tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-51423011811153809742024-03-07T03:46:38.116-05:00Potteiger's Rat PackBryan + Marsha = Breanna, Brittany, Brooklynn, Zachary, and Trenton. The joys and thoughts from our home. Stop by and let us know who you are. Enjoy!Bryan and Marshahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12576965967628575943noreply@blogger.comBlogger116125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5142301181115380974.post-25970307463454287812012-11-17T09:22:00.002-05:002012-11-17T09:22:58.321-05:00Marriage <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>"God
help me and forgive me for being much more interested in my own good
rather than my husband's good, and failing to contribute to my husband's
blessing. Lord, how can I respond in such a way as to bind us together
in deeper harmony and deeper unity in Jesus Christ? Lord, show me what I
can do to make my husband's life as easy and as pleasant as I can." <span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">by Elisabeth Elliot</span></i></span><br />
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<i>"Lord, he's your man. He's the one you've given to me</i><i>—his
peculiarities and his personality, you gave me. I'll take it. Help me
Lord; show me ways, Lord, to make his life as pleasant and as easy as I
can. Now Lord, you work in him the changes You think need to be done.
Fulfill your purposes. Help me to remember 'in acceptance lieth peace. '
"</i>(Amy Carmichael)</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">I was talking to a lady recently who has been struggling with her marriage. Her husband has cheated on her and she was struggling with forgiving him. She would "forgive" him, but then he would do it again. She's frustrated, hurt, angry, bitter, unforgiving.....wanting him to hurt like she does. My devotions that day had to deal with being a forgiving person! I am still amazed at how God works things in our lives. So I shared some of this with her. Unforgiveness is the root of hate. Ouch! When we are entertaining unforgiving thoughts, they will turn to hate inside of us. When we make the decision to forgive someone one day does NOT mean we won't have unforgivenss towards them on another day. Forgiveness is a choice we must make every day....even if we don't feel like! If we let our emotions dictate how we should forgive others....we never would!! There are moments when we think there is no possible way to forgive things that were done to us....but with God ALL things are possible!!! He is the only ONE who can help us. When our minds take off in the direction that it should not go...quote scripture..."</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span class="text Phil-4-8" id="en-NIV-29451"><span class="text Phil-4-8" id="en-NIV-29451">whatever is true, whatever is noble, whatever is right</span> whatever is pure, whatever is lovely,
whatever is admirable—if anything is excellent or praiseworthy—think
about such things.</span>" Phil. 4:8. </span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">I have been praying a hedge around my husband, myself and my children. There is so much negatives things going on in the world that it is hard sometimes not to be fearful. Desperation, agonizing guilt, fear of anything....We are many times caught unaware of the devil's attack on our mind. We believe things that come to mind and get caught up in despair. I have been trying to sit down and play the piano and sing praises to Jesus. When I hit fear, despair it takes me a bit to remember what I need to do. So this is a reminder to me! "My hope is in the Lord! I will trust in Him, and Him alone!" </span><i><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"></span></i></span><div class="blogger-post-footer">posted by Marsha P @</div>Bryan and Marshahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12576965967628575943noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5142301181115380974.post-214158677475431782012-05-22T20:07:00.001-04:002012-05-22T20:08:36.798-04:00Grace Doesn't Have to be Perfect to be Good<br />
<span style="font-size: 12px;">By <a class="yiv1358331798author" href="http://www.proverbs31.org/speakers/bios/lysa-terkeurst/" id="yui_3_2_0_13_1337730831527434" rel="nofollow" style="color: #8f3000;" target="_blank"><span class="" id="lw_1337731005_0">Lysa TerKeurst</span></a></span>
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<span id="yui_3_2_0_13_1337730831527439" style="color: black; font-size: 16px; line-height: 24px;"><i id="yui_3_2_0_13_1337730831527648">"Let
your conversation be always full of grace, seasoned with salt, so that
you may know how to answer everyone." Colossians 4:6 (NIV)</i></span></div>
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I like this verse. I really do. It interrupts me. It redirects me.</div>
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But most of all it challenges me.</div>
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And the part that challenges me
the most is the "full of grace" part. My conversations should be full of
grace. In other words, the bulk of my words should be made up of grace
towards the person with whom I'm conversing.</div>
I don't know if you've ever tried this, but it's hard.<br />
The other day I knew I was going to have a challenging day with one
of my daughters. It was just one of those days where right from the
start, I could tell she was going to push when I wanted to pull. She was
going to go when I wanted to pause. She was going to take when I wasn't
in the mood to give.<br />
I just knew there was going to be a situation.<br />
So, thinking on this verse, I said to myself, "full of grace Lysa.
Absolutely full. Not partial. Not half way. But all the way grace."<br />
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With each response, I measured out lavish grace. Not that I didn't correct her, I did. But I did so in calm tones.</div>
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I looked for ways to lovingly
reassure her. I held her hand. I let her see my pleasure in her through
the expressions on my face. And I kept quiet when my nerves were begging
me to do otherwise.</div>
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I did really well ... for a couple of hours.</div>
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And then I lost it. Completely.</div>
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I was so discouraged.</div>
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But as I think back on it now,
that part of it is grace too. I demonstrated the reason I can give grace
is because I so desperately need it. I asked for forgiveness and
decided to resist my own funk begging me to sit and wallow in my messy
humanity.</div>
I dusted myself off, and whispered, "God help me. Please, please help me."<br />
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And I took one more step towards the grace I so desperately want to demonstrate.</div>
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I don't know who puts "grace" to
the test in your life. But how might things be different if just for
today you decided to resist the funk and give grace a try with them one
more time?</div>
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Remember, grace doesn't have to be perfect to be good.</div>
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<i id="yui_3_2_0_13_1337730831527605">Dear
Lord, thank You for Your amazing grace. I hope I show it with every
conversation I have today. But when I blow it, thanks for giving me an
extra measure of grace. In Jesus' Name, Amen.</i></div>
</span><div class="blogger-post-footer">posted by Marsha P @</div>Bryan and Marshahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12576965967628575943noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5142301181115380974.post-50513695357694521422012-05-07T16:15:00.003-04:002012-05-07T16:15:52.635-04:00But I Have A Right to be Angry<br />
<span style="font-size: 12px;"><a class="yiv153590181author" href="http://www.proverbs31.org/speakers/bios/tracie-miles/" id="yui_3_2_0_7_1336421019861442" rel="nofollow" style="color: #8f3000;" target="_blank"><span class="" id="lw_1336421179_0"></span></a></span>
<span id="yui_3_2_0_7_1336421019861449" style="color: black; font-size: 16px; line-height: 24px;"><em>"Understand
this, my dear brothers and sisters: You must all be quick to listen,
slow to speak, and slow to get angry. Human anger does not produce the
righteousness God desires." James 1:19-20 (NLT)</em><br />
I had been lied to, betrayed and hurt. I was angry, and thought I had every right to be.<br />
Day after day, anger crushed my desire to forgive. Although I had
asked God to fill my heart with mercy, my mental list of reasons I
should be mad kept overriding my empty prayers.<br />
It was as if voices in my head were arguing with each other. One
tried to convince me I was correct in feeling angry; the other tried to
persuade me that mercy was the right choice.<br />
For months, the loudest voice was the one that aligned with my damaged emotions, and unfortunately the one I listened to. <em>Yes, I have a right to be angry. Anyone would agree.</em><br />
Listening to the voice of bitterness and unforgiveness, I started
lashing out in my actions with impatience and unkindness. Oh, I could
play the good-Christian-girl for a while, masking my feelings. But if
something was said or done to trigger my suppressed hurt, hostility and
resentment would catapult to the surface.<br />
Reading our key verse from James one morning, I felt God urging me to
realize the misleading direction my emotions were taking me, and damage
they were doing. I couldn't help but notice how it says "everyone"
should be slow to speak and slow to anger.<br />
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This truth from God's Word left no
room for my excuses or righteous indignation, even though I felt like my
anger was justified for being wronged. And then a few verses later, I
read James 1:22: <em id="yui_3_2_0_7_1336421019861592">"Do not merely listen to the word, and so deceive yourselves. Do what it says" (NIV)</em>.</div>
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I knew that from a worldly
perspective, I had every right to be angry. But from God's perspective,
my anger was adding to the sin of the situation. My unforgiveness was
keeping me from living out the reality of the Gospel in my own life—by
extending the same mercy and forgiveness God has given me through Jesus.</div>
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Through the words of James, God
softened my heart, making me aware that although I said I'd forgiven
this person with my words, I had not forgiven with my heart and it was
time to do so and move on.</div>
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In every area of life, including
managing our most powerful emotions, God tells us to be quick to listen
(to Him and others), slow to speak and slow to become angry. As we apply
these practices in our relationships, we become 'doers' of His Word,
not just 'hearers' and that leads to the righteousness God desires in
each of us.</div>
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<em id="yui_3_2_0_7_1336421019861582">Dear
Lord, please forgive me for harboring anger in my heart. Equip me with a
supernatural ability to forgive those who have hurt me and to guard my
heart when old emotions threaten to surface. Strip my heart of anger and
replace it with joy. Thank You for Your mercy. Help me be more merciful
because of You. In Jesus' Name, Amen.</em></div>
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<em id="yui_3_2_0_7_1336421019861582"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">by Tracie Miles </span></em></div>
</span><div class="blogger-post-footer">posted by Marsha P @</div>Bryan and Marshahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12576965967628575943noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5142301181115380974.post-80788838474127931142012-04-21T16:29:00.001-04:002012-04-21T16:29:33.535-04:00<div id="yui_3_2_0_11_1335039929939605" style="margin-bottom: 0;">
<a href="" id="yui_3_2_0_11_1335039929939608" rel="nofollow" style="font-family: Palatino, Times, serif; font-size: 30px; text-decoration: none;"><span id="yui_3_2_0_11_1335039929939607" style="color: #8f3000;">A Timely Gift</span></a></div>
<span style="font-size: 12px;">By <a class="yiv1657116617author" href="http://www.proverbs31.org/speakers/bios/lynn-cowell/" id="yui_3_2_0_11_1335039929939434" rel="nofollow" style="color: #8f3000;" target="_blank"><span class="" id="lw_1335039932_0">Lynn Cowell</span></a></span>
<span id="yui_3_2_0_11_1335039929939442" style="color: black; font-size: 16px; line-height: 24px;"><em>"Every
good and perfect gift is from above, coming down from the Father of the
heavenly lights, who does not change like shifting shadows." James 1:17
(NIV)</em><br />
Several years ago ... okay, <em>many, many</em> years ago ... my
parents gave me a unique keychain with a key to their car. I loved it!
That key represented freedom and independence. Exactly what I was
craving as a teenager. It was the right gift at the right time.<br />
If my parents had given me that gift when I was six, it would have
been strange and inappropriate. I would've wondered what it was for and
how to use it. My parents knew what to give and when to give it.<br />
In James 1:17 we're told that God our Father gives good gifts to us,
His children. Not only does He give good gifts, but He knows perfectly
what to give and when to give it. His gifts are not spur of the moment
because He forgot a special day was on the way. His gifts are all about <em>perfect timing</em>.<br />
When I was five, I couldn't reach my jacket hanging up just above the
cement steps leading to our basement. I called out for help, but I
didn't trust those who loved me would come and do what I needed when I <em>wanted</em> it. A tumble down those steps produced a black eye that stayed a long time.<br />
Many of us are asking God for help. We're crying out for something we
need. The question is, can we wait patiently, trusting that His timing
is perfect? Can we believe He has our best in mind and is working on our
behalf?<br />
Sometimes we grow impatient. We want what we want and we want it now. So we make the mistake of trying to get it by ourselves.<br />
Is there one thing you feel if you could have it, your life would be
complete? If you could just have that job at that pay, life would be so
much better. If God would just open your womb, the emptiness would
finally be gone. If He would just heal your broken, cold marriage, your
heart would be joyful. Are you tempted, like me, to get that thing any
way you can, even with the possibility you could end up with way more
than a black eye?<br />
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There are times when He seems to
answer "no" or at least "not now." It is here, where our desires
intersect His will, that we have to trust the Father knows best and
every gift comes from Him. Every time,<em>in His time</em>, the gift is good and perfect.</div>
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I've seen God's perfect gifts in
my life as I've waited on Him. Waited on Him for a husband. Waited on
Him to open doors for ministry. Waited on Him to draw my kids to
Himself. Let's keep our eyes on His history of faithfulness in our lives
as we wait for His good and perfect gifts.</div>
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<em id="yui_3_2_0_11_1335039929939583">Dear
Lord, waiting on You is so hard! My heart wants to get things moving,
step up and take action. Help me to always bring my desires to You,
knowing that You always have my best at heart. In Jesus' Name, Amen.</em></div>
</span><div class="blogger-post-footer">posted by Marsha P @</div>Bryan and Marshahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12576965967628575943noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5142301181115380974.post-80224661148613590852011-08-06T14:51:00.000-04:002011-08-06T14:51:18.543-04:00DeleteI have been thinking allot recently about my words, thoughts and actions. In today's world we have so many gadgets to keep us occupied. We have so many things available at our fingertips now... and<span style="font-size: large;"> <u>I</u></span> can get so impatient if things do not go at <span style="font-size: large;"><u><b>my</b></u></span> speed! I tend to think, act, re-act, speak w/out thinking of others. I am just thinking of myself. If I am not pleased at something someone does, then I want to hurt them w/ my words, or actions. <span style="font-size: large;">This <span style="font-size: small;">is not something that I am proud of, just trying to be open and honest. :) Many times I have wished for the <span style="font-size: large;">delete</span> button on the computer/phone to undo what has been said or done. I know many of us delete things for the purpose of not hurting someone, ashamed of what we have done, or just hiding what we have done. I do know that one day I will stand before GOD and will be held accountable for what I have said or done. You would think that this would change me, but, nope! it hasn't. I long to trust more freely, love more wildly, be so much more giving....I want to be more of what Jesus would want and not Marsha. </span></span>This is some of my heart's desire.<div class="blogger-post-footer">posted by Marsha P @</div>Bryan and Marshahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12576965967628575943noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5142301181115380974.post-61246994008523611412011-02-14T09:12:00.000-05:002011-02-14T09:12:52.531-05:00My ValentineHappy Valentine's Day to the love of my life. I have so enjoyed being "us" for almost 18 years. When we are together, my life is complete. I have always loved laughing with you, talking with you, (me talking :) ) discussing Biblical things, listening to you preach, listening to you sing :), hugging you, having your children, becoming a family of 7!<br />
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I received from Girlfriends in God by Sharon Jaynes something that is challenging me. Do I love my husband well? Do I adore the man that God has given to me? Romans 12 gives us some points that we can ask ourselves about our husbands. How do we love him?<br />
*Love must be sincere<br />
*Cling to what is good<br />
*Be devoted to one another<br />
*Honor one another above yourself<br />
*Never be lacking in zeal<br />
*Be joyful in hope<br />
*Be patient in affliction<br />
*Be faithful in prayer<br />
*Do not be proud<br />
*Do not be conceited<br />
*Do not pay anyone evil for evil<br />
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I desire to love my husband freely. God has been so good and faithful to us!! I admire my husband for who he has become and is becoming. He is listening to God and obeying and I desire that above all else. I admire him for the man of God he is!!<br />
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I love you sweetheart!!<br />
Marsha<div class="blogger-post-footer">posted by Marsha P @</div>Bryan and Marshahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12576965967628575943noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5142301181115380974.post-35538389061337571652011-01-25T10:24:00.001-05:002011-01-25T10:29:47.764-05:00GraceI have not posted since August and now I am posting this!! I must be crazy!! These are some my intimate thoughts and I am being very opened with them. I know not many people check this out anymore :) which maybe makes me more comfortable with sharing!! This is for me! I know some may read this and say, 'what in the world?' Don't mean to make you think this! Just needed to write it out for myself. You can read along and agree or disagree with me. It's okay. <br />
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I have realized how pathetic I have been as a Christian. These past months I have felt so far from God. He has shown me things that I have not obeyed! I would try, and then...back to the old way! I have confessed to Him and these past three days have been painful, yet really good!! :) There are a couple of books that I have been reading that have shown me, well ME! I don't like the picture I am seeing! Am I the Proverbs 7 lady or the Proverbs 31? Proverbs 7 says "Her feet do not stay at home; now in the street, now in the market, and at every corner." My habits have been self-indulgent, gossiping, just trying to make me happy. I have not given my priorities to what really matters ~ Home. This is where the important stuff happens, spiritually and physically. I have not attended to my spiritual growth, my families spiritual growth; I have just been self-indulgent. My desire is to be more like the Proverbs 31 woman. I know that I will never achieve all of this, but I need to change my passion. My habits need to be self-disciplined, attend to matters of personal faith and character ~ really need to work on this! I need to always take care of my household ~ making sure the house is presentable, supper ready to go, watching and paying attention to the needs in my family. I need to care about God's kingdom.. doing what I can to win show Christ to others, with my prayers, actions, giving, time, etc.. I need to take care of beneficial pursuits, not idle! I need to be more self-sacrificing. I need to manage my household (I Timothy 5:14) Keeping my eyes and ears open to what is happening in my home..the physical, emotional, relational, and spiritual well-being. <span style="font-size: x-small;">(This is taken from the book GIRLS GONE WISE IN A WORLD GONE WILD by Mary Kassian) </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: small;">God has been talking to me about where I place my husband in my list of important things. I am ashamed to say that sometimes he is at the bottom of the list, and recently he has been at the top of my list ~ in first place. Not good! Jesus is first, Bryan is second, my children are third, family and friends fourth, and I am at the end! </span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: small;">From the book "UNCOVERED revealing the secrets of a sexy marriage" by Susie Davis there is a quote from columnist James Collins. It says, " How can we actually love the person we love when we are burdened by resentment and fear and insecurity and anger and narcissism and hostility and self-loathing and bouts of total irrationality." I want to actually love the person that I love! Love in action. The sort of love that stays together and keeps caring, that keeps trying and never gives up! This love will cause ME to put aside MYSELF and put my husband first ~ even in the exhaustive, ugly, nitty-gritty of life when everything thing is breaking lose and I feel that I am at my breaking point! I need to live out "LOVING the one that I Love!"</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: small;">I Corinthians 13 states it best! "Love is patient and kind. Love is not jealous or boastful or proud or rude. It does not demand its own way. It is not irritable, and it keeps no record of being wronged. It does not rejoice about injustice but rejoices whenever the truth wins out. Love never gives up, never loses faith, is always hopeful, and endures through every circumstance." (NLT) This is my prayer! I long to be "perfectly whole". This is my heart plea, to be more like Jesus!</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: small;">Another thought from the author Anne Lamott says, "Grace is unearned love - it's the love that goes before, that greets us on the way. It's the help you receive when you have no bright ideas left, when you are empty and desperate and have discovered that your best thinking and most charming charm have failed you. Grace is the light or electricity or juice or breeze that takes you from that isolated place and puts you with others who are startled and embarrassed and eventually grateful as you are to be there."</span> </span><br />
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My thoughts may not make sense to anyone, and that is truly okay. Jesus knows my heart, he has been getting into my 'secret places' that I would be ashamed for you all to see. I have this one life to live and I want to live it correctly. Letting Jesus be in control of my life! My emotions may be whacky, seemingly uncontrollable, a whole lot goofy, but I am forgiven! And I know that Jesus loves ME! I am thankful that God is showing me things, dealing with me, telling me not to run with my emotions, not always dwelling on the negative. So today, I choose Jesus! No matter what comes, His grace will be there!<div class="blogger-post-footer">posted by Marsha P @</div>Bryan and Marshahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12576965967628575943noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5142301181115380974.post-82628332391318665812010-08-26T08:45:00.000-04:002010-08-26T08:45:48.815-04:00Happy 16th Birthday!Wow!! 16 years ago I was getting ready for the day to head to my sister-in-law's home. I finally made it there traveling over bumpy roads, trying to drive with a pillow on my lower back, but, my stomach was to big! When I arrived at her house, got out and my father-in-law said, "you don't look so good!" I never dreamed that I was in labor!! It was still 6 weeks until their due date!! Went into her home and played with the nephews, walked around, laid on her couch, went upstairs, all the while trying to stay cool in her non air-conditioned home!! Char finally came upstairs to check on me and then she got worried!! She called hubby and told him to come home quick!! He arrived 30 minutes later and off we went to Molly's house, the Amish lady. We traveled 45 min. to get there and when we arrived she came out and said, "What are you doing here?" I told her I thought it was just false labor, but she looked at the paper where the times where written down and said, "No, this is real labor!" Oh no!! lol We go into the room and she said I was 9cm and Bryan asked, "How far does she have to go?" I wanted to laugh, but I was hurting!!! Breanna came into the world and 3:13 p.m. and then Brittany joined her sister at 3:27 p.m. and they have pretty much been inseparable since!!! <br />
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I have so enjoyed having raised them so far!!! They are a joy, most of the time!!!<br />
Happy 16th twins!!! I love you!!!<div class="blogger-post-footer">posted by Marsha P @</div>Bryan and Marshahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12576965967628575943noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5142301181115380974.post-90690257567209252502010-06-03T23:24:00.001-04:002010-06-03T23:24:39.027-04:00My wife needs to update this blog thingy!<div class="blogger-post-footer">posted by Marsha P @</div>Bryan and Marshahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12576965967628575943noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5142301181115380974.post-42145506221414813252010-03-20T10:03:00.000-04:002010-03-20T10:03:16.670-04:00Oh my!It has almost been a year since we (Bryan) last posted! Since he has slacked off, and since I am tired of seeing Jim Tressel signing, I am going to write something.<br />
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We have had a great 2010 so far. God has been faithful! God is still working on me and I am so thankful for that! Where would I be if I hadn't made the choice to choose Him? Scary thought!<br />
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Now this is the reason I always wanted Bryan to write! Can't think of anything to say. He always could say something funny and whatever. Oh well! Life goes on! <br />
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Our 3 girls went to competition and did so well!! I was a proud Momma! Brittany placed 3rd in piano solo; Breanna placed 2nd in poetry recitation (she lost by 1 pt.); Brooklynn placed 2nd in dramatic monologue, which she had to write; and the girls trio placed 5th. The boys we brought placed 1st male vocal solo; 2nd preaching; 1st 1600 run; 6th poetry. Next year we plan on entering them in a whole lot more!! I am excited about it already!<br />
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We are now getting ready for our school auction next weekend the 26th. Things are coming along pretty good, which we are grateful for. <br />
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Once Bryan shows me how to upload pics ~ I will!!!<div class="blogger-post-footer">posted by Marsha P @</div>Bryan and Marshahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12576965967628575943noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5142301181115380974.post-89939222010209069932009-03-28T20:12:00.002-04:002009-03-28T20:17:53.309-04:00Jim Tressel Signing Day<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiL86Cnl1Y3vpieAOspZfVrTZpiNC_JoPfyhrSDemEIuMxP0ruIBbRtD42bbKe0zx535QiaID4gikJo37qEr7L0E2Nhqk3XsWtueY5GgdteZx2ZQzjt4djwgUFJpTAFS4WCa68lyKSGl9xP/s1600-h/P3280053.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiL86Cnl1Y3vpieAOspZfVrTZpiNC_JoPfyhrSDemEIuMxP0ruIBbRtD42bbKe0zx535QiaID4gikJo37qEr7L0E2Nhqk3XsWtueY5GgdteZx2ZQzjt4djwgUFJpTAFS4WCa68lyKSGl9xP/s400/P3280053.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318397245885915058" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbMk_Fby76wvOw96gS_JdhLIT2TdprAbjcMImTXqUwjnu3ME2laNdgDB9MAK_FT6Lu8aPNzVOxu7mbO__I-a7Jpo0dN6qYmJ9eP9UCPCWTKBLEMWBBBnQ9pCtcHJ7f2hO46KgNMU2qnOZo/s1600-h/P3280051.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbMk_Fby76wvOw96gS_JdhLIT2TdprAbjcMImTXqUwjnu3ME2laNdgDB9MAK_FT6Lu8aPNzVOxu7mbO__I-a7Jpo0dN6qYmJ9eP9UCPCWTKBLEMWBBBnQ9pCtcHJ7f2hO46KgNMU2qnOZo/s400/P3280051.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318397237055460962" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjedrkvpJSbmsQWnPL5N3lV5r5XAJRga-uEBiBiNvEjriT9Lz_1DEC4BUXWc1BQeoQmN3Eshfn4hGGlghexY4v7nDcDQldJyhju3PpUq4OYvIe_EetVVYnVuIVr6H9jEeUrnPgT7giSiDdF/s1600-h/P3280048.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjedrkvpJSbmsQWnPL5N3lV5r5XAJRga-uEBiBiNvEjriT9Lz_1DEC4BUXWc1BQeoQmN3Eshfn4hGGlghexY4v7nDcDQldJyhju3PpUq4OYvIe_EetVVYnVuIVr6H9jEeUrnPgT7giSiDdF/s400/P3280048.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318397235390644466" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4Q5E1G78mcLPrqV4fX0GJmkbqq21WV1aW2hHbeGVLRn1M2bM0BiCDgrDdyht4abVBWBIUf7zeltVfHtKMz7e6XiJxPEVldV9_ziqrkdJB7afSpSGSplQb6f0MLi9KbQwxpbtZ2b-lEQ-j/s1600-h/P3280050.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4Q5E1G78mcLPrqV4fX0GJmkbqq21WV1aW2hHbeGVLRn1M2bM0BiCDgrDdyht4abVBWBIUf7zeltVfHtKMz7e6XiJxPEVldV9_ziqrkdJB7afSpSGSplQb6f0MLi9KbQwxpbtZ2b-lEQ-j/s400/P3280050.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318397216652865026" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhN0O9XMETmkiUSzRiwkkui9F53O2hPPgMVobVmD0gk-tWrTOOZ7eyUKEmV8UaxwEH0kO0GijpKVtPg8bvX8WtqiIcmRXYs4o7pogNsu_mBmHl7WiQS9C-NUJ_Vw5SjgZ3mEC5hdvp_a8zC/s1600-h/P3280047.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhN0O9XMETmkiUSzRiwkkui9F53O2hPPgMVobVmD0gk-tWrTOOZ7eyUKEmV8UaxwEH0kO0GijpKVtPg8bvX8WtqiIcmRXYs4o7pogNsu_mBmHl7WiQS9C-NUJ_Vw5SjgZ3mEC5hdvp_a8zC/s400/P3280047.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318397211828819970" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Zac and I were privileged to get some signatures and pictures with Ohio State coach Mr. Jim Tressel. Zac was pretty excited.<br /><br /><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer">posted by Marsha P @</div>Bryan and Marshahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12576965967628575943noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5142301181115380974.post-48231645566801826492009-03-14T19:32:00.004-04:002009-03-14T19:51:41.034-04:00ACE Regional Competition<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgre2iUK2-YvTsDmLQraUecZ3mIUeoCZy7y1onYtp6Nn8PVqJpRlQohhIO7NjRwJqBhN3E46gIwCCZhA7zSTiA6bOcO6qsi54eSJygkcdeUG4g39GQA7QPAr8bECaHFV9slDQSpKBIz6xzw/s1600-h/P3100030.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgre2iUK2-YvTsDmLQraUecZ3mIUeoCZy7y1onYtp6Nn8PVqJpRlQohhIO7NjRwJqBhN3E46gIwCCZhA7zSTiA6bOcO6qsi54eSJygkcdeUG4g39GQA7QPAr8bECaHFV9slDQSpKBIz6xzw/s400/P3100030.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313192608504701666" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:130%;">State Competition was held in Muncie, IN, and my wife and I were privileged to take four students with us to compete. It was a wonderful four days of being with other young people, meeting old friends, and enjoying some good nervous competition. </span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhh-hCmlgn96fGPMKayhL3fjDIaMDtoVvbksQ6DpIlWNpnnhsy45VEBOQwlvGpD8Y8CE29oLLKKJ429YCFale9GMbJ5MCcoWUmsV73DMJZ3Ka-tt8lrkVIaarTPIQ44832j_Y4grSQgJ5F1/s1600-h/P3120054.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhh-hCmlgn96fGPMKayhL3fjDIaMDtoVvbksQ6DpIlWNpnnhsy45VEBOQwlvGpD8Y8CE29oLLKKJ429YCFale9GMbJ5MCcoWUmsV73DMJZ3Ka-tt8lrkVIaarTPIQ44832j_Y4grSQgJ5F1/s400/P3120054.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313192606145988418" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:130%;">During preliminaries beach balls were an exciting part of the fun for the young people. (And me too!)</span><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivyTnhL2aWY_-W7CgQ18EuBKG6IhapIgtD2xqHtL6TtNyUXZO0dnz35ySVjT-0re_44o94PVUYNRkvc0EyBZonLFmYGso4X3PNIO_UAo3Azaj5VYzyfF6eppgbJoEZOmhpJGw5nsJ1Ux6k/s1600-h/P3110043.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivyTnhL2aWY_-W7CgQ18EuBKG6IhapIgtD2xqHtL6TtNyUXZO0dnz35ySVjT-0re_44o94PVUYNRkvc0EyBZonLFmYGso4X3PNIO_UAo3Azaj5VYzyfF6eppgbJoEZOmhpJGw5nsJ1Ux6k/s400/P3110043.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313191613614108498" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:130%;">Joree singing "He Touched Me." He ended placing third.</span><br /></div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMkH-vTHfJSqTXiXNoYCFuw_6lR_fsOJvrvUs_f1iP2yP78uJ_MSUXtvpWfYPkgWbJxSlHzl4sG7rq-S6hwMNjr6wQ49Qqz1nqEg1EErhtNrWigKKDJDAWSX18lyzxg-pRcKQrSzTeIQIF/s1600-h/P3100023.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMkH-vTHfJSqTXiXNoYCFuw_6lR_fsOJvrvUs_f1iP2yP78uJ_MSUXtvpWfYPkgWbJxSlHzl4sG7rq-S6hwMNjr6wQ49Qqz1nqEg1EErhtNrWigKKDJDAWSX18lyzxg-pRcKQrSzTeIQIF/s400/P3100023.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313191604311925410" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:130%;">Spencer getting ready for the 100 Meter Run. </span><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_slhSsFsJBUe599teK6_q8HAyFWQZHUmpqbdW7dr6WGaKrhUlRTCHNmAg0xjhyphenhyphen1UX3bts-CaUviHdC-oXDXy1mXVOrtuTmItVWvjZregW0YHeKFe43KI92n5dJhhowPng4dqmPXCEJ3Ms/s1600-h/P3100011.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_slhSsFsJBUe599teK6_q8HAyFWQZHUmpqbdW7dr6WGaKrhUlRTCHNmAg0xjhyphenhyphen1UX3bts-CaUviHdC-oXDXy1mXVOrtuTmItVWvjZregW0YHeKFe43KI92n5dJhhowPng4dqmPXCEJ3Ms/s400/P3100011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313191603428583074" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:130%;">Breanna and Brittany announcing their piano duet. They placed second!</span><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZCCh5tdKA3ahD8xnG74Mbte4t3dBDGj0oHK0VHIU9ZJ9uR_HDWRVxKYhAPxpFu4RQD8pM-3J13oGGVIFe-Rj17gZkw2cFf7ta7two8p-gEb9PnsB-e2bTkEgdw-g4NjO8QO_7IPFReOTA/s1600-h/P3100006.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZCCh5tdKA3ahD8xnG74Mbte4t3dBDGj0oHK0VHIU9ZJ9uR_HDWRVxKYhAPxpFu4RQD8pM-3J13oGGVIFe-Rj17gZkw2cFf7ta7two8p-gEb9PnsB-e2bTkEgdw-g4NjO8QO_7IPFReOTA/s400/P3100006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313191597281552386" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:130%;">Finishing up Chick Fil A in the Atrium.</span><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSFDX0HrfV_ru6ZoldbRGnurQvVqLP4r3H1KlHvc64F17POvZ8ZuONDlt-uQkqhuedVZ_HxKRoGY3xzo4xY0nR78UIXRUG-N7PXTaxH_d_KYuTTbnpRpg-zYtkd4q3ERz6aHvHmD3v-jIv/s1600-h/P3100003.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSFDX0HrfV_ru6ZoldbRGnurQvVqLP4r3H1KlHvc64F17POvZ8ZuONDlt-uQkqhuedVZ_HxKRoGY3xzo4xY0nR78UIXRUG-N7PXTaxH_d_KYuTTbnpRpg-zYtkd4q3ERz6aHvHmD3v-jIv/s400/P3100003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313191595012311314" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:130%;">Spencer competing in Checkers. He did not place in checkers, but did<br />receive a sixth place finish in essay writing. It was a long<br />week but the memories were worth it.<br /></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">posted by Marsha P @</div>Bryan and Marshahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12576965967628575943noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5142301181115380974.post-17775610958587876162009-03-07T19:49:00.002-05:002009-03-07T19:57:59.247-05:00Trenton's 8th Birthday!!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7AudtzjH3bPw8rAedoOTCaLSXnEml-elKLM9U_gHzB8XShbe1chmcuRN3K8Eg5SsGrDwG9TXWmcQFAJWLmHedaJAvaQxInbbx6ALwyY3suKoaGHbNNVarcLXIxbsKZw6FUACifj3fzXAY/s1600-h/P3070019.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7AudtzjH3bPw8rAedoOTCaLSXnEml-elKLM9U_gHzB8XShbe1chmcuRN3K8Eg5SsGrDwG9TXWmcQFAJWLmHedaJAvaQxInbbx6ALwyY3suKoaGHbNNVarcLXIxbsKZw6FUACifj3fzXAY/s400/P3070019.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310614692726907010" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxdRqaa1XnYO28-9eOpaosDaMZzmWfmd8QcCsIJBYQPwx64QFcg9BL15SMKu9g439kzHYr1PKE-aY1pSnycV9IFg-iSDTtE8IeDMvcwGayPnDC-QKL31FOvsK_sJwS4P0IOw1m6GluwTU/s1600-h/P3070021.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxdRqaa1XnYO28-9eOpaosDaMZzmWfmd8QcCsIJBYQPwx64QFcg9BL15SMKu9g439kzHYr1PKE-aY1pSnycV9IFg-iSDTtE8IeDMvcwGayPnDC-QKL31FOvsK_sJwS4P0IOw1m6GluwTU/s400/P3070021.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310614684178074194" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieZkz8Um-QoZ9bMRoXqLTmO6GzQo_s_Tq5cTQRziV0LiO5fiSpKvlG7BSHTkHgND3YkGpExqlHpYi02j8peo8XPTdSp1tPkub1dOqRvrOVqj9L3hTFDVsvB5_yCdRNSQpsxrOUSv6-XW8/s1600-h/P3070017.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieZkz8Um-QoZ9bMRoXqLTmO6GzQo_s_Tq5cTQRziV0LiO5fiSpKvlG7BSHTkHgND3YkGpExqlHpYi02j8peo8XPTdSp1tPkub1dOqRvrOVqj9L3hTFDVsvB5_yCdRNSQpsxrOUSv6-XW8/s400/P3070017.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310614685999239170" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhh3o4gKuKjlQBF4Q1raYmLNuOb9tWRcsnGPXffMRTxujw9LQiJc8ofhYyTtqRQHhWrDcrwJXRNzxXtC2FixQkIYZIOxzpcF2_1G7z_Du7VjAkdT-Cshpe4z6OgBk1OVtTexlEiakdVe7I/s1600-h/P3070013.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhh3o4gKuKjlQBF4Q1raYmLNuOb9tWRcsnGPXffMRTxujw9LQiJc8ofhYyTtqRQHhWrDcrwJXRNzxXtC2FixQkIYZIOxzpcF2_1G7z_Du7VjAkdT-Cshpe4z6OgBk1OVtTexlEiakdVe7I/s400/P3070013.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310614678586581730" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjERt0KBJNOwvrdahziEbn2AfLaShKY0m4hwT9ej6JrN-MyRUDGrSxNvRWCRi3iVfQ5H_42pnQ_WKIxbRuFunG_DFjxZpnxhnRcH7QI7G8SvgpOmHV13sQ7fAh100rWe7xR2w9M6a44KVA/s1600-h/P3070015.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjERt0KBJNOwvrdahziEbn2AfLaShKY0m4hwT9ej6JrN-MyRUDGrSxNvRWCRi3iVfQ5H_42pnQ_WKIxbRuFunG_DFjxZpnxhnRcH7QI7G8SvgpOmHV13sQ7fAh100rWe7xR2w9M6a44KVA/s400/P3070015.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310614667971226658" border="0" /></a><br />Today Trenton celebrated his 8th birthday! He could hardly wait for it to get here, but his big day finally arrived. He got some new tennis shoes that he really wanted and a light sword that he picked out from Walmart. Then he wanted to go to A&W for his meal. Rather than a cake, he wanted a big cookie, so that is what he got.<div class="blogger-post-footer">posted by Marsha P @</div>Bryan and Marshahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12576965967628575943noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5142301181115380974.post-12889727496524840152009-02-21T19:30:00.007-05:002009-02-21T19:56:51.843-05:00Kid's Fest<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2S7c0H1qXfwuByF65fp2lsjEoXWKgD7bzDyzM4J8Agr3ggXshj2kNYO-gwmqArYARr3-YQL1Y9KWIjcICW8yQkJrVSiulgtDcGsgJsjIgD0-dHk5_iRk6em7dmcICl7CVSRZ_jsBGpjE/s1600-h/P2210005.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2S7c0H1qXfwuByF65fp2lsjEoXWKgD7bzDyzM4J8Agr3ggXshj2kNYO-gwmqArYARr3-YQL1Y9KWIjcICW8yQkJrVSiulgtDcGsgJsjIgD0-dHk5_iRk6em7dmcICl7CVSRZ_jsBGpjE/s400/P2210005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305418330355648242" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTEGF4MX8_-Dmi4oUbiWlnYCd0hIlzITBdE_L2vGvRNQCoGfJTn5tWsDGj-KtQqYKaq-U9obvIm04gxye_E8UG6RXO7p9oPLFrkARRvzXAiQNMs5qfSKe-OhcVWV8BeZYjLx5bQ5KZUBk/s1600-h/P2210003.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTEGF4MX8_-Dmi4oUbiWlnYCd0hIlzITBdE_L2vGvRNQCoGfJTn5tWsDGj-KtQqYKaq-U9obvIm04gxye_E8UG6RXO7p9oPLFrkARRvzXAiQNMs5qfSKe-OhcVWV8BeZYjLx5bQ5KZUBk/s400/P2210003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305418324308422354" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3FWalFXZV27cwgRindTLumIpDrLpnCPyU7zak395ufq-eWgwrJ3ZanwGjvRE_8hb3kHBdBbL3iE4M8z76YXTB36hZIypUMivrFptNYTrZ9_hpuLUQw9SZZqeMRjqlXNn904QFtyeYV_w/s1600-h/P2210004.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3FWalFXZV27cwgRindTLumIpDrLpnCPyU7zak395ufq-eWgwrJ3ZanwGjvRE_8hb3kHBdBbL3iE4M8z76YXTB36hZIypUMivrFptNYTrZ9_hpuLUQw9SZZqeMRjqlXNn904QFtyeYV_w/s400/P2210004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305414666716623506" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Kid's Fest was just held at our little local mall.<br />It was a great time to let our community know<br />that we are here, Heritage Christian School.<br />It was a long day, but well worth it.<br /></span></div><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCPD9ieB0SDF1GB6H5rCw0JTRVuyytnRSBU6A8oJNXMDgqKJmBZANGXDDL-X2U2KH8zma5us68T0rJcz7c888andIlrNOxdiyWUdHoigAQT7GRybAK-wvgJg04evfKI4XB9NB2EYIVvUs/s1600-h/P2210008.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCPD9ieB0SDF1GB6H5rCw0JTRVuyytnRSBU6A8oJNXMDgqKJmBZANGXDDL-X2U2KH8zma5us68T0rJcz7c888andIlrNOxdiyWUdHoigAQT7GRybAK-wvgJg04evfKI4XB9NB2EYIVvUs/s400/P2210008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305414656805175250" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer">posted by Marsha P @</div>Bryan and Marshahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12576965967628575943noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5142301181115380974.post-58624860713608876472009-02-08T21:05:00.002-05:002009-02-08T21:16:32.053-05:00Marsha's 40th Birthday Party<span style="font-size:130%;">Here are a few pictures from my wife's 4oth birthday party. It was a fun night and I was able to surprise her, thankfully. </span><span style="font-size:130%;">Close to fifty friends showed up at the church for this exciting night</span>. <span style="font-size:130%;">She thought we were having a young couple's get-together and even helped plan it; little did she know it was for her party. All in all, it was a great night of celebration. </span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmAyD6OJJhG33lhf_8oN6uYh4jGOSKq7R65XcWKR1_3Q66tqq7cvsZJ3ZMFqMPKF8FTnM5q-_Q8D7s50ce2uS7-kYIZkg0pC0gIPmAbTMbur4dt-MTTSa9JO6P2FWQ2De575zTrobP0cs/s1600-h/P1310008.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmAyD6OJJhG33lhf_8oN6uYh4jGOSKq7R65XcWKR1_3Q66tqq7cvsZJ3ZMFqMPKF8FTnM5q-_Q8D7s50ce2uS7-kYIZkg0pC0gIPmAbTMbur4dt-MTTSa9JO6P2FWQ2De575zTrobP0cs/s400/P1310008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300614348524955186" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXiTmYla98CvyLo9gDv2u8lCOyqWDo7F4EA9lJWjUS0tAHw_PPljk-w0Pe6sa1qyqmowYwil4L872EWL5L4fwm4UKh3kDrcGtci_55GNHktuMh3mIFiZf1M54Rb_5ougMfTvrm8Z2mbrs/s1600-h/P2060016.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_XOGDsIE8wCFQX0_7i6QFfaroBNYMh3bsQhQyUYqWxT0vq3XCN03l_4jE0yc33rcbSdCo7H4QNr8R_xJI8j66tus11iu7pFz88xsPEjkjxOFZHrAAA-8_kzSQIAW19qtPm4740Yguuok/s400/P2060030.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300614330943115842" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer">posted by Marsha P @</div>Bryan and Marshahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12576965967628575943noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5142301181115380974.post-80437481372950396722009-01-30T20:42:00.002-05:002009-01-30T20:47:29.191-05:00One Reason God Made Snow<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgemqGqal0zULmoBtaz2dxwYqfTEIWQwNEj3O_RQSYILqB8LYlEhIoAxgiilSoW5jVQiFmeSBnNqhyRkErp6G-7X09oCcXUi1QY6-RbaGCxa371JTeYTA0_XAz0kmHi_0C5K8ks4_NbZYo/s1600-h/P1300067.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBtCMTq5dJ-YjbjLJAx1yeCfdr6ggSWyQbhp8UL8KAziEHeDfJb13gUcD0qjjKSeXChTqrwwwZ-xnkrYZatY1fivln67G9OxbKqss-1tfOi23Sdg4sA3GRUWR7Bcg0CBWfvp-d_rfrODQ/s400/P1300058.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297268440900702482" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer">posted by Marsha P @</div>Bryan and Marshahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12576965967628575943noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5142301181115380974.post-76508411559359058762009-01-24T16:17:00.003-05:002009-01-24T16:30:53.997-05:00Zac's Basketball<span style="font-size:130%;">This is Zac's first year for Basketball which was his birthday present. Today was his first game and it was so exciting to go and watch my son play for the first time. He did a great job for his first game. The team they played, however, was extremely tall for 4th, 5th, and 6th graders. Matter of fact, number 42 in the green, was taller than the coach himself. Needless to say, it did not go well for our team because we could get no rebounds and they could just stand and shoot. So he lost his first game but played well and I am proud of him. So go Zac and this will be the only time I will say, Go Buckeyes! (His team name.) </span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeaW5Q2-uITYrCvqxVJi7iRB4EcytmVQqOwrsueMFBEf3Eb3LDklWsS6iUgPpw5lLlUHiDDEG0CPrFllfq6pOWuf_WcPBtZGzM-Mh_8cbTN2-yR5gKHPD6WGv6CV-_VPSnhCLmjSQdbEY/s1600-h/P1240008.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeaW5Q2-uITYrCvqxVJi7iRB4EcytmVQqOwrsueMFBEf3Eb3LDklWsS6iUgPpw5lLlUHiDDEG0CPrFllfq6pOWuf_WcPBtZGzM-Mh_8cbTN2-yR5gKHPD6WGv6CV-_VPSnhCLmjSQdbEY/s400/P1240008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294973975042425426" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8DFCp67QG-jsc2pWo-crkw23ka7KpXHU3nIlkP0aOkdae1o_Gxt6zd-8rNmLa9a7Q3xBNJwv5K_QzApXIpO9I3R0QAfJjtGaqZuPtC_UJM6YBedMlCsFoGdQQbFWqH28IPP7dk7Rdru0/s1600-h/P1240005.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8DFCp67QG-jsc2pWo-crkw23ka7KpXHU3nIlkP0aOkdae1o_Gxt6zd-8rNmLa9a7Q3xBNJwv5K_QzApXIpO9I3R0QAfJjtGaqZuPtC_UJM6YBedMlCsFoGdQQbFWqH28IPP7dk7Rdru0/s400/P1240005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294973967829063874" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9DpZEuKpGZxjhCbT3zC8_rKQKCN7OP7JSLWezpmFGFW1Q65V4cOd0kx91wpTRaJ6h7ugDDuYDkq7nwgkSOz7g9mChtJSVWaiWhaIxlktJEPRZziCFcu_qzp4jkQW3fkROQ0GpkRk2e9c/s1600-h/P1130011.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9DpZEuKpGZxjhCbT3zC8_rKQKCN7OP7JSLWezpmFGFW1Q65V4cOd0kx91wpTRaJ6h7ugDDuYDkq7nwgkSOz7g9mChtJSVWaiWhaIxlktJEPRZziCFcu_qzp4jkQW3fkROQ0GpkRk2e9c/s400/P1130011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294973966682529954" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgr6IbDgWxTY-LqzSmFUtZOCy_UB1nstJm_epQXKFaFa0eMkc1mlFx0O2Lcc7wEKXER2INSRiTdQorNgucCOYwgs1JsIFB_fK5_5qORe8w59Uvu6_86DW0Y9AGThlzmhg-UyNTyHP-3qRI/s1600-h/P1130009.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgr6IbDgWxTY-LqzSmFUtZOCy_UB1nstJm_epQXKFaFa0eMkc1mlFx0O2Lcc7wEKXER2INSRiTdQorNgucCOYwgs1JsIFB_fK5_5qORe8w59Uvu6_86DW0Y9AGThlzmhg-UyNTyHP-3qRI/s400/P1130009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294973959571621250" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer">posted by Marsha P @</div>Bryan and Marshahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12576965967628575943noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5142301181115380974.post-69732339710798196532009-01-11T21:46:00.002-05:002009-01-11T22:12:01.349-05:00Damascus Road Trio First Concert<div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">This past November when I was laid off from work, I was somewhat forced into looking for additional work. I placed resumes in various places and searched for a job. While doing so, I asked my wife if she minded if I checked Singing News to see if there were any openings for singing part time. There were several and so I began to check them out. One of the first groups that I called was Damascus Road Trio. They were needing another singer and I called Eric and we had a great conversation on the phone. This turned into a tryout and the rest is history. Today was my first mini-concert with them and it was a joy. God has now given me my two greatest desires in one year after both were taken away, working in a Christian School and singing part-time just enough to scratch the itch. Thank you Lord for your goodness and kindness to me, it is so undeserved. Here are the guys, Dan, the little Mexican, Eric, the beaming baldy, and myself, scruffy! We are not great but we enjoy singing and ministering, hopefully I can do both for them. </span></div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLUS_I7z6OsyIC7P2flnRS6MfsPQpLVa9kqdNc4Prk0B3ig0qe14O8acf_Msu3KZuKP5MsuxZ0AicUN5fvuXfKT6S6E8-zN2BL0ECVBXGboKJRpW7dib9QkVm3XcUDHHUuzVsfWVv0Qqg/s1600-h/P1110037.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290233742898928306" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLUS_I7z6OsyIC7P2flnRS6MfsPQpLVa9kqdNc4Prk0B3ig0qe14O8acf_Msu3KZuKP5MsuxZ0AicUN5fvuXfKT6S6E8-zN2BL0ECVBXGboKJRpW7dib9QkVm3XcUDHHUuzVsfWVv0Qqg/s400/P1110037.JPG" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-hocSAO5VZ7Pi5pCRfIf1c4K5g12ieeyTJz5BoEzdd5gK5FBnyTcy-DLPS_9eSgq-A0beH6OJzoX545ilhHArOVdoR8Rm229iDeONNoBStlhkR57tiQuPiEa9mbsv7sTL1kRfR4jZTds/s1600-h/P1110036.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290233740805542034" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-hocSAO5VZ7Pi5pCRfIf1c4K5g12ieeyTJz5BoEzdd5gK5FBnyTcy-DLPS_9eSgq-A0beH6OJzoX545ilhHArOVdoR8Rm229iDeONNoBStlhkR57tiQuPiEa9mbsv7sTL1kRfR4jZTds/s400/P1110036.JPG" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiFS2DZHLkE9CoO5dMqWK7P1OWZbkCjEgkVY9S49XKGKofv0T5bkxUTbshhnR5c3XQczKaqCjixuinEcMz8SNIHyEZtbjzcHiSLNGnR2MD6ue_R4H6_vU8OPgeIojtQIUQzK61Rwv1IUo/s1600-h/P1110009.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290233732173376114" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiFS2DZHLkE9CoO5dMqWK7P1OWZbkCjEgkVY9S49XKGKofv0T5bkxUTbshhnR5c3XQczKaqCjixuinEcMz8SNIHyEZtbjzcHiSLNGnR2MD6ue_R4H6_vU8OPgeIojtQIUQzK61Rwv1IUo/s400/P1110009.JPG" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer">posted by Marsha P @</div>Bryan and Marshahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12576965967628575943noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5142301181115380974.post-3596671059109689082009-01-10T20:12:00.005-05:002009-01-11T21:44:55.417-05:00More Christmas Pictures from Kentucky<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEik8O-JWiPvRexam8ajR1ZanJGjP2wQDWT-Gei5uIwo7OVZ4PplcXaSHFPoHYEPwHr1DgjyV843lfViI9FG01hDevxx5P15oNbTyoEpO1dPLDPYJfQ4CMPs7Jo97cnnwhYAM3Pl-uaWqyc/s1600-h/P1020014.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289840045817460194" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbwJB4rrBYXJsHwFAmmxz5SmBG_oOI8mUNDYmpECjffUcpBWckV_gUkfFkLinMM6bkhd4i3p4p4dopz61DCyz4Uyg9xLIVSgLaZJ9lBf78b43ImThn96ZAeymMKt6S5rKDzfTW0g5Zb48/s400/P1020006.JPG" /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhp85xa6j-nKgnyOB5YI1Omfl_0W1i0TKSFyk2_uOwchfQ90STlg3I1Wpy3LG0-vGhX8GXay0I8QBb02hgXFbvI4lFW9wm1l_AKxsa8q9LjsyzfbvO9M_D9lVEaL8csAVjLj9nzhNc9s9Q/s1600-h/P1020017.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289840039773178050" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhp85xa6j-nKgnyOB5YI1Omfl_0W1i0TKSFyk2_uOwchfQ90STlg3I1Wpy3LG0-vGhX8GXay0I8QBb02hgXFbvI4lFW9wm1l_AKxsa8q9LjsyzfbvO9M_D9lVEaL8csAVjLj9nzhNc9s9Q/s400/P1020017.JPG" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEii9Qb37PcfZOlNm6BYnPeO8jVCkG2oqlDF97hLO9IZUbjeuDr2lsr0qkeEMpav4Eqvz5dnpVnXLeshNu2bQ9I_Gzh5imFOlpZqep5HB86w5eepRBldQ8dmgmEX8FwfIJT-te8SysmXOgU/s1600-h/P1020010.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289840031244630802" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEii9Qb37PcfZOlNm6BYnPeO8jVCkG2oqlDF97hLO9IZUbjeuDr2lsr0qkeEMpav4Eqvz5dnpVnXLeshNu2bQ9I_Gzh5imFOlpZqep5HB86w5eepRBldQ8dmgmEX8FwfIJT-te8SysmXOgU/s400/P1020010.JPG" /></a></div><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289838632418422722" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiy1wAda8RYTf5hubO8Ss17NMLzeYXm03C31fWjBfXeb9yXTkMVy0tB33GyDjDglasJOLsCln-BXc9UDr4kUHKYSJSHxLgkJ6gZQS-_y0lYMNxpGe8mlTsPNxMnZBhy4SsayK_IzJ9qWhE/s400/P1020008.JPG" /></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">posted by Marsha P @</div>Bryan and Marshahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12576965967628575943noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5142301181115380974.post-39476292939936066832009-01-02T09:52:00.004-05:002009-01-10T20:11:49.382-05:00Stair Case Evesdropping on New Year's Morning!!<div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigq58p_dHdvemHfR4t62jfBB0YM1a8NA0ZmiZ86SCDdWZEv3qFapzn9ABzB5MgqrluYfFj0rIGgitk9oshKN5URsfZLMfm0al0kyRS49spTLxwsjuoOW171g3QeGXRnautCgDDsONu84Y/s1600-h/P1010003.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289835701667754642" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigq58p_dHdvemHfR4t62jfBB0YM1a8NA0ZmiZ86SCDdWZEv3qFapzn9ABzB5MgqrluYfFj0rIGgitk9oshKN5URsfZLMfm0al0kyRS49spTLxwsjuoOW171g3QeGXRnautCgDDsONu84Y/s400/P1010003.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_BLHhUjupyiV3E-YNYibz4Ea4VDYPdQ_Nc1lwAtx7AfX8juvh4pfDLsBx4XIW5Q535iPLhAs5ACy3FL0RKC5K-8Skn5quV3JZWfUn3oQJqPumlHZNhrjYqrShMgerKARlKap2Nu30Rpg/s1600-h/P1010002.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289835699327389474" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_BLHhUjupyiV3E-YNYibz4Ea4VDYPdQ_Nc1lwAtx7AfX8juvh4pfDLsBx4XIW5Q535iPLhAs5ACy3FL0RKC5K-8Skn5quV3JZWfUn3oQJqPumlHZNhrjYqrShMgerKARlKap2Nu30Rpg/s400/P1010002.JPG" /></a><br /><div>Let me begin by saying Happy New Year! It is great to be part of another year!<br /><br />New Year's Eve was a wonderful evening of fun and excitement at our church, Heritage Bible Church. It started out with a carry-in meal that started around 7:00. After the meal, the children ran around with their balls and guns and had a great time. The young people gathered at one end of the gym and played basketball. And the young couples and adults sat at the tables and played games. This went on til about 11:00. At which time, we went over to the church and had a Watch Night service to bring in the new year. This concluded with the families assembling together and praying to thank God for His faithfulness in '08 and His blessings on '09.<br /><br />When this service was completed shortly after 12:00, some of the older people went home while the younger ones went to the gym to continue with Volleyball, Basketball, and table games. It was around 3:30 that I had had enough and was ready to go home. Marsha said she would stay with the young people and I would take Trenton and Brooklynn home to bed.<br /></div><div>Trenton did not want to go home! He wanted to stay and play with his friends and Zac. When he realized he had no choice in this decision, which he seldom does, the tears of frustration and exhaustion began to fall down his tired cheeks. I took him home and asked him if he wanted to sleep with me, this was a big NO. So I asked him where he wanted to sleep; he chose the playroom on the floor and a pile of blankets. I said fine, somewhat tucked him in, and walked out.<br />As I got downstairs, I could him hear him crying quite loudly about his dilemma so I thought I had better go back up and check on him. I went about three-fourths of the way up the stairs and decided to sit there out of view and listen for a moment before I went in. He was weeping through pure exhaustion and anger out of not being at the gym. Here is what I heard: "I want Zachy. I want my brother!" Then he would cry some more. "I want Mommy!" Now this was never very loud, but I could hear from my hiding place on the stairs. "I want Pop-pop!" I thought that was an interesting one. And this continued on through his tears.<br /><br />Suddenly his tone changed and this concerned me a little. "I hate Zachy! I hate everybody!" Now I know he was angry over his predicament and I know he was very tired, but I still did not like to hear those words. I debated about going in and addressing this new statement, but decided to wait it out some more and hear what else he might have to say.<br /><br />Finally, after some more statements about who he wanted and muttering to himself, it became quiet. I thought he was about to go to sleep and I was about to leave, when he began to talk again. This time I was quite surprised as to what he said through his tears, "Jesus, I want to go Heaven!" and then a second time, "Jesus, I want to go Heaven!" There I sat, hiding on the steps on New Year's Morning around 4:00, listening to my 7 year old son pray to Jesus that he wanted to go to Heaven. I am glad I did not walk in for it was worth every moment of sitting there. I almost cried myself. I am not sure where this suddenly came from, but was glad that I was still hiding on the steps. So for me, New Year's has already been wonderful and I am expecting a great year to continue!</div><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289835706284610530" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_gmajHcExMDTIqpwBV6en5h2v4jfly36Uzo7FiDNl9emkzknzMF_4I8N06TVvssiSEG8cbHBaumwDcAtQMOpVEx2JyLhmO7rdm2EhIe7oEp3ELGE7asZ2PBk7mMTK5ypIrOOdfMfKBuI/s400/P1010004.JPG" /></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">posted by Marsha P @</div>Bryan and Marshahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12576965967628575943noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5142301181115380974.post-84411733961735131482008-12-24T20:36:00.001-05:002008-12-24T20:40:49.207-05:00Various Pictures of Church Christmas Programs<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgniuLME5ncQkcUN_TJSpI7kqWTaQzN_IuhBLuax1kPP80ghY5Q1gdfNfRsaoMDbdWg9SrViOZdImpjE1vmBie0gs6zzEVlHWaPysI0REiXlRc1jGu-spDvMtWMWb42xOJIM9gDvD44GiM/s1600-h/PC180022.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgniuLME5ncQkcUN_TJSpI7kqWTaQzN_IuhBLuax1kPP80ghY5Q1gdfNfRsaoMDbdWg9SrViOZdImpjE1vmBie0gs6zzEVlHWaPysI0REiXlRc1jGu-spDvMtWMWb42xOJIM9gDvD44GiM/s400/PC180022.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283536448284685378" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUhCUhvJ9p2kb1EB3MSM1wW06LSXDmrfRw8-mjAsPq9GzfBBAMViEAWBbD8vExxtEbXmqFdYWpuv1upOuVdaETkU5jEX2kOa5YPFgm5FRO3_622kO6-yYdlo5YMDrF11Tt6y4ziEmVpac/s1600-h/PC140006.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUhCUhvJ9p2kb1EB3MSM1wW06LSXDmrfRw8-mjAsPq9GzfBBAMViEAWBbD8vExxtEbXmqFdYWpuv1upOuVdaETkU5jEX2kOa5YPFgm5FRO3_622kO6-yYdlo5YMDrF11Tt6y4ziEmVpac/s400/PC140006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283536447982758242" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjURbtJv7v1huyE6hG5tbRlFloH415Ed6M0610yVQbbsyTBFhhBkqSxb2JeZ54f-0GFfuD-rUH6y0p_KfWs4oV3aq-RdIIMtWE90kcjtitIbF3f1sD3Uwk8_E5RG8AfWNY2aDAlOLZsyoA/s1600-h/PC140002.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjURbtJv7v1huyE6hG5tbRlFloH415Ed6M0610yVQbbsyTBFhhBkqSxb2JeZ54f-0GFfuD-rUH6y0p_KfWs4oV3aq-RdIIMtWE90kcjtitIbF3f1sD3Uwk8_E5RG8AfWNY2aDAlOLZsyoA/s400/PC140002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283536435452567714" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer">posted by Marsha P @</div>Bryan and Marshahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12576965967628575943noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5142301181115380974.post-63955662022032667362008-12-11T20:12:00.002-05:002008-12-11T20:24:33.439-05:00A Lovely Winter Night<span style="font-size:130%;">All is quiet here! Wonderful. What a great night to do<br />something exciting. Nah! I think I will sit here<br /> and look at the tree and enjoy the warming fire. <br />Yes, I think I will! </span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYFoQwxgdEWgQ77S0VqyW_OvFCE_hmhgZWS5yY8vFmZYBPIHt22H03WQc2PUKv8RMJbp7pY9AvjlriXdiyqfxS4fq8M3ijEhehZM7XEYy-pdJYpW_DzWHoctSd4Yju8Gl-2iXrWwn2ceE/s1600-h/PC110041.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYFoQwxgdEWgQ77S0VqyW_OvFCE_hmhgZWS5yY8vFmZYBPIHt22H03WQc2PUKv8RMJbp7pY9AvjlriXdiyqfxS4fq8M3ijEhehZM7XEYy-pdJYpW_DzWHoctSd4Yju8Gl-2iXrWwn2ceE/s400/PC110041.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278706673611947794" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3gYl_IH3KK8Wjlf2cs80pyJtNGwi5TqNnqracSbXuVvCm_Wl2umr6jrVEnvb_u7i-JK5iGo-sHqGdmL98aTjIF_7Vjw4352uNO_WMnxeM23z9mMwWHr5m96aOti-5wZQwcbI2cT4qsQ4/s1600-h/PC110042.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3gYl_IH3KK8Wjlf2cs80pyJtNGwi5TqNnqracSbXuVvCm_Wl2umr6jrVEnvb_u7i-JK5iGo-sHqGdmL98aTjIF_7Vjw4352uNO_WMnxeM23z9mMwWHr5m96aOti-5wZQwcbI2cT4qsQ4/s400/PC110042.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278706677712014930" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Yep, the decision is final!</span><div class="blogger-post-footer">posted by Marsha P @</div>Bryan and Marshahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12576965967628575943noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5142301181115380974.post-27379988585208418492008-12-01T19:01:00.003-05:002008-12-01T19:20:53.849-05:00Time for Thanksgiving!!!!<span style="font-size:130%;">What a great time of year! Thanksgiving!! So much<br />to be thankful for, Count them all! We started by having<br />a Thanksgiving meal at school. Boy was it good!<br />The kids had a great time.<br /></span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdjqGxo_lYJGAqv1yIDGIQC9cSUSHvmmOgUuR8RzK9uECwyEu_AJwE-zMJMn49_BKfHUxfQK-V0dks84bvQrZoa17JCxllc2KzUXJDEGLvsjU_CPy8UWlE6Et2osJ6KKjAl4lSBNxfjRY/s1600-h/PB210003.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdjqGxo_lYJGAqv1yIDGIQC9cSUSHvmmOgUuR8RzK9uECwyEu_AJwE-zMJMn49_BKfHUxfQK-V0dks84bvQrZoa17JCxllc2KzUXJDEGLvsjU_CPy8UWlE6Et2osJ6KKjAl4lSBNxfjRY/s400/PB210003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274979014884965042" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitd0vt6mNsOlkEBaQ6hNVt_grLYSnOZixG0lfUttBFbdURVtUB8HZKtv1vrQ0M9m4qOGyQNdZIuOviyIq96uXhVg6-ubiRKpVyMmPGDClLa62FCD183VJsZ60Q9SbWe4wU_PlKK_K0Ufc/s1600-h/PB210001.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitd0vt6mNsOlkEBaQ6hNVt_grLYSnOZixG0lfUttBFbdURVtUB8HZKtv1vrQ0M9m4qOGyQNdZIuOviyIq96uXhVg6-ubiRKpVyMmPGDClLa62FCD183VJsZ60Q9SbWe4wU_PlKK_K0Ufc/s400/PB210001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274979006939830834" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Some of my little Indians!<br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhA3JPas5Iq90j_IfphdUyqs5AY2fC-sv92dtQYkJcv_f2ksbksbNiXRmjKssARYXo0HopjEpvcUtIF3MpOOC1oiXfRt3dOwb23ZQMdcfZ6DQ-AYZ68vENAP83Cl7rHne_KXGeCkWPWu7g/s1600-h/PB210005.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhA3JPas5Iq90j_IfphdUyqs5AY2fC-sv92dtQYkJcv_f2ksbksbNiXRmjKssARYXo0HopjEpvcUtIF3MpOOC1oiXfRt3dOwb23ZQMdcfZ6DQ-AYZ68vENAP83Cl7rHne_KXGeCkWPWu7g/s400/PB210005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274979003177830882" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Finishing up a great meal!</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjY1rx7bTkNWuWUyr9DjsU_Qd1NXsl57DRn351t4ryUKUwF8emczvRujpPyKT0ZCEmfkXAxEUFTBUdwlzvH0eYusKhJb0Tvhw9kwdTbZGG_nXbjNI6sWh0LnDORtCZXXn0fx6pyvZz0-qQ/s1600-h/PB210006.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjY1rx7bTkNWuWUyr9DjsU_Qd1NXsl57DRn351t4ryUKUwF8emczvRujpPyKT0ZCEmfkXAxEUFTBUdwlzvH0eYusKhJb0Tvhw9kwdTbZGG_nXbjNI6sWh0LnDORtCZXXn0fx6pyvZz0-qQ/s400/PB210006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274978998162192834" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Then at our home, we had our own little Thanksgiving<br />meal. My wife did a fantastic job preparing this turkey<br />for all of us.<br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjprmI5MJZ35Ia6FibHPExe0SxTY-RqUDFJ7WYK9VdEDIfYAAAJ20R24W4O3xzXkWbjBPMuFZZPMIQyITeMOVmbmxYCkdzLIp9KqMApv_Z212JCJoIVBOywb4XeLfGzdW0eCQK5B6i63aA/s1600-h/PB270009.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjprmI5MJZ35Ia6FibHPExe0SxTY-RqUDFJ7WYK9VdEDIfYAAAJ20R24W4O3xzXkWbjBPMuFZZPMIQyITeMOVmbmxYCkdzLIp9KqMApv_Z212JCJoIVBOywb4XeLfGzdW0eCQK5B6i63aA/s400/PB270009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274978068159125298" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOZEGZCKryxPoxyniEcaN9efjJytnNSD-Scd3FHeKfTANcUnbYB24ghnzzCfB8uaytzYgrwJ50v24kU3G7ivLj_ZOfLvtrWzC1E3VHWO_W7esplGDc1iWn4ykQOhB2mUFVCNjU-QLfnGk/s1600-h/PB270011.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOZEGZCKryxPoxyniEcaN9efjJytnNSD-Scd3FHeKfTANcUnbYB24ghnzzCfB8uaytzYgrwJ50v24kU3G7ivLj_ZOfLvtrWzC1E3VHWO_W7esplGDc1iWn4ykQOhB2mUFVCNjU-QLfnGk/s400/PB270011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274978058114496946" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Preparing to eat!<br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbrKfnOMJS6t-H2vg-el29f-LB_7gaHfH8B6QM-MXgE13MngZy8z9yXY2IT5M38gHdJRY8jMZ8BmiybDrltnLYfXHYXZpLPstNZjRgUbuyHVsDVrB5-4vLHADXPkSCMnUJhPWq4LzP9r8/s1600-h/PB270017.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbrKfnOMJS6t-H2vg-el29f-LB_7gaHfH8B6QM-MXgE13MngZy8z9yXY2IT5M38gHdJRY8jMZ8BmiybDrltnLYfXHYXZpLPstNZjRgUbuyHVsDVrB5-4vLHADXPkSCMnUJhPWq4LzP9r8/s400/PB270017.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274978050587257714" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">We had a slight smoke problem after spilling some of<br />the turkey juice in the oven, oops!<br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhm0F50ESn8g8H6aChtUZFXRfLxmrj3oaOHxZlxHlWFgVY-9RUGJ49MrtCrcCl3eLRSotksCF6nw2sSjQu6qnMH_Da2-8T5DPVjPg4tdrelHDnotMQsDa-kH3_1HB9R9LUPGH3ICl4dzVc/s1600-h/PB270012.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhm0F50ESn8g8H6aChtUZFXRfLxmrj3oaOHxZlxHlWFgVY-9RUGJ49MrtCrcCl3eLRSotksCF6nw2sSjQu6qnMH_Da2-8T5DPVjPg4tdrelHDnotMQsDa-kH3_1HB9R9LUPGH3ICl4dzVc/s400/PB270012.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274978045703349554" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">One of the twins preparing the table, one of them,<br />you pick which one.<br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjctDVEAjwCsSp6UFZ4HPSM6t8cN-J_J9YnKEDO9OL3FoAiQbpehLzRNRlFyxZ6YXMoivWbOwv8EJqzYumbaIB_MpMWSN3Fdr51sDO9-lL_hTMO8OSPlCU4i_MaH1oDKfSmKx-PPaA6mVk/s1600-h/PB270024.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjctDVEAjwCsSp6UFZ4HPSM6t8cN-J_J9YnKEDO9OL3FoAiQbpehLzRNRlFyxZ6YXMoivWbOwv8EJqzYumbaIB_MpMWSN3Fdr51sDO9-lL_hTMO8OSPlCU4i_MaH1oDKfSmKx-PPaA6mVk/s400/PB270024.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274978036197604674" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Even Copper was allowed some leftovers on<br />Thanksgiving day!<br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer">posted by Marsha P @</div>Bryan and Marshahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12576965967628575943noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5142301181115380974.post-34452618444902821252008-11-24T21:20:00.009-05:002008-11-24T22:04:35.683-05:00Pictures from Cancun<span style="font-size:130%;">Ok, so it took a little bit of time to get these on, but here they are! A sampling of our pictures of our vacation to Cancun, Mexico. What a tremendous time we had! Totally relaxing! Totally satisfying! Just us, my wife and I! Awesomeness!! </span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7JzUVfGZxviZklMlmAjrpjjLdVkK65E3bNz_8OR3ho1rSLuDAkuU3QlHI7vy1I0cX6xEb1TyHRadb0c26qx3bDmMXiXjHVLmVQajUJYBHswbCvVEoz97j1dFCRJEfjqV-XXUxBJBOeOY/s1600-h/PB100012.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7JzUVfGZxviZklMlmAjrpjjLdVkK65E3bNz_8OR3ho1rSLuDAkuU3QlHI7vy1I0cX6xEb1TyHRadb0c26qx3bDmMXiXjHVLmVQajUJYBHswbCvVEoz97j1dFCRJEfjqV-XXUxBJBOeOY/s400/PB100012.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272420179975351090" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Sitting at the airport about 5:00 A.M. Monday morning.</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhmDzWZZGAn_-N7aqKkbqOSl0e_VShleAvyggI5NmCXv_gqmEcu0ADnqe7ZSuWjAwO6WLkwYVLJgcWnFr-0DPlnOvSpGtIcBi8IcNxP7z87RCQ_bNZjYTLEAvIORWxNicZy4I1mWAM-D0/s1600-h/PB100014.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhmDzWZZGAn_-N7aqKkbqOSl0e_VShleAvyggI5NmCXv_gqmEcu0ADnqe7ZSuWjAwO6WLkwYVLJgcWnFr-0DPlnOvSpGtIcBi8IcNxP7z87RCQ_bNZjYTLEAvIORWxNicZy4I1mWAM-D0/s400/PB100014.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272420185303194610" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Sun coming up as we approach Houston, TX.<br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizcpunXUzq5HjCMRaGZZ74bW2rhkmpADm-0OOa76MGzGSBvMJ-16jC8VBQ47P8N95bRzMWrSbzOj9yYQMndhbOlKSSoKbvpodPl49nUvfot_SRKc_70HVIsPjvzlP2YRvDPqnvzsedIag/s1600-h/PB100016.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizcpunXUzq5HjCMRaGZZ74bW2rhkmpADm-0OOa76MGzGSBvMJ-16jC8VBQ47P8N95bRzMWrSbzOj9yYQMndhbOlKSSoKbvpodPl49nUvfot_SRKc_70HVIsPjvzlP2YRvDPqnvzsedIag/s400/PB100016.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272420192319759154" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Descending into Cancun, Mexico.</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGLI5a-nUJTAs2DPehekNoQ4mPTS_Iw2AFujPlC5Hks_iz3WU9bciCYusZ4ccc5t5fv1QRe4Tpim-OucSNIsfsyCTBFSugyE77KWj1d2KhLWyYUAPuUqTRfqW2E3s2wLvzwY15C-yRJao/s1600-h/PB100022.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGLI5a-nUJTAs2DPehekNoQ4mPTS_Iw2AFujPlC5Hks_iz3WU9bciCYusZ4ccc5t5fv1QRe4Tpim-OucSNIsfsyCTBFSugyE77KWj1d2KhLWyYUAPuUqTRfqW2E3s2wLvzwY15C-yRJao/s400/PB100022.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272420204313656210" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Our Room</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgl9cVVQooGzXS6iwA6jYuU2tw4bT-fgETqeOq__Fsb_I_blwx7-bNvhaStbYNVZZQiQUfRS1dfrdMMe_pNIOtXFpkvu89WYufno-2HCOX7DEnJjt3DcGqmwGRU1dBmv0052xl47LFStsk/s1600-h/PB100021.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; 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Worth the whole trip. We had such an<br />enjoyable time here shopping and bartering for<br />our wares. So much fun! I would go back just for<br />this part of the trip.<br /></span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2Vh3V0fd6fJGzT66u4XdSB9k6gg-QOBkPpdWCHiDbPBytiwYFtSjryj-UpXVZyqnmrAx6n7eYvPQ4rmYhhslyi4Jt7CY2Ig9sMPrKQI6cFn4seXM4noH4T-3zi-LTtXHvy77J7FZmNUc/s1600-h/PB110007.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2Vh3V0fd6fJGzT66u4XdSB9k6gg-QOBkPpdWCHiDbPBytiwYFtSjryj-UpXVZyqnmrAx6n7eYvPQ4rmYhhslyi4Jt7CY2Ig9sMPrKQI6cFn4seXM4noH4T-3zi-LTtXHvy77J7FZmNUc/s400/PB110007.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272419351592241634" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8K7pim3XWzs8VsaYSaIhqrcCrEsrLAWmqwCNX54fni7Yb9keMGVHuUG0tVJj-2F-GhL9A_GvQjavXYOgQc-ww85GG1Cm6dWz3wYKNOMAYesXpl6_iDMi0pbCBM-5hByg3OlLCzHz-yQM/s1600-h/PB120061.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; 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Do you remember the post about dangling toes in the bathtub or dipping them in the blue water of Cancun? Well so many people thought that we should go to Cancun, so guess what, we are on our way!!! YES! Thank you so much for voting in our unscientific vote, without you, this would still be possible. More to come later.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer">posted by Marsha P @</div>Bryan and Marshahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12576965967628575943noreply@blogger.com2