<?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-6251366071306456510</id><updated>2011-11-27T17:18:14.447-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks for Stopping By</title><subtitle type='html'>Random thoughts, meditations &amp;amp; musings ...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debhash.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251366071306456510/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debhash.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Deb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13138998142200257942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9Zt-8o5ew_E/Tj_s4U0aSgI/AAAAAAAAAH4/MKXQlO8viYg/s220/cut%2B%2526%2Bglasses.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>99</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6251366071306456510.post-1297264866893270215</id><published>2009-12-13T17:32:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T17:56:03.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'>decisions, changes &amp; trailer toffee ...</title><content type='html'>Since I'm on FaceBook so much, I tend to forget about blogging. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pace of life is ever moving ~ changing direction ~ swirling like a dust devil @ times. More &amp; more, I am learning to look for ~ sometimes create ~ moments of quiet ... time with Father. I'd go absolutely bonkers if I didn't slow down from time to time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last month, I spent 2 wks in TX with the folks. Aunt Deloras (Dad's baby sister) visited for 8 days, so I was there to help with meals, driving, etc. It was such a joy to be there ~ spend time with the folks as they read Scripture, prayed, worshiped spontaneously. Dad's cancer continues to invade their lives ~ he is getting weaker &amp;, since I've come home, requires increased pain meds. Dan, Laura &amp; Jacob arrive there tomorrow night. I don't know if Dave &amp; I will get to be there before Dad goes Home. We continue to trust Father for His perfect timing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a result of my undefined schedule, I'm no longer working @ Edible Arrangements. I certainly understand that they need someone who will simply be there ~ not wondering if I'll call in &amp; dash off to TX. So, I'm among the ranks of the unemployed ~ again. Thankfully, the Lord provides for us thru Dave's job &amp; I don't have to work. We'll wait until later to see what Father wants me to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This gives me time @ home to get projects done, laundry &amp; care for my family. I am enjoying the time. Father is so gracious to me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the fun side, Diane ~ my fabulous neighbor ~ brought over a bit of Trailer Toffee for us. It was gone in a flash! When I called her, one of the boys answered. I said, "Tell your mom I want the recipe." When Diane called back, she was laughing bec. he told her, "Miss Deb called and said she wants the rest of it." So, here's "The Rest of It" for Trailer Toffee:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trailer Toffee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preheat oven to 400°.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You need:&lt;br /&gt;1 cookie sheet&lt;br /&gt;35 saltines&lt;br /&gt;1/2 C butter&lt;br /&gt;1/2 C brown sugar&lt;br /&gt;2 C (16 oz) chocolate chips&lt;br /&gt;1 C chopped nuts (your choice!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's what you do:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spread 35 saltines out on cookie sheet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Combine butter and brown sugar in sauce pan. Boil 3 min. Pour brown sugar mixture over crackers &amp; spread out to cover them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bake @ 400° for 7 min. Spread 16 oz (2 C) chocolate chips on top (I like dark chocolate). Sprinkle chopped nuts over part or all of chocolate (almonds, pecans …). Put in fridge until cool. Break into pieces &amp; serve, gift, enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6251366071306456510-1297264866893270215?l=debhash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debhash.blogspot.com/feeds/1297264866893270215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://debhash.blogspot.com/2009/12/decisions-changes-trailer-toffee.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251366071306456510/posts/default/1297264866893270215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251366071306456510/posts/default/1297264866893270215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debhash.blogspot.com/2009/12/decisions-changes-trailer-toffee.html' title='decisions, changes &amp; trailer toffee ...'/><author><name>Deb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13138998142200257942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9Zt-8o5ew_E/Tj_s4U0aSgI/AAAAAAAAAH4/MKXQlO8viYg/s220/cut%2B%2526%2Bglasses.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6251366071306456510.post-6432053175870361044</id><published>2009-10-29T21:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T21:48:05.275-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Prelude to a Recital</title><content type='html'>When you were little, did you ever stand on an adult's feet ~ maybe your daddy, an uncle, cousin or older sibling ~ and as you stood on their feet, you held hands and "danced"? Actually, the adult was doing the dancing, but you heard the music, felt the movement, laughed and delighted in the dance. If you were anything like me, you asked to "do it again" when it stopped and when you were together again, you couldn't wait to dance. It was your own special time ~ your own special dance that no one else shared or knew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I have watched my in-laws during this year of change (move from CO to TX, cancer discovery &amp; diagnosis, making decisions), it has been like watching them dance. At first, I thought I recognized some of the steps and would hum along. But, somewhere along the way, I couldn't hear the music anymore and the steps didn't always make sense. It was then that I realized they are each standing on Father's feet, holding His hands, and letting Him teach them the dance ~ their own special dance that no one else could share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, it would seem that Father is beginning the last turns around the room. The music will begin to swell as Dad becomes more and more familiar with the music he hears. The final crescendo will end his dance here ~ we will weep with joy for the magnificent finale while at the same time crying tears of sorrow that the dance has come to an end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, that's just our side of the event! At the crescendo, Dad will make his entrance into the Grand Ballroom where Father will present him to all the other dancers. Dad will put his feet on the floor and give his first solo dance for Father while all the others sing along, swaying to the music that they can all hear ~ the song of heaven, the praises of our Redeemer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are beginning our approach to Dad's final dance on earth. I still can't hear the music, but I know Dad can. There are tears, laughter, sweet peace and calm ... as Dad gradually begins to move closer to Father's toes ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every one of us should be dancing! Father teaches us all the same steps ... just not necessarily in the same order. If you aren't sure of the steps, lean in, closer to his chest so you can hear the song. Learn to feel the tempo, to hear the phrasing of the melody as He moves His feet under yours, holding your hands, teaching you the dance He has choreographed just for you ... can you hear it ... hmmm-hmm-hmmm ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6251366071306456510-6432053175870361044?l=debhash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debhash.blogspot.com/feeds/6432053175870361044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://debhash.blogspot.com/2009/10/prelude-to-recital.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251366071306456510/posts/default/6432053175870361044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251366071306456510/posts/default/6432053175870361044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debhash.blogspot.com/2009/10/prelude-to-recital.html' title='Prelude to a Recital'/><author><name>Deb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13138998142200257942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9Zt-8o5ew_E/Tj_s4U0aSgI/AAAAAAAAAH4/MKXQlO8viYg/s220/cut%2B%2526%2Bglasses.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6251366071306456510.post-195828388237497704</id><published>2009-09-27T10:33:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T10:44:56.954-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's fall ... in more ways than one!</title><content type='html'>Fall came this week ~ cooler temps, cloudy skies &amp; rain. But, summer came again yesterday &amp; has decided to stick around another day or so. The sunshine, warm breeze &amp; warmth are welcome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our old fence fell this week! YEAH!!! The new fence isn't done yet. I know it's been delayed bec. of the weather, but it's disappointing that the weekend came &amp; it's not done. I'm hoping it'll be complete by the end of tomorrow. An actual privacy fence! A double gate to the back yard! We have been dreaming of this for years!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boys' shower wall got smashed up a bit this week ~ on purpose. There has been a leak, so I tried to get it to the point where all the plumber had to do was come in &amp; fix it. Yeah ... that didn't go as planned. With my tennis elbow, I didn't get it all smashed. But, using a crow bar &amp; hammer was therapeutic! I found a different plumber than we've been using for a few years. Reasonable rates &amp; good work. Besides fixing the shower problem, he took out the two old sinks (boys' &amp; our bathrooms) &amp; installed the new ones I've had for several months. Now I have to find someone to fix the hole in the wall!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's all costing more than I had hoped. Phooey! I know that the Lord will provide every penny ~ &amp; I'm grateful for my new job which will certainly help toward this! I'm praying it will all be done before Dave gets home from this round of travels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, Dave &amp; his dad are flying to Paris, France for a week with Dan &amp; Terry in Normandy. I pray it will be a time of blessing for them all. I know Dave will be exhausted when he gets back ~ emotions, time change, jumping right back into work. So, I also pray the Lord will give him strength, endurance &amp; good health for the weeks ahead.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6251366071306456510-195828388237497704?l=debhash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debhash.blogspot.com/feeds/195828388237497704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://debhash.blogspot.com/2009/09/its-fall-in-more-ways-than-one.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251366071306456510/posts/default/195828388237497704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251366071306456510/posts/default/195828388237497704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debhash.blogspot.com/2009/09/its-fall-in-more-ways-than-one.html' title='It&apos;s fall ... in more ways than one!'/><author><name>Deb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13138998142200257942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9Zt-8o5ew_E/Tj_s4U0aSgI/AAAAAAAAAH4/MKXQlO8viYg/s220/cut%2B%2526%2Bglasses.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6251366071306456510.post-4166724297786716863</id><published>2009-08-28T10:17:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T10:50:29.242-06:00</updated><title type='text'>End of summer ...</title><content type='html'>Without the various home projects this summer, I don't think I would have made it thru the summer months. There were long, dark days of debilitating depression. Only having stuff to do got me out of bed most days ~ at least I got out of bed every day. Med adjustments &amp; other helps have allowed me to get back on track. Still adjusting to some of the changes, but doing MUCH better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides getting the office/guest room done, I hired a painting crew to do the entry, living room, stairway &amp; upstairs hall. The colors went from dark green &amp; multiple colors of butterscotch to beige with a pink tint. SO much better! I knew I couldn't do it myself &amp; was grateful to have it done by a crew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After getting the living room painted, Giles &amp; Joe helped pull up the 20+ yr. old carpet. The hardwood floor underneath is FABULOUS! No refinishing required. What a blessing! Dave didn't know about any of it, so he was REALLY surprised when he got home from 3 wks of being on the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While Dave was on the next trip, my precious neighbor painted our bedroom for me. (I was diagnosed with tennis elbow, so I can't paint, crochet or reupholster like I enjoy doing. Altho, I did finish her other chair &amp; then got the sofa done while they were on vacation for a wk.) Again, after having the room painted, Giles, Joe &amp; Emily helped pull up the old carpet from the bedroom &amp; hall. LOTS of staples to pull out! Again, the floor is in fabulous condition. With the furniture rearranged (bed in the same place ~ no choice about that), curtains, coverlet &amp; throw rugs, the transformation is amazing! Again, Dave didn't know &amp; was pleased with the change when he got back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Friday was our 28th anniversary &amp; Dave REALLY surprised me with my gift. He had been planning to take me to Shelter Cove, CA since Feb. when he was out there. He wasn't going to tell me until a few hours before the flight left, but decided he needed me to get things ready bec. he had to be away on a job (Obama town hall in Grand Junction!). I was very glad he told me! Having lost nearly 20 lb, I had time to get clothing that fits (as opposed to belting 3+" at the waist!). We had a great time ~ quiet, foggy (which was fine with us), good food, talking &amp; even sightseeing. What a delightful vacation &amp; gift!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I can focus on getting things done around the house again. The basement STILL needs to be cleaned up. My neighbor is going to help re-do the two upstairs bathrooms (another project Dave doesn't know about!). And, I'm trying to be more diligent about picking up &amp; cleaning ~ not my strong suit, that's for sure. Having tennis elbow &amp; ligament problems with my left foot have really cramped my schedule &amp; plans, but I know the Lord will get me thru this too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I can be more consistent with updating my blog ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6251366071306456510-4166724297786716863?l=debhash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debhash.blogspot.com/feeds/4166724297786716863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://debhash.blogspot.com/2009/08/end-of-summer.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251366071306456510/posts/default/4166724297786716863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251366071306456510/posts/default/4166724297786716863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debhash.blogspot.com/2009/08/end-of-summer.html' title='End of summer ...'/><author><name>Deb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13138998142200257942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9Zt-8o5ew_E/Tj_s4U0aSgI/AAAAAAAAAH4/MKXQlO8viYg/s220/cut%2B%2526%2Bglasses.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6251366071306456510.post-8316800778048436339</id><published>2009-06-09T10:57:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T11:06:22.209-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Changes ...</title><content type='html'>Last week I faced major revelations about myself &amp; my marriage. Still processing it all &amp; adjusting. That's the thing with growing ~ there's always changes to deal with &amp; they aren't all pleasant/easy. Still have my "moments", but am learning to process &amp; make the necessary changes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also colored my hair after a year of "embracing the gray". The package said "auburn brown". It should have said "funky burgundy"! I'm getting lots of compliments on it, but it's really red! Almost copper. Weird. Hopefully it will fade a bit. I'm also letting my hair grow out ~ tired of the "pulling hair out by the roots" look &amp; having hair glue on everything I lean against.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The office/guest room has been painted new colors. Yeah for "oops" paints @ the hardware store! Only $10 for 2 colors &amp; they weren't used up! Now to get the furniture back in place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The $85 sofa bed is newly recovered with fabric that was only $115. Still, that's a great bargain. I will get a new ($200) mattress for it before anyone sleeps on it. Once the furniture is in place in the office, we can put the sofa bed up there. The free chair is only half recovered with fabric that was only $5/yard. Hope to have that done next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I helped my neighbor finish recovering one of two chairs. I also got the ottoman done. We'll get to the other chair &amp; couch later. Her husband was surprised &amp; pleased with the results. I was there 13 hours! Whew! But, we are working together &amp; both of us are learning lots!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, Arthur will paint the garage floor. YEAH!!! Joe &amp; I will dig holes &amp; plant three trees in the back yard. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to the hardware store for gloves before digging the holes. Gotta keep these pretty hands soft. Yeah ... right. I'm just really a girl about it all &amp; don't want blisters!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other changes are in the works, but I'll keep that secret for now ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6251366071306456510-8316800778048436339?l=debhash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debhash.blogspot.com/feeds/8316800778048436339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://debhash.blogspot.com/2009/06/changes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251366071306456510/posts/default/8316800778048436339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251366071306456510/posts/default/8316800778048436339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debhash.blogspot.com/2009/06/changes.html' title='Changes ...'/><author><name>Deb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13138998142200257942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9Zt-8o5ew_E/Tj_s4U0aSgI/AAAAAAAAAH4/MKXQlO8viYg/s220/cut%2B%2526%2Bglasses.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6251366071306456510.post-1104990499761738984</id><published>2009-05-19T07:18:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T07:32:51.058-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A sense of accomplishment!</title><content type='html'>The garage is almost done. Arthur said he'll paint the floor for me ~ since he has experience from doing it at the shop. I'll clean the floor well so it's easier for him to do &amp; the paint will last longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The handyman that I hired last week got some great things done! The old, weary, leaning awning structure off the back porch got taken down!!! He also took down the old (8-10 years?) satellite dish &amp; then made the step I tried to do last summer. With the "Welcome" stepping stone in it, it looks wonderful! What a blessing to have these things done &amp; crossed off the list!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sofa bed is reupholstered! YEAH!!! It looks great, if I do say so myself (&amp; I do!). After getting the cover stapled on, I unstapled the seat back &amp; put 2 layers of batting on &amp; then restapled the seat back cover. It looks much better now ~ the old fabric texture was telegraphing thru the new fabric, but the batting took care of that problem. The cushions were a bit troublesome, but with the help of fabric glue, I was able to get them together &amp; then sew the seams. It's not perfect, but it does look very nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i1evTNDVvr0/ShK0K4zCtbI/AAAAAAAAAG0/OiQJIcl96Hg/s1600-h/sofa+re-do.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i1evTNDVvr0/ShK0K4zCtbI/AAAAAAAAAG0/OiQJIcl96Hg/s320/sofa+re-do.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337526607525623218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more projects until after our trip to TX. Dave has a job down there on Sat., so we'll drive down, leaving Thur. afternoon. That means I need to start getting things ready to go ... oil change for the pick up, laundry, audio books, etc. I want to get the office painted &amp; the sofa bed up there, but that will have to wait until next week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6251366071306456510-1104990499761738984?l=debhash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debhash.blogspot.com/feeds/1104990499761738984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://debhash.blogspot.com/2009/05/sense-of-accomplishment.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251366071306456510/posts/default/1104990499761738984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251366071306456510/posts/default/1104990499761738984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debhash.blogspot.com/2009/05/sense-of-accomplishment.html' title='A sense of accomplishment!'/><author><name>Deb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13138998142200257942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9Zt-8o5ew_E/Tj_s4U0aSgI/AAAAAAAAAH4/MKXQlO8viYg/s220/cut%2B%2526%2Bglasses.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i1evTNDVvr0/ShK0K4zCtbI/AAAAAAAAAG0/OiQJIcl96Hg/s72-c/sofa+re-do.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6251366071306456510.post-4554065770569491255</id><published>2009-05-04T21:36:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T22:05:21.087-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Shopping &amp; trolling ...</title><content type='html'>Dave will be gone &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;a lot&lt;/span&gt; this summer ~ for weeks at a time. So, I've started getting projects lined up to keep my busy ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The futon in the office needs to be replaced for when we have overnight guests (or Dave has a cold). I figured a sofa bed would be the best solution. I found one at the Habitat for Humanity Liquidation store for $85. The fabric, although on sale, was more expensive than the sofa bed! But, since I saved so much on the sofa, I rationalized the fabric. In truth, I'll probably replace the mattress too ($200) ~ there's something creepy about sleeping on a used mattress, esp. when you don't know where it came from. (All together now, "ewwww"!) Here's the funny thing about the sofa bed ~ all three of our sons remember my folks having one &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;exactly &lt;/span&gt;like it when they lived here (5 yrs ago) ~ even the same fabric.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are a few rooms plus the stair well &amp; upstairs hall that need to be re-painted. I found 3 gallons of "oops" paint at a couple different stores paying $2 to $5 per gallon. Even if I need more than one gallon to finish a room, it will still have been a significant savings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to organize my tools in a small (19" x 40") space in the garage, so I made a work table from scraps from the shop. I neglected to measure the space before I made the table, so I had to borrow the circular saw from the shop to cut it down. Oh well, at least the legs were far enough from the edges that I could cut from each side to make it fit! I'll use leftover floor tiles on the top &amp; paint the rest of it. It's about 32" tall, so I can actually work at the table. I also want peg board &amp; hooks to hang my tools. A full sheet costs $16 at Home Depot, but there was a damaged sheet (cut off 5+"!), so I only had to pay $4. I won't even use all that I have ~ well, I may get dowels to cut &amp; insert in the holes to make a board to hold my sewing thread spools (just thought of that!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once a year, our city allows the residents to put out "junk" to be picked up by city trucks ~ broken fence posts, mattresses, old lawn chairs, etc. People have been trolling the neighborhoods, picking up what they want from the various piles ~ "one man's junk is another man's treasure". Well, I wasn't really trolling ~ I had to drive past the pile taking Dave to/from work. I found a chair ~ it has great "bones"! It will be the new desk chair in the office. All I need to do is recover it &amp; put on new wheels. Today, I found fabric that was 50% off the sale price, which was 50% the retail price (do the math ~ that's really 75% off the retail price!). It's beautiful &amp; was about $5 a yard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also need to clean, etch &amp; stain the garage floor, fix a couple of steps I started last summer (may sub that out ~ depending on if I go for cement or paving stones), plant some shrubs &amp; 4 trees (will need help digging the holes), fix the screen door (needs new screening, which I now have), &amp; hopefully, Dave will help me install an evaporative cooler when he's off for a week this month. Oh wait! He just called &amp; may have to make a trip to Dallas for a job. Rats! That means I'll have to spend more money to sub that out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Busy days ahead! I am grateful Father has provided time, energy, finances &amp; creativity to get it done. I will need to be steadfast to get each one done, rather than &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;almost &lt;/span&gt;done (which is my norm).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, if I can just get my pulled muscles to heal ... (don't ask!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6251366071306456510-4554065770569491255?l=debhash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debhash.blogspot.com/feeds/4554065770569491255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://debhash.blogspot.com/2009/05/shopping-trolling.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251366071306456510/posts/default/4554065770569491255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251366071306456510/posts/default/4554065770569491255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debhash.blogspot.com/2009/05/shopping-trolling.html' title='Shopping &amp; trolling ...'/><author><name>Deb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13138998142200257942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9Zt-8o5ew_E/Tj_s4U0aSgI/AAAAAAAAAH4/MKXQlO8viYg/s220/cut%2B%2526%2Bglasses.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6251366071306456510.post-8018587509700002135</id><published>2009-04-27T11:02:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T11:21:43.487-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Today ...</title><content type='html'>It's been so long since I've blogged. I've been on FaceBook a lot ~ snippets aren't the same, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our trip to TX over the Easter wkend was sweet &amp; tender. The folks rented a house on a lake for all of us (15!) to stay for two nights while we talked about Dad's prognosis &amp; they (Dad, Mom, Lori, David &amp; Dan) made decisions about Dad's care, treatment, future plans, etc. We had lots of fun together as well as times of worship, tears, eating, &amp; celebrated our relationship with Dad. Everyone wrote a letter to Dad &amp; read it to him while we were all together. More precious memories made!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The son of one of the mission founders interviewed Dad &amp; one of the other founders. He's put a video together from those interviews: http://video.yahoo.com/watch/4926507/13122101 which provides history, context &amp; shows the faithfulness of God. I am grateful someone took this on &amp; made it happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joe &amp; I drove down &amp; back, taking 2 days to get there &amp; one to get home. It was good to have him to help drive &amp; it gave us time to talk. He &amp; Dave had a real good talk while at the lake ~ connections &amp; understanding. I am so grateful for Father's tender care of Joe through David!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past week I drove to Scottsdale with Dave. I was supposed to drive the big rig down by myself &amp; Dave was to meet me there, flying in from Atlanta, but he had miscalculated the dates &amp; got off the plane in Denver so we could drive together. Although I didn't attend the event, it was good to be there to pray for them &amp; spend quiet time reading &amp; playing with Cali. It was warm, breezy, quiet at the resort. Such a blessing to be there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While there, I read &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;So You Don't Want to Go to Church Anymore&lt;/span&gt;. I had gotten it for Dave to read while he was on vacation in Feb. &amp; he insisted that I read it before he passes it on to someone else. It clearly speaks to where we are ~ have been ~ for the past 4-5 years regarding attending church. I've ordered the book to be sent to my dad for him to read. I don't expect him to like it, but I know he'll read it &amp; then we can have a couple of conversations about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dave has had a terrible cold/congestion &amp; the snoring has been incredibly loud! In fact, on the drive down to Scottsdale we stayed at a motel &amp; the guest in the room next to us pounded on the wall to get Dave to stop snoring. He didn't even hear it, so he didn't wake up. I had earplugs in &amp; still couldn't sleep, staying awake/working on my computer until 4:30 AM. I am praying this is over soon so we can both get rest!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, today I am resting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6251366071306456510-8018587509700002135?l=debhash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debhash.blogspot.com/feeds/8018587509700002135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://debhash.blogspot.com/2009/04/today.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251366071306456510/posts/default/8018587509700002135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251366071306456510/posts/default/8018587509700002135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debhash.blogspot.com/2009/04/today.html' title='Today ...'/><author><name>Deb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13138998142200257942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9Zt-8o5ew_E/Tj_s4U0aSgI/AAAAAAAAAH4/MKXQlO8viYg/s220/cut%2B%2526%2Bglasses.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6251366071306456510.post-806307376716815489</id><published>2009-03-25T14:59:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T15:34:10.125-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Breath Mint Marketing</title><content type='html'>Saturday night was the closing session of Christian Bookseller Expo at the Dallas Convention Center. We had brought Dave's folks ~ to spend time with us &amp; see the event. It was a wonderful evening!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just before the end of the event, I asked Mom Hash if she had a breath mint. She dug around in her purse, but came up empty. I saw a young woman standing in the aisle beside mix world. The music was loud (Nicole C. Mullen), so I got very close &amp; said, "You don't know me, but do you have a breath mint?" Laughing, she brought a little box out of her purse &amp; handed it to me. I popped a mint in my mouth &amp; handed the box back to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I stood behind Dave at mix world ~ thankful for the mint ~ the young woman asked, "Are you with the production company?" When I told her I am, she said, "I need to talk to you ..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right after the music stopped &amp; people began to leave, Vikki Wells said they (Thelma Wells Ministry) had a venue donated to them four weeks ago for an event to be held on May 22nd. They needed a production company ~ fast! They had already gotten two bids, but wanted to talk to Dave about getting a bid from us. Dave &amp; I talked with her &amp; then I sent her to talk to our friend Chris who had been the producer of the bookseller expo &amp; she knew. On my way out of the arena, I overheard Chris tell Vikki, "It's not about the equipment. It's about the people who operate the equipment. When I started working on this event, I knew immediately that I wanted to talk to Dave." What a blessing! (The fact that his wife is my very best friend had nothing to do with it ~ seriously! Nothing!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Monday evening, "the money man" called Dave to discuss what they wanted. He had been ready to make a decision, but waited to talk to Dave because Vikki had called him &amp; told him, "You need to talk to this guy!!!" After getting the info needed, Dave stayed up &amp; put a bid together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, Dave got a call from Vikki &amp; "the money man" ~ we got the job!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Coincidentally", just before we started the bookseller expo, a client had called to say they had to cancel their event ~ on May 22nd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah ... that's why I'm calling it &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Breath Mint Marketing&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6251366071306456510-806307376716815489?l=debhash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debhash.blogspot.com/feeds/806307376716815489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://debhash.blogspot.com/2009/03/breath-mint-marketing.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251366071306456510/posts/default/806307376716815489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251366071306456510/posts/default/806307376716815489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debhash.blogspot.com/2009/03/breath-mint-marketing.html' title='Breath Mint Marketing'/><author><name>Deb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13138998142200257942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9Zt-8o5ew_E/Tj_s4U0aSgI/AAAAAAAAAH4/MKXQlO8viYg/s220/cut%2B%2526%2Bglasses.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6251366071306456510.post-2419140153381958886</id><published>2009-03-18T10:19:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T10:43:18.307-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Change of scenery</title><content type='html'>We (Dave, Joe, Cali &amp; I) arrived in Dallas last night about 4:30 PM ~ in the middle of rush hour! Dave was driving the rented semi/trailer &amp; I was driving our rig. At one point, I was in the wrong gear &amp; ended up stalling on the I35E ~ in the middle lane. I had to turn it off &amp; restart it before I could get going. By then, there was a larger backup than there had been! Ahhh, the joys (&amp; frustrations) of driving a big rig in traffic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After parking the rigs @ the convention center dock, we put our luggage in our tractor, unhooked the trailer &amp; drover over to the hotel. Dave's folks met us there ~ Joe &amp; I will stay with them until Dave is done with the CPE event (strike on Sun.). Depending on the timing, if it's not too late, Dave will come stay here on Sun. night. That would mean the folks would have to drive us back to the convention center, unless Dave decides to drive the tractor to the house. We'll see how it works out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dave asked his dad to come down to the event on Fri. or Sat. ~ Lori (sister) will be down there on Fri., so that may make the most sense to go then. The speakers/artists are of interest to Dad on that day (Max Lucado &amp; Travis Cottrell). It will be a busier day on Fri. than Sat., but Dave will have a bit of time to spend with Dad. Cali can stay with Mom or go into her kennel if Mom decides to go out with Joe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad is coughing more than before. Mom told me that there is a tumor near his windpipe &amp; it is expected to invade before too long. This Herthel cancer is very aggressive &amp; there is no known treatment. It is very disappointing that the dr. sat on the PET scan results for 2 weeks &amp; then hadn't read them in advance of the office visit! Mom said she could see the moment he read the diagnosis ~ his face fell. Major malpractice lawsuit potential, but we aren't going there. We all know this is ultimately in the hands of the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the flesh, I get angry/frustrated bec. surgery &amp; care could have been started before they even moved to TX (Sept. 2008). But, Mom didn't want it to interrupt the moving process ~ &amp; she tends to avoid things, hoping they will go away. I keep thinking all of this could have been caught earlier, they would have had better care with the dr./health care system they had in CO, etc. Then, the Spirit gently reminds me WHO is in control &amp; I have to trust Him for Dad's health. He is trusted for life &amp; is trusted for death. He is trust itself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The family is gathering around, as are dear friends. Dan, Laura &amp; Jacob will fly in from Poland (Dan first, then Laura &amp; Jake) &amp; our family will come down for the wkend of April 10-12 ~ Resurrection celebration together! We may go to Galveston for the wkend ~ just to be away as a family. There are logistics to work out &amp; several are struggling financially, but we'll manage to cover for one another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It will be good to be here for the week. Mom said she wants to dialog about the treatment, future, etc. while I'm here. Lori &amp; I are going to lunch today, so we'll have time to talk about her dad &amp; how to care for Mom when the time comes. I'm thankful that my schedule has freed up so I can be available to help with the care when needed. With Dan arriving next week, he'll be here to take over for Lori ~ &amp; she needs a break right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I pray continually for my submission to His will, knowing He sees the whole picture, knows the outcome &amp; that, ultimately, Dad will be healed! It's the missing-Dad-when he's-gone part that I struggle with! And, the not knowing how Mom will function without him after 50+ years of life, family &amp; ministry together. HaShem will give answers when it's time for answers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6251366071306456510-2419140153381958886?l=debhash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debhash.blogspot.com/feeds/2419140153381958886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://debhash.blogspot.com/2009/03/change-of-scenery.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251366071306456510/posts/default/2419140153381958886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251366071306456510/posts/default/2419140153381958886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debhash.blogspot.com/2009/03/change-of-scenery.html' title='Change of scenery'/><author><name>Deb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13138998142200257942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9Zt-8o5ew_E/Tj_s4U0aSgI/AAAAAAAAAH4/MKXQlO8viYg/s220/cut%2B%2526%2Bglasses.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6251366071306456510.post-8388915512677654341</id><published>2009-03-13T21:11:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T21:19:43.027-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A word from the elder Mrs. Hash ...</title><content type='html'>The following is from an email sent out tonight by my mother-in-law:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Friday evening, May 13-09&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without the Lord it would be "worst-case scenario." But with the Lord, it is an advance reservation for the joys of heaven. Today the oncologist told us that Tom is in 4th stage cancer (in the blood stream) and without treatment has three to six months. It is definitely the rare Hurthle cell carcinoma that is spreading rapidly. And unless there is something very recent to the contrary, he has undergone all the treatment there is for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We go to M.D.Anderson Cancer Center on March 30th to see if they have anything new to offer. We (all of our family) have agreed that his quality of life is now the most important factor for as long as the Lord chooses to let him stay with us. Right now he is feeling and looking great, and even sweeter than ever. I will adore and care for him "‘til death do us part."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, we are all reeling, but the peace of the Lord is still very much ours. Again, "I surrender all ... to Thee, my blessed Savior" is playing in my heart and mind, mixing with a few tears. I am sure more are to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your outpouring of prayer, love, notes, and money gifts has overwhelmed us. We feel so unworthy, but yet so deeply grateful. The Lord is abundantly meeting our financial needs through you. Thank you, thank you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lori/Terry/Casey have been daily walking through this valley with us, upholding us in an incredible way. Dan plans to fly in from Poland to be with us in Houston, and Dave/Deb/Joe will be coming to Dallas next week (driving two semis) for a big job (sound, lights, video). So we will see them soon also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have a week-long reservation at a hotel near the hospital in Houston that has a shuttle every hour to the medical center. We will drive down (250 miles) on Sunday (29th), as our first appointment is at 7:30 a.m. on Monday. We have no idea how long we will be there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"He giveth more grace when the burdens grow greater,&lt;br /&gt;He sendeth more strength when the labors increase.&lt;br /&gt;To added afflictions He addeth His mercy,&lt;br /&gt;To multiplied trials, His multiplied peace.&lt;br /&gt;His love has no limit, His grace has no measure,&lt;br /&gt;His power has no boundary known unto men,&lt;br /&gt;For out of His infinite riches in Jesus ...&lt;br /&gt;He giveth, and giveth, and giveth again."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is our story today, and will always be ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeking to finish well in TX ...&lt;br /&gt;Dotty Hash (for  Tom too)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6251366071306456510-8388915512677654341?l=debhash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debhash.blogspot.com/feeds/8388915512677654341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://debhash.blogspot.com/2009/03/word-from-elder-mrs-hash.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251366071306456510/posts/default/8388915512677654341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251366071306456510/posts/default/8388915512677654341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debhash.blogspot.com/2009/03/word-from-elder-mrs-hash.html' title='A word from the elder Mrs. Hash ...'/><author><name>Deb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13138998142200257942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9Zt-8o5ew_E/Tj_s4U0aSgI/AAAAAAAAAH4/MKXQlO8viYg/s220/cut%2B%2526%2Bglasses.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6251366071306456510.post-6941128727530676341</id><published>2009-03-11T09:53:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T11:00:22.912-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting my nails done</title><content type='html'>Since my natural nails are thin, weak and break. The tips of my figures hurt all the time, the nails break below the quick, my cuticles bleed, polish doesn't stay on. It's ugly &amp; painful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I have artificial nails on top. Not only do the artificial nails look nicer than my own, but they provide much-needed protection to my natural nails &amp; fingers ~ over time, my natural nails grow &amp; heal, but will always be weak &amp; fragile. Regular maintenance is required ~ every 2-3 weeks I go for a "rebase" or "fill". It requires that I make myself available, relax &amp; let the technician be in control. The old polish is removed, nails are prepped &amp; a new, very thin compound is put on each nail to fill in the gap near the cuticle &amp; any chips. If my natural nail has come loose from the artificial one, that's glued or otherwise repaired to make sure water &amp;/or bacteria doesn't infiltrate the space. That could create serious problems!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the nails have been repaired, renewed &amp; refreshed, the technician files each one to be sure they are the correct length, even, not thick with the compound ~ look like my natural nails should. The final step before polish is to put oil on the cuticles &amp; then I wash my hands. The new, fresh polish is applied (2 coats) &amp; then a coat of protection on the very top. Once everything is cured under the UV light, my nails should look wonderful for another 2-3 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why all this detail about nails? Well, this week has been very difficult (&amp; it's only Wednesday!) &amp; I got to thinking how the process of getting my nails done symbolizes my walk with God. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my own, I am weak, broken, hurting ~ ugly &amp; painful. I can "paint on a coat of polish" &amp; look nice for a bit, but it doesn't last. And I still hurt underneath. Like my natural nails, I will always be weak &amp; fragile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I give myself over to God, He covers the parts that hurt &amp; are broken, giving them time to heal, grow &amp; be restored. His covering provides protection, healing &amp; reveals His beauty. Like getting my nails done, my life requires regular maintenance. Personal time with God to restore my soul, quiet time to listen to Him speak, time with others to teach, learn, encourage, exhort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love when I've just had my nails done! They look so nice ~ shiny, shaped, lovely! Sometimes, the process of getting them done is painful, but the end result is fabulous! The same is true in my walk with God. Sometimes, the process is painful, but the end result is wonderful ~ if not from my perspective, from His. He loves me so very much! He provided for my salvation, my life, my eternity. And, ultimately, when I get to the end of my life &amp; enter His presence, I will look &amp; be the best I have every been!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6251366071306456510-6941128727530676341?l=debhash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debhash.blogspot.com/feeds/6941128727530676341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://debhash.blogspot.com/2009/03/getting-my-nails-done.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251366071306456510/posts/default/6941128727530676341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251366071306456510/posts/default/6941128727530676341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debhash.blogspot.com/2009/03/getting-my-nails-done.html' title='Getting my nails done'/><author><name>Deb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13138998142200257942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9Zt-8o5ew_E/Tj_s4U0aSgI/AAAAAAAAAH4/MKXQlO8viYg/s220/cut%2B%2526%2Bglasses.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6251366071306456510.post-8542581026942996544</id><published>2009-03-08T17:47:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T17:59:26.150-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Marching along ...</title><content type='html'>Last night we had to "spring forward" ~ move to daylight savings time. I don't think it saves anything bec. I end up being tired for at least a week &amp; take more naps than usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dave has had to work late several nights this week ~ and all wkend. At least he's getting things done &amp; will be on the road soon. AND, since the next job requires so much equipment, I've been hired to drive our rig to Dallas! That'll bring in some income for us. Dave asked if I'd drive to Phoenix for another job &amp; even do graphics for that one. I might as well do graphics since I'll be down there anyway. So, I have a "job" until mid-April. Then we'll see what God says ~ remain available to the company or get a permanent part time job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday was a fun day! Since we had our annual plumbing service to prevent backup in the basement, I had to stay out of the house for 6-8 hours. I decided to spend time at the mall. Since my favorite store was having a HUGE sale, I started shopping for Jean &amp; Sheryl. It was a blast!!! The sales were so terrific that I got about $320 (retail) for Jean &amp; paid less than $70 (including tax!!!) and $750 (retail) for Sheryl &amp; paid less than $110 (including tax!!!). SCORE! I'll get everything boxed up &amp; mailed out this week. I want to finish the socks I've been working on for Jean's costume ~ &amp; I'm almost done with those.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad Hash has more malignant tumors, so Dave &amp; his siblings have finally convinced the folks to go down to Houston for treatment. Since it's such a rare cancer, there may be research funds available. I'm looking forward to spending some time with them while Dave works the job in Dallas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, Jean &amp; I are going to start a new eating program. I'll be sure to report how it goes. It makes sense ~ it's the old mindset &amp; patterns that will be difficult to break. And giving up my sweetened coffee creamer. But, I'm determined to do it! Doing it with Jean will help too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think I'll think about supper ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6251366071306456510-8542581026942996544?l=debhash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debhash.blogspot.com/feeds/8542581026942996544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://debhash.blogspot.com/2009/03/marching-along.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251366071306456510/posts/default/8542581026942996544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251366071306456510/posts/default/8542581026942996544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debhash.blogspot.com/2009/03/marching-along.html' title='Marching along ...'/><author><name>Deb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13138998142200257942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9Zt-8o5ew_E/Tj_s4U0aSgI/AAAAAAAAAH4/MKXQlO8viYg/s220/cut%2B%2526%2Bglasses.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6251366071306456510.post-5998833562499764475</id><published>2009-03-04T09:11:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T09:16:21.762-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A taste of things to come</title><content type='html'>The weather has been absolutely fabulous! In the 70s this week ~ a bit of wind, but just wonderful! I am longing for spring! When I commented on the weather this morning, Dave said, "Yeah, that means we'll get two feet of snow in May." Ever the realist. I'll continue to hope for the sun &amp; warmth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Absolutely MUST get down to the basement &amp; sort out the craft/sewing room. Piles of fabric, wrapping papers, laundry (moved out when water heater broke) and other "stuff". Drives me crazy ~ but it seems overwhelming. I'll do what I can before I have to put all of our tax stuff together for our meeting with the new accountant tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In truth, I'd much rather crochet all day! But, alas, I must get something done &amp; I've been putting the basement room off for far too long. (heavy sigh!) Here I go ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6251366071306456510-5998833562499764475?l=debhash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debhash.blogspot.com/feeds/5998833562499764475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://debhash.blogspot.com/2009/03/taste-of-things-to-come.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251366071306456510/posts/default/5998833562499764475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251366071306456510/posts/default/5998833562499764475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debhash.blogspot.com/2009/03/taste-of-things-to-come.html' title='A taste of things to come'/><author><name>Deb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13138998142200257942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9Zt-8o5ew_E/Tj_s4U0aSgI/AAAAAAAAAH4/MKXQlO8viYg/s220/cut%2B%2526%2Bglasses.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6251366071306456510.post-686214967407663599</id><published>2009-03-01T11:38:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T11:44:33.054-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Home again</title><content type='html'>I had a wonderful time with Jean in Franklin! She is truly my dearest friend in the world! We laughed, cried, ate, shopped (oh yeah! love shopping!), had a glass of wine with dinner, ate supper @ the local Irish pub, saw old friends, made some new friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came home last night. My flight out of Nashville was delayed nearly 2 hrs. bec. of mechanical problems. I thought it was due to the bad weather in Atlanta. Since that wasn't the case, I missed my connect to Denver. BUT, Delta had taken care of that &amp; I flew into Denver about 11 PM. Dave (&amp; Cali) picked me up &amp; we were home before midnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cali was a bit stinky, so I gave her a bath, then I took a shower (she peed on me in the truck ~ just a bit over-excited). The water wasn't very warm, but I figured the boys had showered &amp; used it up. NOT SO! This morning, Dave asked if the pilot light had gone out. I went down to check &amp; there is water on the floor ~ bottom of the water heater rusted out! Thankfully, we have a fabulous plumber &amp; he's coming in the morning @ 8:30 to replace it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, a day of relaxing, sitting beside Dave, holding hands. It's good to be home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6251366071306456510-686214967407663599?l=debhash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debhash.blogspot.com/feeds/686214967407663599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://debhash.blogspot.com/2009/03/home-again.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251366071306456510/posts/default/686214967407663599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251366071306456510/posts/default/686214967407663599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debhash.blogspot.com/2009/03/home-again.html' title='Home again'/><author><name>Deb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13138998142200257942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9Zt-8o5ew_E/Tj_s4U0aSgI/AAAAAAAAAH4/MKXQlO8viYg/s220/cut%2B%2526%2Bglasses.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6251366071306456510.post-4676275675079107374</id><published>2009-02-21T23:38:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T23:49:41.097-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another weekend</title><content type='html'>Today was restful. I had high hopes of doing laundry, cleaning the sewing room ... Yeah, that didn't happen. I had forgotten to take my CD drive when I took my computer to be reformatted, so I had to run that up to 88th &amp; Pierce. Then a couple of errands ~ ribbon for MPC sock trim, mail cards, groceries. After getting the groceries away, I went for my hair cut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was good to talk with Dave a couple of times today. I am so thankful that he is enjoying his time away, resting, walking on the beaches, driving Hwy 1 (CA) and Hwy 101 (OR). He flies home on Monday evening &amp; I can hardly wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to get ready for bed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6251366071306456510-4676275675079107374?l=debhash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debhash.blogspot.com/feeds/4676275675079107374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://debhash.blogspot.com/2009/02/another-weekend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251366071306456510/posts/default/4676275675079107374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251366071306456510/posts/default/4676275675079107374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debhash.blogspot.com/2009/02/another-weekend.html' title='Another weekend'/><author><name>Deb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13138998142200257942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9Zt-8o5ew_E/Tj_s4U0aSgI/AAAAAAAAAH4/MKXQlO8viYg/s220/cut%2B%2526%2Bglasses.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6251366071306456510.post-8515189978192238755</id><published>2009-02-18T11:51:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T11:56:15.594-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Does not play well with others"</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, I found out that I was the 8th or 9th person hired for the candle store ~ not the 3rd or 4th! At least 5 other ladies had been hired &amp; quit &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;last year &lt;/span&gt;(2008)! So, when I was trying to tell the store owner about her lack of respect toward employees &amp; she kept interrupting me (proving my point!), she finally said, "This is my business &amp; I'll run it the way I want to!" That is her right, but my response (in my head!) was, "Yeah, how's that workin' for you?" When the same problems keeps occurring, I'd surmise that it's &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;her &lt;/span&gt;issue, not the people she hires. She does not play well with others!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO glad I'm out of there!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6251366071306456510-8515189978192238755?l=debhash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debhash.blogspot.com/feeds/8515189978192238755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://debhash.blogspot.com/2009/02/does-not-play-well-with-others.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251366071306456510/posts/default/8515189978192238755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251366071306456510/posts/default/8515189978192238755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debhash.blogspot.com/2009/02/does-not-play-well-with-others.html' title='&quot;Does not play well with others&quot;'/><author><name>Deb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13138998142200257942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9Zt-8o5ew_E/Tj_s4U0aSgI/AAAAAAAAAH4/MKXQlO8viYg/s220/cut%2B%2526%2Bglasses.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6251366071306456510.post-7897155404188024467</id><published>2009-02-13T12:46:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T13:29:29.454-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Confirmation ...</title><content type='html'>Last night, the Lord confirmed my decision to quit the job was the right. It became very evident that I need to be available for Joe. Right now, he is in a fragile state, so knowing that I am available at all times provides hope &amp; comfort for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I've thought thru yesterday's event, I am grateful that I didn't leave out of anger. While I did become angry before leaving (in the process of trying to clear things up), my reasons for leaving were based on principle. The anger left quickly &amp; I'm at peace. I did have to go in today to pick up CDs that I'd forgotten to take with me, but that wasn't an issue for me. However, from body language &amp; vocal indicators, it was apparent to me that she was still upset/put out about the situation. It grieves my heart that it wasn't viewed/received as a learning situation. It was my responsibility (obligation?) to bring the issues to her attention ~ &amp; I tried to do it as graciously &amp; clearly as I could. It was not my responsibility for how it was received (or rejected), so I can (have) move on. And, in talking with people who really know me, there has been confirmation that I handled the situation correctly ~ &amp; I am thankful that these people tell me the truth, never patronizing or glossing over anything. If I were wrong, they would tell me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Living in peace is so much better than in turmoil. Even when there is turmoil all around, inner peace provides stability, calm &amp; clarity. I am full of gratitude, peace, joy, calm &amp; confidence. It's like a delightful hot bath &amp; all I am doing is soaking in it! Ah-h-h-h-h.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6251366071306456510-7897155404188024467?l=debhash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debhash.blogspot.com/feeds/7897155404188024467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://debhash.blogspot.com/2009/02/confirmation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251366071306456510/posts/default/7897155404188024467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251366071306456510/posts/default/7897155404188024467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debhash.blogspot.com/2009/02/confirmation.html' title='Confirmation ...'/><author><name>Deb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13138998142200257942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9Zt-8o5ew_E/Tj_s4U0aSgI/AAAAAAAAAH4/MKXQlO8viYg/s220/cut%2B%2526%2Bglasses.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6251366071306456510.post-1065324671530319776</id><published>2009-02-12T20:15:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T21:50:51.887-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And so it goes ...</title><content type='html'>Shortest job of my life ~ 2 months. Before taking the job, it would have been good to know that in the 12 years of business, there are only 2 employees that have been there for more than 5 yrs ~ all others have quit &amp; I was the 4th hired in less than a year. Ouch. She can (&amp; does) run her business the way she wants to, but it doesn't help management/employee relations &amp; impacts employee output, loyalty, respect &amp;, ultimately, sales. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not tapping into the skills, knowledge &amp; experience of others reveals lack of trust &amp; timidity ~ fear that others may know more, take over, succeed where you failed. Encouraging others to use their skills, knowledge &amp; experience within the context of their work environment actually helps the employer AND the employee succeed. The employee has meaningful contribution beyond showing up &amp; simply doing a job, the company benefits from happier, satisfied workers which increases exposure, growth &amp; success. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's really sad when money is seen as the goal &amp; measure of success rather than as a tool. Since no one has ever died &amp; taken their money &amp; stuff with them, putting it to better use (repairing broken things, providing essential tools, hiring workmen when necessary, etc.) would be money &amp; time well spent!!! Disrepair (broken things visible by others) speaks volumes ~ "If they can't afford to fix lights, signs (whatever), they must not be doing very well. I wonder if they're going to make it or have to close." Perception is reality!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a business owner, I am so very grateful for the men &amp; women who work for our company! They are all gifted, talented individuals who come from a wide variety of backgrounds. While I don't expect that they will all stay for the rest of their career-life, I appreciate what they bring to our collective table while they are there. And, I hope we contribute to their growth as a person &amp; employee while they remain with us. I can honestly say that we (Dave &amp; I) have learned so many things from not only our employees but also from the subcontractors who work with us from time-to-time. As some have moved on, we have lost touch with a few, but remain close to many ~ friends, thrilled when we hear of their growth &amp; success in other areas or even if they are in our industry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I may look for another job or volunteer somewhere ~ after I drive the rig to Dallas &amp; spend time with my in-laws while Dave works on a job. I enjoy being with people, helping them find what they need, encouraging them, learning from them. Life is too short to hold grudges, resentment or bitterness. That's just a massive waste of time &amp; energy. I am also exceedingly grateful that we are in a place in our lives where I don't &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;have &lt;/span&gt;to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The irony in all this is that what precipitated the confrontation was our new puppy ~ &amp; we sold her to our neighbor tonight bec. they absolutely fell in love with her &amp; their 4 young children will love &amp; adore. It was never about the puppy ~ it was about how the issue was dealt with. And that, my friends, is the moral to this story ~ learn to separate the issue from the person, &amp; address the person with respect to resolve the issue.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6251366071306456510-1065324671530319776?l=debhash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debhash.blogspot.com/feeds/1065324671530319776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://debhash.blogspot.com/2009/02/and-so-it-goes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251366071306456510/posts/default/1065324671530319776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251366071306456510/posts/default/1065324671530319776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debhash.blogspot.com/2009/02/and-so-it-goes.html' title='And so it goes ...'/><author><name>Deb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13138998142200257942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9Zt-8o5ew_E/Tj_s4U0aSgI/AAAAAAAAAH4/MKXQlO8viYg/s220/cut%2B%2526%2Bglasses.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6251366071306456510.post-2134587962415615563</id><published>2009-02-08T11:41:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T11:46:07.528-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OH NO!!!</title><content type='html'>My coffee maker broke!!! To get it to operate, I have to tape the lid shut. At least I can still make coffee ~ I'm so spoiled. Something else on my "replace" list! It isn't urgent, so I'll let it go as long as I can.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6251366071306456510-2134587962415615563?l=debhash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debhash.blogspot.com/feeds/2134587962415615563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://debhash.blogspot.com/2009/02/wwwnaturesgiftcandlescom.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251366071306456510/posts/default/2134587962415615563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251366071306456510/posts/default/2134587962415615563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debhash.blogspot.com/2009/02/wwwnaturesgiftcandlescom.html' title='OH NO!!!'/><author><name>Deb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13138998142200257942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9Zt-8o5ew_E/Tj_s4U0aSgI/AAAAAAAAAH4/MKXQlO8viYg/s220/cut%2B%2526%2Bglasses.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6251366071306456510.post-1414732586236170924</id><published>2009-02-01T15:23:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T15:32:51.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just an update</title><content type='html'>Work continues to be a delight. I'm learning to slow down when I work on the candles so they are done the way they are meant to be done. I'm thankful that my boss is patient with me &amp; reviews my work, letting me know how to improve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dave has been wrestling with his (over) workload. After many hours of documenting, calculating &amp; mental processing, he had a few meetings last week to discuss how things will change ~ so he's not working 19+ hours a day every day of the week. After the meetings (over a couple of days), his emotions ranged from frustration to depression to hope. Plans are in place to help relieve/remove some of the responsibilities and weight he has been carrying. It will take time to get everyone and everything in place, but there is hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, Emily has her "double mommy day". I drove us to meet her mommy at the Castle Rock outlet mall. We had fun talking, eating &amp; shopping. We got to see Sharon's new car ~ what a blessing to her! I bought Dave's Valentine's Day gift. Hope he likes it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of Dave ... he's off to San Diego for another event. He'll get there tonight &amp; will get back home on 2/9. He'll only be home for a few days before leaving again, but at least he'll be home a few days!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6251366071306456510-1414732586236170924?l=debhash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debhash.blogspot.com/feeds/1414732586236170924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://debhash.blogspot.com/2009/02/just-update.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251366071306456510/posts/default/1414732586236170924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251366071306456510/posts/default/1414732586236170924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debhash.blogspot.com/2009/02/just-update.html' title='Just an update'/><author><name>Deb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13138998142200257942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9Zt-8o5ew_E/Tj_s4U0aSgI/AAAAAAAAAH4/MKXQlO8viYg/s220/cut%2B%2526%2Bglasses.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6251366071306456510.post-5902157115960863814</id><published>2009-01-15T12:08:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T12:16:26.695-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You might be locked out</title><content type='html'>My frustration (read yesterday's post) hit an all time high last night when I was trying to get the front door knob changed. Banging away, making lots of noise &amp; &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;no one &lt;/span&gt;came to help me. In my frustration, I finally let someone "have it" bec. he was just sitting in the living room. "Why didn't you ask for help?" was the response. "Why should I have to ASK for help?! You could plainly hear I was having trouble." So, he came &amp; showed me what was wrong &amp; I fixed it (get that? &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;fixed it!). Then, I found out that I had put the door latch in backwards. I was too frustrated do anything about it, so I changed it this morning. Then, I changed out the garage door knob &amp; bolt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I got the new door knobs &amp; bolts on the front &amp; garage doors. I had bought a "project kit" that had identical sets so they are all keyed the same. It came with 4 keys, but I still needed to get 3 more made. If you have an old key, throw it away &amp; make sure you get a new one. Otherwise, you might be locked out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I can move on to a new frustration. Oh, joy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6251366071306456510-5902157115960863814?l=debhash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debhash.blogspot.com/feeds/5902157115960863814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://debhash.blogspot.com/2009/01/you-might-be-locked-out.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251366071306456510/posts/default/5902157115960863814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251366071306456510/posts/default/5902157115960863814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debhash.blogspot.com/2009/01/you-might-be-locked-out.html' title='You might be locked out'/><author><name>Deb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13138998142200257942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9Zt-8o5ew_E/Tj_s4U0aSgI/AAAAAAAAAH4/MKXQlO8viYg/s220/cut%2B%2526%2Bglasses.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6251366071306456510.post-7323570222853703047</id><published>2009-01-14T10:22:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T10:33:52.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How did this happen?!</title><content type='html'>After rearing three sons, how is it that I'm the one who typically has to do things around the house? Granted, one has moved out, so he's off the hook. But, the two still living here don't shovel snow &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;unless I ask to have it done&lt;/span&gt;. And, I'm the one who usually ends up doing it! I don't get help with repairs unless I hire someone to do it. I have to change the old, broken door knobs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The excuses I get are, "I'm busy." "I don't have time." "I don't know how to do that." Hello! I could say the same things, but end up adjusting my schedule to eventually get them done. Not knowing how isn't valid ~ think of it as a learning experience. If I don't know how to do it, how do they think it gets done?! I read the directions &amp; follow the diagrams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Old Christmas ornaments have been in a box on the back porch since July. I quit asking the owners (not me!) to gather the ones they want so it can all be cleaned up. STILL hasn't happened for the two that live here! So, on a very windy day, they got scattered all over the yard. To his credit, Arthur picked them all up, put them back in the box, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;but they still haven't been moved from the back porch&lt;/span&gt;! So, today I'll take it all downstairs, put them in one box &amp; they can separate them if they can find the box after I get it out of my way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They do schlep laundry baskets for me ~ when I ask. They generally stop at the grocery to pick up milk, etc. ~ when I ask. They take out trash and empty the dishwasher ~ but I usually have to ask/remind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess I'm just tired &amp; feeling alone in my new life. I need to get over it, adjust &amp; get the stuff done.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6251366071306456510-7323570222853703047?l=debhash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debhash.blogspot.com/feeds/7323570222853703047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://debhash.blogspot.com/2009/01/how-did-this-happen.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251366071306456510/posts/default/7323570222853703047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251366071306456510/posts/default/7323570222853703047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debhash.blogspot.com/2009/01/how-did-this-happen.html' title='How did this happen?!'/><author><name>Deb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13138998142200257942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9Zt-8o5ew_E/Tj_s4U0aSgI/AAAAAAAAAH4/MKXQlO8viYg/s220/cut%2B%2526%2Bglasses.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6251366071306456510.post-4000843877715097451</id><published>2009-01-09T20:39:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T21:09:55.542-07:00</updated><title type='text'>51 &amp; still growing up</title><content type='html'>Today, someone took the time to confront me bec. I had offended the person. I hadn't realized that what I had done was offensive and it was brought to my attention in a calm manner. I wasn't told, "You offended me", but the way the conversation went made a light go off in my head. I had made an assumption based on little information and ended up being judgmental. It was so wrong on so many levels!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so grateful that the person separated me from what I had done, took the time to confront me, and forgave me for being wrong, judgmental and, in truth, unkind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the air is "clean", the relationship is in tact, and I've learned a valuable lesson. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pray this doesn't happen again ~ but, if it does, I pray I will be confronted as I was today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6251366071306456510-4000843877715097451?l=debhash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debhash.blogspot.com/feeds/4000843877715097451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://debhash.blogspot.com/2009/01/51-still-growing-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251366071306456510/posts/default/4000843877715097451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251366071306456510/posts/default/4000843877715097451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debhash.blogspot.com/2009/01/51-still-growing-up.html' title='51 &amp; still growing up'/><author><name>Deb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13138998142200257942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9Zt-8o5ew_E/Tj_s4U0aSgI/AAAAAAAAAH4/MKXQlO8viYg/s220/cut%2B%2526%2Bglasses.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6251366071306456510.post-6012150895726162631</id><published>2009-01-02T08:06:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T08:12:07.521-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Current Events ~ Middle East</title><content type='html'>OK ~ here's my take on the US trying to negotiate a "sustainable cease fire" btwn Israel &amp; Hamas. It'll never happen! Hamas may agree to a cease fire, but they never have any intention of keeping it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pray for God's people!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6251366071306456510-6012150895726162631?l=debhash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debhash.blogspot.com/feeds/6012150895726162631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://debhash.blogspot.com/2009/01/current-events-middle-east.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251366071306456510/posts/default/6012150895726162631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251366071306456510/posts/default/6012150895726162631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debhash.blogspot.com/2009/01/current-events-middle-east.html' title='Current Events ~ Middle East'/><author><name>Deb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13138998142200257942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9Zt-8o5ew_E/Tj_s4U0aSgI/AAAAAAAAAH4/MKXQlO8viYg/s220/cut%2B%2526%2Bglasses.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6251366071306456510.post-5027720001173965597</id><published>2009-01-01T17:57:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T20:28:55.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year</title><content type='html'>At my age (51), I don't stay up to welcome in the new year. Since it'll be here whether or not I stay up, I'd rather sleep!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dave had planned to leave the house about 8:00 AM, but he slept later than planned. By the time he was all packed &amp; had eaten breakfast, it was nearly 9:30. I had to take him over to the shop bec. he needed my help to move the axles on the trailer. After packing up his office, he left to drive to Nashville. He'll be home on 1/10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Side note: Right now, Cartoon Network is running a Looney Toons marathon. The one when Bugs goes to a witch's house on Halloween is playing. It has always cracked me up when the witch moves quickly &amp; hair pins are left floating in the air. Sadly, the witch reminds me of someone ~ in appearance.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After getting home, I did my nails &amp; then crocheted while watching old movies (1934-36). The cleaners came today, even though it's a holiday. I'm just as glad to have them come. It always is nice to the house get the once over every couple of weeks. A few hours into the afternoon, I gave Dave a call, just to find out where he was. He'd just crossed over into Kansas. I told him I'd let him get back to his story &amp; he said he'd rather talk to me. I told him I'd better hang up before I started crying. Too late ~ I cried. I told him that I should be over this ~ crying when he goes out of town. We've been married so long (27+ years) that I should be able to just deal with it in stride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dave is so understanding! He knows it's bec. I'm still adjusting to not being able to go, that this is just for a season in our lives. We just aren't spending the time together that we have in the past. And, we both cherish the time we have together. He'll be home for a couple of weeks before leaving for San Diego. I am grateful for that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It will be interesting to see what this new year brings. God is so good to us! We are blessed with a home, wonderful relationships with our family, satisfying work, and so much more. I never cease to marvel at His mercy and grace in our lives. Whatever we have, whatever we do is bec. of Him ~ we are nothing on our own. I pray that my life will bring honor &amp; glory to Him. That when I am gone, I will leave a legacy of faithfulness. That others will know how very grateful I am for salvation. I pray that there will be no doubt that I love my Lord. I pray that my children, daughters-in-love &amp; grandchildren will always walk with God. I pray they know how very much I love them, pray for them &amp; enjoy them. If this were to be my last year on earth, I pray that it will bring glory to God!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6251366071306456510-5027720001173965597?l=debhash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debhash.blogspot.com/feeds/5027720001173965597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://debhash.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-year.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251366071306456510/posts/default/5027720001173965597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251366071306456510/posts/default/5027720001173965597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debhash.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-year.html' title='New Year'/><author><name>Deb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13138998142200257942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9Zt-8o5ew_E/Tj_s4U0aSgI/AAAAAAAAAH4/MKXQlO8viYg/s220/cut%2B%2526%2Bglasses.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6251366071306456510.post-787210096510248092</id><published>2008-12-28T09:16:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T09:54:16.982-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am loved</title><content type='html'>While it's true that Dave &amp; I have been married over 27 years, in many respects, I feel like a newlywed. He just left to work at the shop and I already miss him! He won't be here with me all day ~ and I won't be with him. His 'good-bye' kiss still sends a shiver down my spine. Truth be told, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;any &lt;/span&gt;kiss of his sends a shiver down my spine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's fun to know that we still make each other laugh. Not the same old jokes, but just stuff we say or do (for some reason, more on my part than his), will bring a shake of the head and laugh. I'll tell him he's weird &amp; he'll say he married into it. I guess that's fair enough. I love to laugh with him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As he was taking me to work yesterday, I told him about a few customers who had come in. Some are asking my name before they leave. Some come in and remember that I helped them. I'm learning a few customers' names. He remarked that this is exactly what he had been hoping the job would provide ~ an opportunity for me to be with people, have a job that is enjoyable &amp; provides variety, not stressful at all. Then he said something that really blessed me. He said it's a job for &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;, that I don't have to work, and while the extra income is nice, that's not why I am working. It dawned on me that, yes, my paycheck will go to help pay bills, I don't &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;have &lt;/span&gt;to work. If I really wanted to, I could say I wanted to stay home &amp; do craft things, keep the house in order (OK, maybe not), etc. &amp; it would be OK with him. But, he knows I'd get bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so grateful for his gift and how he loves me. His love gives me the freedom to be 'Deb' while still being 'Mrs. David Hash', to be creative, silly, crazy, passionate or whatever. I know that there are aspects of my personality that irritate and frustrate him, but he has chosen to focus on what he enjoys and to build me up rather than tear me down. He loves me not with a blind love, but with the eye of a long time friend &amp; lover who sees &amp; knows me for who I really am. He doesn't ignore the faults, he just doesn't shine a spot light on them. He will quietly encourage me to change what is negative or could be improved ~ never in public or in an embarrassing way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dave models Yeshua to me. He loves me so completely. So wonderfully. I am deeply grateful to know that I am truly loved by him &amp; it only makes me want to love him more. I delight in his love and can only image how wonderful it will be when I enter into my Savior's love in eternity.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6251366071306456510-787210096510248092?l=debhash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debhash.blogspot.com/feeds/787210096510248092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://debhash.blogspot.com/2008/12/what-man.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251366071306456510/posts/default/787210096510248092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251366071306456510/posts/default/787210096510248092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debhash.blogspot.com/2008/12/what-man.html' title='I am loved'/><author><name>Deb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13138998142200257942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9Zt-8o5ew_E/Tj_s4U0aSgI/AAAAAAAAAH4/MKXQlO8viYg/s220/cut%2B%2526%2Bglasses.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6251366071306456510.post-6588379648189064443</id><published>2008-12-24T17:00:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T21:43:55.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wrapping up</title><content type='html'>It's hard to believe it's Christmas eve! Where has the time gone?! What a busy year full of delights, disappointments, joy, sorrow, rest (only a little!), stress (a lot!), consistency and change. Besides some gifts that have gotten wrapped up, I am wrapping up the month ~ and year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, we celebrated Christmas with our family ~ Arthur, Giles, Emily &amp; Joe. We had dinner together. Non-traditional is our tradition. I don't "do" pork (on rare occasion bacon, but other than that, not a chance). We had stewed beef in a gravy of cream of mushroom &amp; french onion soups with red wine added. Yummy over wide egg noodles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was wonderful to have our family together! We are so blessed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I reflect back on the year that is ending &amp; look forward to the one coming, I am in awe of God's hand in my life &amp; the lives of those I love. (OK ~ even in the lives of those I'm not quite so fond of, but that's His doing, not mine.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is GOD &amp; yet He cares about the details of my life. The things I worry about, delight in or whatever ~ He is interested ... in my life that will pass like a puff of smoke. Oh, that my life will be a sweet fragrant offering in His nostrils! If I accomplish anything in this life, I pray it will bring glory &amp; honor to God: the Father, who sent His son to earth; the Son, who put aside being God to become human ~ like taking off a coat &amp; hanging it on a chair to put back on later; &amp; the Spirit, who is constantly in my head ~ the "voices in my head" is really just His, talking to me &amp; me talking to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's overwhelming to me ~ to try &amp; sort it out, figure it out, reason it out. He's GOD. He wraps me in his arms, calls me his child, loves me as his own, &amp; cares for those I love. I don't understand it all ~ it's too much to comprehend. All I know is that he is GOD &amp; I trust him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't always trust myself ~ but that's a topic for another post on another day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6251366071306456510-6588379648189064443?l=debhash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debhash.blogspot.com/feeds/6588379648189064443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://debhash.blogspot.com/2008/12/wrapping-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251366071306456510/posts/default/6588379648189064443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251366071306456510/posts/default/6588379648189064443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debhash.blogspot.com/2008/12/wrapping-up.html' title='Wrapping up'/><author><name>Deb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13138998142200257942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9Zt-8o5ew_E/Tj_s4U0aSgI/AAAAAAAAAH4/MKXQlO8viYg/s220/cut%2B%2526%2Bglasses.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6251366071306456510.post-2782290373296022175</id><published>2008-12-14T08:20:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T19:54:47.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Change is good</title><content type='html'>This past week brought changes to my life ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started my new job on Monday in the old part of our town. I'm working for a lady who makes amazing candles. I'm learning more than retail ~ all the candles are made in the studios. I helped the owner mix &amp; pour some that are in glass, then later learned how to clean &amp; prepare them for sale. I've learned how to wrap the botanical candles. The candle fragrances are not overwhelming, so I don't get a headache -- I'm very grateful for that. I'm learning about the different employees and each is so unique. This is a job where I can see myself staying a long time ~ if they'll have me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Several weeks ago (OK ~ over a month ago), I was sent the 3rd quarter report for our company &amp; was supposed to review/comment on the report. Last week, I finally got around to looking at the report &amp; emailed my comments to the rest of the Board members. One of the member's sent a response with his analysis of my "emotional" comments. That was more than a bit upsetting. While I admit to being emotional (hello ~ female ... estrogen ... duh!), I was not "emotional" in my comments. He misunderstood my comments and the context in which I made them. So, I had to explain the comments and define the context (again), but with different words, so it could be clearer to him. After going through all of that, I talked with Dave &amp; told him I was going to resign from the Board of Directors. I've been praying &amp; talking to Dave about this all year. It just isn't worth the frustration &amp; continued misunderstanding. Sadly, it has always seemed that my comments &amp; opinions are not regarded as "valid" or "informed" enough. Anyway, Dave said that I should do whatever is best ~ however the Lord leads. After letting the others know that I will step down from the board at the end of this year, there was peace &amp; relief. I can be an owner, but don't have to be part of the continuing discussion or wrestling with position. It's taken a while ~ over a year ~ but I truly &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;am &lt;/span&gt;done. I'm able to let go &amp;, bec. I know this is what God wants me to do, trust the others to do what is best for the company. It's not "mine" ~ it all belongs to the Lord. And, whether or not some of the board members handle matters with that in mind isn't up to me. I trust the Lord to direct them &amp; use their position/responsibilities to bring them closer to Him &amp; make decisions that are in the company's best interest &amp; glorify Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Change is often difficult, but when I keep my focus on Who is leading me in the midst of the change, I can look ahead rather than at the moment. There is peace, even in the process &amp; I am grateful that God still works in my life. I pray I will always be teachable, learning to look to the Lord rather than at my situation. I pray my life will glorify Him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6251366071306456510-2782290373296022175?l=debhash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debhash.blogspot.com/feeds/2782290373296022175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://debhash.blogspot.com/2008/12/change-is-good.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251366071306456510/posts/default/2782290373296022175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251366071306456510/posts/default/2782290373296022175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debhash.blogspot.com/2008/12/change-is-good.html' title='Change is good'/><author><name>Deb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13138998142200257942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9Zt-8o5ew_E/Tj_s4U0aSgI/AAAAAAAAAH4/MKXQlO8viYg/s220/cut%2B%2526%2Bglasses.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6251366071306456510.post-891996190811452529</id><published>2008-12-09T21:21:00.009-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T21:53:05.505-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This I know ...</title><content type='html'>It's not about me, even tho there are times when I wish it were.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not about what I want ~ or think I want ~ even when I'm not sure what it is that I want ~ or think I want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not about who I am, even tho I want to feel &amp; seem important or special rather than insignificant &amp; incapable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not about what I do, who I am, where I go or how I feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's all about Him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That they may know that You alone, whose name is the LORD, are the Most High over all the earth. Psalm 83:13&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for me, I know that my Redeemer lives, and at the last He will take His stand on the earth. Job 19:25&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Know that the LORD Himself is God; It is He who has made us, and not we ourselves; We are His people and the sheep of His pasture. Psalm 100:3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'For I know the plans that I have for you,' declares the LORD, 'plans for welfare and not for calamity to give you a future and a hope. Jeremiah 29:11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Cease striving and know that I am God; I will be exalted among the nations, I will be exalted in the earth." Psalm 46:10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's learn about the LORD. Let's get to know the LORD. He will come to us as sure as the morning comes. He will come to us like the autumn rains and the spring rains that water the ground. Hosea 6:3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6251366071306456510-891996190811452529?l=debhash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debhash.blogspot.com/feeds/891996190811452529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://debhash.blogspot.com/2008/12/this-i-know.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251366071306456510/posts/default/891996190811452529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251366071306456510/posts/default/891996190811452529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debhash.blogspot.com/2008/12/this-i-know.html' title='This I know ...'/><author><name>Deb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13138998142200257942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9Zt-8o5ew_E/Tj_s4U0aSgI/AAAAAAAAAH4/MKXQlO8viYg/s220/cut%2B%2526%2Bglasses.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6251366071306456510.post-1057493155383672673</id><published>2008-12-06T16:40:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T20:30:31.165-07:00</updated><title type='text'>On a whim ...</title><content type='html'>Last week, on a whim, I called a store in Olde Town Arvada where I had applied for a job in early November. It's one of three that is locally owned -- candle store (they make their own). Anyway, I called &amp; the lady I interviewed with said the position wasn't filled; the owner decided to wait until after the holidays to make a decision. After reminding her who I am, she said that if I'm still available/interested in January, to give her a call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, on a whim, I decided to stop by the store to say "hello" &amp; let her know I am still available/interested. The lady there wasn't who I interviewed with! Being me, I introduced myself &amp; gave a summary of why I had come in. She smiled &amp; said, "Hi, I'm Laurie, the owner." Bingo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We chatted a few minutes ~ the only "important" question she seemed to ask was, "Can you gift wrap?" Then she asked when I was available. I told her I could start right then, but she had her day all planned out. So, I start on Monday @ 10 AM!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All on a whim ... if you believe (as I do) that a whim is the hand of God.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6251366071306456510-1057493155383672673?l=debhash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debhash.blogspot.com/feeds/1057493155383672673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://debhash.blogspot.com/2008/12/on-whim.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251366071306456510/posts/default/1057493155383672673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251366071306456510/posts/default/1057493155383672673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debhash.blogspot.com/2008/12/on-whim.html' title='On a whim ...'/><author><name>Deb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13138998142200257942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9Zt-8o5ew_E/Tj_s4U0aSgI/AAAAAAAAAH4/MKXQlO8viYg/s220/cut%2B%2526%2Bglasses.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6251366071306456510.post-8237383535839128265</id><published>2008-12-04T19:30:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T19:59:09.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Giving thanks vs. thankfulness</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;In everything give thanks; for this is God's will for you in Christ Jesus.&lt;/span&gt; ~ 1 Thes. 5:18&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a difference between "giving thanks" and "being thankful". Have you ever thought about it? For the past several weeks, I've been meditating on it. To give thanks is an act of obedience. To be thankful is an act of gratitude. (The International Standard Version translation says "In everything be thankful, ..." but that is the only translation that does.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To give thanks in obedience makes me think of Who is in control. I don't like what's going on, but because I desire to obey God, I choose to say, "I thank You because You want me to thank You. I will thank You out of obedience. I am not thankful for what is happening because it's painful. But I will be obedient."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I have found is that often, after choosing to give thanks, I eventually become thankful. Sometimes, it's even while in the midst of the difficult situation. Sometimes, it's not until quite a bit later ~ when God gives me a glimpse of what He is doing or accomplishing in me or thru the situation or simply because I am overwhelmed with Who He IS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To give thanks acknowledges Who is in control ~ God, not me. To be thankful acknowledges Who is worthy to be thanked ~ God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, in the midst of the difficult situations I am currently facing, I choose to say, "I will give You thanks. I choose to be obedient, but I also choose to be thankful. You are worthy to be praised. You are GOD. The HOLY One. The ONLY One. You ARE. Praise to You! Thank You for knowing what is going on, what is going to happen and how it will all be resolved. To Your glory! To Your honor! May I not lose site of Who You are ~ ever."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6251366071306456510-8237383535839128265?l=debhash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debhash.blogspot.com/feeds/8237383535839128265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://debhash.blogspot.com/2008/12/giving-thanks-vs-thankfulness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251366071306456510/posts/default/8237383535839128265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251366071306456510/posts/default/8237383535839128265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debhash.blogspot.com/2008/12/giving-thanks-vs-thankfulness.html' title='Giving thanks vs. thankfulness'/><author><name>Deb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13138998142200257942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9Zt-8o5ew_E/Tj_s4U0aSgI/AAAAAAAAAH4/MKXQlO8viYg/s220/cut%2B%2526%2Bglasses.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6251366071306456510.post-6278335515576194993</id><published>2008-11-22T19:21:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T19:25:34.599-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A new phase ...</title><content type='html'>Dave &amp; I had our last trip together. We got home on Wed. evening. Now, when he goes on a road trip, Cali &amp; I will stay at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've started the process of applying for a job. Jo-Ann Fabrics, Michael's (craft store), Border's (my kids will scream at that one!). I plan to apply at Hancock Fabrics and Barnes &amp; Noble. I can't apply at Starbucks -- not allowed to have artificial nails or even wear nail polish -- not even a clear coat! Yeah, that doesn't work for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are a few projects that need to be finished up before I'm actually free to work. Dave needs me to create tech drape from the damaged long drape from the shop. That'll be done before Wed. AM. I also need to get caught up on laundry so he can pack for his next trip -- leaving on Thanksgiving day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, a new phase begins ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6251366071306456510-6278335515576194993?l=debhash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debhash.blogspot.com/feeds/6278335515576194993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://debhash.blogspot.com/2008/11/new-phase.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251366071306456510/posts/default/6278335515576194993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251366071306456510/posts/default/6278335515576194993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debhash.blogspot.com/2008/11/new-phase.html' title='A new phase ...'/><author><name>Deb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13138998142200257942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9Zt-8o5ew_E/Tj_s4U0aSgI/AAAAAAAAAH4/MKXQlO8viYg/s220/cut%2B%2526%2Bglasses.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6251366071306456510.post-8198203058128342326</id><published>2008-11-16T13:39:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T13:49:15.422-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mixed emotions ...</title><content type='html'>Dave &amp; I will start driving home tomorrow. It's our last trip together -- for the company -- indefinitely. I'll look for a part time job so we can pay off our debt quicker. But, I'd really rather travel with him. But, he plans to give up the driving soon since he doesn't enjoy it as much anymore -- to much rushing from one job to the next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is changing. Need to adjust. Not sure how I feel about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really enjoy my dog -- having her sleep on me &amp; cuddle.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6251366071306456510-8198203058128342326?l=debhash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debhash.blogspot.com/feeds/8198203058128342326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://debhash.blogspot.com/2008/11/mixed-emotions.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251366071306456510/posts/default/8198203058128342326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251366071306456510/posts/default/8198203058128342326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debhash.blogspot.com/2008/11/mixed-emotions.html' title='Mixed emotions ...'/><author><name>Deb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13138998142200257942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9Zt-8o5ew_E/Tj_s4U0aSgI/AAAAAAAAAH4/MKXQlO8viYg/s220/cut%2B%2526%2Bglasses.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6251366071306456510.post-3149226901966172115</id><published>2008-11-14T09:29:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T09:36:15.878-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Philadelphia -- city of brotherly bite me!</title><content type='html'>On Wed., I slept from about 6:00-11:45 PM. Dave &amp; crew finished up the last session of the event in VA Beach &amp; then struck/loaded the equipment. I got over to the convention center about 12:30 AM on Thur. Since this is the off season, I went to IHOP to get a fried egg sandwich -- I hadn't eaten since breakfast on Wed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were pulling out at 2:00 AM. Dave drove the rig across the Chesapeake Bay Bridge/Tunnel (about an hour) &amp; then I took over. We had gotten advise to take US Hwy 13 to I-95 into Philly/Valley Forge, so that's what we did. It cut about an hour off of the drive, but Hwy 13 is 2-lane thru towns, so I had to slow down/speed up a lot. That meant shifting gears a lot. My right ankle is sore today (Fri.). We arrived at the venue by 8:00 AM. It was a long drive for me -- although I had taken a 5-hr. energy shot/drink which did help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was able to take a nap after getting settled in the room. Then I worked on lyrics for the event since I'm the one with Media Shout on my computer. One of our guys has it now too, so at least they can run lyrics from that computer rather than mine. IPG really needs to invest in a computer just for graphics! I was going to finish the lyrics today, but I just sent an email to the guy who is handling the graphics for this job, asking if he can do it. It makes more sense for him to do it than for me to do it for him. Since I am really trying to phase out of this, he needs to know how to do it anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to take Cali out &amp; then take a nap! Still trying to recover from the drive!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6251366071306456510-3149226901966172115?l=debhash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debhash.blogspot.com/feeds/3149226901966172115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://debhash.blogspot.com/2008/11/philadelphia-city-of-brotherly-bite-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251366071306456510/posts/default/3149226901966172115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251366071306456510/posts/default/3149226901966172115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debhash.blogspot.com/2008/11/philadelphia-city-of-brotherly-bite-me.html' title='Philadelphia -- city of brotherly bite me!'/><author><name>Deb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13138998142200257942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9Zt-8o5ew_E/Tj_s4U0aSgI/AAAAAAAAAH4/MKXQlO8viYg/s220/cut%2B%2526%2Bglasses.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6251366071306456510.post-1009820194104999346</id><published>2008-11-11T06:19:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T06:32:26.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Scattered Thoughts</title><content type='html'>Although I'm only on this trip to help with the driving from VA to PA, yesterday I ended up running errands for this job. That was very frustrating for me. I had planned my day to pick up a couple of things for myself &amp; get back to the hotel so I could work on crochet socks to FedEx for Jean. I thought I'd be back at the hotel by noon or 1 PM (I was willing to work in a corner &amp; be taken back during their lunch break). Well, that didn't happen! "When you get back, can you run [client for a dif. event] to get a Rx?" So, while I'm sitting in the car waiting for her to get the Rx filled, I get a call, "I need you to go to Radio Shack for ..." But, of course, I didn't get the right thing, so I had to go BACK to exchange it. Then, "[crew] need you to pick up ..." so I had to go BACK out to get stuff, but it took two stores to find it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was driving back, I called &amp; asked if I could be taken to the hotel. It was just after 4 PM by now, &amp; I was told they would be leaving to go to the hotel by 5 PM. At 5 PM, I decided to sit in the car while the rest of the crew was being rounded up. As I sat, I called FedEx &amp; scheduled the pick up. At least I'd been able to snatch enough time during the day to get 1 pair of socks done (had 2 already done, but didn't like one pair &amp; wanted to change them -- didn't happen!). We left for the hotel about 5:20 PM! Totally frustrated!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had called the hotel &amp; someone at the front desk had the FedEx materials ready for me when I walked in. It took a couple of min. to put it all together, but it was finally ready to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was walking to the elevator to take Cali out (she had been in her kennel all day, so she was dancing to get out in the yard), Joe called to say a notice was being sent home stating he's failing algebra (no surprise there -- I had trouble with that too!) and lang. arts. We talked a while &amp; are developing a plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dave showered &amp; changed, then they all left for an opening event. I ate a bite, had a glass (or so) of wine, took a HOT bath &amp; crashed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all the driving &amp; walking, my right ankle &amp; thigh really hurt! The thigh muscles are knotted up &amp; sore. I had Dave rub it a bit when he got back &amp; almost screamed! I have to get it rested so I can drive on Thurs. to PA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But first, I have to get the lyrics ready for the next event. Yeah, and I'm not working that job either.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6251366071306456510-1009820194104999346?l=debhash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debhash.blogspot.com/feeds/1009820194104999346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://debhash.blogspot.com/2008/11/scattered-thoughts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251366071306456510/posts/default/1009820194104999346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251366071306456510/posts/default/1009820194104999346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debhash.blogspot.com/2008/11/scattered-thoughts.html' title='Scattered Thoughts'/><author><name>Deb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13138998142200257942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9Zt-8o5ew_E/Tj_s4U0aSgI/AAAAAAAAAH4/MKXQlO8viYg/s220/cut%2B%2526%2Bglasses.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6251366071306456510.post-5950361587366679498</id><published>2008-11-04T18:57:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T19:07:46.051-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What to say ...</title><content type='html'>The problem with having a blog is that I don't always get to write when I have something to say. That's probably a good thing from some people's perspective. Evidently, I am loud, overbearing and talk too much -- that's according to comments someone heard &amp; relayed to me. Great. Guess I should work on being quiet, demure and listen more. Yeah, right. Like that's likely to happen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week I was composing a blog in my head. A lot of things happen in my head! (My family says) I shouldn't listen to the voices in my head. I listen, but don't always understand -- I don't speak French! At least I know the Lord is listening when I have those conversations -- and He does speak French which means He can understand my crazy monologues. Well, since He's listening, it's more of a dialogue. That should encourage me to be quieter and listen more. Don't think I can do anything about being more demure though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6251366071306456510-5950361587366679498?l=debhash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debhash.blogspot.com/feeds/5950361587366679498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://debhash.blogspot.com/2008/11/what-to-say.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251366071306456510/posts/default/5950361587366679498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251366071306456510/posts/default/5950361587366679498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debhash.blogspot.com/2008/11/what-to-say.html' title='What to say ...'/><author><name>Deb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13138998142200257942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9Zt-8o5ew_E/Tj_s4U0aSgI/AAAAAAAAAH4/MKXQlO8viYg/s220/cut%2B%2526%2Bglasses.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6251366071306456510.post-578938819827675633</id><published>2008-10-28T17:45:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T17:51:24.883-06:00</updated><title type='text'>home ... no, leaving again</title><content type='html'>We got home last night from Washington, DC. Dave was running a fever the &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;whole &lt;/span&gt;time we were there! If he didn't keep ibuprofen and Tylenol in his system, it would shoot up to 103-104 degrees. He still worked the whole time. Even last night, after getting home, it went up to 100.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't go to see any sites while there. With Dave not feeling well, I just felt I should stay around the hotel. I spent a lot of time with Cali &amp; got some work done for Arthur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way home, I fell in the tractor &amp; pulled a muscle or tendon or something in the &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;top &lt;/span&gt;of my foot. Since we're leaving again tomorrow, I had it checked. I wanted to be sure there wasn't a hairline fracture. There isn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, tomorrow the trailer will be loaded with the folks' household stuff &amp; we'll head for Texas. Another quick trip. We'll get there on Thur., unload on Fri., help set up house on Sat. &amp; drive home on Sun. That'll give us two days to get ready before leaving again -- on Wed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully, changes are coming ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6251366071306456510-578938819827675633?l=debhash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debhash.blogspot.com/feeds/578938819827675633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://debhash.blogspot.com/2008/10/home-no-leaving-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251366071306456510/posts/default/578938819827675633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251366071306456510/posts/default/578938819827675633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debhash.blogspot.com/2008/10/home-no-leaving-again.html' title='home ... no, leaving again'/><author><name>Deb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13138998142200257942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9Zt-8o5ew_E/Tj_s4U0aSgI/AAAAAAAAAH4/MKXQlO8viYg/s220/cut%2B%2526%2Bglasses.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6251366071306456510.post-6089202992009987638</id><published>2008-10-22T20:22:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T20:32:57.055-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Good News / Bad News</title><content type='html'>Good news ~ I can drive a semi.&lt;br /&gt;Bad news ~ I had to drive from Deer Trail, CO to Dayton, OH bec. Dave is sick (temp spiking @ 104*).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good news ~ The Ohio interstate limit is 55 mph.&lt;br /&gt;Bad news ~ I was clocked going 71.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good news ~ I haven't had a ticket in over 25 years.&lt;br /&gt;Bad news ~ The Ohio violation for going 71 in a 55 is $115.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good news ~ No damage to our rig.&lt;br /&gt;Bad news ~ The bumper, headlight &amp; fender on the CW England truck will have to be replaced (Dave backed into it).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good news ~ We made it safely to Washington, DC.&lt;br /&gt;Bad news ~ No place to park the rig at the hotel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good news ~ Our crew of 3 are hard workers!&lt;br /&gt;Bad news ~ Dave had to be kicked out of set up twice bec. he's &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;still &lt;/span&gt;running a fever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good news ~ We made it safely thru downtown Washington, DC during rush hour traffic to the place we were told to park the rig.&lt;br /&gt;Bad news ~ We can't park the rig there &amp; had to go back to the hotel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good news ~ There &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;is &lt;/span&gt;a place to park the rig at the hotel!&lt;br /&gt;Bad news ~ It was a pain in the rear to get it parked!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good news ~ CVS is only about 2 blocks from the hotel.&lt;br /&gt;Bad news ~ They don't sell small coffee makers, but Rite Aid does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good news ~ It was a lovely day for a walk with Cali.&lt;br /&gt;Bad news ~ Rite Aid was over a mile away, but they had a small coffee maker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good news ~ It's bed time.&lt;br /&gt;Bad news ~ Dave is still sick. :-(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6251366071306456510-6089202992009987638?l=debhash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debhash.blogspot.com/feeds/6089202992009987638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://debhash.blogspot.com/2008/10/good-news-bad-news.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251366071306456510/posts/default/6089202992009987638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251366071306456510/posts/default/6089202992009987638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debhash.blogspot.com/2008/10/good-news-bad-news.html' title='Good News / Bad News'/><author><name>Deb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13138998142200257942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9Zt-8o5ew_E/Tj_s4U0aSgI/AAAAAAAAAH4/MKXQlO8viYg/s220/cut%2B%2526%2Bglasses.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6251366071306456510.post-422944795462985498</id><published>2008-10-18T20:37:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T09:40:32.242-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Saturday</title><content type='html'>Not much got done today. We slept late -- got up about 8:00. Dave had to be at the shop so the trailer could be unloaded &amp; then loaded for our trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sharon called to say her dad is nearly gone. She, Giles &amp; Emily will fly out on Wed. -- hopefully to say good-bye before he goes Home. Molly will be able to be there too; she hasn't left for sea yet, which is a blessing. Since we're not going to be home, someone else will have to take Giles &amp; Emily to the airport. I wish there was something I could do -- other than pray, but I know that is important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dropped off an employment application at a bakery in Olde Town Arvada. We'll see if anything comes of it. After running a few errands, I went back to the shop to see if Dave wanted to bring me home so he could have the truck. He brought me home, but ended up staying home. He didn't have to work last night's job, but he did have to pick up the rig -- &amp; got home about 2:30 this morning. He was going to go back to the office to get some work finished, but I talked him into staying home, going to bed early &amp; doing it in the morning before we leave. That will enable me to finish laundry &amp; get packed. We'll be ready to roll about noon. I have to get enough laundry done so we can unpack/repack when we get home bec. we'll be here less than 12 hours before heading to TX with the folks' household goods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking forward to getting in the rig -- that's "our" time. We'll talk, listen to audio books, nap (not while driving, tho!). Dave said we have 15,000 miles to cover btwn now &amp; Thanksgiving! I'm not working any of the jobs -- just going to help with the driving. I am so grateful that I can do that. If I get a part time job after we get home, I won't be able to go with him -- which will be very hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost time to go to bed -- pretty tired today, even tho not much was done.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6251366071306456510-422944795462985498?l=debhash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debhash.blogspot.com/feeds/422944795462985498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://debhash.blogspot.com/2008/10/another-saturday.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251366071306456510/posts/default/422944795462985498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251366071306456510/posts/default/422944795462985498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debhash.blogspot.com/2008/10/another-saturday.html' title='Another Saturday'/><author><name>Deb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13138998142200257942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9Zt-8o5ew_E/Tj_s4U0aSgI/AAAAAAAAAH4/MKXQlO8viYg/s220/cut%2B%2526%2Bglasses.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6251366071306456510.post-4085403633858829255</id><published>2008-10-17T20:37:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T20:41:57.197-06:00</updated><title type='text'>reality check</title><content type='html'>facing difficulties within my family. not sure how this will turn out. it's not within my control. there is hope. there is communication &amp; significant emotional break thru. dave &amp; i are on the same page about this. there's only so much we can say/do. the ultimate responsibility lies with others -- and God's intervention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mixed emotions about leaving on Sun. know i need to go, but wonder if it would be wiser to say here -- available. but, as i said, i can't solve the issue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;too tired to know what is best. only know i am thankful God is in control!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6251366071306456510-4085403633858829255?l=debhash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debhash.blogspot.com/feeds/4085403633858829255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://debhash.blogspot.com/2008/10/reality-check.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251366071306456510/posts/default/4085403633858829255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251366071306456510/posts/default/4085403633858829255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debhash.blogspot.com/2008/10/reality-check.html' title='reality check'/><author><name>Deb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13138998142200257942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9Zt-8o5ew_E/Tj_s4U0aSgI/AAAAAAAAAH4/MKXQlO8viYg/s220/cut%2B%2526%2Bglasses.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6251366071306456510.post-6212890334445021927</id><published>2008-10-15T11:38:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T11:43:12.791-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I AM done!</title><content type='html'>Last night was my &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;last &lt;/span&gt;IPG job!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I get home after our series of trips (11/19), I'll be looking for a part time job. It will be difficult to adjust to not traveling with Dave -- I miss him so much when he is gone. But, we are both committed to getting out of debt &amp; are willing to make this short-term personal sacrifice to make a long-term impact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now to get laundry done before we leave!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6251366071306456510-6212890334445021927?l=debhash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debhash.blogspot.com/feeds/6212890334445021927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://debhash.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-am-done.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251366071306456510/posts/default/6212890334445021927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251366071306456510/posts/default/6212890334445021927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debhash.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-am-done.html' title='I AM done!'/><author><name>Deb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13138998142200257942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9Zt-8o5ew_E/Tj_s4U0aSgI/AAAAAAAAAH4/MKXQlO8viYg/s220/cut%2B%2526%2Bglasses.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6251366071306456510.post-949618870747294495</id><published>2008-10-12T21:04:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T20:35:58.388-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am SO done!!!</title><content type='html'>I've been subcontracted by our company to do Power Point for a client's event on Tues. night. This is the third year I've done it. This is the last year, I hope! I am ready to be done with this work!!! In fact, after talking to Dave, I sub-subcontracted the graphic work! Jason, the guy who is WAY better at graphics &amp; this stuff than I am, made 6 options of the client's theme that I dropped into a Power Point &amp; had them pick one to use as a background. SO much more creative &amp; professional than I could every do!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, then I had to get the text, shadow, blah, blah, blah. I am SO done with this!!! I can't finish it until the client gets the photos to me, so that'll be either tomorrow or Tues. morning -- &amp; the event is Tues. night. I'll fix my hair (good thing I have the style I do!), paint my face, dress up &amp; wear heels, smile &amp; do the job. Then I am DONE!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6251366071306456510-949618870747294495?l=debhash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debhash.blogspot.com/feeds/949618870747294495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://debhash.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-am-so-done.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251366071306456510/posts/default/949618870747294495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251366071306456510/posts/default/949618870747294495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debhash.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-am-so-done.html' title='I am SO done!!!'/><author><name>Deb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13138998142200257942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9Zt-8o5ew_E/Tj_s4U0aSgI/AAAAAAAAAH4/MKXQlO8viYg/s220/cut%2B%2526%2Bglasses.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6251366071306456510.post-8213426816877338964</id><published>2008-10-10T21:51:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T21:55:51.762-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Cooler Days &amp; Yummy Soup</title><content type='html'>It was supposed to get up to 70 degrees today, but I don't think it made it. I didn't take a sweater or jacket when I went out bec. I believed the forecast. So, my first stop (after dropping Dave at the shop) was a thrift store! I got a cute pink jacket for $5 -- went (completed!) my outfit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all the sitting this week, my hips have really been hurting -- my calf muscles too. So, I was able to get a massage. Lovely! If you want her number, just let me know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I picked Dave up @ 4:45, it was getting even cooler. I turned the heater on when we got home -- it was only 64 degrees inside! Then I made supper -- Stuffed Green Pepper Soup. It was delicious! Actually, I forgot that I was out of green peppers, so I substituted a red &amp; a yellow. It was still great, but the green will make the difference next time I make it. Yummy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now to crochet a bit &amp; then go to bed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6251366071306456510-8213426816877338964?l=debhash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debhash.blogspot.com/feeds/8213426816877338964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://debhash.blogspot.com/2008/10/cooler-days-yummy-soup.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251366071306456510/posts/default/8213426816877338964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251366071306456510/posts/default/8213426816877338964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debhash.blogspot.com/2008/10/cooler-days-yummy-soup.html' title='Cooler Days &amp; Yummy Soup'/><author><name>Deb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13138998142200257942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9Zt-8o5ew_E/Tj_s4U0aSgI/AAAAAAAAAH4/MKXQlO8viYg/s220/cut%2B%2526%2Bglasses.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6251366071306456510.post-5651139232593612572</id><published>2008-10-09T18:30:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T18:42:05.141-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What a week!</title><content type='html'>It's Thurs. &amp; I am so glad the week is almost over! I am so tired!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dave had to get a proposal to a potential client this week. He found out on Tue. that it had to be there on Wed. It was totally different from anything we've ever done (of course!). Since I'm the wordsmith, I'm the one who had to make it cohesive &amp; clear to the reader. Only took me 27 hrs. I did have a 3 hr. nap in there &amp; took about a total of an hour for meals &amp; bathroom breaks. So, by yesterday, I was pretty wiped out! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, when I thought I might get some sleep, Dave came home from work -- aching, fever, etc. You see, he'd been to the dr. on Tues. &amp; was given a tetanus shot. His right arm is exceeding sore &amp; he's reacted with a fever &amp; aching. So, he slept on his back which meant he was snoring. I thought that, maybe, by waiting until he got into a deep sleep &amp; quit snoring, I could go to bed. That didn't happen! He was moaning all night long -- and he's not a moaner (trust me, he isn't!). I finally crawled into bed about 1 AM, but got up at 5 AM bec. Dave was still snoring. I did take a nap this afternoon which should tide me over until bedtime.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6251366071306456510-5651139232593612572?l=debhash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debhash.blogspot.com/feeds/5651139232593612572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://debhash.blogspot.com/2008/10/what-week.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251366071306456510/posts/default/5651139232593612572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251366071306456510/posts/default/5651139232593612572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debhash.blogspot.com/2008/10/what-week.html' title='What a week!'/><author><name>Deb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13138998142200257942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9Zt-8o5ew_E/Tj_s4U0aSgI/AAAAAAAAAH4/MKXQlO8viYg/s220/cut%2B%2526%2Bglasses.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6251366071306456510.post-6847455713236955547</id><published>2008-10-05T17:26:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T17:32:19.992-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sabbath Rest</title><content type='html'>Dave has taken yesterday &amp; today off. This morning, when he told me he was not going to go to the office, he said, "I'll probably get more done tomorrow if I take today off." Amen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, after getting him settled in his favorite chair &amp; remotes within reach, I left to get a "Chinese Massage" @ the Mills Mall, then got groceries @ King Soopers. The bill was over $300 until my coupons kicked in. Then it was less -- I saved nearly $45 in Sooper Savings &amp; coupons. Yeah! It should hold us for a few days -- at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, now I am sitting beside the love of my life, in my favorite chair. The remotes are still within his reach, but they are also within mine. If I don't want to watch what he wants to watch, I can go up to our room &amp; pick something else. We sure are spoiled!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6251366071306456510-6847455713236955547?l=debhash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debhash.blogspot.com/feeds/6847455713236955547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://debhash.blogspot.com/2008/10/sabbath-rest.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251366071306456510/posts/default/6847455713236955547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251366071306456510/posts/default/6847455713236955547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debhash.blogspot.com/2008/10/sabbath-rest.html' title='Sabbath Rest'/><author><name>Deb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13138998142200257942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9Zt-8o5ew_E/Tj_s4U0aSgI/AAAAAAAAAH4/MKXQlO8viYg/s220/cut%2B%2526%2Bglasses.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6251366071306456510.post-8790607773878599228</id><published>2008-09-30T09:17:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T09:23:57.640-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ah-h-h-h</title><content type='html'>I enjoyed my time with family -- spending time with my folks, spoiling nieces, etc. I am so thankful we have a good relationship &amp; don't dread getting together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT, when I am not with Dave, I miss him terribly. So, it's good to be back together again. That's the "ah-h-h-h" I'm talking about! Even after 27+ years of marriage, he is the one I would rather be with than anyone else! Comfortable, yes, but also challenging. How can I make his life more restful, how can he adjust his schedule to be with me more (his words, not mine!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are changes in the works for us -- home &amp; work. We continue to seek the Lord, asking Him for clear direction as to how best to let go of this work we've spent our lives building ... letting go so we can be available to our families, each other, other ministry. We have years to go (probably), but God is at work in our lives -- together &amp; separately -- to reveal His plan for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah-h-h-h. The peace &amp; comfort of knowing Someone else is in control ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6251366071306456510-8790607773878599228?l=debhash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debhash.blogspot.com/feeds/8790607773878599228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://debhash.blogspot.com/2008/09/ah-h-h-h.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251366071306456510/posts/default/8790607773878599228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251366071306456510/posts/default/8790607773878599228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debhash.blogspot.com/2008/09/ah-h-h-h.html' title='Ah-h-h-h'/><author><name>Deb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13138998142200257942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9Zt-8o5ew_E/Tj_s4U0aSgI/AAAAAAAAAH4/MKXQlO8viYg/s220/cut%2B%2526%2Bglasses.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6251366071306456510.post-5020605014112484549</id><published>2008-09-29T06:34:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T20:38:34.468-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just long enough ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i1evTNDVvr0/SODM_pa-v-I/AAAAAAAAAD8/dk5IDJ1i2C8/s1600-h/comfy+cosies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i1evTNDVvr0/SODM_pa-v-I/AAAAAAAAAD8/dk5IDJ1i2C8/s200/comfy+cosies.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251422559336841186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a week since arriving at my folks' place in Columbia, SC. It's been a good visit. Besides taking a nap all but one day, I was able to spend time with family &amp; did a few projects. I made two pot cosies -- one for a tea pot &amp; one for a French press. I purchased the patterns (along with several others) from crochetroo on Etsy.com (http://www.etsy.com/view_listing.php?listing_id=15626204). She has some fabulous patterns! Sometimes she posts them on her blog (crochetroo.blogspot.com). I bought the patterns! Mother really likes them -- &amp; I think they turned out well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've enjoyed time with my nieces -- both are so different. The youngest, Evy (age 10), especially had fun playing with Cali.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it's time to pack up &amp; get ready to go. Dave &amp; Scott are loading the equipment that was left in Myrtle Beach after that done finished. They should be here (at the exit near my folks') about 12:30 this afternoon. Since Daddy is going golfing, my brother will drive me to the pick up spot. I've really missed Dave &amp; anxious to get back on the road with him. And, it'll be nice to get home again!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6251366071306456510-5020605014112484549?l=debhash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debhash.blogspot.com/feeds/5020605014112484549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://debhash.blogspot.com/2008/09/just-long-enough.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251366071306456510/posts/default/5020605014112484549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251366071306456510/posts/default/5020605014112484549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debhash.blogspot.com/2008/09/just-long-enough.html' title='Just long enough ...'/><author><name>Deb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13138998142200257942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9Zt-8o5ew_E/Tj_s4U0aSgI/AAAAAAAAAH4/MKXQlO8viYg/s220/cut%2B%2526%2Bglasses.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i1evTNDVvr0/SODM_pa-v-I/AAAAAAAAAD8/dk5IDJ1i2C8/s72-c/comfy+cosies.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6251366071306456510.post-7050984047170106429</id><published>2008-09-24T14:06:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T14:18:51.376-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Calm Turmoil</title><content type='html'>As I watch current events -- corruption on Wall St., mortgages being foreclosed on, etc. -- the reporters, politicians and commentators are rushing to calm fears, find a "quick fix" and appear in control. How grateful I am that GOD is in control of it ALL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My trust remains in the Creator, Redeemer and Provider of all, knowing He has it all in hand (literally!), and although we are most likely facing difficult days ahead, maybe even devastation, my heart is at peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a different note ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm spending a few days with my folks in Columbia, SC. It's refreshing to not have a schedule or agenda. I'm getting a bit of crocheting done -- one of my nieces wants me to teach her how to make things -- and working on a few projects of my choice. Already, I'm beginning to feel a bit rested. And, I delight in having Cali with me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6251366071306456510-7050984047170106429?l=debhash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debhash.blogspot.com/feeds/7050984047170106429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://debhash.blogspot.com/2008/09/calm-turmoil.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251366071306456510/posts/default/7050984047170106429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251366071306456510/posts/default/7050984047170106429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debhash.blogspot.com/2008/09/calm-turmoil.html' title='Calm Turmoil'/><author><name>Deb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13138998142200257942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9Zt-8o5ew_E/Tj_s4U0aSgI/AAAAAAAAAH4/MKXQlO8viYg/s220/cut%2B%2526%2Bglasses.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6251366071306456510.post-4214632095824199674</id><published>2008-09-22T07:27:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T07:34:39.706-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Rabid Dogs &amp; Willie Nelson</title><content type='html'>We arrived in Hendersonville, NC about 4:00 PM -- it's just about an hour south of Asheville. Our friend (&amp; employee) came to the hotel, picked us up &amp; we went to their home for supper. Salmon!!! Our friends have a West Highland Terrier -- Lucy. She loves to play, but Cali couldn't get the hang of it. She's just not used to being with other dogs. She would wag her tail, but the noise coming out of her wasn't friendly sounding! Poor Lucy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today, our friend (&amp; employee) is riding with us. Since we had to go thru here anyway, &amp; their job is in Myrtle Beach &amp; Orlando, it's less expensive than flying him. And, it gives Dave company once I'm dropped off at my folks' in Columbia, SC -- about 2 hrs. from now. I'm looking forward to a week of doing only what I want -- and what I want is mostly naps!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6251366071306456510-4214632095824199674?l=debhash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debhash.blogspot.com/feeds/4214632095824199674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://debhash.blogspot.com/2008/09/rabid-dogs-willie-nelson.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251366071306456510/posts/default/4214632095824199674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251366071306456510/posts/default/4214632095824199674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debhash.blogspot.com/2008/09/rabid-dogs-willie-nelson.html' title='Rabid Dogs &amp; Willie Nelson'/><author><name>Deb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13138998142200257942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9Zt-8o5ew_E/Tj_s4U0aSgI/AAAAAAAAAH4/MKXQlO8viYg/s220/cut%2B%2526%2Bglasses.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6251366071306456510.post-8081402175684544931</id><published>2008-09-16T15:55:00.010-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T16:10:12.460-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Finished Projects!</title><content type='html'>Most of my projects hover around 95% done. Today, I finished the other crocheted bag for my niece. I had made a purse for myself a couple of weeks ago -- I felted it, then lined it &amp; added a ribbon "belt". Before felting, the bag had large holes btwn the stitches &amp; was about 25% larger. I really like it &amp; used it as my lining test. I'm pleased with the way the bags turned out. Here's all three:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i1evTNDVvr0/SNAtDGx9ZCI/AAAAAAAAADM/m8FGenwVP3g/s1600-h/Evy_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i1evTNDVvr0/SNAtDGx9ZCI/AAAAAAAAADM/m8FGenwVP3g/s200/Evy_1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246743097269642274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i1evTNDVvr0/SNAtVFTkKfI/AAAAAAAAADU/NwKuLkfNcFk/s1600-h/Evy_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i1evTNDVvr0/SNAtVFTkKfI/AAAAAAAAADU/NwKuLkfNcFk/s200/Evy_2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246743406111369714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i1evTNDVvr0/SNAtuytdCJI/AAAAAAAAADc/Gl8jqbczbjU/s1600-h/AJ_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i1evTNDVvr0/SNAtuytdCJI/AAAAAAAAADc/Gl8jqbczbjU/s200/AJ_2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246743847796279442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i1evTNDVvr0/SNAt2RNTxqI/AAAAAAAAADk/GJ3ca0dv26k/s1600-h/AJ_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i1evTNDVvr0/SNAt2RNTxqI/AAAAAAAAADk/GJ3ca0dv26k/s200/AJ_1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246743976242038434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i1evTNDVvr0/SNAt-1Bjk0I/AAAAAAAAADs/JSwh1z1k6s0/s1600-h/felted+bag.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i1evTNDVvr0/SNAt-1Bjk0I/AAAAAAAAADs/JSwh1z1k6s0/s200/felted+bag.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246744123295372098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i1evTNDVvr0/SNAuHZJyjyI/AAAAAAAAAD0/J3wVABcOc7Y/s1600-h/felted+bag_inside.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i1evTNDVvr0/SNAuHZJyjyI/AAAAAAAAAD0/J3wVABcOc7Y/s200/felted+bag_inside.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246744270432538402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6251366071306456510-8081402175684544931?l=debhash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debhash.blogspot.com/feeds/8081402175684544931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://debhash.blogspot.com/2008/09/nearly-finished-projects.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251366071306456510/posts/default/8081402175684544931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251366071306456510/posts/default/8081402175684544931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debhash.blogspot.com/2008/09/nearly-finished-projects.html' title='Finished Projects!'/><author><name>Deb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13138998142200257942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9Zt-8o5ew_E/Tj_s4U0aSgI/AAAAAAAAAH4/MKXQlO8viYg/s220/cut%2B%2526%2Bglasses.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i1evTNDVvr0/SNAtDGx9ZCI/AAAAAAAAADM/m8FGenwVP3g/s72-c/Evy_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6251366071306456510.post-2651365510275794819</id><published>2008-09-15T23:37:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T23:42:59.208-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Another busy day ...</title><content type='html'>Dave left for Cincinnati today; he'll be home tomorrow evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent the day working on finishing a bag for my niece Evy. I had crocheted it quite a while ago -- a month or so -- but I needed to line it. I wanted to make it reversible, but couldn't get it to work out. It's a good thing I bought so much fabric -- I used almost every bit! I changed the buttons on the bag. I'll work on her sister's tomorrow. AJ's bag is a messenger bag -- also crocheted, but to be lined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A workman came today to fill in &amp; patch the holes in the garage. He'll be back some time tomorrow -- a couple need a second coat. I'll have to get primer &amp; paint. I wonder if I can get Kilz &amp; use that without priming -- it comes in various colors. I'm thinking a very light green -- since it's a soothing, restful color. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been trying to sleep, but it won't come. So, I took an OTC sleeping pill. It doesn't do much more than make me drowsy, so maybe I'll get to sleep soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6251366071306456510-2651365510275794819?l=debhash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debhash.blogspot.com/feeds/2651365510275794819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://debhash.blogspot.com/2008/09/another-busy-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251366071306456510/posts/default/2651365510275794819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251366071306456510/posts/default/2651365510275794819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debhash.blogspot.com/2008/09/another-busy-day.html' title='Another busy day ...'/><author><name>Deb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13138998142200257942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9Zt-8o5ew_E/Tj_s4U0aSgI/AAAAAAAAAH4/MKXQlO8viYg/s220/cut%2B%2526%2Bglasses.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6251366071306456510.post-8846148308786269023</id><published>2008-09-13T20:57:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T21:17:04.590-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I love Bugs Bunny!</title><content type='html'>I don't remember if I took my mental meds on Thurs. AM. If I did, they went right thru me (was having stomach problems all day). Thurs. night, I had nightmares all night. Kept trying to wake myself up -- telling myself I had to call 9-1-1 for help. I woke, finally, and was in a full blown panic attack. Cali had snuggled with me all night -- she knew I was having a rough night &amp; just wouldn't leave my side at all. What a blessing that little one is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called Joe in to help me -- get my meds, a sleeping pill so I could go back to sleep, etc. I was supposed to pick Dave up at the airport, but asked Arthur to get someone from the office to pick him up. I turned on a Bugs Bunny DVD &amp; went to sleep. I slept most of the day -- which was a good thing. The nightmares and panic attacks ended. Bec. Joe helped me, he missed his job interview in Littleton @ Sunflower Market. I'm praying they will call &amp; reschedule. He did call them &amp; explain why he missed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Giles &amp; Emily were going to come for supper &amp; I was supposed to help them address thank you envelopes. I wrote an email &amp; told them what was going on -- they were still welcome to come, but I wouldn't be much use to them. They did come, but did other stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had asked Joe to take chicken thighs out of the freezer, but then told him to put them in the fridge &amp; fix something quick for supper. He decided to grill them, plus fixed baked beans (OK, opened a can &amp; heated them). He fixed enough to include Dave, Giles &amp; Emily (Arthur was working). I had a bowl of cereal &amp; watched Bugs Bunny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a hot bath &amp; fresh pajamas, I went to bed -- with Bugs Bunny running. There's something about it that is soothing to me. Maybe it's bec. I loved it so much as a kid. I love "Rabbit Season" and "Pete Puma"! Also the ones with the big red, hairy monster. Anyway, I moved to the living room about 1:30 AM this morning -- Dave was snoring so loudly! Once again, Bugs Bunny was in the DVD player &amp; I went right to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today has been much better! I'm back to "normal". I was able to finish the purse I crocheted -- pink &amp; brown felted. I lined it and put the finishing touches on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, I went to a Tastefully Simple party at my neighbor's. Fun, but too expensive. When I got home, Dave was in his chair &amp; I asked how he's doing. Depressed, discouraged, tired ... I'm glad we aren't both in that state at the same time! He really needs help -- and time off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6251366071306456510-8846148308786269023?l=debhash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debhash.blogspot.com/feeds/8846148308786269023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://debhash.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-love-bugs-bunny.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251366071306456510/posts/default/8846148308786269023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251366071306456510/posts/default/8846148308786269023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debhash.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-love-bugs-bunny.html' title='I love Bugs Bunny!'/><author><name>Deb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13138998142200257942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9Zt-8o5ew_E/Tj_s4U0aSgI/AAAAAAAAAH4/MKXQlO8viYg/s220/cut%2B%2526%2Bglasses.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6251366071306456510.post-7773306284870083117</id><published>2008-09-11T14:07:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T14:16:46.857-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday eve ...</title><content type='html'>OK, so it's Thursday. Friday eve just sounds more encouraging, don't you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dave flew to Phoenix for a site visit with a client. He gets home tomorrow afternoon ... or evening. I don't know what time. Guess I'll know when he calls once he's landed. That gives me just about enough time to drive out to the airport &amp; for the plane to get to the gate &amp; him to the curb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke @ 2:30 this morning ... and was in &amp; out of the bathroom for several hours. Don't know the problem, but I finally decided to stay up when someone's (Dave's!) alarm went off @ 5:00 AM. Bath, dress, coffee, snuggle with Cali. Another day started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After putting a few things away, emptying the dishwasher &amp; reloading it (you're welcome, Arthur), I left to take old-ish magazines to Kaiser, dump a load of trash in the office's dumpster, get dog food ($50!!! for a 20 lb bag -- TWICE what it was last time I bought it. Good thing she only eats 1/2 cup each day!) Then I went &amp; got my nails done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm going to find a dif. place to get my nails done. The guy is nice enough, but he talks way to much!!! And that's a lot, bec. it doesn't usually bother me. And, I've not been real pleased with the work the last two times (I've been a total of 3, but still ...). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got home, the cleaners were just finishing up. Angie &amp; her husband (James, I think) work together -- and it's delightful to hear them chatter &amp; laugh together as they work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After they left, I made butterscotch brownies, chocolate peppermint brownies &amp; now have banana bread in the oven. Tonight is "back to school" night @ Joe's school &amp; I offered to bring the treats -- vs. store bought cookies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hoping I sleep better tonight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6251366071306456510-7773306284870083117?l=debhash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debhash.blogspot.com/feeds/7773306284870083117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://debhash.blogspot.com/2008/09/friday-eve.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251366071306456510/posts/default/7773306284870083117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251366071306456510/posts/default/7773306284870083117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debhash.blogspot.com/2008/09/friday-eve.html' title='Friday eve ...'/><author><name>Deb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13138998142200257942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9Zt-8o5ew_E/Tj_s4U0aSgI/AAAAAAAAAH4/MKXQlO8viYg/s220/cut%2B%2526%2Bglasses.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6251366071306456510.post-8966533573024610530</id><published>2008-09-07T14:10:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T14:13:41.351-06:00</updated><title type='text'>99% done &amp; moving on</title><content type='html'>The kitchen is 99% done! After getting things cleaned out &amp; reorganized, I have LOTS more space. I took the doors off of 2 cupboards -- meds, etc. in one &amp; microwave &amp; cookbooks in the other. The 1% that needs to be done is taking that stuff out &amp; painting the inside white. That will make it look much better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, on to the basement! I already have a start -- items sorts btwn give away, throw away &amp; put away. I've been thru some files &amp; will start shredding when I'm done with lunch. I'll see how long this takes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6251366071306456510-8966533573024610530?l=debhash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debhash.blogspot.com/feeds/8966533573024610530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://debhash.blogspot.com/2008/09/99-done-moving-on.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251366071306456510/posts/default/8966533573024610530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251366071306456510/posts/default/8966533573024610530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debhash.blogspot.com/2008/09/99-done-moving-on.html' title='99% done &amp; moving on'/><author><name>Deb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13138998142200257942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9Zt-8o5ew_E/Tj_s4U0aSgI/AAAAAAAAAH4/MKXQlO8viYg/s220/cut%2B%2526%2Bglasses.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6251366071306456510.post-4634722422649527323</id><published>2008-09-05T19:21:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T19:46:16.727-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It just takes one phone call!</title><content type='html'>Night before last, our neighbor called about 9:30 PM. She was desperate for a sitter the next morning -- all her regular sitters weren't available. Sure, I can sit for her! I love her kids -- and only 2 of the 4 would be there. So, after taking Joe to school &amp; Dave to work, I refilled my coffee cup &amp; walked over. We had fun! It was craft time -- tearing scraps of paper to make pictures, coloring, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was there, a friend of my neighbor called. SHE was desperate for a sitter that afternoon! All of her regular sitters weren't available. I told her to bring them on over. "I know we've never met, but either Diane or I will be here to watch your kids. I just have to be free by 3 PM." Diane got home about 11:45 AM, so I dashed home to get a bite to eat &amp; let Cali out. Diane called to say she had to take one of her kids to pre-school, so could I keep my eye out for her friend's van. I told her to leave her daughter with me &amp; we'd watch for the other family. They arrived about 5 min. after Diane left. The kids know each other, but the neighbor girl (3) and the oldest friend (5) are more like kittens spitting at each other! I had to discipline a little -- separate, teach, etc. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diane had a couple of errands, &amp; I know it's much easier without kids, so I told her just to get them done.On her way home, she called to see what kind of Starbucks I like. YEAH!!! I was about to conk out from being so tired! She got in about 2:45. I took a couple of min. to tell her about what had happened with the kids. She kept saying, "That's a good way to say that." and "You're so good at that." I told her I've been around the block a couple of times &amp; the patience comes with age -- she's in the middle of it &amp; worn down. AND, her littlest one is a cute, strong willed princess! We laughed about that too. I encouraged her to not wait until she was desperate -- if I'm not available, I'll tell her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her kids &amp; a couple of others in the neighborhood love to come over, ring our doorbell &amp; ask, "Can Cali come out &amp; play?" If it's "yes", I usually sit out on the porch &amp; crochet or talk to the kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All that to say, I didn't get ANYTHING done at my house on Thurs!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I had planned to get the kitchen finished. NOT!!! After taking Joe to school &amp; Dave to work, I set up an antique 8mm film projector in the conference room as a display (along with the display of remote controls &amp; VHS tapes -- with the tape pulled out of the cassette!). Anyway, I needed to get an actual display case &amp; 2 frames (for the manual &amp; diagram sheet). That meant a trip to Hobby Lobby. But first, I went to Office Max to get file boxes so I can finish the basement this wkend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time I got home, it was nearly noon. So, I got busy in the kitchen. First order of the day was to empty two cupboards &amp; cut the upper shelf on one side so I could move the microwave into the cupboard -- that way it's actually in the kitchen &amp; not in the dining area. That required a jig saw. Which we didn't have. That meant a trip to Home Depot. Once home, I had to figure out the saw, make measurements &amp; start cutting. Sawdust EVERYWHERE!!! And, bec. the saw has guide feet on each side of the blade, I couldn't get completely to the area I needed to cut out. What a mess!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, at 3 PM I had to leave to pick up Joe &amp; take him to work. (Thankfully, he can pick his car up @ the repair shop tomorrow!!!) But, on my way out the door, Dave called to tell me he has to fly to Cincinnati 9/15-16. I can't figure out why he finds it necessary to keep me on the phone while he works on his computer, looking for flights. I'm not much help when I can't see what I'm doing. I finally got off the phone, got Joe &amp; got back home. I got back on the phone with Dave, asked a couple of questions &amp; then started working on my computer looking for flights. Since he tends to have problems when he flies (delays, broken planes, etc.), he prefers to fly non-stop. It came to an $800 ticket!!! Not my money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the kitchen. More cutting, cleaning up the mess, getting the microwave into the cupboard. It fit! By now, it's just after 5 PM. Time to go pick up Dave at work. As I pulled out of the drive, I called to let him know he got to pick where we would be getting supper -- the kitchen is too torn apart to cook or even get a glass out of the cupboard. Taco Bell. Not my favorite, but it was OK. I had something small, so I may have a bowl of cereal later. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll finish the kitchen tomorrow. My right shoulder is too sore from all the work with the jig saw. You see, there's a feature on the jig saw that allows you to hook it up to your vacuum cleaner. I didn't figure that out until after the first mess. So, I got the vacuum cleaner &amp; hooked it up to the saw attachment. Yeah, it doesn't FIT -- the attachment cracked. SO, I taped it on, stood on the step stool, put the vacuum hose on my right shoulder &amp; began to cut the upper shelf. I felt like a monkey trying to scratch her butt thru her ear! It was heavy, awkward &amp; a strain. Men just don't ask women how to design some power tools! What's up with that?! We need them too, but they need to fit our hands &amp; be more practical -- just as effective &amp; powerful, but better thought out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too tired to do anything else. I'll start again in the morning -- either before I take Joe to get his car, after I take Dave to work, or some other urgent need that only I seem to be able to take care of.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6251366071306456510-4634722422649527323?l=debhash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debhash.blogspot.com/feeds/4634722422649527323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://debhash.blogspot.com/2008/09/it-just-takes-one-phone-call.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251366071306456510/posts/default/4634722422649527323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251366071306456510/posts/default/4634722422649527323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debhash.blogspot.com/2008/09/it-just-takes-one-phone-call.html' title='It just takes one phone call!'/><author><name>Deb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13138998142200257942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9Zt-8o5ew_E/Tj_s4U0aSgI/AAAAAAAAAH4/MKXQlO8viYg/s220/cut%2B%2526%2Bglasses.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6251366071306456510.post-6458933388412238292</id><published>2008-09-02T22:38:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T23:22:33.531-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleepless night &amp; busy day</title><content type='html'>Last night, I couldn't go to sleep. I was tired, but my heart was hurting. Without going into detail, lets just say that Dave &amp; I still have parenting to do with Joe. He is physically 18 yrs old, but emotionally &amp; maturity is at about 16 yrs. We've talked with him about it. It's a heart issue -- that has been manifested in sin. So, we've yanked his leash to about 2 ft. School, work, etc. and nothing else -- no special privileges, no friends over until he exhibits heart-change. He has to &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;own &lt;/span&gt;his faith -- his walk with God has to be &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;his &lt;/span&gt;walk. So, we continue to talk, pray and work with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of Joe -- he's been very sick the past 3 days. He didn't feel well when he went to work on Sun. &amp; was miserable when he got home. Yesterday, his throat was so sore that he couldn't even talk, so I called in sick for him at work. I loaded him up with meds -- natural and otherwise. By evening, he was running a fever. He couldn't sleep, so at 1 AM (this morning) I went to the grocery to get Musinex nasal spray -- that stuff works! He missed his first day of school (today) &amp; spent most of it sleeping on the couch. His temp was up to 102.2, but broke later in the evening. He's planning to go to school tomorrow, but we'll see what the morning brings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, today I spent time cleaning out the kitchen cupboards -- taking everything out, wiping the inside, putting in shelf liner, moving things around for better organization. There's a lot less in the cupboards now and several things to go to ARC. It's a good thing their truck is coming next week! While I was cleaning the cupboards, I listened for the washer/dryer cycles &amp; switched things around when necessary. About 5 loads were done today. That's progress in a major way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, I plan to finish in the kitchen, box up the things for ARC, do laundry btwn everything and have supper ready when Dave gets home. (Today I put a roast &amp; veggies in the crock pot with gravy, mushroom soup, then shredded the roast &amp; it became stew. M-m-m-m. De-lish! Biscuits &amp; it was a meal.) If I get finished with the kitchen &amp; other things before supper, I'll start on the hall closet upstairs. After that, it's on to my closet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired -- not much sleep, busy day &amp; it's nearly 11:30 PM. I'll get up @ 7 AM (unless I wake up before the alarm -- which happens often) &amp; see if Joe is well enough to go to school. Right now, I'm going to go to bed!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6251366071306456510-6458933388412238292?l=debhash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debhash.blogspot.com/feeds/6458933388412238292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://debhash.blogspot.com/2008/09/sleepless-night-busy-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251366071306456510/posts/default/6458933388412238292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251366071306456510/posts/default/6458933388412238292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debhash.blogspot.com/2008/09/sleepless-night-busy-day.html' title='Sleepless night &amp; busy day'/><author><name>Deb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13138998142200257942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9Zt-8o5ew_E/Tj_s4U0aSgI/AAAAAAAAAH4/MKXQlO8viYg/s220/cut%2B%2526%2Bglasses.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6251366071306456510.post-6507284474985369075</id><published>2008-08-31T11:55:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T12:07:02.458-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Still sorting &amp; fixing</title><content type='html'>The garage is nearly empty! I've been making runs to ARC with items left over from the yard sale; some of the larger items will be picked up by an ARC truck on 9/9.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Thur., I began the process of taking the garage apart -- dismantling the (home made) work area that never really worked, taking out nails &amp; hooks, taking down shelves that were up (WAY up) when we moved in. I have a few more to take down &amp; remove nails &amp; hooks from another wall. I also need to get the broken garage door opener down. I'm really hoping to have it all done by the end of today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got tired of waiting (2 yrs!) for someone to fix a kitchen drawer for me. When we had our new gas cook top put in, the new gas pipe interfered with the drawer -- by about 3 in. So, I did the measurements myself, cut off the 3 in. myself, glued the bottom &amp; nailed the back on myself &amp; put it BACK myself! That meant getting a new drawer divider to accommodate the silverware, which moved from the last drawer to the fixed drawer. I still have more sorting, cleaning out &amp; re-arranging of cupboards in the kitchen, but at least that part is done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think I'll have a peanut butter &amp; jelly sandwich with a glass of milk before getting back to work in the garage. Cali will keep me company.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6251366071306456510-6507284474985369075?l=debhash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debhash.blogspot.com/feeds/6507284474985369075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://debhash.blogspot.com/2008/08/still-sorting-fixing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251366071306456510/posts/default/6507284474985369075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251366071306456510/posts/default/6507284474985369075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debhash.blogspot.com/2008/08/still-sorting-fixing.html' title='Still sorting &amp; fixing'/><author><name>Deb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13138998142200257942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9Zt-8o5ew_E/Tj_s4U0aSgI/AAAAAAAAAH4/MKXQlO8viYg/s220/cut%2B%2526%2Bglasses.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6251366071306456510.post-1549553484670959266</id><published>2008-08-29T09:49:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T09:53:25.830-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Friday!!!</title><content type='html'>Dave took yesterday off! What a treat to have him @ home. He wanted to just "chill" &amp; watch movies, so I shopped, ran errands, etc. which gave him his space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I'm getting back to the garage -- put another load into the truck to haul to ARC, pull nails &amp; hooks out of the wall, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joe is home. Not up yet. He has more laundry to do &amp; needs to finish sorting his room out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's going to be a lovely wkend -- warm, fairly quiet. At least the bulldozers won't be running.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to get busy ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6251366071306456510-1549553484670959266?l=debhash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debhash.blogspot.com/feeds/1549553484670959266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://debhash.blogspot.com/2008/08/its-friday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251366071306456510/posts/default/1549553484670959266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251366071306456510/posts/default/1549553484670959266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debhash.blogspot.com/2008/08/its-friday.html' title='It&apos;s Friday!!!'/><author><name>Deb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13138998142200257942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9Zt-8o5ew_E/Tj_s4U0aSgI/AAAAAAAAAH4/MKXQlO8viYg/s220/cut%2B%2526%2Bglasses.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6251366071306456510.post-7193432102731522558</id><published>2008-08-27T10:02:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T10:06:43.289-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Piles of stuff &amp; laundry</title><content type='html'>Well, the yard sale is over &amp; I still have piles of stuff left over. I've called ARC to pick up some of it, but went ahead &amp; hauled some over to their donation center this morning. I really want it out of the garage so I can get that space done!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The piles of laundry have spilled out into the spare room! Thankfully, it's not all mine &amp; Dave's dirty clothes! Joe has LOTS to wash, dry, fold &amp; put away. He doesn't work today, so he can get some done. Our water was turned off yesterday (thanks, City of Arvada!), so he didn't get started until after 3 PM. He did spend the day in his room, putting things away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, now it's out to the garage to sort, throw &amp; load more stuff into the truck to take to ARC. There are a few things they will pick up on 9/9, but I don't want to wait that long for everything to go. Joe has also asked me to make a book stand for him, so I bought a hinge &amp; hook/eye to get that done. The battery to my circular saw should be charged, so I'll get that done first.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6251366071306456510-7193432102731522558?l=debhash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debhash.blogspot.com/feeds/7193432102731522558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://debhash.blogspot.com/2008/08/piles-of-stuff-laundry.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251366071306456510/posts/default/7193432102731522558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251366071306456510/posts/default/7193432102731522558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debhash.blogspot.com/2008/08/piles-of-stuff-laundry.html' title='Piles of stuff &amp; laundry'/><author><name>Deb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13138998142200257942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9Zt-8o5ew_E/Tj_s4U0aSgI/AAAAAAAAAH4/MKXQlO8viYg/s220/cut%2B%2526%2Bglasses.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6251366071306456510.post-9104874980017563647</id><published>2008-08-24T10:17:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T10:21:58.883-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving on</title><content type='html'>The yard sale is finally over! I'll get in touch with ARC to pick up what's left over. I may try to sell my cedar chest on craig's list -- it's too nice to just give away. The neighbor kids hung out most of the time. I had to ask them to play on the grass rather than amongst the sale items. I ended up being the wkend sitter! Btwn the two days, I made about $275. Not too bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I get the stuff out of the garage (hauled away by ARC), I'll work on getting the garage cleaned up -- nails &amp; hooks out of the walls, shelves dismantled, holes filled, walls painted, floor cleaned &amp; cracks filled, floor painted, then a tool storage system. It'll be nice to have it done! I also need to finish cleaning off the back porch -- some of that stuff will go back into the garage, but some just needs to be put in smaller boxes &amp; handed off to the boys (ornaments, etc.).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dave is at the office today. Since no one else is there, he'll be able to get a lot more done. He was home all day yesterday -- and enjoyed the day of rest. Today is my day of rest. No make up, maybe a nap, crocheting, TV and a light supper. Just perfect!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6251366071306456510-9104874980017563647?l=debhash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debhash.blogspot.com/feeds/9104874980017563647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://debhash.blogspot.com/2008/08/moving-on.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251366071306456510/posts/default/9104874980017563647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251366071306456510/posts/default/9104874980017563647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debhash.blogspot.com/2008/08/moving-on.html' title='Moving on'/><author><name>Deb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13138998142200257942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9Zt-8o5ew_E/Tj_s4U0aSgI/AAAAAAAAAH4/MKXQlO8viYg/s220/cut%2B%2526%2Bglasses.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6251366071306456510.post-8823866580956611486</id><published>2008-08-22T11:57:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T12:06:07.888-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Cleaning out, downsizing, decluttering ...</title><content type='html'>Whatever you want to call it, that's what I've been doing most of the summer. Getting rid of stuff!!! Emily helped (and what a tremendous help she was!) to go thru the garage -- 15+ yrs. of stuff -- and the barn -- 10+ yrs. of stuff. We threw away SO much junk!!! I took loads &amp; loads of stuff to ARC. I also left boxes &amp; bags for then when they were coming thru the neighborhood to pick up re-usables.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The professional organizer was here last Sat. &amp; helped Joe declutter/organize his bedroom. It didn't get finished, so Dave &amp; I helped him on Wed., buying storage cabinets instead of building a closet unit. He likes how it has turned out. And, he seems relieved to have the junk out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The garage sale had been scheduled for last wkend, but it was postponed due to rainy -- and I mean &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;rainy &lt;/span&gt;-- weather. Today is bright, dry &amp; warm -- perfect for a garage sale! I had quite a bit of traffic btwn 8:30 &amp; 10:30 -- over $100 in sales. A few items are priced (in my head), but otherwise, I ask the buyer to make an offer. Ridiculous prices -- most going for a couple of dollars. I just want it gone!!! I pray tomorrow will be even better. Whatever is left will get hauled to ARC. If it's a lot left, I'll have them pick it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feels GREAT to get it out!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6251366071306456510-8823866580956611486?l=debhash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debhash.blogspot.com/feeds/8823866580956611486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://debhash.blogspot.com/2008/08/cleaning-out-downsizing-decluttering.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251366071306456510/posts/default/8823866580956611486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251366071306456510/posts/default/8823866580956611486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debhash.blogspot.com/2008/08/cleaning-out-downsizing-decluttering.html' title='Cleaning out, downsizing, decluttering ...'/><author><name>Deb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13138998142200257942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9Zt-8o5ew_E/Tj_s4U0aSgI/AAAAAAAAAH4/MKXQlO8viYg/s220/cut%2B%2526%2Bglasses.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6251366071306456510.post-8627602212309383334</id><published>2008-08-18T14:14:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T14:20:28.358-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends Old &amp; New</title><content type='html'>Saturday was a busy day -- very enjoyable. Although it rained ALL day, it didn't dampen my mood or plans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enjoyed coffee &amp; catching up with my best friend from college. Ann &amp; I have one of those relationships where -- no matter how long it's been since we last talked (&amp; it was a couple of years) -- it's never difficult or awkward to get together &amp; catch up. I'm grateful we are back in touch. There aren't very many friends like that in life &amp; I'm thankful she is one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner was spent with ladies from the neighborhood &amp; friends of our hostess. Margaret -- lives across the street from us -- invited neighborhood ladies &amp; friends to enjoy dinner, drinks &amp; dessert. I met women to live near me that I have never talked to, I chatted with ladies I've only said "hello" to, and caught up with my next door neighbor who had breast cancer last summer. It was a delightful evening!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was spent relaxing with my best friend -- David. He got home from work @ 3:30 AM, slept until about noon &amp; then sat beside me while we watched TV. Today, he went to work, had a meeting &amp; took the afternoon off! He is also taking the next 2-3 days off! Yippee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the rain has passed &amp; the sun is shining -- inside &amp; out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6251366071306456510-8627602212309383334?l=debhash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debhash.blogspot.com/feeds/8627602212309383334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://debhash.blogspot.com/2008/08/friends-old-new.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251366071306456510/posts/default/8627602212309383334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251366071306456510/posts/default/8627602212309383334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debhash.blogspot.com/2008/08/friends-old-new.html' title='Friends Old &amp; New'/><author><name>Deb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13138998142200257942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9Zt-8o5ew_E/Tj_s4U0aSgI/AAAAAAAAAH4/MKXQlO8viYg/s220/cut%2B%2526%2Bglasses.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6251366071306456510.post-8729300343584249858</id><published>2008-08-16T14:01:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T14:06:01.007-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Catching up ...</title><content type='html'>I was pleasantly surprised when I got an email from the office saying my friend, Ann Miller, had called &amp; left her phone number. Ann &amp; I have been friends since college (30 years ago!!! YIKES!). We have a history that goes beyond just knowing one another. Anyway, we got together this morning for coffee &amp; to catch up on what's been happening in our lives the past few years (2? 3? -- who cares). Once we got caught up on family &amp; life in general, we talked easily about what is happening inside. We have the kind of friendship that transcends simple time &amp; space. It's like taking a deep breath &amp; starting the next sentence -- no matter how long ago we talked. I love that. God has blessed me with two such friends in my life &amp; she is one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I think I'll catch up on some sleep!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6251366071306456510-8729300343584249858?l=debhash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debhash.blogspot.com/feeds/8729300343584249858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://debhash.blogspot.com/2008/08/catching-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251366071306456510/posts/default/8729300343584249858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251366071306456510/posts/default/8729300343584249858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debhash.blogspot.com/2008/08/catching-up.html' title='Catching up ...'/><author><name>Deb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13138998142200257942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9Zt-8o5ew_E/Tj_s4U0aSgI/AAAAAAAAAH4/MKXQlO8viYg/s220/cut%2B%2526%2Bglasses.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6251366071306456510.post-8247586288309293752</id><published>2008-08-13T21:50:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T20:22:19.383-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Regular work is good</title><content type='html'>Dave had a very busy day -- me, not so much. I did go down to a job with Dave -- 19th year doing this job. Denver Concert Band in the park. There was a very good turnout. We took Cali &amp; she had a blast! We let her run around until people started showing up -- then we put her on a leash. She did really well with all the people -- only barking occasionally. It didn't rain -- which is great. In fact, the weather was perfect!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6251366071306456510-8247586288309293752?l=debhash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debhash.blogspot.com/feeds/8247586288309293752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://debhash.blogspot.com/2008/08/regular-work-is-good.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251366071306456510/posts/default/8247586288309293752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251366071306456510/posts/default/8247586288309293752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debhash.blogspot.com/2008/08/regular-work-is-good.html' title='Regular work is good'/><author><name>Deb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13138998142200257942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9Zt-8o5ew_E/Tj_s4U0aSgI/AAAAAAAAAH4/MKXQlO8viYg/s220/cut%2B%2526%2Bglasses.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6251366071306456510.post-8847867048130651263</id><published>2008-08-12T07:59:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T08:03:53.349-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ow-w-w-w!</title><content type='html'>Well, I got major drugs, but only AFTER the root canal. It was a long, painful session -- two hours. He wasn't working on me the whole time. I kept feeling the drilling (yeah, sends shivers down your spine, doesn't it.), so he'd shoot more Novocain &amp; let me sit a min. or two. By the time I got home, I had Vicadin in hand &amp; was ready to take it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, I'm sore, but grateful for the relief. I'll go back next week &amp; have it filled &amp; the crown put on. Thank God for good doctors, dentists &amp; strong pain meds!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6251366071306456510-8847867048130651263?l=debhash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debhash.blogspot.com/feeds/8847867048130651263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://debhash.blogspot.com/2008/08/ow-w-w-w.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251366071306456510/posts/default/8847867048130651263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251366071306456510/posts/default/8847867048130651263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debhash.blogspot.com/2008/08/ow-w-w-w.html' title='Ow-w-w-w!'/><author><name>Deb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13138998142200257942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9Zt-8o5ew_E/Tj_s4U0aSgI/AAAAAAAAAH4/MKXQlO8viYg/s220/cut%2B%2526%2Bglasses.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6251366071306456510.post-7043966222077705135</id><published>2008-08-08T19:40:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T19:46:07.531-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Need major drugs!</title><content type='html'>Today, I haven't felt very well. Headache, upset stomach, right jaw hurts. I finished some work for Dave about noon &amp; went back to bed for a few hours. My stomach was better when I got up, but my jaw is much worse. I'm afraid I'm going to have need a root canal! My dentist thought it might be last week, but I figured the pain in my jaw was from the work he had done on Thur. -- several injections, drilling, poking, pushing, etc. It hasn't gone away in all of this time -- and now is really hurting. His office is closed until Mon. -- they've been out all week. So, it wouldn't have mattered anyway. I'll call on Mon. if it still hurts. And, it probably will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ibuprofen &amp; "tylenol" aren't cutting it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6251366071306456510-7043966222077705135?l=debhash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debhash.blogspot.com/feeds/7043966222077705135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://debhash.blogspot.com/2008/08/say-it-isnt-so.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251366071306456510/posts/default/7043966222077705135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251366071306456510/posts/default/7043966222077705135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debhash.blogspot.com/2008/08/say-it-isnt-so.html' title='Need major drugs!'/><author><name>Deb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13138998142200257942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9Zt-8o5ew_E/Tj_s4U0aSgI/AAAAAAAAAH4/MKXQlO8viYg/s220/cut%2B%2526%2Bglasses.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6251366071306456510.post-5175392349039725038</id><published>2008-08-07T19:40:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T19:42:02.206-06:00</updated><title type='text'>a-NOTHER ya-HOO!!</title><content type='html'>Arthur has officially bought the Honda!!! YEAH!!! Now we have extra $ to put on other bills!!! AND, the auto insurance will go down about $250 for each 6 months. AND, we don't have to put fuel in it!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pray it's a blessing to Arthur!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6251366071306456510-5175392349039725038?l=debhash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debhash.blogspot.com/feeds/5175392349039725038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://debhash.blogspot.com/2008/08/nother-ya-hoo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251366071306456510/posts/default/5175392349039725038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251366071306456510/posts/default/5175392349039725038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debhash.blogspot.com/2008/08/nother-ya-hoo.html' title='a-NOTHER ya-HOO!!'/><author><name>Deb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13138998142200257942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9Zt-8o5ew_E/Tj_s4U0aSgI/AAAAAAAAAH4/MKXQlO8viYg/s220/cut%2B%2526%2Bglasses.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6251366071306456510.post-4395080190459026113</id><published>2008-08-06T16:13:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T20:20:43.491-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ya-HOO!</title><content type='html'>Today I got an email from the administrator of the charter school where we'd like Joe to go saying that Joe is on her registration list. Ya-HOO!!! That means he'll be going there starting in the fall (not sure of the date yet). I'll have to buy school supplies -- that's a new experience!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I told him that since he is 18, I can turn over his banking to him -- I could be taken off of the account &amp; not have internet access to it. "No, I want you to still be on it. I still need help with my finances." Another ya-Hoo! He recognizes that this is still an area that needs growth &amp; maturity. He had me set up auto bill pay for his loan payment to Grandpa Giles -- so he doesn't forget &amp; have to find his check book. He also had me set up auto contribution to Josiah Venture &amp; his savings account. We are grateful that he realizes that he's not quite a mature as his 18 physical years. But, it'll come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost done with a blue crochet purse. I'll line it and put a stabilizer in the bottom &amp; sides so it doesn't flop over. I'm excited about doing something other than baby afghans!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6251366071306456510-4395080190459026113?l=debhash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debhash.blogspot.com/feeds/4395080190459026113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://debhash.blogspot.com/2008/08/ya-hoo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251366071306456510/posts/default/4395080190459026113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251366071306456510/posts/default/4395080190459026113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debhash.blogspot.com/2008/08/ya-hoo.html' title='ya-HOO!'/><author><name>Deb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13138998142200257942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9Zt-8o5ew_E/Tj_s4U0aSgI/AAAAAAAAAH4/MKXQlO8viYg/s220/cut%2B%2526%2Bglasses.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6251366071306456510.post-6922301964762589416</id><published>2008-08-03T11:12:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T11:22:23.852-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What to do ...</title><content type='html'>On Fri., I had a delightful day with Emily &amp; Sharon. We chatted, ate, shopped and generally enjoyed each others' company at the Castle Rock Outlets. Both Emmy &amp; Sharon go back to school tomorrow. It was our last get together before back to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dave came home from DC Fri. evening. He didn't feel well when he left &amp; still was feeling punk when I picked him up. I asked him to drive home from the airport -- I hadn't slept much on Thur. night bec. I'd had a temp. crown put in. My jaw was hurting from all the work/drilling on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The days -- and nights -- have been very hot. Even with the attic fan, portable fans and less clothing, it's still miserable to sleep. Since Dave wasn't feeling well, we took a rain check on breakfast with his folks. We both slept late -- I didn't get up until nearly noon! After a bite of lunch, I laid down on the couch -- and slept on &amp; off for 3+ hours! The fabric on the couch doesn't breathe! It was HOT! And we still went to bed before 10 PM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dave is working today. I've gotten some cooking done -- fried hamburger with onion, made lime Jello, just took gingerbread out of the oven, boiled eggs. I'll figure out what to do with the hamburger -- two meals, probably. The Jello will be refreshing for supper (hamburger something or other) with the gingerbread for dessert. I'll make egg salad for sandwiches this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The laundry isn't all done, but it's very close. I finally figured out it's easier to put my laundry basket in my closet to put things away rather than walk back &amp; forth btwn my bed &amp; the closet. Only took 19 yrs. to figure that out! It's a good thing I'm not too slow-witted! This week I'll finish the laundry &amp; work on the garage sale stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope we'll be able to take a bit of vacation in Sept. If we can come up with about $3k, it should be do-able.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6251366071306456510-6922301964762589416?l=debhash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debhash.blogspot.com/feeds/6922301964762589416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://debhash.blogspot.com/2008/08/what-to-do.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251366071306456510/posts/default/6922301964762589416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251366071306456510/posts/default/6922301964762589416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debhash.blogspot.com/2008/08/what-to-do.html' title='What to do ...'/><author><name>Deb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13138998142200257942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9Zt-8o5ew_E/Tj_s4U0aSgI/AAAAAAAAAH4/MKXQlO8viYg/s220/cut%2B%2526%2Bglasses.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6251366071306456510.post-6075702098659764950</id><published>2008-07-31T18:04:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T18:08:10.315-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I sound like Sylvester the Cat!</title><content type='html'>At my dental appt. today, it was decided that I need a crown on tooth #30 -- 2nd from the back on the right, in case you wondered. The x-ray shows that I might have to have a root canal too, but we'll wait to see (feel!) on that one. Four shots to numb my cheek &amp; lip! The feeling is starting to come back, but I still sound like Sylvester. I have a temp. crown -- the real one will be here in 2-3 wks. And, since the numbing is wearing off, my jaw is starting to hurt. How we appreciate pain meds!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least I won't have to drink my wine thru a straw!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6251366071306456510-6075702098659764950?l=debhash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debhash.blogspot.com/feeds/6075702098659764950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://debhash.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-sound-like-sylvester-cat.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251366071306456510/posts/default/6075702098659764950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251366071306456510/posts/default/6075702098659764950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debhash.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-sound-like-sylvester-cat.html' title='I sound like Sylvester the Cat!'/><author><name>Deb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13138998142200257942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9Zt-8o5ew_E/Tj_s4U0aSgI/AAAAAAAAAH4/MKXQlO8viYg/s220/cut%2B%2526%2Bglasses.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6251366071306456510.post-732525654648102333</id><published>2008-07-30T17:00:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T17:14:11.553-06:00</updated><title type='text'>hot, hot, HOT!</title><content type='html'>It is flippin' hot these days! Near 100 on the thermometer today &amp; expected to be at least that high the rest of this week. Fans &amp; open windows move the hot air around. Not having air conditioning SUCKS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dave flew to Washington, DC today. He meets with clients this afternoon (done!), tomorrow &amp; Friday. He'll fly home on Friday, arriving about 7:45 PM. Silly, but I miss him! He's only been gone 10 hours &amp; I've sent him 4 or 5 emails already, ending with "miss you" -- and meaning it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I did the math on taking a possible vacation to Oregon. Flights to Tacoma, WA are down ($89 ea. way/person!), car rental is do-able as is hotel &amp; food. It's the fuel that would kill us -- over $4/gal. It would be over $4500 if we flew in to Tacoma, drove from there all the way to the southern end of Oregon (Brookings). Granted, we don't have to go that far, so that could save some money. We could also shorten our trip &amp; only go for 5 days instead of 8-10. Just don't want to go into debt for it. It's really hard to justify the expense, except that Dave really needs a break -- really, really needs a break. And he always relaxes when we're at the Pacific Coast. Maybe it would be wiser to pick a spot, stay there &amp; do day trips. I'll do the math on that option. Just discouraging to think we can't get away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good news is that our credit score has gone up! YEAH!!! We're paying down our debt, doing it on time, and killing off the credit cards. If we continue at the current pace -- not taking into consideration putting payments to paid off cards onto remaining cards -- we'll be out of debt (except for our mortgage) by Dec. 2013. Since we do put the payment from paid off cards onto remaining debt, it will be done before that. That's encouraging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to switch laundry. Hate to run the dryer in this weather, but we don't have a line outside. My goal this week is to get to the bottom of the laundry room floor -- get it all done &amp; put away. Big project! I'll let you know how I do!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6251366071306456510-732525654648102333?l=debhash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debhash.blogspot.com/feeds/732525654648102333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://debhash.blogspot.com/2008/07/hot-hot-hot.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251366071306456510/posts/default/732525654648102333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251366071306456510/posts/default/732525654648102333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debhash.blogspot.com/2008/07/hot-hot-hot.html' title='hot, hot, HOT!'/><author><name>Deb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13138998142200257942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9Zt-8o5ew_E/Tj_s4U0aSgI/AAAAAAAAAH4/MKXQlO8viYg/s220/cut%2B%2526%2Bglasses.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6251366071306456510.post-7379656873946965306</id><published>2008-07-21T07:49:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T07:55:30.310-06:00</updated><title type='text'>John Denver, Charleston, WV &amp; Work</title><content type='html'>Since we're in Charleston, WV for work, the John Denver song "Take Me Home, Country Road" -- or whatever the title is -- keeps running thru my head. I long ago gave up being a John Denver fan, so now I find it more irritating than anything else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our schedule is light today -- nothing until 4 PM. Dave is sleeping in -- a rare treat. He got in last night about 11:30. He &amp; Scott had gone out to eat after rehearsal. By sitting at the bar in Chili's, they were able to order &amp; eat right away as opposed to a 2 hr. wait. He had too much tequila &amp; beer! He was a bit loopy when he came in, but he was able to take Cali out. I was already in my pj's, so I appreciated that. (Cali is snuggled up against him in bed &amp; they are both asleep.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to read/edit Giles' 2nd draft of his short story. Then I'll work on lyrics for the rest of this event. Although our drive home will be hard, I'm looking forward to getting home! I pray Dave will have time to take a bit of a vacation this year. He is so tired!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6251366071306456510-7379656873946965306?l=debhash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debhash.blogspot.com/feeds/7379656873946965306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://debhash.blogspot.com/2008/07/john-denver-charleston-wv-work.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251366071306456510/posts/default/7379656873946965306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251366071306456510/posts/default/7379656873946965306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debhash.blogspot.com/2008/07/john-denver-charleston-wv-work.html' title='John Denver, Charleston, WV &amp; Work'/><author><name>Deb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13138998142200257942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9Zt-8o5ew_E/Tj_s4U0aSgI/AAAAAAAAAH4/MKXQlO8viYg/s220/cut%2B%2526%2Bglasses.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6251366071306456510.post-50328511598687416</id><published>2008-07-13T18:04:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T18:17:08.545-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Pain in the neck!</title><content type='html'>For some reason, my neck &amp; shoulders hurt every morning when I wake up. I've tried different pillows, laying in different positions &amp; nothing seems to work. Frustrating. That, combined with not sleeping well (wake up a lot), I'm just plain tired! That means I'm not motivated to get a lot done during the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're leaving on Tues. evening for WV, so I've been doing laundry. I'll pack on Mon. evening or Tues. afternoon. Cali will go with us on this trip -- yeah!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hired a new house cleaner -- a husband &amp; wife team. I was frustrated with the company I'd been using -- didn't always send the same people, so the work wasn't consistent. I thought I could keep up with it. Yeah, I was just fooling myself bec. the family knew I couldn't keep up with it. Anyway, they start this Thurs. &amp; will come every other week. It will be a relief to have it done consistently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joe &amp; I are going to hire a professional organizer to help him get his bedroom in order. She's certified &amp; really knows what she's doing. I spoke with her &amp; two other women -- yeah, the two other women are "wanna be" organizers. One also operates a pet sitting service and only charges $35/hr. The other is a home economist who has helped family &amp; friends clean out/organize their closets so, "I can do this!" She charges $25/hr. Lisa, the lady we're going to hire, is $75/hr &amp; has a 4 hr. minimum -- BUT, after talking with her on the phone, she doesn't just come in &amp; clean/organize. She will help Joe figure out why he's been doing things the way he has &amp; what will work best for him -- he is organized, so she will work with his personality, "issues" and quirks to develop what is best for him. She'll also help him sort thru things so he can learn to let things go -- physically &amp; emotionally. If it works out well (&amp; I expect it will), I'll probably hire her to help with the rest of the house -- walk thru each room &amp; help me focus on what needs to be done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure hope I sleep better tonight. It's after 6 PM &amp; I can hardly keep my eyes open! Think I'll go make some coffee -- and have a piece of warm chocolate chip banana bread. Come on by &amp; join me -- but you'd better hurry bec. when the word gets out, the bread will be gone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6251366071306456510-50328511598687416?l=debhash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debhash.blogspot.com/feeds/50328511598687416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://debhash.blogspot.com/2008/07/pain-in-neck.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251366071306456510/posts/default/50328511598687416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251366071306456510/posts/default/50328511598687416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debhash.blogspot.com/2008/07/pain-in-neck.html' title='Pain in the neck!'/><author><name>Deb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13138998142200257942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9Zt-8o5ew_E/Tj_s4U0aSgI/AAAAAAAAAH4/MKXQlO8viYg/s220/cut%2B%2526%2Bglasses.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6251366071306456510.post-4872158917721352339</id><published>2008-07-10T09:46:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T09:53:09.666-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's HOT!</title><content type='html'>We're back from the Messianic Jewish conference in PA. It was a delightful time -- old friends &amp; fellowship. I was very pleased that the subcontractor we hired to try out for my position is wonderful!!! All I had to do was pat him on the back &amp; say, "Good job!" So, I'll be doing fewer &amp; fewer jobs and more &amp; more time with Dave (and Cali).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we were gone, Emily made sure our new trees &amp; bushes didn't die. What a blessing! And even the lawn is green. It's usually brown by the time we get home in July. A real treat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, now I need to get a few things sorted before the garage sale. But, I'm not too excited to do that since our weather has turned to the annual heat wave. It'll be nearly 100 today! Think I'll take it easy -- at least until it cools down. No need to break a sweat!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6251366071306456510-4872158917721352339?l=debhash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debhash.blogspot.com/feeds/4872158917721352339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://debhash.blogspot.com/2008/07/its-hot.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251366071306456510/posts/default/4872158917721352339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251366071306456510/posts/default/4872158917721352339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debhash.blogspot.com/2008/07/its-hot.html' title='It&apos;s HOT!'/><author><name>Deb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13138998142200257942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9Zt-8o5ew_E/Tj_s4U0aSgI/AAAAAAAAAH4/MKXQlO8viYg/s220/cut%2B%2526%2Bglasses.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6251366071306456510.post-1508840687261139251</id><published>2008-06-23T14:04:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T14:21:30.347-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Frustrations!</title><content type='html'>Late on Fri., Dave's folks returned from a week in TX with Lori. We didn't find out until Sat. morning &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;that they had bought a house&lt;/span&gt;! What I don't understand is why they didn't call Dave or Dan about it! If, as they say, they have incredible peace about the decision and are confident that this is what they are supposed to do, why not share it with their children -- who are the ones who put this whole process in motion 6 months ago?! On Sat. afternoon, after hearing the whole story about how this came about, I asked Mom if they had talked to Dan about it. Her response was, "No. Do you think we should?" DUH!!! Dave (and I) hurt from the lack of consideration and thoughtlessness over this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emily helped me clean out the garage &amp; barn. The dumpster is virtually full! We threw out things without even opening the boxes/bags. Mostly bec. of all the mouse poo, but also bec. it's been out of our lives for so many years, there's no need to bring it all back. I'll have a garage sale after we get home from PA -- some weekend in mid-July.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My oldest sons hate working for our company. It's the situation/people in management that "push their buttons". Or should I say, "MASH their buttons"! We continue to pray that the Lord will give his clear direction for their lives. In the meantime, I get tired of hearing about the problems. I'm not involved in the company, except as an occasional subcontractor, so there isn't anything I can do about the problems/issues. I listen and offer my point of view, but there isn't anything I can do to solve it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joe hates his job @ the mall. He doesn't like retail &amp; would rather be in a restaurant washing dishes -- &amp; he's not particularly drawn to that either. He's having anger issues, doesn't always take his meds (which make the anger issues worse) &amp; doesn't have real direction for the future. So, we continue to pray for the Lord's leading in his life. Although he is 18 yrs old, he isn't that old/mature emotionally or socially. We continue to pray &amp; work with him in these areas also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least yesterday was enjoyable. I rode with Giles &amp; Emily to Colorado Springs. We attended church with Sharon &amp; Molly, then had lunch together. I took a nap on Sharon's bed while Molly packed to return to Arvada with us later. We had a surprise birthday party for Molly @ Barb &amp; Stan's. It was a wonderful time of fellowship. We didn't leave until 10:15 or so, and it was about 12:30 AM when we got home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am looking forward to flying to Dallas to be with Jean for a couple of days. Then, on to PA to join Dave. I can hardly wait to be with him again! This is such a long stretch &amp; I miss him terribly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully, the rest of this week will go better than the past few days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6251366071306456510-1508840687261139251?l=debhash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debhash.blogspot.com/feeds/1508840687261139251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://debhash.blogspot.com/2008/06/frustrations.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251366071306456510/posts/default/1508840687261139251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251366071306456510/posts/default/1508840687261139251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debhash.blogspot.com/2008/06/frustrations.html' title='Frustrations!'/><author><name>Deb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13138998142200257942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9Zt-8o5ew_E/Tj_s4U0aSgI/AAAAAAAAAH4/MKXQlO8viYg/s220/cut%2B%2526%2Bglasses.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6251366071306456510.post-5933267683751296522</id><published>2008-06-17T17:47:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T18:07:38.963-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Middle of June? Already?!</title><content type='html'>The days just fly by! Some are filled with working for our company, IPG, others are spent caring for my mother-in-law, some are filled with creative things or cleaning or laundry. Sometimes Dave is home, but these days, he's mostly gone. At least we have work &amp; he gets paid!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sweet daughter(-in-love) has been helping me clean out over 18 yrs. of "stuff" from the garage &amp; storage barn. I had our trash company drop off a large dumpster &amp; it's nearly full! Joe &amp; a friend pounded the old metal shed down, and Giles &amp; Arthur took it apart &amp; put it in the dumpster. Yeah, the dumpster is getting pretty full! The cleaning out part is gross -- lots of mouse poo. Ew-w-w-w! Some boxes &amp; bags are even being opened -- they go right to the dumpster. Hopefully, we'll be done with the barn tomorrow &amp; can move the garage/yard sale items into the barn on Wed. Then, it's on to Joe's room. I did the office by myself &amp; it does look nice. I even got the filing done! Dave was home for a few days &amp; liked -- even appreciated -- how it turned out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are working very hard to get out of debt. LOTS of debt. So, I canceled the bi-monthly cleaning service. That saves $160/month. My car is up for sale. We need $21,500 to pay off the loan. That will save us nearly $500/month in car payments as well as insurance &amp; fuel -- probably a total of $600/month. That's significant! I have gotten 3 small credit cards paid off which is encouraging. Hopefully, I'll have another one paid off by the end of summer or at least early fall. I quit getting my nails done back in Sept. when we decided to really focus on getting out of debt. That's the one thing I really miss -- my artificial nails &amp; getting them done every 2 wks. As soon as everything is paid off, I'll get them again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My glasses broke yesterday. There's a fishing line that holds the lens in the frame @ the bottom &amp; one came off. I have it glued right now. Rather than just getting new frames, I decided it would be wise to have my eyes checked. Yeah ... I needed a new prescription. So, even with both frames (regular &amp; sun glasses) on sale and a 10% discount on the regular glasses, it all came to $615 -- and that doesn't include the exam! Now I'm praying they come in before I leave town next Wed. afternoon. I'll be gone 2 wks &amp; doubt my glued glasses will last that long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past wkend I was a subcontractor for a client we've had for 10 years. I'm ready to be done with that stuff! We have a young man who will be at the event in PA starting the end of next week. It will be a working interview. I really hope he works out. That would give me more time to travel with Dave &amp; schmooze with clients. I did that last week for the Pro Rodeo in Colorado Springs. It was actually kind of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I know it, it'll be fall! Let's hear it for cooler weather!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6251366071306456510-5933267683751296522?l=debhash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debhash.blogspot.com/feeds/5933267683751296522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://debhash.blogspot.com/2008/06/middle-of-june-already.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251366071306456510/posts/default/5933267683751296522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251366071306456510/posts/default/5933267683751296522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debhash.blogspot.com/2008/06/middle-of-june-already.html' title='Middle of June? Already?!'/><author><name>Deb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13138998142200257942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9Zt-8o5ew_E/Tj_s4U0aSgI/AAAAAAAAAH4/MKXQlO8viYg/s220/cut%2B%2526%2Bglasses.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6251366071306456510.post-1036318682315787115</id><published>2008-05-14T09:13:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T09:45:06.443-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Depression &amp; Disappointment</title><content type='html'>Mom Hash (not me ~ my mother-in-law) has been clinically depressed for quite a while -- over 6 months. She's been on Prozac &amp; Ativan for about 6 wks &amp; they are finally starting to help. She is still fragile emotionally -- weeping, insecure, anxious -- but there has been progress. She is recognizing that the black days are lessening and she has "normal" times almost every day. During the times when she is having the most difficult time, I've stayed at their house -- often days at a time. This seems to give Mom comfort and a bit of relief to Dad. He has borne the weight of her depression, panic attacks and tears without understanding what was happening. The panic attacks seem to be over, and now that I've been able to explain things a bit as well as stay with them, Dad has been able to get out some and take a few breaks. Mom has found that many of her friends and acquaintances have gone thru depression -- which is surprising to her, but also comforting. She isn't the only one to experience this. With time and continued work, I don't doubt she will have a full recovery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dave has been working very long hours. As a result of having to cover for so many jobs and clients, some of the details have been forgotten. He talked to Steve &amp; Paul about needing an assistant. In typical corporate fashion, Dave has to justify, explain and quantify the need for an assistant. Rather than spending time to talk it thru &amp; determine the needs, it will take months and months of more long hours, details dropped and frustration before a decision is made. In the meantime, Dave depends on me to help him get things done, which means I can't get things done at home or elsewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND, as a result of not having an assistant and being responsible for so many jobs, Dave will have to work during his vacation. It's a good thing we hadn't made travel plans! He'll have to go in during the evening -- when there isn't anyone to distract him. But, he'll also have to work on some job sites as well as fly to Nashville for a site visit. So, we wont' be able to do the things we had planned to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have also come to realize that we probably won't be able to build our home &amp; move to the Oregon coast for 8-10 years. More and more, we are realizing that we need to be available for our aging parents (particularly his) and that he needs to put in more time at the company to get it stabilized &amp; profitable. I'm OK with the delay. It's disappointing, but still do-able. That would mean I'll be 60 or so when we move -- which is a normal time to do that. It isn't time for Dave to retire yet. And, it gives us more time to get our finances in order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still have tons of laundry to do -- wash, dry, fold &amp; put away. Not to mention the baskets of already clean clothes to put away. The spare room still isn't done. The desk in the dining room is still loaded with papers. The spare room in the basement is still cluttered with old files &amp; junk. The garage and barn are still cluttered with junk to be cleaned out. Guess we're going to need the extra years to get it all done.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6251366071306456510-1036318682315787115?l=debhash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debhash.blogspot.com/feeds/1036318682315787115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://debhash.blogspot.com/2008/05/depression-disappointment.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251366071306456510/posts/default/1036318682315787115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251366071306456510/posts/default/1036318682315787115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debhash.blogspot.com/2008/05/depression-disappointment.html' title='Depression &amp; Disappointment'/><author><name>Deb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13138998142200257942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9Zt-8o5ew_E/Tj_s4U0aSgI/AAAAAAAAAH4/MKXQlO8viYg/s220/cut%2B%2526%2Bglasses.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6251366071306456510.post-4997464768035299254</id><published>2008-04-26T01:22:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-26T01:25:56.678-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't sleep</title><content type='html'>It's nearly 1:30 AM on Sat. morning &amp; I can't sleep! Frustrating! It's not like I'm not tired. Maybe it's bec. I miss Dave &amp; Cali. Maybe it's bec. I'm not in my own bed (still staying with Dave's folks). Maybe it's just because!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've gotten the folks to eat real food (vs. frozen dinners). So, that means I need to actually cook meals, which means I actually have to plan meals, which means I have to think ahead. Hard to do when I'm tired from lack of sleep!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6251366071306456510-4997464768035299254?l=debhash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debhash.blogspot.com/feeds/4997464768035299254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://debhash.blogspot.com/2008/04/cant-sleep.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251366071306456510/posts/default/4997464768035299254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251366071306456510/posts/default/4997464768035299254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debhash.blogspot.com/2008/04/cant-sleep.html' title='Can&apos;t sleep'/><author><name>Deb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13138998142200257942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9Zt-8o5ew_E/Tj_s4U0aSgI/AAAAAAAAAH4/MKXQlO8viYg/s220/cut%2B%2526%2Bglasses.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6251366071306456510.post-265422406818610921</id><published>2008-04-22T12:58:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T13:24:25.845-06:00</updated><title type='text'>For such a time as this</title><content type='html'>Cali &amp; I drove the semi to Dallas. OK. I drove &amp; she kept me company, but you know what I mean. I got into a couple of tight spots &amp; had to finagle my way out. It involved backing the rig up -- which I don't do very well! We made it safely &amp; I'm grateful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dave's mom is still recovering from her back surgery &amp; has become depressed -- clinically depressed. God is allowing me to be the one to minister to her -- she will talk to me &amp; I have &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;no &lt;/span&gt;problem being straight with her. After leaving on my trip, I called her each day -- sometimes twice. Each time she talked to me, she would break down &amp; cry. She had a "melt down" every day from Thur.-Sun. After talking with Dave &amp; his sister, Lori, I decided I needed to fly home to be with her. The Lord allowed me to get a ticket on priceline.com for 60% off the published price &amp; I flew in last night. I've moved into the spare room &amp; will stay as long as I need to. My concern was that she would be upset that I came. But, this morning she told me that her very first thought was, "Thank you, Lord."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom is making progress with her mobility -- walking better, faster, etc. She still gets tired out quickly, but this is a lot for her body to deal with. After talking with Lori &amp; then Dan, I don't think it's the pain-to-surgery-to-meds that have caused the depression. I think this has been coming on for a long time and that the pain-to-surgery-to-meds were the last straw. There are a lot of changes happening in their lives and she just doesn't have the reserves to deal with it. Being physically spent increased the likelihood that she would become mentally and emotionally spent. I am thankful that, with the help of her dr., she is on Prozac now. It hasn't been long enough to make a marked difference, but she knows it will come in time. I told Dan that I think she's already hit the bottom &amp; is on her way out of it. It'll still be a long road, but it is very do-able.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so tired I have a headache. I had some short nights, including last night. Because I was concerned about having to leave Dallas/the job, I worked extra long/hard to get the graphics done for the man who was actually running them. I was able to get 99% of it done before leaving yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cali is with Dave and I miss them both! I was really looking forward to being with Dave this week &amp; driving home together. But, I only have one mother-in-law &amp; I'd like her to last as long as possible! Dave will be home on Sat. night, so I may move back home then. We'll see how Mom is doing. He goes to another job in Estes Park on Fri., then leaves the next week on Wed. for Ohio. I am looking forward to his 10 days of vacation in May!!! I think he'll sleep the first 3 days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, if the Lord brings me to mind, I would appreciate your prayers. For restful sleep, grace to minister to Mom, time with Dave, and wisdom as to how best to help Dad Hash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till next time ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6251366071306456510-265422406818610921?l=debhash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debhash.blogspot.com/feeds/265422406818610921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://debhash.blogspot.com/2008/04/for-such-time-as-this.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251366071306456510/posts/default/265422406818610921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251366071306456510/posts/default/265422406818610921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debhash.blogspot.com/2008/04/for-such-time-as-this.html' title='For such a time as this'/><author><name>Deb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13138998142200257942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9Zt-8o5ew_E/Tj_s4U0aSgI/AAAAAAAAAH4/MKXQlO8viYg/s220/cut%2B%2526%2Bglasses.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6251366071306456510.post-7799237579288790826</id><published>2008-04-07T11:32:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T14:57:01.396-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Catching up ...</title><content type='html'>Last month, Mom Hash had back surgery. It was a good thing that Dave's sister, Lori, was here for nearly 2 weeks bec. I was very sick with the flu (cough, etc.) which later developed into pneumonia. I am very grateful that I am getting better &amp; can now help with the care of Mom. I spent yesterday morning with her while Dad &amp; Aunt Deloras went to church. Mom had thought it would be OK for her to be alone, but when I got there, we discovered that she was having an allergic reaction to her antibiotic. I gave her 25mg of Benedryl to stop the itching/swelling and she slept all morning! I'll call later today to see what the dr. is going to do about clearing up the urinary tract infection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dave has been out of town for quite a while -- he gets home on Thur. I can hardly wait! I haven't been kissed (or anything else!) for nearly a month! We have a rule about being sick &amp; spreading germs. At least he has stayed well. We're hoping to get at least one week off in May. We'll probably spend the time getting things done around the house -- clean out the garage &amp; barn, have a yard sale, get rid of a lot of junk, work on the front yard (at least!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to get some work done. Since Giles has moved out, I am working on getting his old room turned into a new office for us. The problem I have with cleaning things up and out is that there is generally a bigger mess in the process! And, I generally don't get it all done in one day, so the mess hangs around for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think I'll get another cup of coffee before I start putting laundry away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6251366071306456510-7799237579288790826?l=debhash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debhash.blogspot.com/feeds/7799237579288790826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://debhash.blogspot.com/2008/04/spring.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251366071306456510/posts/default/7799237579288790826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251366071306456510/posts/default/7799237579288790826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debhash.blogspot.com/2008/04/spring.html' title='Catching up ...'/><author><name>Deb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13138998142200257942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9Zt-8o5ew_E/Tj_s4U0aSgI/AAAAAAAAAH4/MKXQlO8viYg/s220/cut%2B%2526%2Bglasses.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6251366071306456510.post-994054450056417343</id><published>2008-03-17T18:03:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T18:28:57.874-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a good thing Giles moved out!</title><content type='html'>I've been sick for a week! Fever, chest congestion, coughing. That means no kisses, no hugs or any OTHER physical contact from my husband. AND, bec. he doesn't want to get this (cold? flu?), I was banished to the spare room (aka Giles' old room). So, Dave has had our bed &amp; I've had the futon. Dave started getting sick last night -- head congestion. So, now Cali spends the night running btwn the two rooms to check on us. Me: Cali in my face ... wagging tail ... lick my face ... dash off to check on Dave. Dave: Cali burrow under covers ... lick toes ... peak out ... nap ... wake up ... go check on me. Me: Same routine as before except she takes a nap before going back to Dave. Yeah ... it would be nice if the doors could stay shut. Maybe not bec. then she'd sit outside the door &amp; cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joe has been a big help. He's been running for beverages, making meals, etc. He has a table setting competition for school on 4/4, so we're going to work on his menu after he fixes supper. What's for supper? "I don't want that in my macaroni &amp; cheese!" Old family recipe the boys love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to cough. Till next time ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6251366071306456510-994054450056417343?l=debhash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debhash.blogspot.com/feeds/994054450056417343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://debhash.blogspot.com/2008/03/its-good-thing-giles-moved-out.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251366071306456510/posts/default/994054450056417343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251366071306456510/posts/default/994054450056417343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debhash.blogspot.com/2008/03/its-good-thing-giles-moved-out.html' title='It&apos;s a good thing Giles moved out!'/><author><name>Deb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13138998142200257942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9Zt-8o5ew_E/Tj_s4U0aSgI/AAAAAAAAAH4/MKXQlO8viYg/s220/cut%2B%2526%2Bglasses.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6251366071306456510.post-6558574698813219008</id><published>2008-03-02T08:59:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T09:39:54.477-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Here we are ... again</title><content type='html'>After our last job in CA, Dave &amp; I actually took five days to get home! What a treat! We stayed an extra day in Irvine so Dave could get some sleep ... and I could get a massage. Then we slowly made our way home, spending 2 nights in Las Vegas. I know. What can you say that's good about Vegas? We actually stayed @ South Point which is on the southern-most side of town (duh), so it's away from the Strip. It's still a casino, but it isn't as crowded or noisy. We did drop a few dollars into the machines -- and lost -- but we had decided on how much to spend ahead of time &amp; quit when it was gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On our second evening there, we went to see the Cirque du Soliel show, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Ka'&lt;/span&gt;. It was absolutely incredible! We were so taken with the staging, visual effects, etc. that we didn't even think about the production side. The front half of the stage was on Hydraulics -- with actors/performers on it, the stage would lift up into the air, rotate vertical(!), tilt to face the audience(!). It was amazing! That alone was worth the stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, after about a week at home, we're back in CA. This time, we're in San Diego at our favorite place -- the Town &amp; Country Hotel in Fashion Valley. We've been coming here for about 10 years and it feels like home. At least it's comfortable and familiar. Cali has already had 2 baths -- one last night and one this morning. Walking her in the parking lot gets her filthy and she won't let me just wash off her feet -- she wants to be under the running water. Right now, she's damp &amp; cuddled up to me under a blanket. What a precious one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to get some work done. I suppose a bite to eat would be good too. There is so much going thru my head -- work, life changes, family, home. Maybe I'll write about some of that later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6251366071306456510-6558574698813219008?l=debhash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debhash.blogspot.com/feeds/6558574698813219008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://debhash.blogspot.com/2008/03/here-we-are-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251366071306456510/posts/default/6558574698813219008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251366071306456510/posts/default/6558574698813219008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debhash.blogspot.com/2008/03/here-we-are-again.html' title='Here we are ... again'/><author><name>Deb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13138998142200257942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9Zt-8o5ew_E/Tj_s4U0aSgI/AAAAAAAAAH4/MKXQlO8viYg/s220/cut%2B%2526%2Bglasses.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6251366071306456510.post-2621295938926336599</id><published>2008-02-14T10:04:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T10:11:48.752-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's February already!</title><content type='html'>It's amazing how quickly time goes by. I feel like we've been on fast forward since Thanksgiving. Last week, after we got home from a job, I thought we were going to be home a few weeks. With that in my head, I learned how to order groceries online &amp; they were delivered the next evening. The only problem was that I later found out that we were leaving in 6 days!!! So much for fresh fruit &amp; veggies. I'm just hoping my family will eat it while we're gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here we are in Irvine, CA for a wkend conference. It ends late Sun. night &amp; we'll have to strike/load it started at 10 PM. Since Dave has come down with a head cold &amp; we don't have to rush any equipment back to the shop, we're really considering extending our stay out here a couple of days. Dave really needs a break -- some down time -- rest. If we went back home, he wouldn't get any rest -- he'd feel obligated to go into the office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Giles married, Arthur working 2 jobs &amp; Joe driving, Dave &amp; I have become empty nesters -- the little ones just keep fluttering in every once in a while. This is taking some adjustments for me -- and Dave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it for now. Thanks for stopping by.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6251366071306456510-2621295938926336599?l=debhash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debhash.blogspot.com/feeds/2621295938926336599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://debhash.blogspot.com/2008/02/its-february-already.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251366071306456510/posts/default/2621295938926336599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251366071306456510/posts/default/2621295938926336599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debhash.blogspot.com/2008/02/its-february-already.html' title='It&apos;s February already!'/><author><name>Deb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13138998142200257942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9Zt-8o5ew_E/Tj_s4U0aSgI/AAAAAAAAAH4/MKXQlO8viYg/s220/cut%2B%2526%2Bglasses.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6251366071306456510.post-7313130984799276189</id><published>2007-12-29T21:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T11:15:21.841-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where has the time gone?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i1evTNDVvr0/R3ccRooY4BI/AAAAAAAAACQ/2yXh-0UFWtU/s1600-h/Almost.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i1evTNDVvr0/R3ccRooY4BI/AAAAAAAAACQ/2yXh-0UFWtU/s200/Almost.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149615788211626002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What an incredible time we all had! Laughter, tears, hugs, kisses -- on BOTH sides of the aisle. We enjoyed a belated Christmas with family, ate WAY too much, worked on the finishing touches, got sewn into a dress (the zipper broke on my dress -- no kidding!), and rejoiced at the goodness &amp; faithfulness of God in our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Giles &amp; Emily were married, I kept seeing a photo that we have of Giles on the day he was born: minutes old, little blue cap &amp; an oxygen hose by his face in the NICU. And, on this day -- December 28, 2007 -- he stood before family &amp; friends as he publicly declared his love for Emily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emily is such a delight! Sharon King (Emi's mom) &amp; I get along so well -- it's almost as if we've been friends for years. Dave enjoys having all three with us -- Emily, younger sister Molly &amp; mom Sharon. It's great to have such a wonderful relationship together already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dave &amp; I had the honor of driving the new young couple to their honeymoon hotel -- for one night. Sharon picked them up this morning &amp; took them to the airport for their honeymoon trip to London. The hotel had upgraded them to a 2-bedroom suite -- for free -- and gave them a bottle of champaign.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, life continues. Dave &amp; I leave tomorrow for a job in Dallas. Cali will go with us. She had surgery yesterday -- so she'll sit on my lap during the trip. The newlyweds will be back a couple of days before us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are so grateful to our Lord for another year together -- and for His blessing us with a daughter, new friends, and time with family &amp; friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy new year &amp; thanks for stopping by.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6251366071306456510-7313130984799276189?l=debhash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debhash.blogspot.com/feeds/7313130984799276189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://debhash.blogspot.com/2007/12/where-has-time-gone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251366071306456510/posts/default/7313130984799276189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251366071306456510/posts/default/7313130984799276189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debhash.blogspot.com/2007/12/where-has-time-gone.html' title='Where has the time gone?'/><author><name>Deb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13138998142200257942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9Zt-8o5ew_E/Tj_s4U0aSgI/AAAAAAAAAH4/MKXQlO8viYg/s220/cut%2B%2526%2Bglasses.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i1evTNDVvr0/R3ccRooY4BI/AAAAAAAAACQ/2yXh-0UFWtU/s72-c/Almost.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6251366071306456510.post-6724570366154840032</id><published>2007-12-04T09:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-04T09:30:04.974-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's always something ...</title><content type='html'>Last Fri. I was given about 30 min. notice that Dave needed me to drive with him to Las Vegas. Bec. the tractor had to be re-fixed before leaving and snow was forecast for the route, he was concerned that he would have to drive all night to get there on time. Anyway, I made a return flight home for Sat., threw a few things into a bag, made sure the boys would care for Cali &amp; we headed out. There was snow on the various passes in CO and UT -- slowing us to about 30 mph at times. We were able to make good time &amp; stopped at a motel in Green River for a few hours of sleep. Dave arrived in time for a noon meeting with the client. I was able to move my return flight up &amp; got home about 6:30 PM. Dave will be home late Sat. night &amp; we'll head back to Las Vegas on the 13th, then be on the road for 10 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being at home has given me time to get some things done for Emily. I put the center pieces together, made the bride's maids' flowers and Emily's bouquet. She's happy with it -- which makes me happy. Today, I'll go back to Mom Hash's &amp; finish up the few little things that need to be done. I want to get it all done before leaving next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've also had time to get the front closet cleaned out, and will work on the basement starting tonight. Our schedule from next week thru January is very busy, so it's important to me to get it done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joe is registered at a local technical school to start classes in culinary arts next month! He's looking forward to it. When he's done with this subject, he wants to go on to the TV/Video division -- learn camera operation, editing, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are looking forward to having family here for the wedding. The wedding is going to be lovely -- and fun. We are so blessed to have Emily, Molly &amp; Sharon become part of our family! I plan to re-do Giles' room after the wedding and include a bed so Molly and/or Sharon have a place to stay when they are here to visit. Since Giles &amp; Em only have a one-bedroom apartment, being able to stay at our house will give some privacy to them and room to family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to get some work done! Till next time ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6251366071306456510-6724570366154840032?l=debhash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debhash.blogspot.com/feeds/6724570366154840032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://debhash.blogspot.com/2007/12/its-always-something.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251366071306456510/posts/default/6724570366154840032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251366071306456510/posts/default/6724570366154840032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debhash.blogspot.com/2007/12/its-always-something.html' title='It&apos;s always something ...'/><author><name>Deb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13138998142200257942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9Zt-8o5ew_E/Tj_s4U0aSgI/AAAAAAAAAH4/MKXQlO8viYg/s220/cut%2B%2526%2Bglasses.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6251366071306456510.post-6239054496390567969</id><published>2007-11-24T18:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-24T19:06:35.272-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Giving Thanks</title><content type='html'>There's a difference between giving thanks and being thankful. The first has to do with action toward someone, the second has to do with appreciation and gratefulness. Scripture says, "In everything give thanks ..." It does NOT say, "In everything be thankful." Since giving thanks requires an action, it is possible -- highly recommended -- that I give thanks to the Father for everything in my life. Whether what happens is good or bad (from my perspective), I am to &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;give thanks&lt;/span&gt; even tho I may not &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;be thankful&lt;/span&gt; for the situation. When I am obedient by giving thanks, God will comfort, encourage and bless me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful, but I also give thanks, for the people and situations in my life. This hasn't been an easy year, but I am ever so grateful for the Lord's faithfulness and direction -- even when I don't feel like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a wonderful weekend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6251366071306456510-6239054496390567969?l=debhash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debhash.blogspot.com/feeds/6239054496390567969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://debhash.blogspot.com/2007/11/giving-thanks.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251366071306456510/posts/default/6239054496390567969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251366071306456510/posts/default/6239054496390567969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debhash.blogspot.com/2007/11/giving-thanks.html' title='Giving Thanks'/><author><name>Deb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13138998142200257942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9Zt-8o5ew_E/Tj_s4U0aSgI/AAAAAAAAAH4/MKXQlO8viYg/s220/cut%2B%2526%2Bglasses.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6251366071306456510.post-6421032963619615054</id><published>2007-11-09T20:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-09T20:58:34.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How can it be November?!</title><content type='html'>I knew it'd been a while since I'd written, but nearly a month?! Where did the time go? Let's see ... working at the office bec. the receptionist quit, job in Scottsdale, home, job in Cincinnati, then in Philadelphia, home. Yep, it's November! Dave left today for Houston -- he'll be home next Fri. We decided I should stay home. Being gone that much tends to generate lots of dirty clothes, so I have to do laundry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we were on our last trip, I was able to start looking for a dress to wear to the wedding. THAT was depressing! I'm sort of between sizes -- I can either eat more to get into the next size up or lose 10 lb. to get into the next size down. Guess it's the 10 lb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I decided to start shopping locally for a dress to wear to the wedding. I really wanted to find something that I'll wear again. After going to a few places, I went to Flat Irons Mall &amp; when I walked in, I found "THE" dress -- it's knee-length, silver/gray, sleeveless dress with a matching full-length coat. There is black flower embroidery with beading above the hem of the dress and the coat. The coat has a band collar. It is beautiful! I even had a coupon for $30 off, so that made it even better. Of course, I had to find shoes too, so I went to DSW &amp; shopped for HOURS. I found shoes to wear with the dress -- that I'll wear again. I found a few other pairs too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, the days continue to count down -- toward Joe's 18th birthday (11/29th!), the twins' birthday (12/8), Dave's birthday (12/11), my 50th birthday, the wedding ... And the days will keep going. I'm grateful that the Lord continues to give me strength for each day, precious family, wonderful friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleep well, loved ones.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6251366071306456510-6421032963619615054?l=debhash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debhash.blogspot.com/feeds/6421032963619615054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://debhash.blogspot.com/2007/11/how-can-it-be-november.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251366071306456510/posts/default/6421032963619615054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251366071306456510/posts/default/6421032963619615054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debhash.blogspot.com/2007/11/how-can-it-be-november.html' title='How can it be November?!'/><author><name>Deb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13138998142200257942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9Zt-8o5ew_E/Tj_s4U0aSgI/AAAAAAAAAH4/MKXQlO8viYg/s220/cut%2B%2526%2Bglasses.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6251366071306456510.post-482763176099057643</id><published>2007-10-11T20:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T20:56:04.556-06:00</updated><title type='text'>On the road ... again</title><content type='html'>Dave &amp; I left home yesterday &amp; arrived in Scottsdale, AZ late this afternoon. Since there are LOTS of jobs this wkend, we had to drive our Toyota pickup with a 10-ft. utility trailer. Yeah, we won't be doing THAT again! We thought we could stay in Albuquerque. NOT! It's the Great (hot air) Balloon Festival!!! EVERYTHING was booked solid. So, we found a Holiday Inn Express (our favorite) in Grant, NM. When we went out to the pickup &amp; trailer this morning, one of the tires on the trailer was flat. Thankfully, there was a repair place just across the street, so $25+ and 20 min. later we were on the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Changes are happening. I'm not sure what is on the other side of some of the changes -- which is scary. But, I'm learning to let go of the fear &amp; move forward -- trying to anticipate the other side with excitement &amp; not fear or dread.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our little Cali turned 1 this week! What a precious blessing she is in our lives. We are working on teaching her not to bark when a noise startles her or someone comes to the door. It's a hard process, but we seem to be making a bit of progress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very tired &amp; ready for bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till next time ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6251366071306456510-482763176099057643?l=debhash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debhash.blogspot.com/feeds/482763176099057643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://debhash.blogspot.com/2007/10/on-road-again.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251366071306456510/posts/default/482763176099057643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251366071306456510/posts/default/482763176099057643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debhash.blogspot.com/2007/10/on-road-again.html' title='On the road ... again'/><author><name>Deb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13138998142200257942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9Zt-8o5ew_E/Tj_s4U0aSgI/AAAAAAAAAH4/MKXQlO8viYg/s220/cut%2B%2526%2Bglasses.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6251366071306456510.post-5855404484012074030</id><published>2007-09-29T21:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-09-29T21:40:46.096-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Pressing on ...</title><content type='html'>Since there hasn't been a receptionist at our office for a few weeks, I've been filling in while resumes are reviewed &amp; interviews held. It had been narrowed down to two who were scheduled to come in for a second interview on Friday. The second one never showed -- didn't even call! Yeah, she's not in the running any more! And, the one that did come -- the main person who would be working with her isn't really comfortable with the young woman's personality -- too calm. Don't actually understand how that's a problem, but it's not my decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dave &amp; I were talking about talking to the two people who are making the final decision &amp; see if maybe I should just stay on until they find someone else. I could be paid hourly (currently not paid right now -- something about being an owner ... part of my responsibilities since my health plan is covered ...). Anyway, if I could stay &amp; get paid, I would do it for a while. It sure would put Dave @ ease &amp; I know the woman in the office would be very comfortable with me doing the work. And, if I do get paid, I can put it on bills! We'll see how it works out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, after work, Dave &amp; I went to the Log Home &amp; Timber Frame Show at the Merchandise Mart. It's not very big &amp; there weren't many there -- maybe bec. it was Fri. night &amp; they closed @ 7 PM. Anyway, we picked up LOTS of info on log &amp; timber frame homes (two different things). Today, as part of our sabbath, I went thru the materials, cut out pictures, etc. &amp; taped them into our Dream Book. We thought we wanted a home that would be about 3,000 sq. ft, but have decided that 2,000 sq. ft. will be plenty big. We love the open floor plan &amp; the master bedroom on the main floor. The upstairs could have 2 bedrooms &amp; a loft/office space. We'll build a separate outbuilding for garage and wood shop so Dave can design &amp; build sets for our clients. It'll be 3-5 years -- that's what we're planning. Although, it's all in the Lord's hands so it could be sooner OR later. We'll just keep moving that direction until He shows us otherwise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was good to have a day of rest today. Dave &amp; I spent the whole day together. What a blessing to have him home! And he didn't even check on email or his phone. Didn't even talk about work. He is learning to let go and relax. Now THAT is the blessing!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6251366071306456510-5855404484012074030?l=debhash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debhash.blogspot.com/feeds/5855404484012074030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://debhash.blogspot.com/2007/09/pressing-on.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251366071306456510/posts/default/5855404484012074030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251366071306456510/posts/default/5855404484012074030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debhash.blogspot.com/2007/09/pressing-on.html' title='Pressing on ...'/><author><name>Deb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13138998142200257942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9Zt-8o5ew_E/Tj_s4U0aSgI/AAAAAAAAAH4/MKXQlO8viYg/s220/cut%2B%2526%2Bglasses.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6251366071306456510.post-432234730496249461</id><published>2007-09-22T19:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-09-29T21:30:49.741-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Changes ...</title><content type='html'>The decisions that were made while in Oregon are impacting our lives. Right now, I feel like MY life is impacted more than Dave's, but that's just bec. he's so immersed in work. We are working harder than ever to get out of debt and put a bit of money aside. My contribution to not spending -- being for thoughtful &amp; frugal with our funds. One thing that will definitely be a saving -- I've gotten rid of my artificial nails. Not an easy or pain-free process, but it's done. Since I won't get them done anymore, I'm having the $25 I would have spent on them transferred into our savings account every two weeks (that's how often I got them done -- more or less). That's over $600 a year! So, I'll be doing my nails myself. They are VERY short &amp; thin -- haven't seen the light of day for years. It'll take time for them to get healthy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other impacts of our decisions include sorting and cleaning -- getting rid of clothing, books, furniture, etc. that we don't use/need anymore. I have about 8 old suitcases/gym bags with clothing &amp; shoes ready to go. Since we travel so much, the suitcases aren't that trustworthy anymore, but they'll be OK for someone going on a short trip. I also have a dresser, kitchen chairs, etc. that will be taken on Tues. It's amazing how much we have accumulated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had planned to clean the garage today. After breakfast &amp; a cup of coffee, I opened the door, was immediately overwhelmed with the enormity of the task, &amp; shut the door. Joe said he'll work with me for a bit on it. So, I worked on laundry, had my car washed, ran a couple of errands, etc. I'd like to think I can do it ALL and all at once. But, the reality is, I can't do either! I can only do SOME and a little at a time. I'm learning to ask others for help and hire people to do things I can't do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In an effort to prepare for fall &amp; winter, I called to arrange to have someone give me a bid to clean out our gutters. Yeah. We're getting new gutters. He pointed out that the gutters were literally coming off of the house! They must be 20 years old or more (we've been in the house 18 years!) &amp; some of them are rusted through (steel). The job isn't done yet, but should be by Mon. or Tues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm reading a book that was given to my by the author a few years ago. I hadn't read it -- and it seems like the right time. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Money, Possessions &amp; Eternity&lt;/span&gt; by Randy Alcorn. (Not 10 min. after I started reading it, Dave called to say they had just finished a session and Randy Alcorn was the speaker. "He said to tell you 'hi'." Too funny!) Anyway, I'm doing a lot of underlining &amp; praying as I read it. The book fits right in where my life is right now -- seeking God in a deeper, richer relationship and making changes for the next phase of our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Giles bought Emily's wedding ring today! It is beautiful! Not a typical wedding band -- diamonds &amp; sapphires with filigree on the side. They left a couple of minutes ago to look for a band for him at a different store. He doesn't want any stones in his.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The house is quiet. Everyone is out. Cali is sleeping, but she'll jump up &amp; follow me to the basement when I go to change the laundry around. I love the little bug!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till next time ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6251366071306456510-432234730496249461?l=debhash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debhash.blogspot.com/feeds/432234730496249461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://debhash.blogspot.com/2007/09/changes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251366071306456510/posts/default/432234730496249461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251366071306456510/posts/default/432234730496249461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debhash.blogspot.com/2007/09/changes.html' title='Changes ...'/><author><name>Deb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13138998142200257942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9Zt-8o5ew_E/Tj_s4U0aSgI/AAAAAAAAAH4/MKXQlO8viYg/s220/cut%2B%2526%2Bglasses.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6251366071306456510.post-1881414388903572228</id><published>2007-09-16T12:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T11:15:22.197-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Waves of Relief!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i1evTNDVvr0/Ru1_hSSOCSI/AAAAAAAAABE/vm9G7Uwedj0/s1600-h/OR+coast.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i1evTNDVvr0/Ru1_hSSOCSI/AAAAAAAAABE/vm9G7Uwedj0/s200/OR+coast.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110881361956047138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was able to convince Dave that we needed to get away last wkend; if not then, it could be the last wkend in Sept -- or wait until some time next year! The fact that I brought it up on Wed. caused him to ask if this was last min. planning. "No. If I'd waited until Fri., THAT would be last minute!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btwn the two of us, we had enough frequent flier miles for 2 tickets on Frontier. Long story short -- A wk ago Thurs., I was finally able to get our tickets to Portland, OR to leave on Fri. evening, a rental car, a free night (hotel points) &amp; one pay night in Salem and then three nights at our favorite B&amp;B in Yachats (yah-HOTS -- it's Indian -- feather, not dot). Our room had a walk-out door onto a porch then a short walk to the ocean! We LOVE the ocean!!! We LOVE Oregon!!! So much that we are praying about moving there in 4-5 years. We'll see what God does. If you want a break, here's the web address of the B&amp;B: www.seaquestinn.com and the picture is from a hill top at a National park nearby. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That doesn't mean we came back rested. Our flight home landed @ 11:15 PM, so by the time we got to bed it was 1 AM. We both had to get up &amp; get to work on Thurs. But, the trip was a time to get away -- which was much needed! And, the Lord allowed us to have some thoughtful, probing talks. AND, the Lord gave clear direction to Dave for some issues we have been talking &amp; praying about for some time. Several times during our time in OR, Dave turned to me and thanked me for making him take the time away from work. We are already looking forward to going again -- not sure when, but we will go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time for a Sunday afternoon nap. See you next time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6251366071306456510-1881414388903572228?l=debhash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debhash.blogspot.com/feeds/1881414388903572228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://debhash.blogspot.com/2007/09/waves-of-relief.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251366071306456510/posts/default/1881414388903572228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251366071306456510/posts/default/1881414388903572228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debhash.blogspot.com/2007/09/waves-of-relief.html' title='Waves of Relief!'/><author><name>Deb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13138998142200257942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9Zt-8o5ew_E/Tj_s4U0aSgI/AAAAAAAAAH4/MKXQlO8viYg/s220/cut%2B%2526%2Bglasses.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i1evTNDVvr0/Ru1_hSSOCSI/AAAAAAAAABE/vm9G7Uwedj0/s72-c/OR+coast.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6251366071306456510.post-1397274449738142739</id><published>2007-09-01T20:13:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-09-01T20:46:27.530-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Weekend</title><content type='html'>Just bec. it's a long wkend doesn't mean there isn't work to be done. Dave worked yesterday at the Budweiser Center in Loveland -- Days of Thunder event. He didn't get home until nearly 1 AM, but had to get up to return some speakers. He said he was going to get some work done at the office, so I went back to bed. When I got up around 12:30 PM (yes!), Dave was in the living room watching TV -- he was too tired to work. After watching TV for a bit, he went upstairs &amp; took a nap. A bit later, I joined him and slept for another hour!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Giles &amp; Emily want to get their invitation envelopes printed, but are having a bit of trouble. I've tried to help resolve the problem, but we've decided that I'll work on it tomorrow since it's nearly 9 PM now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joe has been enjoying driving the Honda. It makes it much easier for all of us now that he can get around on his own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past two weeks at the office have been difficult -- stressful. We are nearing a resolution, so we are praying that we can work together for the best strategy. It appears that I am going to be taking a more active role by meeting more regularly with the GM and helping him understand how Dave &amp; I function together as a team. The GM &amp; I have some preconceived ideas &amp; attitudes that we need to resolve, &amp; I'm sure the Lord will give clear direction for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until we meet again ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6251366071306456510-1397274449738142739?l=debhash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debhash.blogspot.com/feeds/1397274449738142739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://debhash.blogspot.com/2007/09/long-weekend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251366071306456510/posts/default/1397274449738142739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251366071306456510/posts/default/1397274449738142739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debhash.blogspot.com/2007/09/long-weekend.html' title='Long Weekend'/><author><name>Deb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13138998142200257942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9Zt-8o5ew_E/Tj_s4U0aSgI/AAAAAAAAAH4/MKXQlO8viYg/s220/cut%2B%2526%2Bglasses.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6251366071306456510.post-7730848588083280729</id><published>2007-08-27T19:39:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T20:06:12.534-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Catching Up</title><content type='html'>It's quite a while since I've spent time writing. I went to St. Louis for the travel website convention. I learned a lot -- about the company, about myself, a new friend and one that has decided not to be my friend. Life goes on. I am working on building my business -- and I'm excited about helping others build their business too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dave went to Houston last Wed. for an event site visit. He was scheduled to fly home on Friday. I flew to Houston on Friday. We were both flying on Frontier, so he was in the terminal when I landed. What a treat to see him &amp; get a kiss! I had taken the car to the airport, handed him the keys &amp; told him where it was parked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My time in Houston was spent "PattyCaking" -- working with my friend, Jean Thomason (aka Miss PattyCake). The large church hosted the event at three of their campuses: Relationship Rx. Miss PattyCake sang to the preschoolers &amp; then Jean (dressed as Miss PattyCake) gave a seminar to parents. We were at the North Campus on Fri. night, the West Campus on Sat. morning and then did a full concert at the main campus on Sat. night. On Sun. morning, the husband of the children's pastor at a church in Kingwood, TX picked us up. Jean gave a concert to the preschoolers and then we went to the airport. Dave picked me up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, now we start another week. Life is an adventure and I'm grateful for the people who are willing to journey with me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6251366071306456510-7730848588083280729?l=debhash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debhash.blogspot.com/feeds/7730848588083280729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://debhash.blogspot.com/2007/08/catching-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251366071306456510/posts/default/7730848588083280729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251366071306456510/posts/default/7730848588083280729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debhash.blogspot.com/2007/08/catching-up.html' title='Catching Up'/><author><name>Deb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13138998142200257942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9Zt-8o5ew_E/Tj_s4U0aSgI/AAAAAAAAAH4/MKXQlO8viYg/s220/cut%2B%2526%2Bglasses.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6251366071306456510.post-1595621589835524854</id><published>2007-08-13T19:16:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T20:03:29.461-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Home ... briefly</title><content type='html'>Dave flew into Tucson yesterday morning. I picked him up at the airport, we got the rig, returned the rental car &amp; left for home. We got home this afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'll unpack, then repack since I'm going to St. Louis tomorrow for the rest of the week. I'm going to attend my first travel website convention (has to do with my virtual travel web site). I'm excited to learn more so I can grow my business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Giles &amp; Emily are starting to address the envelopes for their invitations. After they're done with those, then they just have cake, coffee, punch and servers. They are very organized! The more time we spend with Emily, the more we love her. She is so very sweet and absolutely perfect for Giles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I guess I'll have to quit writing now so I can go unpack &amp; then repack. I've put it off long enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've lost about 20 lb.! I'm hungry all the time, but at least I'll be less fat for the wedding in Dec.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, yeah. I know. I'm going to do the suitcases.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6251366071306456510-1595621589835524854?l=debhash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debhash.blogspot.com/feeds/1595621589835524854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://debhash.blogspot.com/2007/08/home-briefly.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251366071306456510/posts/default/1595621589835524854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251366071306456510/posts/default/1595621589835524854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debhash.blogspot.com/2007/08/home-briefly.html' title='Home ... briefly'/><author><name>Deb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13138998142200257942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9Zt-8o5ew_E/Tj_s4U0aSgI/AAAAAAAAAH4/MKXQlO8viYg/s220/cut%2B%2526%2Bglasses.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6251366071306456510.post-6489925978012428503</id><published>2007-08-09T23:03:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T23:27:11.661-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The desert isn't for me!</title><content type='html'>So, Dave &amp; I arrived in Tucson on Tuesday night. Dave insisted that we pack our swimsuits. Yeah, I don't like the heat. Why would I go to the pool &amp; sit in the sun when it's over a 100 degrees outside?! It's over 80 degrees at 7:30 in the morning when I walk Cali &amp; I'm dripping wet by the time we're back to the room. I spent most of my elementary days trying to get &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;out &lt;/span&gt;of going to gym bec. I don't like to sweat. Nothing has changed. I still don't like to sweat! And I don't like cactus -- I think they are ugly, not to mention threatening. Give me air conditioning any day of the week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We drove the equipment here for the Up With People Alumni Reunion. Dave did help with set up, but that's it. We were &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;supposed &lt;/span&gt;to have a few days of vacation -- the first three days in a row in about 9 months. BUT, on the drive here, the office called bec. we (the company) had an opportunity to do a job, but there wasn't any crew available (out on jobs or &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;supposed &lt;/span&gt;to be on a short vacation). It's an opportunity to establish a new client, so, of course, Dave will do it. That meant flying BACK to Denver this afternoon! He'll rig in the gear tomorrow, teaching a free-lance guy how to do it (so we can use him in the future -- if we ever get a few days of vacation &amp; a call for a job!). He'll fly back on Saturday morning. The event is over on Saturday night &amp; we'll leave for home on Sunday morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to the spa tomorrow to sulk in solitude! Massage @ 11, manicure &amp; pedicure @ noon. Nap at 1!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As always, you're welcome to stop by.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6251366071306456510-6489925978012428503?l=debhash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debhash.blogspot.com/feeds/6489925978012428503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://debhash.blogspot.com/2007/08/desert-isnt-for-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251366071306456510/posts/default/6489925978012428503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251366071306456510/posts/default/6489925978012428503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debhash.blogspot.com/2007/08/desert-isnt-for-me.html' title='The desert isn&apos;t for me!'/><author><name>Deb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13138998142200257942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9Zt-8o5ew_E/Tj_s4U0aSgI/AAAAAAAAAH4/MKXQlO8viYg/s220/cut%2B%2526%2Bglasses.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6251366071306456510.post-5496677558324891767</id><published>2007-08-04T17:29:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-08-04T17:39:36.326-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Glad THAT'S over!</title><content type='html'>The past few days have been very stressful! Thru the misunderstandings, miscommunication, incorrect conclusions, frustration, tears (mostly mine!), and finally, reconciliation, we are able to refocus and begin the process of moving ahead. There is new trust, renewed hope and vision, and commitment to work together as a TEAM. Hurts have been voiced, forgiveness has been offered &amp; accepted. Wrong perceptions have been discussed, eyes, hearts &amp; minds have been opened (the "ah-HA" moment).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am SO grateful for the Lord's faithfulness! I am grateful for His forgiveness! I am grateful for His patience!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There will still be some tough days ahead, but knowing we are all working together will be a tremendous encouragement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are also some difficult -- life-changing decisions to be made. If the Lord brings us to mind, pray as He directs and I pray that we will clearly hear His voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for stopping by!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6251366071306456510-5496677558324891767?l=debhash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debhash.blogspot.com/feeds/5496677558324891767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://debhash.blogspot.com/2007/08/glad-thats-over.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251366071306456510/posts/default/5496677558324891767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251366071306456510/posts/default/5496677558324891767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debhash.blogspot.com/2007/08/glad-thats-over.html' title='Glad THAT&apos;S over!'/><author><name>Deb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13138998142200257942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9Zt-8o5ew_E/Tj_s4U0aSgI/AAAAAAAAAH4/MKXQlO8viYg/s220/cut%2B%2526%2Bglasses.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6251366071306456510.post-6169592079291342028</id><published>2007-08-02T21:32:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T22:04:11.720-06:00</updated><title type='text'>And so it goes ...</title><content type='html'>For many months, Dave &amp; I have been in agony over a decision we had to make -- about our life and life's work. We made the decision last weekend, and then knew immediately that other decisions were to follow. The decisions were made, which caused more stress because we knew there would be confrontation with others because of our decisions. But immediately after making the first decision, we were at peace. Maybe you know that kind of peace -- the calm after the storm, the quiet after the noise, the still after the turmoil, the peace that passes all understanding. We knew with certainty that God had clearly directed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As anticipated, there was confrontation. And, it's not over. We had to part ways before it was resolved -- pressing commitments to others forced us to leave it unfinished. We are to get together tomorrow (10 AM or 1 PM) to continue -- and hopefully -- get things taken care of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the Lord brings us to mind, will you pray that HIS will be done; that HE will be glorified; that He will use us as change-agents in this situation; that we will be willing to change as well. I'll be sure to let you know how He answers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for stopping by today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6251366071306456510-6169592079291342028?l=debhash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debhash.blogspot.com/feeds/6169592079291342028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://debhash.blogspot.com/2007/08/and-so-it-goes.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251366071306456510/posts/default/6169592079291342028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251366071306456510/posts/default/6169592079291342028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debhash.blogspot.com/2007/08/and-so-it-goes.html' title='And so it goes ...'/><author><name>Deb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13138998142200257942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9Zt-8o5ew_E/Tj_s4U0aSgI/AAAAAAAAAH4/MKXQlO8viYg/s220/cut%2B%2526%2Bglasses.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6251366071306456510.post-6805165418038194457</id><published>2007-07-26T10:42:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T10:55:27.240-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;This is a new adventure for me! I'm not a stranger to adventure. In fact, "adventure" would be one of the words used to describe my life. Other words might be "busy", "hectic", "cluttered", "funny", "weird", "mental case" (oops -- two words). You get the point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Journaling isn't new to me. For years I sorted my thoughts on paper, prayed in print, screamed and ranted in writing. This is different in that now it's open to all who stop by. That's a bit scary for a nearly-50 year old! I figured I'd leave my journals for my children to find after I died -- and freak them out with what I'd written. Ha! At this point in my life, I don't think my kids would freak out about much in my life! So, I might as well put it out there (literally!) for all to read. I've learned from my sons that blogging is a process -- some days it's thoughtful, others it's silly, &amp; sometimes it's just to vent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, grab a cup of coffee &amp;amp; join me in this journey of life! I'll give you my perspective from where I am, &amp; I look forward to hearing your perspective. Regardless of whether or not I agree with what you have to contribute, I will continue this process &amp;amp; appreciate you taking the time to stop by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessings!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6251366071306456510-6805165418038194457?l=debhash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debhash.blogspot.com/feeds/6805165418038194457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://debhash.blogspot.com/2007/07/welcome.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251366071306456510/posts/default/6805165418038194457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6251366071306456510/posts/default/6805165418038194457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debhash.blogspot.com/2007/07/welcome.html' title='Welcome!'/><author><name>Deb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13138998142200257942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9Zt-8o5ew_E/Tj_s4U0aSgI/AAAAAAAAAH4/MKXQlO8viYg/s220/cut%2B%2526%2Bglasses.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
