<?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-867938229238769138</id><updated>2012-02-06T11:37:06.844-08:00</updated><category term='loss'/><category term='Yoga'/><category term='love'/><category term='Wii Fit'/><category term='friends'/><category term='death'/><title type='text'>Talie Tale's</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talietales.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/867938229238769138/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talietales.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Natalie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pamDT0Q-_M0/TzAr1r6Yn5I/AAAAAAAAAeo/cdStk7HAyPo/s220/2012-01-26_15-17-28_453.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>33</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-867938229238769138.post-4096069194360426384</id><published>2012-01-15T22:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T12:02:46.945-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Has it been THAT long?!?!?!?</title><content type='html'>WOW,  I have been so busy this past year that I have NOT blogged at all! Well, all that is going to change :) I'm Back!!  I have many many things to talk about so stay tuned!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First of all, Tristan graduated Salutatorian from ITT, and he will be starting UAB soon.  He would have graduated Valedictorian, but he had to travel most of one semester for work, and in the processed miss a lot of class.  He didn't even get to go to his graduation!  This was due to Strep Throat :( Poor thing! We are still very very proud of him!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also, I WAS pregnant.  I say "was" because we lost the baby.  We were not trying to get pregnant, yet it was still a very difficult trial to go through; but God is an ever present help in times of hormone dysfunction!  Can I get an amen?  Anyone who has been through such a hard experience knows what I am talking about - hormones are Crayyyyzeeee!  I had surgery and have recovered...almost!  I will return to the doctor on Tuesday to get a good report, in JESUS name.   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lorin has lost her two front teeth...she really did sing all I want for Christmas in my two front teeth! haha.  She is also 5 years old now, and is as tall as a 7 year old!  Yes, buying clothes for her is a challenge, to say the least!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am also proud to announce that we began the home-school journey this year, and all is going well!  Even though she is just in kindergarten, Lorin is on a 1st grade level.  She has started to read, she is great in math (addition and subtraction), and she loves to write ALL the time.  She even writes my grocery list out for me now!  (I spell the words for her, of course; she isn't Doogie Houser!) I think she is mostly proud that she can count to over 100! lol  I am in no way saying that every day is easy.  Some days, it is a challenge to get her into school mode.  I have even started dressing up in crazy outfits while we "play" school.  Maybe one day I will post a picture. haha.    Well, speaking of pictures, I am going to post a few just to catch you up on what has been going on in "the HOOD" .  LOVE YA!!!!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/867938229238769138-4096069194360426384?l=talietales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talietales.blogspot.com/feeds/4096069194360426384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=867938229238769138&amp;postID=4096069194360426384' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/867938229238769138/posts/default/4096069194360426384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/867938229238769138/posts/default/4096069194360426384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talietales.blogspot.com/2012/01/has-it-been-that-long.html' title='Has it been THAT long?!?!?!?'/><author><name>Natalie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pamDT0Q-_M0/TzAr1r6Yn5I/AAAAAAAAAeo/cdStk7HAyPo/s220/2012-01-26_15-17-28_453.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-867938229238769138.post-8499616721892686953</id><published>2010-02-11T19:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T19:34:12.505-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Homophones</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8wQVRGcWmko/S3TKp1At9XI/AAAAAAAAAW8/p0ErAX6np0A/s1600-h/Paws-Homophone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 232px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8wQVRGcWmko/S3TKp1At9XI/AAAAAAAAAW8/p0ErAX6np0A/s320/Paws-Homophone.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437193470096569714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;                                                             "Spell-check Fail"&lt;br /&gt;                                                            By Natalie Hood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;      Every knight, when I was a child, I wood prey for my night in shinning armor.  I wood remember all of the stories I'd bin tolled and would wonder if my prints wood come.   I thought that if I were at suite as Cinderella, my own fairy tail wood come true.  I new in my hart that I wood weight as long as it took, and in the meantime I would be as good as gold.  I even ate all of my pees in order to grow up and bee a beautiful girl.   As I grew older, I steel dreamed of a night on hoarse back writing along the beech on his way to save me from my toll and trouble.  Thyme and thyme again, I would be vary much disappointed. Every time I thought I had found my night, he would be throne off his hoarse. I begin thinking that I may have to kiss a towed in order for my dream to come true! &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;  Of coarse, I never wood meat this hero.  There wood never be a man alive in the hole world who could, single-handedly, meat all of my kneads.  Every story Hollywood had soiled me had just been one wail of a tail after another! The years past, and  I finally did fined a wonderful man who walked me down the isle.  He may not bye me flours.  He isn't a night or even a kernel, but he isn't a cereal killer either, and for this I am thankful&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Though this tail may not make cents, it steal has too morals, and those morals are this; the English language is crazy, and give your man a brake!  Whew, do you realize how difficult this was to right?  It really took patients!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;alternate titles "The Homophone", "Debunking Hooked on Phonics" , "Spell-check Fell" and "I've Got Too Much Time on my Hands"&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/867938229238769138-8499616721892686953?l=talietales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talietales.blogspot.com/feeds/8499616721892686953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=867938229238769138&amp;postID=8499616721892686953' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/867938229238769138/posts/default/8499616721892686953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/867938229238769138/posts/default/8499616721892686953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talietales.blogspot.com/2010/02/homophones.html' title='Homophones'/><author><name>Natalie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pamDT0Q-_M0/TzAr1r6Yn5I/AAAAAAAAAeo/cdStk7HAyPo/s220/2012-01-26_15-17-28_453.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8wQVRGcWmko/S3TKp1At9XI/AAAAAAAAAW8/p0ErAX6np0A/s72-c/Paws-Homophone.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-867938229238769138.post-2362385110446466606</id><published>2009-05-03T12:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T16:11:38.021-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lorin's 3rd Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY BABY GIRL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8wQVRGcWmko/Sf9zPF_ccaI/AAAAAAAAAV0/SwxN6KmB5QI/s1600-h/IMG_6306.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8wQVRGcWmko/Sf9zPF_ccaI/AAAAAAAAAV0/SwxN6KmB5QI/s320/IMG_6306.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332107186973471138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8wQVRGcWmko/Sf90HdnzMxI/AAAAAAAAAWU/8-yrwkMXYb4/s1600-h/IMG_6264.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 249px; height: 166px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8wQVRGcWmko/Sf90HdnzMxI/AAAAAAAAAWU/8-yrwkMXYb4/s320/IMG_6264.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332108155389424402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, another year has come and gone.  I'm having a hard time believing that Lorin is already 3!  This year, since I am teaching, our annual beach birthday weekend is postponed until after graduation.  Instea&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8wQVRGcWmko/Sf9zruQi4xI/AAAAAAAAAWE/7e_0bLyjbxw/s1600-h/IMG_6245.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8wQVRGcWmko/Sf9zruQi4xI/AAAAAAAAAWE/7e_0bLyjbxw/s320/IMG_6245.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332107678818951954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;d, I asked Lorin what kind of birthday party she wanted and she said, "I want a dress-up princess tea party!"  When I asked what she wanted on her cake she said, "Candles and flowlers (Flowers)".  So, we made invitations for all the girls in her Sunday School class, then went to Edgars and so she could pick out her cake.  I wish everyone could have been there to see these 4 four little girls having a blast; I had a great time just watching them!  Oh, to be a kid again.  I would have dressed up if I had a princess outfit..but I guess at my age, it would have been more like a  big, old fairy godmother!!! lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Party day arrived and it was pouring down rain!!  This really presented a problem since her birthday present from Mommy, Daddy, Nana and Papaw was a big slide/swing set outside.  Lorin and I prayed that Jesus would stop the rain for her party, but it just started raining even more!!  I looked at the national weather services hourly forecast, and it said 60%-80% chance of rain every hour of the day.  Oh, no.  Lorin and I prayed again and looked out the window and it had slowed down.  We went downstairs and by the time we got outside it had totally stopped raining!! Thank you Lord!  Lorin, Lilly, Graci and Elana were able to play outside on the slide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8wQVRGcWmko/Sf9z4Z9juMI/AAAAAAAAAWM/7xmSS7AcMK8/s1600-h/IMG_6260.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8wQVRGcWmko/Sf9z4Z9juMI/AAAAAAAAAWM/7xmSS7AcMK8/s320/IMG_6260.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332107896708905154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8wQVRGcWmko/Sf90XVYGsbI/AAAAAAAAAWc/2TcXPUjLFMY/s1600-h/IMG_6263.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 124px; height: 187px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8wQVRGcWmko/Sf90XVYGsbI/AAAAAAAAAWc/2TcXPUjLFMY/s320/IMG_6263.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332108428054016434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could not have asked for a more perfect day for my little angel.  She was so happy to have all her best friends with her (who all brought her some wonderful gifts!).  Tristan had a blast with Dad, Bro. Tony, Anthony, Gabriel and Shaun; and I had a blast with Mom, my sister,  Sis. Kim, Sis. Carla and Mackenzie.  I am so thankful for all of the wonderful people God has put in our lives.  If you guys are reading this know that you are all loved and greatly appreciated!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, enough of the sappy stuff...on with the Photo's! (BTW, Thanks Sis. Kim for being in charge of the Camera for me!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8wQVRGcWmko/Sf90nlxv5dI/AAAAAAAAAWk/S2nDUiJoedg/s1600-h/IMG_6284.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8wQVRGcWmko/Sf90nlxv5dI/AAAAAAAAAWk/S2nDUiJoedg/s320/IMG_6284.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332108707334448594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8wQVRGcWmko/Sf91VwG_e3I/AAAAAAAAAW0/3aIW3k7fSWA/s1600-h/IMG_6238.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8wQVRGcWmko/Sf91VwG_e3I/AAAAAAAAAW0/3aIW3k7fSWA/s320/IMG_6238.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332109500381887346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8wQVRGcWmko/Sf91K864dVI/AAAAAAAAAWs/XM95p6e_kcI/s1600-h/IMG_6299.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8wQVRGcWmko/Sf91K864dVI/AAAAAAAAAWs/XM95p6e_kcI/s320/IMG_6299.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332109314842195282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/867938229238769138-2362385110446466606?l=talietales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talietales.blogspot.com/feeds/2362385110446466606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=867938229238769138&amp;postID=2362385110446466606' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/867938229238769138/posts/default/2362385110446466606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/867938229238769138/posts/default/2362385110446466606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talietales.blogspot.com/2009/05/lorins-3rd-birthday.html' title='Lorin&apos;s 3rd Birthday'/><author><name>Natalie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pamDT0Q-_M0/TzAr1r6Yn5I/AAAAAAAAAeo/cdStk7HAyPo/s220/2012-01-26_15-17-28_453.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8wQVRGcWmko/Sf9zPF_ccaI/AAAAAAAAAV0/SwxN6KmB5QI/s72-c/IMG_6306.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-867938229238769138.post-7628126468301767956</id><published>2009-04-13T15:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T16:20:35.490-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8wQVRGcWmko/SePIWtMengI/AAAAAAAAAVs/OWtAFqOOzfQ/s1600-h/Lorin+Easter+3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324319476896669186" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 269px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8wQVRGcWmko/SePIWtMengI/AAAAAAAAAVs/OWtAFqOOzfQ/s320/Lorin+Easter+3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8wQVRGcWmko/SePIWkAtVRI/AAAAAAAAAVk/TF5dpJadKY4/s1600-h/Lorin+Easter+4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324319474431382802" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8wQVRGcWmko/SePIWkAtVRI/AAAAAAAAAVk/TF5dpJadKY4/s320/Lorin+Easter+4.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8wQVRGcWmko/SePIWqHSlVI/AAAAAAAAAVc/ye1T5o5idKU/s1600-h/Lorin+easter+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324319476069602642" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8wQVRGcWmko/SePIWqHSlVI/AAAAAAAAAVc/ye1T5o5idKU/s320/Lorin+easter+2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8wQVRGcWmko/SePIWQ4faFI/AAAAAAAAAVU/JeJPVP7vCf4/s1600-h/Lorin+and+Graci+%2709.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324319469296642130" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8wQVRGcWmko/SePIWQ4faFI/AAAAAAAAAVU/JeJPVP7vCf4/s320/Lorin+and+Graci+%2709.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/867938229238769138-7628126468301767956?l=talietales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talietales.blogspot.com/feeds/7628126468301767956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=867938229238769138&amp;postID=7628126468301767956' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/867938229238769138/posts/default/7628126468301767956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/867938229238769138/posts/default/7628126468301767956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talietales.blogspot.com/2009/04/random-pictures.html' title='Random Pictures'/><author><name>Natalie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pamDT0Q-_M0/TzAr1r6Yn5I/AAAAAAAAAeo/cdStk7HAyPo/s220/2012-01-26_15-17-28_453.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8wQVRGcWmko/SePIWtMengI/AAAAAAAAAVs/OWtAFqOOzfQ/s72-c/Lorin+Easter+3.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-867938229238769138.post-2750689417517279416</id><published>2009-02-26T20:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T10:37:56.801-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I love this quote</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8wQVRGcWmko/Sagy-qEnEBI/AAAAAAAAAVM/C4IE1ATEEiQ/s1600-h/MaazelBatonB175x239.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307548212883034130" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 175px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8wQVRGcWmko/Sagy-qEnEBI/AAAAAAAAAVM/C4IE1ATEEiQ/s320/MaazelBatonB175x239.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;“You encourage, you push and pull. You look out at your colleagues and say, 'Yes, you can.' To bring [performers] past the limitations of their own potential is leadership. All fine leaders conducting from the podium have that. Emotion is what it's all about. Music-making without emotion and passion is nothing. I'm never looking for a perfect performance, I'm looking for an impassioned performance.” - Lorin Maazel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/867938229238769138-2750689417517279416?l=talietales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talietales.blogspot.com/feeds/2750689417517279416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=867938229238769138&amp;postID=2750689417517279416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/867938229238769138/posts/default/2750689417517279416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/867938229238769138/posts/default/2750689417517279416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talietales.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-love-this-quote.html' title='I love this quote'/><author><name>Natalie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pamDT0Q-_M0/TzAr1r6Yn5I/AAAAAAAAAeo/cdStk7HAyPo/s220/2012-01-26_15-17-28_453.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8wQVRGcWmko/Sagy-qEnEBI/AAAAAAAAAVM/C4IE1ATEEiQ/s72-c/MaazelBatonB175x239.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-867938229238769138.post-8067773635462011581</id><published>2008-11-13T19:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T17:48:16.330-08:00</updated><title type='text'>GEAUX TIGERS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8wQVRGcWmko/SV7DtN_jToI/AAAAAAAAAU4/GTMg4cVj65Y/s1600-h/LSU+Stadium+Flags.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286878194197286530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 186px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8wQVRGcWmko/SV7DtN_jToI/AAAAAAAAAU4/GTMg4cVj65Y/s320/LSU+Stadium+Flags.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, first all, I owe you all a huge apology for not being faithful to my blog. We've had a crazy fall season, first with the death of a friend of mine and then &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Tristan's&lt;/span&gt; mom's death following a week later. Crazy doesn't even describe our life lately! I do have a ton to blog about but I'm not going to try to put it all in one blog..that would just be way &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;tooooo&lt;/span&gt; long. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I received the news that my friend had passed away in Houston, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Tx&lt;/span&gt; we packed up and headed that way. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Unfortunately&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Hurricane&lt;/span&gt; Ivan was also headed that way so our trip was cut short...stuck in Baton Rouge. I say stuck but it was actually the best time. Tristan, Lorin and I stayed with some old and dear friends from my childhood that I haven't seen in probably 10 years. Thanks to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Myspace&lt;/span&gt; we have been back in touch the past few months and were able to hook up while Tristan and I were suppose to be just driving through Louisiana. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eric and Michelle Stokes graciously opened their home to us while I was constantly on the phone and the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Internet&lt;/span&gt; trying to find a way into Houston. Hanging out with them brought back so many memories of Michelle and I growing up together....we use to do the craziest things! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286871750192350802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8wQVRGcWmko/SV692INDRlI/AAAAAAAAAUo/uNRn0PtQAU4/s320/Lorin+in+LSU+store.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This was also a kind of memorial for Tristan because he is a huge &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;LSU&lt;/span&gt; Tigers fan and this was his first time to visit the state. We arrived on a Saturday just in time for some Tiger Tailgating and some good &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Cajun&lt;/span&gt; food. Yes, I actually ate something that sounded very gross but it was delicious! I'll try anything once! After our reunion, we headed off to tour the campus and catch the Golden Band from Tiger Land before t&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8wQVRGcWmko/SV7DJZ5L_EI/AAAAAAAAAUw/SvO35zmJLng/s1600-h/LSU+Cheerleaders+and+Lorin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286877578916527170" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8wQVRGcWmko/SV7DJZ5L_EI/AAAAAAAAAUw/SvO35zmJLng/s320/LSU+Cheerleaders+and+Lorin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;hey went into the stadium for the game. Lorin &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;absolutely&lt;/span&gt; loved seeing the band and the cheerleaders loved talking to her. Then came Mike the Tiger and the actual tiger that lives on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;LSU&lt;/span&gt; campus in a multi-million dollar facility...lucky him! After all the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt;-game &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;festivities&lt;/span&gt; we headed out to Tony's, my favorite seafood place in Baton Rouge...the best &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Boudin&lt;/span&gt; Balls you will ever put in your mouth! After picking up our to go order we headed back to Eric and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Michelle's&lt;/span&gt; to eat and watch the game. I should tell you that thy have two adorable sons that Lorin loved playing with! I also got to see &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Eric's&lt;/span&gt; mom for the first time in ages and that was very exciting. She is one of the most wonderful women in the world and Lorin took to her immediately. The next day, after I found out there was no way we were going to get within a country mile of Texas, Eric and Michelle took us to an awesome &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;restaurant&lt;/span&gt; near the campus called Chimes....it was delicious! The best seafood gumbo I've had in a long time...since Florida at least!! Thanks, Eric and Michelle, for a great time in Baton Rouge and I hope we can visit again soon! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286871708062802818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8wQVRGcWmko/SV69zrQlY4I/AAAAAAAAAUQ/H3zh99y0wfE/s320/Nat+and+Pereaux.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/867938229238769138-8067773635462011581?l=talietales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talietales.blogspot.com/feeds/8067773635462011581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=867938229238769138&amp;postID=8067773635462011581' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/867938229238769138/posts/default/8067773635462011581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/867938229238769138/posts/default/8067773635462011581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talietales.blogspot.com/2008/11/geaux-tigers.html' title='GEAUX TIGERS!'/><author><name>Natalie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pamDT0Q-_M0/TzAr1r6Yn5I/AAAAAAAAAeo/cdStk7HAyPo/s220/2012-01-26_15-17-28_453.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8wQVRGcWmko/SV7DtN_jToI/AAAAAAAAAU4/GTMg4cVj65Y/s72-c/LSU+Stadium+Flags.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-867938229238769138.post-8432698696591438987</id><published>2008-09-25T18:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T07:49:02.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cornerstone Revival Center - First Service</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8wQVRGcWmko/SOKcROu7UdI/AAAAAAAAAOk/O6p8mTkbdzo/s1600-h/Foyer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251931935294050770" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8wQVRGcWmko/SOKcROu7UdI/AAAAAAAAAOk/O6p8mTkbdzo/s320/Foyer.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday, September 21st, our church had a big suprise. Church started at 10:00 Sunday morning at our old location; everyone was geared for what was to be our first "Official" service in the new church building that night. While Bro. Hampton begain to preach the last surmon at our Eva location, Bro. Wilbanks got up and suprised everyone with the news that we are going to the new building NOW! You could see the excitement and anticipation on everyones faces as they rushed to their cars and started a caravan to the building on Hwy 69. I could go on about it all day, but a picture is worth a thousand words. Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;One Last Sound Check................. One Last Usher &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8wQVRGcWmko/SOKXyvGy5DI/AAAAAAAAAM8/pFtpljW1aTE/s1600-h/One+Last+Sound+Check.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251927013361640498" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px" height="234" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8wQVRGcWmko/SOKXyvGy5DI/AAAAAAAAAM8/pFtpljW1aTE/s320/One+Last+Sound+Check.jpg" width="278" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8wQVRGcWmko/SOKYibwqTgI/AAAAAAAAANM/ICFUjzmJqm4/s1600-h/One+Lat+Usher.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251927832802250242" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 179px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 126px" height="128" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8wQVRGcWmko/SOKYibwqTgI/AAAAAAAAANM/ICFUjzmJqm4/s320/One+Lat+Usher.jpg" width="224" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One Last Lap!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251924116790921570" style="DISPLAY: block; 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I think not lol&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Message Title&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;"Us, Here, Now, Why Not?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251932208852871666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 367px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 287px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="245" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8wQVRGcWmko/SOKchJ0bqfI/AAAAAAAAAOs/ysNP4LhS7Ww/s320/Message+Title.jpg" width="367" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8wQVRGcWmko/SOKcvHXkR3I/AAAAAAAAAO0/6abWQUbF1QI/s1600-h/Alter+call.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251932448713099122" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8wQVRGcWmko/SOKcvHXkR3I/AAAAAAAAAO0/6abWQUbF1QI/s320/Alter+call.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Altar Call!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/867938229238769138-8432698696591438987?l=talietales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talietales.blogspot.com/feeds/8432698696591438987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=867938229238769138&amp;postID=8432698696591438987' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/867938229238769138/posts/default/8432698696591438987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/867938229238769138/posts/default/8432698696591438987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talietales.blogspot.com/2008/09/cornerstone-revival-center-first.html' title='Cornerstone Revival Center - First Service'/><author><name>Natalie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pamDT0Q-_M0/TzAr1r6Yn5I/AAAAAAAAAeo/cdStk7HAyPo/s220/2012-01-26_15-17-28_453.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8wQVRGcWmko/SOKcROu7UdI/AAAAAAAAAOk/O6p8mTkbdzo/s72-c/Foyer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-867938229238769138.post-1905483916742380473</id><published>2008-09-18T16:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T16:40:22.618-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tristan's Mom</title><content type='html'>Hey,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just thought I would let everyone know that Tristan's mom passed away yesterday around 12:00 noon.  We aren't sure yet what caused her death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The viewing will be Friday, September 19, 2008 at The Sanctuary in Bessemer, Alabama (The Bertram's Church) The funeral will be at the same location on Saturday at 1:00.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you all for your prayers during this difficult time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/867938229238769138-1905483916742380473?l=talietales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talietales.blogspot.com/feeds/1905483916742380473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=867938229238769138&amp;postID=1905483916742380473' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/867938229238769138/posts/default/1905483916742380473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/867938229238769138/posts/default/1905483916742380473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talietales.blogspot.com/2008/09/tristans-mom.html' title='Tristan&apos;s Mom'/><author><name>Natalie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pamDT0Q-_M0/TzAr1r6Yn5I/AAAAAAAAAeo/cdStk7HAyPo/s220/2012-01-26_15-17-28_453.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-867938229238769138.post-2261640751365313959</id><published>2008-09-09T03:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T04:17:45.309-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Meal Planning for the Express Checkout!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Now that I am a full-time teacher/Mom and wife, I've really had to work on getting organized (or, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;organimized&lt;/span&gt; as I would say). &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;No one&lt;/span&gt; has helped me do this more than the prayers of my mother....yes, she has been fasting and praying for me to be organized my whole life!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;. Another tool that has been inspirational is my ever helpful "Everyday Cheapskate" email that I receive daily(See homemade laundry detergent in August). This particular one was so informative that I thought I would share it with you all. It's about a weeks worth of me&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8wQVRGcWmko/SMZbEGqbpGI/AAAAAAAAALs/eR4rV3r_trk/s1600-h/shopping.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243978942185710690" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="333" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8wQVRGcWmko/SMZbEGqbpGI/AAAAAAAAALs/eR4rV3r_trk/s320/shopping.jpg" width="415" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;als&lt;/span&gt; and only around 20 items to purchase!! I can not attest to the cooking skills of the creator of this meal guide but I'm sure we can spice it up to our families liking. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Something that is said often in these emails has really struck a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;chord&lt;/span&gt; in me. "Mary" often says "Tough times don't last but tough people do". How true is this in our christian walk? If we can just get a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;tenacity&lt;/span&gt; in our walk with God we will be victorious! But, I digress. Didn't mean to turn meal planning into a sermon &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Express Checkout Dinners&lt;br /&gt;Here's a meal plan you are going to love: a week's worth of dinner entrees for four to six people, complete with recipes and a shopping list that requires so few items, you just might be able to go through the Express Checkout to save time.Menu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Monday: Chicken Stir-Fry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tuesday: Taco in a Pan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wednesday: Vegetarian &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Penne&lt;/span&gt; with Tomato and Mozzarella&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thursday: Sour Cream Mushroom Chicken&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Friday: Crazy Cheeseburger Pizza&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shopping List* 2 pounds ground beef&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;12 boneless, skinless chicken breast halves&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 16-ounce frozen bag of mixed stir-fry vegetables&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 package of taco seasoning mix&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 box of instant rice (8 cups)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;cheddar cheese (at least 22 ounces)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 pound dry &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;penne&lt;/span&gt; pasta&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;16 ounces mozzarella cheese&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;honey&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 jar of pizza sauce&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;fresh basil&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2 pounds fresh tomatoes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 24-ounce container of sour cream&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 can cream of mushroom soup&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 can cream of chicken soup&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 small can diced mushrooms&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;*List assumes cook has basic spices, dry white wine or chicken stock, soy sauce, flour, baking soda, vegetable and olive oils, red wine vinegar, milk and eggs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simple Stir-Fry with Chicken&lt;br /&gt;4 cups instant rice1 tablespoon vegetable oil6 boneless, skinless chicken breast halves, cut into 1-inch pieces1 16-ounce frozen bag of mixed stir-fry vegetables2 tablespoons soy sauce2 tablespoons &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;honeyHeat&lt;/span&gt; oil in skillet. Add chicken pieces and brown. Then, add vegetables, soy sauce and honey. Cook for five to eight minutes, until vegetables are crisp but tender. Cook rice according to instructions on the package, and serve stir-fry mixture over rice. Servings: 4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Taco in a Pan&lt;br /&gt;1 pound ground beef 4 cups water 1 packet taco seasoning mix 4 cups instant rice1 cup shredded cheddar &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;cheese sour&lt;/span&gt; cream 1/2 pound chopped tomatoes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Brown ground beef in a large skillet and drain. Add water and taco seasoning and bring to a boil. Stir in rice. Sprinkle cheese on top of rice, cover and simmer on low for five minutes, until rice has absorbed water. Top with sour cream and tomatoes. Servings: 4 to 6.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vegetarian &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Penne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 1/2 pounds tomatoes, seeded and chopped 8 ounces fresh mozzarella, cut in 1/2-inch by one-inch strips1/4 cup olive oil1 tablespoon red wine &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;vinegar salt&lt;/span&gt; and pepper, to taste1/2 cup chopped fresh basil 12 ounces &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;penne&lt;/span&gt; pasta&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Combine mozzarella, tomatoes, oil and vinegar in a bowl. Add salt and pepper and let sit at room temperature for one hour. Cook pasta according to package instructions and add to mixture in bowl. Add fresh basil and toss to blend. Add more salt and pepper as desired and serve. Servings: 4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sour Cream Mushroom Chicken&lt;br /&gt;1 10.75-ounce can condensed cream of chicken soup 1 10.75-ounce can condensed cream of mushroom soup 3/4 cup dry white wine or chicken stock 2 cups sour cream 1 can diced mushrooms 1/2 teaspoon garlic powder 1/2 teaspoon salt 1/2 teaspoon ground black pepper &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;6 skinless, boneless chicken breast halves&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Preheat oven to 350 F. In a bowl, mix together chicken and mushroom soups, wine or stock, sour cream, mushrooms, garlic powder, salt and pepper. Pour mixture into a glass baking dish. Put chicken breasts on top of mixture. Bake in oven for 1 hour. Servings: 6.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Crazy Cheeseburger Pizza&lt;br /&gt;Batter:1 cup all-purpose flour 3/4 teaspoon salt 1 teaspoon dried oregano 1/8 teaspoon black pepper 2 eggs, lightly beaten 2/3 cup &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;milk Toppings&lt;/span&gt;: 1 pound ground beef 1/2 teaspoon pepper&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;6 ounces cheddar cheese, shredded 6 ounces mozzarella cheese, shredded 3/4 cup pizza sauce&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Preheat oven to 425 F and grease a pizza pan or cookie sheet with sides. Brown ground beef with 1/2 teaspoon pepper and drain. Mix flour, salt, oregano, 1/8 teaspoon pepper, eggs and milk together and pour into a pizza pan or cookie sheet. Tilt pan so batter covers it evenly. Sprinkle ground beef over batter mixture. Bake for 20 minutes, until crust is golden brown.Spread pizza sauce over crust and sprinkle with cheddar and mozzarella cheese. Return to oven for about 10 minutes, until cheese melts. Cut and serve. Servings: 4 to 6. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/867938229238769138-2261640751365313959?l=talietales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talietales.blogspot.com/feeds/2261640751365313959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=867938229238769138&amp;postID=2261640751365313959' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/867938229238769138/posts/default/2261640751365313959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/867938229238769138/posts/default/2261640751365313959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talietales.blogspot.com/2008/09/meal-planning-for-express-checkout.html' title='Meal Planning for the Express Checkout!'/><author><name>Natalie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pamDT0Q-_M0/TzAr1r6Yn5I/AAAAAAAAAeo/cdStk7HAyPo/s220/2012-01-26_15-17-28_453.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8wQVRGcWmko/SMZbEGqbpGI/AAAAAAAAALs/eR4rV3r_trk/s72-c/shopping.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-867938229238769138.post-6770070620334201897</id><published>2008-09-02T11:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T12:12:54.284-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Update on Laundry Detergent</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8wQVRGcWmko/SL2QFpTwhtI/AAAAAAAAALk/bl4ezFoJpz8/s1600-h/soap.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241503967991596754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8wQVRGcWmko/SL2QFpTwhtI/AAAAAAAAALk/bl4ezFoJpz8/s320/soap.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I got my laundry detergent kit in last week and was able to actually make it Saturday. I can't believe how much I love it! I even bottled some up for my mother to use and she loves it too. We went with the liquid recipe but I just made the powder recipe so I'll use it on my next load and see how it goes...it's MUCH easier to make so if it dissolves good I'll be using it from now on!! I HIGHLY recommend this detergent because it works great and you SAVE SO MUCH MONEY. I did a little figuring and within a year I will save over $100.00 on laundry detergent alone! (Compare to Sam's Club price for Liquid Tide 100 loads for $20.00 calculated at 700 loads per year). You can go to &lt;a href="http://www.soapsgonebuy.com/"&gt;http://www.soapsgonebuy.com/&lt;/a&gt; to get your kit with directions if you are interested.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/867938229238769138-6770070620334201897?l=talietales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talietales.blogspot.com/feeds/6770070620334201897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=867938229238769138&amp;postID=6770070620334201897' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/867938229238769138/posts/default/6770070620334201897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/867938229238769138/posts/default/6770070620334201897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talietales.blogspot.com/2008/09/update-on-laundry-detergent.html' title='Update on Laundry Detergent'/><author><name>Natalie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pamDT0Q-_M0/TzAr1r6Yn5I/AAAAAAAAAeo/cdStk7HAyPo/s220/2012-01-26_15-17-28_453.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8wQVRGcWmko/SL2QFpTwhtI/AAAAAAAAALk/bl4ezFoJpz8/s72-c/soap.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-867938229238769138.post-7972289646081709456</id><published>2008-08-07T19:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T09:06:11.211-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Soaps Gone Buy (Soapsgonebuy.com)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8wQVRGcWmko/SJu27cTzkCI/AAAAAAAAALc/qdcKTnm5dc8/s1600-h/laundry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231976524448763938" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left; width: 294px; height: 228px;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8wQVRGcWmko/SJu27cTzkCI/AAAAAAAAALc/qdcKTnm5dc8/s320/laundry.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Every day I get an email from Everyday Cheapskate, a site that tells you little ways to save money. One of the latest articles they sent was on making homemade Laundry detergent. I found a kit and recipe at Soapsgonebuy.com and the reviews were outstanding. Not only is this cheaper (.03 cents per load as compared to .30 cents for store bought) but apparently it has much better results than the more expensive store bought brands and makes clothes so soft that some have eliminated fabric softer or use less! It's also safe for HE washers since Fels Naptha is a very pure soap and doesn't sud much at all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is the recipe I found and I am ordering the ingredients. I'll let you know how it turns out!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;First Recipe: (Liquid)&lt;br /&gt;3 Pints Water&lt;br /&gt;1/3 bar Fels Naptha Soap, grated&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup Washing Soda (Arm and Hammer, NOT baking soda though!!)&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup 20 Mule Team Borax&lt;br /&gt;2 Gallon bucket to mix it in&lt;br /&gt;1 Quart hot water Hot Water&lt;br /&gt;Mix Fels Naptha soap in a saucepan with 3 pints hot water and heat on low until dissolved. Stir in Washing Soda and Borax. Stir until thickened, and remove from heat. Add 1 Quart Hot Water to 2 gallon Bucket. Add soap mixture, and mix well. Fill bucket completely with additional hot water, and mix well. Set aside for 24 hours, or until mixture thickens. You may add additional HOT water if the mixture becomes too thick. Mix Well before each use. Use 1/2 cup of mixture per load. Makes 64 loads. Cost per load .03.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Powdered Laundry Detergent &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 cup grated Fels Naptha Soap&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup washing soda&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup 20 mule team borax&lt;br /&gt;Mix and store in airtight container or bag. For light or small loads, use 1 tablespoon. For normal loads, use 2 tablespoons. For heavy loads, use 3 tablespoons. Cost per load .15.&lt;br /&gt;To make a large batch - grate 6 bars of Fels Naptha Soap and then add 3 cups of Washing Soda and 3 cups of 20 Mule Team Borax. Mix well and store in covered container.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/867938229238769138-7972289646081709456?l=talietales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talietales.blogspot.com/feeds/7972289646081709456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=867938229238769138&amp;postID=7972289646081709456' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/867938229238769138/posts/default/7972289646081709456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/867938229238769138/posts/default/7972289646081709456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talietales.blogspot.com/2008/08/soaps-gone-buy-soapsgonebuycom.html' title='Soaps Gone Buy (Soapsgonebuy.com)'/><author><name>Natalie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pamDT0Q-_M0/TzAr1r6Yn5I/AAAAAAAAAeo/cdStk7HAyPo/s220/2012-01-26_15-17-28_453.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8wQVRGcWmko/SJu27cTzkCI/AAAAAAAAALc/qdcKTnm5dc8/s72-c/laundry.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-867938229238769138.post-226190518574518316</id><published>2008-07-11T23:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T01:06:00.145-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tea Dying Table Linens!</title><content type='html'>Hi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't posted in a while and I have a bit of time on my hands...wait until you hear why &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am dying white table linens in tea water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You read correctly. I couldn't find any ivory table linens anywhere (at a reasonable price) and I just couldn't bring myself to buy plastic....well, I take that back, I bought plastic and then returned them today &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found a plethora of white but it just wouldn't have matched the "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;fallish&lt;/span&gt;" color scheme for Camille and Jordan's wedding shower tomorrow so I am trying out this crazy method and hoping that they turn out ivory, or ecru...either one..I'm not picky at this point...well...not THAT picky!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have never done this or even read anything telling me how to do it so I'm just playing it by ear (Yes, I'm sanguine!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I filled Lorin's tub with hot water and threw a bunch of tea bags in there and let the linens soak for about 15 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;mins&lt;/span&gt;. I plan on putting them on the spin cycle and then drying them on super high heat in the dryer to set the "stain". Here are some before pics...hopefully the after pics will be decent! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, I saved this post and actually googled tea dying....turns out I'm not doing it the way any one tells you to do it ROFL! BUT, I just put my first 2 in the dryer and they actually look really good.  One encouraging thing I read is that this method is "romantic"...why, I have no idea..maybe it's from the Victorian era....everything was romantic then!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to check the dryer.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, they are a little darker but not much...maybe just 1 shade.  Time for a different method.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After reading the little bit that I read I have come to the conclusion that boiling tea is the key to success.  The temp sets the stain more effeciently..duh...should have thought of that.  I found a relatively easy method online and that is what I'm trying now. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I brought a large pot of water with 10 tea bags to a rolling boil.  While this was boiling I turned my washing machine on for a small load and let it fill.  I then poured the boiling tea water in the washing machine and let it agitate for a min.  Then I added the linens and am now letting them agitate...they are already darker after 3 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;mins&lt;/span&gt;.  I'll skip the rinse and go straight to spin and then to the dryer.  I'm confident this method will work. It's 3:00 a.m. so if it doesn't then I will just be finding a different solution in the morning! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, so far so good.  Actually, I am going to let them rinse due to some tea leaves on them.  That should take care of that. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, I'm going to bed.  I'll set these to dry as soon as the rinse and spin are over and I'll post pics in the morning! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;G'night&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/867938229238769138-226190518574518316?l=talietales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talietales.blogspot.com/feeds/226190518574518316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=867938229238769138&amp;postID=226190518574518316' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/867938229238769138/posts/default/226190518574518316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/867938229238769138/posts/default/226190518574518316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talietales.blogspot.com/2008/07/tea-dying-table-linens.html' title='Tea Dying Table Linens!'/><author><name>Natalie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pamDT0Q-_M0/TzAr1r6Yn5I/AAAAAAAAAeo/cdStk7HAyPo/s220/2012-01-26_15-17-28_453.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-867938229238769138.post-8209086795802777163</id><published>2008-06-25T08:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T09:11:54.218-07:00</updated><title type='text'>IT'S NOT ABOUT US</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8wQVRGcWmko/SGJs6SbvN0I/AAAAAAAAALI/-PjWfMmWi_0/s1600-h/praying_woman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215851067084846914" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 247px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 189px" height="205" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8wQVRGcWmko/SGJs6SbvN0I/AAAAAAAAALI/-PjWfMmWi_0/s320/praying_woman.jpg" width="285" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;WOW! What an awesome, POWERFUL, presence of God! You who attend CRC know what I'm talking about but I'll expound upon the subject for those who do not or those who missed service this week. It actually started a few weeks ago when our wonderful pastor, Bro. Gregory Wilbanks, asked everyone to sign up to pray for a certain amount of time every day that week (15 min, 30 min or 1 hr). Our church services are always awesome but man, that prayer time (Which has continued past the 1st week and has become a staple in our lives) just busted open the door for a SERIOUS HOLY GHOST BREAKTHROUGH!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sunday morning, Bro. Jeremy got up to preach and being sensitive to the moving of the Holy Ghost, asked everyone to just pray for a few seconds....well....seconds turned to hours! The Holy Ghost swept through that place like a MIGHTY RUSHING WIND! I went over to get Lorin from Sunday School and when I got back there was a serious Ladies prayer meeting going on at the alter. A few of us, like myself, got there late but it didn't stop us from jumping in the waters! Our pastors wife, Sister Wilbanks, along with Sister Joann Miller laid hands on every lady there while the rest of us prayed for them as well. It was unlike ANYTHING I've ever experienced. An hour and a half went by and it seemed like 10 min!! The Holy Ghost was SO THICK you could see it! After everyone had been prayed for it didn't stop, it continued to flow and some were sitting, some were kneeling, some were standing but we were all in one accord. All of a sudden, Sister Holly just started shouting and dancing then she got the mic and told us all what God had told her. She said that she heard a gurgling like a pipe that had been clogged and water was trying to come out of it. God told her that the wells that we had been digging, trying to get water in, the enemy had been throwing dirt back into those wells trying to stop revival but it was about to BURST and the water of the Holy Ghost is going to spring up and fill all those wells and pour out over the city. Right after Sister Holly finished, Sister Koehoorne said that she had also saw the same thing! She saw a volcano that was erupting water! MAN, it's so awesome. AND IT DIDN'T STOP THERE! Sunday night it continued. A spirit of prayer has consumed us! Monday night at ladies prayer it was so powerful! It was like Sunday afternoon part 2! All the ladies that had not been prayed for Sunday afternoon were prayed for Monday night and the power of God swept in that sanctuary. One thing that Sister Wilbanks said that was so awesome and really struck home to me was God showed her that the fiery darts of the enemy that were being thrown at her, they can't penetrate! I know that people are saying things about our pastor and his wife and some of the other saints in the church but guess what....it doesn't matter, those darts can't penetrate because it's not about US, it's about GOD! It doesn't matter what people say about me or my family or my church family...it's actually laughable...because this revival is not about me or my family.... it's about JESUS!!!! AND DEVIL, YOU CAN'T STOP IT....(But feel free to die trying!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 Ch 7:14 If my people, which are called by my name shall humble themselves and pray and seek my face and turn from their wicked ways; then will I hear from heaven, and will forgive their sin, and will heal their land.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/867938229238769138-8209086795802777163?l=talietales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talietales.blogspot.com/feeds/8209086795802777163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=867938229238769138&amp;postID=8209086795802777163' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/867938229238769138/posts/default/8209086795802777163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/867938229238769138/posts/default/8209086795802777163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talietales.blogspot.com/2008/06/its-not-about-us.html' title='IT&apos;S NOT ABOUT US'/><author><name>Natalie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pamDT0Q-_M0/TzAr1r6Yn5I/AAAAAAAAAeo/cdStk7HAyPo/s220/2012-01-26_15-17-28_453.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8wQVRGcWmko/SGJs6SbvN0I/AAAAAAAAALI/-PjWfMmWi_0/s72-c/praying_woman.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-867938229238769138.post-8772537421002266466</id><published>2008-06-02T11:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T20:08:48.128-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Well DUH!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8wQVRGcWmko/SEREZI3EPAI/AAAAAAAAALA/KdJc7sbsfys/s1600-h/music.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207362267813002242" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8wQVRGcWmko/SEREZI3EPAI/AAAAAAAAALA/KdJc7sbsfys/s320/music.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The Healing Power of Music&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was reading the news the other day and came across an article in which a renown neurologist was studying the healing power of music, more specifically, religious music. In this article, the Doctor also stated that he has found that there is an actual physiological change in people when they pray. WELL DUH! lol We've known this for years! As I recall, it was well documented in a book....what was the name of that book I read once....oh yeah, THE BIBLE! As I read the article I was reminded of the verse of Scripture that talks about using the foolish things to confound the wise. The neurologist is doing the study in conjunction with Harlem gospel choir...I'm thinking we need to invite him to Cornerstone Revival Center!!!!!! Or ARC!!!!! TALK ABOUT A PHYSIOLOGICAL CHANGE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, here is the article for your reading pleasure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Neurologist, Harlem gospel choir explore music's healing power during science festival&lt;br /&gt;By KAREN MATTHEWS,&lt;br /&gt;AP&lt;br /&gt;Posted: 2008-05-30 15:33:50&lt;br /&gt;NEW YORK (AP) - Noted neurologist Oliver Sacks has found common ground with the pastor of Harlem's famed Abyssinian Baptist Church: Both men believe in the healing power of music.Sacks, the best-selling author of "Awakenings" and "The Man Who Mistook His Wife for a Hat," will share the church stage Saturday with the famed gospel choir as part of the inaugural World Science Festival, a five-day celebration of science taking place in New York this week."It should be an exciting and unusual event," Sacks said in an interview this week. "I will talk about the therapeutic and beneficent power of music as a physician, and then their wonderful choir will perform. ... And the audience will make what they can of it."Sacks' most recent book is "Musicophilia: Tales of Music and the Brain," which examines the relationship between music and the brain, including its healing effect on people suffering from such diseases as Tourette's syndrome, Parkinson's, autism and Alzheimer's."Even with advanced dementia, when powers of memory and language are lost, people will respond to music," he said.A Baptist church is an unusual venue for Sacks, a professor of clinical neurology and clinical psychiatry at Columbia University Medical Center who was brought up Jewish but is not a religious believer.But the central role of music in church makes Abyssinian a good place to discuss the myriad ways that music affects the human brain, said Sacks, who was played by Robin Williams in the movie version of "Awakenings."Abyssinian's pastor, the Rev. Calvin O. Butts III, said the choir is looking forward to performing with Sacks. He noted that music plays a central role in the healing power of prayer&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;."What we have been studying ... is that when you pray, there's actually a physiological change in the body," he said. "Music is very much a part of this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. There are certain notes that generate in the human body a kind of peacefulness."Abyssinian was founded by Ethiopian sea traders in 1808 and is celebrating its bicentennial. It is a popular destination for European tourists who line up around the block in Harlem for Sunday services.The event there is one of two Sacks is participating in during the World Science Festival. The other focuses on vision and the brain.The festival was conceived by Columbia University physicist Brian Greene and his wife Tracy Day, a broadcast journalist."Our intent is to help shift the public perception of science, so that people realize that science is as important as art, literature, film, theater," Greene said.Panelists include Nobel laureates as well as actors, dancers, philosophers and science journalists.Greene said he hopes the festival, which received funding from several nonprofit foundations, will spread to other cities."There's a real capacity to have a national and even global celebration of science," he said.On the Net:http://www.worldsciencefestival.com/http://www.abyssinian.org&lt;br /&gt;Copyright 2008 The Associated Press. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/867938229238769138-8772537421002266466?l=talietales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talietales.blogspot.com/feeds/8772537421002266466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=867938229238769138&amp;postID=8772537421002266466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/867938229238769138/posts/default/8772537421002266466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/867938229238769138/posts/default/8772537421002266466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talietales.blogspot.com/2008/06/well-duh.html' title='Well DUH!'/><author><name>Natalie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pamDT0Q-_M0/TzAr1r6Yn5I/AAAAAAAAAeo/cdStk7HAyPo/s220/2012-01-26_15-17-28_453.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8wQVRGcWmko/SEREZI3EPAI/AAAAAAAAALA/KdJc7sbsfys/s72-c/music.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-867938229238769138.post-7685079513394510374</id><published>2008-05-26T22:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T22:50:28.862-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Blog</title><content type='html'>Ok, I have decided to start a new blog for my wii fit journal. This will keep this blog from getting too long since I do want to log every day of my progress. You can access the blog on my profile or&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://wiifitjourney.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://wiifitjourney.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/867938229238769138-7685079513394510374?l=talietales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talietales.blogspot.com/feeds/7685079513394510374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=867938229238769138&amp;postID=7685079513394510374' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/867938229238769138/posts/default/7685079513394510374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/867938229238769138/posts/default/7685079513394510374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talietales.blogspot.com/2008/05/new-blog.html' title='New Blog'/><author><name>Natalie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pamDT0Q-_M0/TzAr1r6Yn5I/AAAAAAAAAeo/cdStk7HAyPo/s220/2012-01-26_15-17-28_453.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-867938229238769138.post-1615136391241611638</id><published>2008-05-25T20:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T20:26:34.571-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wii Fit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yoga'/><title type='text'>Wii Fit Day 2!!</title><content type='html'>Two in a Row!  Hurray for me ;) I wasn't sore this morning but as the day &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;gradually&lt;/span&gt; progressed I started really feeling it in my core and sides! And even though I got home really late tonight I was determined to get my 30 min. in!  My &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;BMI&lt;/span&gt; has gone down a few notches and I've lost 3lbs!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;HAHA&lt;/span&gt; I know it's only because I weighed at a different time of day but hey, it's still encouraging!&lt;br /&gt; Tonight I completed 12 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;mins&lt;/span&gt; of Yoga and it was really fun...some poses were easy and some were hard (HALF MOON!!) BUT, all in all it said I had good posture and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; balance. Not bad for a first time! I also did 18 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;mins&lt;/span&gt; of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Aerobics&lt;/span&gt; which are always fun. I couldn't do the Hula Hoop for long because I am quiet sore from yesterday! Now, I'm going to shower, drink some water and read a good book.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;G'night&lt;/span&gt; everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/867938229238769138-1615136391241611638?l=talietales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talietales.blogspot.com/feeds/1615136391241611638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=867938229238769138&amp;postID=1615136391241611638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/867938229238769138/posts/default/1615136391241611638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/867938229238769138/posts/default/1615136391241611638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talietales.blogspot.com/2008/05/wii-fit-day-2.html' title='Wii Fit Day 2!!'/><author><name>Natalie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pamDT0Q-_M0/TzAr1r6Yn5I/AAAAAAAAAeo/cdStk7HAyPo/s220/2012-01-26_15-17-28_453.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-867938229238769138.post-6255999755137292395</id><published>2008-05-24T20:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T20:46:35.333-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wii Fit!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8wQVRGcWmko/SDjhE43EO_I/AAAAAAAAAK4/czC1797-YXk/s1600-h/wii+fit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204156843525684210" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8wQVRGcWmko/SDjhE43EO_I/AAAAAAAAAK4/czC1797-YXk/s320/wii+fit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As many of you have probably heard or read, the Nintendo Wii Fit came out this week. Like all good Wii fans, my husband and I pre-ordered it so we would be guarantied one when they came out. There is already a wait for them. I've been needing to really buckle down and get back into my former sports buff shape...yeah, it's been like 1o years lol. I could blame childbirth but it's really just my own laziness! So, today I started my "Life Style Change". Most of the time I make the mistake of jumping in full force and burning out after a month so I'm taking baby steps. I started exercising today and, with the help of my new Wii Fit, I've set some goals; hopefully they are reachable. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So why am I writing about this on my blog? One reason, ACCOUNTABILITY! I figure if I let everyone out there know that I'm starting something, I'll be more committed to finishing. We will see haha! I'll spare myself the embarrassment of telling you all my Body Mass Index (BMI) and weight and just stick to telling you all my goal which is to lose 22 lbs in 3 months....that's my starting goal...I have to lose way more than that!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today I completed 20 Min. of Aerobic exercise and 15 min. of Strength and Balance training. (remember, baby steps!) Tomorrow I'm going to do some Yoga. The time really flew since it felt more like playing a game than actually just exercising. I can't get over how "smart" the Balance Board is, the technology is really amazing, Hula Hooping has never been so beneficial to your health!! It really is so much fun, my husband and I just kept rolling on the floor laughing at each other while we were trying to learn all the moves! Pray for me!! I'll definitely need encouragement and prayers....but don't tell me I look like I've lost weight until I really do lol!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/867938229238769138-6255999755137292395?l=talietales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talietales.blogspot.com/feeds/6255999755137292395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=867938229238769138&amp;postID=6255999755137292395' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/867938229238769138/posts/default/6255999755137292395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/867938229238769138/posts/default/6255999755137292395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talietales.blogspot.com/2008/05/wii-fit.html' title='Wii Fit!'/><author><name>Natalie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pamDT0Q-_M0/TzAr1r6Yn5I/AAAAAAAAAeo/cdStk7HAyPo/s220/2012-01-26_15-17-28_453.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8wQVRGcWmko/SDjhE43EO_I/AAAAAAAAAK4/czC1797-YXk/s72-c/wii+fit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-867938229238769138.post-6618586823494173800</id><published>2008-05-19T21:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T22:42:49.082-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ode to Buttons</title><content type='html'>When I got home from church tonight I got an email telling me that Jimmy's dog, Buttons, died this morning. (see feb. blog "Missing Jimmy"). Buttons was a faithful dog that Jimmy loved dearly so, after a good cry, I decided I would write an "Ode to Buttons"; and maybe explain, with a bit of humor, why we dog lovers are so loyal to our furry friends.  Buttons would have been 15 this October.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8wQVRGcWmko/SDJaDMz8xvI/AAAAAAAAAKw/9zV7J4hv5Zg/s1600-h/Black-Miniature-Schnauzer-Photographic-Print-C13062194.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202319530591569650" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8wQVRGcWmko/SDJaDMz8xvI/AAAAAAAAAKw/9zV7J4hv5Zg/s320/Black-Miniature-Schnauzer-Photographic-Print-C13062194.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Dog is a Dog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Natalie Hood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A dog is a dog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But never "just" a dog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For dogs are mans best friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the rough times&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And even tough times&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He'll stand by you through thick or thin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A dog is a dog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just about any ole' dog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is better than none at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For who but your dog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can make it all better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a lick in the face when you fall?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A dog is a dog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'd be dog gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I forgot to ask you this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What other friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would share his house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On those nights that your wife is miffed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A dog is a dog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there's no friend like a dog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only for this reason, you see:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who, but your dog,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will join in with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even when you're singing off key?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/867938229238769138-6618586823494173800?l=talietales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talietales.blogspot.com/feeds/6618586823494173800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=867938229238769138&amp;postID=6618586823494173800' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/867938229238769138/posts/default/6618586823494173800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/867938229238769138/posts/default/6618586823494173800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talietales.blogspot.com/2008/05/ode-to-buttons.html' title='Ode to Buttons'/><author><name>Natalie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pamDT0Q-_M0/TzAr1r6Yn5I/AAAAAAAAAeo/cdStk7HAyPo/s220/2012-01-26_15-17-28_453.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8wQVRGcWmko/SDJaDMz8xvI/AAAAAAAAAKw/9zV7J4hv5Zg/s72-c/Black-Miniature-Schnauzer-Photographic-Print-C13062194.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-867938229238769138.post-763779538498886318</id><published>2008-05-17T18:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T18:52:26.999-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THE PENTECOSTALS ARE HERE!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8wQVRGcWmko/SC-LcMz8xsI/AAAAAAAAAKc/RHtSvD7UR5c/s1600-h/Cornerstone+Revival+Center+Choir.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201529411227928258" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 291px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 218px" height="221" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8wQVRGcWmko/SC-LcMz8xsI/AAAAAAAAAKc/RHtSvD7UR5c/s320/Cornerstone+Revival+Center+Choir.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hi!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As many of you already know, our choir was invited to sing at the American Cancer Society's Relay for Life. This is actually a pretty huge convention and it was an awesome door that God opened for our church to get out there and reach our com&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8wQVRGcWmko/SC-Lscz8xtI/AAAAAAAAAKk/V-3FeeTO6NM/s1600-h/Cornerstone+Revival+Center+Choir2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201529690400802514" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 252px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 163px" height="197" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8wQVRGcWmko/SC-Lscz8xtI/AAAAAAAAAKk/V-3FeeTO6NM/s320/Cornerstone+Revival+Center+Choir2.jpg" width="272" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;munity. Our choir was so anointed and I know that God used us to plant the seeds so HE can give the increase. Brother Wilbanks had couples coming up to him telling him they were going to visit our church!!! I'm so excited about what God is doing in Cullman County and all over the state of ALABAMA. I've said it once and I'll say it again, GET READY CULLMAN COUNTY, THE &lt;strong&gt;ONE GOD&lt;/strong&gt; PENTECOSTALS ARE HERE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/867938229238769138-763779538498886318?l=talietales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talietales.blogspot.com/feeds/763779538498886318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=867938229238769138&amp;postID=763779538498886318' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/867938229238769138/posts/default/763779538498886318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/867938229238769138/posts/default/763779538498886318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talietales.blogspot.com/2008/05/pentecostals-are-here.html' title='THE PENTECOSTALS ARE HERE!!!!!'/><author><name>Natalie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pamDT0Q-_M0/TzAr1r6Yn5I/AAAAAAAAAeo/cdStk7HAyPo/s220/2012-01-26_15-17-28_453.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8wQVRGcWmko/SC-LcMz8xsI/AAAAAAAAAKc/RHtSvD7UR5c/s72-c/Cornerstone+Revival+Center+Choir.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-867938229238769138.post-7583836995945684203</id><published>2008-05-05T20:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T21:57:42.701-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Awesome Florida Trip!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8wQVRGcWmko/SCPUJ_iFhHI/AAAAAAAAAKE/tEl7wcbzIDc/s1600-h/beach+7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198231663053997170" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 284px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 305px" height="259" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8wQVRGcWmko/SCPUJ_iFhHI/AAAAAAAAAKE/tEl7wcbzIDc/s320/beach+7.jpg" width="244" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We are home!! We had a great time in Florida and while we were there we thought of over 1,000 reasons to move to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Destin&lt;/span&gt; (ALLERGY'S BEING ON THE TOP 10!) BUT, there was this one HUGE negative to the whole idea and that was the fact that we can't move Cornerstone Revival Center there with us &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;soooo&lt;/span&gt;....back to Alabama and our wonderful church family!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;More Information Than You Wanted to Know about our Florida Trip!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We arrived at our Hotel around 3:00 Wednesday afternoon. Lou, the sweet lady at the front desk, helped us get settled in. FYI, if you are going to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Sandestin&lt;/span&gt;, I highly recommend staying at the Hampton Inn there...it was beautiful, and most importantly CLEAN. Anyone who has ever stayed at a hotel with me knows the six point inspection I give each room &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt; (Pillows, Blankets, Sheets, Toilet, Shower, Sink). I guess I watched too much &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;CSI&lt;/span&gt; back in the day. Well, no problems here, this hotel was one of the cleanest I've stayed it...they even wash the duvet covers after each stay...everything is white so it can be bleached!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We decided to eat an early dinner at ACME and walk around &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Baytowne&lt;/span&gt; Wharf with Lorin since she had been cooped up in the car most of the day. It was a beautiful evening and actually a little chilly so we didn't stay out too long. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thursday morning we took advantage of the complementary breakfast bar that the hotel offered and hit the site seeing road. Shopping was definitely the order of the day so we went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Destin&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8wQVRGcWmko/SCOrHPiFhEI/AAAAAAAAAJs/wggjnx_1Gok/s1600-h/beach+5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198186535832618050" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8wQVRGcWmko/SCOrHPiFhEI/AAAAAAAAAJs/wggjnx_1Gok/s320/beach+5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Commons, the newer outdoor mall in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Destin&lt;/span&gt;. It is a very quaint place with all sorts of wonderful things for children to enjoy. Including a train ride and a waterfall to play in. While we were there I couldn't resist visiting one of my favorite children's boutiques, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Hug's&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Hissyfits&lt;/span&gt;....if you have a little one you will LOVE it! My mom bought Lorin the most adorable outfit there, I loved it so much I put her in it for Beach Pictures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After shopping, we ate a light lunch at Smiling Fish Camp and went back to the hotel for a nap (when you are in a hotel, Lorin's nap time is every one's nap time!). That afternoon we went to the Beach and took Pictures of Lorin running around. She really loved it but it was still REALLY windy and chilly so we couldn't stay long. After about an half hour it was off to Elmo's for All You Can Eat Crab Legs! YUMMY! They were perfect. They would just slide right out of the shell completely whole (If they are over cooked they tend to stick) then we'd dip them in the drawn butter...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;sooooo&lt;/span&gt; good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday was our outlet shopping day so we decided to get to bed a little early Thursday night.&lt;br /&gt;We had an awesome time at the outlets....though I didn't buy one single thing from there (Tristan must have been praying). The best part was taking Lorin to the park they have there and letting her play her little heart out. She met some adorable kids and really had a great time. You should have seen the look on her face as she was going down the slide for the first time!! It was great. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For lunch we dined outside on the bay at Hammerheads. They do not serve any fried foods there so my Mom and I decided we would split a steamed bucket for two. Though it was $70.00 we thought it would be worth it since 2 whole Lobster were included. To make a long story short don't eat at Hammerheads. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When we got back to the room Lorin didn't want to settle down for her nap so she ended up falling asleep around 5:00 p.m. I thought for sure she would be completely exhausted from the hours we spent walking and playing but I was wrong. Finally, around 7:00 that evening, I decided to wake her up so we wouldn't end up eating so late. Plus, it was suppose to start raining that night so we didn't want to be out late. I was craving some good food with an ocean view so we headed out to Sunset Charlies. Once we got there and went inside the resort it didn't have the cleanest look to it and the menu (posted outside the restaurant) didn't seem very appetizing so we decided to try our luck somewhere else. Unfortunately, Lorin did not like this idea and proceeded to cry her heart out all the way back to the car. Once we got in the car she continued her tirade. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our main rule of thumb when choosing restaurants to eat at is not to eat anywhere we can eat at home...so places like The Melting Pot and Jim and Nicks are usually not in our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;favo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8wQVRGcWmko/SCOrafiFhFI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/70Rr02737S4/s1600-h/beach+9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198186866545099858" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8wQVRGcWmko/SCOrafiFhFI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/70Rr02737S4/s320/beach+9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;rites list when we are out of town. That changes when you have an almost 2 year old screaming in the backseat.....the rule of thumb is now GO TO THE NEXT PLACE IN SIGHT! This happened to be The Melting Pot....but Lorin obviously didn't approve of that choice either because we couldn't even get in the door without her screaming. We were about to give up and just order pizza in the room when I thought of the Tommy Bahama Cafe with the outside dining option. Thankfully, Lorin did like this idea and we were able to eat a wonderful meal in peace (though it was a late meal). It actually turned out to be one of the best meals we were able to have while on Vacation...God truly turns stumbling blocks into stepping stones! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;. I ordered the Walnut Crusted Snapper with a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;wasabi&lt;/span&gt; sauce and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;broccolini&lt;/span&gt; in a lemon butter sauce while my mom dined on Fr&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8wQVRGcWmko/SCOn_fiFg5I/AAAAAAAAAIU/eQEfMZC0R2w/s1600-h/beach+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;esh&lt;/span&gt; Shrimp over a Parmesan Rice with Asparagus. Both dishes were equally delicious. For desert we split the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Pina&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;colada&lt;/span&gt; Cake which is Divine! All deserts are made 'in-house' and are spectacular. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It never rained that night, thank God, it was truly an answer to prayer but it was pushing ten 0'clock by the time we finished eating so it was way past our bed time. Lorin was exhausted from not getting her nap out so we went right to bed. Saturday, our final full day in paradise, was vastly approaching and we needed to rest up for it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Birthday Lorin!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8wQVRGcWmko/SCOplfiFhCI/AAAAAAAAAJc/CJmdE_8Th40/s1600-h/beach+11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198184856500405282" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 260px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 189px" height="218" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8wQVRGcWmko/SCOplfiFhCI/AAAAAAAAAJc/CJmdE_8Th40/s320/beach+11.jpg" width="304" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saturday morning dawned with mostly cloudy sky's...PERFECT FOR BEACH PICTURES so after coffee we headed out. There was an outfit at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Hug's&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Hissyfits&lt;/span&gt; that I had fallen in love with so I decided to go buy it since it would be perfect for Beach Photos. Plus, it was Lorin's Birthday and I had to buy her something on her actual birthday. The outfit turned out to be even more adorable than I remembered! We got to the beach and turned Lorin loose while I just shuttered away! The new camera that Tristan bought me has already paid for itself! The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;forcast had&lt;/span&gt; the rain hitting around noon so we only stayed at the beach for about an hour and then headed off to lunch. Since lunch the day before had been such a disappointment we decided to play it safe and eat at Poppy's where we KNEW the food was delicious. I ordered the shrimp and the&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8wQVRGcWmko/SCPV0_iFhII/AAAAAAAAAKM/F7gW5U-TxNw/s1600-h/Poppys+Shrimp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198233501299999874" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8wQVRGcWmko/SCPV0_iFhII/AAAAAAAAAKM/F7gW5U-TxNw/s320/Poppys+Shrimp.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;y were HUGE! I couldn't believe it, I took a picture just to show you all how large they were.&lt;br /&gt;Yummy! We ate outside on the bay and enjoyed the live Jazz Music they had. Lorin wasn't too sure about the guy singing...he was slightly grizzly but she loved the music and danced her little heart out. Right as we paid the bill it started drizzling so we hurried to the car and back to the hotel for a nap. By the time we woke up, the rain had gone and the sun was actually shinning again in the brilliantly blue sky. That wasn't suppose to happen. It was suppose to start raining Friday night and not stop until early SUNDAY morning. Isn't God good? He let it rain just during our nap time so we could enjoy our full vacation! We know that He cares so much but it still amazes me when I realize that He is paying attention to such minuscule details!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, we were rested up again so it was off to more shopping. The Stein Mart in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Destin&lt;/span&gt; is the best one that I have ever been too so we decided to head there and see what good deals we could come up with. I had bought Lorin her summer wardrobe and then some so now it was time to spend some money on mommy!! And spend money I did. My husband must have slipped in his prayer time because I found SO MANY adorable clothes and they ALL FIT! The good news is that I got a really good deal on them! It helps when you can show your husband the "compare at" price!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;. I'm pretty sure I heard him pass out when I told him how much I spent..THANK GOD FOR THAT STIMULUS PACKAGE FROM THE GOVERNMENT!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We headed back to the room to put our packages up before dinner and though we would visit Bayou Bills Crab Shack, the restaurant where Amy and Shaun's reception was held. Lorin and I were in the Lobby talking to Elizabeth (another very sweet lady at the desk) and she informed us that it had burnt down!! Apparently within a few days of Amy's wedding reception!! They good news is that they are rebuilding on 30A and will have a better building with an ocean view.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8wQVRGcWmko/SCPXcPiFhJI/AAAAAAAAAKU/IIZ1jOKt9L4/s1600-h/Dancing+on+Beach.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198235275121493138" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8wQVRGcWmko/SCPXcPiFhJI/AAAAAAAAAKU/IIZ1jOKt9L4/s320/Dancing+on+Beach.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Elizabeth also told us of one of her favorite places to eat and it was a place we had never heard of before. It's called Camille's and it's a little farther down the coast than we normally go but she assured us it was worth the extra couple of minutes. She was right. The atmosphere was warm and family friendly and we were able to sit at the window and have a perfect ocean view while we dined. Elizabeth had raved about their fresh Sushi so I decided to indulge and order a Super Crunch Shrimp Roll....it was heavenly! As good as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Surin&lt;/span&gt; West (My fave sushi joint here in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;B'ham&lt;/span&gt;). For the main event I ordered the Crab Cakes and they were &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;sooo&lt;/span&gt; good. packed full of lump Crab meat with a red pepper sauce on the side....delicious! The green beans that accompanied my entree were equally as delicious, slightly firm with a warm butter garlic sauce. Seriously, you can't go wrong with anything with butter and garlic!! My mom ordered the Fillet with Lump Crab meat and Fresh Blue Cheese crumbs on top served over homemade garlic mashed potato's. Absolutely Divine! We were way too full for desert that night! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We headed back to the room to get packed so we would get an early start back home Sunday and make it for the service Sunday night. Of course, Sunday morning, we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;stoped&lt;/span&gt; by The Donut Hole on the way home and picked up some donuts for Dad and Tristan....and maybe one for ourselves &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;. Needless to say, I gained 5 lbs over the week and am now on a diet...but it was worth every moment and I can't wait to get back!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BTW, if any of you need a guide for your &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;Sandestin&lt;/span&gt; trip I WILL WORK FOR ROOM and BOARD! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8wQVRGcWmko/SCOn_viFg8I/AAAAAAAAAIs/lmVrKeRgNEg/s1600-h/beach+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198183108448715714" style="WIDTH: 258px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 296px" height="279" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8wQVRGcWmko/SCOn_viFg8I/AAAAAAAAAIs/lmVrKeRgNEg/s320/beach+4.jpg" width="193" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/867938229238769138-7583836995945684203?l=talietales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talietales.blogspot.com/feeds/7583836995945684203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=867938229238769138&amp;postID=7583836995945684203' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/867938229238769138/posts/default/7583836995945684203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/867938229238769138/posts/default/7583836995945684203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talietales.blogspot.com/2008/05/our-awesome-florida-trip.html' title='Our Awesome Florida Trip!'/><author><name>Natalie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pamDT0Q-_M0/TzAr1r6Yn5I/AAAAAAAAAeo/cdStk7HAyPo/s220/2012-01-26_15-17-28_453.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8wQVRGcWmko/SCPUJ_iFhHI/AAAAAAAAAKE/tEl7wcbzIDc/s72-c/beach+7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-867938229238769138.post-630375923235108531</id><published>2008-04-30T05:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T05:41:57.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Well, I'm Off.....</title><content type='html'>It's 7:40 a.m. and we are about to head out to Florida.  I'm not sure what &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;accommodations&lt;/span&gt; the hotel will have as far as the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Internet&lt;/span&gt; goes so I may not be back on until Monday.  I will, however, have TONS of pictures to share with you from our trip and yes, I will be thinking of you all as I stuff my face with the best seafood and take long strolls along the white sandy beach &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;.  See you all when I get back...hey, maybe I'll have a tan &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;HAHA&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/867938229238769138-630375923235108531?l=talietales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talietales.blogspot.com/feeds/630375923235108531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=867938229238769138&amp;postID=630375923235108531' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/867938229238769138/posts/default/630375923235108531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/867938229238769138/posts/default/630375923235108531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talietales.blogspot.com/2008/04/well-im-off.html' title='Well, I&apos;m Off.....'/><author><name>Natalie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pamDT0Q-_M0/TzAr1r6Yn5I/AAAAAAAAAeo/cdStk7HAyPo/s220/2012-01-26_15-17-28_453.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-867938229238769138.post-5964460365912996029</id><published>2008-04-29T14:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T14:57:35.527-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If Moses Attented an Inner City School....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'm an Equal Opportunity to Laugh kinda gal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;TEN COMMANDMENTS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. I'm God. Don't play me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;(I am the Lord thy God, thou shalt not have any other gods before me.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Don't be makin no hood ornaments and charms outta me, or like me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;(Thou shalt not! have any graven images) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Don't be callin' me for no reason&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;(Thou shalt not use the name of the Lord thy God in vain) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. Y'all betta be in church on Sunday,and not just the Sundays when it's Mother's day, Easter and Christmas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;(Remember to keep the Sabbath day holy)   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. Don't dis or cuss out yo momma...and if you know who ya daddy is, don't be dissin' him neither.(&lt;/strong&gt;Honor thy father and thy mother) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. Don't be goin' on no drive bys.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;(Thou shalt not kill)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. Stick to ya own Boo.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;(Thou shalt not commit adultery)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. Don't be borrow'n stuff and don't give it back.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;(Thou shalt not steal) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9. Don't be snitchin' on the otha'man to save your behind.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;(Thou shalt not bear false witness against thy brother)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10. Don't be eyein' (skeeming) yo homie's crib, ride, woman, or nuffin.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;(Thou shalt not covet anything that belongs to thy brother).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/867938229238769138-5964460365912996029?l=talietales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talietales.blogspot.com/feeds/5964460365912996029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=867938229238769138&amp;postID=5964460365912996029' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/867938229238769138/posts/default/5964460365912996029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/867938229238769138/posts/default/5964460365912996029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talietales.blogspot.com/2008/04/if-moses-attented-inner-city-school.html' title='If Moses Attented an Inner City School....'/><author><name>Natalie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pamDT0Q-_M0/TzAr1r6Yn5I/AAAAAAAAAeo/cdStk7HAyPo/s220/2012-01-26_15-17-28_453.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-867938229238769138.post-13529061943213572</id><published>2008-04-14T19:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T21:34:14.225-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Best Beaches in the World....ok, the USA.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8wQVRGcWmko/SAQqJ49ljJI/AAAAAAAAAGk/Ra78bUyOn3s/s1600-h/sandestin+beach+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189319020035542162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8wQVRGcWmko/SAQqJ49ljJI/AAAAAAAAAGk/Ra78bUyOn3s/s320/sandestin+beach+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sandestin Flordia&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8wQVRGcWmko/SAQnHY9ljAI/AAAAAAAAAFc/oaPQEYNN-DM/s1600-h/sandestin+beach.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189315678550985730" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 192px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 117px" height="148" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8wQVRGcWmko/SAQnHY9ljAI/AAAAAAAAAFc/oaPQEYNN-DM/s320/sandestin+beach.jpg" width="230" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, also known as The Emerald Coast, is right on the Gulf of Mexico. Water that shimmers like emeralds and pristine white beaches are only two of the many attractions this paradise has to offer. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nestled amongst the breath taking scenery lie&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8wQVRGcWmko/SAQuJo9ljUI/AAAAAAAAAH8/u0bs-6cjTNc/s1600-h/Sandestin+Fine+Dining.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189323413787086146" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 257px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 163px" height="153" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8wQVRGcWmko/SAQuJo9ljUI/AAAAAAAAAH8/u0bs-6cjTNc/s320/Sandestin+Fine+Dining.jpg" width="218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;s a plethora of both fine and casual dinning establishments. Favorites include Marlin Grill, Finz, Bistro Bijoux, The Marina, Sunset Charlies, and Another Broken Egg (For Breakfast). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Casual dining favorites include Bayou Bills Crab Shack, Elmos, Don Pablos, The Donut Hole, Busters, Hammerheads, ACME Oyster Bar (The best Crawfish PoBoy you'll ever put in your mouth), located in the quaint Villages of Baytowne Wharf (Pictured bellow), plus a dozen others. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189316185357126690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="185" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8wQVRGcWmko/SAQnk49ljCI/AAAAAAAAAFs/aaLVHwsiJ-0/s320/Baytown+Wharf+Night.jpg" width="279" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sandestin is also &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8wQVRGcWmko/SAQn2o9ljDI/AAAAAAAAAF0/KEBrPfyUFCI/s1600-h/sandestin+golf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189316490299804722" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8wQVRGcWmko/SAQn2o9ljDI/AAAAAAAAAF0/KEBrPfyUFCI/s320/sandestin+golf.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;home of Four championship golf courses making it one of Florida's top golf resorts and a golfers Paradise. These courses have won many awards including:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Top 75 Golf Resorts ~ Silver Medalist, Golf Magazine 2004,2006, 2008&lt;br /&gt;Top 75 Golf Resorts ~ Golf Digest, 2006&lt;br /&gt;Four 1/2 Stars ~ Golf Digest "Places To Play" 2006&lt;br /&gt;Gold Tee Award, Meetings &amp;amp; Conventions, 2002, 2003, 2004 - Meeting planners' choice for top golf and meeting hotels and resorts&lt;br /&gt;Top 100 Women’s Courses in the Country, Golf for Women&lt;br /&gt;Best Golf in Northwest Florida, Birmingham magazine &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sandestin also caters to shopaholics boasting over 100 designer and name brand factory outlet stores located at Silver Sands Factory Stores. With over 450,000 sq. ft of sh&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8wQVRGcWmko/SAQqV49ljKI/AAAAAAAAAGs/aNNyUE1QZRs/s1600-h/sandestin+silver+sands.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189319226193972386" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8wQVRGcWmko/SAQqV49ljKI/AAAAAAAAAGs/aNNyUE1QZRs/s320/sandestin+silver+sands.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;opping (and plans to expand to 700,000.) This is truly the perfect haven for attaining your fashion needs......and wants! Be sure and visit BCBG Max Azria, Michael Kors , Movado, Nautica, Nine West, Saks Fifth Avenue Off 5th, and Greg Norman among dozens of other stores. In between shopping you can dine at Carrabba's Italian Grill or cool down with an authentic gelato at San Gelato Cafe. Also, don't forget to stop by Harry and Davids for their world famous baked goods, candies, fruits and nuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189318719387831426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8wQVRGcWmko/SAQp4Y9ljII/AAAAAAAAAGc/irEPjH85hPo/s320/Sandestin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Make your plans now to enjoy this Heaven on earth. I've already made mine. I'll be sure and post more pictures when I get back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are some pictures of our past vacations to Sandestin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189319539726585010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8wQVRGcWmko/SAQqoI9ljLI/AAAAAAAAAG0/AEOJvvH3FC8/s320/Lorin+and+Gmi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189321455281999106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8wQVRGcWmko/SAQsXo9ljQI/AAAAAAAAAHc/eEgSSbDLhZs/s320/Sandestin+Mom+Ashley.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189321450987031778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8wQVRGcWmko/SAQsXY9ljOI/AAAAAAAAAHM/FdJ6kC19s-s/s320/Nat+and+Brook.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189322322865392930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8wQVRGcWmko/SAQtKI9ljSI/AAAAAAAAAHs/n4Zu0lxJ6Z8/s320/Peter+and+Elise+at+Beach.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189321446692064466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8wQVRGcWmko/SAQsXI9ljNI/AAAAAAAAAHE/rXxe0AmnC7U/s320/Nat+Ashley+and+Brooke.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189324019377474898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8wQVRGcWmko/SAQus49ljVI/AAAAAAAAAIE/DnAIx-0m5FQ/s320/Natalie+and+Lorin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8wQVRGcWmko/SAQuJY9ljTI/AAAAAAAAAH0/DaJpfmhXscs/s1600-h/Amy+Shaun+Kiss+Sandestin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189323409492118834" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8wQVRGcWmko/SAQuJY9ljTI/AAAAAAAAAH0/DaJpfmhXscs/s320/Amy+Shaun+Kiss+Sandestin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;A sunset kiss like this could only happen in Sandestin.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/867938229238769138-13529061943213572?l=talietales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talietales.blogspot.com/feeds/13529061943213572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=867938229238769138&amp;postID=13529061943213572' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/867938229238769138/posts/default/13529061943213572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/867938229238769138/posts/default/13529061943213572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talietales.blogspot.com/2008/04/best-beaches-in-worldok-usa.html' title='The Best Beaches in the World....ok, the USA.'/><author><name>Natalie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pamDT0Q-_M0/TzAr1r6Yn5I/AAAAAAAAAeo/cdStk7HAyPo/s220/2012-01-26_15-17-28_453.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8wQVRGcWmko/SAQqJ49ljJI/AAAAAAAAAGk/Ra78bUyOn3s/s72-c/sandestin+beach+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-867938229238769138.post-4857125015169203868</id><published>2008-04-09T23:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T00:22:05.401-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Soaking It Up!!</title><content type='html'>Yes, it's 1:30 a.m. and I can not go to sleep. Why? Because God has really put something on my heart and the more I think about it, the deeper it gets. It started last night at church during alter call. Bro. Wilbanks was praying and this burning thought branded my mind and my heart; and it has continued to do so all day today and tonight.&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been so deep in prayer that it seems that you can actually hear the thoughts of God and feel His heartbeat? Most of the time, when this happens, I am consumed with a huge weight..like the weight of the world is on my heart. I can almost feel the pain, grief and hurt that this world is consumed by and I feel such an urgency to reach them. It's like you are staring at a burning building and you can hear the screams and you are engulfed by the great need these people have to be rescued.&lt;br /&gt;Last night I felt this but it went deeper. It was more geared toward the Church body and our relationship with God. It felt that God was just wanted to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;saturate&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; every fiber of our being with Him but we were already soaked with so many things of this world that He couldn't fill us completely. I'm not really talking about sin but I'm referring to "stuff". Just plain old carnality in the literal sense of the word: cares of life, entertainment, Wal-Mart, McDonald's, Coke, Pepsi, Jobs, Houses...just all these little things that are woven into our daily life. It's these little things that can steal our focus without us really knowing it.&lt;br /&gt;When I was a little girl we had an above ground pool in our backyard and the chlorine would just kill our hair to the point that it would look like straw. I remember reading that in order to keep the water with the harmful chemicals out, you should wet your hair with pure water before getting into the pool. This would&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; saturate&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; your hair fibers so that there would not be room for your hair to soak up the water with the chemicals. This came to my mind last night and it felt like God was telling me the same thing. I need to be so &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;saturated&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; with Him that the things in the world that could be harmful to my soul or could distract me would not be able to  penetrate me.  It's when I get to this point that God can truly use me to reach those hurting souls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While all these thoughts were pouring through my heart I thought of the song "Lord, I'm Available To You". Here are the words in case you don't know it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Lord, I'm Available To You"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;V1&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You gave me my hands &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To reach out to man &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To show him Your love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And Your perfect plan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You gave me my ears&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can hear Your voice so clear&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can hear the cry of sinners&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But can I wipe away their tears?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lord, I'm available to You&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My will I give to You&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'll do what you say &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Do use me Lord&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To show someone the way&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And enable me to say&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My storage in empty&lt;br /&gt;And I am available to You&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;V2.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You gave me my voice&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To speak Your word&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To sing of Your Praises&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To those who've never heard&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But with my eye I see a need&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For more availability&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I see hearts that have been broken&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So many people to be freed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;v3.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now I'm giving back to You&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All the tools You gave to me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My hands, my ears, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My voice , my eyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So You can use them as You please&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have emptied out my cup&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So that You can fill it up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now I'm free and I just want to be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;More available to You.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ch/End.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lord, I'm available to You&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My will I give to You&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'll do what You say&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Do use me Lord&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To show someone the way&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And enable me to say&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My storage is empty &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I am available...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My storage is empty&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I am available...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My storage is empty&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I am available to You&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;When I read the first definition of the word "Saturate" my mind was completely blown.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Saturate:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="javascript:lookWord("&gt;&lt;/a&gt;1 : to &lt;strong&gt;satisfy fully&lt;/strong&gt; : &lt;a href="javascript:lookWord("&gt;&lt;/a&gt;2 : to treat, furnish, or charge with something to the point where &lt;strong&gt;no more can be absorbed, dissolved, or retained &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;water&gt;3 a : &lt;strong&gt;to fill completely with something that permeates or pervades&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;book&gt;b : to load to capacity 4 : &lt;strong&gt;to cause to combine till there is no further tendency to combine .&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to be so Saturated, Satisfied, Permeated, Pervaded, Combined with God that there is room for nothing else!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/867938229238769138-4857125015169203868?l=talietales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talietales.blogspot.com/feeds/4857125015169203868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=867938229238769138&amp;postID=4857125015169203868' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/867938229238769138/posts/default/4857125015169203868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/867938229238769138/posts/default/4857125015169203868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talietales.blogspot.com/2008/04/soaking-it-up.html' title='Soaking It Up!!'/><author><name>Natalie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pamDT0Q-_M0/TzAr1r6Yn5I/AAAAAAAAAeo/cdStk7HAyPo/s220/2012-01-26_15-17-28_453.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-867938229238769138.post-8361979834589737004</id><published>2008-04-09T08:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T08:48:12.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Easter Everyone!! (Ok, I'm a little late...)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8wQVRGcWmko/R_zeNwtcvpI/AAAAAAAAAEU/0AYjFNlkXsw/s1600-h/lorin+easter+dress.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187265198819163794" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 276px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" height="214" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8wQVRGcWmko/R_zeNwtcvpI/AAAAAAAAAEU/0AYjFNlkXsw/s320/lorin+easter+dress.jpg" width="294" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lorin had a GREAT time this Easter. Though it was her second Easter, she really didn't know what was going on during the first one so this one was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;sooo&lt;/span&gt; much fun. My mom and I made her Easter Basket and it turned out pretty awesome (if I do say so myself). She was in her Easter dress at first, just for pictures, but she was about to get into a seriously "sticky situation" so she got striped her down to her diaper. Oh, my child now wants to eat Jelly Beans 24/7.... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Kiddy&lt;/span&gt; Crack anyone? After &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8wQVRGcWmko/R_zh2AtcvvI/AAAAAAAAAFE/KZlfzsAifMw/s1600-h/Lorin+Playing+with+Easter+Basket.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187269188843781874" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 281px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 179px" height="206" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8wQVRGcWmko/R_zh2AtcvvI/AAAAAAAAAFE/KZlfzsAifMw/s320/Lorin+Playing+with+Easter+Basket.jpg" width="314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Church, we came home at ate a wonderful Easter Lunch that my mom made. Ham, Mac&amp;amp;Cheese, Green Beans, Squash, Slaw, Rolls...it was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Easter Basket&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8wQVRGcWmko/R_zfBQtcvqI/AAAAAAAAAEc/So5L3Oh6RFc/s1600-h/Easter+Basket.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187266083582426786" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8wQVRGcWmko/R_zfBQtcvqI/AAAAAAAAAEc/So5L3Oh6RFc/s320/Easter+Basket.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dancing With Nana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8wQVRGcWmko/R_zf4AtcvsI/AAAAAAAAAEs/XiIyAaujjiM/s1600-h/Lorin+Easter+Dancing+With+Nana.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187267024180264642" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8wQVRGcWmko/R_zf4AtcvsI/AAAAAAAAAEs/XiIyAaujjiM/s320/Lorin+Easter+Dancing+With+Nana.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At The Botanical Gardens&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8wQVRGcWmko/R_zgQwtcvtI/AAAAAAAAAE0/nCjPXH0odBs/s1600-h/Lorin+Easter+Gate.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187267449382026962" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8wQVRGcWmko/R_zgQwtcvtI/AAAAAAAAAE0/nCjPXH0odBs/s320/Lorin+Easter+Gate.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paw Paw showing Lorin her Easter Basket&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8wQVRGcWmko/R_zhMgtcvuI/AAAAAAAAAE8/RiTA7bgEJKE/s1600-h/PawPaw+Showes+Lorin+Basket.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187268475879210722" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8wQVRGcWmko/R_zhMgtcvuI/AAAAAAAAAE8/RiTA7bgEJKE/s320/PawPaw+Showes+Lorin+Basket.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jelly Beans and Paw Paw...it doesn't get any better than this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8wQVRGcWmko/R_ziSwtcvwI/AAAAAAAAAFM/H9-XUaIl7lI/s1600-h/PawPaw+and+Lorin+Easter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187269682765020930" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8wQVRGcWmko/R_ziSwtcvwI/AAAAAAAAAFM/H9-XUaIl7lI/s320/PawPaw+and+Lorin+Easter.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/867938229238769138-8361979834589737004?l=talietales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talietales.blogspot.com/feeds/8361979834589737004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=867938229238769138&amp;postID=8361979834589737004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/867938229238769138/posts/default/8361979834589737004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/867938229238769138/posts/default/8361979834589737004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talietales.blogspot.com/2008/04/happy-easter-everyone-ok-im-little-late.html' title='Happy Easter Everyone!! (Ok, I&apos;m a little late...)'/><author><name>Natalie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pamDT0Q-_M0/TzAr1r6Yn5I/AAAAAAAAAeo/cdStk7HAyPo/s220/2012-01-26_15-17-28_453.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8wQVRGcWmko/R_zeNwtcvpI/AAAAAAAAAEU/0AYjFNlkXsw/s72-c/lorin+easter+dress.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-867938229238769138.post-6482773639873121494</id><published>2008-04-04T09:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T09:42:07.528-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So Sorry!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Okay&lt;/span&gt;, I am probably the worst blogger out there.  I'm so sorry that I haven't posted a blog in a while. I'm just now getting over &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;bronchitis&lt;/span&gt; and frankly, I haven't felt like doing much of anything for the past week and a half.  PLEASE FORGIVE ME! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;.  I do have a TON of pictures of Lorin to post from Easter and from the New Church building so those will be coming along shorty.  I would put them on now but I'm not at home,  therefor I do not have access to all the photos.   I promise it won't be long!  Until then, keep checking back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/867938229238769138-6482773639873121494?l=talietales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talietales.blogspot.com/feeds/6482773639873121494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=867938229238769138&amp;postID=6482773639873121494' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/867938229238769138/posts/default/6482773639873121494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/867938229238769138/posts/default/6482773639873121494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talietales.blogspot.com/2008/04/so-sorry.html' title='So Sorry!'/><author><name>Natalie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pamDT0Q-_M0/TzAr1r6Yn5I/AAAAAAAAAeo/cdStk7HAyPo/s220/2012-01-26_15-17-28_453.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-867938229238769138.post-309396951601337197</id><published>2008-03-23T20:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T20:57:04.362-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If Moses had been from Alabama......</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;The 10 Injunctions&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.) Ya'll Have No Other god's b'fore Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.) No Makn' Idols&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.) When Ya'll Use My Name Y' Better Mean It&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.) Lay Off the Trail One Day A Week&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.) Mind Yer Ma n' Pa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.) No Killin Folks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.) Dance With Who Brung Ya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.) No Swipin'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.) No Lyin'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;10.) No Hankerin For Things That Ain't Yours&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/867938229238769138-309396951601337197?l=talietales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talietales.blogspot.com/feeds/309396951601337197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=867938229238769138&amp;postID=309396951601337197' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/867938229238769138/posts/default/309396951601337197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/867938229238769138/posts/default/309396951601337197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talietales.blogspot.com/2008/03/if-moses-had-been-from-alabama.html' title='If Moses had been from Alabama......'/><author><name>Natalie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pamDT0Q-_M0/TzAr1r6Yn5I/AAAAAAAAAeo/cdStk7HAyPo/s220/2012-01-26_15-17-28_453.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-867938229238769138.post-7732629401223158858</id><published>2008-03-18T08:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T21:13:36.821-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lorin's First 2 Toddler Dress</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8wQVRGcWmko/R-CSpdD3KBI/AAAAAAAAAEI/E3z-qegQ9BE/s1600-h/Lorin2tsteps.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179300812349188114" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="280" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8wQVRGcWmko/R-CSpdD3KBI/AAAAAAAAAEI/E3z-qegQ9BE/s320/Lorin2tsteps.jpg" width="303" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is Lorin in her first 2 toddler size dress. It's one of my faves but it also makes me sad that she is growing up so fast! BUT no, I am NOT ready for another one!! If I have my way, unless God &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;intervenes&lt;/span&gt;, Lorin will be an only child....a spoiled rotten only child. Seriously, I am not a multi-task kind of gal, Lorin would be all gorgeous in her little outfit while the other child would be in a t-shirt with a snotty nose or something. It's kind of like those "Do One Thing and Do it Well" commercials where you see Randy's Doughnuts and Law &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Serv&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8wQVRGcWmko/R-CSNND3KAI/AAAAAAAAAEA/yvfJy3_Elow/s1600-h/lroin2tsmellingflower2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179300327017883650" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 318px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 283px" height="234" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8wQVRGcWmko/R-CSNND3KAI/AAAAAAAAAEA/yvfJy3_Elow/s320/lroin2tsmellingflower2.jpg" width="268" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ice.....I just need to stick to Lorin and make sure she &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;turns&lt;/span&gt; out right. I salute you mom's who can handle more than one. TINA, you amaze me!! I stand in awe that you can do all you do and still DO AN AWESOME JOB at it! My brain hurts just trying to figure out how you do it. Well, church was awesome tonight and I'm &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;exhausted&lt;/span&gt; so I am going to bed..and to all you Cornerstone Revivalist out there...."IT'S TIME TO GET IN THE FLOW!".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8wQVRGcWmko/R-CSNND3KAI/AAAAAAAAAEA/yvfJy3_Elow/s1600-h/lroin2tsmellingflower2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8wQVRGcWmko/R-CSNND3KAI/AAAAAAAAAEA/yvfJy3_Elow/s1600-h/lroin2tsmellingflower2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/867938229238769138-7732629401223158858?l=talietales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talietales.blogspot.com/feeds/7732629401223158858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=867938229238769138&amp;postID=7732629401223158858' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/867938229238769138/posts/default/7732629401223158858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/867938229238769138/posts/default/7732629401223158858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talietales.blogspot.com/2008/03/lorins-first-2-toddler-dress.html' title='Lorin&apos;s First 2 Toddler Dress'/><author><name>Natalie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pamDT0Q-_M0/TzAr1r6Yn5I/AAAAAAAAAeo/cdStk7HAyPo/s220/2012-01-26_15-17-28_453.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8wQVRGcWmko/R-CSpdD3KBI/AAAAAAAAAEI/E3z-qegQ9BE/s72-c/Lorin2tsteps.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-867938229238769138.post-8790774976260174133</id><published>2008-03-13T10:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T20:53:25.425-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Pentecostals Are Coming!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8wQVRGcWmko/R9lqHtD3J-I/AAAAAAAAADw/iidS3_IfiTg/s1600-h/CRC.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177285927226517474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8wQVRGcWmko/R9lqHtD3J-I/AAAAAAAAADw/iidS3_IfiTg/s320/CRC.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Where there is no vision, the people parish: but he that keepeth the law, happy is he."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Proverbs 29:18&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;VISION 400 and beyond.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Prophesy has been given and is now being fulfilled. The Church is being built. I truly believe that Cornerstone Revival Center will be the catalyst for the greatest revival the state of Alabama has ever seen. But it wont stop there. This revival is going to catapult the whole Southeast into a frenzy of Holy Ghost Fire. But it wont stop there. It will spread through the United States, past the borders of this country, into every corner of the earth; until every being has been touched by this Apostolic, One God, Jesus Name message. The Devil can not stop it, Denominal Religion can not bring it to an end. Dignitaries can't stop it. Backsliders will not stop it but will be restored into the Kingdom of God. Doubt will not quench it for doubt will be SHOUTED OUT! We are turning the tables on hell! SATAN YOUR KINGDOM IS COMING DOWN. Get Ready Cullman, Alabama...THE PENTECOSTALS ARE HERE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/867938229238769138-8790774976260174133?l=talietales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talietales.blogspot.com/feeds/8790774976260174133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=867938229238769138&amp;postID=8790774976260174133' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/867938229238769138/posts/default/8790774976260174133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/867938229238769138/posts/default/8790774976260174133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talietales.blogspot.com/2008/03/pentecostals-are-coming.html' title='The Pentecostals Are Coming!!'/><author><name>Natalie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pamDT0Q-_M0/TzAr1r6Yn5I/AAAAAAAAAeo/cdStk7HAyPo/s220/2012-01-26_15-17-28_453.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8wQVRGcWmko/R9lqHtD3J-I/AAAAAAAAADw/iidS3_IfiTg/s72-c/CRC.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-867938229238769138.post-512004791254458965</id><published>2008-03-12T08:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T09:09:21.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Here's to Friends!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8wQVRGcWmko/R9f2C9D3J3I/AAAAAAAAAC4/Kdpk4tHo3iQ/s1600-h/PeterandElyse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176876827296606066" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 294px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 218px" height="218" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8wQVRGcWmko/R9f2C9D3J3I/AAAAAAAAAC4/Kdpk4tHo3iQ/s320/PeterandElyse.jpg" width="148" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Peter and Elyse&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Peter and I grew up together and Elyse and I use to hang out back in our High School (Crazy) days (though we didn't attend the same one). I have many &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;hilarious&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;memories&lt;/span&gt; with both these two and now they are married!!!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;. It's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;su&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8wQVRGcWmko/R9f2StD3J4I/AAAAAAAAADA/p9N7YQDbx4M/s1600-h/Lorinwithpeter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176877097879545730" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="187" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8wQVRGcWmko/R9f2StD3J4I/AAAAAAAAADA/p9N7YQDbx4M/s320/Lorinwithpeter.jpg" width="251" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ch a small world. Not only that BUT they just found out, last Thursday, that they are expecting their FIRST baby! I'm So excited!! Another little Magnolia baby! (I'm &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;secretly&lt;/span&gt; hoping for a girl &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;) Anyway, they are going to be GREAT parents..Lorin loves them both and we all know that is HUGE..she doesn't gel with just anybody. Plus, Peter and Elyse are both full of the Holy Ghost and will be training this baby up RIGHT! Well, congrats you two. I love you both! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ashley and Butch&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8wQVRGcWmko/R9f4MdD3J5I/AAAAAAAAADI/eVs1r4RSZo4/s1600-h/Lorinwithhergodparents.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176879189528618898" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 148px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 208px" height="244" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8wQVRGcWmko/R9f4MdD3J5I/AAAAAAAAADI/eVs1r4RSZo4/s320/Lorinwithhergodparents.jpg" width="158" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ashley is my dearest and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;bestest&lt;/span&gt; friend! (Here in the South we have good, better, best, and then &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;bestest&lt;/span&gt;) I'm pretty sure there are pictures floating around somewhere of me holding her when I was little and she was a new born! That is how far we go back. She and her awesome husband, Butch, pastor an Apostolic church in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Ceterville&lt;/span&gt;, Alabama and God has/IS using them &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;mightily&lt;/span&gt; in that city. They both have such a burden and a vision for not only &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Centerville&lt;/span&gt; but the whole state of Alabama. REVIVAL IS NOW!!! Not only are Butch and Ashley some of our closest and dearest friends, they are also &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Lorins&lt;/span&gt; Godparents! I couldn't trust anyone more to insure the right path for my daughter in case Tristan, myself and my parents are no longer here. (Just so you know...Butch is holding &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Ashleys&lt;/span&gt; purse so she can hold Lorin...that is NOT his purse!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nathan and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Tayna&lt;/span&gt; Harris&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8wQVRGcWmko/R9f6etD3J6I/AAAAAAAAADQ/G3jXy1Vn6NA/s1600-h/Lorin+with+Tanya+and+Nathan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176881702084487074" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 254px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 211px" height="206" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8wQVRGcWmko/R9f6etD3J6I/AAAAAAAAADQ/G3jXy1Vn6NA/s320/Lorin+with+Tanya+and+Nathan.jpg" width="262" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tanya and I were &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;roomies&lt;/span&gt; in Bible School. ...and the world will NEVER be the same &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;. I have so many funny stories with this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;chicka&lt;/span&gt;! There isn't enough room to even START to write it in this blog. She and her Husband Nathan have been doing an awesome work in Spain and now they are going to have a baby soon! I can't wait to see them again. Here is a picture taken when they came into town last year. Of course, being the good Texans we are , we went to a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Mexican&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;restaurant&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kenneth and Chantelle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8wQVRGcWmko/R9f8ftD3J7I/AAAAAAAAADY/n0DAKmKy5pA/s1600-h/channyandkenny.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176883918287611826" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="186" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8wQVRGcWmko/R9f8ftD3J7I/AAAAAAAAADY/n0DAKmKy5pA/s320/channyandkenny.jpg" width="129" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A match made in Heaven with a little help from yours truly! Yes, I'm the matchmaker!! 6 years and 2 kids later I'd say it went well lol. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kenneth and I grew up together in Alabama. Chantelle and I were roomies in Bible College and had a BLAST together! If I ever need to just "Get Real", I call Chantelle...she has a unique way of putting things in perspective lol. I'm so glad she lives in Alabama now...even though I still don't ever get to see her!! Tristan and I have so much fun when we are able to get together with these two (4)!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Drea and David NUTT.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8wQVRGcWmko/R9f_59D3J8I/AAAAAAAAADg/H5E-7WptHjs/s1600-h/drea%26David.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176887667794061250" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 251px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 184px" height="152" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8wQVRGcWmko/R9f_59D3J8I/AAAAAAAAADg/H5E-7WptHjs/s320/drea%26David.jpg" width="251" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, they are BOTH Nuts lol. Drea is sooo very musicaly talented, she sings and plays the piano beautifuly. Not only was she also a roomie of mine in Bible College, she and Tanya are sisters. Andrea, Tanya, Chantelle and I had the greatest time. I couldn't have asked for better roomates! Who else would have thrown my gurdle at my Husaband, right after our wedding, as we were leaving our appartment for our Honeymoon? THANKS DREA!!!!! lol. This is a picture with their GORGEOUS little girl. Isabella, who is going to have a new sister soon!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/867938229238769138-512004791254458965?l=talietales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talietales.blogspot.com/feeds/512004791254458965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=867938229238769138&amp;postID=512004791254458965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/867938229238769138/posts/default/512004791254458965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/867938229238769138/posts/default/512004791254458965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talietales.blogspot.com/2008/03/heres-to-friends.html' title='Here&apos;s to Friends!'/><author><name>Natalie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pamDT0Q-_M0/TzAr1r6Yn5I/AAAAAAAAAeo/cdStk7HAyPo/s220/2012-01-26_15-17-28_453.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8wQVRGcWmko/R9f2C9D3J3I/AAAAAAAAAC4/Kdpk4tHo3iQ/s72-c/PeterandElyse.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-867938229238769138.post-7322689915316296906</id><published>2008-03-01T10:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-01T11:11:19.527-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lorin Grace Hood</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8wQVRGcWmko/R8mgAMY9GNI/AAAAAAAAABI/b2XSMXGnKdo/s1600-h/t+and+n.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172841572198062290" style="WIDTH: 105px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 122px" height="272" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8wQVRGcWmko/R8mgAMY9GNI/AAAAAAAAABI/b2XSMXGnKdo/s320/t+and+n.JPG" width="230" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172841722521917666" style="WIDTH: 147px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 130px" height="139" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8wQVRGcWmko/R8mgI8Y9GOI/AAAAAAAAABQ/zQv1RgjNd0c/s320/Equal%252520Sign.gif" width="167" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8wQVRGcWmko/R8mh-cY9GQI/AAAAAAAAABg/RijJM2YjJhE/s1600-h/Lorin+At+4+Secondsb%26w.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172843741156546818" style="WIDTH: 121px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 128px" height="269" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8wQVRGcWmko/R8mh-cY9GQI/AAAAAAAAABg/RijJM2YjJhE/s320/Lorin+At+4+Secondsb%26w.JPG" width="215" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Lorin Grace Hood&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;"Baby Girl" &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Born May 3, 2006 @ 12:25 p.m.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Doctors Banks and Gray Presiding&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8wQVRGcWmko/R8mp98Y9GWI/AAAAAAAAACQ/EIoujasufjg/s1600-h/Window+to+the+Soul.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172852528659634530" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 194px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 193px" height="245" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8wQVRGcWmko/R8mp98Y9GWI/AAAAAAAAACQ/EIoujasufjg/s320/Window+to+the+Soul.jpg" width="251" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8wQVRGcWmko/R8mnbMY9GVI/AAAAAAAAACI/aO458xWfdmE/s1600-h/Window+to+the+Soul.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What words can I possibly use to describe Lorin Grace? She leaves me speechless, on countless occasions, with her astounding intelligence and beauty. She is destine to be great and go far in the Kingdom of God. Lorin is 21 months old now and can use the potty, count to five, pray, and dance among many other thing. Furthermore, her vocabulary is extensive for her age. She is constantly amazing her Pediatrician, Dr. Levin, who often parades her around his office; showing her off to the staff and other clients. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Lorin is constantly observing the world around her and imitating the people she comes in contact with. Is it any wonder I'm so selective in regards to her circle of influence? If I were to let her observe a negative influence, she would grasp that concept immediately and imitate it. Tristan and I have firmly placed a "G" rating viewing guide in our home for this reason and many others. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/867938229238769138-7322689915316296906?l=talietales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talietales.blogspot.com/feeds/7322689915316296906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=867938229238769138&amp;postID=7322689915316296906' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/867938229238769138/posts/default/7322689915316296906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/867938229238769138/posts/default/7322689915316296906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talietales.blogspot.com/2008/03/lorin-grace-hood.html' title='Lorin Grace Hood'/><author><name>Natalie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pamDT0Q-_M0/TzAr1r6Yn5I/AAAAAAAAAeo/cdStk7HAyPo/s220/2012-01-26_15-17-28_453.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8wQVRGcWmko/R8mgAMY9GNI/AAAAAAAAABI/b2XSMXGnKdo/s72-c/t+and+n.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-867938229238769138.post-7480911334772130848</id><published>2008-03-01T09:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-01T10:26:25.030-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Tale of Two Loves</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8wQVRGcWmko/R8mejMY9GMI/AAAAAAAAABA/6ckT9WZUrFs/s1600-h/love.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172839974470228162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8wQVRGcWmko/R8mejMY9GMI/AAAAAAAAABA/6ckT9WZUrFs/s320/love.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I would like to dedicate this blog to my wonderful husband and my incredibly intelligent and beautiful daughter. Without these two marvels there is no telling where my life would be or the extent of dullness that would consume it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8wQVRGcWmko/R8mbfcY9GJI/AAAAAAAAAAo/xDLqou70Xak/s1600-h/Tristan+%26+Natalie+3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172836611510835346" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8wQVRGcWmko/R8mbfcY9GJI/AAAAAAAAAAo/xDLqou70Xak/s320/Tristan+%26+Natalie+3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Heaven Brought Them Together I Suppose". - C. K. Dexter Haven (Cary Grant in The Philadelphia Story)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8wQVRGcWmko/R8mdoMY9GLI/AAAAAAAAAA4/2Zge9uHYZiM/s1600-h/dietcvdrpepper.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172838960857946290" style="WIDTH: 148px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 85px" height="81" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8wQVRGcWmko/R8mdoMY9GLI/AAAAAAAAAA4/2Zge9uHYZiM/s320/dietcvdrpepper.jpg" width="82" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I fell in love with Tristan on Friday, February 13th 2004 at around 9:00 p.m.&lt;/strong&gt; Our church Valentines &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Banquet was the following night and I was frantically applying last minute decorative touches to the Fellowship Hall. I had been working steadily for five hours and was completely parched with nothing to drink in sight. All of a sudden, my knight in shining armour showed up with a taste of pure Heaven... an ice cold, water droplet dripping, Diet Cherry Vanilla Dr. Pepper. It was love at first sight. How could I resist his proposal to be his date for the Valentine Banquet? When he proposed marriage to me, it was at my favorite spot in Birmingham.....The Gate. As we sat there in the twilight overlooking the Magic City, Tristan asked me to be his wife. Again, I couldn't resist, especially when he promised to buy me Prada shoes for the rest of my days! hehe. Momma didn't raise no fool!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8wQVRGcWmko/R8mcJ8Y9GKI/AAAAAAAAAAw/77rpW8JcQTI/s1600-h/Tristan+%26+Natalie+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172837341655275682" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 202px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px" height="340" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8wQVRGcWmko/R8mcJ8Y9GKI/AAAAAAAAAAw/77rpW8JcQTI/s320/Tristan+%26+Natalie+2.JPG" width="240" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a picture from the Valentines Banquet that following night.....don't we look so skinny and young?!?!?!? (Yes, I blew all those Balloons up!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/867938229238769138-7480911334772130848?l=talietales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talietales.blogspot.com/feeds/7480911334772130848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=867938229238769138&amp;postID=7480911334772130848' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/867938229238769138/posts/default/7480911334772130848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/867938229238769138/posts/default/7480911334772130848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talietales.blogspot.com/2008/03/tale-of-two-loves.html' title='The Tale of Two Loves'/><author><name>Natalie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pamDT0Q-_M0/TzAr1r6Yn5I/AAAAAAAAAeo/cdStk7HAyPo/s220/2012-01-26_15-17-28_453.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8wQVRGcWmko/R8mejMY9GMI/AAAAAAAAABA/6ckT9WZUrFs/s72-c/love.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-867938229238769138.post-1003625096597711806</id><published>2008-02-29T13:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-07T20:03:02.608-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='loss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='death'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Missing Jimmy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8wQVRGcWmko/R9IP5tD3J1I/AAAAAAAAACo/oI9aKnivS-o/s1600-h/jimmy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175216405824874322" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8wQVRGcWmko/R9IP5tD3J1I/AAAAAAAAACo/oI9aKnivS-o/s320/jimmy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8wQVRGcWmko/R8lpIcY9GFI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ha21QYJ9sws/s1600-h/bff.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://talietales.blogspot.com/#main"&gt;skip to main &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://talietales.blogspot.com/#sidebar"&gt;skip to sidebar&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Talie&lt;/span&gt; Tale's&lt;br /&gt;Friday, February 29, 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="1003625096597711806"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://talietales.blogspot.com/2008/02/missing-jimmy.html"&gt;Missing Jimmy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While creating my first Blog, I thought it ironic that it was the 8 year anniversary of the viewing for my best friend’s home going (Yes, his viewing was on Leap Day). In light of this, I found it fitting to do a tribute in his memory for those who knew him and those who missed out on such a joyful and fulfilling opportunity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;James Michael &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Pintaro&lt;/span&gt;, aka Jimmy, was the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;bestest&lt;/span&gt; friend a girl (or guy) could have. Jimmy was born with a rare bone disease called &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Osteogenisis&lt;/span&gt; but It didn't occurred to me that it should matter. I never saw or thought of him as being different, he was always Jimmy; my best friend. Jimmy moved to Birmingham with his family when I was a little girl and attended the same church that my family attended. Even when the Church split, in many different directions, we ended up in the same place. Jimmy's younger sister, Tina, and my older sister, Amy, were (are) best friends so I partially have them to thank for the friendship Jimmy and I developed over the years. When they didn't want the "little bratty sister" around (and I was, I can't deny it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;) Jimmy was always there for me to talk and hang out with. I remember many occasions when my parents would go out of town and my sister and I would stay with the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Pintaros&lt;/span&gt; at their home in Alabaster. The years went by and our friendship grew. Yes, we had our rough spots but we always forgave and forgot as true friends do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fleeting memories overtake me even as I type this blog.....me crying on Jimmy's shoulder about one guy or another and Jimmy always being there, steady as Gibraltar. Making banners at my Dad's office to take to the Hospital and hang in Jimmy's room. Going to the Galleria and having the BEST time wheeling Jimmy around, playing pranks on onlookers (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Starebears&lt;/span&gt; we use to call them while we snickered). One of my many favorite memories was going to Peter’s house with Jimmy and playing NBA &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Jamz&lt;/span&gt; (I was a tomboy) on Peters Sega...or Nintendo....whichever it was. Here these two boys were in the middle of a "Slam Dunk" competition thinking they were going to get a good laugh when I asked if I could try....I got perfect 10's on my first attempt...ha! I remember the green dress I bought that Jimmy picked out at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Yeildings&lt;/span&gt; Department Store in Eastwood Mall. Oh, how I wish I still had that dress....and that I could still fit it in if I did, it was a size 8!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day while at Jimmy's house, a lizard ran past us and it seemed Jimmy was going to have a heart attack right then and there! Imagine an 18 year old guy being saved by this little, blond haired wisp of a girl (that would be me). I caught the blue tailed lizard in a brass potter and took it outside to set it free. Though, while I may have saved Jimmy from a few lizards, he was truly the hero, saving me from a lifetime of hurt and pain by steering me away from the wrong guy(s). Sometime I followed his advice, sometimes not, but he was always right in the end. Hindsight tells me that I should have listened more often than not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sad day came that my best friend moved away. Knoxville, Tn was only a three hour drive from Birmingham but when I moved to Houston, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Tx&lt;/span&gt; to attend Bible College, the three hour drive turned into 12. We stayed in touch, however, corresponding via email and telephone calls; our friendship never wavered. Jimmy would write, begging me to come and visit knowing that his health was failing, however, I was naive and didn't truly believe that anything would ever separate us permanently. So, I didn't take the time to go as often as I wish I would have. One night, while kneeling down in the little prayer room they had in the Girls Dorm area, I decided to just be honest with God. (It's silly that we sometimes find it hard to be honest with the One who knows us better than we know ourselves). I told God that giving up Jimmy seemed impossible. No matter how much I knew, that I should be the good little Christian girl who was full of faith and meekness and say "Thy will be done"; I couldn't bring myself to utter those four little words. In my heart I knew that it would be a lie and that God was aware that I would not mean those words in the least. But God has a way of changing our point of view, doesn't He?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spring break came and I decided to go visit my best friend. I wasn't really prepared for the shock of seeing how much the disease had had its toll on Jimmy but my shock quickly diminished and was replaced by the joy of being reunited with my best friend. Jimmy couldn't walk much anymore, he was confined to a wheelchair most of the time but we still had a great time. It was during this visit that I was able to truly put Jimmy in the hands of God. Jimmy had never been "spiritual" while we were growing up but now he was a pillar of everything Christ-like. Strong, Loving, Generous, Kind ...go through the gifts of the Spirit in your mind and that is what emanated from Jimmy. One evening, after he had gotten ready for bed, I stood beside his hospital bed (in his house) and he told me that he was ready for heaven. The pain was bad, the seizures were intolerable and he just wanted to go Home. For the first time, I realized how selfish I had been. So consumed was I with my wants, my feelings, my hurts and my needs that I hadn't thought about how hard it was on Jimmy to live this life. I let him go that night.&lt;br /&gt;A few months after my visit, on February 27&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; 2000, I got the call that Jimmy had passed away. He saw angels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still cry because I miss him so much. I'm crying now as I type this blog. It's been 8 years yet the pain of losing him stays fresh in my heart. There are some hurts that time can not heal, nor do I wish it to; for to heal is to forget and I will NEVER forget Jimmy. I went back to visit his parents a year after his death, everyone kept telling me that I needed closure. The first thing I did when I walked in his room was hug his clothes and smell them. Sister Mary (Jimmy's Mom) told me that it's the first thing everyone did when they walked into his room. The truth of the matter is this, the book that is Jimmy's life will never close. He's dancing with the angels now, worshiping at the throne of Jesus, the greatest of his stories has yet been told. I can't wait to see him again so I can hear what he's been doing all these years. I know that in heaven the first few hours, days or however long will be spent at the feet of my wonderful Savior but after that, I'm going to find Jimmy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/867938229238769138-1003625096597711806?l=talietales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talietales.blogspot.com/feeds/1003625096597711806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=867938229238769138&amp;postID=1003625096597711806' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/867938229238769138/posts/default/1003625096597711806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/867938229238769138/posts/default/1003625096597711806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talietales.blogspot.com/2008/02/missing-jimmy.html' title='Missing Jimmy'/><author><name>Natalie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pamDT0Q-_M0/TzAr1r6Yn5I/AAAAAAAAAeo/cdStk7HAyPo/s220/2012-01-26_15-17-28_453.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8wQVRGcWmko/R9IP5tD3J1I/AAAAAAAAACo/oI9aKnivS-o/s72-c/jimmy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
