<?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-6448382451647371873</id><updated>2011-08-07T09:07:03.783-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Katie's Quirks</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delyn-katiesquirks.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6448382451647371873/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delyn-katiesquirks.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14517026511048105021</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>30</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6448382451647371873.post-4967227905503227727</id><published>2010-11-09T08:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T08:34:06.932-08:00</updated><title type='text'>All torn up</title><content type='html'>One thing continues to bother me!  One thing has always been such a desire of mine! But it is one thing I cannot seem to do right now. My heart has always been, not just broken but drawn toward all the children that do not have families! Yeah, I know, you probably think about it for just a second...move on,  and dont realy give it a second thought! You say to yourself "awe that is so sad that they dont have a family, or......." but for some reason I get completely torn up about it!  Yesterday I was looking at the adoption list of kids just from around here and then onto kids around the US and if I could financially support them, if I had a big enough home, and if I had a vehicle to get them around in I think I would bring some more kids to a part of, not just our family but  our church family! But for now I will just pray for these children, that God will bring people into their lives to touch them and that he will give them a family to call thier own!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6448382451647371873-4967227905503227727?l=delyn-katiesquirks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delyn-katiesquirks.blogspot.com/feeds/4967227905503227727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6448382451647371873&amp;postID=4967227905503227727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6448382451647371873/posts/default/4967227905503227727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6448382451647371873/posts/default/4967227905503227727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delyn-katiesquirks.blogspot.com/2010/11/all-torn-up.html' title='All torn up'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14517026511048105021</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-6448382451647371873.post-2910652858666991465</id><published>2010-11-02T07:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-02T07:43:40.299-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"God in Control"</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was a horrible day! One of the most &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;emotionally&lt;/span&gt; exhausting days I've had in a while! Although I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; feel extremely stressed, I was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;emotionally&lt;/span&gt; drained! And today......&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;I'M&lt;/span&gt; FEELING STRESSED! I know my source, and it is greater than any other! I know everything will be fine, but that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;doesn't&lt;/span&gt; keep the tears from falling, not out of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;grieving&lt;/span&gt; a loss, but because of "CHANGE." &lt;br /&gt;Losing complete control in your life brings you to a place where you are completely opened up and reliant on "The One and Only," he is trustworthy, loves you, he is almighty, and will never leave you, "God."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Ultimately&lt;/span&gt; that is what he wants of us anyway! Nothing standing between you and him! Nothing that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;separates&lt;/span&gt; your love and affection to him!&lt;br /&gt;So today although I feel as though things are so bad, deeply I know that we have been drawn in closer to "him" today.  For that I am blessed beyond anything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6448382451647371873-2910652858666991465?l=delyn-katiesquirks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delyn-katiesquirks.blogspot.com/feeds/2910652858666991465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6448382451647371873&amp;postID=2910652858666991465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6448382451647371873/posts/default/2910652858666991465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6448382451647371873/posts/default/2910652858666991465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delyn-katiesquirks.blogspot.com/2010/11/god-in-control.html' title='&quot;God in Control&quot;'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14517026511048105021</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-6448382451647371873.post-2148580214175560824</id><published>2009-04-06T07:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T07:46:00.731-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well so here's the big news!  Michael and I will be having our 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; child and hopefully our last(I believe God determines that.)  This was a planned pregnancy although some people might think we are crazy that is what we decided would to do.  We are very excited and praying for a boy although God knows what is best so ultimately we will be happy either way!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6448382451647371873-2148580214175560824?l=delyn-katiesquirks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delyn-katiesquirks.blogspot.com/feeds/2148580214175560824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6448382451647371873&amp;postID=2148580214175560824' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6448382451647371873/posts/default/2148580214175560824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6448382451647371873/posts/default/2148580214175560824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delyn-katiesquirks.blogspot.com/2009/04/well-so-heres-big-news-michael-and-i.html' title=''/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14517026511048105021</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6448382451647371873.post-4774603167885119348</id><published>2009-03-11T07:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T08:04:41.621-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tulips!</title><content type='html'>Well today everyone is stressed! Which means we all get to tip toe around the tulips.  Actually we only tip toe around the tulips when Pastor Trudy is stressed and well..............she is stressed and aggravated.  What's that saying "when momma ain't happy ain't nobody happy," in this case when Pastor Trudy ain't happy ain't nobody happy! LOL!  Love you friend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6448382451647371873-4774603167885119348?l=delyn-katiesquirks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delyn-katiesquirks.blogspot.com/feeds/4774603167885119348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6448382451647371873&amp;postID=4774603167885119348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6448382451647371873/posts/default/4774603167885119348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6448382451647371873/posts/default/4774603167885119348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delyn-katiesquirks.blogspot.com/2009/03/tulips.html' title='Tulips!'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14517026511048105021</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-6448382451647371873.post-3466340354477045721</id><published>2009-02-11T08:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T09:06:54.446-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Attitudes</title><content type='html'>Yeah so I don't have a lot to say other than I get incredibly frustrated when people choose to walk away from what they know God has told them to do!  Careful with the decisions that are made follow your Holy Spirit nothing else! Everything else can be deceitful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;here's&lt;/span&gt; another one! Disrespect!  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Don't&lt;/span&gt; ever expect anyone to respect you unless you have respect yourself!  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Don't&lt;/span&gt; ever think yourself so great that everyone e&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;lse&lt;/span&gt; is smaller than you and that giving you the right to walk upon other people!  That boils down to not having respect for others and what they might be doing!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6448382451647371873-3466340354477045721?l=delyn-katiesquirks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delyn-katiesquirks.blogspot.com/feeds/3466340354477045721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6448382451647371873&amp;postID=3466340354477045721' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6448382451647371873/posts/default/3466340354477045721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6448382451647371873/posts/default/3466340354477045721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delyn-katiesquirks.blogspot.com/2009/02/attitudes.html' title='Attitudes'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14517026511048105021</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-6448382451647371873.post-2505881999510087514</id><published>2009-01-13T11:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T11:38:24.203-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Moods!</title><content type='html'>You know I feel great today!  I'm trying to figure out why!  Well it's probably because I am working at the church with the coolest people in the whole world!  Yeah that even made me laugh!  I realy think its because I'm so Thankful for everyone in my life; I have the best friends any one could ever want, awesome husband, great family, 3 lil girls that keep me sooo busy all the time but then they smile and I just don't seem to care any more that I never sit down unless I'm at work.  So Thank you to everyone for making my life wonderful, but the real Thanks goes to the one who gave me life!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6448382451647371873-2505881999510087514?l=delyn-katiesquirks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delyn-katiesquirks.blogspot.com/feeds/2505881999510087514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6448382451647371873&amp;postID=2505881999510087514' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6448382451647371873/posts/default/2505881999510087514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6448382451647371873/posts/default/2505881999510087514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delyn-katiesquirks.blogspot.com/2009/01/good-moods.html' title='Good Moods!'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14517026511048105021</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-6448382451647371873.post-8994785993874282402</id><published>2008-12-29T08:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T08:58:31.752-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Firsts</title><content type='html'>Well, we made it through Christmas!  It was hard! All the "firsts" after loosing someone are always hard but God has certainly blessed us in these hard times.  My brother preached on Sun. and his sermon was "God's Grace is Enough for Me" and I have to agree.  This tragedy in our life has brought back so many old feelings that I experienced when my mother was killed and you know I didn't understand anything when my mom passed but now as I look back on all the chaos&lt;br /&gt;and confusion I was experiencing then and now having to walk thru it again I can see that God has been there carrying me thru all of it.  Even though it may hurt like everything sometimes, I have to say God's Grace is Enough for Me!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6448382451647371873-8994785993874282402?l=delyn-katiesquirks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delyn-katiesquirks.blogspot.com/feeds/8994785993874282402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6448382451647371873&amp;postID=8994785993874282402' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6448382451647371873/posts/default/8994785993874282402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6448382451647371873/posts/default/8994785993874282402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delyn-katiesquirks.blogspot.com/2008/12/firsts.html' title='The Firsts'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14517026511048105021</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-6448382451647371873.post-5025060250645206288</id><published>2008-12-17T11:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T11:58:31.275-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Truth!</title><content type='html'>Well, all I have to say is we sometimes have to walk through difficult times and we don't understand why we have to go through them, but God says he will never put more on us than  we can handle and although we might feel like dying God is there to comfort and guide us through.  This last week we lost my husbands mom of 42 yrs of age.  It has been an incredibly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;devastating&lt;/span&gt; time.  A loss of a wife, mom, sister, aunt, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Nana&lt;/span&gt;.  Although we are grateful for the time we were able to share with her we will miss her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;SO&lt;/span&gt; much.  If it has &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;taught&lt;/span&gt; me anything it's that we are not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;guaranteed&lt;/span&gt; tomorrow.  I have lost my mother and now my mother in-law and it has taken loosing to very special people in my life for me to realize the full extent of this.  I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;recommend&lt;/span&gt; that you live your life like it will be your last.  Love those who are close to you like you will never have the chance to again, do the work God has called you to do like you will never have another opportunity, and be ready at any minute to meet the who gave you life (ALMIGHTY AWESOME GOD)!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6448382451647371873-5025060250645206288?l=delyn-katiesquirks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delyn-katiesquirks.blogspot.com/feeds/5025060250645206288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6448382451647371873&amp;postID=5025060250645206288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6448382451647371873/posts/default/5025060250645206288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6448382451647371873/posts/default/5025060250645206288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delyn-katiesquirks.blogspot.com/2008/12/truth.html' title='Truth!'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14517026511048105021</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-6448382451647371873.post-9126944011639257016</id><published>2008-10-22T09:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T10:34:17.022-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Baby!</title><content type='html'>I'm Sooooooo excited! My friend had her baby! Kelly lived with us for a short while when she met my husbands cousin Lark. I kept warning her "stay away from that boy, he is trouble." But he fell head over heels for her and well we all know how that goes. They got married like 3 or 4 months later, and then like a month after they were married they got pregnant. Well here we are 9 months later, with a beautiful baby girl. Lark was so incredible during the whole process. He wanted to do everything for Kelly, so attentive to her every need. She went in on Sunday at 3:30. She made progress real fast and then started to slow down, so they gave her some medicine to help her sleep and they waited to turn up her induction medicine until the morning. Everyone was there, in and out of the room checking on Kelly and anticipating the moment baby Alyssa would be here. Finally, Kelly is at the last moments. I am sitting in the waiting room while everyone is finishing their goodbyes and good lucks when Lark comes down and says "Katie come here." I went out into the hall and he says "I cant do this by myself, will you please go in with me?" I told him if he was for sure that's what he wanted to do then I would; he replied again, "I'm gonna need help I just don't think I can do it," but let me tell you HE DONE AWESOME! I wanted to cry my eyes out. I stood behind Lark the whole tim&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hv_kT7s7-6c/SP9hshsyEPI/AAAAAAAAADM/vlvIgJNyhno/s1600-h/100_0253.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260030307380367602" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 194px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 123px" height="172" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hv_kT7s7-6c/SP9hshsyEPI/AAAAAAAAADM/vlvIgJNyhno/s320/100_0253.jpg" width="261" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;e and prayed through every push. Let me tell you they will make very good parents. Congratulation Lark and Kelly! Michael the Girls and I Love You &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hv_kT7s7-6c/SP9jJVu_PHI/AAAAAAAAADU/SB87cZT-Dhk/s1600-h/100_0260.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260031901896227954" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 179px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 123px" height="163" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hv_kT7s7-6c/SP9jJVu_PHI/AAAAAAAAADU/SB87cZT-Dhk/s320/100_0260.jpg" width="179" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Very Much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hv_kT7s7-6c/SP9c0gvAMoI/AAAAAAAAADE/Ydn3y-Bkpa4/s1600-h/100_0249.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260024947002061442" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 143px" height="174" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hv_kT7s7-6c/SP9c0gvAMoI/AAAAAAAAADE/Ydn3y-Bkpa4/s320/100_0249.jpg" width="238" 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/6448382451647371873-9126944011639257016?l=delyn-katiesquirks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delyn-katiesquirks.blogspot.com/feeds/9126944011639257016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6448382451647371873&amp;postID=9126944011639257016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6448382451647371873/posts/default/9126944011639257016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6448382451647371873/posts/default/9126944011639257016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delyn-katiesquirks.blogspot.com/2008/10/new-baby.html' title='New Baby!'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14517026511048105021</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/_hv_kT7s7-6c/SP9hshsyEPI/AAAAAAAAADM/vlvIgJNyhno/s72-c/100_0253.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6448382451647371873.post-5268629438069486543</id><published>2008-10-08T09:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T09:32:11.185-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sickness and sorrow</title><content type='html'>Well I'm glad yesterday is over! I was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;sooooo&lt;/span&gt; sick. Thank God for good friends. I was throwing up, Body aches, chills, tonsils are swollen, and my head felt like it could explode at any time. I haven't been that sick in 3 yrs. Anna was sick a couple of days ago, and now I think Hali is staring to get it. &lt;br /&gt; Well besides all that Michael and I were going to go to Kentucky this weekend for my birthday.  In Kentucky this weekend they have what they call "Ham Fest" its really fun, kinda like a fair but they have a parade an all kinds of neat things I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;haven't&lt;/span&gt; been since I was 15 yrs old I will be 26 this weekend.   My mom's family lives there, an I was looking forward to seeing them,  but Micheal and I have things we HAVE to get done on our house for winter, so well we had to make a decision that I personally didn't want to make but it had to be done.  My cousin Faith Ann cried when I told her we weren't coming which in turn made me cry.  It's nice to know my family cares &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;soo&lt;/span&gt; deeply for me and I for them.  Well Faith Ann if you read this I luv you and I will try an come sometime soon. For now to my Uncle's, Aunts,Cousin's, and Mama I love you all and hate I can't be there.  Take Care.  Love Katie Jo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6448382451647371873-5268629438069486543?l=delyn-katiesquirks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delyn-katiesquirks.blogspot.com/feeds/5268629438069486543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6448382451647371873&amp;postID=5268629438069486543' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6448382451647371873/posts/default/5268629438069486543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6448382451647371873/posts/default/5268629438069486543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delyn-katiesquirks.blogspot.com/2008/10/sickness-and-sorrow.html' title='sickness and sorrow'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14517026511048105021</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-6448382451647371873.post-5633227776994322139</id><published>2008-09-09T07:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T14:08:34.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gods Will</title><content type='html'>Today I want to talk about Gods will and not ours.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;People&lt;/span&gt; that call themselves c&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;hristians&lt;/span&gt; but refuse to walk in obedience to Gods word.  Living the way the bible tells us to is Gods will. I know we are human and we make mistakes but the thing I'm talking about is when you deliberately choose to say "God I don't care what you say,  I'm doing what I want to do and there is nothing you can do about it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; I have my free will,"  well what I have to say about that is "good luck, because we are nothing without God.  He gives you free will, but will also judge you for your choices on the day of judgement so I think we need to take in consideration our choices that don't line up with the word of God.  This a hard thing to do because our human will often gets in the way of our walk with God.  Let us check every aspect of our lives and ask ourselves does this line up with the word of God.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; that's the end of my rant, just needed to get some thing off my chest.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6448382451647371873-5633227776994322139?l=delyn-katiesquirks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delyn-katiesquirks.blogspot.com/feeds/5633227776994322139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6448382451647371873&amp;postID=5633227776994322139' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6448382451647371873/posts/default/5633227776994322139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6448382451647371873/posts/default/5633227776994322139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delyn-katiesquirks.blogspot.com/2008/09/gods-will.html' title='Gods Will'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14517026511048105021</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-6448382451647371873.post-3751180215840564746</id><published>2008-08-26T11:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T11:35:27.148-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dead Cars!</title><content type='html'>Well I took my car back into the shop today.  Pastor Trudy was headed to Miami so I asked her to follow me (my dad forgot he was supposed to.)  So I headed on my way, made it to the stop sign where you turn right to go into Miami, and my car died, it would not start again so I called ahead to the mechanic and had them come and tow it the rest of the way.  When Michael called I told him what happened and he was not very happy that I had it towed I responded to him "what did you want me to do? Push it!" if it were up to me I would have left it in the middle of the road until the tow truck got there, but there was a nice older man that pushed it out of the way for me.  I was already irritated because I broke 2 nails while on my little endeavor.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Maybe&lt;/span&gt; tomorrow will be better&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6448382451647371873-3751180215840564746?l=delyn-katiesquirks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delyn-katiesquirks.blogspot.com/feeds/3751180215840564746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6448382451647371873&amp;postID=3751180215840564746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6448382451647371873/posts/default/3751180215840564746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6448382451647371873/posts/default/3751180215840564746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delyn-katiesquirks.blogspot.com/2008/08/dead-cars.html' title='Dead Cars!'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14517026511048105021</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-6448382451647371873.post-8738940896774594410</id><published>2008-08-25T12:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T13:14:34.467-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kids I love em!</title><content type='html'>Today I was sitting at my computer in the church and I could hear my daughter, Anna, playing in the daycare.  All of a sudden I hear her yell "I love you Boyfriend," and then I hear the other little boy yell back "I love you!," so I stuck my head out the door just to make for sure that it was my daughter and sure enough it was.  She was so embarrassed she kept &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;saying&lt;/span&gt; "No mom, you didn't hear me," kids are so funny.  The little boy she was talking to has been at the daycare since she was 8 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;months &lt;/span&gt;old and they are both 3 now.  We have periodically caught them causing mischief together in the daycare. Next year they will start school together.  His mother and I have decided to keep our cell phones off during the day to avoid the phone calls from the principle.  My daughter acts just like me.  Boy am I in for it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6448382451647371873-8738940896774594410?l=delyn-katiesquirks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delyn-katiesquirks.blogspot.com/feeds/8738940896774594410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6448382451647371873&amp;postID=8738940896774594410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6448382451647371873/posts/default/8738940896774594410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6448382451647371873/posts/default/8738940896774594410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delyn-katiesquirks.blogspot.com/2008/08/kids-i-love-em.html' title='Kids I love em!'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14517026511048105021</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-6448382451647371873.post-1566302008885019795</id><published>2008-08-20T12:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T12:53:23.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Direction</title><content type='html'>Well I love it when God gives me direction. I get so excited &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; it usually means growth.  Even when its dealing with me. Can I just tell you a little of what I've been seeing and hearing.  God doesn't like it when we criticize others.  As a matter of fact let me tell you what he says about criticizing in James 4:11.  It says "Don't speak evil against each other, my dear brothers and sisters.&lt;a class="ftnt" href="http://www.blueletterbible.org/cgi-bin/tools/printer-friendly.pl?book=Jam&amp;amp;chapter=4&amp;amp;version=NLT#_fnt_3" name="fnt_3"&gt;[&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;fn&lt;/span&gt;3]&lt;/a&gt; If you criticize each other and condemn each other, then you are criticizing and condemning God's law. But you are not a judge who can decide whether the law is right or wrong. Your job is to obey it. " Sometimes when we start to focus in on trying to witness to other people we tend to talk about their issues.  So when we think about being negative and talking about other peoples problems in, what we think is an innocent way we nees to look and see what our motives really are.  So when you find yourself in this type of situation let us reflect on what it says in James.  Have a very Blessed Day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6448382451647371873-1566302008885019795?l=delyn-katiesquirks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delyn-katiesquirks.blogspot.com/feeds/1566302008885019795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6448382451647371873&amp;postID=1566302008885019795' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6448382451647371873/posts/default/1566302008885019795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6448382451647371873/posts/default/1566302008885019795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delyn-katiesquirks.blogspot.com/2008/08/direction.html' title='Direction'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14517026511048105021</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-6448382451647371873.post-6394435242324274369</id><published>2008-08-19T11:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T11:09:43.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stressful</title><content type='html'>I really hate fundraisers! They require so much work! Why can't we just be lazy? Well I guess we could but we would never have any money to do anything.  So have I mentioned that I hate fundraisers &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;hehe&lt;/span&gt;!  Well I guess God requires us to do our part to.  Sometimes that stinks! Well got to get back to work on this wonderful fundraiser.  C-ya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6448382451647371873-6394435242324274369?l=delyn-katiesquirks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delyn-katiesquirks.blogspot.com/feeds/6394435242324274369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6448382451647371873&amp;postID=6394435242324274369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6448382451647371873/posts/default/6394435242324274369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6448382451647371873/posts/default/6394435242324274369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delyn-katiesquirks.blogspot.com/2008/08/stressful.html' title='Stressful'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14517026511048105021</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-6448382451647371873.post-1153435607530866590</id><published>2008-08-12T08:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T08:36:20.305-07:00</updated><title type='text'>God is Good!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hv_kT7s7-6c/SKGsu2gEbwI/AAAAAAAAACc/HblI1jlMLtk/s1600-h/Pictures+of+youth+at+youth+camp+08+120.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; OK! Yesterday God gave me a back bone. I was able to stand strong in a situation where normally I wud cave and enable people but God gave me words to speak that were non offensive an He kept the door open for me to still be able to minister to these people. Then later on in the day I faced another situation where someone needed some truth brought to the forefront and once again God gave me the boldness to speak his truth to this person and once again it was non offensive. Its amazing how things work when you rely totally on Gods Spirit to direct you in every situation in your life even the small ones. Challenge for today, keep your ears tuned in to that still small voice directing every little decision you make.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6448382451647371873-1153435607530866590?l=delyn-katiesquirks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delyn-katiesquirks.blogspot.com/feeds/1153435607530866590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6448382451647371873&amp;postID=1153435607530866590' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6448382451647371873/posts/default/1153435607530866590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6448382451647371873/posts/default/1153435607530866590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delyn-katiesquirks.blogspot.com/2008/08/god-is-good.html' title='God is Good!'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14517026511048105021</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6448382451647371873.post-2051755999778083728</id><published>2008-08-06T07:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T07:20:07.763-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Work and More Work</title><content type='html'>Last night I had some girls, from the youth group and 2 of Annas friends, stay the night at my house.  The girls from the youth group are going to help me do some work in my house.  We are trying to finish up the remodeling that I started and Anna and her friends are going to swim and play outside.  Well, we will see just how much work we get done today!  Have a very blessed!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6448382451647371873-2051755999778083728?l=delyn-katiesquirks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delyn-katiesquirks.blogspot.com/feeds/2051755999778083728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6448382451647371873&amp;postID=2051755999778083728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6448382451647371873/posts/default/2051755999778083728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6448382451647371873/posts/default/2051755999778083728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delyn-katiesquirks.blogspot.com/2008/08/work-and-more-work.html' title='Work and More Work'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14517026511048105021</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-6448382451647371873.post-3080428457192294459</id><published>2008-08-04T09:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T09:30:06.693-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What to talk abou?</title><content type='html'>Really i don't have much to say today!  Oh yeah today &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;wuz&lt;/span&gt; Macy's first day to sit in an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;excersaucer&lt;/span&gt; she liked it a lot, she laughed and wore herself out real quick. Here's something else, have I said here lately how much I like our youth group?  They are all &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;sooooo&lt;/span&gt; cool and so much fun to be around.  I try real hard to hold a serious conversation with them but then they do something totally off the wall and we are off on a long rabbit trail and I am usually right along with them and then I catch myself and we bring it back to the main topic and then, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;OOOPS&lt;/span&gt;, here we go again.   It really is quite funny!  Anyway they are all maturing so much in their walk with God and to be honest they still have their times but are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;probably&lt;/span&gt; the most respectful youth you could find and did I mention they have such wonderful servant hearts.  I am so blessed to have such neat people in my life!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6448382451647371873-3080428457192294459?l=delyn-katiesquirks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delyn-katiesquirks.blogspot.com/feeds/3080428457192294459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6448382451647371873&amp;postID=3080428457192294459' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6448382451647371873/posts/default/3080428457192294459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6448382451647371873/posts/default/3080428457192294459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delyn-katiesquirks.blogspot.com/2008/08/what-to-talk-abou.html' title='What to talk abou?'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14517026511048105021</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-6448382451647371873.post-7989407943454197421</id><published>2008-07-28T10:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T11:51:23.579-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hv_kT7s7-6c/SI4SIIO9H8I/AAAAAAAAACE/3t-3449-5pA/s1600-h/Pictures+of+youth+at+youth+camp+08+122.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hv_kT7s7-6c/SI4TCcijrJI/AAAAAAAAACU/5a9MNjLoDtw/s1600-h/Pictures+of+youth+at+youth+camp+08+105.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hv_kT7s7-6c/SI4QjN3BhzI/AAAAAAAAABs/4iR5KeFnzWg/s1600-h/Pictures+of+youth+at+youth+camp+08+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well we took a trip with the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;uth&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Branson&lt;/span&gt; this weekend it was a lot of fun. We went to Silver Dollar City. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Michael&lt;/span&gt; rode all the roller coasters some of them he rode 4 times in a row and he has never had the nerve to get on anything that he doesn't have control over. &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hv_kT7s7-6c/SI4QjN3BhzI/AAAAAAAAABs/4iR5KeFnzWg/s1600-h/Pictures+of+youth+at+youth+camp+08+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;We (the girls) stayed up til 3 o'clock in the morning just having fun and visiting. We are going to take another trip to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Branson&lt;/span&gt; in December and go to some shows and have some more fun. We all had great bonding time! I left my girls in great hands. I came home from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Branson&lt;/span&gt; and my girls were still breathing (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;hehe&lt;/span&gt;), and my house was almost &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;spotless&lt;/span&gt;. So I returned the favor with cash it meant so much to come home and my house be clean and I went without my children (an &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hv_kT7s7-6c/SI4QjN3BhzI/AAAAAAAAABs/4iR5KeFnzWg/s1600-h/Pictures+of+youth+at+youth+camp+08+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;d if you know me, you know that it wasn't easy for me to leave my &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hv_kT7s7-6c/SI4QjN3BhzI/AAAAAAAAABs/4iR5KeFnzWg/s1600-h/Pictures+of+youth+at+youth+camp+08+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hv_kT7s7-6c/SI4QjN3BhzI/AAAAAAAAABs/4iR5KeFnzWg/s1600-h/Pictures+of+youth+at+youth+camp+08+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hv_kT7s7-6c/SI4QjN3BhzI/AAAAAAAAABs/4iR5KeFnzWg/s1600-h/Pictures+of+youth+at+youth+camp+08+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hv_kT7s7-6c/SI4QjN3BhzI/AAAAAAAAABs/4iR5KeFnzWg/s1600-h/Pictures+of+youth+at+youth+camp+08+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;kids.) I appreciate Holly R&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;arick&lt;/span&gt; so much. S &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hv_kT7s7-6c/SI4QjN3BhzI/AAAAAAAAABs/4iR5KeFnzWg/s1600-h/Pictures+of+youth+at+youth+camp+08+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228134414625638194" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 196px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" height="210" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hv_kT7s7-6c/SI4QjN3BhzI/AAAAAAAAABs/4iR5KeFnzWg/s320/Pictures+of+youth+at+youth+camp+08+002.jpg" width="257" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;o special THANKS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hv_kT7s7-6c/SI4TCcijrJI/AAAAAAAAACU/5a9MNjLoDtw/s1600-h/Pictures+of+youth+at+youth+camp+08+105.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228137150165527698" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="167" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hv_kT7s7-6c/SI4TCcijrJI/AAAAAAAAACU/5a9MNjLoDtw/s320/Pictures+of+youth+at+youth+camp+08+105.jpg" width="257" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hv_kT7s7-6c/SI4SmEfPXKI/AAAAAAAAACM/VHR2I8zDaAA/s1600-h/Pictures+of+youth+at+youth+camp+08+102.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228136662672825506" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hv_kT7s7-6c/SI4SmEfPXKI/AAAAAAAAACM/VHR2I8zDaAA/s320/Pictures+of+youth+at+youth+camp+08+102.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/6448382451647371873-7989407943454197421?l=delyn-katiesquirks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delyn-katiesquirks.blogspot.com/feeds/7989407943454197421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6448382451647371873&amp;postID=7989407943454197421' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6448382451647371873/posts/default/7989407943454197421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6448382451647371873/posts/default/7989407943454197421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delyn-katiesquirks.blogspot.com/2008/07/well-we-took-trip-with-uth-to-branson.html' title=''/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14517026511048105021</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://bp1.blogger.com/_hv_kT7s7-6c/SI4QjN3BhzI/AAAAAAAAABs/4iR5KeFnzWg/s72-c/Pictures+of+youth+at+youth+camp+08+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6448382451647371873.post-2445206456779661594</id><published>2008-07-22T07:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T07:45:20.952-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Remodeling!</title><content type='html'>Well I have started remodeling my living room and kitchen.  Nothing real big just painting, putting up trim, changing light fixtures, and replacing our sliding glass doors with French doors.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Here's&lt;/span&gt; the kicker, I had decided to scrape the popcorn texture off the ceiling and paint it.  Well I started painting and guess what?!  The paint peeled right off!  Got any suggestions?  I talked to several people that have accomplished this task, and none of them have dealt with this issue.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; not stressed out about it but I could certainly use some advice, and PT or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;PJ&lt;/span&gt; I don't want to hear your &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;sarcasm&lt;/span&gt; he he.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6448382451647371873-2445206456779661594?l=delyn-katiesquirks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delyn-katiesquirks.blogspot.com/feeds/2445206456779661594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6448382451647371873&amp;postID=2445206456779661594' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6448382451647371873/posts/default/2445206456779661594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6448382451647371873/posts/default/2445206456779661594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delyn-katiesquirks.blogspot.com/2008/07/remodeling.html' title='Remodeling!'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14517026511048105021</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-6448382451647371873.post-407250260209252605</id><published>2008-07-17T09:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T09:54:03.761-07:00</updated><title type='text'>God is more than words can express!</title><content type='html'>We are finished with revival and it was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; and eye opener for me on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;allot&lt;/span&gt; of circumstances in my life, and confirmation on other things. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; so glad for the time we had this week to come into his presence, and worship him.  We are truly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;privileged&lt;/span&gt; people to have the freedom to praise God!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6448382451647371873-407250260209252605?l=delyn-katiesquirks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delyn-katiesquirks.blogspot.com/feeds/407250260209252605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6448382451647371873&amp;postID=407250260209252605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6448382451647371873/posts/default/407250260209252605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6448382451647371873/posts/default/407250260209252605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delyn-katiesquirks.blogspot.com/2008/07/god-is-more-than-words-can-express.html' title='God is more than words can express!'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14517026511048105021</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-6448382451647371873.post-2650617973066683883</id><published>2008-07-16T07:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T08:23:18.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Revival</title><content type='html'>Well I have a few things on my mind this morning.  We have been in revival now going on 4 days.  We have had some wonderful services, really, there are no words to describe the presence, and the work that is taking place.  The one thing that baffles me is when God reveals himself and he is still rejected, people only wanting to accept the things that they want and refuse with every part of their being to submit &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;everything&lt;/span&gt; in their lives over to God.  They want to encounter God but wont give up the deep dark issues, they just want to shove them under the bed and say "Oh, it's all good!", but the thing is, is that God requires every part of our life not just what we want to give him, he is a jealous God, he wants it all.  I feel this way because God started showing me the things in my life that needed to be turned over and I guess I should say that it's not always easy.  I even have said to God "I don't think I know how to turn this over to you," but I have come to realize that it requires constant prayer of saying "Ok Father I lift this up to you right now, please take this from me." One thing we need to know is that God cant work in is full glory in our lives until everything is submitted to him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6448382451647371873-2650617973066683883?l=delyn-katiesquirks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delyn-katiesquirks.blogspot.com/feeds/2650617973066683883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6448382451647371873&amp;postID=2650617973066683883' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6448382451647371873/posts/default/2650617973066683883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6448382451647371873/posts/default/2650617973066683883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delyn-katiesquirks.blogspot.com/2008/07/revival.html' title='Revival'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14517026511048105021</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-6448382451647371873.post-4485411904774255776</id><published>2008-07-09T10:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T10:40:06.563-07:00</updated><title type='text'>yea!</title><content type='html'>Hali is feeling much better just pulling the middle child &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;syndrome&lt;/span&gt; right now.  I feel better too, my hair is starting to grow back.  Talk to you later have a very blessed day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6448382451647371873-4485411904774255776?l=delyn-katiesquirks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delyn-katiesquirks.blogspot.com/feeds/4485411904774255776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6448382451647371873&amp;postID=4485411904774255776' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6448382451647371873/posts/default/4485411904774255776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6448382451647371873/posts/default/4485411904774255776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delyn-katiesquirks.blogspot.com/2008/07/yea.html' title='yea!'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14517026511048105021</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-6448382451647371873.post-7674359501918470439</id><published>2008-07-08T07:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T08:12:44.591-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"patience" its wonderful</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hv_kT7s7-6c/SHOCao8-zKI/AAAAAAAAABU/D6ifAjTEhCU/s1600-h/New+Baby+and+family+get+together+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220659787233938594" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 252px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 202px" height="217" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hv_kT7s7-6c/SHOCao8-zKI/AAAAAAAAABU/D6ifAjTEhCU/s320/New+Baby+and+family+get+together+007.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hv_kT7s7-6c/SHOCHoc3pvI/AAAAAAAAABM/zcZFBENBVJU/s1600-h/New+Baby+and+family+get+together+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hv_kT7s7-6c/SHOBx56-7II/AAAAAAAAABE/9IOUBdeGslM/s1600-h/New+Baby+and+family+get+together+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My middle child is not feeling well she has been running fever going on three days now. When one of your children is sick you stay at home with them, try to comfort them, and hope they get to feeling better real soon because if they don't their whining is going to drive you absolutely crazy. So please pray that Hali will feel better real soon or she might get traded in for a new one, just joking, as much as she is driving me crazy right now i would miss those car sized dimples when she smiles. Please pray for her I'm pretty for sure she is just teething. Pray for me to I only have one hair left on my head to pull out! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6448382451647371873-7674359501918470439?l=delyn-katiesquirks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delyn-katiesquirks.blogspot.com/feeds/7674359501918470439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6448382451647371873&amp;postID=7674359501918470439' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6448382451647371873/posts/default/7674359501918470439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6448382451647371873/posts/default/7674359501918470439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delyn-katiesquirks.blogspot.com/2008/07/patience-its-wonderful.html' title='&quot;patience&quot; its wonderful'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14517026511048105021</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://bp1.blogger.com/_hv_kT7s7-6c/SHOCao8-zKI/AAAAAAAAABU/D6ifAjTEhCU/s72-c/New+Baby+and+family+get+together+007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6448382451647371873.post-6108046316906895711</id><published>2008-06-18T07:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T08:10:17.727-07:00</updated><title type='text'>busy times</title><content type='html'>Well life seems to be getting busier and busier.  Sometimes we often forget the important things in life, like spending time with one who gave us life.  I often have to be reminded that when you are putting God first in every aspect of your life and turning everything completely over to him and not holding onto even just a little bit but completely letting go and trusting and having faith in God everything else seems to fall right in place.  To anyone who reads this remember it takes completely relying on God and giving everything to him.  Have a great and very blessed day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6448382451647371873-6108046316906895711?l=delyn-katiesquirks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delyn-katiesquirks.blogspot.com/feeds/6108046316906895711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6448382451647371873&amp;postID=6108046316906895711' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6448382451647371873/posts/default/6108046316906895711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6448382451647371873/posts/default/6108046316906895711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delyn-katiesquirks.blogspot.com/2008/06/busy-times.html' title='busy times'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14517026511048105021</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-6448382451647371873.post-8227888391512673786</id><published>2008-06-03T06:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T07:34:22.852-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bad day</title><content type='html'>Yesterday my husband had a horrible day at work!  First of all when he got to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Frito&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ben&lt;/span&gt;, where he loads his chips, his window on the front of the truck was broke out so he could not deliver the chips to his stores.  Needless to say the managers at the stores were furious&lt;strong&gt; at him&lt;/strong&gt; of course.  He did what he could, he went in and pulled the chips from the back of the stores and filled the shelves to the best of his ability. &lt;br /&gt;Then on his way home he stopped at a gas station to get a drink, and on his way out of the store some guy, that my husband did not know,  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;approached him and proceeded to tell him how worthless his he and his dads family are.  My husband said "ok", sarcastically, and continued to walk off and the guy threw a punch at him, he leaned back and the mans hand cought him across the nose.  My husband then proceeded to hit this person until he backed off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;I have slight problems with this situation. I don't feel that he should be fighting but i don't feel that he should let the poo kicked out of him either.  Yet he has a higher standard to uphold, so Im not for sure how to feel.  I guess its not that big of a deal considering that was yesterday and today is a new day.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6448382451647371873-8227888391512673786?l=delyn-katiesquirks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delyn-katiesquirks.blogspot.com/feeds/8227888391512673786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6448382451647371873&amp;postID=8227888391512673786' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6448382451647371873/posts/default/8227888391512673786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6448382451647371873/posts/default/8227888391512673786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delyn-katiesquirks.blogspot.com/2008/06/bad-day.html' title='bad day'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14517026511048105021</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6448382451647371873.post-6602166941367131927</id><published>2008-05-28T08:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T09:08:17.048-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OK!OK!OK!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hv_kT7s7-6c/SD2DN-84iqI/AAAAAAAAAA4/UGzebXyXuis/s1600-h/New+Baby+and+family+get+together+063.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hv_kT7s7-6c/SD2CzO84ipI/AAAAAAAAAAw/YxyOuRPzHZg/s1600-h/Fall+2007+Pastoral+Staff.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hv_kT7s7-6c/SD2AA-84inI/AAAAAAAAAAg/RW1sR9k4PXg/s1600-h/New+Baby+and+family+get+together+052.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hv_kT7s7-6c/SD2AB-84ioI/AAAAAAAAAAo/azsnFLq72Bk/s1600-h/macycaite.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205457515876747906" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 315px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" height="240" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hv_kT7s7-6c/SD2AB-84ioI/AAAAAAAAAAo/azsnFLq72Bk/s320/macycaite.jpg" width="271" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well I obviously have not been blogging very well and Pastor Pat your thought process of my phone and blogging while &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt;.......you know: is well...... you know....... gross, but made me laugh really hard. I started back to work yesterday and had a great time. We, the workers at Shear Magic, had a benefit to help the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;tornado&lt;/span&gt; victims in Pitcher. Yesterday from 9-2 we done $5 haircuts and accepted donations of money, food, and clothing. We raised over $400 and had 3 bags of clothing, and a bag of canned foods. I would say for the most part it was pretty successful. When you look at all the damage and all the things that people lost $400 might not look like very much, but every little bit counts. It was great to watch how my co-workers were so excited they could do something to help.&lt;br /&gt;My little bundle of joy is 2 weeks old now and her big sisters are so excited she is here. We are all still &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;adjusting&lt;/span&gt; to having a new family member. I always forget how much one tiny little person can change your life so much. Any way got to go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6448382451647371873-6602166941367131927?l=delyn-katiesquirks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delyn-katiesquirks.blogspot.com/feeds/6602166941367131927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6448382451647371873&amp;postID=6602166941367131927' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6448382451647371873/posts/default/6602166941367131927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6448382451647371873/posts/default/6602166941367131927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delyn-katiesquirks.blogspot.com/2008/05/okokok.html' title='OK!OK!OK!'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14517026511048105021</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/_hv_kT7s7-6c/SD2AB-84ioI/AAAAAAAAAAo/azsnFLq72Bk/s72-c/macycaite.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6448382451647371873.post-1309063020000123808</id><published>2008-05-14T12:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T12:54:18.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my time is over!</title><content type='html'>Well now I have had the baby!!!!!!!!  We came home today, or to the church, and behold the first thing I hear is sassy chic griping about me not having my blog up to date with stuff (ok, links.)  Well all I have to say is she might be right so my time of using "I can't do it right now, I'm pregnant," is over.  So here you go sassy chic I hope you sleep well at night knowing this is the first thing I took care of while my new poor baby is being completely mistreated by Ms. Stacy.  Just kidding I didn't feel like going home yet.  I love you Sassy Chic.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6448382451647371873-1309063020000123808?l=delyn-katiesquirks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delyn-katiesquirks.blogspot.com/feeds/1309063020000123808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6448382451647371873&amp;postID=1309063020000123808' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6448382451647371873/posts/default/1309063020000123808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6448382451647371873/posts/default/1309063020000123808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delyn-katiesquirks.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-time-is-over.html' title='my time is over!'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14517026511048105021</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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6448382451647371873.post-1608470201113296295</id><published>2008-05-08T06:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T07:38:06.292-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy Bee</title><content type='html'>I have been trying to get all my stuff done before the baby gets here my grandma has been helping with EVERYTHING she's a great woman.  It doesn't matter how tired the woman is she just keeps going.  My grandparents have not always lived here. All my life they lived in Alaska so I was not used to having grandparents around.  After my mom passed away they moved down here and I am so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;grateful&lt;/span&gt; I have now had the opportunity to get to know my grandparents in a whole different way and what Godly, wonderful, giving people they are.  God has richly blessed my life with people who care and are always there.  My pastors wife, as well as my closest friend, has often taken me to the hospital at odd hours of the evening not to mention how she's put up with my hormonal cry sessions. Then there's is my brother who never lets me procrastinate.  He has helped me fix my car, plumbing in my house, loaned me his car to drive while mine is being fixed which has been more than once, not to mention he just never leaves me alone.  And then there's our youth group. I love them more than words can express they bless my heart &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;every time&lt;/span&gt; I see them,  they are wonderful with my children and accept them all the time with open arms.  So I would like to say Thank You for all the help from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;everyone&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6448382451647371873-1608470201113296295?l=delyn-katiesquirks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delyn-katiesquirks.blogspot.com/feeds/1608470201113296295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6448382451647371873&amp;postID=1608470201113296295' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6448382451647371873/posts/default/1608470201113296295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6448382451647371873/posts/default/1608470201113296295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delyn-katiesquirks.blogspot.com/2008/05/busy-bee.html' title='Busy Bee'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14517026511048105021</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-6448382451647371873.post-1290033719874860208</id><published>2008-05-06T14:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T14:18:53.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'>frustrated</title><content type='html'>Today I drank mineral oil to try and send myself into labor.  Guess what? It did not work. As a matter of fact you could not pay me enough money to do it again. Although everyone found it quite funny, I gagged the whole time.  I have decided that God is the one that is always in control and I just decided to punish myself with worldly techniques!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6448382451647371873-1290033719874860208?l=delyn-katiesquirks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delyn-katiesquirks.blogspot.com/feeds/1290033719874860208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6448382451647371873&amp;postID=1290033719874860208' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6448382451647371873/posts/default/1290033719874860208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6448382451647371873/posts/default/1290033719874860208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delyn-katiesquirks.blogspot.com/2008/05/frustrated.html' title='frustrated'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14517026511048105021</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></feed>
