tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-93971162024-03-07T05:58:36.187-08:00Mr. & Mrs. LaddNo greater joy than to be loved and cherished by your best friend.MissionsAngelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07502372028064702599noreply@blogger.comBlogger188125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9397116.post-49003515413533624002010-08-04T19:53:00.000-07:002010-08-04T19:55:13.571-07:00Take my Son.....A wealthy man and his son loved to collect rare works of art. They had everything in their collection, from Picasso to Raphael. They would often sit together and admire the great works of art.. <br />When the Vietnam conflict broke out, the son went to war. He was very courageous and died in battle while rescuing another soldier. The father was notified and grieved deeply for his only son.<br /> About a month later, just before Christmas, There was a knock at the door. A young man stood at the door with a large package in his hands.. He said, 'Sir, you don't know me, but I am the soldier for whom your son gave his life. He saved many lives that day, and he was carrying me to safety when a bullet struck him in the heart and he died instantly... He often talked about you, and your love for art.' The young man held out this package. 'I know this isn't much. I'm not really a great artist, but I think your son would have wanted you to have this.' The father Opened the package. It was a portrait of his son, painted by the young man. He stared in awe at the way the soldier had captured the personality of his son in the painting. The father was so drawn to the eyes that his own eyes welled up with tears. He thanked the young man and offered to pay him for the picture.. 'Oh, no sir, I could never repay what your son did for me. It's a gift.' <br />The father hung the portrait over his mantle. Every time visitors came to his home he took them to see the portrait of his son before he showed them any of the other great works he had collected. <br />The man died a few months later. There was to be a great auction of his paintings. Many influential people gathered, excited over seeing the great paintings and having an opportunity to purchase one for their collection. On the platform sat the painting of the son. The auctioneer pounded his gavel. 'We will start the bidding with this picture of the son. Who will bid for this picture?' <br />There was silence... <br /> Then a voice in the back of the room shouted, 'We want to see the famous paintings. Skip this one.' <br />But the auctioneer persisted. 'Will somebody bid for this painting? Who will start the bidding? $100, $200?' <br />Another voice angrily. 'We didn't come to see this painting. We came to see the Van Gogh's, the Rembrandts. Get on with the Real bids!' <br /> But still the auctioneer continued. 'The son! The son! Who'll take the son?' <br />Finally, a voice came from the very back of the room. It was the longtime gardener of the man and his son. 'I'll give $10 for the painting...' Being a poor man, it was all he could afford. <br />'We have $10, who will bid $20?' <br /> 'Give it to him for $10. Let's see the masters.' <br />The crowd was becoming angry. They didn't want the picture of the son. <br />They wanted the more worthy investments for their collections. <br />The auctioneer pounded the gavel.. 'Going once, twice, SOLD for $10!' <br />A man sitting on the second row shouted, 'Now let's get on with the collection!' <br />The auctioneer laid down his gavel. 'I'm sorry, the auction is over.' <br />'What about the paintings?' <br />'I am sorry. When I was called to conduct this auction, I was told of a secret stipulation in the will... I was not allowed to reveal that stipulation until this time. Only the painting of the son would be auctioned. Whoever bought that painting would inherit the entire estate, including the paintings. <br />The man who took the son gets everything!' <br /><br />God gave His son 2,000 years ago to die on the cross. Much like the auctioneer, His message today is: 'The son, the son, who'll take the son?' <br />Because, you see, whoever takes the Son gets everything. <br />FOR GOD SO LOVED THE WORLD HE GAVE HIS ONLY BEGOTTEN SON, WHO SO EVER BELIEVETH, SHALL HAVE ETERNAL LIFE...THAT'S LOVEMissionsAngelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07502372028064702599noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9397116.post-91595371292210383412010-02-01T15:36:00.001-08:002010-02-01T15:42:06.371-08:00Deputy Do Right & Miss Sunshine 2010<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8BpOUVJ_Gm92Of3gf8-j-mDtq9HrTxFNm-YYSsrH8wEPgvgVRgz2woNvCSmx7VNgZYoXWnkgxzu23_QNy_CcxR8q4Ju8P7nE_wfKBykVDcKs5xOx4xSqy9iqkO2bAOeqTAfVe/s1600-h/IMG_4413.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433424190367484258" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8BpOUVJ_Gm92Of3gf8-j-mDtq9HrTxFNm-YYSsrH8wEPgvgVRgz2woNvCSmx7VNgZYoXWnkgxzu23_QNy_CcxR8q4Ju8P7nE_wfKBykVDcKs5xOx4xSqy9iqkO2bAOeqTAfVe/s320/IMG_4413.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbqT7wQkCSQCAaM3F6fWjJDVWL8138o2m4cVpfmZ9o-rQIJyvZnxPGUXgHPTG1YAH0Gc7t74SYkIYIZomzKfZVVU3ZQWCqbqtC3giQV5OmmVxVBLXvnnp8n__ZtN3k9B-6nw06/s1600-h/IMG_4404.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433424182968787794" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbqT7wQkCSQCAaM3F6fWjJDVWL8138o2m4cVpfmZ9o-rQIJyvZnxPGUXgHPTG1YAH0Gc7t74SYkIYIZomzKfZVVU3ZQWCqbqtC3giQV5OmmVxVBLXvnnp8n__ZtN3k9B-6nw06/s320/IMG_4404.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div>2010 has already been quite a year! Revival with Bro Zach and Sis Tiffaney Wells, and Caitrin =), our car getting fixed, my good friend coming back home and his beautiful wife getting the Holy Ghost, and us becoming the new Xtreme Team Directors. The Lord gives and takes away, but BLESSED be HIS NAME!!!! </div></div>MissionsAngelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07502372028064702599noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9397116.post-60736310576369146592010-01-07T13:41:00.000-08:002010-01-29T15:47:11.475-08:00The gift of LOVE!-How often do we overlook such a priceless opportunity<span class="Apple-style-span" style=" border-collapse: collapse; font-family:arial, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"><blockquote type="cite"><div text="#34260c" bg style="font-size: 12pt; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; color: rgb(52, 38, 12); background-repeat: repeat; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; color:#edd6ad;"><table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="100%" border="0" style="text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td valign="top" width="100%" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; direction: ltr; "><div style="font-family: Arial; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF9900;">The story goes that some time ago a mother punished her<br />Five year old daughter for wasting a roll of expensive<br />Gold wrapping paper. Money was tight and she became even<br />More upset when the child used the gold paper to<br />Decorate a box to put under the Christmas tree.<br /><br /> Nevertheless, the little girl brought the gift box to<br />Her mother the next morning and then said, 'This is for<br />You, Momma.'<br /><br /> The mother was embarrassed by her earlier over reaction,<br />But her anger flared again when she opened the box and<br />Found it was empty. She spoke to her daughter in a harsh<br />Manner.<br /><br /> 'Don't you know, young lady, when you give someone a<br />Present there's supposed to be something inside the<br />Package?'<br /><br /> She had tears in her eyes and said, 'Oh, Momma, it's not<br />Empty! I blew kisses into it until it was full.'<br /><br /> The mother was crushed. She fell on her knees and put<br />Her arms around her little girl, and she begged her<br />Forgiveness for her thoughtless anger.<br /><br /> An accident took the life of the child only a short time<br />Later, and it is told that the mother kept that gold box<br />By her bed for all the years of her life.<br /><br /> Whenever she was discouraged or faced difficult problems<br />She would open the box and take out an imaginary kiss<br />And remember the love of the child who had put it there.<br /></span></div></td></tr></tbody></table></div></blockquote></span>MissionsAngelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07502372028064702599noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9397116.post-53750253075783113582009-10-06T17:13:00.000-07:002009-10-06T17:18:30.810-07:00Sometimes it pays to be sick =)<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkBhp_172lPBnp1xelmsmX3IbAzWs8MJlT1kPnJ4GQMibGwQO_79VU4aRwbn7bw2lkVUnl0vocuHN43OpjEm2XUqXgkh5TRxvo32gP7mJH3a-PCDTcr-7YGJ7XtAttr67wUwo7/s1600-h/1005091327.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkBhp_172lPBnp1xelmsmX3IbAzWs8MJlT1kPnJ4GQMibGwQO_79VU4aRwbn7bw2lkVUnl0vocuHN43OpjEm2XUqXgkh5TRxvo32gP7mJH3a-PCDTcr-7YGJ7XtAttr67wUwo7/s320/1005091327.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389645504690052786" /></a><br /><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;">Joey bought me these beautiful flowers when I wasn't feeling well this weekend. When I woke up, there they were on the bed. What a great, thoughtful, the most precious husband ever. </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC0000;">I love you babe</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;">.</span></span></i>MissionsAngelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07502372028064702599noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9397116.post-74208679841857476442009-09-21T10:22:00.000-07:002009-09-21T10:36:37.933-07:00Why there were no gyms in the 50s and 60s!Who needed 24 hour fitness with this kind of excersise! <p></p><p>Come on Pentecostals, we can't let them out dance us!!!! </p><br /><p><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dzMNEsmVz141xkF7ZGqVrez6jBTn6UHc67dPzgfIZdygOSYT8nnZSL1fRhaqrAG_3aJS2jQBxOLVnA' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></p><p></p>MissionsAngelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07502372028064702599noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9397116.post-82683290977932253232009-09-18T15:33:00.000-07:002009-09-19T16:58:10.950-07:00Our sweet little home!<div align="center">Below are a few of the before and after photos of our little home! </div><br /><div align="center">Thank you to all who made it possible to look so beautiful!<br /></div><br /><p align="center">Kitchen Before <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9W_U7RHx6dWy_GelfYthTfDb-RT2LcJExIc1qzDM-H8lzJFdNPHOvEFTmeOBq6pOQP_IXN8oZq5v-iOY9RLVIf1CefO2i7DFP-BDiqz5Mh9OYwUx4J7Na-FSTe8ma0U-jCchG/s1600-h/before+kitchen.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382944490815689074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9W_U7RHx6dWy_GelfYthTfDb-RT2LcJExIc1qzDM-H8lzJFdNPHOvEFTmeOBq6pOQP_IXN8oZq5v-iOY9RLVIf1CefO2i7DFP-BDiqz5Mh9OYwUx4J7Na-FSTe8ma0U-jCchG/s320/before+kitchen.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />After<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrAGKK2RMtriatsmlRXl4q8hr87QVcFsvzWtVU7croEcMa1VsjBfRq64J2OGw79cENhEQo0T5fu2XTVwDQlVmTobd-m2nVmWPqONO0FcrNPw8sFRkz5iQA-Rh5Bg3fRnmRWghM/s1600-h/living+to+kitchen.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382944483397789858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrAGKK2RMtriatsmlRXl4q8hr87QVcFsvzWtVU7croEcMa1VsjBfRq64J2OGw79cENhEQo0T5fu2XTVwDQlVmTobd-m2nVmWPqONO0FcrNPw8sFRkz5iQA-Rh5Bg3fRnmRWghM/s320/living+to+kitchen.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Master Before<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2QF7zotaFfwB92ZHMlDFmZ-EjGNd1zA2zfa8kVypAO9nKk5ZZzjIqKNIz6ol0etVPpj_CMZnNv8NYevugLuWQaIUn8w48ZDsiVCQH1nBtqkECaHi6e5UfRK-09bmPvGmZuoky/s1600-h/before+bed.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382943868156573010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2QF7zotaFfwB92ZHMlDFmZ-EjGNd1zA2zfa8kVypAO9nKk5ZZzjIqKNIz6ol0etVPpj_CMZnNv8NYevugLuWQaIUn8w48ZDsiVCQH1nBtqkECaHi6e5UfRK-09bmPvGmZuoky/s320/before+bed.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br />After <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1P47yliSrjHudfh2Fo1mKI0c-0lXMLBMtUo0cNv1WM5GliffN8bTxPiLDDTtkenQKy-bQ3m5NmPrz4faefN42QPbVjhAZ9_TodH43rpe_LhxNtZMJvPwqD-Eldky5xNxCpIn7/s1600-h/bed.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382943878389011938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1P47yliSrjHudfh2Fo1mKI0c-0lXMLBMtUo0cNv1WM5GliffN8bTxPiLDDTtkenQKy-bQ3m5NmPrz4faefN42QPbVjhAZ9_TodH43rpe_LhxNtZMJvPwqD-Eldky5xNxCpIn7/s320/bed.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><br /><div align="center"><br />Living Room Before<br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirca1b2xd3tbTKZoEmDvKTSfD4eeN4pd9sknRdKgXMMbU_6z2zzgQbvkTQUU25pEpaZNUK0PVEfoNsff_tUtLhKR5ecdwsCfTnsx2FmYSThQpTxYkhtnsmoYVTj0y4GdwumZLQ/s1600-h/before+living.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382945622676485090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirca1b2xd3tbTKZoEmDvKTSfD4eeN4pd9sknRdKgXMMbU_6z2zzgQbvkTQUU25pEpaZNUK0PVEfoNsff_tUtLhKR5ecdwsCfTnsx2FmYSThQpTxYkhtnsmoYVTj0y4GdwumZLQ/s320/before+living.jpg" border="0" /><br /><p align="center"></a></p><p align="center">After<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbdyPktdiUjiD8mv74v-ALThJxOkblSd-3bcpHZh-AoTIZE0mOQrWCUd29F-a1GSrGjogGjhJASKwaPKqFLMhP0aRfufu2dmkP3WHVs7wlAxIvS6Y-C4wE5jRgd9cUs-ryiMSc/s1600-h/kitchen+to+living.jpg"></p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382945618160235538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbdyPktdiUjiD8mv74v-ALThJxOkblSd-3bcpHZh-AoTIZE0mOQrWCUd29F-a1GSrGjogGjhJASKwaPKqFLMhP0aRfufu2dmkP3WHVs7wlAxIvS6Y-C4wE5jRgd9cUs-ryiMSc/s320/kitchen+to+living.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj03sgkMIKPVnp5PFQES4sd9OJGjRynpOysL_u_wLTAPwfzFxq5DjLy5saryhE8xzulrP9La_63pM5k8KbyMwQTMAheip32SYSsb_Ds4v_rg4tEYYXe5RJYQZEQPDUoynsLBolE/s1600-h/hall+to+living+room.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382947872123102834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj03sgkMIKPVnp5PFQES4sd9OJGjRynpOysL_u_wLTAPwfzFxq5DjLy5saryhE8xzulrP9La_63pM5k8KbyMwQTMAheip32SYSsb_Ds4v_rg4tEYYXe5RJYQZEQPDUoynsLBolE/s320/hall+to+living+room.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><br /></div><span style="font-size:78%;">Mindy, Anna, Mum (Tina), Angie, Marm, Grandma, and all those who had their hands in decorating and rearranging: Had to move the couch around so that there was an access to the front door, but I <u>loved</u> what you did</span>!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"></div>MissionsAngelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07502372028064702599noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9397116.post-20772579167386929982009-09-18T14:04:00.000-07:002009-09-21T10:22:08.084-07:00Cookie Night @ Angel's!!!<div align="center">These girls are crazy!!! We had a wonderful time, last night making sugar cookies! You would assume from the photos that there is more flour and laughter flying through the air than the smell of cookies, that assumption would be correct! Oh and did I mention they were rocking out to Christmas music??!!</div><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4D5hphrgbCLl2r3O8dIV4kvdaxE_Gq-PY8G-PRgSYnAwMDDR2XqKM8tTMF-6k7RGgmy7ig73q1KM93LNkOEaeL0Of1xHl0YR_h90KRt-WHK_10qZa5flupy3xMZz_S4PqxoGz/s1600-h/DSCF0345.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382918592954531058" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4D5hphrgbCLl2r3O8dIV4kvdaxE_Gq-PY8G-PRgSYnAwMDDR2XqKM8tTMF-6k7RGgmy7ig73q1KM93LNkOEaeL0Of1xHl0YR_h90KRt-WHK_10qZa5flupy3xMZz_S4PqxoGz/s320/DSCF0345.JPG" /> <p align="center"></a>This is the first time these girls have ever made cookies, aren't they the cutest?! </p><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgE7ZuCJ0MleT4KZFEBoxvrVHdl7FNhFbqQMN2Xv-YujCC1dahLgzy-rSU8ZUwxDR-VwFwcMPWvmEussTDkdhoB7WGF2ScJHEEmZDc8k2HzVsvxuXeO0-aDC80xlRpmKtzKUQ9Q/s1600-h/DSCF0344.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382918581730023826" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgE7ZuCJ0MleT4KZFEBoxvrVHdl7FNhFbqQMN2Xv-YujCC1dahLgzy-rSU8ZUwxDR-VwFwcMPWvmEussTDkdhoB7WGF2ScJHEEmZDc8k2HzVsvxuXeO0-aDC80xlRpmKtzKUQ9Q/s320/DSCF0344.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEga-Pr97NWDKN3d2WCxWyqRcXYb2mbYBjmwDB4qI8Z0KNGpgpMC7CW0sW7ctR4Cq4BAIfkAiZEI0BhFvZblYXwYzDNRnbzgk_AwPOPYnRINvrgTGRzxljvw6HkZv4asX2ga7Wbv/s1600-h/DSCF0341.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382918580930051490" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEga-Pr97NWDKN3d2WCxWyqRcXYb2mbYBjmwDB4qI8Z0KNGpgpMC7CW0sW7ctR4Cq4BAIfkAiZEI0BhFvZblYXwYzDNRnbzgk_AwPOPYnRINvrgTGRzxljvw6HkZv4asX2ga7Wbv/s320/DSCF0341.JPG" /></a>AH Lexi, having fun??!!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4M1RfCXgq6Y32JRr4cuSgtQ3vv6N-3iIivWkoDV8o4f_6349GcSpoXsrQeBLfck9oWfX4p4vv5VeX0T2z5eJhj0QWfFlGKKBHGgxQvOQtWscCmBt8KWPMz5d_z7VwdO0ThOrR/s1600-h/DSCF0335.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382918565385970434" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4M1RfCXgq6Y32JRr4cuSgtQ3vv6N-3iIivWkoDV8o4f_6349GcSpoXsrQeBLfck9oWfX4p4vv5VeX0T2z5eJhj0QWfFlGKKBHGgxQvOQtWscCmBt8KWPMz5d_z7VwdO0ThOrR/s320/DSCF0335.JPG" /></a><br />COOKIES!!!!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8INyTUxMNf7bwWXDh_Cm35UJza9qlhgQhkzJVuhGOFV0jqJLahK_Wb6a2I7S5AmveC8f40kuJ9Vu-_XoX9kZgfVUwMXozfUtvu7R-hvjcqBQMuStLbLdk7maubNYVz0LFKWPn/s1600-h/tam+n+lex.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383971831934127474" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8INyTUxMNf7bwWXDh_Cm35UJza9qlhgQhkzJVuhGOFV0jqJLahK_Wb6a2I7S5AmveC8f40kuJ9Vu-_XoX9kZgfVUwMXozfUtvu7R-hvjcqBQMuStLbLdk7maubNYVz0LFKWPn/s320/tam+n+lex.jpg" /></a> Tam n Lexi<br /></p><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6Svre_gFWpU-vODxHOqpECNlAUbiNosvZZUl2_ZhZyBcExwOlEq5jIQbsPomt49jpCTv9dR_8AQXFslFnjZakc8Wj7kYH2JDHgTmk1QNejRibfAQsihGciO798nm6GVztjtVo/s1600-h/dakota+n+lex.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383971826886340338" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6Svre_gFWpU-vODxHOqpECNlAUbiNosvZZUl2_ZhZyBcExwOlEq5jIQbsPomt49jpCTv9dR_8AQXFslFnjZakc8Wj7kYH2JDHgTmk1QNejRibfAQsihGciO798nm6GVztjtVo/s320/dakota+n+lex.jpg" /></a> Lexi n Dakota<br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /></div>MissionsAngelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07502372028064702599noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9397116.post-16074084441019684352009-09-09T21:24:00.000-07:002009-09-09T21:27:59.853-07:00A family wedding portrait<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3cmoJy_WFZFtBve4_QHeUrWXnCFhbqb7ZfaVlE8aYb2tfZ_pBgen1ZUAzGUVW609IIKRftJ2BCFLitseguZs-8TIFRkJ_DSJBiE3JLFSIt07BjY0BqLbvpbx07_m3eaMxFYgd/s1600-h/chris_fam.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 255px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3cmoJy_WFZFtBve4_QHeUrWXnCFhbqb7ZfaVlE8aYb2tfZ_pBgen1ZUAzGUVW609IIKRftJ2BCFLitseguZs-8TIFRkJ_DSJBiE3JLFSIt07BjY0BqLbvpbx07_m3eaMxFYgd/s320/chris_fam.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379690693869830018" /></a>MissionsAngelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07502372028064702599noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9397116.post-89029684504347431002009-08-04T23:07:00.000-07:002009-08-04T23:11:41.095-07:00May 21st, 2009, My dream come true~<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgi1vNP5KODbM-lrJzF59dZBoc7AX-NsgNSWwuVrzN_uw2G4pwaXm5lepI5e2MG-BKs3h1_nsKgS63s4wjhkAUDCrm-fw4xoWlboznUI49OzU3q9JNkm1hNqzpT_NF11XgwXqn8/s1600-h/IMG_1221.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366358030141889074" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgi1vNP5KODbM-lrJzF59dZBoc7AX-NsgNSWwuVrzN_uw2G4pwaXm5lepI5e2MG-BKs3h1_nsKgS63s4wjhkAUDCrm-fw4xoWlboznUI49OzU3q9JNkm1hNqzpT_NF11XgwXqn8/s320/IMG_1221.JPG" /></a> I haven't posted in so long, life has been so busy, and I don't have a computer ( working on that though) I'll try and post more photos in the near future. Miss everyone so much!<br /><div></div>MissionsAngelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07502372028064702599noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9397116.post-91711514462197366942009-05-24T20:32:00.000-07:002009-06-19T14:33:16.999-07:00The Wedding<div style="text-align: center;">This video is very large, please allow to load.<br /></div><div align="center"> <embed src="http://apps.attainresponse.com/MediaF5/mediaplayer.swf" quality="high" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="height=230&width=280&file=rtmp://fmedia.attainresponse.com/video&image=http://apps.attainresponse.com/tmb_wm/calflash@vmdirect-com/1242962736413.jpg&id=calflash@vmdirect-com/1242962736413&autostart=true&shownavigation=true&repeat=true" height="230" width="280"></embed><br /><br /><br />Hint: Go to 34 mins to see ceremony.</div>Chris Lombardohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07085081100812560059noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9397116.post-43742330563307668602009-01-31T12:54:00.000-08:002009-01-31T13:18:13.098-08:00Life, Love, and laughterYesterday was my last and final day of Optical School!!!!! I took my final and passed first try!!! Yee Haw! Joey had been in training for the last week and had taken his final and got off early and was already at home and showered when I got there. My teacher had let me leave early, which was nice since they were just watching a movie, and we decided to do something fun and out of the norm. We have been so wrapped up on trying to act like adults and get things done like responsible people, and its been work, work and no play for awhile and it was showing!! We have been up tight and boring to put it simply....Jo had me close my eyes and let him drive, which was so nice....we pulled up to Miwalk Park and I guessed first try =) We had such a blast!! We swung on the swings, ran through the tunnels and slide down ropes, did a few monkey bars which proved more than we wanted to know, and got great shock on the slides we actually fit down! Then after all the excitement we went for a beautiful walk by a small stream and just enjoyed each others company and the excellent weather! It was so nice to just walk and talk with my best friend and make yet another wonderful memory!MissionsAngelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07502372028064702599noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9397116.post-13418552708785052892009-01-29T09:46:00.000-08:002009-01-29T09:47:44.694-08:00AIN'T....................<div align="center">He was just a little boy,On a week's first day.</div><div align="center">Wandering home from Bible school,And dawdling on the way.</div><div align="center"><br />He scuffed his shoes into the grass;</div><div align="center">He even found a caterpillar.</div><div align="center">He found a fluffy milkweed pod,And blew out all the 'filler.'</div><div align="center"><br />A bird's nest in a tree overhead,</div><div align="center">So wisely placed up so high.</div><div align="center">Was just another wonder,</div><div align="center">That caught his eager eye.</div><div align="center"><br />A neighbor watched his zig zag course,</div><div align="center">And hailed him from the lawn;</div><div align="center">Asked him where he'd been that day</div><div align="center">And what was going on.</div><div align="center"><br />'I've been to Bible School ,</div><div align="center">'He said and turned a piece of sod.</div><div align="center">He picked up a wiggly worm replying,</div><div align="center">'I've learned a lot about God.'</div><div align="center"><br />'M'm very fine way,' the neighbor said,</div><div align="center">'for a boy to spend his time.</div><div align="center">''If you'll tell me where God is,</div><div align="center">I'll give you a brand new dime.'</div><div align="center"><br />Quick as a flash the answer came!</div><div align="center">Nor were his accents faint.</div><div align="center">'I'll give you a dollar, </div><div align="center">Mister,If you can tell me where God ain't.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">'Have a great week!</div>MissionsAngelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07502372028064702599noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9397116.post-53746780274421775082009-01-16T13:24:00.000-08:002009-01-16T13:31:25.182-08:00Its Official...<div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;"><em>On Thursday, May 21st 2009.....</em></span></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></em> </div><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292006947354437170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjabePRIkUzeAW6-lWTpfVITtrFBuOny_83Z4CG8CwEdwaWJeWeu2yda4ft1f94Q1OjyblA0Mi2107qIpepBMXjlRu-HcAkBhElvEWxxtPVKfYgY9FyIryn013t4Icft6tSdlCO/s320/DSC05093.JPG" border="0" /></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:130%;">I will marry my dearest & best friend.....</span></em></div>MissionsAngelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07502372028064702599noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9397116.post-91410136105947477002008-12-30T10:27:00.001-08:002008-12-30T10:46:05.358-08:00Christmas Eve 2008<div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">Well, I have alot to fill in from my last post till now, but I'll only go over the demanding details ;)!</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">I flew out of Calgary on Monday, Dec 22nd and arrived in Springfield, Missouri late that evening. Wednesday afternoon everyone, which included Joey's parents-Alvy and Norah, Joey's brother and sister in law-Ben and Lauren and their two children-Sariya and lil Josh, and Joey's sister- Sarah, went to Jordan Valley Ice Park to ice skate. We skated around a few times and then Joey got off the ice. I waited for him but he continued to stand and talk with his dad, so I miss impatient just turned around and decided to continue skating without him. </div><div align="center">Moments later he was behind me. </div><div align="center"><br /><br /><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#006600;">Joey: "I'm so sorry everyone is so stressed."</span> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Me: "Its okay." </div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#006600;">Joey: "My parents are really stressed, I'm sorry."</span></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">Me: "Joey, its okay, I understand, It's Christmas, don't worry."</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#006600;">Joey: "Well they are stressed for a good reason."</span></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">Me: Sarcasticly "Oh really and <em>why</em> is that?"</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#006600;">Joey: Grabbed my arm and spun me around " Cause I wanna ask you to marry me!"</span></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Me: "WHAT???!!!???!!!"</div><div align="center"><span style="color:#006600;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="color:#006600;">Joey: Hands me the below locket</span></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">Me: "Oh my word, are you serious Jo?!"</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#006600;">Joey: with tears forming in his eyes, flips the locket over "Will you Marry Me?!"</span></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">I began to cry and then laughed and then just hugged him and cried/laughed some more.</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#006600;">Joey: "Well.........."</span></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">Me: "Yes, Yes!"</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">Everyone was watching from the side, so when we skated over the family said, "Welcome to the family Angel!" And I just cried! =)</div><div align="center"><br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285655350413448002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSLdP0Gi4cfhuhtixAO6GJreTVpWexkJBTvStYQcIfgmJpnmS3Vi6VkH9RAsqBTtHiDJHBr5yDCDox6ur_tPliPXaK7xH0ptHJMcq3x5jd2b5XvcNJZBMy25aMtDrvQkEey7cj/s320/locketfront.jpg" border="0" /> <p align="center">Front of locket<br /><br /><br /></p><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285655360155489170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiu45qLZrF0SVs9WbuFEEU5TCTiLZ8TGlYt2IFDcQbYPXgBEGZFp-u8TaWCKhmlIqC5jUvZ6hsndmWG65luA5mWKHbYr6_OMiDl-Cja_huXW8qVb7r3RUIN3F5f17wvWh_fAZla/s320/backoflocket.jpg" border="0" /> <p align="center">Back of Locket</p><p align="center"> <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285655368498060594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7E2If0cQyfI6i6u466jwimBXUZ-gyHLQAwkdicxBGGaorOOdJPeFA9pSReH5RrxWCvJP9ZEhCe6IP_RAIMH-cGIaSI-Y_R2v5fJxYle7pwd1bitRQe3miQmvoFcAbk4IPsDsN/s320/locketinside.jpg" border="0" /><br />Inside of Locket-I opened it on the ice and the picture dropped<br /></p>MissionsAngelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07502372028064702599noreply@blogger.com22tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9397116.post-45872078280060672992008-12-16T09:42:00.000-08:002008-12-16T09:59:05.032-08:00Signing in from beautiful Canada!!Yesterday I flew into Calgary, Alberta and was welcomed with -22 degrees C and a warm hug from my butterfly Angie! I was rushed over to Merrily's house by Momma Holmes where we surprised Courtney completely!!!! After moments of her just standing there with her hand rubbing her cheek, she finally wrapped me in a HUGE hug and just sobbed and sobbed....It was the most incredible experience and I am so thankful for "family" that has helped to make this moment possible! <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280448369876862306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjWCbDEgOXdAw2Bc_stpXxEKTLr7cQqKJ8AF4TCcSnjf8ZcY5B55-amWEk5xSF1LSNf9_dZ_OpawcBKKXBVEI6muhsyBYlieIId0DeVuwgN0NP6Qc68-cG-CKWqN2wVbNTXNc7/s320/Angie+Misc.+031.jpg" border="0" />Ang, Court and I talked Johnny into letting us use his truck=) and we spent the evening freezing at the Festival of Lights walk-crazy person who suggested that one lol...then we headed over to the Chocolate Bar for hot coco and ice cream! lol Ice cream in - 20 weather which is like -1 degree F for you American folks! Crazy as we are!<br />It was an awesome day and I am having a great time!!!<br /><br />PS. I MISS YOU JOEY!!! and Jackson!!MissionsAngelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07502372028064702599noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9397116.post-60570934183401760692008-12-12T10:31:00.001-08:002008-12-12T10:34:30.381-08:00The Purple Iris<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjL5yFudyP63XfUKhIPxmzAYw4Wu9Z69ukpdx9ZXlfrqrh01EOdGICDPmTFq03HlGb4y5yGnc1CccUrh8F2X6i3SqPderK_n7uBJqY-Ta_GhqeWQKl8tyTYDevo-r1G604srt66/s1600-h/purple+iris.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278973125961282898" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjL5yFudyP63XfUKhIPxmzAYw4Wu9Z69ukpdx9ZXlfrqrh01EOdGICDPmTFq03HlGb4y5yGnc1CccUrh8F2X6i3SqPderK_n7uBJqY-Ta_GhqeWQKl8tyTYDevo-r1G604srt66/s320/purple+iris.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>I got this the other day and thought instead of forwarding the message....I'll post it! </div><div></div><div>There comes a point in your life when you realize:</div><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"><strong>Who matters,</strong></span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"><strong>Who never did,</strong></span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"><strong>Who won't anymore...</strong></span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"><strong>And who always will.</strong></span></div><div>So, don't worry about people from your past,there's a reason why they didn't make it to your future.</div><div>Give these flowers to everyone you don't want to lose in 2009, including me, if that's what is in your heart.</div>MissionsAngelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07502372028064702599noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9397116.post-5367437182806487272008-12-09T17:12:00.000-08:002008-12-09T17:17:05.186-08:00My Thanksgiving Story<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDBZkd93__bg8Kfzaxt7_CTpssI9Ts_bVPxOAeXSHCnnVUMIWNWBNfIr5q9RhocaDlpBdkyPm7DJj0lr3FBHV1MArz2UqK0OSbIK_cU0MKBbiBJvZaLCrcuOqFrWkQAMo3N_I8/s1600-h/turkey.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277964152394390626" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 112px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 144px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDBZkd93__bg8Kfzaxt7_CTpssI9Ts_bVPxOAeXSHCnnVUMIWNWBNfIr5q9RhocaDlpBdkyPm7DJj0lr3FBHV1MArz2UqK0OSbIK_cU0MKBbiBJvZaLCrcuOqFrWkQAMo3N_I8/s320/turkey.jpg" border="0" /></a> This year at Thanksgiving, my sisters and I went to our mothers house for the traditional feast. Knowing how gullible my sister is, my mom decided to play a trick. She told my sister that she needed something from the store. When my sister left, my mom took the turkey out of the oven, removed the stuffing, stuffed a Cornish hen, and inserted it into the turkey, and re-stuffed the turkey. She then placed the bird(s) back in the oven. When it was time for dinner, my sister pulled the turkey out of the oven and proceeded to remove the stuffing. When her serving spoon hit something, she reached in and pulled out the little bird. With a look of total shock on her face, my mother exclaimed, <strong>"Tamsen, you've cooked a pregnant bird!"</strong> At the reality of this horrifying news, my sister started to cry. It took the family two hours to convince her that turkeys lay eggs!<br /><div></div><br /><div>lol Though this story is not completely true, it is so funny! Sorry Tammi I had to pick on you-cause you're the cutest blonde ever!!!</div>MissionsAngelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07502372028064702599noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9397116.post-82954423650185790892008-12-06T12:19:00.000-08:002008-12-06T12:22:48.230-08:00My New Baby!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6HshvNXyN2hjhiAUkQzopJK61gnRmrXyJMQMgjK0JH65vi0dSu35saZEL2BrkhVSmIkqn1Tlvvx4XCrWBWpgaX6YSFEpgfAMG-65Qw6rPt0GjN6mmeFdnbNc43wFvIWNZ0jIt/s1600-h/jackson.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276774571324134706" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 140px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 176px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6HshvNXyN2hjhiAUkQzopJK61gnRmrXyJMQMgjK0JH65vi0dSu35saZEL2BrkhVSmIkqn1Tlvvx4XCrWBWpgaX6YSFEpgfAMG-65Qw6rPt0GjN6mmeFdnbNc43wFvIWNZ0jIt/s320/jackson.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-wIh8cH-1_uvqmgjs6PuB8pFNFc2dJw4hNpwuvD5cbmo9juy2R6L2uMLXk2OD34BRJ4FYRVqMd-Tz2AXZI-0CdloNEHGdpwnEfir6j8zSTjBk_NeBeoARKQc_HxYaHNgprBOV/s1600-h/jackson2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276774569416401234" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 221px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 166px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-wIh8cH-1_uvqmgjs6PuB8pFNFc2dJw4hNpwuvD5cbmo9juy2R6L2uMLXk2OD34BRJ4FYRVqMd-Tz2AXZI-0CdloNEHGdpwnEfir6j8zSTjBk_NeBeoARKQc_HxYaHNgprBOV/s320/jackson2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div>Jackson is a 3 year old 1/2 Toy Chihuahua and 1/2 Chihuahua and weighs in at just 4 pounds!</div><div>I love him to pieces! I was surprised with him on Friday afternoon in honor of my last day of school! =) Yeah!</div></div>MissionsAngelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07502372028064702599noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9397116.post-13144775569617474172008-12-03T18:30:00.001-08:002008-12-03T18:30:59.289-08:00Disco Christmas<div style='background-color:#e9e9e9; width: 425px;'><object id='A606995' quality='high' data='http://aka.zero.jibjab.com/client/zero/ClientZero_EmbedViewer.swf?external_make_id=i2eDeThcpsNfLPae&service=sendables.jibjab.com&partnerID=ElfYourself' pluginspage='http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' wmode='transparent' height='319' width='425'><param name='wmode' value='transparent'></param><param name='movie' value='http://aka.zero.jibjab.com/client/zero/ClientZero_EmbedViewer.swf?external_make_id=i2eDeThcpsNfLPae&service=sendables.jibjab.com&partnerID=ElfYourself'></param><param name='scaleMode' value='showAll'></param><param name='quality' value='high'></param><param name='allowNetworking' value='all'></param><param name='allowFullScreen' value='true' /><param name='FlashVars' value='external_make_id=i2eDeThcpsNfLPae&service=sendables.jibjab.com&partnerID=ElfYourself'></param><param name='allowScriptAccess' value='always'></param></object><div style='text-align:center; 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This will by my first Thanksgiving spent with my mother in 10 years!!! Crazy! I'm looking forward to the snow and the time we'll spend together but I'm not looking forward to the drive.....=) mark that down as yet another road trip for the Lombardo's! he he Please keep us in your prayers as we travel, the roads are slick and there are crazy drivers out at this time of year! Have a wonderful Gobble Gobble day and remember to be Thankful for HIS Many Many Blessings!</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>Things I am truly thankful for this year:</strong></span></div><ul><li><div align="center">The Faithfulnes of my God</div></li><li><div align="center">The love of my family</div></li><li><div align="center">The support of my church and ministry</div></li><li><div align="center">New friends</div></li><li><div align="center">Joseph Ladd ;)</div></li><li><div align="center">Breathe</div></li><li><div align="center">Life</div></li><li><div align="center">School ending in 5 days!!!!!</div></li><li><div align="center">A roof over my head</div></li><li><div align="center">Food to eat</div></li><li><div align="center">A car to drive</div></li><li><div align="center">Wise parents</div></li><li><div align="center">A job</div></li><li><div align="center">okay so I could go on and on.....</div></li><li><div align="center">Thank you Jesus for my health and the health of my family. Continue to keep us in your ever loving arms. Guide us direct us in the path you have chosen us to follow! I love you with all my heart! Thank you for being my protector, my shelter, my peace, my comfort, my very very best friend!</div></li></ul>MissionsAngelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07502372028064702599noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9397116.post-9595027600462636752008-11-21T17:31:00.000-08:002008-11-21T17:39:03.960-08:00An evening at the water store....<div align="center"> <span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;">NOTHING tastes as good as Water From the ROCK.....</span></div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEENRELX2RPDGXVCgGtKzyEqnlmnQxc_kwsqUyZMP9TDVmL3l-J_89Lpb1udH0G7BHY-5Zj0zB-4-5LzGAZWPZuxb_2a9B-_BbyttPvVRI_GU4evLZmBsr42q-DCxjlsGghHRj/s1600-h/fill.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271288960699541090" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 199px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 270px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEENRELX2RPDGXVCgGtKzyEqnlmnQxc_kwsqUyZMP9TDVmL3l-J_89Lpb1udH0G7BHY-5Zj0zB-4-5LzGAZWPZuxb_2a9B-_BbyttPvVRI_GU4evLZmBsr42q-DCxjlsGghHRj/s320/fill.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Step #1. Fill all empty bottles with crisp clean Water From the Rock.</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRVA3mrKFn2g812Ro2YT7LdGtX-mqHibaWBH2zpfQALsvTm4GEnQ-rvD-R3nYJKOTX4dZQYzXsIxyhQ99LeziKH8oIeYj7DoT0yyomqHBJAaXQ0FugLT1GKxOCr8rrklQ99-2q/s1600-h/bottles.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271288957172898626" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 216px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 291px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRVA3mrKFn2g812Ro2YT7LdGtX-mqHibaWBH2zpfQALsvTm4GEnQ-rvD-R3nYJKOTX4dZQYzXsIxyhQ99LeziKH8oIeYj7DoT0yyomqHBJAaXQ0FugLT1GKxOCr8rrklQ99-2q/s320/bottles.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJ7JuI2Yoqqs0C-JAbJlXsvBrJ1dJW51S88FwkS4utOhjcKv2JoQKT4IpjupztZiT45WDUTkasvxvmH_-ewm8pVlVXAEzVPPfCBCqp2LAdAst1JOfk2yZW71Uz3noznjtKoSCH/s1600-h/all+done.jpg"></a><br /><br /><br /><br />Step #2. Screw the beautifully colored caps with seal.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJ7JuI2Yoqqs0C-JAbJlXsvBrJ1dJW51S88FwkS4utOhjcKv2JoQKT4IpjupztZiT45WDUTkasvxvmH_-ewm8pVlVXAEzVPPfCBCqp2LAdAst1JOfk2yZW71Uz3noznjtKoSCH/s1600-h/all+done.jpg"></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJ7JuI2Yoqqs0C-JAbJlXsvBrJ1dJW51S88FwkS4utOhjcKv2JoQKT4IpjupztZiT45WDUTkasvxvmH_-ewm8pVlVXAEzVPPfCBCqp2LAdAst1JOfk2yZW71Uz3noznjtKoSCH/s1600-h/all+done.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271288948360983922" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 204px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 309px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJ7JuI2Yoqqs0C-JAbJlXsvBrJ1dJW51S88FwkS4utOhjcKv2JoQKT4IpjupztZiT45WDUTkasvxvmH_-ewm8pVlVXAEzVPPfCBCqp2LAdAst1JOfk2yZW71Uz3noznjtKoSCH/s320/all+done.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br />Step #3. Place bottles in cold fridge and step back and admire your work! =)<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><em>There you have it...my evening at work =) Lovely isn't it!</em>MissionsAngelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07502372028064702599noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9397116.post-83064239541020108072008-11-15T11:37:00.000-08:002008-11-15T11:42:23.151-08:00What a friend we have in Jesus....<div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSF4QOY6hHFFHMiv5B_2o11DElc8exK10CM6oxmPqtG-i-0eqN2SoFY1BZDqlUFyYrWYajOL0vQQTp442TtY7YZ6GrAp1nDiSAlQtWYw36D_CtthnYhAnIhe_bUGpiu_JySjrl/s1600-h/angelash.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268971181638602882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 264px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 282px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSF4QOY6hHFFHMiv5B_2o11DElc8exK10CM6oxmPqtG-i-0eqN2SoFY1BZDqlUFyYrWYajOL0vQQTp442TtY7YZ6GrAp1nDiSAlQtWYw36D_CtthnYhAnIhe_bUGpiu_JySjrl/s320/angelash.JPG" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-size:180%;">and in Ashley.....</span><br /><br /><div align="center"></div></div><div align="center"><br /></div><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOpYWPr-cvTJW3pcWqAHHkLFwcVz7J4tSA8Iy2pFloWTOTH6oXy5Lk2242XxxYvaDuwApCkFMux7szEE3QvBxR_J03QTKzv6_NfYRiAhPlRSXabMc1A_7propS6QBfC1yOFBm7/s1600-h/angelpic.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268971183338321762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 281px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 272px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOpYWPr-cvTJW3pcWqAHHkLFwcVz7J4tSA8Iy2pFloWTOTH6oXy5Lk2242XxxYvaDuwApCkFMux7szEE3QvBxR_J03QTKzv6_NfYRiAhPlRSXabMc1A_7propS6QBfC1yOFBm7/s320/angelpic.JPG" border="0" /></a></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;">and in Joey....silly me.....</span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;"></span> </p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;">oh WOW....what a Night! lol</span></p>MissionsAngelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07502372028064702599noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9397116.post-60351446046286736572008-11-08T23:36:00.001-08:002008-11-08T23:48:54.383-08:00Friday Night Fun<div><div align="center">I thought I was supposed to be attending our church Plan Night, but ended up babysitting my brothers instead, soooooo that meant Fun Fun Fun! Last night the downtown Ice Skating rink opened!!!!! Yee Haw!! </div><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266561216809265490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 120px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 110px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyYe8POrrLEMKceJID4PxYP96VZTdGZl6s8QUl-JPBUS3Icu262_SaA0W6TP-dzUyoD31yQZSxpB96h6f0UeHY672dhzO1u6CCRD3fixmMNibb4XhxhmhAVGzVW23DppQYtcNG/s320/angelskates2.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div align="center">We had an absolute BLAST!!!!!!! I didn't get any pictures though :( sniff sniff....We packed out our "bus" of a van and headed downtown around 7pm. You should have seen the staff when all 16 of us came scamblin in through the gate with the hugest grins on our faces! :) Alot of the staff remembered us from last year so we got to chitty chat with all the head people :) I'll def be getting some pictures within the next few months, </div><div align="center">so if you don't hear from me for the next few weeks don't stress I'm probably out enjoying my favorite sport, </div><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266561209798869010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 90px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 120px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZ9gsYv4ZACFydsOJHMK3KR2Ov2KJM4l82g7v5ggfqaoeS48SBDMZydsMf1P_6y6-QGlWy7aPRTjU7ke0rv2HP53RyVm3URapKJWExFUkXBGKDYU8IVUpFivMuHKlmgp-WXZID/s320/angelskate.jpg" border="0" /><strong><em><span style="font-size:180%;">Ice Skating!!!!</span></em></strong></div></div>MissionsAngelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07502372028064702599noreply@blogger.com2