<?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-6401620852325995915</id><updated>2011-12-07T22:21:31.981-05:00</updated><category term='Family and Love'/><category term='closer to Him'/><category term='People'/><category term='South'/><category term='Songs'/><category term='Research'/><category term='God&apos;s Beauty'/><category term='Favorite blogs and sites'/><category term='Virginia'/><category term='Family'/><category term='God'/><category term='Snow'/><category term='Christmas'/><category term='Ladies'/><category term='Birthday&apos;s'/><category term='History'/><category term='Local Photography'/><category term='My kids'/><category term='Storms'/><category term='Death'/><category term='Things I&apos;ve Learned'/><category term='About me'/><title type='text'>Just Sayin'.....</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shenandoahvalleyvirginia.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6401620852325995915/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shenandoahvalleyvirginia.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>farmerswifederbymom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11075263579814913870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>68</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6401620852325995915.post-2168561028003504832</id><published>2011-11-06T14:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-06T14:08:57.905-05:00</updated><title type='text'>God Gives Us.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: blue; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;On Facebook there's a picture with a statement on it, I absolutely love it. It says..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Sometimes God doesn't give you what you think you want. Not because you don't deserve it, but because you deserve more." As sweet as this statement might be. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;When we're born, we are born of the sin nature. Pure sinners, no doubt about it. As we live our lives day to day, we continue to sin. And you can't categorize sins into 'big' and 'little' sins. A sin is a sin. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;So why would we deserve more? Maybe more punishment, maybe more hurt? Until, we accept Christ Jesus as our Savior. We are sinners. After we accept Him into our lives, we are forgiven of any sins. Fresh start, fresh new lives and a whole new perspective on life. How about that? I think that's awesome.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Back to the quote. I don't feel I deserve more...at least not from God. I mean who am I to basically wait and demand for something better? I sin, I asked for forgiveness....by His grace, He forgives me. But do I deserve better or more? Absolutely not.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;God wants the best for us. He absolutely does. But what we do with His blessings is a whole other story. As a Christan you're supposed to let His light shine through you. Your actions, your everyday life should say "I follow Christ, He's my Savior, He's my friend and my Father." If your life and/or actions don't scream that to the world. Then you're not doing something right.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;God gives us His grace on a lot of things. But by His mercy, He doesn't give us what we deserve.&amp;nbsp; He wants better things for us. That could be a better girlfriend, boyfriend, friends, better jobs, better living arrangements. It could pertain to anything.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;So when He says no to something. He has something better planned for you. We should always praise Him, always thank Him. And lets face it. That trial you're going through right now...it will be a lesson learned later. Right now, you might be crying, hurting badly, sick, angry, resentful or whatever your challenge is right now. He always has better things for you. He always wants better for you. You might not see that now, but He truly does. He's a loving and wonderful God. He's our true friend!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Live your life as if God is sitting right beside you every minute of every day. And just because you think you want something and you may even become sad or angry if you don't get it. He has better plans, He has better ideas. He is everything you'll ever want and need. But while you're here on earth. He still wants what's best for you.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6401620852325995915-2168561028003504832?l=shenandoahvalleyvirginia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shenandoahvalleyvirginia.blogspot.com/feeds/2168561028003504832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6401620852325995915&amp;postID=2168561028003504832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6401620852325995915/posts/default/2168561028003504832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6401620852325995915/posts/default/2168561028003504832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shenandoahvalleyvirginia.blogspot.com/2011/11/god-gives-us.html' title='God Gives Us.....'/><author><name>farmerswifederbymom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11075263579814913870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6401620852325995915.post-1878842800547052669</id><published>2010-03-11T23:37:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T00:34:17.610-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='closer to Him'/><title type='text'>All At Once or Individually</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;In my lifetime, I've noticed that if you're going through something bad or having a real trying time. Usually, you're not the only one. When I was little, I had in my head. That bad or sad things only happened to one person at a time, so God could help one person at a time. Yes, I know...I was an interesting kid. I was raised to know that God helped everyone and was there for everyone at all times, any time and all at one time. I was raised in a Christian home. And I knew these things. Why did I have that in my head? Well, for one my brain never stops working. I'm always thinking, doing, thinking and doing. If something is making sense, I'll change it so I can figure it out. Or if something doesn't make sense, I'll try hard to figure it out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Back to my point. I figured that if we all had trials, bad or sad times at different times. Then we could help &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;each other&lt;/span&gt; through it. We could focus on that one friend or family member. Get them through this ordeal and then wait for the next person to take care of. Of course....doesn't that make sense? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Yeah, there's a few problems with my theory. First, God is an Almighty God. We serve Him and do things to glorify Him. And He has such amazing and awesome powers. That we can never fully understand how awesome He is. We're not meant to understand or "figure" God out. If we were that close to understanding Him or figuring Him out. We would be Him. And you know that will never happen, nor do we want that to happen. But He has such amazing powers that He can help everyone at the same time. And we need to lean on Him in good and bad times. We need to know that He is there, no matter what. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;I've always taught my kids and my teens at church.That God does allow bad things to happen. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Alot&lt;/span&gt; of people blame &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Satan&lt;/span&gt; for all bad things. But God does allow bad things to happen. Why? Think back in a time in your life when something bad happened, you got bad news, you got really sick, you lost your job or a loved one. What is something you most likely did first? You prayed! You prayed for God to heal you, you prayed for God to make things better. We've all done it. I sure have! When Sept 11&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;, 2001 happened, people were angry and sad. They wanted to know why this happened? Why wasn't God there for them? Guess what people? He was there! Yes, I said it...you read it correctly. After 9/11, church attendance rose and American Flags went up. A country based on Christianity and people finally needed God again. We wanted God in our lives after that, we wanted Him to love us, guide us and make us understand what happened. But most important we became closer to  Him. We were thanking God for keeping our loved ones safe, thanking God that we had soldiers willing to lay their lives on the line for us. Thanking God that we still had our freedoms as an American citizen. Because we were scared, because we did loose loved ones and because someone tried to kill the American spirit. We became closer to Him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;He does and will take care of all of us at one time, individually and on His terms and time. But when we're going through hard times or sad times together and someone else is going through hard times or sad times. We become a stronger unit. We take the knowledge and strength God gives us and we help &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;each other&lt;/span&gt; through it. Most important, we depend on Him even more. He wants us to depend on Him, He wants us to come closer to Him. And if He has to allow something &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;traumatic&lt;/span&gt; to happen. Then He will. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;We all have different names, different looks, different &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;temperaments&lt;/span&gt; and different problems. But God is our link and God will bring us together and will always bring us closer to Him.   He'll do it all at once or individually.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6401620852325995915-1878842800547052669?l=shenandoahvalleyvirginia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shenandoahvalleyvirginia.blogspot.com/feeds/1878842800547052669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6401620852325995915&amp;postID=1878842800547052669' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6401620852325995915/posts/default/1878842800547052669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6401620852325995915/posts/default/1878842800547052669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shenandoahvalleyvirginia.blogspot.com/2010/03/all-at-once-or-individually.html' title='All At Once or Individually'/><author><name>farmerswifederbymom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11075263579814913870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6401620852325995915.post-7446637168882006240</id><published>2010-02-21T01:43:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T03:20:00.745-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='South'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>The Difference Between Boys &amp; Girls and Moms &amp; Dads</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Here in the Shenandoah Valley, specifically &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Rockingham&lt;/span&gt; County,Virginia we raise some tough kids. On one hand, we like our girls sugary sweet, with bows in their hair and a little twinkle in their eyes. But on the other hand, we expect them to learn what being a Southern country girl is all about. We work on farms with the guys, we drive big trucks lifted so getting in and out can sometimes be a challenge. We can wrestle with the cows and calves like the rest of them. We teach our daughters how to hunt. And one of our favorite places to eat is at the Shenandoah Valley Livestock Sales. We also teach them how to make the best apple pie you've ever eaten and some mean fried chicken, mashed potatoes and home made gravy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc0000;"&gt;My Husband &amp;amp; I were joking one day about how he wouldn't mind seeing a picture of a pretty girl on the fridge (another story, another day). Instead of my daughters Barbie magnets. My daughter quickly told her Dad "Momma knows how to use a shot gun!" Wow, a girl after my own heart. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc0000;"&gt;So where do we draw the line between throwing a bail of hay out for the cows and being called pumpkin, by your Daddy? Well let's start with the Momma and the Daddy's. As most of you know, Virginia has been clobbered with snow, snow, ice and more snow. Almost three months later the snow is still here. We live out in the country on back roads. And my Niece was leaving for school on a 2 hour delay, which after they finally got back to school after being off for a whole 2 weeks. 2 hour delays were very common. She left for school in her car. Hit ice, spun around and hit a snow bank and went into a ditch. She called her Dad, he came got her out and sent her to school. (You know, it's a guy thing). My Sister-In-Law who is sitting at home with a painful broken ankle calls my Niece to check on her. She's sitting down in Broadway crying. My Sister-In-Law tells her to come home (it's a girl thing). My Sister-In-Law and I got a kick out of my Brother-In-Law sending her to school. Why? Because this was devastating and scary to my Niece. To a guy, it's no big deal. To prove my point. Last summer my Son who is exactly 4 days younger then my Niece. Wrecked his Jeep. He was driving through the field, his tire blew, he hit a big rock (that's all we got out here) and flipped the Jeep. It messed up his Jeep real bad. He hurt his head, back, ribs, shoulder and legs. My Son other then hurting and being sore was okay with it. Hauled the Jeep closer to our house and went on with his friends. Me? I freaked out (its a girl thing). Is my Son okay, is he broken? Does he need a big hug from Momma? Oh no, he's fine. My husband (its a guy thing) laughed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Oh yes he did. He laughed after he made sure he was okay. I still haven't laughed yet. We had to quickly take the Jeep to the junk yard to be crushed so I wouldn't have to look at it all the time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc0000;"&gt;We raise our kids in a Christ centered home, in church and surrounded by family. Not all of us turn out real good, but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;at least&lt;/span&gt; all the parents try. My Momma can weld just as good as any guy, maybe even better then some guys. And she can shoot a fox or deer whenever she wants to. But she'll turn around and get all dressed up in a pretty dress when need be. You gotta remember how, who and where we were raised. Especially who we were raised by; the Guys and the Girls. Sugary sweet and tough as nails. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6401620852325995915-7446637168882006240?l=shenandoahvalleyvirginia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shenandoahvalleyvirginia.blogspot.com/feeds/7446637168882006240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6401620852325995915&amp;postID=7446637168882006240' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6401620852325995915/posts/default/7446637168882006240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6401620852325995915/posts/default/7446637168882006240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shenandoahvalleyvirginia.blogspot.com/2010/02/difference-between-boys-girls-and-moms.html' title='The Difference Between Boys &amp; Girls and Moms &amp; Dads'/><author><name>farmerswifederbymom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11075263579814913870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6401620852325995915.post-5699515616713394435</id><published>2010-01-02T15:08:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T15:31:40.016-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family and Love'/><title type='text'>Because They Know...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I was raised in a family that we hugged and we always said "I love you!" Even if at the time you didn't like that person very much, you still loved them. We were by far, the "perfect" family. Each individual has their bad things. But we always knew we loved each other. We always knew that no matter what we did wrong, who we hurt or who hurt us. The love was and is always there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;As I grew up and now that I'm older, I'm always shocked at families that never or very rarely say "I love you." I'm very close to a few families like that, but I know there's a lot more out in the world. And these are good families that are there for each other, help each other physically and mentally, the kids are good and they're for the most part well respected in their community. But they miss those three words. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I asked one of these people one time why they don't ever say "I love you." She told me "because they know." Now, I know that some people show their emotions and feelings differently. And if you weren't raised up hearing that all the time, that it is no big deal. But I know how I feel when someone tells me they love me. Don't get me wrong, I don't want everyone in the world, on Face book or off the street telling me they love me just so I can hear it. I know how I feel when my Husband, Kids, Parents or anyone dear to me tells me they love me. It gives me some type of reassurance that things in life will be okay. It gives me the sense of hey that person really cares about me. When we get off the phone with our loved ones or they're going somewhere or I am. We tell each other we love each other. A simple "love you", goes a long way. My Mom just left my house after visiting us for a short time, I made sure she knew I loved her. I simply said when she started to leave "love you Mom."  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;We don't know what will happen from day to day. We don't know if this will be the last time we see our loved ones, we don't know when Christ Jesus will come back, we don't know anything from moment to moment. So isn't it important to let your friends and family know how much you love them and how much they mean to you? If I die today, I don't want my Husband, Kids or loved ones to question whether I loved them or not. I want them to know 300% without a doubt that I love them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Don't assume they know. Because they might not. Don't go another day without them knowing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6401620852325995915-5699515616713394435?l=shenandoahvalleyvirginia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shenandoahvalleyvirginia.blogspot.com/feeds/5699515616713394435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6401620852325995915&amp;postID=5699515616713394435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6401620852325995915/posts/default/5699515616713394435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6401620852325995915/posts/default/5699515616713394435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shenandoahvalleyvirginia.blogspot.com/2010/01/because-they-know.html' title='Because They Know...'/><author><name>farmerswifederbymom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11075263579814913870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6401620852325995915.post-1281641850921954812</id><published>2009-06-09T08:40:00.022-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T10:40:34.540-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='About me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Research'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='History'/><title type='text'>Ghosts Of The Past</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I put myself in their position. I try to see what it was like being in that situation, at that time, at that moment and with the circumstances they were dealing with. You know what happen to them, you know the outcome. But it's still hard to let go and to not put yourself in their shoes. You want to be able to feel how they felt, to see what they saw and to ask them questions. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I remember sitting by their side, thinking what went wrong? What happen so bad, that the outcome resulted in this? But than others, I sat by their side thinking wow what a great life you had. How did you manage to pack so much into a lifetime? I wish I could have had more time with you or I wish I could have met you in person. I was told stories by family members of the type of person you were, the funny things you said and did as a child and as you grew up. I remember praying that some part of you was still in me. Some trait that would &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; define who I am today. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My career is to research family history. It's not only my career, but it's also deep in my heart. I close my eyes and imagine being with you at that moment in time. I grieve with you, when you lost your loved one in the Civil War. I remember tears quickly filled my eyes when I imagined you crying when they told you your son was killed in a war. I pictured you holding the American Flag so tight to your chest. I grieved with you when you lost your loved one in the fire. I felt your joy when your wife gave you a new baby boy or baby girl. I felt your pain when your wife died during labor. I felt your uneasiness while traveling from Virginia to Kentucky in the early 1800's. I felt how scary and sad it was to leave your family behind and to move on with your husband and children. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I remember tears flowing down my cheeks when you couldn't travel back home to attend your parents funeral. I feel the pain you felt during different trials in your life, I remember wishing I could have been there to comfort you. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I wonder if you were here today if you would think I look like you, I wonder if you would be proud of me?  I wonder if you would say "wow, I used to do the same thing."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I research and my heart sinks in to every aspect of your life. Whether you're a grandparent, aunt, uncle, cousin, I still wonder about you and the life you lived. Sometimes it breaks my heart when I try to be apart of your life and I know the torture you went through. Or the tragic death you had or the tragic death of a loved one that you had to witness, or grieve for. When I sit by your headstone at the cemetery, I want you to know that although I may have never met you or you left my life too soon, my heart is still apart of you. I carry the same pain, the same happiness, the same moments you carried. That's why I continue to research about your life. So I can share it with others. So they too, can take a walk through a history that they may or may not have been a part of. So they can share the heart of a family member that shaped and formed the path that their lives have taken. Did a choice you made in the past, affect our family history? Did it affect the choices we make? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You're in my heart and always a part of who I am today!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6401620852325995915-1281641850921954812?l=shenandoahvalleyvirginia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shenandoahvalleyvirginia.blogspot.com/feeds/1281641850921954812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6401620852325995915&amp;postID=1281641850921954812' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6401620852325995915/posts/default/1281641850921954812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6401620852325995915/posts/default/1281641850921954812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shenandoahvalleyvirginia.blogspot.com/2009/06/ghosts-of-past.html' title='Ghosts Of The Past'/><author><name>farmerswifederbymom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11075263579814913870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6401620852325995915.post-6074378150623115792</id><published>2009-04-19T14:22:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T17:01:01.794-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Prayer...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663333;"&gt;As &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ya'll&lt;/span&gt; know I work with the teens at our church. Each morning, I'll take their prayer requests and their praise reports, than we'll start our lesson. I absolutely love working with the Teens because there's never a dull moment and I learn so much from them. When telling us what their prayer requests are, they're very open and honest with us. And in the years I've been doing this, you would be amazed at the very open and honest prayer requests we get. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663333;"&gt;These Teens take their prayer request, share with them with us and they give them to God. You listen to the prayer request and if you're a stranger to these Teens you  might say "well, good grief that ain't no prayer request, there's nothing to it." But my Teens have learned that no matter what the prayer request, no matter how big or small. They know that God does hear their requests and in His will, will take care of them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663333;"&gt;The Teens have also learned that it doesn't have to be about health issues, prayers for others all the time. They learned that it can be about events happening in their lives, things in school (grades, problems w/ classmates, teachers), things at home or just things. They know that whatever is in their heart that they feel the need for prayers for, they can come to God with the requests. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663333;"&gt;The prayer requests are different for guys and ladies. I found that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; of the time, the ladies will request prayers for sport events and health. Like several of the Teen ladies are participating in track and soccer. Their requests are usually to do good in their games/meets. One of the ladies requested that she get her resume done so she can find a job for this summer, she'll start college in the Fall.  The Teen guys usually have requests for vehicles. Like one requested that his truck pass inspection this week, the other's requested that their derby cars get done in time for the derby this weekend. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663333;"&gt;To us these may be small and unusual requests. But to these teenagers, this is what's in their lives right now. That's what they need help with most. You have to understand...these teenagers are putting their full faith in God, they're taking every part of their lives and trusting that God will be there and God will have His will in their lives. They're not expecting God to zap a magical wand down and say your wish is granted. They know, it's God's will, not theirs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663333;"&gt;What I've learned from them is God doesn't judge our prayers. He listens and has His will for them. I used to only pray about "important" things. Now I pray for about the tiniest things and huge things. They're belief and faith in prayer is so incredible to me. They know that their God is an Awesome God. They know that He is there for them 24/7. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Whether&lt;/span&gt; it's  a prayer about their family, friends, car, truck, homework, track meet, health needs or a date. They know He's there listening and guiding them. What an incredible testimony all these teens have. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Alot&lt;/span&gt; of people &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; give teens enough credit. What more could you want? A teen with a big heart and the faith to match! I have such a big heart for teens and their willingness to put all their hopes, dreams, faults and everything about them on the line just to show God how much they love and trust Him. That is incredible in itself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6401620852325995915-6074378150623115792?l=shenandoahvalleyvirginia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shenandoahvalleyvirginia.blogspot.com/feeds/6074378150623115792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6401620852325995915&amp;postID=6074378150623115792' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6401620852325995915/posts/default/6074378150623115792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6401620852325995915/posts/default/6074378150623115792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shenandoahvalleyvirginia.blogspot.com/2009/04/prayer.html' title='Prayer...'/><author><name>farmerswifederbymom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11075263579814913870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6401620852325995915.post-5195891339191200510</id><published>2009-04-14T17:17:00.013-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T07:50:53.078-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='About me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>Psalm 118:24, 28</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Today, well actually these past two weeks have been a few weeks that I'd like to forget. You know that kind of day or week when you just want to run in your bathroom, lock the door, sit in the tub and cry. I haven't done that yet, but I sure want to. Since I'm always on the go....my "crying place" is my van. It seems in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;every one's&lt;/span&gt; life when it rains, it pours. And if you ask anyone in this area...it sure ain't the rain that's pouring. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;There's too much sickness to deal with, there's money issues to deal with, there's irate family members to deal with and kids just doing odd things. I must say my kids are pushing every button I have and I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; have many left to push. My daughter and I pick on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;each other&lt;/span&gt; all the time because she never stops talking and I never stop singing. When I'm doing stuff....I sing constantly. And she likes to come up to me and pretend like she's pushing a button on my arm. She calls it the "off button". I jokingly tell her I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; have an off button. Sometimes I wish life had an off button or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;atleast&lt;/span&gt; a "pause" button so you can collect your thoughts. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;The past few weeks I've repeatedly (and regretfully) said "I hate this day". I even said it today and I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;text &lt;/span&gt;my husband and told him. All the while having tears running down my face. I've tried the psychological approach of "well others have it much worse, look at the people with cancer, those who just lost loved ones, etc" and that helps a little for a little bit. But selfish me....it all comes back to why &lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt; hate this day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;What happens &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;every time&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I say that? Well, I get a little "nudge" or "feeling" from God. And God tells me "Hey, I made this day, I made everything, you should be happy in this day." Oh yes, He's right, Psalm 118:24 tells us "This is the day which the Lord hath made; we will rejoice and be glad in it". What more could you want? I know, I know, I'm very selfish when I say that and I would hate to hear my kids say that. Because it is a beautiful day. It can be snow on the ground, thundering &amp;amp; lightning, hotter than a blue blaze or colder than Greenland...but its still a beautiful day and I should be happy in it. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Whatever's&lt;/span&gt; going wrong in my life in any moment. I should still rejoice and praise God. Psalm 118:28 says "Thou art my God, and I will praise thee: thou art my God, I will exalt thee." We have to remember these trials we're going through will only make us stronger (as my Pastor says). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Sometimes I just want to leave and run away from the world. Praising God in hard times isn't the easiest thing to do. You'd rather sit and feel sorry for yourself. But He always, always, always deserves our praises. Everything we do is to glorify God, not ourselves. If we're sitting around feeling sorry for ourselves...then we're putting the glory God deserves, on us. And honestly, do we want to steal God's glory? I sure &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt;. So for today, I rest my case of how insane my life is right now. Today, I will praise God for all He's done in my life, my families lives and my friends lives. Tomorrow I will wake up refreshed, praising God in a way that He deserves. And I will be glad and rejoice in another day He has given me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6401620852325995915-5195891339191200510?l=shenandoahvalleyvirginia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shenandoahvalleyvirginia.blogspot.com/feeds/5195891339191200510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6401620852325995915&amp;postID=5195891339191200510' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6401620852325995915/posts/default/5195891339191200510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6401620852325995915/posts/default/5195891339191200510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shenandoahvalleyvirginia.blogspot.com/2009/04/psalm-11924-28.html' title='Psalm 118:24, 28'/><author><name>farmerswifederbymom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11075263579814913870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6401620852325995915.post-1424216591181131892</id><published>2009-04-09T15:14:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T15:19:14.326-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Freedom Baptist Church</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cvQ8H7mGChA/Sd5J2yd3CrI/AAAAAAAAACk/TGgaGZdtooA/s1600-h/FreedomBaptistChurchLogoTiny.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322773015207283378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 210px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 76px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cvQ8H7mGChA/Sd5J2yd3CrI/AAAAAAAAACk/TGgaGZdtooA/s320/FreedomBaptistChurchLogoTiny.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;My Pastor has a new blog up for our church, I hope you'll go check it out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;He did a great job. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Also below is our church website link. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://blog.proclaimingfreedom.org/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;http://blog.proclaimingfreedom.org/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.proclaimingfreedom.org/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;www.proclaimingfreedom.org&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&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/6401620852325995915-1424216591181131892?l=shenandoahvalleyvirginia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shenandoahvalleyvirginia.blogspot.com/feeds/1424216591181131892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6401620852325995915&amp;postID=1424216591181131892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6401620852325995915/posts/default/1424216591181131892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6401620852325995915/posts/default/1424216591181131892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shenandoahvalleyvirginia.blogspot.com/2009/04/freedom-baptist-church.html' title='Freedom Baptist Church'/><author><name>farmerswifederbymom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11075263579814913870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cvQ8H7mGChA/Sd5J2yd3CrI/AAAAAAAAACk/TGgaGZdtooA/s72-c/FreedomBaptistChurchLogoTiny.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6401620852325995915.post-2706744687200524798</id><published>2009-04-09T12:14:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T13:17:05.681-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring and Demolition Derbies</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663300;"&gt;As you know from previous posts that our family is deeply involved in Demolition Derbies. And that's just not my immediate family, that's the extended family too and our friends. When Spring rolls around, we start to hear the roar of Demolition Derby Cars. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Awww&lt;/span&gt;, what a sound! To some it might be a sound that you want to run and put ear plugs in. But to us, it's the first sign of Spring and Summer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663300;"&gt;Our first derby of the season is at the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Rockingham&lt;/span&gt; County Fairgrounds in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Harrisonburg&lt;/span&gt;, Virginia. April 25&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;, 2009 at 4:pm. My son, brother, cousins and friends will be in this derby.  Mangled Metal Productions is hosting this derby. If you recall last April they hosted one near Winchester, Virginia. This year they are coming down here. So it's still in the Valley just a little closer to us. But they did an extraordinary job and we were very happy with how everything was handled and quickly moved along. So we are very excited and look forward to this derby. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663300;"&gt;During the 'derby season' you'll always know where to find derby car drivers....faithfully working on their cars. After church, my son heads down to my brothers house to help them work on their cars and work on his own. They have such an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;adrenalin&lt;/span&gt; rush while their working on their cars, once their cars are ready and the biggest deal...before, during and after the derby. You cant get these guys to hold still during this time. It's so fun to watch them. They all have such an incredible passion for this and it's an awesome site to see. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663300;"&gt;Come join us at the derby in a few weeks!! It's awesome family fun and I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;guarantee&lt;/span&gt; you, you wont regret it!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;**please note, I do not or ever have worked for Mangled Metal Productions**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6401620852325995915-2706744687200524798?l=shenandoahvalleyvirginia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shenandoahvalleyvirginia.blogspot.com/feeds/2706744687200524798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6401620852325995915&amp;postID=2706744687200524798' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6401620852325995915/posts/default/2706744687200524798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6401620852325995915/posts/default/2706744687200524798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shenandoahvalleyvirginia.blogspot.com/2009/04/spring-and-demolition-derbies.html' title='Spring and Demolition Derbies'/><author><name>farmerswifederbymom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11075263579814913870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6401620852325995915.post-5879197580516567955</id><published>2009-04-01T14:08:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T14:12:51.575-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Check This Blog Out</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Every once in a while I like to share a site and/or blog that I really like. Here's a new one for you to check out.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://appalachianhistory.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://appalachianhistory.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6401620852325995915-5879197580516567955?l=shenandoahvalleyvirginia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shenandoahvalleyvirginia.blogspot.com/feeds/5879197580516567955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6401620852325995915&amp;postID=5879197580516567955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6401620852325995915/posts/default/5879197580516567955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6401620852325995915/posts/default/5879197580516567955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shenandoahvalleyvirginia.blogspot.com/2009/04/check-this-blog-out.html' title='Check This Blog Out'/><author><name>farmerswifederbymom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11075263579814913870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6401620852325995915.post-9004551884983559577</id><published>2009-03-30T09:00:00.011-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T09:27:22.653-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Empty Pockets</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;"&gt;When you first read the title, you probably think I'm talking about having no money. Which than yes, my pockets are usually empty. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;"&gt;Today I begin washing clothes like I do twice a week, sometimes (usually) more. And I realized even more than I have before that I hate emptying pockets. I've always hated that job and I think I have a phobia about it. Why? Well, read on. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Every time&lt;/span&gt; I empty pockets I usually find stuff I'd rather not touch or see. I'm sure some of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ya'll&lt;/span&gt; can relate to this, especially if you're a Mom, Grandma or Aunt. I realize guys wash clothes too. But they &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; get &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;grossed&lt;/span&gt; out as easily as us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;"&gt;Yesterday, my husband took our kids fishing. Okay, so I'm thinking you already have a smile on your face in which you're imagining what I found in their pockets. My kids are normal farm country kids. They like running out in the fields chasing cows, catching frogs, turtles, picking up worms on a rainy day and snails. They love mud &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;boggin&lt;/span&gt;' and Tide is my hero for all of the above reasons. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I emptied my daughters jeans and coat pockets. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Ummmm&lt;/span&gt;, snails and worms. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Uggghhh&lt;/span&gt;! I emptied my sons jeans and coat pockets. Worms, fishing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;equipment&lt;/span&gt;, nuts and bolts. And some how big glops of grease stuffed in his coat pocket. Surprising my husband only had cough drop wrappers. But let's not forget the night before when he came home, like my son, covered in grease and mud. And over the years these are actually "mild" things that I've found. If I'd list everything I've found, I'd run out of room and time.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;"&gt;I love being a Mom and Wife. And I can honestly say it's never a dull moment and my kids keep my imagination running wild. Like, one day I have this very big image that when I empty their pockets out....nothing will be in them. Yes, I know....I have to use my imagination on that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;"&gt;Share with us some "odd" things you've found in the pockets when washing clothes. I just want "empty pockets."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6401620852325995915-9004551884983559577?l=shenandoahvalleyvirginia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shenandoahvalleyvirginia.blogspot.com/feeds/9004551884983559577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6401620852325995915&amp;postID=9004551884983559577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6401620852325995915/posts/default/9004551884983559577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6401620852325995915/posts/default/9004551884983559577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shenandoahvalleyvirginia.blogspot.com/2009/03/empty-pockets.html' title='Empty Pockets'/><author><name>farmerswifederbymom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11075263579814913870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6401620852325995915.post-1849719242454362640</id><published>2009-03-26T23:33:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T23:35:29.965-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Gitchells Photography</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My friend Christa has updated her website for her photography business. Go check it out, it looks &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;great! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gitchells.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;www.gitchells.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6401620852325995915-1849719242454362640?l=shenandoahvalleyvirginia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shenandoahvalleyvirginia.blogspot.com/feeds/1849719242454362640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6401620852325995915&amp;postID=1849719242454362640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6401620852325995915/posts/default/1849719242454362640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6401620852325995915/posts/default/1849719242454362640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shenandoahvalleyvirginia.blogspot.com/2009/03/gitchells-photography.html' title='Gitchells Photography'/><author><name>farmerswifederbymom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11075263579814913870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6401620852325995915.post-4785690149817261274</id><published>2009-03-18T09:07:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T09:48:45.163-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fear &amp; Worry</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Last night we had a Church Ladies Fellowship meeting at my house and I really enjoyed it. Our Pastor's wife talked to us about worry and fear, yes I have a lot of both. And she made a very direct point that hit home and hit hard. That if we are worrying and we have fears,  we're submitting to satan....NOT God as we should be. And when she said that and it hit me, deep down I became panicked because I NEVER want to submit to satan. Intentionally or by accident. Okay, I don't know how I would "accidentally" submit to satan, but you get my point. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;I tried to validate and tried to make some of my fears "okay", but it didn't work. Like I have a severe fear of fire. I can deal with fire, but you cant tell that my heart is racing and I could probably have a nervous breakdown when I'm around fire. My reasoning....I've had a lot of family members die in fires. And when I was a baby the furnace at our house blew up and caught the house on fire. My crib/room was right beside it.  I have a fear of dieing and leaving my kids too soon. My reasoning...my Dad's parents were both killed when he was young. And I've seen how hard it was for him to deal with that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;After everyone left, I prayed, did my devotion, read my Bible and I couldn't come up with any reasonable explanation to hold onto those fears. Of course I'm still afraid of fire just because it's dangerous, but I'm trying and praying alot to let go of the reason I have for fear of fire. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;As a human with sin nature, like we all are. I honestly will never completely stop worrying. I'm a Mom, Daughter, Aunt, Cousin, Friend, etc. so it's natural for me to worry. But when I do start worrying or fearing something, I have to remember to always, always, always, give it to God. And you know, after you do that you feel a whole lot better because you don't have that heavy weight of burden weighing you down. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;I hope my Pastor's wife doesn't mind but here's some verses (along with the short notes I took) to help you with worry and fear, that she shared with us last night. I've seen them all before but it's a good reminder and pick me up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Ephesians 5:21, 22....submit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;James 4:7...if you have worry or fear, you're submitting to satan instead of God. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;-resist fear and worry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;I Corinthians 11:3...submit to God, give fears and worries to who they belong to, God. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;I John 4:18...God = Love = cast out all our fears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Psalm 23:4...fear no evil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Joshua 1:9...be not afraid, have strength and courage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;II Timothy 1:7,8...spirit of fear = satan, not from God. fear is never from God. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Philippians 4:6,7...don't worry about anything, pray about it and give it to God. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Matthew 6:34...don't worry about tomorrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Philippians 4:13..I can do all things through Christ which strengthen me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Psalm 55:22...cast your burden upon the Lord, and He shall sustain thee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Try to enjoy a worry free day!  God bless ya'll!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6401620852325995915-4785690149817261274?l=shenandoahvalleyvirginia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shenandoahvalleyvirginia.blogspot.com/feeds/4785690149817261274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6401620852325995915&amp;postID=4785690149817261274' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6401620852325995915/posts/default/4785690149817261274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6401620852325995915/posts/default/4785690149817261274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shenandoahvalleyvirginia.blogspot.com/2009/03/fear-worry.html' title='Fear &amp; Worry'/><author><name>farmerswifederbymom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11075263579814913870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6401620852325995915.post-2538971747335076405</id><published>2009-03-15T15:34:00.015-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T21:53:35.566-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm A Bad Mean Mom</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'm a bad mean Mom....so I'm told by my dear sweet kids. Yeah, I'm mean alright. Just like my Mom was mean. And still is. When my Mom reads this, she won't go into shock or horror about me saying that because she knows exactly how mean she is. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'm a bad mean Mom because I make sure I know where my kids are 24/7. I'm mean because I make my kids wear their &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;seat belts&lt;/span&gt; at all times when they're in a moving vehicle. I'm mean because any friends my kids have...I have to meet them, I need their parents names, their address, their phone number and cell number. I'm mean because my kids aren't allowed to sit on the computer all day or play on those game systems. They're allowed 1 hour a day on the computer and we don't own any of those TV game systems. Just to be honest my daughter does have a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;DS&lt;/span&gt;, but that's it. And we limit her time on that and yes you guessed it, I'm mean because of that too. I'm mean because they have to stay active from sun up till bed time. Except for when they're sick. No sitting around watching T.V. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'm a mean Mom because their rooms are to be kept clean at all times, their bathroom must be kept clean. I'm mean because they're in charge of fixing one supper per week....with my supervision of course. I'm also mean because I make them go to church every week, I make them do youth activities every week. I'm mean because there's no question of whether we go to church....they simply know, we go to church. Just to be fair on this count too, they love going to church now since our new Pastor came. So I'm not as mean as I used to be on that part. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'm a mean Mom because I'm very involved in my kids lives. I talk to them each day and see what's going on in their lives. I talk to them about everything and they're welcome to ask questions. I'm very mean because I'm too nosey. And I'm mean because in all their activities, I'm right there cheering them on or supporting them. I'm a mean Mom because if my kids are late for curfew, for every 15 minutes they're late. They have to be home 30 minutes early the next time. I'm really mean for that one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'm also mean because we sit at the table for our meals as a family. Some of my sons friends families &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; do that, so I'm mean because that's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;embarrassing&lt;/span&gt;. I'm really mean because I make my kids eat healthy meals and I make them try every food &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;at least&lt;/span&gt; once. Except for liver, my Mom didn't make us try that either. I'm mean because I want both my kids to know how to cook and to wash clothes so when they grow up and move out on their own, they're capable of doing that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'm really mean because when I ask my son who he's talking to on the phone and/or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;texting&lt;/span&gt;...I want an honest answer. I'm mean because my kids know I will call whoever to verify if they're telling the truth, if I feel the need to. I'm really mean because I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; take any crap from anyone when it comes to my kids. I'm mean because sometimes that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;embarrasses&lt;/span&gt; them. I'm mean because I love them too much and I'm too overprotective....so I'm told. Yeah, my Mom was real mean that way too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;So I'm mean, but my kids know I love them and one day....they'll be mean parents too, just as my parents were mean. 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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;March 13th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312494804664346850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 116px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 127px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cvQ8H7mGChA/SbnF4McgaOI/AAAAAAAAACU/CpMMPOWoTXM/s320/birthday+cake.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6401620852325995915-6604189549593046635?l=shenandoahvalleyvirginia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shenandoahvalleyvirginia.blogspot.com/feeds/6604189549593046635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6401620852325995915&amp;postID=6604189549593046635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6401620852325995915/posts/default/6604189549593046635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6401620852325995915/posts/default/6604189549593046635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shenandoahvalleyvirginia.blogspot.com/2009/03/happy-birthday-diana.html' title='Happy Birthday Diana!'/><author><name>farmerswifederbymom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11075263579814913870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cvQ8H7mGChA/SbnF4McgaOI/AAAAAAAAACU/CpMMPOWoTXM/s72-c/birthday+cake.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6401620852325995915.post-5074306399019556949</id><published>2009-02-19T14:49:00.013-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T15:56:32.393-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Passion of Young Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I remember those days. Passion, hormones and insanity. And let's not forget; love. My husband and I have been married forever. And I can't say it's always been an easy road. But we always keep God first and that is the best thing everyone can do in a relationship.  I'm not here to give relationship advice, because I am in no position to do that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;My cousin and I were talking today and we decided (again) that we're glad we're not teenagers again. I've written about this before, but this is a different perspective about young love. I absolutely love the passion that young people in love have. As you get older, get jobs, get married, have kids, you know all that "grown up stuff". Your passion for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;each other&lt;/span&gt; tends to disappear. Your everyday life sets in. And everything is pretty much normal and expected. If you have kids, you know nothing is normal and expected with them. I could write a thick book on just the antics and everyday life with my kids and the teens I work with. But that's a whole other story. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;We get in a routine with work, meals, sleep, etc. And you simply become comfortable with your spouse. And that fire that got you all excited when you got to see your spouse in the first year pretty much fell asleep. When you both get home, get supper done, get the house cleaned, etc. and finally get to breathe. It's kind of like "oh hey, how did your day go?" And that's the bulk of the conversation. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Young people in love are so giddy with happiness that they're whole world is wanting to be with that person they're so in love with, so passionately in love with. They cant wait to see them each day. The first thought of the day is when do I get to see him/her? What are we going to be doing, what are we going to do this weekend?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;They write love songs about each other, they write poems to each other. When you speak of that person, their eyes light up and they become even happier. When they introduce &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;each other&lt;/span&gt; to other people, they can't stop hugging them, they cant stop smiling. They'll go shopping for hours just to make their girlfriends happy. The girls will sit through hours of watching him fix his vehicle, just so they can be together. Some will even defy their parents in order to be together. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I recently received a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;CD&lt;/span&gt; of a young lady in my class that will be married this year. I've prayed &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; for this young lady and the young man she'll marry. And I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;truly&lt;/span&gt; feel God put them together and His hands will be on them throughout their marriage. The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;CD&lt;/span&gt; has songs on it that she wrote, sings and plays guitar. She's always been an incredible singer and musician, but on this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;CD&lt;/span&gt; you can hear the passion she has for her true love, you can hear how much her heart fills with joy when he walks in a room. It's a passion I wish all married people that have been married for a while could share and have again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;In some ways I'm jealous of this passionate young love, because they're still new, they're still learning about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;each other&lt;/span&gt; and they get excited to see &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;each other&lt;/span&gt;. But then in other ways, I'm happy and madly in love with my husband. He's steady as a rock, he's hard working and he's compassionate. And yes, I am very comfortable with my husband...but in a good way. He's my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;best friend&lt;/span&gt;, he's my soul mate and God put him in my life for a reason. And I cherish the quiet times, I cherish the hurried times and I cherish the expected moments with him. But I do plan on bringing more "young love" back into our everyday lives. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;If you're now in your "comfort zone" in your marriage. Think back to the "young love" time and how that felt. Bring back those wonderful times, be excited to see him/her when they come home from work or when you had a bad day. Let him/her be that "perk" that gets you back on track and happy to share your "everyday" life with your true love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6401620852325995915-5074306399019556949?l=shenandoahvalleyvirginia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shenandoahvalleyvirginia.blogspot.com/feeds/5074306399019556949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6401620852325995915&amp;postID=5074306399019556949' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6401620852325995915/posts/default/5074306399019556949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6401620852325995915/posts/default/5074306399019556949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shenandoahvalleyvirginia.blogspot.com/2009/02/passion-of-young-love.html' title='The Passion of Young Love'/><author><name>farmerswifederbymom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11075263579814913870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6401620852325995915.post-8898076671651894637</id><published>2009-02-03T10:38:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T21:34:57.245-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Virginia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='South'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God&apos;s Beauty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Snow'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Local Photography'/><title type='text'>Gods Beauty</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;I must say, as much as I hate snow....this is absolutely breathtaking. God really has created an absolute beautiful earth.&lt;/span&gt; ((dont look at the time stamp, this camera...ummm set's it's own, lol))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cvQ8H7mGChA/SYhnGWLn9BI/AAAAAAAAAB8/Lt-_vzYb2fA/s1600-h/Snowfall+Feb+2009+10.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298598320332600338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cvQ8H7mGChA/SYhnGWLn9BI/AAAAAAAAAB8/Lt-_vzYb2fA/s320/Snowfall+Feb+2009+10.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cvQ8H7mGChA/SYhmbPE4lbI/AAAAAAAAAB0/O7e13ivpdF0/s1600-h/Snowfall+Feb+2009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298597579690907058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cvQ8H7mGChA/SYhmbPE4lbI/AAAAAAAAAB0/O7e13ivpdF0/s320/Snowfall+Feb+2009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6401620852325995915-8898076671651894637?l=shenandoahvalleyvirginia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shenandoahvalleyvirginia.blogspot.com/feeds/8898076671651894637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6401620852325995915&amp;postID=8898076671651894637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6401620852325995915/posts/default/8898076671651894637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6401620852325995915/posts/default/8898076671651894637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shenandoahvalleyvirginia.blogspot.com/2009/02/gods-beauty.html' title='Gods Beauty'/><author><name>farmerswifederbymom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11075263579814913870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cvQ8H7mGChA/SYhnGWLn9BI/AAAAAAAAAB8/Lt-_vzYb2fA/s72-c/Snowfall+Feb+2009+10.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6401620852325995915.post-188674452357685364</id><published>2009-01-31T22:32:00.027-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T13:49:22.644-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='About me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ladies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>Hope Seminar for Women Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;*Sorry this is kind of long, but please read it*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The Hope Seminar for Women was wonderful. Those who didn't or couldn't attend sure missed a blessing. Danielle is an incredible speaker and her testimony....had the whole room in tears. (Ladies, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;, go figure). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;On a personal note, I had been sick with the stomach flu Thursday and Friday. I almost didn't go because I was pretty sick. But God kept pushing, so I took some medicine and made it through Friday and Saturday. Plus my husband really encouraged me to go (you'll read why in a little bit). I've been to ladies retreats/seminar's/conferences and they are all wonderful and they get right to the point. But even Danielle's testimony, although it were her own. Felt like she saw right into my heart and all the ladies there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So back to why my husband was "encouraging" me to go. I have to laugh when I say that because my husband is a very easy going, tolerant person and he's calm about everything. Like Danielle's husband, my husband is steady at all times. I'd like for him to get excited at least once a week. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;. But the past 2 weeks, I've been in my "selfish" mode. You know that mode, it's about ME, you're driving ME crazy, you're making ME mad, you're upsetting ME, you're wasting MY time. You get the point. And I felt like my kids and the rest of the family were intentionally getting on my nerves, intentionally ticking me off. But I got to the point...I just didn't care. I really felt like I was in a "rut". I felt like God had forgotten about "poor little me." And I wasn't trusting God enough to know that He is there, He never left and He still has me in the palm of His hands. It reminded me of that commercial where the man goes around with this huge red umbrella helping people and carrying them to where they need to go. Well that's what I envision God doing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So I'm in the rut and you know... me, me, me and I realized that hey...maybe I am getting on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;every one's&lt;/span&gt; nerves, maybe I'M upsetting everyone...with my crappy attitude. (I know Mom...you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; like that word), but it's true. But I felt like I was going through so much at once. My Mom's sick (I've been worried about her), my Dad is always away traveling for mission trips, my kids have been sick for about 2 weeks, I'm always too busy and I think my "panic" button hit emergency mode and well, there's my reasons for my husbands "encouragement" to go. Don't get me wrong, I really wanted to go, but I was just sick. Even though for the past few weeks I turned into a maniac, he just was there. Bless his sweet heart. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I always felt like I was the only one feeling like I was in a rut, like I was the only one that felt guilty for not "enjoying" my wifely and mommy duties at all times. You know like on Leave It To Beaver when the Mom was always so happy, cheerful, dressed in a beautiful dress with pearls and the kids came home with homemade cookies and milk waiting for them. Oh, please. But I did feel like that. I felt guilty, I felt like a horrible wife and mom. I felt that God forgot me and I was going to be in a "selfish rut" forever. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; I wasn't trusting God enough, I was drifting far from Him. Although I do my Bible studies, I pray, I praise Him, etc. But I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; feel like my heart was in it. I finally learned that I'm a "normal" (well as normal as I can get) wife and mom. And if I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; spend time with God. I wont be closer to Him. As Danielle said "the more time you spend with God, the more you'll learn to trust Him." I always felt I trusted God. But when I felt He forgot about me, I learned that I need to be closer to God. He's our rock, He's steadfast, He's our anchor, He's our shield when life throws rocks at us, He's our shoulder when we cry, He's our strength when we're weak and He never ever leaves us. Like the song goes "Our God is an Awesome God". Praise the Lord. But Danielle taught me, I always have to have hope. I always have to have faith. Without faith, I cant be closer to God. Without hope, I cant know that life will go on and you will get through the storms as long as you have God as your shield and anchor. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I thank Danielle for a wonderful lesson and I feel refreshed, hopeful and I know God is there for me. Thank you for touching my heart and showing me that my feelings were normal, my reaction to situations are normal, my panic button that goes off often...is normal. I know each lady there had something on their hearts and I'm sure Danielle touched each heart differently. I have faith in God, I have hope in Him and I know He is always there for me. I pray that God really touches your heart tonight and I pray that each of you know, He is there for you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Get out of the "rut" and get back in touch with God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6401620852325995915-188674452357685364?l=shenandoahvalleyvirginia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shenandoahvalleyvirginia.blogspot.com/feeds/188674452357685364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6401620852325995915&amp;postID=188674452357685364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6401620852325995915/posts/default/188674452357685364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6401620852325995915/posts/default/188674452357685364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shenandoahvalleyvirginia.blogspot.com/2009/01/hope-seminar-for-women-update.html' title='Hope Seminar for Women Update'/><author><name>farmerswifederbymom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11075263579814913870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6401620852325995915.post-6197350580371719525</id><published>2009-01-27T15:13:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T13:53:43.280-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Favorite blogs and sites'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Local Photography'/><title type='text'>Evan Dyson</title><content type='html'>Okay, another site I love. I posted this before but he has more. Evan's one of my favorite Photographers and Photo Journalist. Go visit his site's and show your support. He's young, but very talented!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onmousedown="'UntrustedLink.bootstrap($(this)," href="http://www.evandyson.com/" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;http://www.evandyson.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onmousedown="'UntrustedLink.bootstrap($(this)," href="http://www.valleyobserver.com/" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;http://www.valleyobserver.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://wildlifeinphotography.wordpress.com/"&gt;http://wildlifeinphotography.wordpress.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6401620852325995915-6197350580371719525?l=shenandoahvalleyvirginia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shenandoahvalleyvirginia.blogspot.com/feeds/6197350580371719525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6401620852325995915&amp;postID=6197350580371719525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6401620852325995915/posts/default/6197350580371719525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6401620852325995915/posts/default/6197350580371719525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shenandoahvalleyvirginia.blogspot.com/2009/01/evan-dyson.html' title='Evan Dyson'/><author><name>farmerswifederbymom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11075263579814913870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6401620852325995915.post-1935168334210787104</id><published>2009-01-26T19:00:00.014-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T13:46:11.310-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='South'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Snow'/><title type='text'>It's A Southern Thing...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;It's a Southern thing... you know, Snow Cream. Oh yes, I love Snow Cream. And after talking to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;a lot&lt;/span&gt; of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Northern&lt;/span&gt; friends and family, I've come to believe that it's a Southern thing. Most didn't know what I was talking about. And if there are any Northerners who make it...I probably told &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ya'll&lt;/span&gt; how to make it. I guess, since we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; get much snow down here. When we did get it, we had to find something creative and delicious to do with it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;Snow Cream has a delicious taste, it's fun making it with your kids and you'll make lots of memories. I love making it with my kids, nieces and nephews. Just as my parents, grandparents, aunts and uncles did with us. And I remember every single time we were sent out to get snow, they would (and still do) say "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; get the yellow snow". Like my kids, we've always had pets growing up, so we knew what they were talking about. And it just wouldn't be just perfect if it didn't have a little bit of dirt mixed in. After all as my Mom and Mother-In-Law say "dirt helps kids grow". Yeah, you read that right. That's what we get for living out in the country. Dirty kids, muddy carpets and all the time dirty floors. But we have to have a little in our Snow Cream. And my kids &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; make sure that happens. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;So if by some chance &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Rockingham&lt;/span&gt; County and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Harrisonburg&lt;/span&gt;, we get this "white death" as my Ohio cousin calls it....make some Southern Snow Cream. If you need the recipe, let me know. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;Enjoy the weather as unpredictable as it may be and drive carefully!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6401620852325995915-1935168334210787104?l=shenandoahvalleyvirginia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shenandoahvalleyvirginia.blogspot.com/feeds/1935168334210787104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6401620852325995915&amp;postID=1935168334210787104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6401620852325995915/posts/default/1935168334210787104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6401620852325995915/posts/default/1935168334210787104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shenandoahvalleyvirginia.blogspot.com/2009/01/its-southern-thing.html' title='It&apos;s A Southern Thing...'/><author><name>farmerswifederbymom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11075263579814913870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6401620852325995915.post-3195658137975686347</id><published>2009-01-19T17:33:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T13:49:22.645-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='About me'/><title type='text'>25 Random Facts</title><content type='html'>Taking the lead from a friends blog. &lt;a href="http://ourcircle.wordpress.com/2009/01/11/25-random-facts/"&gt;http://ourcircle.wordpress.com/2009/01/11/25-random-facts/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I'd list at least 25 random facts about myself. I hope I can get 25. You can add yours too or add them to your own blog and post your blog address here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I love to know &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;everyone's&lt;/span&gt; family history. Especially mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. The only color vehicle I'll ever own is white.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I'm deathly allergic to spiders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I wanted 5 kids, but I think it's God's will to bless me with 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I wanted to be an Architect all my life, but God had other plans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I sometimes have a very bad temper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Everything around me has to be organized or I freak out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. I love the Lord with all my heart and desire to be closer to Him more each day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. My husband, my Mom and my Sister-In-Law (brother's wife) are my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;best friends&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. I'm allergic to household and vehicle paint&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. All labels in my house have to face front where they can easily be read&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. I'm determined to live or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;at least&lt;/span&gt; have a beach house on the Gulf Coast of Alabama some day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. I belong at the beach at all times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. I desire to be at church more often&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. I'm scared of heights&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. I'm absolutely terrified of fire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. I'm an all around Southern girl by God's Grace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. God always comes first in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. I absolutely love teaching the teens at our church&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. I have a weak and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;wimpy&lt;/span&gt; tummy...blood, etc. yuck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. My kids friends think I'm a cool Mom. My kids &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. I have a big family that I love so much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. I have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; of "odd" dreams and some come true. Scary and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;weird&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. I have a hard time keeping in touch with family and friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. I'm too busy all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, come on share....this was easier than I thought. LOL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6401620852325995915-3195658137975686347?l=shenandoahvalleyvirginia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shenandoahvalleyvirginia.blogspot.com/feeds/3195658137975686347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6401620852325995915&amp;postID=3195658137975686347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6401620852325995915/posts/default/3195658137975686347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6401620852325995915/posts/default/3195658137975686347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shenandoahvalleyvirginia.blogspot.com/2009/01/25-random-facts.html' title='25 Random Facts'/><author><name>farmerswifederbymom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11075263579814913870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6401620852325995915.post-8336277949421242681</id><published>2009-01-15T12:49:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T13:42:28.263-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthday&apos;s'/><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Sally!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~Happy Birthday to my dear friend Sally!~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can visit her blog and wish her a Happy Birthday at&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://alephomega.com/honeyrun/"&gt;http://alephomega.com/honeyrun/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6401620852325995915-8336277949421242681?l=shenandoahvalleyvirginia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shenandoahvalleyvirginia.blogspot.com/feeds/8336277949421242681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6401620852325995915&amp;postID=8336277949421242681' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6401620852325995915/posts/default/8336277949421242681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6401620852325995915/posts/default/8336277949421242681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shenandoahvalleyvirginia.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-birthday-sally.html' title='Happy Birthday Sally!'/><author><name>farmerswifederbymom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11075263579814913870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6401620852325995915.post-4067196810931525281</id><published>2009-01-11T15:21:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T13:44:04.736-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ladies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>Hope Seminar for Women</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;Fellowship Baptist Church and Freedom Baptist Church, both of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Harrisonburg&lt;/span&gt;, Virginia are sponsoring a Hope Seminar for Women. January 30&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;- January 31st, 2009 at the West Side Baptist Church Fellowship Hall. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hope deferred makes the heart sick, but a desire fulfilled is a tree of life.   Proverbs 13:12&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;Have you experienced the loss of a loved one? A friendship? A divorce? Or some other painful experience that has left you feeling despair? Let God write His promises on your heart through this Hope Seminar. Pastor's wife and women's ministries leader Danielle &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Gahman&lt;/span&gt; will reveal God's Promises through His Word that can restore our Hope. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;Friday, January 30&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;, 2009:  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;7-9 p.m. Worship and Study led by Danielle &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Gahman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;Saturday, January 31st, 2009:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;8:30 a.m. Continental Breakfast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;9 a.m. Worship and testimony by Lisa Smith&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;10 a.m. - 12 p.m.  Study led by Danielle &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Gahman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;All women are invited to attend. Please RSVP:  540-442-9400, leave a message. You can also contact Pastor Mike &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Mehling&lt;/span&gt; at this number for more information. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;This is a wonderful opportunity to fellowship with other ladies, share and learn the Word of God. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;I do hope you'll join us. There is no cost, but an RSVP is much appreciated!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6401620852325995915-4067196810931525281?l=shenandoahvalleyvirginia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shenandoahvalleyvirginia.blogspot.com/feeds/4067196810931525281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6401620852325995915&amp;postID=4067196810931525281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6401620852325995915/posts/default/4067196810931525281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6401620852325995915/posts/default/4067196810931525281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shenandoahvalleyvirginia.blogspot.com/2009/01/hope-seminar-for-women.html' title='Hope Seminar for Women'/><author><name>farmerswifederbymom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11075263579814913870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6401620852325995915.post-9069010848331538292</id><published>2009-01-11T14:49:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T13:49:22.646-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='About me'/><title type='text'>Another Chance</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;Today my Pastor had another wonderful message. We were in Luke 15, the story about the prodigal son. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;I've always loved this story because no matter how far down in the bottom of the pit we get and let ourselves get. God always says "come back to me, I'm here and I'm waiting." Isn't that awesome? I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;recommend&lt;/span&gt; getting that far gone, but in reality it happens. There's times in your life that you sometimes just give up. You're tired of the problems, tired of the pain, tired of everything and you basically stop caring about what happens next. Sometimes it's stuff that you don't have control of and sometimes it's things you do have control of. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;In Luke 15, the prodigal son brought this on himself. He went through a process of basically messing up his life. He got selfish, he chose the wrong people to hang around with and it was a down spiral from there. Gosh, that sounds true today, doesn't it? In today's world, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;a lot&lt;/span&gt; of people are all about me, me, me. And I'll be honest, I get like that too. Than God puts a road block in front of me to remind me that it's NOT all about me. And He's had to do that to me more than once. And I'm sure it's the same with you too. I'm not saying we're bad people because we do get like this. But remember we are sinners by nature. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;Sometimes we have to hit rock bottom and either choose to stay there or get up. God always allows His children to return to Him. You just have to be willing, you have to take that step and make that commitment. Like my Pastor said "Confession and repentance are necessary to put you back on the right path."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;God is always there with open arms. Not to say "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;omgosh&lt;/span&gt;, I cant believe you did that or what on earth were you thinking when you did that? " His mercy and compassion allows us to come back to Him! Praise the Lord always, in everything and all situations!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6401620852325995915-9069010848331538292?l=shenandoahvalleyvirginia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shenandoahvalleyvirginia.blogspot.com/feeds/9069010848331538292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6401620852325995915&amp;postID=9069010848331538292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6401620852325995915/posts/default/9069010848331538292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6401620852325995915/posts/default/9069010848331538292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shenandoahvalleyvirginia.blogspot.com/2009/01/another-chance.html' title='Another Chance'/><author><name>farmerswifederbymom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11075263579814913870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6401620852325995915.post-449418661344624367</id><published>2009-01-05T19:56:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T13:53:43.281-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Favorite blogs and sites'/><title type='text'>Check This Blog Out....</title><content type='html'>Every once in a while, ya'll know I like to share a new site or a favorite site. So here's a site I discovered today.&lt;br /&gt;Go check it out....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bjdonahue.blogspot.com/"&gt;www.bjdonahue.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6401620852325995915-449418661344624367?l=shenandoahvalleyvirginia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shenandoahvalleyvirginia.blogspot.com/feeds/449418661344624367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6401620852325995915&amp;postID=449418661344624367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6401620852325995915/posts/default/449418661344624367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6401620852325995915/posts/default/449418661344624367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shenandoahvalleyvirginia.blogspot.com/2009/01/check-this-blog-out.html' title='Check This Blog Out....'/><author><name>farmerswifederbymom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11075263579814913870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6401620852325995915.post-1060521953692946967</id><published>2009-01-05T19:00:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T14:00:33.276-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='People'/><title type='text'>Ever Wonder?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Do you ever wonder about people you see out in public? I'm one of those people that loves to know everything and learn everything. And if I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; know...I'll find out. Some call it nosey, I call it my job. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;When I go to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Wal&lt;/span&gt; Mart and I'm standing in the never ending lines, if my kids aren't with me. I either play on my cell phone (check the news, email,etc.) or I just watch people. Sometimes people blend in with everyone else and than there are the people that really stand out. Either because of an outfit, a hair do, the way they carry themselves or how they interact with other people. I like to observe people and try to figure out what their story is. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;A few days before Christmas I was there with my daughter. And she was being good, but like me was getting tired and hungry. We saw this beautiful well dressed lady and she just stood in line like us, patiently waiting our turns. But this woman had 3 screaming tired little boys with her. I'd say between the ages of 2 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;thru&lt;/span&gt; 7 years old. My thoughts were; are her kids always like this, so she's learned to tune them out, what kind of home life do they have, is she a happy person or just sliding by in life? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Another time, I saw this elderly lady. I'd say maybe in her late 80's shopping with no one. And I wondered if she had any family, if she spent most of her time alone and she was happy. I know just because you're at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Wal&lt;/span&gt; Mart or elsewhere alone, doesn't mean you're a lonely person. But it's just one of many things I wonder. I also wondered if she was born and raised here. And what types of historical events had she witnessed or been a part of. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;There's also this lady that I see walking down Route 42, south bound close to the Route 33 Intersection. She's not dressed well and I think she might be homeless. I feel bad for her, because her face and the way she carries herself...she just seems so lonely. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; know if she's homeless, I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; know if she's the happiest person in the world, but she seems lonely. I wonder if she has a family, a home, a job, anything to eat. But now a days you cant just walk up to some one and start asking questions. Sadly, you also cant just walk up and offer to help out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Every person I see, I wonder about them. I'm sure they do the same with me, especially when I'm grouchy rushing through a store(s) like a maniac. That's usually when I try not to speak to anyone, because it's better to zip my mouth than to be grouchy with others who have no clue why I'm having a bad day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;One thing I usually do is say a silent prayer for the people I'm curious about. Because I don't know their story. They might have the best life and still be unhappy and they might have a horrible life and stay close to God knowing things will get better. I would love to know &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;everyones&lt;/span&gt; stories. But reality tells me that's impossible. I guess in my own mind and in my prayers for them, I can write my own story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6401620852325995915-1060521953692946967?l=shenandoahvalleyvirginia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shenandoahvalleyvirginia.blogspot.com/feeds/1060521953692946967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6401620852325995915&amp;postID=1060521953692946967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6401620852325995915/posts/default/1060521953692946967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6401620852325995915/posts/default/1060521953692946967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shenandoahvalleyvirginia.blogspot.com/2009/01/ever-wonder.html' title='Ever Wonder?'/><author><name>farmerswifederbymom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11075263579814913870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6401620852325995915.post-8174504164478067527</id><published>2009-01-04T16:09:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T13:49:22.646-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='About me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Things I&apos;ve Learned'/><title type='text'>Things I've Learned</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;2008 is now done, gone and over with. And I cant really say 2008 was a good year for me....because it wasn't. But like my Pastor said "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Don't&lt;/span&gt; live in the past. And we cant flip our calenders back. " Of course he had more to that and today's sermon was very good as always, but some sermon's tug on your own heart strings more than other sermons. This one tugged on all my heart strings. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;So here's just a few things I learned in 2008 and the first week of January 2009. I learned &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; more than this, but I learn things everyday, so I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; want to bore &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ya'll&lt;/span&gt; too much. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I learned that I want to get to know God better, more personally and have a stronger relationship with Him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I learned that I CAN and know how to say NO. I actually just learned that a few days ago. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I learned when I say "no", I will most likely tick some people off. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I learned that my kids will always try my patience, even when they grow up, get married, etc. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I learned that praying and encouraging adults/teens/kids to come to church always works out in God's time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I learned that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Face Book&lt;/span&gt; is an awesome way to find old friends and make new ones. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I learned that Virginia, well &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;at least&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Rockingham&lt;/span&gt; County in the heart of the Shenandoah Valley...doesn't have very&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;exciting weather thanks to our awesome and beautiful mountains. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I learned I need more excitement in my life, including the weather. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I learned that I continue to think the computer was the greatest invention of all time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I learned that it's okay to let the 'younger' generations teach us older folks how to do stuff. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I learned that when I'm telling my kids, nieces and nephews stories and they roll their eyes...it doesn't mean they &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; want to hear the stories. They're rolling their eyes because they actually have to stop and listen to us. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I learned that when we reach out and help, pray or just listen to friends, family or strangers it helps us deal with issues in our lives that we're having. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I had more, but I can't think of them right now. Maybe these things aren't exciting to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;ya'll&lt;/span&gt;, but each one of them means something to me. You can share what you learned in 2008 if you like. Enjoy 2009, God has big plans for all of us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6401620852325995915-8174504164478067527?l=shenandoahvalleyvirginia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shenandoahvalleyvirginia.blogspot.com/feeds/8174504164478067527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6401620852325995915&amp;postID=8174504164478067527' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6401620852325995915/posts/default/8174504164478067527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6401620852325995915/posts/default/8174504164478067527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shenandoahvalleyvirginia.blogspot.com/2009/01/things-ive-learned.html' title='Things I&apos;ve Learned'/><author><name>farmerswifederbymom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11075263579814913870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6401620852325995915.post-1484962756328477686</id><published>2008-12-24T22:57:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T13:59:57.487-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='People'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Merry Christmas!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In the Bible, in Luke 2. I hope you'll sit down and enjoy the story of our Savior Jesus Christ's birth. What a wonderful and miraculous event. If only for a little, let's forget about the lights, commercialism and everything else. And remember what the true meaning of Christmas is. I'm so excited about seeing my kids and nieces and nephews open their gifts, but we always make sure they know the real reason for this awesome occasion. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Praying you have a wonderful and safe Christmas!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6401620852325995915-1484962756328477686?l=shenandoahvalleyvirginia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shenandoahvalleyvirginia.blogspot.com/feeds/1484962756328477686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6401620852325995915&amp;postID=1484962756328477686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6401620852325995915/posts/default/1484962756328477686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6401620852325995915/posts/default/1484962756328477686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shenandoahvalleyvirginia.blogspot.com/2008/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas!'/><author><name>farmerswifederbymom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11075263579814913870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6401620852325995915.post-8922025621988960984</id><published>2008-12-18T23:37:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T14:52:00.129-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='About me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>Illnesses and Injuries</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;I hurt my back real bad Tuesday night. That's why I haven't been online much. I'm still in pain, a lot of pain in fact. But I can actually sit down now. The past few days, I had the choices of sit or lay. Nothing in between. So while I was in tears feeling sorry for myself. Yes, I know....we're not supposed to do that.  I got to thinking about all these other people that have cancer and other things that some still don't have a cure for. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;A teacher at my daughters school found out she has Breast Cancer, her old bus driver has it also. I found out my cousin who is 6 years younger than me, has Colon Cancer. And countless people at our church has cancer and other illnesses. So I quickly quit feeling sorry for myself. My back injury will heal, might take a while. But the treatments that these others has to go through is far worse than what I'm going through. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;I was told once by a person dear to me, that if I don't slow down, God will take steps to slow me down. Soon after that was said...I got a really bad case of the stomach flu. This time...I hurt my back. I slowed down on my feet, but my brain didn't slow down. My point is; while you're sick or whatever, think about the other people with far worse problems. That need your prayers, smiles, notes of "I'm thinking of you" and your help. Maybe take them a meal, send them a note, call them or whatever. Because like my Pastor said "if your focusing on others and their problems, you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; have time to focus on yourself and feel sorry for yourself."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6401620852325995915-8922025621988960984?l=shenandoahvalleyvirginia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shenandoahvalleyvirginia.blogspot.com/feeds/8922025621988960984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6401620852325995915&amp;postID=8922025621988960984' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6401620852325995915/posts/default/8922025621988960984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6401620852325995915/posts/default/8922025621988960984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shenandoahvalleyvirginia.blogspot.com/2008/12/illnesses-and-injuries.html' title='Illnesses and Injuries'/><author><name>farmerswifederbymom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11075263579814913870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6401620852325995915.post-5015974752476888719</id><published>2008-12-12T18:44:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T13:46:11.311-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='South'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Snow'/><title type='text'>No Snow....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;I was praising God at 4:30 a.m.  I got up, took a shower and was so happy to see.....yes, you know...NO SNOW!! It was raining, but that's just fine. Now, my kids along with a lot of others were very disappointed. They were counting on a snow day. But Praise the Lord, no snow and by lunch it was beautiful outside. Some of the mountains had snow on them, which is absolutely beautiful to look at. As long as I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; have to be physically in the snow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;The weather people were so sure of the snow and freezing rain coming at us here in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Rockingham&lt;/span&gt; County. I'm sure God laughed at them and said "No snow for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ya'll&lt;/span&gt;" (I like to pretend God has a Southern accent, like me). When my 15 year old son was in John Wayland Elementary School, the weather was calling on this bad snow storm and possible blizzard.  And if you looked on the radar it showed bad weather was coming. So &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Rockingham&lt;/span&gt; County School's called off school for the next day. Keep in mind when they did this there was no &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;inclement&lt;/span&gt; weather happening. It was just cloudy and cold. So they called off school, of course the kids were happy. The next morning everyone wakes up ready to go play out in the blizzard like weather. Guess what? There was absolutely no snow, no rain, no sleet and no freezing rain. In fact that day ended up being the warmest day in about 2 weeks. It was an absolute gorgeous day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Well people really had &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;a lot&lt;/span&gt; to say to and about the school board for that mess up. Up to this day I find it very funny and I've told my kids that story several times, but I can assure you they have not made that mistake since.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6401620852325995915-5015974752476888719?l=shenandoahvalleyvirginia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shenandoahvalleyvirginia.blogspot.com/feeds/5015974752476888719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6401620852325995915&amp;postID=5015974752476888719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6401620852325995915/posts/default/5015974752476888719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6401620852325995915/posts/default/5015974752476888719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shenandoahvalleyvirginia.blogspot.com/2008/12/no-snow.html' title='No Snow....'/><author><name>farmerswifederbymom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11075263579814913870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6401620852325995915.post-193925302614744228</id><published>2008-12-11T23:07:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T13:46:11.312-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='South'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Snow'/><title type='text'>Too Cold For Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Well, Virginia...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;particularly&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Rockingham&lt;/span&gt; County, Virginia...your prayers were answered. We got rain. Actually, we're getting a lot of rain. Maybe snow tomorrow. I love weather in our area, because it's usually pretty mild. If we get snow, it doesn't amount to anything. If we get rain, well sometimes it floods. But it's been too cold. It's been a hard rain all day. And cold. I hate cold weather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our snow works like this; it snows one day and either that evening or the next day, it melts. That's how I like it. And usually this only happens twice per cold season. Once it hits the West Virginia mountains, the strength of the snow dies down. And we get the "leftovers".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now ice is a whole other story. We get some bad ice storms. My kids always say we get it worse because we live high on a hill and we're closer to God in Heaven. So the ice doesn't have far to go. I know...my kids are too cute. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm not complaining about the rain. I've been praying for rain. You &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; pray for something, expect it to happen and than say "hey I really didn't mean that". God hears and if it's in His will, it will happen.&lt;br /&gt;Every ounce of my body aches in cold weather. I'm only 28 and holding, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;, so I'm not so old. But the cold weather makes me feel very very old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A family at our church is from Montana and they have been praying for alot of snow. But one of their boys wants to move to Hawaii (they're a Military family, God Bless them)). I hope they're not holding their breath for alot of snow. Now if you look through history, you can see Virginia has had their fair share of big snows. But not lately. My daughter saw a snow mobile on t.v. she got excited and of course wanted us to buy one. We laughed and told her, we dont need one here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, enjoy or tollerate the weather. Stay safe and warm. Remember in this area, 1/2" of snow hits the ground, people loose all their senses and forget how to drive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6401620852325995915-193925302614744228?l=shenandoahvalleyvirginia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shenandoahvalleyvirginia.blogspot.com/feeds/193925302614744228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6401620852325995915&amp;postID=193925302614744228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6401620852325995915/posts/default/193925302614744228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6401620852325995915/posts/default/193925302614744228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shenandoahvalleyvirginia.blogspot.com/2008/12/too-cold-for-me.html' title='Too Cold For Me'/><author><name>farmerswifederbymom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11075263579814913870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6401620852325995915.post-3954502866312528504</id><published>2008-12-06T20:19:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T13:49:22.647-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='About me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Things I&apos;ve Learned'/><title type='text'>Baking Home Made Bread</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Today, my friend Sally from church taught me how to make home made bread. Mmmmm, it was so delicious and easy to make. But I had a wonderful day of fellowship with her. My daughter had fun playing with her kids and reading to them. Sally's a wonderful and patient teacher. I went to Wal Mart and got more baking supplies so my daughter and I can make more bread tomorrow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Sally is an extraordinary cook/baker/chef and I just wanted to thank her for taking out time in her busy day to teach me how to make bread. It really means alot to me! Thank you Sally!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6401620852325995915-3954502866312528504?l=shenandoahvalleyvirginia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shenandoahvalleyvirginia.blogspot.com/feeds/3954502866312528504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6401620852325995915&amp;postID=3954502866312528504' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6401620852325995915/posts/default/3954502866312528504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6401620852325995915/posts/default/3954502866312528504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shenandoahvalleyvirginia.blogspot.com/2008/12/baking-home-made-bread.html' title='Baking Home Made Bread'/><author><name>farmerswifederbymom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11075263579814913870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6401620852325995915.post-8952417341964855919</id><published>2008-12-03T19:59:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T13:59:57.487-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='People'/><title type='text'>It's All In The Name</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993300;"&gt;So here in the Shenandoah Valley in Virginia e&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;veryone's&lt;/span&gt; related to everyone. When dealing with out of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993300;"&gt;town friends, I often hear the comment "Gosh you're related to everyone." And quite frankly, I am...we are. It doesn't matter how close of a cousin you are, we're all family. Plus everyone in my family believed in big families. So it kind of expanded from there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993300;"&gt;Here is some but &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;not limited&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; to some of my family names. And these are ones based in Virginia. I have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;a lot&lt;/span&gt; of family all over the U.S. If you have any of these names, let me know. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993300;"&gt;Rhodes...Showalter...Burkholder...Smith...Joseph...Huffman...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993300;"&gt;Shipe...Arey....Reese...Liskey...Piner...Gaines...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993300;"&gt;Gladwell...Rexrode...McDorman...Dove...Turner...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993300;"&gt;If you want to know my out of state family, let me know. I'll be glad to share. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6401620852325995915-8952417341964855919?l=shenandoahvalleyvirginia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shenandoahvalleyvirginia.blogspot.com/feeds/8952417341964855919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6401620852325995915&amp;postID=8952417341964855919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6401620852325995915/posts/default/8952417341964855919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6401620852325995915/posts/default/8952417341964855919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shenandoahvalleyvirginia.blogspot.com/2008/12/its-all-in-name.html' title='It&apos;s All In The Name'/><author><name>farmerswifederbymom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11075263579814913870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6401620852325995915.post-3092710932604971069</id><published>2008-12-01T22:48:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T14:51:49.469-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='About me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>Milestone In Our Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;Well, we come close to having a milestone in our home. Our son will be 15 1/2 years old on December 14&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Th&lt;/span&gt;, 2008. That officially means he is able to get his learners license. So God willing on December 15&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Th&lt;/span&gt;, 2008 we will drive out to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;DMV&lt;/span&gt; in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Harrisonburg&lt;/span&gt; and take this big step. He's excited, I'm...well, I'm a Mom. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;, what can I say? He's really been driving around our property, on the farm and other places since he was 10 years old. So he's actually a pretty good driver. And while I'm driving we go through various instructions, tips, etc. I'm confident he'll be a great driver. I'm just a worried Momma and this means my "baby" (who is almost 6 feet tall) is getting older. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6401620852325995915-3092710932604971069?l=shenandoahvalleyvirginia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shenandoahvalleyvirginia.blogspot.com/feeds/3092710932604971069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6401620852325995915&amp;postID=3092710932604971069' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6401620852325995915/posts/default/3092710932604971069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6401620852325995915/posts/default/3092710932604971069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shenandoahvalleyvirginia.blogspot.com/2008/12/milestone-in-our-home.html' title='Milestone In Our Home'/><author><name>farmerswifederbymom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11075263579814913870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6401620852325995915.post-8765545530299885016</id><published>2008-12-01T20:36:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T14:51:49.470-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='About me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Songs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Death'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>Angels On The Moon</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;There's a song out now that I absolutely love. But it's more than just the song that's great, it's the lyrics. My cousin John died a few years ago of a rare and unknown cancer. He was only 1 1/2 months younger than me, we grew up together as did all of my cousins and we we're all very close. He lived with cancer for 18 months before he went home to be with our Heavenly Father. He was the type of person that was always smiling. Even during his battle with cancer, he smiled and he was more worried about everyone else than he was for his own health and happiness. But this song reminds me of him. Even when he knew he was dieing he kept living. I miss him so much and I know one day I'll be with him again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;Angels On The Moon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;by Thriving Ivory&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;Do you dream, that the world will know your name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;So tell me your name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;Do you care, about all the little things or anything at all?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;I wanna feel, all the chemicals inside I wanna feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;I wanna sunburn, just to know that I'm alive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;To know I'm alive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;Don't tell me if I'm dying, cause I don't wanna know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;If I can't see the sun, maybe I should go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;Don't wake me cause I'm dreaming, of angels on the moon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;Where everyone you know, never leaves too soon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;Do you believe, in the day that you were born&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;Tell me do you believe?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;Do you know, that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;everyday's&lt;/span&gt; the first of the rest of your life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;Don't tell me if I'm dying, cause I don't wanna know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;If I can't see the sun, maybe I should go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;Don't wake me cause I'm dreaming, of angels on the moon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;Where everyone you know, never leaves too soon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;This is to one last day in the shadows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;And to know a brother's love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;This is to New York City angels&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;And the rivers of our blood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;This is to all of us, to all of us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;Don't tell me if I'm dying, cause I don't wanna know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;If I can't see the sun, maybe I should go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;Don't wake me cause I'm dreaming, of angels on the moon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;Where everyone you know, never leaves too soon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;You can tell me all your thoughts, about the stars that fill polluted skies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;And show me where you run to, when no one's left to take your side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;But don't tell me where the road ends, cause I just don't wanna know, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;No I don't wanna know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;Don't tell me if I'm dying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;Don't tell me if I'm dying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;Don't tell me if I'm dying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;[ Angels On The Moon Lyrics on http://www.lyricsmania.com/ ] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6401620852325995915-8765545530299885016?l=shenandoahvalleyvirginia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shenandoahvalleyvirginia.blogspot.com/feeds/8765545530299885016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6401620852325995915&amp;postID=8765545530299885016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6401620852325995915/posts/default/8765545530299885016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6401620852325995915/posts/default/8765545530299885016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shenandoahvalleyvirginia.blogspot.com/2008/12/angels-on-moon.html' title='Angels On The Moon'/><author><name>farmerswifederbymom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11075263579814913870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6401620852325995915.post-3226308800333809465</id><published>2008-11-12T08:30:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T14:51:49.471-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='About me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>When They Were Little</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;In my office on my desk, I have a picture of my son, my daughter and one of my nieces. The picture is so cute, they're all beside &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;each other&lt;/span&gt; smiling. My son was about 8, my daughter was about 1 1/2 and my niece was just a couple months old. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;Like many people they keep family photos around their house, on their desks, on their shelves. I have another purpose for putting this photo on my desk. My son is now 15, my daughter is now 8 and my niece will be 7 in a couple of weeks. They've grown so much, not just their height, but their personalities. They've each &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;developed&lt;/span&gt; their own special personalities and have changed so much since that picture was taken. I keep it there to remind me that even when they all act outrageous for whatever reason, act out with bad behavior or fight with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;each other&lt;/span&gt;. They are and were once, innocent little kids that has the whole world ahead of them. They have so much to look forward to and grow into. I get so excited when I look at them because I cant wait to see what type of an adult they'll be, what type of career they'll choose, who their spouses will be, how many kids they'll have. Even now as they get older, their personalities still change so much. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;It  saddens me as they grow, because they will eventually grow up, move out and have families of their own. But I keep that picture close to see that they are just that....little personalities that are strong willed, bad tempered at times, big sweethearts that do little things to make you happy or cry tears of joy. All three of them will always be babies in my heart, but they will get their wings when they're ready to fly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6401620852325995915-3226308800333809465?l=shenandoahvalleyvirginia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shenandoahvalleyvirginia.blogspot.com/feeds/3226308800333809465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6401620852325995915&amp;postID=3226308800333809465' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6401620852325995915/posts/default/3226308800333809465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6401620852325995915/posts/default/3226308800333809465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shenandoahvalleyvirginia.blogspot.com/2008/11/when-they-were-little.html' title='When They Were Little'/><author><name>farmerswifederbymom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11075263579814913870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6401620852325995915.post-3972031432012936298</id><published>2008-10-30T11:52:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T12:34:34.135-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Obama or McCain?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cvQ8H7mGChA/SQnhtDRBKpI/AAAAAAAAABc/KOTfDCY9XyY/s1600-h/obama.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262985803646184082" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 100px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cvQ8H7mGChA/SQnhtDRBKpI/AAAAAAAAABc/KOTfDCY9XyY/s320/obama.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cvQ8H7mGChA/SQnhkEPyweI/AAAAAAAAABU/WAmgY_coTg8/s1600-h/mccain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262985649290658274" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 112px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 120px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cvQ8H7mGChA/SQnhkEPyweI/AAAAAAAAABU/WAmgY_coTg8/s320/mccain.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The 2008 Presidential Election that will make history is almost here. I'm very excited, yet very nervous for the outcome of our U.S. economy. My son will be 18 in 3 years. This newly elected president and his choices, will affect my son and his future, just as well as everyone &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;else's&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;As &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ya'll&lt;/span&gt; know Veterans have a big soft spot in my heart. And I'm wondering which presidential candidate has our Veterans in their best interest. I always get all these email's about how this person opposed this bill for Veterans, etc. And I consider myself a fairly smart person. But let me tell you....the election is just a bunch of bull being thrown out to the proper audience at that time. The candidates may say they cater to Veterans and respect them, blah blah blah. But then when the voting for different bills come in, neither one of them step up to the plate to help them and/or protect them. It depends on who they're talking to, in what they say. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3333ff;"&gt;I've honestly made up my mind about who I'm voting for and I suspect most people have too. Come on McCain and Obama, show the Veteran's what you two REALLY got!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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/6401620852325995915-3972031432012936298?l=shenandoahvalleyvirginia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shenandoahvalleyvirginia.blogspot.com/feeds/3972031432012936298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6401620852325995915&amp;postID=3972031432012936298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6401620852325995915/posts/default/3972031432012936298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6401620852325995915/posts/default/3972031432012936298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shenandoahvalleyvirginia.blogspot.com/2008/10/obama-or-mccain.html' title='Obama or McCain?'/><author><name>farmerswifederbymom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11075263579814913870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cvQ8H7mGChA/SQnhtDRBKpI/AAAAAAAAABc/KOTfDCY9XyY/s72-c/obama.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6401620852325995915.post-3704413628210574955</id><published>2008-10-25T11:36:00.023-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T16:35:09.272-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Technology....Handwritten Letters</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993300;"&gt;I love to write old fashioned handwritten letters and send out cards via snail mail. And I love receiving them too. But honestly, I hate talking on the phone, so email and text seems to be on my "necessity" list. The other day I was handwriting a letter to my cousin in Texas. And unfortunately my brain had been dismissed for a short time and in my "handwritten old fashioned letter", I was writing short form "text" words. Oh my, I had to laugh when I finally welcomed my brain back. Now keep in mind, I'm still learning a lot of "text" language from my kids (while they laugh at my back woods old fashioned brain) . But here's a few words/abbreviations that I used. "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Lmk&lt;/span&gt; when u r out of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;hsptl&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Il&lt;/span&gt; cal u &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;sune&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;aftr&lt;/span&gt;." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993300;"&gt;My cousin is older than me, so I'm sure if she would have received this, I would have received a phone call of confusion. Most of us can probably understand my above text language, but it's kind of like reading a license plate while sitting at a stop light. Most are pretty easy and quickly jump out at you, but others...goodness, some are really hard. It will bother me relentlessly until I figure those out, so I usually write them down, go home and figure them out or initiate my kids help. I guess it's a fun game to play while sitting at one of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Harrisonburg's&lt;/span&gt; long and unending stupid stoplights. I live out in the country, we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; have stop lights. So when I go to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Harrisonburg&lt;/span&gt; or other cities around here, I have to find something to entertain myself while waiting. Okay, so I'm getting off the subject. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993300;"&gt;Today's technology is so advance and fun, that sometimes they crossover with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;each other&lt;/span&gt;. And confusion may arise. I enjoy email, text and blogging. But I try not to forget the old fashioned joy of handwriting a letter. The first time I ever wrote my cousin in Texas, she replied via email that she hasn't received a handwritten letter in a very long time. I encourage the "art" of handwritten letters and I hope it's something everyone will try again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993300;"&gt;One of many wonderful memories I have is, when I was growing up, one of my Aunt's moved to different states and she used to write me letters all the time. I treasured those letters so much. And I have one from my old Sunday School teacher that she wrote me. I was maybe 9 or 10 when she wrote it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993300;"&gt;I challenge you to pick one person per month and just write a letter to them. Not on your computer or typewriter. Simply with a pen and paper. The recipient will be both surprised and delighted. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#993300;"&gt;I John 1:4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6401620852325995915-3704413628210574955?l=shenandoahvalleyvirginia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shenandoahvalleyvirginia.blogspot.com/feeds/3704413628210574955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6401620852325995915&amp;postID=3704413628210574955' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6401620852325995915/posts/default/3704413628210574955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6401620852325995915/posts/default/3704413628210574955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shenandoahvalleyvirginia.blogspot.com/2008/10/technologyhandwritten-letters.html' title='Technology....Handwritten Letters'/><author><name>farmerswifederbymom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11075263579814913870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6401620852325995915.post-5540970047541479864</id><published>2008-10-21T13:16:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T16:39:35.503-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I Am</title><content type='html'>I'm not sure where I first saw this, but ever since I did find it I absolutely love it. And I keep it on my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;desk&lt;/span&gt; to remind me that I shouldn't dwell in my past mistakes and regrets, because God doesn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;I was regretting the past&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#6666cc;"&gt;and fearing the future. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#6666cc;"&gt;Suddenly my Lord was speaking,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"My name is I Am"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#6666cc;"&gt;He paused, I waited. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#6666cc;"&gt;He continued,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#6666cc;"&gt;"When you live in the past&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#6666cc;"&gt;with it's mistakes and regrets, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#6666cc;"&gt;it is hard. I am not there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#6666cc;"&gt;My name is not I WAS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#6666cc;"&gt;When you live in the future, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#6666cc;"&gt;With it's problems and fears, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#6666cc;"&gt;it is hard. I am not there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#6666cc;"&gt;My name is not I WILL BE. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#6666cc;"&gt;When you live in this moment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#6666cc;"&gt;it is not hard. I am here. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;My name is I Am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#6666cc;"&gt;Written by; Helen &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Mallicoat&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/6401620852325995915-5540970047541479864?l=shenandoahvalleyvirginia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shenandoahvalleyvirginia.blogspot.com/feeds/5540970047541479864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6401620852325995915&amp;postID=5540970047541479864' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6401620852325995915/posts/default/5540970047541479864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6401620852325995915/posts/default/5540970047541479864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shenandoahvalleyvirginia.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-am.html' title='I Am'/><author><name>farmerswifederbymom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11075263579814913870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6401620852325995915.post-1599751215286734432</id><published>2008-10-15T21:36:00.016-04:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T14:51:35.902-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='About me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>You Know You Have Kids When....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I love being a Mom. I've always wanted to be a Mom and one of my main goals in life was to have kids. I have a wonderful 15 year old son and a wonderful 8 year old daughter. My kids are my life and I pray that my husband &amp;amp; I do a great job raising them. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Don't&lt;/span&gt; get the title wrong, I absolutely know I have kids. They're with me all the time and they're especially in my heart. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This week I've been noticing even more that I am absolutely truly blessed with kids. And anyone who knows me or is around me, knows how blessed I am. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So I found that my kids had written their names all over my Grand Caravan in the dust left from our long road...this isn't the first time and wont be the last. People at church seem to get a kick out of "reading" my van each week. They [the boys] usually have "Redneck Transportation" written on the back, with all their derby car numbers.  Today, I found cooked oatmeal in my purse at the bank...imagine the look on the bank tellers face when I pulled my hand out of my purse with a glop of apple cinnamon oatmeal. Oh yummy, NOT! I was taking a shower the other day and my 6 year old niece and my daughter used almost 5 lbs of sugar to make a "surprise". We are well familiar with the emergency room that my son, his friends and my daughter have particular seats in the waiting area they always sit in. My son and his friends like demolition derby cars and lawn mower derbies. So if I leave them at the house by themselves for a short time, my rule list consist of....no guns, no shooting guns, no fires, no blowing up stuff and of course no girls. So far, so good. My daughter whose bedtime on school nights is 8:30 P.M. always decides at 10 P.M. that she wants to do her hair, play with Lincoln Logs or go outside to play with the cats. And let's not forget about the bicycle that's parked right along the drive way where Mom can back over it. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Uggghhhh&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So, yes, I am very blessed. My kids are polite, Christians, attend and participate in church activities faithfully, they're good friends and I can't say they're "typical" kids, but they're my kids. And God blessed me when they arrived. Praise God for all things!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6401620852325995915-1599751215286734432?l=shenandoahvalleyvirginia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shenandoahvalleyvirginia.blogspot.com/feeds/1599751215286734432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6401620852325995915&amp;postID=1599751215286734432' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6401620852325995915/posts/default/1599751215286734432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6401620852325995915/posts/default/1599751215286734432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shenandoahvalleyvirginia.blogspot.com/2008/10/you-know-you-have-kids-when.html' title='You Know You Have Kids When....'/><author><name>farmerswifederbymom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11075263579814913870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6401620852325995915.post-4178144172312850488</id><published>2008-10-08T21:11:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T14:51:49.471-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='About me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>My New Cruet</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Okay, so the title already has you bewildered. Right? Well, my Mom bought me a new Cruet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I know everyone has some weird obsessions. Well, ONE of mine is my Cruet. And during&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;the summer some little kids (I wont mention any names, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;) broke mine. We keep vinegar in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;ours. And we use vinegar on almost everything we eat and I clean with it too. So it's a well used item.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Why post a story about it? Well, apparently Cruet's are a special obsession in my family. My Mom, my Aunts &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;and Grandma's all have one. Now, I know...most families have them. But we hit panic mode when ours is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;out of commission.  So when my Mom surprised me with this, I was so excited and I felt like my little friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;was back on my kitchen counter waiting to be used. So I went to the store bought red leaf and green leaf &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;lettuce so I could make lettuce salad with our home made dressing using vinegar, of course. Thanks Mom,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I love it!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;So what's an obsession you have? I also have a big obsession with baskets and paper. I have an &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;abundance of both!  Share your normal and/or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;weird&lt;/span&gt; obsessions with us. I know my friend Sally from church on her blog shares that she loves animal crackers. Come on, share with us!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6401620852325995915-4178144172312850488?l=shenandoahvalleyvirginia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shenandoahvalleyvirginia.blogspot.com/feeds/4178144172312850488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6401620852325995915&amp;postID=4178144172312850488' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6401620852325995915/posts/default/4178144172312850488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6401620852325995915/posts/default/4178144172312850488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shenandoahvalleyvirginia.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-new-cruet.html' title='My New Cruet'/><author><name>farmerswifederbymom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11075263579814913870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6401620852325995915.post-8964072175480686144</id><published>2008-10-01T23:39:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T14:51:49.472-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='About me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>Prayers For My Dad</title><content type='html'>My Dad left for the Ukraine this morning for a Missions trip. He is a "Building Missionary", he helps rebuild churches and some homes due to natural disasters. He's spent most his time in Mississippi rebuilding from Hurricane Katrina, most recently in Iowa from floods. Now he's on his way to Ukraine to help build churches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm asking everyone to pray for his safety and all the people traveling with him. My Dad is a Christian and faithfully let's God direct his path.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Praying for you Dad!! Thank you to everyone who prays for him and his friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6401620852325995915-8964072175480686144?l=shenandoahvalleyvirginia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shenandoahvalleyvirginia.blogspot.com/feeds/8964072175480686144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6401620852325995915&amp;postID=8964072175480686144' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6401620852325995915/posts/default/8964072175480686144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6401620852325995915/posts/default/8964072175480686144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shenandoahvalleyvirginia.blogspot.com/2008/10/prayers-for-my-dad.html' title='Prayers For My Dad'/><author><name>farmerswifederbymom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11075263579814913870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6401620852325995915.post-2586076721597377252</id><published>2008-09-27T22:26:00.014-04:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T14:51:49.472-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='About me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>I'm Glad I'm Not A Teenager Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;I'm so glad I'm not a teenager again. The things teenagers go through, I'm so happy I'm  married with kids. I'm around teenagers all the time, I have a teenage son and I have a teenage niece. In one week they can go through tears, fights, anger, happiness, big mood swings and than start back over again. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Whoohooo&lt;/span&gt;, I'm so glad I'm not a teenager again. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ummm&lt;/span&gt;, did I already say that? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;As Youth Director at our church and than various other youth &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ministries&lt;/span&gt; I do at our church,  I am constantly confronted with "teenage issues". I have learned that when teen guys get mad at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;each other&lt;/span&gt;, they usually fight it out and become best of friends again the next day. Now the teen ladies, that's a whole other issue. Usually tears and screaming are involved. And then they hold grudges for a long time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Now I'm not saying I was any different when I was a teen, because I'm sure if you ask my parents....they'll have that same dazed look that I have on my face all the time now. And as much as I shake my head in confusion, I'm surprised I haven't knocked a few important brain cells loose up there. God bless my parents for tolerating us. And by God's Grace they "survived" our teen years. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;My advice to parents; just keep smiling and look as though you actually understand what your teen is talking about. And just remember the teen years &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; last forever. ((we hope and pray))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;My advice to teens; please enjoy these years, they'll go by too fast. Than you'll join the "real world." Your parents may be confused during the entire duration of your teen years, but we still love you!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6401620852325995915-2586076721597377252?l=shenandoahvalleyvirginia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shenandoahvalleyvirginia.blogspot.com/feeds/2586076721597377252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6401620852325995915&amp;postID=2586076721597377252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6401620852325995915/posts/default/2586076721597377252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6401620852325995915/posts/default/2586076721597377252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shenandoahvalleyvirginia.blogspot.com/2008/09/im-glad-im-not-teenager-again.html' title='I&apos;m Glad I&apos;m Not A Teenager Again'/><author><name>farmerswifederbymom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11075263579814913870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6401620852325995915.post-891365207095064163</id><published>2008-09-27T20:19:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T13:53:43.282-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Favorite blogs and sites'/><title type='text'>Another Favorite Site....</title><content type='html'>Evan Dyson is an awesome photojournalist. His site is filled with stories and photos of events that happen in this area. And I have to say that 90% of the time, he has the photos and stories before the Daily News Record and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;WHSV&lt;/span&gt; does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please go visit his site and dig through all the older articles and of course the new ones. I know you'll enjoy&lt;br /&gt;your visit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.valleyobserver.com/"&gt;www.valleyobserver.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6401620852325995915-891365207095064163?l=shenandoahvalleyvirginia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shenandoahvalleyvirginia.blogspot.com/feeds/891365207095064163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6401620852325995915&amp;postID=891365207095064163' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6401620852325995915/posts/default/891365207095064163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6401620852325995915/posts/default/891365207095064163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shenandoahvalleyvirginia.blogspot.com/2008/09/another-favorite-site.html' title='Another Favorite Site....'/><author><name>farmerswifederbymom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11075263579814913870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6401620852325995915.post-1921275825962206799</id><published>2008-09-18T13:34:00.013-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T13:55:42.717-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Alex Owah...........I Saw His Face</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000099;"&gt;In our area, there has been a problem with one of the local high school football teams and a few players. They broke the law and basically only one got in trouble for it. And one of the players that are out of jail and playing football, should not (in my opinion) be playing football. But in this area, football and especially this team....football is everything. A "take no prisoners" sort of deal, just win, win, win. So an opinion of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; of people is, he got off because of his "big name" football player status. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I personally have been very &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;adamant&lt;/span&gt; about him not playing. I still feel that way, but...........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I saw his face, I saw him up close and personal. I've seen him play before, I've heard and read a tremendous amount of news about him. But this time was different. I didn't see him in a way of spoiled &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;athlete&lt;/span&gt;, the "almighty" player &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; portray him as or how the high school acts like he's the only player. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I saw him as a teenager that still has a future, as I want my kids to have. I saw him as a young man that could some day grow up to be a corporate lawyer, a Dad, a teacher, a Pro-football player and maybe a Pastor. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I saw him in a way any Mom would want other's to see their kids. I saw the teenager that messed up, but plans on going to a good university and make something of himself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I saw myself as a person that is far from perfect and a person that hopes other's will forgive me when I make mistakes. Alex and I are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; alike....we're both human. And if we ask, God will forgive us. I do hope Alex &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;straightens&lt;/span&gt; up and makes a good life for himself. Alex use your talents God gave you for good. Tim &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Tebow&lt;/span&gt; is one of my favorite football players, I pray his life is an inspiration to you as it has been for me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I apologize to Alex for the coldness and harshness that I've presented towards you. I pray you do good and make &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Harrisonburg&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Rockingham&lt;/span&gt; County, Virginia proud. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I'm still a Broadway High School fan, but I know Alex will do what's best for the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Harrisonburg&lt;/span&gt; High School football team. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6401620852325995915-1921275825962206799?l=shenandoahvalleyvirginia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shenandoahvalleyvirginia.blogspot.com/feeds/1921275825962206799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6401620852325995915&amp;postID=1921275825962206799' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6401620852325995915/posts/default/1921275825962206799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6401620852325995915/posts/default/1921275825962206799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shenandoahvalleyvirginia.blogspot.com/2008/09/alex-owahi-saw-his-face.html' title='Alex Owah...........I Saw His Face'/><author><name>farmerswifederbymom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11075263579814913870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6401620852325995915.post-1536007939102311056</id><published>2008-09-16T22:33:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T22:56:49.831-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall Is Almost Here......</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I'm so excited Fall is almost here. The weather this week has been absolutely perfect. We have the windows open at night and it's just wonderful sleeping weather. This evening when I went out to feed all the animals, I actually got cold. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Football games, making apple butter and apple cider are just a few fun things to do and take part in, here in the beautiful Shenandoah Valley. Churches are having Harvest Festivals. The church up the road from our house has been making apple butter this week, they auction it off to help raise money for the different things. Each town has their own festivals. I think the biggest (correct me if I'm wrong) is in Dayton. That was started when I was little and it is huge now. But too crowded. They try to stuff too many people and businesses on a few streets and it's just not fun. I actually quit going a few years ago because I feel you can't enjoy what they have to offer when you're too busy crawling through a little space in the crowd. Dayton....I ask, can you please expand to other streets? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Broadway's is very nice. Some good things about this one is, they get more kids and schools involved. Plus you can actually walk around without running into people. Yet, it's very well attended. Enjoy the Fall weather. I feel it's God's break to us for our hot summer. Check out our local newspapers to see what is going on and where.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6401620852325995915-1536007939102311056?l=shenandoahvalleyvirginia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shenandoahvalleyvirginia.blogspot.com/feeds/1536007939102311056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6401620852325995915&amp;postID=1536007939102311056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6401620852325995915/posts/default/1536007939102311056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6401620852325995915/posts/default/1536007939102311056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shenandoahvalleyvirginia.blogspot.com/2008/09/fall-is-almost-here.html' title='Fall Is Almost Here......'/><author><name>farmerswifederbymom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11075263579814913870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6401620852325995915.post-4731203467240388375</id><published>2008-09-09T19:00:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T19:25:54.381-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Do You Really Pray?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cvQ8H7mGChA/SMcFame24tI/AAAAAAAAAA0/_fsNJHxm-7E/s1600-h/praying.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244166245660943058" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cvQ8H7mGChA/SMcFame24tI/AAAAAAAAAA0/_fsNJHxm-7E/s320/praying.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;You see a friend you haven't seen in years. Ya'll get to talking and your friend shares with you, different health problems they've had. Towards the end of the conversation, you say "I'll be praying for you." As many times I've heard people say that to me and others, I just wonder how many of those people actually take the time to pray for that person?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;In a way, not only is that person putting their faith in God. But they're putting their faith in you,that you'll pray for them. "I'll be praying for you" has become such a cliche, that I don't think alot of people are actually putting their promises into action. I don't think prayer is as meaningful to them as it is to some people. Prayer is very important to me. To me as a Christian, it shows that I'm putting all my faith in God. It's my way of expressing needs, concerns, praises to Him. It may be a small prayer request to you, but it could mean the world to someone else. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;Most likely when people ask for prayers, they're not telling you the whole story or they have alot more problems than they want to mention. So spend a little extra time praying for them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;God hears our prayers, God is faithful and prayers are very powerful! Pray for everyone!&lt;/span&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/6401620852325995915-4731203467240388375?l=shenandoahvalleyvirginia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shenandoahvalleyvirginia.blogspot.com/feeds/4731203467240388375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6401620852325995915&amp;postID=4731203467240388375' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6401620852325995915/posts/default/4731203467240388375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6401620852325995915/posts/default/4731203467240388375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shenandoahvalleyvirginia.blogspot.com/2008/09/do-you-really-pray.html' title='Do You Really Pray?'/><author><name>farmerswifederbymom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11075263579814913870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cvQ8H7mGChA/SMcFame24tI/AAAAAAAAAA0/_fsNJHxm-7E/s72-c/praying.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6401620852325995915.post-3379936656874136135</id><published>2008-08-18T17:19:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T14:51:49.473-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='About me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>Demolition Derbies</title><content type='html'>We made our way to the annual &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Rockingham&lt;/span&gt; County Fair Demolition Derby. My family has been involved in Demolition Derbies as long as I can remember, most of my life I guess you could say. My Dad has a huge collection of trophies, mostly 1st place. My brother is following in my Dad's foot steps and has a great collection of trophies, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;a lot&lt;/span&gt; of 1st place. And now starting this year my son was in his first derby in Winchester, Virginia in the north end of the Shenandoah Valley. He placed 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; in his first derby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I said before this has been something in our family which seems like forever. And as I've grown,  it seems the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;demolition&lt;/span&gt; derby popularity has grown too. A long time ago, I would only see country people, rednecks (as my son &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;puts&lt;/span&gt; it) and the families of the drivers. Now just over the past few years, there is a huge variety of people there. All walks of life.  I find that very exciting. We have so much fun at the derbies because it's a family event. And we've also gotten to know other drivers families. I've watched some of the drivers kids grow and that's just fun in itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's some derbies that are horrible. There's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;cheatin&lt;/span&gt;' going on, the officials do not call out anything. And if you have alot of hours on your hands, go to one of these derbies. They are very poorly ran. And they dont seem to care of they have a big audience sitting there waiting, waiting and waiting for things to roll along.  I'm not gonna name which ones they are, but I'm sure if there's any drivers and/or their families reading this....they'll know which ones I'm talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My two absolute favorite derbies are ran by Mangled Metal Productions and Nation-Wide Derby. Their whole crew is just awesome and the announcers....well, they make you feel like you're right down there in the drivers seat. Cheating is not allowed, safety comes first and they always make sure everyone knows we're here just to have fun! Great job everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My point being; next time there's a demolition derby around your area...go to it. It's a cheap family event that is guaranteed to put a smile on your face, an extra thump in your heart and make your hair on the back of your neck stand up. Hows that for fun? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**please note, I do not and have never worked for any of the above businesses.I'm just a derby Mom, derby Sister and derby daughter**&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6401620852325995915-3379936656874136135?l=shenandoahvalleyvirginia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shenandoahvalleyvirginia.blogspot.com/feeds/3379936656874136135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6401620852325995915&amp;postID=3379936656874136135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6401620852325995915/posts/default/3379936656874136135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6401620852325995915/posts/default/3379936656874136135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shenandoahvalleyvirginia.blogspot.com/2008/08/demolition-derbies.html' title='Demolition Derbies'/><author><name>farmerswifederbymom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11075263579814913870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6401620852325995915.post-8470712469335005792</id><published>2008-08-17T00:57:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T01:00:11.813-04:00</updated><title type='text'>How to Have a Good Friendship</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Pray before I speak&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Slip up, pray after I speak&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Plan ahead to avoid calamity&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. Choose the words that fill my mind&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. Choose the words that come from my mouth&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6401620852325995915-8470712469335005792?l=shenandoahvalleyvirginia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shenandoahvalleyvirginia.blogspot.com/feeds/8470712469335005792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6401620852325995915&amp;postID=8470712469335005792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6401620852325995915/posts/default/8470712469335005792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6401620852325995915/posts/default/8470712469335005792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shenandoahvalleyvirginia.blogspot.com/2008/08/how-to-have-good-friendship.html' title='How to Have a Good Friendship'/><author><name>farmerswifederbymom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11075263579814913870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6401620852325995915.post-8651508101230382401</id><published>2008-08-08T12:38:00.012-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T13:30:27.027-04:00</updated><title type='text'>God, creation and....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;In the Daily News Record, here in the beautiful Shenandoah Valley there has been many Letters To The Editor about God, creation, belief in God, etc. You can go online and post your comments. And quite frankly there's just been too much of the letters and comments. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;As a Christian, I don't have to and will not agree with everyone. I am going to take the "Road less traveled". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I read online all the time how you can't force someone to believe in the same thing as someone else does. You're absolutely correct. I can't force you to believe God is our Creator, I can't force you to believe you're only way to Heaven is being saved through the blood of Jesus Christ our Savior. I can't force you to go to a great Bible believing church and participate in different church activities. I really can't force you to do anything. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;A few months ago my Pastor had a sermon about "Empty Christianity". My Pastor is very to the point, no tip toeing around the point. He doesn't make everything sound all nice and gooey. He speaks the truth as it does in the Bible. But here's some points to his sermon (from my notes). In I Corinthians 15:14-21, it describes an "empty Christianity". You basically have no hope, no message, no salvation, every ministry offered is empty, every belief we have is empty, we are false witness, we are fools and our faith is wasted. If Jesus wouldn't have died on the cross for us and rose again...we would have an empty Christianity. BUT He did do all that. So we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; have to play the "what if" game. By the way my daughter loves that game. :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Jesus did do all that. So instead of no hope...we have hope. In I Corinthians 15:58, we are given hope. We can put our faith into accurate scripture, we can proclaim the Gospel and we can have hope in Christianity. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;No, I can't force you to do anything, I can't force you to change your views about God. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;But I can and will plant that seed. I will witness to you, I will pray for you and pray God softens your heart. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I will pray for your salvation. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Romans 10:13  For &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;whosever&lt;/span&gt; shall call upon the name of the Lord shall be saved.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6401620852325995915-8651508101230382401?l=shenandoahvalleyvirginia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shenandoahvalleyvirginia.blogspot.com/feeds/8651508101230382401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6401620852325995915&amp;postID=8651508101230382401' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6401620852325995915/posts/default/8651508101230382401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6401620852325995915/posts/default/8651508101230382401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shenandoahvalleyvirginia.blogspot.com/2008/08/god-creation-and.html' title='God, creation and....'/><author><name>farmerswifederbymom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11075263579814913870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6401620852325995915.post-4412147987191919041</id><published>2008-07-31T19:12:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T14:51:49.473-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='About me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>Canning Tomatoes.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;My daughter and I did our tomato canning today. I love canning and it's special because I'm teaching my daughter something that will be passed down to her daughters and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;granddaugthers&lt;/span&gt;, etc. Just as my family did. And sometimes one of my nieces helps, but she didn't get to this time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;As we were going through the tomatoes, she threw a few out that looked horrible on the outside. So I picked one up,  cut it open and showed her that the inside was perfect. So of course I found this to be a perfect lesson on how to treat others. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Not all people are absolutely beautiful and perfect looking. And even those perfect looking people have flaws. But some people will not have anything to do with "ugly" people. Those people might not be so flattering and beautiful on the outside, but if you get to know that person....their inside is absolutely beautiful. They might be the nicest person you'll ever meet in your life and you will miss out on a special friendship. Because you didn't look on the inside. Just as my daughter may have missed a great tomato because she didn't look on the inside. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6401620852325995915-4412147987191919041?l=shenandoahvalleyvirginia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shenandoahvalleyvirginia.blogspot.com/feeds/4412147987191919041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6401620852325995915&amp;postID=4412147987191919041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6401620852325995915/posts/default/4412147987191919041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6401620852325995915/posts/default/4412147987191919041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shenandoahvalleyvirginia.blogspot.com/2008/07/canning-tomatoes.html' title='Canning Tomatoes.....'/><author><name>farmerswifederbymom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11075263579814913870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6401620852325995915.post-2947942642721544188</id><published>2008-07-25T23:21:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T23:24:48.035-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Kindness.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;We live in the Land of the free, because of the Brave! Remember our  Troops of Yesterday and Today !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kindness is the language the blind can see and the deaf can hear. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-  Mark Twain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;A great example of why we should be kind and patient.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*taken from an email I received&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6401620852325995915-2947942642721544188?l=shenandoahvalleyvirginia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shenandoahvalleyvirginia.blogspot.com/feeds/2947942642721544188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6401620852325995915&amp;postID=2947942642721544188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6401620852325995915/posts/default/2947942642721544188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6401620852325995915/posts/default/2947942642721544188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shenandoahvalleyvirginia.blogspot.com/2008/07/kindness.html' title='Kindness.....'/><author><name>farmerswifederbymom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11075263579814913870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6401620852325995915.post-3482713015668904833</id><published>2008-07-24T15:22:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T14:00:33.276-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='People'/><title type='text'>What's In A Name?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;All of us have several names. I'm not just talking about our first, middle and last names...I'm talking about our other names. Like Mom, Dad, Grandma, Grandpa, Aunt, Uncle, etc. but you get the idea. And in today's world, we even have online names. One of mine is farmerswifederbymom. How does each name define us?  I'm Mom the overprotective Lion, I'm also called the "mean" Mom sometimes, LOL. I'm the "cool" Aunt, and wife. I'm Sunday School teacher, Youth Director and my names go on. So do we bend to be the person that name defines? Or does all those titles fit under one person? I think sometimes we do bend to be one person or the other. Sometimes we cant be all those people. Sure maybe I am all those people all of the time. But when I'm with my kids...I just want to be "Mom". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;It's kind of like when people say when they go home, they want to seperate their work from their home and personal life. When I'm with my husband, spending quiet time with him...I just want to be his wife.When a person is defined by their title or name, much of the time that title is well deserved. My Pastor said we can call him by his first name, last name or Pastor. He said whatever we're comfortable with. But I call him Pastor, because I feel that title is well earned and deserved. I call my Mom...."Mom" because she has definately earned that title, LOL. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;So again I ask....do we bend to be the person that name defines? Or does all those titles fit under one person? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I personally think it's different for each person.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6401620852325995915-3482713015668904833?l=shenandoahvalleyvirginia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shenandoahvalleyvirginia.blogspot.com/feeds/3482713015668904833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6401620852325995915&amp;postID=3482713015668904833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6401620852325995915/posts/default/3482713015668904833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6401620852325995915/posts/default/3482713015668904833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shenandoahvalleyvirginia.blogspot.com/2008/07/whats-in-name.html' title='What&apos;s In A Name?'/><author><name>farmerswifederbymom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11075263579814913870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6401620852325995915.post-145839619768553646</id><published>2008-07-22T13:05:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T14:51:49.474-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='About me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>Growing Too Fast</title><content type='html'>It struck me today, that my kids are growing too fast. My son turned 15 in June and my daughter will turn 8 on Monday. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; feel old, because of their ages and how fast they're growing. I just feel panicked. Think about this, in December my son will get his learners license. Soon after that he'll have his driver's license.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My son has always hung around with his friends, but they are always here and still are. And I love having all the kids here because I know they're safe and what they're up to. But now they're starting to go to the mall, ball games and to lawn parties by themselves (without me). We're a very close family and I think that's why it's so hard on me. Now when my son asks if he can go somewhere with his friends, in my heart I want to say "no, stay home with me", but realistically I have to let him go and grow. We pray that our kids do good in life, grow healthy and strong, stay safe. And most important keep God in their lives even when they grow up, move out and have families of their own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We let our kids grow, instruct them and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;nourish&lt;/span&gt; them....but we also give them their wings. Like my parents, especially my Mom. They were over protective but they gave us wings. They still keep us close to their hearts and under their wings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My kids are everything to me. I pray they grow up to be good Godly young adults. But most of all, I pray God gives me the grace to help me, "let" them grow up. Hug your kids and tell them how much you love them. Before you know it....they'll be on their own!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6401620852325995915-145839619768553646?l=shenandoahvalleyvirginia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shenandoahvalleyvirginia.blogspot.com/feeds/145839619768553646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6401620852325995915&amp;postID=145839619768553646' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6401620852325995915/posts/default/145839619768553646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6401620852325995915/posts/default/145839619768553646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shenandoahvalleyvirginia.blogspot.com/2008/07/growing-too-fast.html' title='Growing Too Fast'/><author><name>farmerswifederbymom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11075263579814913870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6401620852325995915.post-3984800520013056290</id><published>2008-07-21T10:47:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T13:53:43.282-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Favorite blogs and sites'/><title type='text'>A Few Favorite Links</title><content type='html'>Here are just a few of my favorite links in reference to our area, enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.shenandoahmagazine.com/"&gt;www.shenandoahmagazine.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    ~local magazine ran by a close friend and her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;colleague&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.republitarian.com/"&gt;www.republitarian.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    ~blog ran by my cousin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.heritagecenter.com/"&gt;www.heritagecenter.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    ~our local historical society&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mrlib.org/"&gt;www.mrlib.org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     ~our local library main branch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bigboysplaygroundllc.com/"&gt;www.bigboysplaygroundllc.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      ~a great and fun place to be, but expect to get very dirty :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.klinesdairybar.com/"&gt;www.klinesdairybar.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     ~yummy ice cream treats. My two favorites are Banana and Pumpkin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dnronline.com/"&gt;www.dnronline.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     ~our local newspaper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.whsv.com/"&gt;www.whsv.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     ~our local tv station&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rockingham.k12.va.usa/"&gt;www.rockingham.k12.va.usa&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      ~our local schools, if you're ever fortunate enough to move here. Here is the information you&lt;br /&gt;         need for the schools.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6401620852325995915-3984800520013056290?l=shenandoahvalleyvirginia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shenandoahvalleyvirginia.blogspot.com/feeds/3984800520013056290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6401620852325995915&amp;postID=3984800520013056290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6401620852325995915/posts/default/3984800520013056290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6401620852325995915/posts/default/3984800520013056290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shenandoahvalleyvirginia.blogspot.com/2008/07/few-favorite-links.html' title='A Few Favorite Links'/><author><name>farmerswifederbymom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11075263579814913870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6401620852325995915.post-3951794205416162881</id><published>2008-07-19T20:23:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T20:39:16.976-04:00</updated><title type='text'>How Do You See Other People?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;In today's society, where you live, where you work, where you're from, your family surname seem to play a huge role in how other people see you. If you say you live in a trailer park in the mountains. They probably see you as a hick without any brains. If you say you live in a mansion in Malibu, they probably see you as an intelligent person. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Let's say you send your kids to private school, you're most likely considered rich. Because other than a few fee's at the beginning of the year and lunches, public schools are perceived for the not so rich. If you go to church you're considered a nice person, if you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt;...you're considered a bad person. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Homeless people must be lazy, as I've heard &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; say. Illegal immigrants are thieves and druggies. If you hear of a murder in your hometown, you automatically think it's someone of color that committed this horrible crime. If there's a bad wreck on I 81, you automatically assume it's an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;elderly&lt;/span&gt; person that has bad vision or a drunk.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;How about just once we see people for who they REALLY are. That person living in the trailer in the mountains, might enjoy being in the gut of God's country, maybe not needing anything bigger than that trailer. Have you ever sat and asked a homeless person how they got in that position? I have and they all have a heart breaking story. Laziness wasn't apart of their story. Guess what? Thieves, druggies, murderers come in all shape, sizes, color and nationality. There's nice people that don't go to church and there's hateful people that do go to church. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Until you know that person's heart, that persons story...dont judge. Dont put them in front of the firing squad before you get to know them. And if then, you still dont care too much for them....move on. Dont cause trouble, dont judge them, dont be hateful to them and certainly dont put yourself above them. God created all of us in His image. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6401620852325995915-3951794205416162881?l=shenandoahvalleyvirginia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shenandoahvalleyvirginia.blogspot.com/feeds/3951794205416162881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6401620852325995915&amp;postID=3951794205416162881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6401620852325995915/posts/default/3951794205416162881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6401620852325995915/posts/default/3951794205416162881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shenandoahvalleyvirginia.blogspot.com/2008/07/how-do-you-see-other-people.html' title='How Do You See Other People?'/><author><name>farmerswifederbymom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11075263579814913870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6401620852325995915.post-5869909638898514839</id><published>2008-07-18T10:50:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T11:37:04.157-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Swimming Pools In This Area</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I take my kids, nieces, nephews and their friends swimming &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; during the summer. And because I get bored very quickly, I like to switch pools we go to. But I found that we keep going back to one pool. That is Broadway Pool down in Broadway, Virginia. Now keep in mind, I haven't been to all the pools. Here is the pools we have visited this year and past years. Grand Caverns Pool, Grottoes, Virginia, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Timberville&lt;/span&gt; Pool, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Timberville&lt;/span&gt;, Virginia, and West Over pool in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Harrisonburg&lt;/span&gt; . I haven't gotten up to Natural Chimney's pool, but my niece goes up there with her maternal Grandparents and they like it. Now those names are not the "official" names of them, but that's what I call them because of where they're located at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Timberville&lt;/span&gt; pool is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; smaller than most, the floor of the pool is horrible. It's very rough and your feet end up feeling rough and cut when you're done. But they do have diving boards. So the kids seem to like that. They &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; have enough chairs to sit on to take a break, eat, etc. So you end up sitting in an uncomfortable place...dry grass or hard cement. They do have a decent changing area that seems to be kept clean and a decent snack bar, with cool varieties of treats. The Grand Caverns Pool, has went down hill over the past few years. This year was no different. I took a large group up there, without visiting it this summer first. And well, we wont be back. No snack bar, changing area was okay, little if any chairs to sit it, the grass was really dry, hurt your feet to walk from the pool to your blanket area. And no diving boards. I took a bunch of kids up there, most of them love to dive...no diving board.One positive thing is, the pool is a nice size. But I keep in mind...I should have checked first, my bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Westover&lt;/span&gt; Pool in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Harrisonburg&lt;/span&gt;, has &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; more activities, like slides, diving boards, etc. But for me personally it's too big and too crowded. As I've said before, I take &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; of kids and it's nearly impossible for me to keep watch on all of them. In conclusion, I love Broadway Pool. It's very nice, big and has nice diving boards. They have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; of seats, nice snack bar, nice changing area and the floor of the pool is very nice. I cant say the life guards are the friendliest, but I guess they're not there to make friends. All the pools have good prices, so if you want a cheap place to go. And sometimes we pack our lunches, so that helps with cost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Where ever&lt;/span&gt; you go, enjoy your summer, wear sun block and keep everyone safe!! By the way...we're leaving to go swimming now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I do not work for any of the above pools, nor the towns there located in. This is just my opinion on area pools.*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6401620852325995915-5869909638898514839?l=shenandoahvalleyvirginia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shenandoahvalleyvirginia.blogspot.com/feeds/5869909638898514839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6401620852325995915&amp;postID=5869909638898514839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6401620852325995915/posts/default/5869909638898514839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6401620852325995915/posts/default/5869909638898514839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shenandoahvalleyvirginia.blogspot.com/2008/07/swimming-pools-in-this-area.html' title='Swimming Pools In This Area'/><author><name>farmerswifederbymom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11075263579814913870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6401620852325995915.post-6830707528186616860</id><published>2008-07-15T23:11:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T14:51:49.475-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='About me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>Our Veterans Deserve Better</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;In today's Daily News Record, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Harrisonburg&lt;/span&gt;, Virginia. There's an editorial about Vets deserving better medical care. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dnronline.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;www.dnronline.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;These men and women, risked their lives for OUR freedom. They risk their lives, so WE can sit in our comfy house, enjoy satellite &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;tv&lt;/span&gt; and have a nice meal. Whether they fought for 1 day, months, years or never made it home alive. They deserve our respect and thanks. My Dad enlisted to go to Vietnam. He's had some rough years and he has more of those years to come. But he has never once regretted going over there to fight. He fought for our freedom just like other soldiers. When he got back home, he was treated like dirt by hippies and war protesters who had the FREEDOM to stand at the airport and the bus station that Dad arrived at. My Dad and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; of others, fought so those people could have the freedom to do that. Sad but true. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;Veterans need better health care; physical and mental, better benefits in all areas. Each Veteran needs to wake up each day with the medicine he/she needs and not worry about how they're going to have to pay for the next supply of medicine they need, wake up with a place to live and food they need. They need to know if they have a mental break down, (and it's likely to happen) they will get the help they need without all the "red tape". Which lets face it, slows them down for years. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;I have a huge soft spot in my heart for Veterans, but especially homeless Veterans. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Alot&lt;/span&gt; of people send millions of dollars to other countries helping others with food, physical and health needs and other causes these people find. But what about our Veterans? They're here in your community, but you reach over seas to help others. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Don't&lt;/span&gt; get me wrong, I'm not saying stop helping others. Because it is important to help others in need. But our priority should be on those who fought for us. Some people are so against fighting in the war(s) that they wont even look at a soldier. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;This world is hard enough. And the government and some people, treat soldiers as if they have a skunk attached to them. Come on people, our Veterans stood up and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;fought&lt;/span&gt; for us, we owe them so and we can never repay them. Their service was invaluable and without their service, I may not be able to sit here and type all this or wear the clothes I want. I might not be able to go to the church of my choice or choose what religion they want. Next time you see a Veteran or active Soldier, shake their hand and thank them for serving our country. And Thanks Dad!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6401620852325995915-6830707528186616860?l=shenandoahvalleyvirginia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shenandoahvalleyvirginia.blogspot.com/feeds/6830707528186616860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6401620852325995915&amp;postID=6830707528186616860' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6401620852325995915/posts/default/6830707528186616860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6401620852325995915/posts/default/6830707528186616860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shenandoahvalleyvirginia.blogspot.com/2008/07/our-veterans-deserve-better.html' title='Our Veterans Deserve Better'/><author><name>farmerswifederbymom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11075263579814913870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6401620852325995915.post-1423767989429004052</id><published>2008-07-12T22:16:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T14:03:57.604-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My kids'/><title type='text'>Drive-in Movies</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330099;"&gt;My son, cousin and their friends went to the Valley Mall free movie drive-in this evening. And it brought back cherished memories. My parents used to take us all the time. I used to love it. And then when my son was little, we used to take him back to West Virginia because as far as I know that was the only drive-in movies open close by. But I think that shut down a few years later. Not 100% positive about that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#330099;"&gt;We used to love taking him too. I love the little food stands that you walked over to, the smell of fresh popcorn and the night air. Everything was wonderful. I dont even think it mattered how good the movie was. It was just fun being there. Seeing your friends and family who were sure to be there too. I wish someone would open one here during the warm months. Tighter security of course. When I was little you just didn't worry about all that. My how times have changed. I'm not even that old, but things have changed dramatically. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#330099;"&gt;Anyway, I hope they enjoy the movie and make more memories. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6401620852325995915-1423767989429004052?l=shenandoahvalleyvirginia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shenandoahvalleyvirginia.blogspot.com/feeds/1423767989429004052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6401620852325995915&amp;postID=1423767989429004052' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6401620852325995915/posts/default/1423767989429004052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6401620852325995915/posts/default/1423767989429004052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shenandoahvalleyvirginia.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-son-cousin-and-their-friends-went-to.html' title='Drive-in Movies'/><author><name>farmerswifederbymom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11075263579814913870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6401620852325995915.post-782551838862471410</id><published>2008-07-12T15:58:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T14:51:49.476-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='About me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>The Story Tellers</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;My Granddaddy Rhodes used to sit with us on his front porch and tell us all kinds of stories. Not stories you read out of a book. But stories about his life, his parents, grandparents, etc. When we were growing up, like most kids we wanted to go climb a tree or ride bikes, instead of sitting there listening to old stories...some about people we never met. But most of the time we did listen. I think he thought we weren't listening because under his breath he'd say things like "well, if you're not gonna listen or I guess you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; care to hear about your family."  Truth is, I was listening, I just couldn't sit still long enough to listen...I still cant. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;I love to hear stories about our family. Honestly about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;anyone's&lt;/span&gt; family. That's one reason why I became a Professional Genealogist. My son says it's because I'm nosey, but I guess it goes with the territory. I want to know everything about everyone, especially about your family. If you meet me, I'm gonna ask you about you and your family clear back as far as you know and where they're from. I want to hear your family story. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Think about this; it's important that at this moment you be the story teller. Just as you parents were, just as your grandparents were and so on. You're kids, nieces, nephews, etc. will act like they're not listening. And some might not be, but most will be listening in their own way. Most will go to school and tell their friends the story, they might even write a report about it. Once you have the stories in their heads, they &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; forget them. They'll grow up and tell their kids and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;grand kids&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;This is how your family legacy is kept alive. You &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; have to come from a famous family and your family doesn't have to be rich. The stories that keep your family going, are exactly that....stories that kept your family together, that got your family through hard times, memories your family  made during good times and bad. It's especially fun for a kid, when they hear about the family member they act like. I tell my niece (brother's little girl) and my kids about my brother growing up, and they hoot, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;holler&lt;/span&gt; and laugh. My son acts exactly like my brother, so he's especially curious with all the stories. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Keeping your stories alive, is keeping your family history alive. Once they are no longer told, your family history disappears. After a few generations...the gap is so wide and the stories no longer can be told. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Be the storyteller in your family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6401620852325995915-782551838862471410?l=shenandoahvalleyvirginia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shenandoahvalleyvirginia.blogspot.com/feeds/782551838862471410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6401620852325995915&amp;postID=782551838862471410' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6401620852325995915/posts/default/782551838862471410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6401620852325995915/posts/default/782551838862471410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shenandoahvalleyvirginia.blogspot.com/2008/07/story-tellers.html' title='The Story Tellers'/><author><name>farmerswifederbymom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11075263579814913870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6401620852325995915.post-4700337308126277504</id><published>2008-07-07T14:44:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T14:51:49.477-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='About me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>Parental Forgiveness</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So many times other kids hurt your own kids and it seems that the parents have a harder time&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;forgiving the other kid, than your own kid does. I know I do. I know if other kids hurt my kids, forgiveness and forgetting is a long way off. But how are we to teach our kids forgiveness, when our own hearts &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; follow that rule at times?  And can a parent &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;truly&lt;/span&gt; ever forgive someone that hurt their kids? As a mother, I find it quite hard at times to do this. Like my Mom, I've always been super over protective of my kids. Even now, my brother, sister and I are all grown up and she's still the same way. I'm not complaining, just stating a fact. So because of our love and strength for our kids, it's hard. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I found that I do eventually forgive. I just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; trust that kid(s) enough to allow my kids with that person(s). Trust me, I've been tested during last school year. So I did learn...I do forgive, I just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; trust anymore. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So what if my kids hurt someone? And their parents react like I would. How do I deal with that? Well, I pray that those kids will forgive my kids eventually. But I have to remember that their parents will have the same "trust" issues as I do. So I try (key word being try) to remember that they need time too. And I try not to let my anger set in too deep. Eventually, it all works out in God's time. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As parents we need to remember to forgive those who hurt our precious gifts from God. But we also need to be patient with other parents. In our lifetimes, we will be hurt, we'll actually be hurt &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt;. And we will also hurt others, maybe a lot too. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6401620852325995915-4700337308126277504?l=shenandoahvalleyvirginia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shenandoahvalleyvirginia.blogspot.com/feeds/4700337308126277504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6401620852325995915&amp;postID=4700337308126277504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6401620852325995915/posts/default/4700337308126277504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6401620852325995915/posts/default/4700337308126277504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shenandoahvalleyvirginia.blogspot.com/2008/07/parental-forgiveness.html' title='Parental Forgiveness'/><author><name>farmerswifederbymom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11075263579814913870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6401620852325995915.post-764275503158750958</id><published>2008-07-04T17:15:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T17:40:21.718-04:00</updated><title type='text'>To Our Youth</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Don't let others influence you, be an influence to them"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6401620852325995915-764275503158750958?l=shenandoahvalleyvirginia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shenandoahvalleyvirginia.blogspot.com/feeds/764275503158750958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6401620852325995915&amp;postID=764275503158750958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6401620852325995915/posts/default/764275503158750958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6401620852325995915/posts/default/764275503158750958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shenandoahvalleyvirginia.blogspot.com/2008/07/to-our-youth.html' title='To Our Youth'/><author><name>farmerswifederbymom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11075263579814913870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6401620852325995915.post-4405203501678103811</id><published>2008-07-02T16:49:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T17:19:38.386-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My drive today</title><content type='html'>Now a days with gas prices so high, I only go where necessary. But when I do go, I always check out the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;scenery. Since I was born and able to comprehend things. My parents, grandparents and aunts &amp;amp; uncles have always stressed how important it was to enjoy God's beautiful earth. Where we live, we're surrounded by mountains. Everywhere you look there are mountains. We grew up with stories on how the mountains protect us, but especially how beautiful they are. Everyday we would go out and my family would point out how beautiful everything was. We could look at the same thing every single day, but they always pointed out the beauty. Especially my Mom. She was very persistant that we appreciate what God created. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;So of course now, I do the same thing with my kids,  cousins, nieces and nephews. Where we live, we have a complete view of the mountains, absolutely breath taking to wake up to. And when we go everyday I make sure the kids look at the beautiful mountains. And it's so amazing that each day the mountains look different. Sometimes they look bigger, smaller, darker, taller, etc. But each day my kids and I take the time to admire what God created, just as I was taught. And I pray that my kids will do the same with their kids. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;I can remember on several trips to Florida. I love Florida, I love the beach....but I was so happy to see our mountains when we hit Virginia. And I thank  God everyday for giving me the grace to live in our beautiful area. Even if you dont live here....learn to appreciate what God created. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6401620852325995915-4405203501678103811?l=shenandoahvalleyvirginia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shenandoahvalleyvirginia.blogspot.com/feeds/4405203501678103811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6401620852325995915&amp;postID=4405203501678103811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6401620852325995915/posts/default/4405203501678103811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6401620852325995915/posts/default/4405203501678103811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shenandoahvalleyvirginia.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-drive-today.html' title='My drive today'/><author><name>farmerswifederbymom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11075263579814913870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6401620852325995915.post-4537688273580060907</id><published>2008-06-22T21:28:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T13:52:01.147-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Storms'/><title type='text'>Storms in the Valley</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#990000;"&gt;We live in the western part of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Rockingham&lt;/span&gt; County, Virginia. And over the past few years our thunderstorms and lightning storms have increased dramatically. And just over the past few days we've had storm after storm. Yesterday it started storming around 1:30 P.M. EST and it didn't stop until about 6:P.M. and that was constant rolling thunder and lightning. It took a couple hour break and started again after we had gone to bed. But this time it was worst. I had almost started thinking a tornado might be headed our way. These aren't whimpy storms. These are almost deadly and scary storms. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#990000;"&gt;Today brought the same activity. After church it stormed for about 3 to 4  hours and it stopped. But now as I type this I hear thunder rolling in. I love storms and I love watching them. But for the past few years, we've had storms that have actually scared me. I've always taught my kids to be safe around storms and take cover. They've always been given all the safety instructions for all the weather that may come our way. But also not to be afraid of the storms. Lately that's hard to live by, when they [storms] get scarier each year. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#990000;"&gt;So I'm wondering where are these storms coming from and why are they getting worst? I have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;a lot&lt;/span&gt; of family in Missouri, usually I watch their weather online. If they have storms coming, I know we have storms coming. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#990000;"&gt;What do you think? Some say it's Biblical and some will say it's scientific.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6401620852325995915-4537688273580060907?l=shenandoahvalleyvirginia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shenandoahvalleyvirginia.blogspot.com/feeds/4537688273580060907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6401620852325995915&amp;postID=4537688273580060907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6401620852325995915/posts/default/4537688273580060907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6401620852325995915/posts/default/4537688273580060907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shenandoahvalleyvirginia.blogspot.com/2008/06/storms-in-valley.html' title='Storms in the Valley'/><author><name>farmerswifederbymom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11075263579814913870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6401620852325995915.post-6282710502070133742</id><published>2008-06-08T18:00:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T19:12:37.479-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Are we the next big city?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Down here in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Rockingham&lt;/span&gt; County and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Harrisonburg&lt;/span&gt; City, Virginia. We're not a real big city, but &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;we are growing. When the college kids leave for the summer that promotes a sigh of relief if only for a few short months. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I have family all over the United States. When out of town family comes to visit, they're amazed with our area. They love everything about it. They even call our area a "small town". I have to laugh because it's not small to me anymore. It's growing quickly, even when the college kids aren't here. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Alot&lt;/span&gt; of people in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Harrisonburg&lt;/span&gt; welcome the growth and then &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; of other people criticize the city of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Harrisonburg&lt;/span&gt; for trying to grow too much too fast. I feel we are growing too fast and too big. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; want to look or be like Northern Virginia or Richmond.  I have family in both places. I know what it's like. My husband drives truck up there, he doesn't enjoy it too much. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Don't&lt;/span&gt; get me wrong there's plenty of nice people up there in Northern Virginia and  down in Richmond. But both areas are congested and too many people. I dont live in the city area, I live out in the country. But I have to deal with the city everyday. It's not fun. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;So &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Harrisonburg&lt;/span&gt; please stop the growth. If it's for the money, find other ways to make money. If it's for the honor and glory of being "big"....our area is filled with honor and glory. Check out our history, we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; need help in that area. Check out our mountains, we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; need help in that area. Check out our beautiful towns and our country side. We have so much to offer. Good food, great people and absolute beauty!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6401620852325995915-6282710502070133742?l=shenandoahvalleyvirginia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shenandoahvalleyvirginia.blogspot.com/feeds/6282710502070133742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6401620852325995915&amp;postID=6282710502070133742' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6401620852325995915/posts/default/6282710502070133742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6401620852325995915/posts/default/6282710502070133742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shenandoahvalleyvirginia.blogspot.com/2008/06/are-we-next-big-city.html' title='Are we the next big city?'/><author><name>farmerswifederbymom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11075263579814913870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6401620852325995915.post-4417648916615895158</id><published>2008-06-07T21:18:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T21:43:35.212-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Still Undecided?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I have to say, I'm still undecided about who to vote for in November for President. I've been a Republican forever. But the caos that this country is in, even down to a county level. I'm afraid to vote for Republicans. My mind is leading towards one side as of now, but with lots of prayer I'll see where God and my heart leads me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;This year are you gonna vote on the party you always vote for, lean the other way or what are your plans?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6401620852325995915-4417648916615895158?l=shenandoahvalleyvirginia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shenandoahvalleyvirginia.blogspot.com/feeds/4417648916615895158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6401620852325995915&amp;postID=4417648916615895158' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6401620852325995915/posts/default/4417648916615895158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6401620852325995915/posts/default/4417648916615895158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shenandoahvalleyvirginia.blogspot.com/2008/06/still-undecided.html' title='Still Undecided?'/><author><name>farmerswifederbymom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11075263579814913870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6401620852325995915.post-7199350356393869627</id><published>2008-05-26T21:57:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T14:51:49.478-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='About me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>Family in the Shenandoah Valley</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;I was born and raised in Rockingham County, in the Heart of the Shenandoah Valley. It's beauty is overwhelming and the people here are kind and courteous. If we wave to ya, dont get worried or scared, there's no hidden agenda. Just wave back!  Most families live all of the United States, only seeing eachother maybe once a year. They visit eachother through phone calls, email and now a days, blogs. But in this area alot of families and their immediate family stay right here. We are a very family oriented. God, church, family and friends are all on the top of our lists. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;Tell me about your wonderful experiences of living here, being raised here or visiting here. I challenge you today to find something in this area that you've never visited or experienced and go out and enjoy it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cvQ8H7mGChA/SDtwykEUf_I/AAAAAAAAAAs/_M4TyViaGtI/s1600-h/Shenandoah+Mountain+.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204877808334307314" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cvQ8H7mGChA/SDtwykEUf_I/AAAAAAAAAAs/_M4TyViaGtI/s320/Shenandoah+Mountain+.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6401620852325995915-7199350356393869627?l=shenandoahvalleyvirginia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shenandoahvalleyvirginia.blogspot.com/feeds/7199350356393869627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6401620852325995915&amp;postID=7199350356393869627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6401620852325995915/posts/default/7199350356393869627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6401620852325995915/posts/default/7199350356393869627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shenandoahvalleyvirginia.blogspot.com/2008/05/family-in-shenandoah-valley.html' title='Family in the Shenandoah Valley'/><author><name>farmerswifederbymom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11075263579814913870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cvQ8H7mGChA/SDtwykEUf_I/AAAAAAAAAAs/_M4TyViaGtI/s72-c/Shenandoah+Mountain+.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
