<?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-17160568</id><updated>2012-02-02T23:06:11.004-05:00</updated><category term='Kindergarten Class'/><category term='Cheer'/><title type='text'>Christine's Thoughts</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinemaichelesthoughts050267.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17160568/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinemaichelesthoughts050267.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13099132652597196658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>58</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17160568.post-8022495801564536744</id><published>2008-06-20T21:37:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T21:37:55.180-04:00</updated><title type='text'>hanging with the kids</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6ujsEwHz0JY/SFxbcwitrHI/AAAAAAAAAFk/TuZj7FTrxiA/s1600-h/bm-image-775182.jpe"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6ujsEwHz0JY/SFxbcwitrHI/AAAAAAAAAFk/TuZj7FTrxiA/s320/bm-image-775182.jpe"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214143018213158002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;i got to watch the kids while my sister and husband went on a date.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17160568-8022495801564536744?l=christinemaichelesthoughts050267.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinemaichelesthoughts050267.blogspot.com/feeds/8022495801564536744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17160568&amp;postID=8022495801564536744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17160568/posts/default/8022495801564536744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17160568/posts/default/8022495801564536744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinemaichelesthoughts050267.blogspot.com/2008/06/hanging-with-kids.html' title='hanging with the kids'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13099132652597196658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6ujsEwHz0JY/SFxbcwitrHI/AAAAAAAAAFk/TuZj7FTrxiA/s72-c/bm-image-775182.jpe' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17160568.post-7258577911717168162</id><published>2008-06-05T21:24:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T21:24:57.370-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Cheer Monkey</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6ujsEwHz0JY/SEiR6V0xskI/AAAAAAAAAFc/ZfP0audFJGk/s1600-h/bm-image-797373.jpe"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6ujsEwHz0JY/SEiR6V0xskI/AAAAAAAAAFc/ZfP0audFJGk/s320/bm-image-797373.jpe"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208573400530924098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;this is my gift from my cheerleaders. they called me their cheer monkey. one of the girls called me that instead of cheer mommy. lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17160568-7258577911717168162?l=christinemaichelesthoughts050267.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinemaichelesthoughts050267.blogspot.com/feeds/7258577911717168162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17160568&amp;postID=7258577911717168162' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17160568/posts/default/7258577911717168162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17160568/posts/default/7258577911717168162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinemaichelesthoughts050267.blogspot.com/2008/06/cheer-monkey.html' title='Cheer Monkey'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13099132652597196658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6ujsEwHz0JY/SEiR6V0xskI/AAAAAAAAAFc/ZfP0audFJGk/s72-c/bm-image-797373.jpe' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17160568.post-4774630661714237170</id><published>2008-04-08T21:57:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T21:57:06.484-04:00</updated><title type='text'>i love my cereal</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6ujsEwHz0JY/R_wicrRlKhI/AAAAAAAAAFU/Gigce3g8FNw/s1600-h/bm-image-726486.jpe"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6ujsEwHz0JY/R_wicrRlKhI/AAAAAAAAAFU/Gigce3g8FNw/s320/bm-image-726486.jpe"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187058746872113682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17160568-4774630661714237170?l=christinemaichelesthoughts050267.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6ujsEwHz0JY/R_wicrRlKhI/AAAAAAAAAFU/Gigce3g8FNw/s72-c/bm-image-726486.jpe' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17160568.post-7886257390418844598</id><published>2008-04-08T21:54:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T21:54:17.412-04:00</updated><title type='text'>yummy cereal</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6ujsEwHz0JY/R_whybRlKgI/AAAAAAAAAFM/3IEuXTQcQAc/s1600-h/bm-image-757414.jpe"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6ujsEwHz0JY/R_whybRlKgI/AAAAAAAAAFM/3IEuXTQcQAc/s320/bm-image-757414.jpe"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187058021022640642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;spending the night at auntie chrissys.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17160568-7886257390418844598?l=christinemaichelesthoughts050267.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinemaichelesthoughts050267.blogspot.com/feeds/7886257390418844598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17160568&amp;postID=7886257390418844598' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17160568/posts/default/7886257390418844598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17160568/posts/default/7886257390418844598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinemaichelesthoughts050267.blogspot.com/2008/04/yummy-cereal.html' title='yummy cereal'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13099132652597196658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6ujsEwHz0JY/R_whybRlKgI/AAAAAAAAAFM/3IEuXTQcQAc/s72-c/bm-image-757414.jpe' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17160568.post-3144420144829324582</id><published>2008-03-28T12:34:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T12:34:17.274-04:00</updated><title type='text'>so sweet</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6ujsEwHz0JY/R-0eCbRlKfI/AAAAAAAAAFE/8dJ7fCJeils/s1600-h/bm-image-757277.jpe"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6ujsEwHz0JY/R-0eCbRlKfI/AAAAAAAAAFE/8dJ7fCJeils/s320/bm-image-757277.jpe"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182831773203376626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17160568-3144420144829324582?l=christinemaichelesthoughts050267.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinemaichelesthoughts050267.blogspot.com/feeds/3144420144829324582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17160568&amp;postID=3144420144829324582' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17160568/posts/default/3144420144829324582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17160568/posts/default/3144420144829324582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinemaichelesthoughts050267.blogspot.com/2008/03/so-sweet.html' title='so sweet'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13099132652597196658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6ujsEwHz0JY/R-0eCbRlKfI/AAAAAAAAAFE/8dJ7fCJeils/s72-c/bm-image-757277.jpe' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17160568.post-8060170739641885234</id><published>2008-03-28T09:47:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T09:55:53.378-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Today is the day</title><content type='html'>Well, today is finally here.  The Ladies Meeting!  I am not sure whether I speak tonight or tomorrow but it is here.  My sister and Michelle are both going with me which will be such a support.  I believe that God gave me what He wants me to say.  Many people are praying for me.  What a comfort.  I want to be calm and my thoughts to be collected.  I want to be a blessing.  Please Lord use me to make a difference in someone's life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17160568-8060170739641885234?l=christinemaichelesthoughts050267.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinemaichelesthoughts050267.blogspot.com/feeds/8060170739641885234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17160568&amp;postID=8060170739641885234' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17160568/posts/default/8060170739641885234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17160568/posts/default/8060170739641885234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinemaichelesthoughts050267.blogspot.com/2008/03/today-is-day.html' title='Today is the day'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13099132652597196658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17160568.post-606959683424174680</id><published>2008-03-27T12:33:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T12:39:16.390-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Gabey's dream car</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6ujsEwHz0JY/R-vNcLRlKdI/AAAAAAAAAEw/gYkGLItLSz0/s1600-h/3-27-08+cell+phone+052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182461680166447570" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6ujsEwHz0JY/R-vNcLRlKdI/AAAAAAAAAEw/gYkGLItLSz0/s320/3-27-08+cell+phone+052.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My nephew found this car at Walmart last night.  You should hear the sounds it makes.  It is the Mach 5 from Speed Racer.  He is hoping to get it some day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17160568-606959683424174680?l=christinemaichelesthoughts050267.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinemaichelesthoughts050267.blogspot.com/feeds/606959683424174680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17160568&amp;postID=606959683424174680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17160568/posts/default/606959683424174680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17160568/posts/default/606959683424174680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinemaichelesthoughts050267.blogspot.com/2008/03/gabeys-dream-car.html' title='Gabey&apos;s dream car'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13099132652597196658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6ujsEwHz0JY/R-vNcLRlKdI/AAAAAAAAAEw/gYkGLItLSz0/s72-c/3-27-08+cell+phone+052.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17160568.post-2917093870058464809</id><published>2008-03-11T15:05:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T15:24:12.201-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It needs to be Spring</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6ujsEwHz0JY/R9bYZdJ7dVI/AAAAAAAAAEg/-3rgJm_4ZIQ/s1600-h/j0227685.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176562753543566674" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6ujsEwHz0JY/R9bYZdJ7dVI/AAAAAAAAAEg/-3rgJm_4ZIQ/s320/j0227685.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy, am I sick of the snow.  I long to take a walk and see green trees and smell the beautiful flowers.  It has been a wacky winter here in Cleveland.  This past week was absolutely crazy.  We have a horrible ice storm on Tuesday and then a huge snow storm on Saturday.  My sissy, Michelle, and I had to work on Saturday.  One of our church families had a funeral that day and the church provided a meal for them after the funeral service.  Shell and I handled the meal.  I got stuck that morning getting into the church's driveway.  It was so piled with snow.  They closed a lot of cities down because of the bad weather.  The plow trucks had trouble keeping up with the streets.  It was a day to stay home.  I need it to be Spring.  I need the sunshine and warm breeze.  My mom tells me that I always turned my face toward the sun.  I still do it.  On sunny days, I tilt my face toward the sun and soak in the rays.  I thrive on the sun.  I tend to get so sad during dreary weather.  Thank you God for beautiful sunny weather, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;fragrant&lt;/span&gt; smelling flowers, lush green grass and warm breezes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17160568-2917093870058464809?l=christinemaichelesthoughts050267.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinemaichelesthoughts050267.blogspot.com/feeds/2917093870058464809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17160568&amp;postID=2917093870058464809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17160568/posts/default/2917093870058464809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17160568/posts/default/2917093870058464809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinemaichelesthoughts050267.blogspot.com/2008/03/it-needs-to-be-spring.html' title='It needs to be Spring'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13099132652597196658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6ujsEwHz0JY/R9bYZdJ7dVI/AAAAAAAAAEg/-3rgJm_4ZIQ/s72-c/j0227685.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17160568.post-2264573465253134137</id><published>2008-03-10T14:00:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T14:32:54.303-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Speaking</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;A friend of mine, Judy Jones, asked me to speak at her ladies meeting. She is the pastor's wife of Lighthouse Baptist Church in Ashtabula. I was so surprised. The meeting will be at the end of this month and is the theme of the "Women of Excellence". I have been asked to address singles and those who work with singles. Most likely I will speak to the entire group which can be up to 200 ladies. I am excied and scared all at the same time. My sister and adopted sissy, Michelle, will be going with me for moral support. The Lord gave me something to speak on so I am relieved about that. Now I just have to fill in the extras. I will speak for about 45 min. The idea is "Singleness in Christ means we're not alone". One of the things I struggle with as a single is being lonely and worried about caring for myself. I need to remember that because I am in Christ, I have someone who is ALWAYS there and ALWAYS loves me. I believe that some of what I say may be a blessing to the other ladies as well. For the past few years I have taught the 7th and 8th grade girls lessons at camp. This is the first time I have spoken to adults. About 2-3 months before I teach at camp, Satan starts to work to discourage me. He doesn't want me to be effective. The same is happening now. I am feeling lonely and insecure. Part of the problem is that I have gotten away from my Bible reading for little bit. That is the worst thing I can do. I have asked for God's forgiveness and will work to get back. One of my points is "Every day with God." We need to be spending time is God's word and praying daily to help battle the loneliness and I know that God wants me to speak and I know that Satan doesn't. I don't want to give Satan the victory. Pray that I will have the courage and wisdom to do this. I want it to be God's words for the ladies, not mine. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17160568-2264573465253134137?l=christinemaichelesthoughts050267.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinemaichelesthoughts050267.blogspot.com/feeds/2264573465253134137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17160568&amp;postID=2264573465253134137' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17160568/posts/default/2264573465253134137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17160568/posts/default/2264573465253134137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinemaichelesthoughts050267.blogspot.com/2008/03/speaking.html' title='Speaking'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13099132652597196658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17160568.post-8424547720463261212</id><published>2008-03-09T22:31:00.012-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T23:14:33.601-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cheer'/><title type='text'>My Cheerleading Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The other day Ron brought over the 1985 Cheerleading trophy from when I cheered. My squad won 1st place in two competitions my senior year. Here is a picture of the trophy and also some pictures from when I cheered. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6ujsEwHz0JY/R9SektJ7dMI/AAAAAAAAADY/28VaN8c2IHs/s1600-h/3-6-08+001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175936225189262530" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 157px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 237px" height="215" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6ujsEwHz0JY/R9SektJ7dMI/AAAAAAAAADY/28VaN8c2IHs/s320/3-6-08+001.JPG" width="106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6ujsEwHz0JY/R9ShqNJ7dPI/AAAAAAAAADw/2FEAmGzMTLk/s1600-h/3-6-08+013.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6ujsEwHz0JY/R9SlidJ7dUI/AAAAAAAAAEY/rV6qBxrsDzM/s1600-h/3-6-08+013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175943883115951426" style="FLOAT: left; 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MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6ujsEwHz0JY/R9SZDNJ7dHI/AAAAAAAAACw/kQQDi6Dp6tg/s320/006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For those of you who know Bob Folger you know that he loves old cars. Michelle and I stopped over his house one Saturday and were able to see his basement. It is filled with model cars. Here is a picture. They were really cool.&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;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&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/17160568-443924396348741292?l=christinemaichelesthoughts050267.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinemaichelesthoughts050267.blogspot.com/feeds/443924396348741292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17160568&amp;postID=443924396348741292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17160568/posts/default/443924396348741292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17160568/posts/default/443924396348741292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinemaichelesthoughts050267.blogspot.com/2007/12/for-those-of-you-who-know-bob-folger.html' title='Old Cars'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13099132652597196658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6ujsEwHz0JY/R9SZDNJ7dHI/AAAAAAAAACw/kQQDi6Dp6tg/s72-c/006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17160568.post-6327613966437234705</id><published>2007-12-27T12:32:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T22:27:44.984-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6ujsEwHz0JY/R9SabNJ7dII/AAAAAAAAAC4/zzQ1cU4IDQc/s1600-h/12-26-07+004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175931663933994114" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6ujsEwHz0JY/R9SabNJ7dII/AAAAAAAAAC4/zzQ1cU4IDQc/s320/12-26-07+004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Gideon on Christmas Eve. Isn't he a doll? I just love those cheeks. Kiss, kiss, kiss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6ujsEwHz0JY/R9Sa69J7dJI/AAAAAAAAADA/orQgJYWabRY/s1600-h/12-26-07+016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175932209394840722" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6ujsEwHz0JY/R9Sa69J7dJI/AAAAAAAAADA/orQgJYWabRY/s320/12-26-07+016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is one of the shirts I made for Gabey. He loves Herbie the Love Bug so I made 2 tshirts for him. This one says "Gabey is Herbie's #1 fan". He wore it Christmas day. Notice his hair is coming back. I am so excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://localhost:55389/cfaefceab39dd7b02d59960d22573bae/image1403.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These next 2 pictures are from Pastor's surprise 50th party we had for him in the office. &lt;a href="http://localhost:55389/cfaefceab39dd7b02d59960d22573bae/image1405.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6ujsEwHz0JY/R9SbptJ7dKI/AAAAAAAAADI/LLnsNaTR6XI/s1600-h/12-13-07+019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img 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xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6ujsEwHz0JY/RxugMcMRN_I/AAAAAAAAABc/pVVnlHft7M0/s72-c/bm-image-716321.jpe' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17160568.post-4969769717411379422</id><published>2007-10-20T16:05:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-20T16:05:57.669-04:00</updated><title type='text'>baby gideon</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6ujsEwHz0JY/RxpfpcMRN-I/AAAAAAAAABU/8VkriiFTvQY/s1600-h/bm-image-757679.jpe"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6ujsEwHz0JY/RxpfpcMRN-I/AAAAAAAAABU/8VkriiFTvQY/s320/bm-image-757679.jpe"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123512691634288610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;the newest addition to the family. gideon charles. born oct 15 @ 1:48 pm. 9 lbs 4 oz and 19 1/2 inches long.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17160568-4969769717411379422?l=christinemaichelesthoughts050267.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinemaichelesthoughts050267.blogspot.com/feeds/4969769717411379422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17160568&amp;postID=4969769717411379422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17160568/posts/default/4969769717411379422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17160568/posts/default/4969769717411379422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinemaichelesthoughts050267.blogspot.com/2007/10/baby-gideon.html' title='baby gideon'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13099132652597196658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6ujsEwHz0JY/RxpfpcMRN-I/AAAAAAAAABU/8VkriiFTvQY/s72-c/bm-image-757679.jpe' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17160568.post-3157021344591980744</id><published>2007-10-20T15:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-20T15:37:02.936-04:00</updated><title type='text'>yummy cookie</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6ujsEwHz0JY/RxpY38MRN9I/AAAAAAAAABM/vplRdLkWtns/s1600-h/bm-image-722939.jpe"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6ujsEwHz0JY/RxpY38MRN9I/AAAAAAAAABM/vplRdLkWtns/s320/bm-image-722939.jpe"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123505244160997330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;jeffs sister sent a cookie bouquet for baby gideons birth. gabey likes it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17160568-3157021344591980744?l=christinemaichelesthoughts050267.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinemaichelesthoughts050267.blogspot.com/feeds/3157021344591980744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17160568&amp;postID=3157021344591980744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17160568/posts/default/3157021344591980744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17160568/posts/default/3157021344591980744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinemaichelesthoughts050267.blogspot.com/2007/10/yummy-cookie.html' title='yummy cookie'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13099132652597196658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6ujsEwHz0JY/RxpY38MRN9I/AAAAAAAAABM/vplRdLkWtns/s72-c/bm-image-722939.jpe' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17160568.post-8264760827614063839</id><published>2007-10-01T09:13:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T09:13:49.786-04:00</updated><title type='text'>baby ice cream cones</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6ujsEwHz0JY/RwDyjcL3RJI/AAAAAAAAABE/SLgTwWlWlk0/s1600-h/bm-image-729788.jpe"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6ujsEwHz0JY/RwDyjcL3RJI/AAAAAAAAABE/SLgTwWlWlk0/s320/bm-image-729788.jpe"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116355867368178834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17160568-8264760827614063839?l=christinemaichelesthoughts050267.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinemaichelesthoughts050267.blogspot.com/feeds/8264760827614063839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17160568&amp;postID=8264760827614063839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17160568/posts/default/8264760827614063839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17160568/posts/default/8264760827614063839'/><link 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href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6ujsEwHz0JY/Rv2noML3RII/AAAAAAAAAA8/XnwdxPy28d4/s1600-h/bm-image-739679.jpe"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6ujsEwHz0JY/Rv2noML3RII/AAAAAAAAAA8/XnwdxPy28d4/s320/bm-image-739679.jpe"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115429060670342274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;the kids got airheads after service tonite. jenna had a blueberry one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17160568-8080991186696134545?l=christinemaichelesthoughts050267.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinemaichelesthoughts050267.blogspot.com/feeds/8080991186696134545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17160568&amp;postID=8080991186696134545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17160568.post-5753844793031831609</id><published>2007-09-27T17:02:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-27T17:02:05.939-04:00</updated><title type='text'>No hair</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6ujsEwHz0JY/RvwaTsL3RHI/AAAAAAAAAA0/WkhTOOW-DNQ/s1600-h/bm-image-725940.jpe"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6ujsEwHz0JY/RvwaTsL3RHI/AAAAAAAAAA0/WkhTOOW-DNQ/s320/bm-image-725940.jpe"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114992202366796914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;This is a picture I recently took of Gabey. They buzzed him cause his hair was finally coming out from all the chemo. It makes me sad but God has been very good. His hair will grow back. I have got to keep praying for him as he goes thru this hard journey. Thank you God for taking such good care of my sweetheart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17160568-5753844793031831609?l=christinemaichelesthoughts050267.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinemaichelesthoughts050267.blogspot.com/feeds/5753844793031831609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17160568&amp;postID=5753844793031831609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17160568/posts/default/5753844793031831609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17160568/posts/default/5753844793031831609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinemaichelesthoughts050267.blogspot.com/2007/09/no-hair.html' title='No hair'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13099132652597196658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6ujsEwHz0JY/RvwaTsL3RHI/AAAAAAAAAA0/WkhTOOW-DNQ/s72-c/bm-image-725940.jpe' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17160568.post-6502564465582136182</id><published>2007-09-26T14:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-26T15:36:44.381-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Visit</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i128.photobucket.com/albums/p167/OnyxAdia/CIMG1585.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  My mom (far left), Dorothy, her brother, Jim, his wife, Jeannette, (second from right) and my mom's aunt, Pat (far right)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i128.photobucket.com/albums/p167/OnyxAdia/CIMG1576.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My uncle and aunt when they came in for one day to visit us.  They live in Dallas, Texas.  We had a very nice time with them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i128.photobucket.com/albums/p167/OnyxAdia/CIMG1582.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mommy and her little brother, Jim.  Cool thing.  They went to school with a lady here at the church.  I actually am very good friends with her daughter and graduated with her son.  Small world huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i128.photobucket.com/albums/p167/OnyxAdia/CIMG1558.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; They brought Gabey a present.  He loved it.  It was........you will never guess.........a car.  heehee  His second most favorite thing behind trains.  They also bought him a cool airplane.  We had fun playing with it.  His car and airplane had races in the hotel.  Of course, the car always won (even if the airplane did) cause he was making the car go.  lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i128.photobucket.com/albums/p167/OnyxAdia/CIMG1555.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Gabey gave my aunt and uncle one of his Thomas trains as a present.  What a sweet boy.  They ended up giving it back cause Thomas missed Gabey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i128.photobucket.com/albums/p167/OnyxAdia/CIMG1542.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Uncle Jim spending some time with Andrew (my brother's son).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i128.photobucket.com/albums/p167/OnyxAdia/CIMG1546.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My brother and sister compare their cameras.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17160568-6502564465582136182?l=christinemaichelesthoughts050267.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinemaichelesthoughts050267.blogspot.com/feeds/6502564465582136182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17160568&amp;postID=6502564465582136182' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17160568/posts/default/6502564465582136182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17160568/posts/default/6502564465582136182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinemaichelesthoughts050267.blogspot.com/2007/09/family-visit.html' title='Family Visit'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13099132652597196658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17160568.post-6775925557393466238</id><published>2007-09-26T13:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-26T14:55:15.382-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mary Beth's 40th Surprise</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i128.photobucket.com/albums/p167/OnyxAdia/CIMG1489.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is the trio. Lori, Mary Beth and I have been friends since high school. It was so fun to go down there to surprise Mary Beth for her birthday. Lori and I had a great time visiting with our dear friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i128.photobucket.com/albums/p167/OnyxAdia/CIMG1491.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is Mr. and Mrs. Woj, Mary Beth's parents. They were in on our surprise. Thanks for your help. We couldn't have done it without you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i128.photobucket.com/albums/p167/OnyxAdia/CIMG1493.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is Mary Beth's youngest, Cassidy. What a character she is. The picture below is her when she was a baby. How she has grown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i128.photobucket.com/albums/p167/OnyxAdia/cassidycloseup.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i128.photobucket.com/albums/p167/OnyxAdia/CIMG1496.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mary Beth's husband, David, and Cassidy at Cheese Cake Factory.  Boy did we enjoy ourselves there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i128.photobucket.com/albums/p167/OnyxAdia/CIMG1498.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is Luke, Mary Beth's middle child.  He doesn't like to smile cause he got braces. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i128.photobucket.com/albums/p167/OnyxAdia/CIMG1501.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is Bethany.  She is so much like my sister.  She is very talented: artist, writer, crafter.  Mary Beth is so proud of her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i128.photobucket.com/albums/p167/OnyxAdia/CIMG1522.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And here is the whole Faile family.  Happy Birthday Mary Beth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17160568-6775925557393466238?l=christinemaichelesthoughts050267.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinemaichelesthoughts050267.blogspot.com/feeds/6775925557393466238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17160568&amp;postID=6775925557393466238' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17160568/posts/default/6775925557393466238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17160568/posts/default/6775925557393466238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinemaichelesthoughts050267.blogspot.com/2007/09/mary-beths-40th-surprise.html' title='Mary Beth&apos;s 40th Surprise'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13099132652597196658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17160568.post-3299679790450928094</id><published>2007-09-26T13:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-26T13:56:29.148-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mom and child</title><content type='html'>My sister and her wonderful son.  I love you both!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i128.photobucket.com/albums/p167/OnyxAdia/CIMG1581.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17160568-3299679790450928094?l=christinemaichelesthoughts050267.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinemaichelesthoughts050267.blogspot.com/feeds/3299679790450928094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17160568&amp;postID=3299679790450928094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17160568/posts/default/3299679790450928094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17160568/posts/default/3299679790450928094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinemaichelesthoughts050267.blogspot.com/2007/09/mom-and-child.html' title='Mom and child'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13099132652597196658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17160568.post-7864637889571991644</id><published>2007-09-26T12:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-26T13:49:54.938-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Playing in the dirt</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i128.photobucket.com/albums/p167/OnyxAdia/CIMG1598.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Gabey has found a new thing he likes to do.  He likes worms.  They are his new best friends.  So, he convinces Mommy to help him dig for worms. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i128.photobucket.com/albums/p167/OnyxAdia/CIMG1597.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/17160568-7864637889571991644?l=christinemaichelesthoughts050267.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinemaichelesthoughts050267.blogspot.com/feeds/7864637889571991644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17160568&amp;postID=7864637889571991644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17160568/posts/default/7864637889571991644'/><link rel='self' 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alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6ujsEwHz0JY/RvKy13b6aoI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Cjb0DA7JYuY/s320/bm-image-714759.jpe" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;me and my sweetheart&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17160568-8370299844867935620?l=christinemaichelesthoughts050267.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinemaichelesthoughts050267.blogspot.com/feeds/8370299844867935620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17160568&amp;postID=8370299844867935620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17160568/posts/default/8370299844867935620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17160568/posts/default/8370299844867935620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinemaichelesthoughts050267.blogspot.com/2007/09/multimedia-message.html' title='In the Park'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13099132652597196658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6ujsEwHz0JY/RvKy13b6aoI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Cjb0DA7JYuY/s72-c/bm-image-714759.jpe' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17160568.post-8323764483027928581</id><published>2007-09-20T13:33:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-20T13:44:27.524-04:00</updated><title type='text'>sweetheart</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FbbS5KlB5Z4/RvKu6MAUlFI/AAAAAAAAAAM/L4Ix8s0sy-o/s1600-h/bm-image-706861.jpe"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112340841697154130" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FbbS5KlB5Z4/RvKu6MAUlFI/AAAAAAAAAAM/L4Ix8s0sy-o/s320/bm-image-706861.jpe" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;he is a doll.  this is the coolest thing.  i can now upload pictures from my cell phone.  they will go directly onto this site.  how cool is that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17160568-8323764483027928581?l=christinemaichelesthoughts050267.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinemaichelesthoughts050267.blogspot.com/feeds/8323764483027928581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17160568&amp;postID=8323764483027928581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17160568/posts/default/8323764483027928581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17160568/posts/default/8323764483027928581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinemaichelesthoughts050267.blogspot.com/2007/09/sweetheart.html' title='sweetheart'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13099132652597196658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FbbS5KlB5Z4/RvKu6MAUlFI/AAAAAAAAAAM/L4Ix8s0sy-o/s72-c/bm-image-706861.jpe' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17160568.post-224288063497178035</id><published>2007-09-05T09:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T13:22:33.287-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Afternoon outside</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i128.photobucket.com/albums/p167/OnyxAdia/CIMG1456.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is a picture Gabey took of his car.  Didn't he do great.  LOL. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i128.photobucket.com/albums/p167/OnyxAdia/CIMG1450.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is another picture he took.  I love the artistic angle of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i128.photobucket.com/albums/p167/OnyxAdia/CIMG1446.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He took this picture of me.  Yikes.  I had been working all morning and for a few days at a conference at church and was completely wiped out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i128.photobucket.com/albums/p167/OnyxAdia/CIMG1435.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here he has his bug catcher with some crickets Shari caught for him.  He was so cute with it.  The poor bugs though.  He would run around with the container and then throw it.   Wow a rollercoaster ride for the bugs.  Heehee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i128.photobucket.com/albums/p167/OnyxAdia/CIMG1442.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I let him borrow my Mickey hat.  Doesn't he look cute. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i128.photobucket.com/albums/p167/OnyxAdia/CIMG1427.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And here is the future driver.  He absolutely loves cars.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17160568-224288063497178035?l=christinemaichelesthoughts050267.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinemaichelesthoughts050267.blogspot.com/feeds/224288063497178035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17160568&amp;postID=224288063497178035' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17160568/posts/default/224288063497178035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17160568/posts/default/224288063497178035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinemaichelesthoughts050267.blogspot.com/2007/09/afternoon-outside.html' title='Afternoon outside'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13099132652597196658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17160568.post-8423656077347031638</id><published>2007-08-27T12:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T09:09:12.534-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Parents Birthday Cake</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i128.photobucket.com/albums/p167/OnyxAdia/CIMG1405.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is the famous cake I made for my four parents.  All their birthdays are in July so we always have one big party for them.  My contribution was this cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i128.photobucket.com/albums/p167/OnyxAdia/CIMG1401.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;These are the hamburgers made out of Nilla Wafers, Snickers and frosting.  Heehee.  I ate one as you can see from the blob on the pile of burgers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17160568-8423656077347031638?l=christinemaichelesthoughts050267.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinemaichelesthoughts050267.blogspot.com/feeds/8423656077347031638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17160568&amp;postID=8423656077347031638' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17160568/posts/default/8423656077347031638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17160568/posts/default/8423656077347031638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinemaichelesthoughts050267.blogspot.com/2007/08/parents-birthday-cake.html' title='Parents Birthday Cake'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13099132652597196658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17160568.post-637200615667388618</id><published>2007-08-03T11:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-03T12:03:19.114-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kindergarten Class'/><title type='text'>My Cool Kindergarteners</title><content type='html'>Some of you may know that I teach Sunday School.  My class is the Kindergarteners.  What a blessing they are to me.  Here are some pictures of them with a craft they made.  We made these cool sunglasses.  God truly is gracious to let me impact these children.  Aren't they adorable? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i128.photobucket.com/albums/p167/OnyxAdia/IMAGE_077.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i128.photobucket.com/albums/p167/OnyxAdia/IMAGE_078.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i128.photobucket.com/albums/p167/OnyxAdia/IMAGE_080.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i128.photobucket.com/albums/p167/OnyxAdia/IMAGE_079.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/17160568-637200615667388618?l=christinemaichelesthoughts050267.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinemaichelesthoughts050267.blogspot.com/feeds/637200615667388618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17160568&amp;postID=637200615667388618' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17160568/posts/default/637200615667388618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17160568/posts/default/637200615667388618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinemaichelesthoughts050267.blogspot.com/2007/08/my-cool-kindergarteners.html' title='My Cool Kindergarteners'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13099132652597196658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17160568.post-8302055738817751293</id><published>2007-03-28T14:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-28T14:57:53.905-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring is finally here!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6ujsEwHz0JY/Rgq5gvQ0RJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zx0KSzkvsOk/s1600-h/daisy_dp.bmp"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047050304516015250" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6ujsEwHz0JY/Rgq5gvQ0RJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zx0KSzkvsOk/s320/daisy_dp.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;How exciting to see the flowers start to come up outside. Today I walked out of the school building and smelled some flowers blooming beside the building. I just love the spring. I am not a winter person at all. Although I didn't mind this winter quite as much. I love green trees and flowers.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you God for giving us spring. For a time of rebirth and beauty.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17160568-8302055738817751293?l=christinemaichelesthoughts050267.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinemaichelesthoughts050267.blogspot.com/feeds/8302055738817751293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17160568&amp;postID=8302055738817751293' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17160568/posts/default/8302055738817751293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17160568/posts/default/8302055738817751293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinemaichelesthoughts050267.blogspot.com/2007/03/spring-is-finally-here.html' title='Spring is finally here!'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13099132652597196658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6ujsEwHz0JY/Rgq5gvQ0RJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zx0KSzkvsOk/s72-c/daisy_dp.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17160568.post-972247401588602104</id><published>2007-03-09T13:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-09T14:22:23.593-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Season is over</title><content type='html'>Well, the cheerleading season is over.  My did it go quickly.  Here is a video and some pictures from the last basketball tournament.  The guys won 1st place.  We were so excited.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed width="430" height="389" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://s128.photobucket.com/player.swf?file=http://vid128.photobucket.com/albums/p167/OnyxAdia/CIMG1080.flv"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i128.photobucket.com/albums/p167/OnyxAdia/CIMG1110.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i128.photobucket.com/albums/p167/OnyxAdia/CIMG1113.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so proud of the girls and look forward to another year of coaching.  Preferably without the drama.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17160568-972247401588602104?l=christinemaichelesthoughts050267.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinemaichelesthoughts050267.blogspot.com/feeds/972247401588602104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17160568&amp;postID=972247401588602104' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17160568/posts/default/972247401588602104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17160568/posts/default/972247401588602104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinemaichelesthoughts050267.blogspot.com/2007/03/season-is-over.html' title='Season is over'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13099132652597196658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17160568.post-1158812866960437755</id><published>2007-02-03T13:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-09T13:55:07.694-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cheer'/><title type='text'>Cheerleading Video 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed src="http://s128.photobucket.com/player.swf?file=" width="430" height="389" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17160568-1158812866960437755?l=christinemaichelesthoughts050267.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinemaichelesthoughts050267.blogspot.com/feeds/1158812866960437755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17160568&amp;postID=1158812866960437755' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17160568/posts/default/1158812866960437755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17160568/posts/default/1158812866960437755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinemaichelesthoughts050267.blogspot.com/2007/02/cheerleading-video-2007.html' title='Cheerleading Video 2007'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13099132652597196658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17160568.post-1163300069028586121</id><published>2007-02-01T14:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-03T13:34:54.196-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cheer'/><title type='text'>My Cheerleaders</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Here are some pictures of my Cheerleading squad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i128.photobucket.com/albums/p167/OnyxAdia/CIMG0521.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i128.photobucket.com/albums/p167/OnyxAdia/th_CIMG0521.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is the girls when the players are being announced. They stand in formation and each row takes turns cheering for a player.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i128.photobucket.com/albums/p167/OnyxAdia/CIMG0528.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i128.photobucket.com/albums/p167/OnyxAdia/th_CIMG0528.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here are the girls on the sideline. I am so proud of them. They really are good. They are together and know a lot of cheers. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i128.photobucket.com/albums/p167/OnyxAdia/CIMG0535.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i128.photobucket.com/albums/p167/OnyxAdia/th_CIMG0535.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Just a candid shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you may be noticing that I only have five when in the beginning of the season I said I had seven. Unfortunately, two of my girls were expelled from the school. What a devestating time that was for me. I still continue to pray for these two girls and hope they will get their lives right with the Lord. In the meantime, I have five wonderful girls left and am very proud of them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17160568-1163300069028586121?l=christinemaichelesthoughts050267.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinemaichelesthoughts050267.blogspot.com/feeds/1163300069028586121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17160568&amp;postID=1163300069028586121' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17160568/posts/default/1163300069028586121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17160568/posts/default/1163300069028586121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinemaichelesthoughts050267.blogspot.com/2007/02/my-cheerleaders.html' title='My Cheerleaders'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13099132652597196658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17160568.post-116732176861522736</id><published>2006-12-28T10:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-04T12:02:23.526-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3378/1620/1600/105718/cimg0444%20%282%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3378/1620/320/520125/cimg0444%20%282%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I hope you all had a wonderful Christmas. What a blessed time it was. We had a candlelight service on Christmas Eve which was absolutely beautiful. Our new music director sang Silent Night and played his guitar. Then after the service I stayed over my sister and brother-in-law's.  It was a wonderful time to be with my family.  We read the Christmas story from the Bible by the light of candles.  Then in the morning, Gabey woke us all up very early.  He had been sick so he wasn't sleeping well.  Jeff, Shari, Gabey and I had a nice time opening presents and just hanging out.  After that I went over my "sissy's" house to visit her.  Shell has moved into a double above her brother.  I was so glad to spend some time with her on Christmas Day.  Then my family met back over Shari's house for dinner and more presents.  I had a wonderful time.  Happy Birthday Jesus!  Thank you for coming to earth and being born to save us all from our sins.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17160568-116732176861522736?l=christinemaichelesthoughts050267.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinemaichelesthoughts050267.blogspot.com/feeds/116732176861522736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17160568&amp;postID=116732176861522736' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17160568/posts/default/116732176861522736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17160568/posts/default/116732176861522736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinemaichelesthoughts050267.blogspot.com/2006/12/christmas.html' title='Christmas'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13099132652597196658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17160568.post-116631073778215435</id><published>2006-12-16T18:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-16T18:12:17.803-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cheer'/><title type='text'>Cheerleading</title><content type='html'>The new season is underway.  I have seven great girls on my squad.  Two seniors - Erika and Lizzie.  I have made them both captains.  Three sophomores - Amanda, Emily and Harmony.  And two freshman - Kelly and Kayla.  Four of the girls are returning so that has been a great help.  The three new girls are doing a great job.  So far we know over 50 sideline cheers.  That is a great feat because we have only had maybe eight to ten practices.  I am so proud of them.  In January we will be going to a competition in Michigan.  Erika will not be going because she is in a wedding.  Even if we don't win, I wanted the girls to have the opportunity to compete.  Last year we were not able to compete at all.  It was such a disappointment to all of us because we were doing some amazing stunts and they could have won.  I am hoping that there will be a competition the end of February at the Christian Schools of Ohio basketball tournament.  By then my girls should be ready to stunt.  For the competition in January, we are not going to stunt.  Thankfully there are two different competitions for varsity squads and one is an all motion competition.  Since we won't be ready with a routine by mid January it works out great.  I am nervous about going to the competition though.  This is only my second year coaching.  I have a good group and know they will be great.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17160568-116631073778215435?l=christinemaichelesthoughts050267.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinemaichelesthoughts050267.blogspot.com/feeds/116631073778215435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17160568&amp;postID=116631073778215435' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17160568/posts/default/116631073778215435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17160568/posts/default/116631073778215435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinemaichelesthoughts050267.blogspot.com/2006/12/cheerleading.html' title='Cheerleading'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13099132652597196658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17160568.post-116249923086611038</id><published>2006-11-02T15:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-03T09:49:22.626-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't I look cute!</title><content type='html'>My sister had one on her blog so I thought I would try it.  Got to design her.  Hair, earrings, dress, shoes and such.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a alt="elouai's doll maker 3" href="http://elouai.com/doll-makers/new-dollmaker.php?reload=true&amp;sex=girl&amp;background=0153&amp;elements=0000&amp;wings=0000&amp;base=0001&amp;boystockings=0000&amp;boyshoes=0000&amp;boyskirt=0000&amp;boytop=0000&amp;boytwopiece=0000&amp;girlstockings=0000&amp;girlshoes=0561&amp;girlskirt=0000&amp;girltop=0000&amp;girltwopiece=0007&amp;head=0060&amp;mouth=0000&amp;nose=0017&amp;eyebrows=0050&amp;eyes=0060&amp;face=0055&amp;makeup=0000&amp;earings=0028&amp;glasses=0000&amp;hair=1106&amp;scarf=0000&amp;boyfullbody=0000&amp;girlfullbody=0000&amp;hat=0000&amp;accessory1=0000&amp;pets1=0000&amp;pets2=0000&amp;accessory2=0000&amp;cover=0000&amp;namedoll=Chrissy"&gt;&lt;img alt="elouai's doll maker 3" border=0 src="http://elouai.com/doll-makers/link-doll.php?&amp;sex=girl&amp;background=0153&amp;elements=0000&amp;wings=0000&amp;base=0001&amp;boystockings=0000&amp;boyshoes=0000&amp;boyskirt=0000&amp;boytop=0000&amp;boytwopiece=0000&amp;girlstockings=0000&amp;girlshoes=0561&amp;girlskirt=0000&amp;girltop=0000&amp;girltwopiece=0007&amp;head=0060&amp;mouth=0000&amp;nose=0017&amp;eyebrows=0050&amp;eyes=0060&amp;face=0055&amp;makeup=0000&amp;earings=0028&amp;glasses=0000&amp;hair=1106&amp;scarf=0000&amp;boyfullbody=0000&amp;girlfullbody=0000&amp;hat=0000&amp;accessory1=0000&amp;pets1=0000&amp;pets2=0000&amp;accessory2=0000&amp;cover=0000&amp;namedoll=Chrissy"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17160568-116249923086611038?l=christinemaichelesthoughts050267.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinemaichelesthoughts050267.blogspot.com/feeds/116249923086611038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17160568&amp;postID=116249923086611038' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17160568/posts/default/116249923086611038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17160568/posts/default/116249923086611038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinemaichelesthoughts050267.blogspot.com/2006/11/dont-i-look-cute.html' title='Don&apos;t I look cute!'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13099132652597196658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17160568.post-116249752786650485</id><published>2006-11-02T14:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-16T17:48:28.326-05:00</updated><title type='text'>October Vacation</title><content type='html'>Sorry it has taken me so long to post my vacation pictures. Cheerleading practices started so I was trying to get ready for those. My sister, brother-in-law and nephew had a great time on vacation. Gabey made me laugh a lot. It was so much fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3378/1620/1600/10-16-06%20001.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3378/1620/200/10-16-06%20001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3378/1620/1600/10-16-06%20001.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is my sister playing with Gabey in the hotel. He has my build a bear's shorts on his head. He just cracked me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3378/1620/1600/10-17-06%20012.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3378/1620/200/10-17-06%20012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Gabey at the Pittsburgh Children's Museum. He loved the trolly from Mr. Roger's Neighborhood exhibit.&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;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3378/1620/1600/10-17-06%20016.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3378/1620/200/10-17-06%20016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeff and Shari were putting on a puppet show. You could pick your puppet. It was cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3378/1620/1600/10-17-06%20016.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3378/1620/1600/10-17-06%20028.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3378/1620/200/10-17-06%20028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shari, Jeff and Gabey were playing in sand here. They were making some sand designs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3378/1620/1600/10-17-06%20032.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3378/1620/200/10-17-06%20032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They had a place for Gabey to play in the water. Doesn't he look cute with the yellow raincoat on?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17160568-116249752786650485?l=christinemaichelesthoughts050267.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinemaichelesthoughts050267.blogspot.com/feeds/116249752786650485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17160568&amp;postID=116249752786650485' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17160568/posts/default/116249752786650485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17160568/posts/default/116249752786650485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinemaichelesthoughts050267.blogspot.com/2006/11/october-vacation.html' title='October Vacation'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13099132652597196658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17160568.post-116058740272674425</id><published>2006-10-11T13:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T13:23:24.563-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Big Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3378/1620/1600/shari%20and%20me%20singing%2010-10-06.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3378/1620/320/shari%20and%20me%20singing%2010-10-06.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad took this picture of my sister and me singing at his church last night.  Oh man was I nervous.  My voice was shaking.  Tried to calm it down a couple of times.  I had been really practicing but dont think I did very well.  My tape player had just the notes recorded so I practiced those.  Got them down really good.  But....... when I went to my sister's last night and we practiced the accompaniment was a little higher and I had trouble finding my starting note.  My dad recorded it and has a dvd copy to give me, Shari and my mom.  That was one of the hardest things I have done for a while.  I can speak infront of people but singing is much harder for me.  Being in a group like choir is fine but a duet or solo is very hard for me.  But I did it for my Lord, the church and my daddy.  He was so proud.  I know the Lord used it even if it wasn't professional.  I did love singing with my sister though.  She has such a beautiful voice.  I was a bit intimidated.  Maybe if we do it again, I will sing the melody rather than the harmony.  Maybe that will be easier for me.  Thank you to all who helped me get ready for the Big Day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17160568-116058740272674425?l=christinemaichelesthoughts050267.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinemaichelesthoughts050267.blogspot.com/feeds/116058740272674425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17160568&amp;postID=116058740272674425' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17160568/posts/default/116058740272674425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17160568/posts/default/116058740272674425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinemaichelesthoughts050267.blogspot.com/2006/10/big-day.html' title='The Big Day'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13099132652597196658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17160568.post-116041181361864413</id><published>2006-10-09T12:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-09T12:36:53.633-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Been practicing</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow is the day my sister and I sing.  I have been practicing alot.  My friend, Lori, played just my part onto a tape so I could practice it.  It was funny too.  When we were taping it, the music director popped in and belted out a note.  Lori and I cracked up.  We said you know we were taping that.  He made the funniest face.  LOL.  I just hope I can stay on my part.  My sister is the natural singer.  I have to work harder.  Just praying I can do it.  Will keep you all posted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17160568-116041181361864413?l=christinemaichelesthoughts050267.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinemaichelesthoughts050267.blogspot.com/feeds/116041181361864413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17160568&amp;postID=116041181361864413' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17160568/posts/default/116041181361864413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17160568/posts/default/116041181361864413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinemaichelesthoughts050267.blogspot.com/2006/10/been-practicing.html' title='Been practicing'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13099132652597196658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17160568.post-116016565785101150</id><published>2006-10-06T16:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-06T16:14:17.883-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Singing</title><content type='html'>Well, my dad asked me and my sister to sing a duet at his church.  They are having a revival.  So, next Tuesday, Shari and I will sing "Just Over In The Gloryland".  I am so nervous.  Shari is the singer.  I do sing in the choir but it is hard for me to sing by myself or in a group.  Have trouble keeping my part.  Am just praying that God will use us and help me.  My friend, Debbie, played it onto a cd for me to use as background.  She did such a wonderful job.  She plays the piano for a lot of specials and for the choir.  What a blessing.  Also, one of the senior guys recorded it onto the cd.  I was so worried.  Thank you God for using these people to help.  May the Lord be pleased with what we do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17160568-116016565785101150?l=christinemaichelesthoughts050267.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinemaichelesthoughts050267.blogspot.com/feeds/116016565785101150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17160568&amp;postID=116016565785101150' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17160568/posts/default/116016565785101150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17160568/posts/default/116016565785101150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinemaichelesthoughts050267.blogspot.com/2006/10/singing.html' title='Singing'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13099132652597196658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17160568.post-115982060154898746</id><published>2006-10-02T16:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-02T16:31:40.370-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My look a likes</title><content type='html'>My sister had this on her blog so I thought I would try it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com" title="MyHeritage - free genealogy software" alt="MyHeritage - free genealogy software" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://69.93.254.120/G/storage/site1/files/32/08/48/320848_901036f757125430tun813.jpg" width="500" height="574" 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/17160568-115982060154898746?l=christinemaichelesthoughts050267.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinemaichelesthoughts050267.blogspot.com/feeds/115982060154898746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17160568&amp;postID=115982060154898746' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17160568/posts/default/115982060154898746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17160568/posts/default/115982060154898746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinemaichelesthoughts050267.blogspot.com/2006/10/my-look-likes.html' title='My look a likes'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13099132652597196658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17160568.post-115886991682780219</id><published>2006-09-21T16:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-21T16:18:36.890-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Burdened for our teens</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Oh how Satan tries to destroy our teenagers.  This past week I have dealt with some serious issues in two girls lives.  My heart is so broken. These girls are on dangerous paths.  I am praying that God will break through the walls of their heart and change their direction.   What can we do to reach these young people?  How can we help them realize that serving God and living for Him is the best thing for their lives?  That void in their heart can always be filled with God.  Whatever the need He can help.  Once again, this year I am going to coach cheerleading.  My prayer is that God will use me to influence them to be better Christians than when the season started.  Satan is smart but God is Almighty.  God can always have the victory.  So I will keep praying, loving, encouraging and helping the young people.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17160568-115886991682780219?l=christinemaichelesthoughts050267.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinemaichelesthoughts050267.blogspot.com/feeds/115886991682780219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17160568&amp;postID=115886991682780219' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17160568/posts/default/115886991682780219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17160568/posts/default/115886991682780219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinemaichelesthoughts050267.blogspot.com/2006/09/burdened-for-our-teens.html' title='Burdened for our teens'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13099132652597196658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17160568.post-114952996840839354</id><published>2006-06-05T13:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-06T16:08:37.230-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Favorite High School Teacher</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3378/1620/1600/Mr%20Cook%20and%20me.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3378/1620/200/Mr%20Cook%20and%20me.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite teacher and mentor, Mr. Dave Cook, is leaving the school that I graduated from and the church which I work. Heritage Christian School is a ministry of Cleveland Baptist Church. I graduated from Heritage in 1985 and have been working at the church for the past five years. Mr. Cook and his wife have been teaching at Heritage for 28 years and attending the church for as long. He taught Bible, History, Government, Civics; he coached and served as vice-principal. Mrs. Cook was the Home Economics and Home Management teacher. Both were involved in many ministries of Cleveland Baptist including choir and discipleship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides being a teacher, Mr. Cook helped counsel me through problems. There were many times he took the time to pray and read Scripture and give me advice to help me along life's way. He always had time to listen. Many times I was broken and crying because of family problems. He was compassionate and kind. I have come to trust and rely on his advice. He is a godly man and loves the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason they are leaving is because he has accepted the position of principal at one of our rival schools in Mansfield, Ohio. It is such a shock. Mr. and Mrs. Cook have always been here faithfully serving the Lord. I know them and know that they have prayed diligently about this and truly feel that it is God's will for their lives. As much as I want them to stay, I have to hold on to the fact that they are doing God's will. I would never want them to stay and be out of God's plan for them. So I will just have to pray for them, pray for the school, and lean on the Lord for comfort when I miss them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God bless you Mr. and Mrs. Cook.  I will be praying for you as you begin this new adventure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17160568-114952996840839354?l=christinemaichelesthoughts050267.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinemaichelesthoughts050267.blogspot.com/feeds/114952996840839354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17160568&amp;postID=114952996840839354' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17160568/posts/default/114952996840839354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17160568/posts/default/114952996840839354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinemaichelesthoughts050267.blogspot.com/2006/06/my-favorite-high-school-teacher.html' title='My Favorite High School Teacher'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13099132652597196658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17160568.post-114677210098078347</id><published>2006-05-04T12:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-05T12:27:45.306-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Birthday</title><content type='html'>My birthday has come and gone. Boy, did it come and go so quickly. It was such a special day. So many people made a point to make my day special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got to work, my "sissy", Shell, had decorated my desk. I had to cut through streamers to get to my desk. The Males girls, missionaries to Scotland who are staying with Shell, came with her to help decorate. They had a blast and it made it seem like it was my birthday. &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3378/1620/200/Various%20016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then one of the ladies in the office made a cake for me and the office sang happy birthday. It was so nice. Shell had a present sitting on my desk. It was a beautiful sister bracelet. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;For lunch, one of my best friends, Lori, took me to eat at Lonestar Steakhouse. I had mentioned to her that I was craving a big steak so she suggested we go there on lunch. It was very nice to be able to spend time with her. Usually we spend time talking at church (which can be very distracting at times with all the people). So I really enjoyed just hanging out with her. She is a very dear friend to me and I am so thankful that I was able to spend my birthday with her.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After work, my sister had my family over her house for a birthday party for me. She made ruebens and we had an ice cream cake (my favorite). My sister went to great lengths to make my birthday very special. She even conspired with Shell. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I received so many wonderful gifts. Poppy was very cute. I had asked for a MP3 player so here is what he gave me - a hillbilly MP3 player. I laughed so hard when I got it. How creative. He did get me a real one too but I got the hillbilly one first. &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3378/1620/200/Various%20027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lori bought me a book by Elizabeth George. I have some of her devotional books and really enjoy her writing. Shari got me new stuff for my bathroom. I absolutely love it. It really brightens up the room. Here is a picture:&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3378/1620/200/Various%20025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then Shell got me a beautiful bakers rack for my kitchen. She even surprised me and set it up for me without me knowing it. Tuesday afternoon she went to my house to rest and set it up. I was so surprised. It is so pretty and really frees up space in my kitchen. My sissys knew exactly what to get me. They are so awesome. &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3378/1620/200/Various%20022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom bought me a beautiful blouse. Then one of my teenage friends, Kayla, got me a beautiful candle wall sconce and some votive candles. &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3378/1620/200/Various%20019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There also were some other gifts but the best of all was spending my birthday with friends and loved ones who care about me. I am truly blessed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17160568-114677210098078347?l=christinemaichelesthoughts050267.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinemaichelesthoughts050267.blogspot.com/feeds/114677210098078347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17160568&amp;postID=114677210098078347' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17160568/posts/default/114677210098078347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17160568/posts/default/114677210098078347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinemaichelesthoughts050267.blogspot.com/2006/05/my-birthday.html' title='My Birthday'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13099132652597196658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17160568.post-114424928087455731</id><published>2006-04-05T10:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-05T11:01:20.876-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Daddy's War of the Worlds</title><content type='html'>This is a model of the original War of the Worlds that my daddy made.  He built the house from scratch.  It is made up of a bunch of sticks.  I thought it was so very cool.  He got the idea because he bought the War of the Worlds spaceship.  After he got the spaceship, he thought it would be neat to make the house.  So he worked and worked.  When it was completed, he crashed the spaceship into it.  Just like in the movie.  Pretty cool huh?  Way to go Poppy!&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3378/1620/1600/Poppy"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3378/1620/400/Poppy%27s%20pictures%20031.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/17160568-114424928087455731?l=christinemaichelesthoughts050267.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinemaichelesthoughts050267.blogspot.com/feeds/114424928087455731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17160568&amp;postID=114424928087455731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17160568/posts/default/114424928087455731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17160568/posts/default/114424928087455731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinemaichelesthoughts050267.blogspot.com/2006/04/my-daddys-war-of-worlds.html' title='My Daddy&apos;s War of the Worlds'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13099132652597196658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17160568.post-114424831217827993</id><published>2006-04-05T09:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-05T10:47:24.990-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Step Mommy Loves Me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3378/1620/1600/P4040008.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3378/1620/320/P4040008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I am so thankful for my dad's wife. She is such a blessing to our family. After my parents got divorced, I began praying for someone for my dad. Patty is a Christian which makes us so relieved. She takes care of my dad and loves him very much. Patty is always doing little things for my family as well. This is a picture of something she made for me. Since I am the cheerleading coach, she knitted the outfit for this little doll. I was so touched. My sister said that she worked a long time on it. I absolutely love it. What a blessing to have a step mommy who loves me and cares for my dad. Thank you Lord for bringing Patty to us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17160568-114424831217827993?l=christinemaichelesthoughts050267.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinemaichelesthoughts050267.blogspot.com/feeds/114424831217827993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17160568&amp;postID=114424831217827993' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17160568/posts/default/114424831217827993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17160568/posts/default/114424831217827993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinemaichelesthoughts050267.blogspot.com/2006/04/my-step-mommy-loves-me.html' title='My Step Mommy Loves Me!'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13099132652597196658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17160568.post-114381412915303616</id><published>2006-03-31T08:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-31T09:08:49.163-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The HCS Drama</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Last night I went to a high school drama. My church, Cleveland Baptist Church, has a Christian school, Heritage Christian School. For the past few years, they have been able to perform a drama. This year they did a comedy called "A Ready Made Family." Oh my word. It was funny. I was able to sit right up front. The cast said after that they could hear me laughing. Four of my cheerleaders were able to be in the play. It was nice to see them perform. I was so proud of them. When I went to HCS, we weren't fortunate enough to have a Drama Dept. I am so thankful they have one now. Some of the kids in the school aren't athletic or musical; so it is nice that there is something else for them to do. Well done kids. You were awesome! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17160568-114381412915303616?l=christinemaichelesthoughts050267.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinemaichelesthoughts050267.blogspot.com/feeds/114381412915303616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17160568&amp;postID=114381412915303616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17160568/posts/default/114381412915303616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17160568/posts/default/114381412915303616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinemaichelesthoughts050267.blogspot.com/2006/03/hcs-drama.html' title='The HCS Drama'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13099132652597196658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17160568.post-114313099723990298</id><published>2006-03-23T11:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T11:23:17.256-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A new game</title><content type='html'>Well I have jumped on the Suduko bandwagon.  Cingular has it for a mobile game download.  I am totally addicted.  Although I am still on the easy ones.  HeeHee.  I had always wondered about that game and now I know.  It is a blackhole that you can never get out of.  Well, it keeps me busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of being busy, I have been helping my sister and her husband.  They are moving into the house we grew up in.  The actual move date is Saturday, March 25, but we have been painting and cleaning and moving some things over early.  My brother and his family lived their but they have moved out which left the house vacant.  The blessing is that my sister's lease was up on her place so she is able to move into the house.  It will be so nice for Gabey.  The house has a big backyard.  He will have a blast.  There are three bedrooms which will help them out.  The place they are in now only has two rooms.  I am excited for them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had revival last week at our church, Cleveland Baptist Church.  What a blessing the evangelist was.  His name is Dwight Smith.  I know that I needed what he shared with us.  I bought three of the tapes.  One was on Joseph called Just serve God anyway.  It talks about just serving no matter the excuse not to serve.  Another one was about making the Bible a priority in your life.  I know I needed that one too.  The last one was the best assurace of salvation messages I have ever heard.  I am so thankful that God brought Bro. Smith to preach for us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17160568-114313099723990298?l=christinemaichelesthoughts050267.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinemaichelesthoughts050267.blogspot.com/feeds/114313099723990298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17160568&amp;postID=114313099723990298' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17160568/posts/default/114313099723990298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17160568/posts/default/114313099723990298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinemaichelesthoughts050267.blogspot.com/2006/03/new-game.html' title='A new game'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13099132652597196658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17160568.post-113570929770446520</id><published>2005-12-27T13:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-27T13:48:17.713-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Two Days After Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3378/1620/1600/single-red-ornament_215.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3378/1620/320/single-red-ornament_215.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Boy do the days fly by.  It is now December 27.  Christmas was a little different this year.  My brother and his wife, Kris, usually have the family over on Christmas Day.  This year, however, we didn't do that.  They are separated and probably getting a divorce.  So instead of going to their house, we went over to my sister's.  It was very nice.  We had birthday cake (for Jesus), sang Christmas carols and read the Christmas story in the Bible.  There was a house full of family.  My dad and his wife, Patty were there.  Mommy and her husband, Paul came also.  There was me and my brother and his son, Andrew.  Of course, Jeff, Shari and Gabey were there too.  It was a wonderful time.  I did miss Kris and Jess, Kris' daughter.  I am just praying that God will watch over Bob and his family.  I know that God can use the awful things in our lives to bring us closer to Him.  That is my prayer for them.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17160568-113570929770446520?l=christinemaichelesthoughts050267.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinemaichelesthoughts050267.blogspot.com/feeds/113570929770446520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17160568&amp;postID=113570929770446520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17160568/posts/default/113570929770446520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17160568/posts/default/113570929770446520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinemaichelesthoughts050267.blogspot.com/2005/12/two-days-after-christmas.html' title='The Two Days After Christmas'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13099132652597196658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17160568.post-113146452986200139</id><published>2005-11-08T10:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-08T10:42:09.880-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cheer'/><title type='text'>The Final Decision</title><content type='html'>Boy, I didn't realize that choosing a cheerleading squad would be so difficult.  It is not just cheering ability but grades, attitude and spirituality.  So, I now have my cheerleading squad.  There are seven girls on the squad (four new girls).  I have a lot of work ahead of me but am excited about the potential.  I really prayed and sought God about who should be on the squad.  I know there are several problems with the girls that I will have to address but on a whole, this is a great group of girls.  Just keep praying that we will have safety and be able to learn the cheers and work together as a team.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17160568-113146452986200139?l=christinemaichelesthoughts050267.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinemaichelesthoughts050267.blogspot.com/feeds/113146452986200139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17160568&amp;postID=113146452986200139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17160568/posts/default/113146452986200139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17160568/posts/default/113146452986200139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinemaichelesthoughts050267.blogspot.com/2005/11/final-decision.html' title='The Final Decision'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13099132652597196658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17160568.post-113017429067565953</id><published>2005-10-24T13:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-11-02T10:33:11.433-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cheer'/><title type='text'>Cheerleading Fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3378/1620/1600/10-10-05%20me%20005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 166px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 210px" height="265" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3378/1620/320/10-10-05%20me%20005.jpg" width="207" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;     Well, we have had the first two days of tryout practice.  I am having such a good time working with them.  There seems to be excitement with the girls.  I have been praying for the squad.  My prayer has been that I will have wisdom, discernment, compassion, knowledge, a good group of girls.  Lori Schweitzer and Dary Gajewski have been helping me.  That has been a huge help since I have been teaching the girls the cheer and chant I made.  They have been a blessing and I enjoy having them there.  It brings back a lot of memories since Lori, Dary and I were on the HCS Cheerleading squad together.  Thank you Lord for allowing me to coach.  It is an honor and I will do my best to help these girls love and serve You.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17160568-113017429067565953?l=christinemaichelesthoughts050267.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinemaichelesthoughts050267.blogspot.com/feeds/113017429067565953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17160568&amp;postID=113017429067565953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17160568/posts/default/113017429067565953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17160568/posts/default/113017429067565953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinemaichelesthoughts050267.blogspot.com/2005/10/cheerleading-fun.html' title='Cheerleading Fun'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13099132652597196658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17160568.post-112981558993202276</id><published>2005-10-20T09:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-20T09:39:49.936-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3378/1620/1600/10-20-05%20me%20010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3378/1620/320/10-20-05%20me%20010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;This is Isabelle.  She was my mommy's doll when she was growing up.  Last Friday she gave her to me to love and care for.  What a special gift.  She gave my sister her Sally doll.  These two dolls were part of our childhood too.  My mom would let us hold and dress them.  That was such a special time.  Mommy, I will care for Isabelle and give her a wonderful home.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17160568-112981558993202276?l=christinemaichelesthoughts050267.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinemaichelesthoughts050267.blogspot.com/feeds/112981558993202276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17160568&amp;postID=112981558993202276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17160568/posts/default/112981558993202276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17160568/posts/default/112981558993202276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinemaichelesthoughts050267.blogspot.com/2005/10/this-is-isabelle.html' title=''/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13099132652597196658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17160568.post-112904759982601282</id><published>2005-10-11T12:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-11T12:19:59.840-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Babysitting my little friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3378/1620/1600/10-10-05%20me%200073.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3378/1620/200/10-10-05%20me%200072.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3378/1620/1600/10-10-05%20me%200083.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3378/1620/200/10-10-05%20me%200082.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3378/1620/1600/10-10-05%20me%200082.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Boy did I have a nice time watching Ryan and Jenna. They are the children of my dear friends Lori and Doug Sch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3378/1620/1600/10-10-05%20me%200071.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;weitzer. Saturday I was able to spend the evening playing with Ryan and Jenna. Ryan and I make cookies and watched a movie. Jenna was such a good girl. I love spending time with them. Lori and Doug are doing a great job with the kids. I am very proud to be friends with them and that their children enjoy spending time with me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17160568-112904759982601282?l=christinemaichelesthoughts050267.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinemaichelesthoughts050267.blogspot.com/feeds/112904759982601282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17160568&amp;postID=112904759982601282' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17160568/posts/default/112904759982601282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17160568/posts/default/112904759982601282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinemaichelesthoughts050267.blogspot.com/2005/10/babysitting-my-little-friends.html' title='Babysitting my little friends'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13099132652597196658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17160568.post-112863053295851709</id><published>2005-10-06T16:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-07T10:39:22.916-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ever wonder about Sweetest Day!!</title><content type='html'>I have found some information on how Sweetest Day was started. It was very interesting to find out why this holiday was originated. Here is the website I found. &lt;a href="http://pressroom.hallmark.com/sweetest_day.html"&gt;http://pressroom.hallmark.com/sweetest_day.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17160568-112863053295851709?l=christinemaichelesthoughts050267.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinemaichelesthoughts050267.blogspot.com/feeds/112863053295851709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17160568&amp;postID=112863053295851709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17160568/posts/default/112863053295851709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17160568/posts/default/112863053295851709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinemaichelesthoughts050267.blogspot.com/2005/10/ever-wonder-about-sweetest-day.html' title='Ever wonder about Sweetest Day!!'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13099132652597196658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17160568.post-112845186415185958</id><published>2005-10-04T14:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-04T15:07:50.556-04:00</updated><title type='text'>always a child - My sister's blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://alwaysachild.blogspot.com/"&gt;always a child&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17160568-112845186415185958?l=christinemaichelesthoughts050267.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinemaichelesthoughts050267.blogspot.com/feeds/112845186415185958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17160568&amp;postID=112845186415185958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17160568/posts/default/112845186415185958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17160568/posts/default/112845186415185958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinemaichelesthoughts050267.blogspot.com/2005/10/always-child-my-sisters-blog.html' title='always a child - My sister&apos;s blog'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13099132652597196658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17160568.post-112845004992793920</id><published>2005-10-04T14:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-04T14:20:49.933-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just watching the football game.  A guy after daddy's own heart.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/73/8089/50/10-1-05%20me%20034.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/73/8089/320/10-1-05%20me%20034.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17160568-112845004992793920?l=christinemaichelesthoughts050267.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinemaichelesthoughts050267.blogspot.com/feeds/112845004992793920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17160568&amp;postID=112845004992793920' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17160568/posts/default/112845004992793920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17160568/posts/default/112845004992793920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinemaichelesthoughts050267.blogspot.com/2005/10/just-watching-football-game.html' title=''/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13099132652597196658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17160568.post-112844937404642880</id><published>2005-10-04T14:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-04T14:09:34.066-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What a sweetheart&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/73/8089/50/10-1-05%20me%20002.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/73/8089/320/10-1-05%20me%20002.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17160568-112844937404642880?l=christinemaichelesthoughts050267.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinemaichelesthoughts050267.blogspot.com/feeds/112844937404642880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17160568&amp;postID=112844937404642880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17160568/posts/default/112844937404642880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17160568/posts/default/112844937404642880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinemaichelesthoughts050267.blogspot.com/2005/10/what-sweetheart.html' title=''/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13099132652597196658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17160568.post-112802551329822134</id><published>2005-09-29T16:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-29T16:25:13.303-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Struggles Within</title><content type='html'>Why must the Christian life be so hard at times?  Satan works very hard to put a kink in serving God.  I am thankful that this is not the end for a Christian.  We have the hope of eternal life.  A life rid of temptation, sin, hurt, sorrow, disappointment and evil.  What a glorious time that will be.  I am so thankful that God doesn't just leave us here without helping us through this life.  He is ever present.  &lt;em&gt;"Lord, please be near to me.  Guide me and sustain me.  Help me to stay true and close to your side."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17160568-112802551329822134?l=christinemaichelesthoughts050267.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinemaichelesthoughts050267.blogspot.com/feeds/112802551329822134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17160568&amp;postID=112802551329822134' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17160568/posts/default/112802551329822134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17160568/posts/default/112802551329822134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinemaichelesthoughts050267.blogspot.com/2005/09/struggles-within.html' title='Struggles Within'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13099132652597196658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17160568.post-112782526126117270</id><published>2005-09-27T08:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-27T08:47:41.270-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My New Adventure</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3378/1620/1600/scanned%20pom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 99px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 93px" height="145" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3378/1620/320/scanned%20pom.jpg" width="214" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Only five more weeks til my new adventure begins.  I am now the cheerleading coach for Heritage Christian School.  What an honor.  I cheered for HCS when I was in high school (don't ask how long ago).  Being a cheerleader at a Christian school is a lot different than a public school.  We do not incorporate dance or music into any of our routines.  Our goal is to cheer the team on while still being Christ-like.  We use stunting and motions in our cheers.  Although I am nervous, I am very excited.  Our try-outs are the week of October 31-November 4.  My prayer is that I will be a positive and godly example for these girls.  I want them to grow into fine christian ladies who serve the Lord.  I have found a Bible verse that I would like to use as a type of theme verse.  It is Deuteronomy 10:12 &amp; 13 - "&lt;em&gt;And now, Israel, what doth the Lord thy God require of thee, but to fear the Lord thy God, to walk in all his ways, and to love him, and to serve the Lord thy God with all thy heart and with all thy soul, To keep the commandments of the Lord, and his statutes, which I command thee this day for thy good?"&lt;/em&gt;  I used these verses at teen camp this past summer and had the girls replace Israel with their name.  Try rereading it and do that.  Put your name in place of Israel.  What powerful verses.  That encompasses all that a Christian should be.  That is my goal for these girls.  To have fun while living for the Lord.     &lt;/span&gt;&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/17160568-112782526126117270?l=christinemaichelesthoughts050267.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinemaichelesthoughts050267.blogspot.com/feeds/112782526126117270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17160568&amp;postID=112782526126117270' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17160568/posts/default/112782526126117270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17160568/posts/default/112782526126117270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinemaichelesthoughts050267.blogspot.com/2005/09/my-new-adventure.html' title='My New Adventure'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13099132652597196658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17160568.post-112778034535777162</id><published>2005-09-26T20:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-26T20:19:05.356-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It is time.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Well, I am now officially on the bandwagon.  A few of my friends have a blog so I thought I would give it a try too.  I will try to keep up with it so that it isn't too boring.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17160568-112778034535777162?l=christinemaichelesthoughts050267.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinemaichelesthoughts050267.blogspot.com/feeds/112778034535777162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17160568&amp;postID=112778034535777162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17160568/posts/default/112778034535777162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17160568/posts/default/112778034535777162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinemaichelesthoughts050267.blogspot.com/2005/09/it-is-time.html' title='It is time.'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13099132652597196658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
