<?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-5911343851927728176</id><updated>2011-12-27T00:49:21.706-06:00</updated><category term='Rett Syndrome'/><category term='Collecting'/><category term='Bloomin&apos;'/><category term='Antique Booth'/><category term='Repurpose'/><category term='Home'/><category term='Fingerprint Friday'/><category term='Thrifty Finds'/><category term='Cooking'/><category term='Crafting'/><category term='Family'/><title type='text'>Bloom Right Here!</title><subtitle type='html'>Just a fun little spot to talk about thrifty finds, crafting, being a mom....Making the most of what you have and where you are....wherever God has planted you!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanessacovington.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911343851927728176/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanessacovington.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911343851927728176/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Vanessa {Bloom Right Here!}</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15698226268281524753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SPEEv7k_kXI/AAAAAAAABSg/RiqHan4v5H4/S220/100_4842.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>253</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5911343851927728176.post-31893150168155511</id><published>2011-12-18T12:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-18T12:28:20.010-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas 2011</title><content type='html'>I know I never blog anymore.  I'm not sure why.  But, on the off chance that someone still checks on me, I thought I would share my Christmas decorations from this year.  I didn't do as much as last year when all my family came to visit.  Just tried to keep it simple this time. You can see 2010's decorations&lt;a href="http://vanessacovington.blogspot.com/2010/12/peace-on-earth.html"&gt; here&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://vanessacovington.blogspot.com/2010/12/its-beginning.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Warning:&amp;nbsp; Since this might be the only post for another month or so, I loaded it up with pictures.&amp;nbsp; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bfCfslIGiaM/Tu4oQNmYJVI/AAAAAAAAC3A/GrYxVGpGN2Q/s1600/100_9237.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bfCfslIGiaM/Tu4oQNmYJVI/AAAAAAAAC3A/GrYxVGpGN2Q/s400/100_9237.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kjif3knsIRg/Tu4oH264j0I/AAAAAAAAC24/Dvy0KYYU2sU/s1600/100_9238.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kjif3knsIRg/Tu4oH264j0I/AAAAAAAAC24/Dvy0KYYU2sU/s400/100_9238.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;A different kind of "star" this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kpfKitgoTVg/Tu4oXqaP0dI/AAAAAAAAC3I/dbGEYdyczSM/s1600/100_9239.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kpfKitgoTVg/Tu4oXqaP0dI/AAAAAAAAC3I/dbGEYdyczSM/s400/100_9239.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;I love real trees, but artificial are so much easier.&amp;nbsp; I bought this pre-lit, flocked tree after Christmas last year.&amp;nbsp; Oh how I love Hobby Lobby's 90% off clearance sales!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qHZn2Qu3S9Q/Tu4od9-TKkI/AAAAAAAAC3Q/xXTE42sx9js/s1600/100_9242.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="192" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qHZn2Qu3S9Q/Tu4od9-TKkI/AAAAAAAAC3Q/xXTE42sx9js/s400/100_9242.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;What do you think about my "J"?&amp;nbsp; Thrifted vintage boots in a beautiful blue. Too bad my calves are too fat for them to fit over.&amp;nbsp; I really want to wear them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QaXlWsm2I94/Tu4okaW766I/AAAAAAAAC3Y/0ea8fKYUxVU/s1600/100_9243.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="256" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QaXlWsm2I94/Tu4okaW766I/AAAAAAAAC3Y/0ea8fKYUxVU/s400/100_9243.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-p8LeJrB9FAk/Tu4ousJofPI/AAAAAAAAC3g/UTWvYuf7Mmg/s1600/100_9248.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-p8LeJrB9FAk/Tu4ousJofPI/AAAAAAAAC3g/UTWvYuf7Mmg/s400/100_9248.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Vintage aquarium (?) from an auction, vintage wagon from a garage sale and vintage bottle brush trees from the thrift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t7tFUGn-1WA/Tu4oylq0rZI/AAAAAAAAC3o/vomWokZeK0M/s1600/100_9251.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t7tFUGn-1WA/Tu4oylq0rZI/AAAAAAAAC3o/vomWokZeK0M/s400/100_9251.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MilaE_a6tcQ/Tu4o5JGuHsI/AAAAAAAAC3w/JITG2nlutfE/s1600/100_9254.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MilaE_a6tcQ/Tu4o5JGuHsI/AAAAAAAAC3w/JITG2nlutfE/s400/100_9254.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;A child's toy pot makes a perfect candle holder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1ty-_wFGgQc/Tu4pAif8HgI/AAAAAAAAC34/qfqjFsinfzs/s1600/100_9258.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1ty-_wFGgQc/Tu4pAif8HgI/AAAAAAAAC34/qfqjFsinfzs/s400/100_9258.jpg" width="295" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Vintage barkcloth in an embroidery hoop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Yzyz6mDlBFA/Tu4pIy5QNFI/AAAAAAAAC4A/XQdk0iJdkXQ/s1600/100_9264.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Yzyz6mDlBFA/Tu4pIy5QNFI/AAAAAAAAC4A/XQdk0iJdkXQ/s400/100_9264.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Old pulleys hold the little stockings made from an antique baby blanket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7W2lPBwDh4s/Tu4pNLLI41I/AAAAAAAAC4I/j1AJHLSevSw/s1600/100_9268.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7W2lPBwDh4s/Tu4pNLLI41I/AAAAAAAAC4I/j1AJHLSevSw/s400/100_9268.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uGwcEjBhHxA/Tu4pSTi9n-I/AAAAAAAAC4Q/hju43QxAM14/s1600/100_9271.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uGwcEjBhHxA/Tu4pSTi9n-I/AAAAAAAAC4Q/hju43QxAM14/s400/100_9271.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;I love to wonder what Mrs. Rose from Delight, Arkansas ordered all the way from Westfield, Mass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NxKi0tIIbB8/Tu4pYs4IFCI/AAAAAAAAC4Y/s0c1CmHeL4c/s1600/100_9275.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NxKi0tIIbB8/Tu4pYs4IFCI/AAAAAAAAC4Y/s0c1CmHeL4c/s400/100_9275.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BsP8erqu0yc/Tu4pm9soQPI/AAAAAAAAC4g/jNWw9HiNxI0/s1600/100_9302.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BsP8erqu0yc/Tu4pm9soQPI/AAAAAAAAC4g/jNWw9HiNxI0/s400/100_9302.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;My mom has one of these angels from when she was a child.&amp;nbsp; I found this one recently at the thrift store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pCAvIWX8_ow/Tu4prTyLKII/AAAAAAAAC4o/BKTck_Mg410/s1600/100_9303.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pCAvIWX8_ow/Tu4prTyLKII/AAAAAAAAC4o/BKTck_Mg410/s400/100_9303.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Of course I have to use some vintage Shiny Brites in my decor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Rlnbq3wEnAE/Tu4pxsfrlpI/AAAAAAAAC4w/sXA56_bS2wU/s1600/100_9279.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Rlnbq3wEnAE/Tu4pxsfrlpI/AAAAAAAAC4w/sXA56_bS2wU/s400/100_9279.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Please don't forget what Christmas is truly about.&amp;nbsp; Not fancy decorations.&amp;nbsp; Not pretty packages.&amp;nbsp; Not bright lights.&amp;nbsp; Well, except for the one bright light shining in the sky to show the way to baby Jesus.&amp;nbsp; The gift of Jesus is the reason for the season!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;"And an angel of the Lord&lt;sup class="xref" value="(&amp;lt;a href=&amp;quot;#cen-ESV-24974O&amp;quot; title=&amp;quot;See cross-reference O&amp;quot;&amp;gt;O&amp;lt;/a&amp;gt;)"&gt;&lt;/sup&gt; appeared to them, and&lt;sup class="xref" value="(&amp;lt;a href=&amp;quot;#cen-ESV-24974P&amp;quot; title=&amp;quot;See cross-reference P&amp;quot;&amp;gt;P&amp;lt;/a&amp;gt;)"&gt;&lt;/sup&gt; the glory of the Lord shone around them, and they were filled with fear. And the angel said to them, "Fear not, for behold, I bring you good news of great joy that will be for all&lt;sup class="xref" value="(&amp;lt;a href=&amp;quot;#cen-ESV-24975Q&amp;quot; title=&amp;quot;See cross-reference Q&amp;quot;&amp;gt;Q&amp;lt;/a&amp;gt;)"&gt;&lt;/sup&gt; the people."&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Luke 2:9-10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;iframe frameborder="0" height="0" id="stSegmentFrame" name="stSegmentFrame" scrolling="no" src="http://seg.sharethis.com/getSegment.php?purl=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.blogger.com%2Fpost-create.g%3FblogID%3D5911343851927728176&amp;amp;jsref=&amp;amp;rnd=1324232692468" style="display: none;" width="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="stwrapper" id="stwrapper" style="left: -999px; top: -999px; visibility: hidden;"&gt;&lt;div class="stclose"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;iframe allowtransparency="true" class="stLframe" frameborder="0" height="350" id="stLframe" name="stLframe" scrolling="no" src="" style="left: 0px; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PIfV0FrU0jo/Tpc-9sP_2cI/AAAAAAAACzQ/WzqVa2x5xUw/s1600/100_9109.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PIfV0FrU0jo/Tpc-9sP_2cI/AAAAAAAACzQ/WzqVa2x5xUw/s320/100_9109.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The rumbling of grain trucks going by reminds me that it is harvest time.&amp;nbsp; The fields that were planted and carefully tended are now reaping their bounty.&amp;nbsp; It is a wonderful time of year to be thankful for God's provision.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ekhrvBOUQSU/Tpc-5K7-3tI/AAAAAAAACzI/_w6Fa-0ZqcU/s1600/100_9105.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ekhrvBOUQSU/Tpc-5K7-3tI/AAAAAAAACzI/_w6Fa-0ZqcU/s320/100_9105.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Our family doesn't really celebrate Halloween.&amp;nbsp; Instead, I like to celebrate the beauty of autumn and all that He has given us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--TKKKuDqEww/Tpc_uLHm8jI/AAAAAAAAC0Y/2hXpGrkdPzw/s1600/100_9123.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--TKKKuDqEww/Tpc_uLHm8jI/AAAAAAAAC0Y/2hXpGrkdPzw/s400/100_9123.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fall colors, rustling leaves, a cool breeze, scampering squirrels, pumpkins and gourds.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TojcekA6W6A/Tpc_LyK6Y8I/AAAAAAAACzg/vwuTyYWfS9k/s1600/100_9113.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TojcekA6W6A/Tpc_LyK6Y8I/AAAAAAAACzg/vwuTyYWfS9k/s320/100_9113.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;How can one not be thankful?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XXsA85LgPvc/TpdGeVzsa6I/AAAAAAAAC0g/VOZvNIkGwqA/s1600/Picnik+collage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XXsA85LgPvc/TpdGeVzsa6I/AAAAAAAAC0g/VOZvNIkGwqA/s400/Picnik+collage.jpg" width="380" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I wanted my fall "mantle" to reflect the&amp;nbsp;gratitude of this season.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-y1nO7iJM898/Tpc-Vfa1ssI/AAAAAAAACyY/LHOhYecaN2g/s1600/100_9094.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="185" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-y1nO7iJM898/Tpc-Vfa1ssI/AAAAAAAACyY/LHOhYecaN2g/s320/100_9094.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-amHVmqmhHfw/Tpc-niVCr_I/AAAAAAAACy4/0qg37E4Yu9Q/s320/100_9103.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SZq5-q2pZQM/Tpc-1P_E3DI/AAAAAAAACzA/jSLUpFrKzGw/s1600/100_9104.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SZq5-q2pZQM/Tpc-1P_E3DI/AAAAAAAACzA/jSLUpFrKzGw/s320/100_9104.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nrTbB6yVtFE/Tpc_pB3dP9I/AAAAAAAAC0Q/plBbXo8K_tI/s1600/100_9121.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nrTbB6yVtFE/Tpc_pB3dP9I/AAAAAAAAC0Q/plBbXo8K_tI/s320/100_9121.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YQTn_yHR4Uk/Tpc_fyRjhVI/AAAAAAAAC0A/8ZRE-s9dhGU/s1600/100_9117.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YQTn_yHR4Uk/Tpc_fyRjhVI/AAAAAAAAC0A/8ZRE-s9dhGU/s320/100_9117.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Are you enjoying this season?&amp;nbsp; What is your favorite part of autumn?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Are you able to give thanks?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;{Our God has blessed the earth with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;a wonderful &lt;b&gt;harvest&lt;/b&gt;!&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Psalm 67:6&lt;/span&gt;}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I'm linking to:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://thediyshowoff.blogspot.com/search/label/Fall%20Festival" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="The DIY Show Off" border="0" src="http://i899.photobucket.com/albums/ac195/Roeshel/fallfest.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bec4-beyondthepicketfence.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Beyond The Picket Fence" border="0" src="http://i454.photobucket.com/albums/qq266/bec8257/button2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b243/signmakergirl/satnitenew150w.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" ps="true" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b243/signmakergirl/satnitenew150w.jpg" width="136" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5911343851927728176-6996476662454883616?l=vanessacovington.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanessacovington.blogspot.com/feeds/6996476662454883616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5911343851927728176&amp;postID=6996476662454883616' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911343851927728176/posts/default/6996476662454883616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911343851927728176/posts/default/6996476662454883616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanessacovington.blogspot.com/2011/10/harvest-blessings.html' title='Harvest Blessings'/><author><name>Vanessa {Bloom Right Here!}</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15698226268281524753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SPEEv7k_kXI/AAAAAAAABSg/RiqHan4v5H4/S220/100_4842.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PIfV0FrU0jo/Tpc-9sP_2cI/AAAAAAAACzQ/WzqVa2x5xUw/s72-c/100_9109.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5911343851927728176.post-1374206646243000581</id><published>2011-08-21T17:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-21T17:16:30.762-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday Blessings</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-S2Tx14Xa1hg/TlGDnlQQtTI/AAAAAAAACyU/u-XAyZBukDQ/s1600/IMG_0236%255B1%255D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-S2Tx14Xa1hg/TlGDnlQQtTI/AAAAAAAACyU/u-XAyZBukDQ/s400/IMG_0236%255B1%255D.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5911343851927728176-1374206646243000581?l=vanessacovington.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanessacovington.blogspot.com/feeds/1374206646243000581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5911343851927728176&amp;postID=1374206646243000581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911343851927728176/posts/default/1374206646243000581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911343851927728176/posts/default/1374206646243000581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanessacovington.blogspot.com/2011/08/sunday-blessings_21.html' title='Sunday Blessings'/><author><name>Vanessa {Bloom Right Here!}</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15698226268281524753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SPEEv7k_kXI/AAAAAAAABSg/RiqHan4v5H4/S220/100_4842.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-S2Tx14Xa1hg/TlGDnlQQtTI/AAAAAAAACyU/u-XAyZBukDQ/s72-c/IMG_0236%255B1%255D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5911343851927728176.post-3111733111418128736</id><published>2011-08-14T14:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-14T14:10:41.716-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday Blessings</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XA6E__5PP14/TkgZIBn4y5I/AAAAAAAACyQ/pv9_uAmDT5w/s1600/IMG_0250%255B1%255D.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XA6E__5PP14/TkgZIBn4y5I/AAAAAAAACyQ/pv9_uAmDT5w/s320/IMG_0250%255B1%255D.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;{&lt;strong&gt;Faith&lt;/strong&gt; means being sure of the things we hope for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;and knowing that something is real &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;even if we do not see it.&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Hebrews 11:1&lt;/span&gt;}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GiwUnGpMg10/TkgY_TNHf8I/AAAAAAAACyM/gqBPg-cJ8tE/s1600/IMG_0247%255B1%255D.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GiwUnGpMg10/TkgY_TNHf8I/AAAAAAAACyM/gqBPg-cJ8tE/s400/IMG_0247%255B1%255D.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5911343851927728176-3111733111418128736?l=vanessacovington.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanessacovington.blogspot.com/feeds/3111733111418128736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5911343851927728176&amp;postID=3111733111418128736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911343851927728176/posts/default/3111733111418128736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911343851927728176/posts/default/3111733111418128736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanessacovington.blogspot.com/2011/08/sunday-blessings_14.html' title='Sunday Blessings'/><author><name>Vanessa {Bloom Right Here!}</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15698226268281524753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SPEEv7k_kXI/AAAAAAAABSg/RiqHan4v5H4/S220/100_4842.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XA6E__5PP14/TkgZIBn4y5I/AAAAAAAACyQ/pv9_uAmDT5w/s72-c/IMG_0250%255B1%255D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5911343851927728176.post-2594015950196994633</id><published>2011-08-12T10:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-12T10:11:24.386-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Insta Friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Good morning!&amp;nbsp; Today I want to share some of my Instagram photos with you.&amp;nbsp; Instagram is a fun (and free) iPhone/iPod app.&amp;nbsp; No, I don't have an iPhone.&amp;nbsp; My Sweet Girl won an&amp;nbsp;iPod Touch last fall and I like to use it to take photos.&amp;nbsp; Honestly, I don't know how to do much else on it.&amp;nbsp; But I love Instagram!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://liferearranged.com/" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="life rearranged" border="0" height="120" src="http://liferearranged.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/04/instafridaybutton.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0TeXb_O5M08/TkU2CxLq71I/AAAAAAAACxo/2_cWdkqrdcY/s1600/IMG_0212%255B1%255D.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0TeXb_O5M08/TkU2CxLq71I/AAAAAAAACxo/2_cWdkqrdcY/s320/IMG_0212%255B1%255D.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This is what I woke up to this morning - a double rainbow!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1vNIF1keBRQ/TkU3A0EgqlI/AAAAAAAACyA/wmJyBMIewqc/s1600/IMG_0174%255B1%255D.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1vNIF1keBRQ/TkU3A0EgqlI/AAAAAAAACyA/wmJyBMIewqc/s320/IMG_0174%255B1%255D.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;This is from a couple weeks ago.&amp;nbsp; I thought it looked like the clouds exploded into the sky. The sky is probably one of my favorite things to photograph.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JRF9B9u481g/TkU3a8lLcnI/AAAAAAAACyE/B-ln1aZtTo0/s1600/IMG_0108%255B1%255D.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JRF9B9u481g/TkU3a8lLcnI/AAAAAAAACyE/B-ln1aZtTo0/s320/IMG_0108%255B1%255D.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;One of the highlights of my summer has been watching my Sweet Girl at physical therapy.&amp;nbsp; Our dream is for her to walk one day and she is making great strides!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FyK-BSHuw00/TkU3lc4QX_I/AAAAAAAACyI/qFp3F15-nHk/s1600/IMG_0131%255B1%255D.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FyK-BSHuw00/TkU3lc4QX_I/AAAAAAAACyI/qFp3F15-nHk/s320/IMG_0131%255B1%255D.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Another summer favorite - homemade icecream!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mAYI94BMzwA/TkU2e3lBb_I/AAAAAAAACx0/hXBiFgFNp-4/s1600/IMG_0203%255B1%255D.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mAYI94BMzwA/TkU2e3lBb_I/AAAAAAAACx0/hXBiFgFNp-4/s320/IMG_0203%255B1%255D.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We have done a lot of grilling this summer.&amp;nbsp; And by we I mostly mean my 13 (until next week) year old son.&amp;nbsp; The photo is of the 10 year old enjoy the results of the grilling.&amp;nbsp; Porkchops!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-w7dO7uzCqbc/TkU23AKmfrI/AAAAAAAACx8/jnZByTfSRj0/s1600/IMG_0178%255B1%255D.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-w7dO7uzCqbc/TkU23AKmfrI/AAAAAAAACx8/jnZByTfSRj0/s320/IMG_0178%255B1%255D.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;On our way to Colorado last month we made a pit stop in Omaha.&amp;nbsp; This is my 13 year olds idea of a vacation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j1baA0HGMFA/TkU2qCbUsgI/AAAAAAAACx4/Ey7c7NtrrD4/s1600/IMG_0186%255B1%255D.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j1baA0HGMFA/TkU2qCbUsgI/AAAAAAAACx4/Ey7c7NtrrD4/s320/IMG_0186%255B1%255D.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And this one enjoyed the jungle at the Henry Doorly Zoo.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EitAcqHimdQ/TkU2VGWGbQI/AAAAAAAACxw/By-rrBNncq4/s1600/IMG_0204%255B1%255D.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EitAcqHimdQ/TkU2VGWGbQI/AAAAAAAACxw/By-rrBNncq4/s320/IMG_0204%255B1%255D.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We had been lacking rain, so I recruited the boys to wash my van.&amp;nbsp; It rained that night!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CoS7NpUFmr0/TkU2MGzUUpI/AAAAAAAACxs/YVTSNaj1tps/s1600/IMG_0210%255B1%255D.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CoS7NpUFmr0/TkU2MGzUUpI/AAAAAAAACxs/YVTSNaj1tps/s320/IMG_0210%255B1%255D.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This is our version of dining out earlier this week. We have had some gorgeous weather and wanted to enjoy it as much as possible.&amp;nbsp; It was the first time for us to use the iron patio set that I got on a "curb shopping" adventure a few weeks ago.&amp;nbsp; Yes, that means it was sitting on someone's curb waiting to be taken or hauled away to the dump.&amp;nbsp; One person's trash really is another's treasure!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Now you can hop on over and view other InstaFriday images.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://liferearranged.com/" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="life rearranged" border="0" height="120" src="http://liferearranged.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/04/instafridaybutton.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;{Instant&lt;/strong&gt;ly the man could see, and he followed Jesus, praising God. And all who saw it praised God, too.&amp;nbsp; &lt;span class="keywordresultextras"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Luke 18:43&lt;/span&gt;}&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Luke+18:42-43&amp;amp;version=51"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5911343851927728176-2594015950196994633?l=vanessacovington.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanessacovington.blogspot.com/feeds/2594015950196994633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5911343851927728176&amp;postID=2594015950196994633' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911343851927728176/posts/default/2594015950196994633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911343851927728176/posts/default/2594015950196994633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanessacovington.blogspot.com/2011/08/insta-friday.html' title='Insta Friday'/><author><name>Vanessa {Bloom Right Here!}</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15698226268281524753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SPEEv7k_kXI/AAAAAAAABSg/RiqHan4v5H4/S220/100_4842.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0TeXb_O5M08/TkU2CxLq71I/AAAAAAAACxo/2_cWdkqrdcY/s72-c/IMG_0212%255B1%255D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5911343851927728176.post-8591721016222030858</id><published>2011-08-06T22:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-06T22:02:26.619-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday Blessings</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;At a recent auction I purchased several boxes of very old books.&amp;nbsp; I hadn't planned on buying any books, but the auctioneer could hardly get a bid.&amp;nbsp; The thought of&amp;nbsp;all those books just being thrown in the dumpster was too much, so I brought them home with me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Oh what treasures! &lt;em&gt;Jane Eyre&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;The Red Pony&lt;/em&gt;, a children's version of &lt;em&gt;Pilgrim's Progress&lt;/em&gt;, a very large family Bible from 1854.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e3uVwhRnKe0/Tj3shd2eLBI/AAAAAAAACxU/hemxRWWVIGI/s1600/100_8890.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e3uVwhRnKe0/Tj3shd2eLBI/AAAAAAAACxU/hemxRWWVIGI/s400/100_8890.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;But perhaps my favorite is &lt;em&gt;A Farmer's Wife, The Story of Ruth&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1Aw49B2IBgE/Tj3sljYsXGI/AAAAAAAACxY/wK7u0RffGVI/s1600/100_8891.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1Aw49B2IBgE/Tj3sljYsXGI/AAAAAAAACxY/wK7u0RffGVI/s400/100_8891.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This beautiful little book was published in 1906.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-H7ilsJiqv5I/Tj3spDENHdI/AAAAAAAACxc/tkGI2RSYaTM/s1600/100_8893.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-H7ilsJiqv5I/Tj3spDENHdI/AAAAAAAACxc/tkGI2RSYaTM/s400/100_8893.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Are you familiar with the story of Ruth?&amp;nbsp; Even if not, you have maybe heard this popular verse:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;{...for whither thou goest I will go; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and where thou lodgest I will lodge: &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;thy people shall be my people, and thy God my God....}&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;It is a beautiful story; one I grew up hearing in Sunday School.&amp;nbsp; The true depth of the story, though, wasn't revealed to me until last summer.&amp;nbsp; My husband was unemployed and our future was uncertain.&amp;nbsp; I was struggling with my faith.&amp;nbsp; What did God have in store for our family?&amp;nbsp; One day, while reading some blogs, I came across&lt;a href="http://www.womensbiblecafe.com/category/completed-studies/ruth/"&gt; this online Bible study&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;I knew I needed to participate, so I purchased the book and signed up. From the very beginning of the study I could feel God working on me.&amp;nbsp; It was a comfort to be reminded that God was with us in our trials and that He would be with us when and where we moved. I learned so much from Ruth and her faith.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Jump ahead to this spring.&amp;nbsp; We'd been in our new location for several months and I was lonely and depressed.&amp;nbsp; One day a gal from church called to see if I would like to participate in a new women's Bible study.&amp;nbsp; They were planning on doing the same study I had done last summer - &lt;a href="http://www.lifeway.com/Product/ruth-loss-love-legacy-member-book-P005189427"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ruth&lt;/em&gt; by Kelly Minter.&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp; This time I was again reminded of Ruth's faith and her&amp;nbsp;strength as she struggled in a foreign land.&amp;nbsp; My heart did some healing and I developed some wonderful&amp;nbsp;friendships.&amp;nbsp; For many reasons, Ruth's story has a deeper meaning for me now.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Well, I meant to make this a short explanation of why I was excited to find the old book.&amp;nbsp; I guess it didn't end up so short.&amp;nbsp; If you haven't read the story of Ruth I would encourage you to do so.&amp;nbsp; You can ﻿read it &lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Ruth+1&amp;amp;version=ESV"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;{The LORD repay you for what you have done, and a full reward be given you by the LORD, the God of Israel, under whose wings you have come to take refuge!"&amp;nbsp; Ruth 2:12}&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5911343851927728176-8591721016222030858?l=vanessacovington.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanessacovington.blogspot.com/feeds/8591721016222030858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5911343851927728176&amp;postID=8591721016222030858' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911343851927728176/posts/default/8591721016222030858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911343851927728176/posts/default/8591721016222030858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanessacovington.blogspot.com/2011/08/sunday-blessings.html' title='Sunday Blessings'/><author><name>Vanessa {Bloom Right Here!}</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15698226268281524753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SPEEv7k_kXI/AAAAAAAABSg/RiqHan4v5H4/S220/100_4842.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e3uVwhRnKe0/Tj3shd2eLBI/AAAAAAAACxU/hemxRWWVIGI/s72-c/100_8890.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5911343851927728176.post-527972557379765934</id><published>2011-08-05T17:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-05T17:39:00.890-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Chippy Blue Chest</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0wXIrBiGy9I/TjximdwNmzI/AAAAAAAACwo/z0G6CXUsHNs/s1600/100_8878.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0wXIrBiGy9I/TjximdwNmzI/AAAAAAAACwo/z0G6CXUsHNs/s400/100_8878.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Have you ever pulled up to a garage sale and immediately spotted something that makes you giddy? It happened to me earlier this summer.&amp;nbsp; I found myself walking quickly towards the piece and thinking, "Please don't let it be sold already" and "Please don't let it be super expensive."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e7Aj9hd6DcM/TjxijPpm2_I/AAAAAAAACwk/sRBsYJkQoE8/s1600/100_8877.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="306" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e7Aj9hd6DcM/TjxijPpm2_I/AAAAAAAACwk/sRBsYJkQoE8/s400/100_8877.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It wasn't sold and it was only $20!&amp;nbsp; This beautiful chippy chest was coming home with me.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hcBij-6CJE8/Tjxl1iuNlMI/AAAAAAAACxA/Tajmw_4GD7M/s1600/100_8876.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hcBij-6CJE8/Tjxl1iuNlMI/AAAAAAAACxA/Tajmw_4GD7M/s400/100_8876.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Now, I realize some people don't see the beauty in this.&amp;nbsp; Obviously, at some point this chest started to be refinished.&amp;nbsp; Did the person change their mind?&amp;nbsp; Just run out of steam? Eventually, it just got pushed to the back of the shed and forgotten?&amp;nbsp; I don't know the story, but I do know that I love it &lt;a href="http://vanessacovington.blogspot.com/2010/05/glimpse-of-goodness.html"&gt;just the way it is&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-myoZERHA_tY/Tjxl4f6225I/AAAAAAAACxE/h94k2fv_W9s/s1600/100_8879.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-myoZERHA_tY/Tjxl4f6225I/AAAAAAAACxE/h94k2fv_W9s/s400/100_8879.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;The wonderful hand-carved pulls.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CXeZNFYlcpA/Tjxl8iKQeNI/AAAAAAAACxI/TM908YFQ9gs/s1600/100_8880.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CXeZNFYlcpA/Tjxl8iKQeNI/AAAAAAAACxI/TM908YFQ9gs/s400/100_8880.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;....the little extra details....the perfect blue color.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tefoAVBTPnU/TjxlxOAqtvI/AAAAAAAACw8/ZK1shH8UKRY/s1600/100_8875.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tefoAVBTPnU/TjxlxOAqtvI/AAAAAAAACw8/ZK1shH8UKRY/s400/100_8875.jpg" width="355" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I really do love everything about it.&amp;nbsp; This chest is a wonderful addition to the master bedroom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PNEyzneMljY/Tjxl_suSYmI/AAAAAAAACxM/VEapBtu4m64/s1600/100_8882.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PNEyzneMljY/Tjxl_suSYmI/AAAAAAAACxM/VEapBtu4m64/s400/100_8882.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ppCv7ug-rdg/TjxmDjHtc-I/AAAAAAAACxQ/v9UMyX_IP6c/s1600/100_8885.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ppCv7ug-rdg/TjxmDjHtc-I/AAAAAAAACxQ/v9UMyX_IP6c/s400/100_8885.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Do you have a favorite furniture find from this summer?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;{It takes wisdom to build a house, and understanding to set it on a firm foundation; It takes knowledge to furnish its rooms with fine &lt;b&gt;furniture&lt;/b&gt; and beautiful draperies. &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Proverbs 24:3&lt;/span&gt;}&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="keywordresultextras"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://missmustardseed.blogspot.com/search/label/Furniture%20Feature%20Friday/" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Mustard Seed Creations Furniture Feature Friday" src="http://www.missmustardseed.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/01/furniturefeaturefridays330.jpg" style="width: 302px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm linking up to &lt;a href="http://missmustardseed.blogspot.com/2011/08/furniture-feature-friday-favorites-link.html"&gt;Miss Mustard Seed&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5911343851927728176-527972557379765934?l=vanessacovington.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanessacovington.blogspot.com/feeds/527972557379765934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5911343851927728176&amp;postID=527972557379765934' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911343851927728176/posts/default/527972557379765934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911343851927728176/posts/default/527972557379765934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanessacovington.blogspot.com/2011/08/chippy-blue-chest.html' title='Chippy Blue Chest'/><author><name>Vanessa {Bloom Right Here!}</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15698226268281524753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SPEEv7k_kXI/AAAAAAAABSg/RiqHan4v5H4/S220/100_4842.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0wXIrBiGy9I/TjximdwNmzI/AAAAAAAACwo/z0G6CXUsHNs/s72-c/100_8878.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5911343851927728176.post-3524226049402340696</id><published>2011-08-02T16:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-02T16:20:45.381-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pinterest Challenge - Laptop Bag</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It is August already.&amp;nbsp; How did that happen?!&amp;nbsp; I could give you a bunch of excuses for why I haven't blogged since the middle of May, but I'm not going to.&amp;nbsp; Instead, I am just going to jump right back in like I haven't been gone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Have you heard of &lt;a href="http://pinterest.com/vanessakae/"&gt;Pinterest&lt;/a&gt;?&amp;nbsp; It is like an online inspiration board and you can "pin" pictures from all over the internet.&amp;nbsp; Let me tell you, it is very addictive.&amp;nbsp; And fun. Well, today I was catching up on some blog reading and came across some gals who were hosting a &lt;a href="http://www.younghouselove.com/2011/08/320-pins/"&gt;Pinterest Challenge&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp; It just so happens that I created a project last week using inspiration from Pinterest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This spring I finally joined the world of laptop users.&amp;nbsp; Since then, I have been searching for just the right bag to hold my laptop.&amp;nbsp; When I came across the picture below, I knew I had found "the one."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="400" id="pinCloseupImage" src="http://d30opm7hsgivgh.cloudfront.net/upload/77961129_cxLgNrdv_c.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{The original source for this bag is &lt;a class="colorless" href="http://craftycpa.blogspot.com/2011/07/return-on-creativity-feed-sack.html" target="_blank"&gt;craftycpa.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;.}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is my version:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SM9B7u9MOHM/TjhhPGNXnKI/AAAAAAAACwI/_8Egio4lBqw/s1600/100_8873.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SM9B7u9MOHM/TjhhPGNXnKI/AAAAAAAACwI/_8Egio4lBqw/s400/100_8873.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I love the way it turned out!&amp;nbsp; And the best part is that I had everything I needed for this project.&amp;nbsp; The feed sack was a thrift store find, I think.&amp;nbsp; I've had it for quite awhile, so I really don't remember.&amp;nbsp; It was the perfect width for my 17" computer.&amp;nbsp; I guess it was meant to be!&amp;nbsp; The strap is made from wide jute webbing leftover from a previous project (and purchased at WalMart).&amp;nbsp; I folded it in half and stitched&amp;nbsp;down both sides.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VAsOWBC9EgU/TjhhjsIHuzI/AAAAAAAACwU/MqKFMmBBTM4/s1600/100_8869.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VAsOWBC9EgU/TjhhjsIHuzI/AAAAAAAACwU/MqKFMmBBTM4/s400/100_8869.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I liked the look of this old military bar, so I pinned it on.&amp;nbsp; It was in a jar of buttons from the thrift store.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AniqvFcD0x4/TjhhpXeCRII/AAAAAAAACwY/dVSMa8QZ_n0/s1600/100_8868.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AniqvFcD0x4/TjhhpXeCRII/AAAAAAAACwY/dVSMa8QZ_n0/s400/100_8868.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The flower is made from scraps and an old button.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EEypTPmRaIs/TjhhXK_DS4I/AAAAAAAACwM/GkAXD-WUl5M/s1600/100_8872.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EEypTPmRaIs/TjhhXK_DS4I/AAAAAAAACwM/GkAXD-WUl5M/s400/100_8872.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Here is a little peek of the lining fabric.&amp;nbsp; It was just a piece from my fabric stash.&amp;nbsp; It isn't vintage fabric, but has the look.&amp;nbsp; Between the lining and the exterior is a layer of neoprene fabric that I found at the local consignment store.&amp;nbsp; I guess it is the one thing I purchased with a laptop bag in mind.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rRmK1nwXJK0/TjhhbqRe8xI/AAAAAAAACwQ/7rJvgEUVEHs/s1600/100_8871.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rRmK1nwXJK0/TjhhbqRe8xI/AAAAAAAACwQ/7rJvgEUVEHs/s400/100_8871.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This pocket is just right for my power cord.&amp;nbsp; I purchased a few of these shot bags from an auction a couple weeks ago.&amp;nbsp; I knew I could find a use for them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Thanks to Pinterest, I was able to create a laptop bag that i really love.&amp;nbsp; I actually rarely take my computer out of the house, but now I want to take it along wherever I go just so I can use my new bag!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I am linking up to the &lt;a href="http://www.younghouselove.com/2011/08/320-pins/"&gt;Pinterest Challenge&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp; Be sure to check out all the other great projects.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.younghouselove.com/2011/08/320-pins/"&gt;&lt;img alt="" class="aligncenter" height="120" src="http://images.younghouselove.com.s3.amazonaws.com/2011/07/pinterest-challenge.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5911343851927728176-3524226049402340696?l=vanessacovington.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanessacovington.blogspot.com/feeds/3524226049402340696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5911343851927728176&amp;postID=3524226049402340696' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911343851927728176/posts/default/3524226049402340696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911343851927728176/posts/default/3524226049402340696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanessacovington.blogspot.com/2011/08/pinterest-challenge-laptop-bag.html' title='Pinterest Challenge - Laptop Bag'/><author><name>Vanessa {Bloom Right Here!}</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15698226268281524753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SPEEv7k_kXI/AAAAAAAABSg/RiqHan4v5H4/S220/100_4842.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SM9B7u9MOHM/TjhhPGNXnKI/AAAAAAAACwI/_8Egio4lBqw/s72-c/100_8873.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5911343851927728176.post-4177041432475952732</id><published>2011-05-15T19:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-15T19:24:51.352-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday Blessings</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QFyxCVefEu0/TdBo-tybmHI/AAAAAAAACv8/aIFW5UC8RO8/s1600/scan.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" j8="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QFyxCVefEu0/TdBo-tybmHI/AAAAAAAACv8/aIFW5UC8RO8/s400/scan.jpg" width="305" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This picture was drawn by my 10 year old son in honor of&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;his 8 year old sister.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;{And make straight paths for your feet, lest that which is lame be turned out of the way;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;but let it rather be healed.&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Hebrews 12:13&lt;/span&gt;}&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5911343851927728176-4177041432475952732?l=vanessacovington.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanessacovington.blogspot.com/feeds/4177041432475952732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5911343851927728176&amp;postID=4177041432475952732' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911343851927728176/posts/default/4177041432475952732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911343851927728176/posts/default/4177041432475952732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanessacovington.blogspot.com/2011/05/sunday-blessings_15.html' title='Sunday Blessings'/><author><name>Vanessa {Bloom Right Here!}</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15698226268281524753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SPEEv7k_kXI/AAAAAAAABSg/RiqHan4v5H4/S220/100_4842.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QFyxCVefEu0/TdBo-tybmHI/AAAAAAAACv8/aIFW5UC8RO8/s72-c/scan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5911343851927728176.post-232743415437794370</id><published>2011-05-01T08:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-01T08:51:53.804-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday Blessings</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" aria-busy="false" aria-describedby="fbPhotoTheaterCaption" class="spotlight" height="400" src="https://fbcdn-sphotos-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/27194_372889389282_691484282_4830977_2706902_n.jpg" width="313" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;{For as the earth bursts with spring wildflowers, and as a garden cascades with blossoms, So the Master, God, brings righteousness into full bloom and puts praise on display before the nations.&amp;nbsp; Isaiah 61:10}&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5911343851927728176-232743415437794370?l=vanessacovington.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanessacovington.blogspot.com/feeds/232743415437794370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5911343851927728176&amp;postID=232743415437794370' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911343851927728176/posts/default/232743415437794370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911343851927728176/posts/default/232743415437794370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanessacovington.blogspot.com/2011/05/sunday-blessings.html' title='Sunday Blessings'/><author><name>Vanessa {Bloom Right Here!}</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15698226268281524753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SPEEv7k_kXI/AAAAAAAABSg/RiqHan4v5H4/S220/100_4842.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5911343851927728176.post-4367737524049306481</id><published>2011-04-20T20:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-20T20:54:24.917-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Giveaway Winner</title><content type='html'>Well, I had hoped to get another post done this week, but it just didn't happen.&amp;nbsp; I still plan on writing more about grace.&amp;nbsp; Some wonderful friends are sharing their thoughts on grace with me.&amp;nbsp; That way I will actually have some thoughts to share with you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are heading to Colorado to spend Easter weekend with my family.&amp;nbsp; I am excited to see everyone, but especially my new little nephew who was born on April 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I am very tired and still have several things I need to get done tonight.&amp;nbsp; So, without further ado, the winner of my blog giveaway is....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Corene&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;She just happens to be my cousin.&amp;nbsp; Congratulations!&amp;nbsp; Thank you to everyone else who left a comment on my blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;That's all for tonight,folks.﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5911343851927728176-4367737524049306481?l=vanessacovington.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanessacovington.blogspot.com/feeds/4367737524049306481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5911343851927728176&amp;postID=4367737524049306481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911343851927728176/posts/default/4367737524049306481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911343851927728176/posts/default/4367737524049306481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanessacovington.blogspot.com/2011/04/giveaway-winner.html' title='Giveaway Winner'/><author><name>Vanessa {Bloom Right Here!}</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15698226268281524753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SPEEv7k_kXI/AAAAAAAABSg/RiqHan4v5H4/S220/100_4842.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5911343851927728176.post-930049740322111336</id><published>2011-04-17T06:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-17T06:48:52.012-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday Blessing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--_Xz6H3VaE0/TarSsOc9TPI/AAAAAAAACv4/npG5il0h_Mk/s1600/100_8644.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" r6="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--_Xz6H3VaE0/TarSsOc9TPI/AAAAAAAACv4/npG5il0h_Mk/s640/100_8644.jpg" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I hope you have a wonderful Lord's day filled with God's grace and glory!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If you haven't already entered my giveaway, make sure you go &lt;a href="http://vanessacovington.blogspot.com/2011/04/by-graceand-giveaway.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;and leave a comment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5911343851927728176-930049740322111336?l=vanessacovington.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanessacovington.blogspot.com/feeds/930049740322111336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5911343851927728176&amp;postID=930049740322111336' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911343851927728176/posts/default/930049740322111336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911343851927728176/posts/default/930049740322111336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanessacovington.blogspot.com/2011/04/sunday-blessing_17.html' title='Sunday Blessing'/><author><name>Vanessa {Bloom Right Here!}</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15698226268281524753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SPEEv7k_kXI/AAAAAAAABSg/RiqHan4v5H4/S220/100_4842.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--_Xz6H3VaE0/TarSsOc9TPI/AAAAAAAACv4/npG5il0h_Mk/s72-c/100_8644.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5911343851927728176.post-2372270865796577607</id><published>2011-04-14T16:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-14T16:18:08.596-05:00</updated><title type='text'>By Grace....and a Giveaway</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Several weeks ago, on a whim, I signed up to review products for &lt;a href="http://www.incourage.me/"&gt;(in)courage&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;and&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.dayspring.com/"&gt;Dayspring&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;.&amp;nbsp; I honestly figured my itty-bitty blog would not be considered and I forgot about the whole thing.&amp;nbsp; Imagine my surprise when I found a package on my doorstep last week.&amp;nbsp; I opened it to find this wonderful jewelry set.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ezDQbMUDCFw/TaSi8hyaEjI/AAAAAAAACvk/w8bxFvzuuj0/s1600/100_8624.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" r6="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ezDQbMUDCFw/TaSi8hyaEjI/AAAAAAAACvk/w8bxFvzuuj0/s400/100_8624.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://store.dayspring.com/bygraljeset.html"&gt;By Grace Alone&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RgZzszbjJ-4/TaSjBfYZGoI/AAAAAAAACvw/qq2XD1R1R9o/s1600/100_8630.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" r6="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RgZzszbjJ-4/TaSjBfYZGoI/AAAAAAAACvw/qq2XD1R1R9o/s400/100_8630.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I've actually never been a big jewelry person, but lately I have been trying to accessorize a bit more.&amp;nbsp; I can tell you that this pendant will now be one of my staple pieces. I love the simplicity, the stamped words, the sweet little bird.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1NPDqgTK1N0/TaSjC-6uHbI/AAAAAAAACv0/iIxvGxdZO3I/s1600/100_8631.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" r6="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1NPDqgTK1N0/TaSjC-6uHbI/AAAAAAAACv0/iIxvGxdZO3I/s400/100_8631.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;...and the scripture on the back!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;{By the grace of God I am what I am.&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;1 Corinthians 15:10&lt;/span&gt;}&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Isn't that the truth?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1zE5zJCDzpE/TaSi-R123KI/AAAAAAAACvo/GQfrPzKghUc/s1600/100_8625.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" r6="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1zE5zJCDzpE/TaSi-R123KI/AAAAAAAACvo/GQfrPzKghUc/s400/100_8625.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The set also comes with this cuff bracelet....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mApHay6LmD8/TaSi_qFDsFI/AAAAAAAACvs/oFaqAQtMGOU/s1600/100_8628.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="305" r6="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mApHay6LmD8/TaSi_qFDsFI/AAAAAAAACvs/oFaqAQtMGOU/s400/100_8628.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;....and these sweet little earrings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;All the pieces are available separately, but the set is &lt;a href="http://store.dayspring.com/bygraljeset.html"&gt;on sale&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;right now for 20% off.&amp;nbsp; If you need a gift for Easter, Mother's Day or Graduation, this would be a great choice.&amp;nbsp; It would also be a wonderful way to tell a new Christian "welcome to the family."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Receiving this jewelry and writing this blog post have really made me stop and think about what grace truly means.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I plan on doing a follow-up post to share some thoughts with you, so make sure you stop back by in a few days.&amp;nbsp; I'm really trying to blog more regularly again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Now for the giveaway!&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://www.dayspring.com/"&gt;Dayspring&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;has generously offered to give one of my readers a code for $20 off a purchase from their online store.&amp;nbsp; To enter, just leave a comment on this post.&amp;nbsp; It is not a requirement, but in your comment I would love to know your thoughts on God's grace and how it has impacted your life.&amp;nbsp; I will draw a winner next Wednesday - April 20.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;{The amazing &lt;strong&gt;grace&lt;/strong&gt; of the Master, Jesus Christ, the extravagant love of God, the intimate friendship of the Holy Spirit, be with all of you. &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;2 Corinthians 13:14&lt;/span&gt;}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Disclaimer ~ I received this jewelry free of charge from &lt;a href="http://www.dayspring.com/"&gt;DaySpring&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;and &lt;a href="http://www.incourage.me/"&gt;(in)courage&lt;/a&gt;, in exchange for my review. I was not&amp;nbsp;compensated in any other way and the above opinions are just that - my opinions.&amp;nbsp; Thanks!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5911343851927728176-2372270865796577607?l=vanessacovington.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanessacovington.blogspot.com/feeds/2372270865796577607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5911343851927728176&amp;postID=2372270865796577607' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911343851927728176/posts/default/2372270865796577607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911343851927728176/posts/default/2372270865796577607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanessacovington.blogspot.com/2011/04/by-graceand-giveaway.html' title='By Grace....and a Giveaway'/><author><name>Vanessa {Bloom Right Here!}</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15698226268281524753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SPEEv7k_kXI/AAAAAAAABSg/RiqHan4v5H4/S220/100_4842.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ezDQbMUDCFw/TaSi8hyaEjI/AAAAAAAACvk/w8bxFvzuuj0/s72-c/100_8624.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5911343851927728176.post-935304242498777123</id><published>2011-04-10T09:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-10T09:58:23.716-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday Blessing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-V0f7DvT2g30/TaHFYLlKtkI/AAAAAAAACvg/mD2jFxws-Eo/s1600/heavens41011.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" r6="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-V0f7DvT2g30/TaHFYLlKtkI/AAAAAAAACvg/mD2jFxws-Eo/s640/heavens41011.jpg" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5911343851927728176-935304242498777123?l=vanessacovington.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanessacovington.blogspot.com/feeds/935304242498777123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5911343851927728176&amp;postID=935304242498777123' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911343851927728176/posts/default/935304242498777123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911343851927728176/posts/default/935304242498777123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanessacovington.blogspot.com/2011/04/sunday-blessing.html' title='Sunday Blessing'/><author><name>Vanessa {Bloom Right Here!}</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15698226268281524753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SPEEv7k_kXI/AAAAAAAABSg/RiqHan4v5H4/S220/100_4842.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-V0f7DvT2g30/TaHFYLlKtkI/AAAAAAAACvg/mD2jFxws-Eo/s72-c/heavens41011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5911343851927728176.post-1651505737459695916</id><published>2011-04-06T14:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T14:40:05.632-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Porch of Protection</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Phil and I have been married for almost 16 years.&amp;nbsp; We have owned four different houses, in four different towns.﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IW-km49XjzE/TZyc9bFymmI/AAAAAAAACvQ/UdP-DKuHwGQ/s1600/scan.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" r6="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IW-km49XjzE/TZyc9bFymmI/AAAAAAAACvQ/UdP-DKuHwGQ/s400/scan.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;This was our first house.&amp;nbsp; It was almost 100 years old.&amp;nbsp; What character it had!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FKPsPiOzMic/SV6ZxEjkQpI/AAAAAAAAB44/8fD5E2RmDNc/s1600/100_3141.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="232" r6="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FKPsPiOzMic/SV6ZxEjkQpI/AAAAAAAAB44/8fD5E2RmDNc/s400/100_3141.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Our second house.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nmKeZwSRllU/TZyu2R9sSLI/AAAAAAAACvY/Zw-Qg-GCRDw/s1600/magporch.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" r6="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nmKeZwSRllU/TZyu2R9sSLI/AAAAAAAACvY/Zw-Qg-GCRDw/s400/magporch.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Third house....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qNcGIPfDyq0/TIf6wTpLeTI/AAAAAAAACqs/L2dKF8raoL0/s1600/100_7907.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" r6="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qNcGIPfDyq0/TIf6wTpLeTI/AAAAAAAACqs/L2dKF8raoL0/s400/100_7907.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LW69QeJs9R4/TIf68272TWI/AAAAAAAACq0/vkjCnNZZcrw/s1600/100_7908.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" r6="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LW69QeJs9R4/TIf68272TWI/AAAAAAAACq0/vkjCnNZZcrw/s400/100_7908.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;And our current home....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Do you notice a trend?&amp;nbsp; All of our homes have had wonderful front&amp;nbsp; porches.&amp;nbsp; A porch is at the top of my list when we house-hunt.&amp;nbsp; I've even been known to tell a realtor (or two) that I wasn't interested in looking at a house if it didn't have a porch.&amp;nbsp; I just feel like it makes a home complete.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Our first porch had a porch swing.&amp;nbsp; We loved spending time on that porch, but probably spent even more time on the next-door-neighbor's porch visiting with her. Oh, how I treasure those memories.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;House number two had a porch lined with beautiful azaleas that bloomed every spring.&amp;nbsp; The view was of a million dollar house and barn across the road - complete with white fence and horses and cows grazing.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I was heartbroken when we moved again, but took solace in the new front porch.&amp;nbsp; It was huge and actually wrapped around three sides of the house.&amp;nbsp; I would sometimes drink my morning coffee out there and watch the deer in the yard.&amp;nbsp; Or I would take a nap on an old cot.&amp;nbsp; I decorated it just like another room of the house; filling it with rockers and tables and fun "junk."&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And now our current home has a front porch and gazebo. Cold weather arrived shortly after we moved in, so I haven't had a lot of time to spend on the porch or to decorate it.&amp;nbsp; I have ventured out a few times to take pictures of sunsets or to just enjoy the view of the river across the road.&amp;nbsp; Now that spring is arriving, I am looking forward to getting a porch swing, planting flowers in the flower boxes, relaxing in the evenings.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;But first we must deal with this....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xTqJb-cRd1I/TZyvZUor2KI/AAAAAAAACvc/ftkxVr3HHqE/s1600/100_8499.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" r6="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xTqJb-cRd1I/TZyvZUor2KI/AAAAAAAACvc/ftkxVr3HHqE/s400/100_8499.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A couple weeks ago, on a beautiful Sunday afternoon, the peacefulness of our porch was shattered (literally).&amp;nbsp; A drunk driver lost control of his car and came flying through our yard, slamming into the porch.&amp;nbsp; I can't even put into words the sound, the smell, the horror.... I won't go into a lot of detail, but the driver lost his life right there in my yard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I've been filled with so many emotions since then.&amp;nbsp; It is hard not to let the "what-ifs" fill your mind.&amp;nbsp; My 10 year old was outside, but thankfully on the other end of the house.&amp;nbsp; He so easily could have been right there in the front yard.&amp;nbsp; The car easily could have taken a different path in all its flipping and spinning and crashed into the corner of the house where the rest of us were sitting.&amp;nbsp; We could have been sitting right in those chairs on the porch enjoying the sunshine. Instead, we were putting on our shoes to go for a walk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The anger has also been hard to deal with.&amp;nbsp; I'm angry that this senseless act could have been avoided.&amp;nbsp; I was angry that there were beer cans spilling out of the car into my yard.&amp;nbsp; I was angry that my sweet boy couldn't sleep that night and angry that people were walking through my yard the next day "just to see what happened."&amp;nbsp; I'm angry at what seems to be apathy from the community; that it doesn't seem to be a big deal that alcohol was involved. Overall, I have felt violated somehow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But you know what?&amp;nbsp; Even through the bitterness, anger and frustration I know one thing to be true.&amp;nbsp; GOD IS GOOD!&amp;nbsp; He spared us from further tragedy that day.&amp;nbsp; Shortly after the accident, I posted some pictures on facebook.&amp;nbsp; A cousin commented about our "porch of protection."&amp;nbsp; You may have heard people pray to be surrounded by a "hedge of protection."&amp;nbsp; Well, in our case it was our porch.&amp;nbsp; It was the impact of the porch railing that stopped the car.&amp;nbsp; Without the porch, I truly believe the car could have come right through the dining room window.&amp;nbsp; I can't even imagine.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We are still waiting on estimates, insurance, busy contractors, etc.&amp;nbsp; I'm ready to have everything cleaned and fixed so that we can enjoy our porch.&amp;nbsp; I'm ready for the visual reminders to go away.&amp;nbsp; But I know in my heart that I will always remember our "porch of protection."&amp;nbsp; It will be a reminder that God is in control.&amp;nbsp; We don't know how many times in our lives (or even in a day) that He protects us from tragedy.&amp;nbsp; Sometimes it is obvious.&amp;nbsp; Other times we will never know.&amp;nbsp; Thank you, God!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;P. S.&amp;nbsp; I think I will continue with the front porch trend from now on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;{Have you not put a &lt;strong&gt;hedge around him and his house&lt;/strong&gt; and all that he has, on every side? You have blessed the work of his hands, and his possessions have increased in the land. Job 1:10}&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5911343851927728176-1651505737459695916?l=vanessacovington.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanessacovington.blogspot.com/feeds/1651505737459695916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5911343851927728176&amp;postID=1651505737459695916' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911343851927728176/posts/default/1651505737459695916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911343851927728176/posts/default/1651505737459695916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanessacovington.blogspot.com/2011/04/porch-of-protection.html' title='Porch of Protection'/><author><name>Vanessa {Bloom Right Here!}</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15698226268281524753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SPEEv7k_kXI/AAAAAAAABSg/RiqHan4v5H4/S220/100_4842.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IW-km49XjzE/TZyc9bFymmI/AAAAAAAACvQ/UdP-DKuHwGQ/s72-c/scan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5911343851927728176.post-209143846521590885</id><published>2011-02-02T16:22:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-07T11:15:11.587-06:00</updated><title type='text'>OPEN 24/7</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Good afternoon!&amp;nbsp; I hope everyone is staying warm out there.&amp;nbsp; We are on day two of school being cancelled for snow and cold.&amp;nbsp; This morning when we got up it was -8° and the windchill was -30°.&amp;nbsp; I was so thankful that I didn't have to get the kids out in that.&amp;nbsp; Brrrrr!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/TUnJuCSD28I/AAAAAAAACt8/HA6hYsjHZNU/s1600/100_8373.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" s5="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/TUnJuCSD28I/AAAAAAAACt8/HA6hYsjHZNU/s400/100_8373.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My project for the last couples of days has been my laundry room.&amp;nbsp; It has been functional since we moved in, but I was ready for it to also be pretty. My "before" picture seems to be lost somewhere on my computer.&amp;nbsp; You can just imagine a blank slate; basic white shelving, countertop, etc.&amp;nbsp; Now, I know the room still needs to be painted, but so do a lot of other rooms in the house.&amp;nbsp; No idea when that will get done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/TUnJxSHVIVI/AAAAAAAACuA/goJNIJUH0Fo/s1600/100_8374.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" s5="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/TUnJxSHVIVI/AAAAAAAACuA/goJNIJUH0Fo/s400/100_8374.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It is amazing how adding the vintage lace to the shelf edges changed the look of the room.&amp;nbsp; I think that might be my favorite part.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/TUnJ4u_6qsI/AAAAAAAACuE/A6i25Tb1jQg/s1600/100_8394.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" s5="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/TUnJ4u_6qsI/AAAAAAAACuE/A6i25Tb1jQg/s400/100_8394.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This old enamel pitcher holds my dryer sheets.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/TUnJ7zw9_iI/AAAAAAAACuI/XmHqrXaf-9A/s1600/100_8400.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" s5="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/TUnJ7zw9_iI/AAAAAAAACuI/XmHqrXaf-9A/s400/100_8400.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;....and this pewter pitcher contains powdered detergent.&amp;nbsp; It is so easy just to pour a bit into the dispenser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/TUnKBN6_5bI/AAAAAAAACuM/8PzT4x-6sKM/s1600/100_8383.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" s5="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/TUnKBN6_5bI/AAAAAAAACuM/8PzT4x-6sKM/s400/100_8383.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;How fun is this crocheted Comet holder?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/TUnKFHRgrBI/AAAAAAAACuQ/qg0ycp1HDQ0/s1600/100_8385.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" s5="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/TUnKFHRgrBI/AAAAAAAACuQ/qg0ycp1HDQ0/s400/100_8385.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Sorry for the bad picture, but can you see that clothespin?&amp;nbsp; The one with the layers of chippy paint?&amp;nbsp; Love it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Ummm, did I mention that this post would contain lots of photos?&amp;nbsp; There is a lot to share from this little room.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/TUnKInb7_kI/AAAAAAAACuU/A8UnWJ1DeEY/s1600/100_8378.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" s5="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/TUnKInb7_kI/AAAAAAAACuU/A8UnWJ1DeEY/s400/100_8378.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I was very pleased to have this hanging rod.&amp;nbsp; The only thing I really think this laundry room is lacking is a utility sink.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/TUnKNZM8HKI/AAAAAAAACuY/qpvVtvcfb2M/s1600/100_8379.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" s5="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/TUnKNZM8HKI/AAAAAAAACuY/qpvVtvcfb2M/s400/100_8379.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My 13 year old installed this pull-out towel rack yesterday.&amp;nbsp; It holds the empty hangers and just slides underneath the counter when not needed.&amp;nbsp; I bought it at a yard sale this fall.&amp;nbsp; Somehow I knew I would find a good use for it. No more fighting with tangled hangers!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/TUnKVO4xeGI/AAAAAAAACuc/8yr0prpmVyQ/s1600/100_8380.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" s5="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/TUnKVO4xeGI/AAAAAAAACuc/8yr0prpmVyQ/s400/100_8380.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This is the first house where I have had a counter top to fold clothes.&amp;nbsp; Now I fold them right out of the dryer.&amp;nbsp; No more baskets of unfolded clothes sitting around!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/TUnKatd4JAI/AAAAAAAACug/zYzM4_vAFRI/s1600/100_8381.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" s5="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/TUnKatd4JAI/AAAAAAAACug/zYzM4_vAFRI/s400/100_8381.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The burlap needs a little tweaking.&amp;nbsp; It is a piece I picked up at the thrift store.&amp;nbsp; I just unfolded it and hung it on a tension rod.&amp;nbsp; All my cleaning supplies are hiding behind it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/TUnKpqrnVdI/AAAAAAAACuo/Ij6ImN7nE-s/s1600/100_8382.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" s5="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/TUnKpqrnVdI/AAAAAAAACuo/Ij6ImN7nE-s/s400/100_8382.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I love this big basket.&amp;nbsp; It was a thrift store find. Imagine that!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/TUnKlj-Y_HI/AAAAAAAACuk/qEhWfLkEXgI/s1600/100_8387.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" s5="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/TUnKlj-Y_HI/AAAAAAAACuk/qEhWfLkEXgI/s400/100_8387.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;These three baskets (and the one above the washer) were bought at four different times and I think in four different thrift stores.&amp;nbsp; And they are miniatures of the big basket!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/TUnK3Uu8d4I/AAAAAAAACuw/7SsjGAkZ3GI/s1600/100_8396.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" s5="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/TUnK3Uu8d4I/AAAAAAAACuw/7SsjGAkZ3GI/s400/100_8396.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Get it?&amp;nbsp; OPEN 24/7!&amp;nbsp; Seriously, it feels like it sometimes.&amp;nbsp; Some young, single person who works for my husband said to him the other day, "Wow!&amp;nbsp; At your house you probably have to do like three loads of laundry a week."&amp;nbsp; Ummmm, guess again!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm almost done.&amp;nbsp; Just a few more of my favorite things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/TUnK9TJOdnI/AAAAAAAACu0/C-dlmWeee7k/s1600/100_8390.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" s5="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/TUnK9TJOdnI/AAAAAAAACu0/C-dlmWeee7k/s400/100_8390.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So, here's the deal.&amp;nbsp; I've done a really good job of folding clothes right away.&amp;nbsp; But I hate socks and underwear!&amp;nbsp; My solution?&amp;nbsp; Each family member has a bag.&amp;nbsp; As I pull undies and socks out of the dryer I just put them in the bags.&amp;nbsp; When you take your clothes upstairs, you also take your bag.&amp;nbsp; The boys just dump theirs in a drawer.&amp;nbsp; Works for me!&amp;nbsp; When your bag is empty, just drop it.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/TUnLEf6dy7I/AAAAAAAACu4/orj_-Bkva-s/s1600/100_8402.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" s5="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/TUnLEf6dy7I/AAAAAAAACu4/orj_-Bkva-s/s400/100_8402.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;....down the laundry chute!&amp;nbsp; Seriously my favorite part of the room!&amp;nbsp; I've always wanted one.&amp;nbsp; My 10 year old will actually take clothes upstairs just so he can drop them down.&amp;nbsp; Thankfully the chute is small enough that &lt;strong&gt;no one&lt;/strong&gt; can fit through it!&amp;nbsp; I'm sure they have thought about it.&amp;nbsp; They have been known to shoot Nerf darts up and down it, though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/TUnLJDJ1hrI/AAAAAAAACu8/1pEmAihF-TE/s1600/100_8406.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" s5="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/TUnLJDJ1hrI/AAAAAAAACu8/1pEmAihF-TE/s400/100_8406.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here is a picture from the upstairs bathroom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/TUnLON0WkWI/AAAAAAAACvA/uZDv6OwGX6c/s1600/100_8408.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" s5="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/TUnLON0WkWI/AAAAAAAACvA/uZDv6OwGX6c/s400/100_8408.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It is so much nicer to do the laundry in a "pretty" environment. During one of our moves there was a college guy helping us load the truck.&amp;nbsp; He picked up a box marked "laundry room decor" and laughed at me.&amp;nbsp; He just didn't understand.&amp;nbsp; Poor guy!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;{Soak me in your &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;laundry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; and I'll come out clean, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;scrub me and I'll have a snow-white life. Psalm 51:7}&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am linking to:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bec4-beyondthepicketfence.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Beyond The Picket Fence" border="0" src="http://i454.photobucket.com/albums/qq266/bec8257/button2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;&lt;a href="http://www.blessedlittlenest.com/search/label/life%20made%20lovely%20mondays"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i670.photobucket.com/albums/vv65/hamiltonfive/lifemadelovelymondaybutton.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5911343851927728176-209143846521590885?l=vanessacovington.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanessacovington.blogspot.com/feeds/209143846521590885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5911343851927728176&amp;postID=209143846521590885' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911343851927728176/posts/default/209143846521590885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911343851927728176/posts/default/209143846521590885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanessacovington.blogspot.com/2011/02/open-247.html' title='OPEN 24/7'/><author><name>Vanessa {Bloom Right Here!}</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15698226268281524753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SPEEv7k_kXI/AAAAAAAABSg/RiqHan4v5H4/S220/100_4842.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/TUnJuCSD28I/AAAAAAAACt8/HA6hYsjHZNU/s72-c/100_8373.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5911343851927728176.post-4434937370796530715</id><published>2011-01-28T14:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-28T14:50:42.144-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Renew</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I have like the word &lt;span style="color: #45818e; font-size: large;"&gt;RENEW&lt;/span&gt; for a long time.&amp;nbsp; Back when I had my antique booth I "named" it &lt;a href="http://vanessacovington.blogspot.com/2008/09/renew.html"&gt;{ReNew}.&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp; I also blogged a little bit about it &lt;a href="http://vanessacovington.blogspot.com/2009/10/autumn-renewal.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp; Well, this year I have been hearing a lot about people picking a word for the year.&amp;nbsp; Something with meaning.&amp;nbsp; Something to focus on for the entire year.&amp;nbsp; I really hadn't planned to pick a word for myself.&amp;nbsp; Kind of like resolutions, I figured I would soon forget about it and feel like I had failed.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But &lt;span style="color: #45818e; font-size: large;"&gt;RENEW&lt;/span&gt; just kept coming back to me and I had to admit there might be a reason.&amp;nbsp; My mind needs renewed so that I can focus on joy and not sadness.&amp;nbsp; My body needs renewed.&amp;nbsp; Boy does it ever!&amp;nbsp; And most importantly my spirit needs constant renewal.&amp;nbsp; I'm going to do my best to focus on ways to &lt;span style="color: #45818e; font-size: large;"&gt;RENEW&lt;/span&gt; throughout the year.&amp;nbsp; I even bought &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/listing/63713080/renew-your-mind-charm"&gt;this charm&lt;/a&gt; as a visual reminder. I love it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/TUMi3OGXAqI/AAAAAAAACtY/ZCRbS3FocfI/s1600/100_8322.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" s5="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/TUMi3OGXAqI/AAAAAAAACtY/ZCRbS3FocfI/s400/100_8322.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Something else that needing renewing was my ancient Bible cover.&amp;nbsp; It was a high school graduation present and was looking just a bit dated.&amp;nbsp; I decided to embellish a small canvas tote bag to carry my Bible in.&amp;nbsp; This was a fun project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/TUMi8rPgj-I/AAAAAAAACtc/rqf_4sfPYZ8/s1600/100_8321.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" s5="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/TUMi8rPgj-I/AAAAAAAACtc/rqf_4sfPYZ8/s400/100_8321.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;I really didn't have any plans when I started.&amp;nbsp; I just went through my "stash" and found some things to work with.&amp;nbsp; I believe butterflies are a beautiful example of renewal.&amp;nbsp; The one above was taken off of an old, battered pillowcase.&amp;nbsp; I left the top of the teal fabric unstitched to form a large pocket.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/TUMjCqt7fjI/AAAAAAAACtg/-lcnGPBuZt8/s1600/100_8313.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" s5="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/TUMjCqt7fjI/AAAAAAAACtg/-lcnGPBuZt8/s400/100_8313.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Isaiah 40:31 has long been a favorite verse of mine.&amp;nbsp; "....but those who hope in the Lord will &lt;span style="color: #45818e; font-size: large;"&gt;RENEW&lt;/span&gt; their strength."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/TUMjOQnMvwI/AAAAAAAACtk/0XGslzJ8TpQ/s1600/100_8315.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" s5="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/TUMjOQnMvwI/AAAAAAAACtk/0XGslzJ8TpQ/s400/100_8315.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Here is the other side.The stitching is far from perfect, but I enjoyed working with my hands to create this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/TUMjWAwIAEI/AAAAAAAACto/cvuxlC1FIhE/s1600/100_8316.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" s5="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/TUMjWAwIAEI/AAAAAAAACto/cvuxlC1FIhE/s400/100_8316.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;There is my word again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/TUMjarXNl-I/AAAAAAAACts/D1HrHP4qAFE/s1600/100_8317.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" s5="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/TUMjarXNl-I/AAAAAAAACts/D1HrHP4qAFE/s400/100_8317.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;No project is complete without a few vintage buttons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/TUMjgaEvcoI/AAAAAAAACtw/b0u2qGxruFs/s1600/100_8318.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" s5="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/TUMjgaEvcoI/AAAAAAAACtw/b0u2qGxruFs/s400/100_8318.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This butterfly is especially meaningful because it is one that my Grandma made many years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/TUMjs5VkE4I/AAAAAAAACt4/DmZ8zYmgmJY/s1600/100_8320.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" s5="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/TUMjs5VkE4I/AAAAAAAACt4/DmZ8zYmgmJY/s400/100_8320.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The quilt&amp;nbsp;block was from a thrifted bag of fabric.&amp;nbsp; It makes another nice pocket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/TUMjnR_UJdI/AAAAAAAACt0/yLFCAXI7-iw/s1600/100_8319.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" s5="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/TUMjnR_UJdI/AAAAAAAACt0/yLFCAXI7-iw/s400/100_8319.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I love this piece of an old collar.&amp;nbsp; Again, I left the top opened to form a small pocket for a pen, pencil and highlighter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And with that I am out of time.&amp;nbsp; Sorry to end this post abruptly, but I need to go get kiddos from school.&amp;nbsp; Then I am off to a women's retreat with some gals from church.&amp;nbsp; Looking forward to some good &lt;span style="color: #45818e; font-size: large;"&gt;RENEWal&lt;/span&gt; there!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;{"Therefore, I urge you, brothers and sisters, in view of God’s mercy, to offer your bodies as a living sacrifice, holy and pleasing to God—this is your true and proper worship. Do not conform to the pattern of this world, but be transformed by the &lt;span style="color: #45818e; font-size: large;"&gt;renewing&lt;/span&gt; of your mind. Then you will be able to test and approve what God’s will is—his good, pleasing and perfect will."&amp;nbsp; Romans 12:1-2}&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5911343851927728176-4434937370796530715?l=vanessacovington.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanessacovington.blogspot.com/feeds/4434937370796530715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5911343851927728176&amp;postID=4434937370796530715' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911343851927728176/posts/default/4434937370796530715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911343851927728176/posts/default/4434937370796530715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanessacovington.blogspot.com/2011/01/renew.html' title='Renew'/><author><name>Vanessa {Bloom Right Here!}</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15698226268281524753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SPEEv7k_kXI/AAAAAAAABSg/RiqHan4v5H4/S220/100_4842.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/TUMi3OGXAqI/AAAAAAAACtY/ZCRbS3FocfI/s72-c/100_8322.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5911343851927728176.post-393093244006758200</id><published>2011-01-11T10:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-11T10:12:58.994-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Purity From Heaven</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;The morning sky is veiled with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;promise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; of snow; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;cold settles &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;peacefully&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; amongst the trees &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;as the earth awaits the &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;purity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; from heaven.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/TSx0XLUXO2I/AAAAAAAACsw/ranUWadgOlg/s1600/100_8265.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/TSx0XLUXO2I/AAAAAAAACsw/ranUWadgOlg/s400/100_8265.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;As I looked out my window on Sunday morning, the above words just came to me.&amp;nbsp; ﻿In the stillness of the dawn, I was reminded of God's goodness.&amp;nbsp; It was a wonderful way to begin the week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/TSx0dMoUuPI/AAAAAAAACs0/0WYVNuPlqJc/s1600/100_8262.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/TSx0dMoUuPI/AAAAAAAACs0/0WYVNuPlqJc/s400/100_8262.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The barren trees really aren't very beautiful.&amp;nbsp; My heart isn't always beautiful either.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/TSx0oz6GwFI/AAAAAAAACs8/x9TN3OD_PbQ/s1600/100_8278.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/TSx0oz6GwFI/AAAAAAAACs8/x9TN3OD_PbQ/s400/100_8278.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;pu-ri-ty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.&amp;nbsp; the condition or quality of being pure.&amp;nbsp; 2.&amp;nbsp; freedom from guilt or evil; innocence.&amp;nbsp; 3.&amp;nbsp; cleanness or spotlessness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/TSx0wwVSZkI/AAAAAAAACtE/0DUzh7VTpw8/s1600/100_8298.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/TSx0wwVSZkI/AAAAAAAACtE/0DUzh7VTpw8/s400/100_8298.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As the snow fell from the heavens, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the dark and dirty earth was covered.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Pure.&amp;nbsp; White.&amp;nbsp; Clean.&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Just like my heart needs to be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/TSx0j3eVTKI/AAAAAAAACs4/Zon9h2NX-GE/s1600/100_8282.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/TSx0j3eVTKI/AAAAAAAACs4/Zon9h2NX-GE/s400/100_8282.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am thankful for the snow &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;that&amp;nbsp;transforms the earth with its purity; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and I am thankful for a God &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;who&amp;nbsp;transforms my heart and soul with &lt;em&gt;His&lt;/em&gt; purity.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/TSx0tarSscI/AAAAAAAACtA/78WuG9sjGu4/s1600/100_8272.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/TSx0tarSscI/AAAAAAAACtA/78WuG9sjGu4/s400/100_8272.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Even the birds are refreshed and nourished.&amp;nbsp; The silence of the snow was broken only by their songs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/TSx01HCUfdI/AAAAAAAACtI/CxTR1aY_9fc/s1600/100_8274.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/TSx01HCUfdI/AAAAAAAACtI/CxTR1aY_9fc/s400/100_8274.jpg" width="343" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Thank you, Lord, for these reminders of your goodness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;{"Teach me your ways, O Lord,that I may live &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;according to your truth!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Grant me &lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;purity&lt;/span&gt; of heart,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;so that I may honor you."&amp;nbsp; Psalm 68:11}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5911343851927728176-393093244006758200?l=vanessacovington.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanessacovington.blogspot.com/feeds/393093244006758200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5911343851927728176&amp;postID=393093244006758200' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911343851927728176/posts/default/393093244006758200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911343851927728176/posts/default/393093244006758200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanessacovington.blogspot.com/2011/01/purity-from-heaven.html' title='Purity From Heaven'/><author><name>Vanessa {Bloom Right Here!}</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15698226268281524753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SPEEv7k_kXI/AAAAAAAABSg/RiqHan4v5H4/S220/100_4842.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/TSx0XLUXO2I/AAAAAAAACsw/ranUWadgOlg/s72-c/100_8265.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5911343851927728176.post-6828531828582470377</id><published>2010-12-16T14:04:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-16T14:04:36.208-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Peace on Earth</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/TQpnJaI7_iI/AAAAAAAACsA/fhE8Cv8_WEg/s1600/100_8123.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/TQpnJaI7_iI/AAAAAAAACsA/fhE8Cv8_WEg/s400/100_8123.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hello, again!&amp;nbsp; Can you believe I am blogging again so soon?!&amp;nbsp; I actually wanted to get it done before this, but things have been a bit crazy around here.&amp;nbsp; A blizzard.&amp;nbsp; Two sick kids and a sick husband.&amp;nbsp;A feeding tube "button" needing to be replaced. A house that needs to be ready for 13 guests (my whole family) next week.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/TQpnVFLxGnI/AAAAAAAACsE/Zru7QxkTV0Q/s1600/100_8167.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/TQpnVFLxGnI/AAAAAAAACsE/Zru7QxkTV0Q/s400/100_8167.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;This poor chalkboard is old and has spent a lot of time out in the weather.&amp;nbsp; It needs to be repainted....someday.&amp;nbsp; For now you will just have to ignore the "autumn blessings" that refused to be erased. Despite the chalkboard, I really like how the top of the entertainment center turned out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/TQpnfAEBbVI/AAAAAAAACsI/YLvid3O2r5I/s1600/100_8147.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="125" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/TQpnfAEBbVI/AAAAAAAACsI/YLvid3O2r5I/s400/100_8147.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;A peek at my nativity collection.&amp;nbsp; My 10 year old still enjoys setting these up.&amp;nbsp; Such a wonderful reminder of "the reason for the season."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/TQpnx9IUCQI/AAAAAAAACsM/w3Lzda5xDyo/s1600/100_8150.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/TQpnx9IUCQI/AAAAAAAACsM/w3Lzda5xDyo/s400/100_8150.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Another fun vignette.&amp;nbsp; Jan P., are you reading this?&amp;nbsp; The sign came from you.&amp;nbsp; The wooden box came from you.&amp;nbsp; The chippy white bench came from you.&amp;nbsp; Oh, I miss junkin' with Jan!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/TQpn3gxJ41I/AAAAAAAACsQ/DKonvKpEfS4/s1600/100_8151.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/TQpn3gxJ41I/AAAAAAAACsQ/DKonvKpEfS4/s400/100_8151.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Please, please ignore the filthy windows.&amp;nbsp; I guess I will get to them in the spring.&amp;nbsp; It is far too cold right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/TQpn8tOs2aI/AAAAAAAACsU/QAgRNhZzDl8/s1600/100_8152.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/TQpn8tOs2aI/AAAAAAAACsU/QAgRNhZzDl8/s400/100_8152.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Love this old mailbox!&amp;nbsp; I paid 50 cents for it at a yard sale this fall.&amp;nbsp; The bugle in the above picture was a junk find from several years ago.&amp;nbsp; I liked how it tied in with the mailbox graphics.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/TQpoLu0zQSI/AAAAAAAACsY/8Nnk1SMHdoE/s1600/100_8163.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/TQpoLu0zQSI/AAAAAAAACsY/8Nnk1SMHdoE/s400/100_8163.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Here is my favorite corner cabinet that everyone dreads moving.&amp;nbsp; Sorry, but I'm not sure I can ever part with it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/TQpoQzIkEkI/AAAAAAAACsc/FbVwTDLeV_Y/s1600/100_8164.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/TQpoQzIkEkI/AAAAAAAACsc/FbVwTDLeV_Y/s400/100_8164.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;The ceilings in this house are vaulted, so I used the old shutter (another junkin' with Jan curbside find) to add some height.&amp;nbsp; Some of my old ornament boxes are just that - empty boxes. You sure can't find wonderful graphics like that now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/TQpoWY99JtI/AAAAAAAACsg/L0FypBN_D6c/s1600/100_8165.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/TQpoWY99JtI/AAAAAAAACsg/L0FypBN_D6c/s400/100_8165.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;This is not a great picture, so it is hard to see the red ornaments in the cups.&amp;nbsp; I bought this set of dishes at an auction right after we got married.&amp;nbsp; I rarely use them, but I still love 'em.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/TQpodHfw-NI/AAAAAAAACsk/lmZFjNblagM/s1600/100_8166.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/TQpodHfw-NI/AAAAAAAACsk/lmZFjNblagM/s400/100_8166.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;The old dust pan came from Jan's son Dave.&amp;nbsp; One thing is for sure - I collected a lot of good junk (and good friends) while living in Arkansas!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/TQpo1qaacsI/AAAAAAAACso/tHYQN0KbqS8/s1600/100_8186.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/TQpo1qaacsI/AAAAAAAACso/tHYQN0KbqS8/s400/100_8186.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This is our driveway last Sunday morning.&amp;nbsp; It is there - under a couple feet of snow!&amp;nbsp; It took some serious scooping by my guys to get it uncovered.&amp;nbsp; We did discover something nice about our location.&amp;nbsp; The sidewalk in front of our house is essentially part of the community walking trail.&amp;nbsp; So.....the city comes and clears it!&amp;nbsp; Nice!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm not sure if I will be blogging again before Christmas.&amp;nbsp; I still have pictures to show - just don't have the time.&amp;nbsp; If not, I wish you all a very merry Christmas!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;{"Glory to God in the highest heaven, and on earth &lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;peace&lt;/span&gt; to those on whom his favor rests.”&amp;nbsp; Luke 2:14}&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5911343851927728176-6828531828582470377?l=vanessacovington.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanessacovington.blogspot.com/feeds/6828531828582470377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5911343851927728176&amp;postID=6828531828582470377' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911343851927728176/posts/default/6828531828582470377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911343851927728176/posts/default/6828531828582470377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanessacovington.blogspot.com/2010/12/peace-on-earth.html' title='Peace on Earth'/><author><name>Vanessa {Bloom Right Here!}</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15698226268281524753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SPEEv7k_kXI/AAAAAAAABSg/RiqHan4v5H4/S220/100_4842.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/TQpnJaI7_iI/AAAAAAAACsA/fhE8Cv8_WEg/s72-c/100_8123.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5911343851927728176.post-7788000544865750848</id><published>2010-12-07T17:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-07T17:44:15.103-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Beginning....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;.....to look a lot like Christmas!&amp;nbsp; Since moving into the house over two months ago, I have really struggled to get any decorating done.&amp;nbsp; Unusual for me, because&amp;nbsp;normally that is something I really enjoy.&amp;nbsp; Well, I'm starting to feel more like myself again!&amp;nbsp; This past week or so I have really had fun decorating for Christmas. And I discovered that it is a lot easier to decorate for the holidays when you don't have other "regular" decor getting in the way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I do have to warn you before we go any further:&amp;nbsp; There are a lot of pictures, none of which are outstanding.&amp;nbsp; Also, please try to ignore any dust or dirt you might see.&amp;nbsp; I said I had felt like decorating, not cleaning!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/TP6tFHnKBcI/AAAAAAAACrU/qP6VQG39RAY/s1600/100_8126.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/TP6tFHnKBcI/AAAAAAAACrU/qP6VQG39RAY/s400/100_8126.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Here is my decorated mantel.&amp;nbsp; Just kidding!&amp;nbsp; I don't have a mantel, so I decorated the top of the piano instead.&amp;nbsp; I did not purchase anything new - just used things I already had.&amp;nbsp; I really do love how it all came together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/TP6tKZriJYI/AAAAAAAACrY/88mvyuR-z2s/s1600/100_8129.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="308" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/TP6tKZriJYI/AAAAAAAACrY/88mvyuR-z2s/s400/100_8129.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Love the vintage bird ornament clipped to the star!&amp;nbsp; It is one of my favorites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/TP6tPb70CLI/AAAAAAAACrc/hFjWSWiOUaY/s1600/100_8130.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/TP6tPb70CLI/AAAAAAAACrc/hFjWSWiOUaY/s320/100_8130.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This pretty garland was a clearance purchase a few years back.&amp;nbsp; I finally took it out of the packaged and used it this year.&amp;nbsp; I think it adds just the right touch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/TP6tbE6S3jI/AAAAAAAACrg/GyFibRolFgQ/s1600/100_8133.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/TP6tbE6S3jI/AAAAAAAACrg/GyFibRolFgQ/s400/100_8133.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Okay, I really did try to wash those spots of the window.&amp;nbsp; They seem to be permanent. Oh, well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/TP6tg7vS8pI/AAAAAAAACrk/ZE5713g8j18/s1600/100_8134.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/TP6tg7vS8pI/AAAAAAAACrk/ZE5713g8j18/s400/100_8134.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;For something a little quirky I added this old clamp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/TP7B78iCuHI/AAAAAAAACr8/gGMYhDmL63A/s1600/100_8135.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/TP7B78iCuHI/AAAAAAAACr8/gGMYhDmL63A/s320/100_8135.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Can you see what it says?&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="color: #76a5af; font-size: large;"&gt;"Perfection."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/TP6t8GExipI/AAAAAAAACrw/V3xDzEBFLEg/s1600/100_8141.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/TP6t8GExipI/AAAAAAAACrw/V3xDzEBFLEg/s320/100_8141.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/TP6tsb2cVfI/AAAAAAAACro/y9CHyWHiTgg/s1600/100_8138.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/TP6tsb2cVfI/AAAAAAAACro/y9CHyWHiTgg/s400/100_8138.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Can you tell what my tree is made of?&amp;nbsp; It is an old bedspring with mini Shiny Brites.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/TP6t1lQn1MI/AAAAAAAACrs/bVq4_Hhemd0/s1600/100_8140.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/TP6t1lQn1MI/AAAAAAAACrs/bVq4_Hhemd0/s400/100_8140.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/TP6uC-OuyjI/AAAAAAAACr0/e9M2UXNNsQM/s1600/100_8142.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/TP6uC-OuyjI/AAAAAAAACr0/e9M2UXNNsQM/s400/100_8142.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/TP6uJPnxhpI/AAAAAAAACr4/N5rcuBjmFls/s1600/100_8146.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/TP6uJPnxhpI/AAAAAAAACr4/N5rcuBjmFls/s400/100_8146.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I try to pick up vintage wooden boxes anytime I can find them really cheap.&amp;nbsp; This one was a couple dollars at an auction.&amp;nbsp; It was filled with lots of junky metal goodness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It felt good to get this done.&amp;nbsp; I will show you more on another day.&amp;nbsp; Right now it is time for supper.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;{The one thing I ask of the Lord—the thing I seek most—is to live in the house of the Lord all the days of my life,delighting in the Lord’s &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #76a5af; font-size: large;"&gt;perfections&lt;/span&gt;.... &lt;/strong&gt;Psalm 27:4}&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5911343851927728176-7788000544865750848?l=vanessacovington.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanessacovington.blogspot.com/feeds/7788000544865750848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5911343851927728176&amp;postID=7788000544865750848' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911343851927728176/posts/default/7788000544865750848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911343851927728176/posts/default/7788000544865750848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanessacovington.blogspot.com/2010/12/its-beginning.html' title='It&apos;s Beginning....'/><author><name>Vanessa {Bloom Right Here!}</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15698226268281524753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SPEEv7k_kXI/AAAAAAAABSg/RiqHan4v5H4/S220/100_4842.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/TP6tFHnKBcI/AAAAAAAACrU/qP6VQG39RAY/s72-c/100_8126.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5911343851927728176.post-219709355804573644</id><published>2010-11-25T11:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-25T11:16:53.792-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Thanksgiving!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/TO6Z16ubp-I/AAAAAAAACrQ/nfTyvlp1OQ4/s1600/100_8079.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/TO6Z16ubp-I/AAAAAAAACrQ/nfTyvlp1OQ4/s400/100_8079.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5911343851927728176-219709355804573644?l=vanessacovington.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanessacovington.blogspot.com/feeds/219709355804573644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5911343851927728176&amp;postID=219709355804573644' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911343851927728176/posts/default/219709355804573644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911343851927728176/posts/default/219709355804573644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanessacovington.blogspot.com/2010/11/happy-thanksgiving.html' title='Happy Thanksgiving!'/><author><name>Vanessa {Bloom Right Here!}</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15698226268281524753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SPEEv7k_kXI/AAAAAAAABSg/RiqHan4v5H4/S220/100_4842.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/TO6Z16ubp-I/AAAAAAAACrQ/nfTyvlp1OQ4/s72-c/100_8079.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5911343851927728176.post-7710541415580985667</id><published>2010-11-04T11:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T11:27:12.078-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Where, Oh Where Did I Go?  Part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Let me just start off by saying this may be a difficult post for me to write.&amp;nbsp; And honestly, I'm not sure why I am writing it.&amp;nbsp; Maybe I just need to do it for myself.&amp;nbsp; Here goes....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In my last post (I know it is been awhile), I answered the question, &lt;a href="http://vanessacovington.blogspot.com/2010/09/oh-where-oh-where-did-i-go.html"&gt;"Where did I go?" &lt;/a&gt;quite literally.&amp;nbsp; I was in Arkansas and now I am in South Dakota.&amp;nbsp; Now I find myself trying to answer that same question on a more personal level.&amp;nbsp; I read my words from a few weeks ago and wonder where the author is - who the author is.&amp;nbsp; Who wrote happy thoughts about God's provision?&amp;nbsp; About blooming?&amp;nbsp; Who is she and where did she go?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm lost.&amp;nbsp; Withering instead of blooming.&amp;nbsp; Doubting instead of trusting.&amp;nbsp; I don't want to go into details.&amp;nbsp; Again, I am not even sure why I am sharing any of this.&amp;nbsp; On the outside things may look and seem okay, but inside I am filled with fear, anxiety....depression.&amp;nbsp; There, I said it.&amp;nbsp; I've had "down" days (even weeks) before, but this..... this feels different.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I know what your comments are going to be.&amp;nbsp; Moving is stressful.&amp;nbsp; Things will get better.&amp;nbsp; You need to get help.&amp;nbsp; I know.&amp;nbsp; I know. And I know.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Do I feel better after telling you all that?&amp;nbsp; I'm not sure.&amp;nbsp; Maybe I feel better in that when&amp;nbsp;one of you&amp;nbsp;asks me how I am doing and I say "fine" you will know it is likely not the truth.&amp;nbsp; But you won't question me.&amp;nbsp; You will just pray for me until I can answer that question honestly.&amp;nbsp; Until I can find myself again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Okay, so I can't just leave you with all of that.&amp;nbsp; I have to share a picture.&amp;nbsp; A picture that really does make me smile.﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/TNLcsuD7KWI/AAAAAAAACrM/8oT-_8UKN-Q/s1600/100_8045.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" px="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/TNLcsuD7KWI/AAAAAAAACrM/8oT-_8UKN-Q/s400/100_8045.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;{There's an opportune time to do things, a right time for everything on the earth: &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;....A right time to cry and another to laugh, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A right time to lament and another to cheer....&amp;nbsp; Ecclesiastes 3:1, 4}&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5911343851927728176-7710541415580985667?l=vanessacovington.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanessacovington.blogspot.com/feeds/7710541415580985667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5911343851927728176&amp;postID=7710541415580985667' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911343851927728176/posts/default/7710541415580985667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911343851927728176/posts/default/7710541415580985667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanessacovington.blogspot.com/2010/11/oh-where-oh-where-did-i-go-part-2.html' title='Oh Where, Oh Where Did I Go?  Part 2'/><author><name>Vanessa {Bloom Right Here!}</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15698226268281524753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SPEEv7k_kXI/AAAAAAAABSg/RiqHan4v5H4/S220/100_4842.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/TNLcsuD7KWI/AAAAAAAACrM/8oT-_8UKN-Q/s72-c/100_8045.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5911343851927728176.post-3668377331169246783</id><published>2010-09-08T17:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T17:23:57.834-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Where, Oh Where Did I Go?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/TIf6ApoLyWI/AAAAAAAACqU/8xJU1eHsQu8/s1600/mapofsouthdakota.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="248" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/TIf6ApoLyWI/AAAAAAAACqU/8xJU1eHsQu8/s400/mapofsouthdakota.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Here I am!&amp;nbsp; So much has happened since I last posted.&amp;nbsp; It was a rough summer and I just couldn't find the inspiration to blog.&amp;nbsp; My husband's job in Arkansas ended on July 1 and we began the journey into unemployment.&amp;nbsp; We had no idea how long the journey would be and we prayed that God would provide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Provide He did!&amp;nbsp; We felt so loved and cared for by our church family during this&amp;nbsp;humbling experience.&amp;nbsp; We also had great "family time" that we never would have had&amp;nbsp;otherwise.&amp;nbsp; There were days that we got discouraged, but we always knew that God's plan would eventually be revealed.&amp;nbsp; Let's just say, when He decided to reveal, He did so quickly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phil had an interview in South Dakota on July 30 and an interview in Missouri on August 2.&amp;nbsp; On August 3 he was offered the South Dakota job and the next day he was notified that he was not chosen for the opening in MO.&amp;nbsp; We really felt like this was God's open door and we stepped right through.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;This is when things really started to get crazy!&amp;nbsp; The very next day we hopped in the van for a 15 hour&amp;nbsp;road trip to South Dakota.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;House hunting began.&amp;nbsp; Really it started out as a search for a rental, but again, God provided the unexpected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/TIf6wTpLeTI/AAAAAAAACqs/ZEY1kOqfczk/s1600/100_7907.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/TIf6wTpLeTI/AAAAAAAACqs/ZEY1kOqfczk/s320/100_7907.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/TIf68272TWI/AAAAAAAACq0/VRd2EN2DFZQ/s1600/100_7908.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; height: 209px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; width: 303px;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/TIf68272TWI/AAAAAAAACq0/VRd2EN2DFZQ/s320/100_7908.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We made an offer on this house and, after a "counter," we had an accepted offer.&amp;nbsp; This is much more house than we ever dreamed we would get, but our payments will be about the same as we would pay for a small rental house. There is much more to the story, but I will save that for another blog post.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Of course, our short time-line posed a bit of a problem.&amp;nbsp; It was now August 9 and we needed to be living in South Dakota by August 19 so Phil could start his job and the kids could start school.&amp;nbsp; Yikes!&amp;nbsp; With that in mind, we headed back to Arkansas.&amp;nbsp; The entire house was packed in boxes, arrangements were made with the moving company (Thank you, Lord, for paid moving expenses - the first time ever!), good-byes were said, our two vans were loaded with "essentials" and we were heading north again by the 16th!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Sorry....I forgot to warn you that this would be a long post!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;On the second day of the trip, and with only about 100 miles to go, Phil's van drove its final mile.&amp;nbsp; After giving us over 180,000 miles, it just couldn't give any more.&amp;nbsp; After a few phone calls I was connected with a distant family relative (by marriage, sort of...) who just happens to have two jobs:&amp;nbsp; 1.&amp;nbsp; He owns a towing business and 2.&amp;nbsp; He works for a salvage yard.....in the town where we were stranded!&amp;nbsp; Yes, God does certainly work in mysterious ways.&amp;nbsp; In the rain we re-packed; taking the "essential essentials" out of the dead van.&amp;nbsp; We left it behind to be towed to the salvage yard and went back the next weekend to get the rest of our belongings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/TIf7HWHCOSI/AAAAAAAACq8/TPzBkTSJhYg/s1600/100_7920.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/TIf7HWHCOSI/AAAAAAAACq8/TPzBkTSJhYg/s400/100_7920.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;It was a long two days, but we arrived with one day to spare before the kids started school!&amp;nbsp; We don't have our house yet, but the university is allowing us to stay here:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/TIf6kCzS9fI/AAAAAAAACqk/OaMhpJuoKRo/s1600/100_7866.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/TIf6kCzS9fI/AAAAAAAACqk/OaMhpJuoKRo/s400/100_7866.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;A brand new apartment complex for students.&amp;nbsp; So, it is not ideal, but it is a place to live while we wait for a closing date on our house.&amp;nbsp; Hopefully that will be in the next week or two.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Okay, I will try to wrap it up here.&amp;nbsp; Phil is enjoying his job and keeping very busy with the start of the semester.&amp;nbsp; The boys like their new schools and are both playing football.&amp;nbsp; Sweet Girl has done remarkably well transitioning to a new school and has already stolen the hearts of her teachers.&amp;nbsp; I am playing chauffeur (especially since we only have one vehicle) and getting things figured out with insurance, utilities, new doctors, etc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/TIf6WyxOeiI/AAAAAAAACqc/OtYpOJ2PIj0/s1600/100_7850.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/TIf6WyxOeiI/AAAAAAAACqc/OtYpOJ2PIj0/s400/100_7850.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;So, that was a really long post to let you know that I am now "blooming" in South Dakota!&amp;nbsp; I can't promise regular posts any time soon, but I will do my best to keep you updated.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;{Teach those who are rich in this world not to be proud and not to trust in their money, which is so unreliable. Their trust should be in God, who richly gives us all we need for our enjoyment.&amp;nbsp; I Timothy 6:17}&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5911343851927728176-3668377331169246783?l=vanessacovington.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanessacovington.blogspot.com/feeds/3668377331169246783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5911343851927728176&amp;postID=3668377331169246783' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911343851927728176/posts/default/3668377331169246783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911343851927728176/posts/default/3668377331169246783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanessacovington.blogspot.com/2010/09/oh-where-oh-where-did-i-go.html' title='Oh Where, Oh Where Did I Go?'/><author><name>Vanessa {Bloom Right Here!}</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15698226268281524753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SPEEv7k_kXI/AAAAAAAABSg/RiqHan4v5H4/S220/100_4842.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/TIf6ApoLyWI/AAAAAAAACqU/8xJU1eHsQu8/s72-c/mapofsouthdakota.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5911343851927728176.post-8298296793917936344</id><published>2010-05-24T20:59:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T13:54:43.105-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Glimpse of Goodness</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/S_sfHHfVkWI/AAAAAAAACpk/DCmrWNzaH3g/s1600/100_7729.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/S_sfHHfVkWI/AAAAAAAACpk/DCmrWNzaH3g/s400/100_7729.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;I recently purchased this wooden step stool at an estate sale.&amp;nbsp; It was almost entirely covered in mustard yellow paint when I brought it home, but some peeling places intrigued me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/S_sfVbVlVEI/AAAAAAAACps/Kr9X5pAyz5g/s1600/100_7730.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/S_sfVbVlVEI/AAAAAAAACps/Kr9X5pAyz5g/s400/100_7730.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;As I pulled away some of the paint I got a glimpse of the {goodness} that was underneath.&amp;nbsp;Oh, just look at those wonderfully chippy layers!&amp;nbsp; The more I peeled and scraped, the more layers I revealed.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/S_sfmQi0eTI/AAAAAAAACp8/DuSVqHYqWi4/s1600/100_7727.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/S_sfmQi0eTI/AAAAAAAACp8/DuSVqHYqWi4/s400/100_7727.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;It got me to thinking about the layers I have in my own life. There is the thin layer of self-confidence that is easily chipped away to reveal the insecurity.&amp;nbsp; Sometimes the "super woman" peels away and exposes the "I can never measure up."&amp;nbsp; Then there is the layer of forgiveness that covers over a multitude of hurts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/S_sfrMO2QAI/AAAAAAAACqE/Hf8cRFhPnBo/s1600/100_7727crop.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/S_sfrMO2QAI/AAAAAAAACqE/Hf8cRFhPnBo/s400/100_7727crop.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Layers build up from each place I have lived; new and old friends adding color to my life.&amp;nbsp; Some areas are more chippy than others.&amp;nbsp; Thankfully, the joy and hope are strong layers and only occasionally begin to peel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/S_sfckSvNYI/AAAAAAAACp0/MA92BElr3TE/s1600/100_7726.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/S_sfckSvNYI/AAAAAAAACp0/MA92BElr3TE/s400/100_7726.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Each layer in our lives builds character.&amp;nbsp; It is up to us to decide which layers to keep and which areas to let peel away just a bit.&amp;nbsp; Is there something "unattractive" in my life?&amp;nbsp; Perhaps it is time repaint.&amp;nbsp; Do I miss an old friend?&amp;nbsp; Maybe I can peel back time and reconnect.&amp;nbsp; Life getting rough?&amp;nbsp; Get out the sandpaper and smooth things out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Yes, I am going to leave my step stool in all its chippy goodness.&amp;nbsp; I will do a bit&amp;nbsp;of cleaning, a little more peeling, just a touch of sanding....and it will be a beautiful reminder of life!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;{How great is your &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;goodness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, which you have stored up for those who fear you, which you bestow in the sight of men on those who take refuge in you.&amp;nbsp; Psalm 31:19}&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;I am linking to:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.chattingatthesky.com/"&gt;&lt;img alt="tuesdays unwrapped at cats" height="125" src="http://www.chattingatthesky.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/04/tues2603.png" title="tuesdays unwrapped at cats" width="260" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5911343851927728176-8298296793917936344?l=vanessacovington.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanessacovington.blogspot.com/feeds/8298296793917936344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5911343851927728176&amp;postID=8298296793917936344' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911343851927728176/posts/default/8298296793917936344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911343851927728176/posts/default/8298296793917936344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanessacovington.blogspot.com/2010/05/glimpse-of-goodness.html' title='A Glimpse of Goodness'/><author><name>Vanessa {Bloom Right Here!}</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15698226268281524753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SPEEv7k_kXI/AAAAAAAABSg/RiqHan4v5H4/S220/100_4842.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/S_sfHHfVkWI/AAAAAAAACpk/DCmrWNzaH3g/s72-c/100_7729.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5911343851927728176.post-7044653126097208591</id><published>2010-05-07T16:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T16:40:26.427-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Where Hope Grows</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/S-SEfhz04zI/AAAAAAAACpc/OaNoVtcqO8Q/s1600/100_7707.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/S-SEfhz04zI/AAAAAAAACpc/OaNoVtcqO8Q/s640/100_7707.jpg" tt="true" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #660000; font-size: large;"&gt;Where &lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;HOPE&lt;/span&gt; grows, miracles blossom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;I'm still here.&amp;nbsp; Just really haven't had the heart to blog lately, but I did want to pop in and say "hello."&amp;nbsp; Hopefully I still have a few followers who haven't forgotten about me!&amp;nbsp; I did have the start of a decent blog post floating around in my head this afternoon.&amp;nbsp; Unfortunately, there are still bits and pieces floating around beyond my reach.&amp;nbsp; Maybe in a few days all the thoughts will be captured and put in order.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Isn't that a great quote I put with the picture?&amp;nbsp; I thought it was fitting for my blog and for my life right now.&amp;nbsp; Oh, things aren't horrible.&amp;nbsp; They could be much worse.&amp;nbsp; But still, I am holding onto the hope that things will be better soon.&amp;nbsp; My husbands job ends here in less than two months.&amp;nbsp; He has applied for other jobs in the past year.&amp;nbsp; He has had interviews.&amp;nbsp; He has been a "top candidate" more than once.&amp;nbsp; Oh, the heartache when he finds out he wasn't "the one."&amp;nbsp; I believe in him and am praying that a new employer will also believe in him soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;For now we are waiting and praying; wondering where God will plant our family next.&amp;nbsp; We are ready for a new season of blooming!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;{So each generation should set its &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;hope&lt;/span&gt; anew on God,not forgetting his glorious &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;miracles&lt;/span&gt; and obeying his commands.&amp;nbsp; Psalm 78:7}&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5911343851927728176-7044653126097208591?l=vanessacovington.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanessacovington.blogspot.com/feeds/7044653126097208591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5911343851927728176&amp;postID=7044653126097208591' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911343851927728176/posts/default/7044653126097208591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911343851927728176/posts/default/7044653126097208591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanessacovington.blogspot.com/2010/05/where-hope-grows.html' title='Where Hope Grows'/><author><name>Vanessa {Bloom Right Here!}</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15698226268281524753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SPEEv7k_kXI/AAAAAAAABSg/RiqHan4v5H4/S220/100_4842.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/S-SEfhz04zI/AAAAAAAACpc/OaNoVtcqO8Q/s72-c/100_7707.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5911343851927728176.post-3070324680616674363</id><published>2010-03-31T18:52:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T18:54:34.255-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Rusty Treasures</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Well, maybe someday I will get back to a regular blogging schedule.&amp;nbsp; Other things just need to come before this blog.&amp;nbsp; It is funny, though.&amp;nbsp; This past weekend we had a mini family reunion down in Louisiana.&amp;nbsp; When someone would tell a funny story or there was a "photographic moment" my uncle would say, "Hey, Vanessa, are you going to blog about this?"&amp;nbsp; It was a great weekend, so I suppose I should work on a post about it.&amp;nbsp; For now I will just share some little things I've been selling in my antique booth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/S7PDBWxap3I/AAAAAAAACpU/tdk00RG_Wq8/s1600/100_7543.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" nt="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/S7PDBWxap3I/AAAAAAAACpU/tdk00RG_Wq8/s400/100_7543.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/S7PCfWb8OfI/AAAAAAAACo0/YS3q1w2LnKY/s1600/100_7576.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" nt="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/S7PCfWb8OfI/AAAAAAAACo0/YS3q1w2LnKY/s640/100_7576.jpg" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/S7PCw9wl2tI/AAAAAAAACo8/vM0phvuLk4A/s1600/100_7577.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" nt="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/S7PCw9wl2tI/AAAAAAAACo8/vM0phvuLk4A/s640/100_7577.jpg" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is an old bed spring.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/S7PC28MuarI/AAAAAAAACpE/Cg7LweJv5aM/s1600/100_7541.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" nt="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/S7PC28MuarI/AAAAAAAACpE/Cg7LweJv5aM/s640/100_7541.jpg" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/S7PC8wJoB3I/AAAAAAAACpM/UtMbXx42FVA/s1600/100_7542.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" nt="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/S7PC8wJoB3I/AAAAAAAACpM/UtMbXx42FVA/s640/100_7542.jpg" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;It is fun to look for old, &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;rusty&lt;/span&gt; items that most people would consider trash and then search for a scripture to go along with each item.&amp;nbsp; I use &lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/"&gt;Bible Gateway&lt;/a&gt; to find my scriptures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I realize this isn't a real exciting post, but it is all I have for you tonight.&amp;nbsp; I need to get my Sweet Girl ready for bed, fold about four loads of laundry, make a grocery list and pull out the corresponding coupons, load the dishwasher......&amp;nbsp; The fun awaits!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;{"But store up for yourselves treasures in heaven, where neither moth nor &lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;rust&lt;/span&gt; destroys, and where thieves do not break in or steal..."&amp;nbsp; Matthew 6:20}&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5911343851927728176-3070324680616674363?l=vanessacovington.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanessacovington.blogspot.com/feeds/3070324680616674363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5911343851927728176&amp;postID=3070324680616674363' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911343851927728176/posts/default/3070324680616674363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911343851927728176/posts/default/3070324680616674363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanessacovington.blogspot.com/2010/03/well-maybe-someday-i-will-get-back-to.html' title='Rusty Treasures'/><author><name>Vanessa {Bloom Right Here!}</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15698226268281524753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SPEEv7k_kXI/AAAAAAAABSg/RiqHan4v5H4/S220/100_4842.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/S7PDBWxap3I/AAAAAAAACpU/tdk00RG_Wq8/s72-c/100_7543.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5911343851927728176.post-7246316056988895144</id><published>2010-03-20T19:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-20T19:29:08.821-05:00</updated><title type='text'>His Eye is On the Sparrow</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Yes, I am still here.&amp;nbsp; I know it has been awhile. Life has just taken priority over blogging, but I thought I would pop in real quick tonight.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Spring is here!&amp;nbsp; Well, sort of.&amp;nbsp; As I am typing this many people are still receiving snow.&amp;nbsp; In fact, here in south Arkansas we have snow in the forecast for tonight.&amp;nbsp; Craziness!&amp;nbsp; But I am still going to talk about spring.&amp;nbsp; I love waking up and listening to the birds singing outside.&amp;nbsp; What a wonderful sign of spring!&amp;nbsp; The birds singing brought to mind an old hymn the other day.&amp;nbsp; "His Eye is On the Sparrow" is such a beautiful song.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/S6Vd_7CGJxI/AAAAAAAACoU/6FJJGugMTIo/s1600-h/100_7513.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/S6Vd_7CGJxI/AAAAAAAACoU/6FJJGugMTIo/s400/100_7513.jpg" vt="true" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;I put together this little collage using a cover of an old book as the base. The "egg" in the middle of the doily is some sort of button.&amp;nbsp; I was going for the look of an egg in a nest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/S6VeLBfbKNI/AAAAAAAACoc/aECEnnpf-yI/s1600-h/100_7516.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/S6VeLBfbKNI/AAAAAAAACoc/aECEnnpf-yI/s400/100_7516.jpg" vt="true" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc; font-size: large;"&gt;I sing because I'm happy.&amp;nbsp; I sing because I'm free.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc; font-size: large;"&gt;For His eye is on the sparrow, and I know He watches me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Aren't those wonderful words?&amp;nbsp; God is watching out for that tiny little sparrow singing outside my window and He is also watching out for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/S6VeURA8lvI/AAAAAAAACok/tqPuDHfAUfg/s1600-h/100_7517.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/S6VeURA8lvI/AAAAAAAACok/tqPuDHfAUfg/s400/100_7517.jpg" vt="true" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;This little scripture cards says, &lt;em&gt;"In the fear of the Lord is strong confidence; and His children shall have a place of refuge."&amp;nbsp; Proverbs 14:26&amp;nbsp; &lt;/em&gt;One more reminder that we are safe in Jesus.&amp;nbsp; I hope wherever you are tonight, that you feel His comfort surrounding you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;{"So don't be afraid. You are worth much more than many &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;sparrows&lt;/span&gt;."&amp;nbsp; Matthew 10:31}&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5911343851927728176-7246316056988895144?l=vanessacovington.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanessacovington.blogspot.com/feeds/7246316056988895144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5911343851927728176&amp;postID=7246316056988895144' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911343851927728176/posts/default/7246316056988895144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911343851927728176/posts/default/7246316056988895144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanessacovington.blogspot.com/2010/03/his-eye-is-on-sparrow.html' title='His Eye is On the Sparrow'/><author><name>Vanessa {Bloom Right Here!}</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15698226268281524753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SPEEv7k_kXI/AAAAAAAABSg/RiqHan4v5H4/S220/100_4842.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/S6Vd_7CGJxI/AAAAAAAACoU/6FJJGugMTIo/s72-c/100_7513.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5911343851927728176.post-548698225576515045</id><published>2010-03-04T11:05:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T13:10:59.824-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Thomas Edison Junk</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/S4_ppWkRXTI/AAAAAAAACoI/lubmh9VMDi8/s1600-h/100_7497.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444827371155840306" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/S4_ppWkRXTI/AAAAAAAACoI/lubmh9VMDi8/s320/100_7497.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I love this quote by Thomas Edison. My "inventions" aren't quite the same caliber as his, but our minds must work somewhat alike. Right?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is going to be a quick, simple post. Too many things to get accomplished today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/S4_ppCKvq2I/AAAAAAAACoA/XQkhxYn6XR0/s1600-h/100_7492.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444827365680065378" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/S4_ppCKvq2I/AAAAAAAACoA/XQkhxYn6XR0/s320/100_7492.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My "invention" this week started out with a cabinet door almost identical to the one above. It was purchased for $4 at the antique store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/S4_pouTL6vI/AAAAAAAACn4/WrdcMsTn7Wc/s1600-h/100_7493.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444827360346761970" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/S4_pouTL6vI/AAAAAAAACn4/WrdcMsTn7Wc/s320/100_7493.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is what I ended up with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/S4_poY0mQmI/AAAAAAAACnw/Ip64VMgdt-Q/s1600-h/100_7496.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444827354581320290" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/S4_poY0mQmI/AAAAAAAACnw/Ip64VMgdt-Q/s320/100_7496.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The cheese grater was a $1 thrift store purchase and the button magnets were made from my stash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/S4_pn-j0fkI/AAAAAAAACno/_hs76u_55SY/s1600-h/100_7495.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444827347531628098" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/S4_pn-j0fkI/AAAAAAAACno/_hs76u_55SY/s320/100_7495.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is heading to my booth, but I think I will make one for myself with the other cabinet door. I could have sanded and painted the "frame", but I really liked it left as-is. What do you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;{Don't burn out; keep yourselves fueled and aflame. Be alert servants of the Master, cheerfully expectant. Don't quit in hard times; pray all the harder. Help needy Christians; be &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;invent&lt;/span&gt;ive in hospitality. Romans 12:11}&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm linking up to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bec4-beyondthepicketfence.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Beyond The Picket Fence" src="http://i454.photobucket.com/albums/qq266/bec8257/button2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Be sure to head over there (click the box above) to see many great ideas!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5911343851927728176-548698225576515045?l=vanessacovington.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanessacovington.blogspot.com/feeds/548698225576515045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5911343851927728176&amp;postID=548698225576515045' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911343851927728176/posts/default/548698225576515045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911343851927728176/posts/default/548698225576515045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanessacovington.blogspot.com/2010/03/thomas-edison-junk.html' title='Thomas Edison Junk'/><author><name>Vanessa {Bloom Right Here!}</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15698226268281524753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SPEEv7k_kXI/AAAAAAAABSg/RiqHan4v5H4/S220/100_4842.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/S4_ppWkRXTI/AAAAAAAACoI/lubmh9VMDi8/s72-c/100_7497.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5911343851927728176.post-1149342934129659322</id><published>2010-02-24T12:47:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T13:00:27.728-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Afternoon Agenda</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;1.&lt;/span&gt;  Eat this.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/S4V1KRnmf3I/AAAAAAAACng/Ax_GzaFMA80/s1600-h/reese%27s+dark.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 248px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441884544135757682" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/S4V1KRnmf3I/AAAAAAAACng/Ax_GzaFMA80/s320/reese%27s+dark.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;picture from hersheys.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;2.&lt;/span&gt; Take care of this Sweet Girl.....  She's not feeling well today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/S4V1KWOwVHI/AAAAAAAACnY/qaVxVyQXiOY/s1600-h/100_5831.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441884545373721714" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/S4V1KWOwVHI/AAAAAAAACnY/qaVxVyQXiOY/s320/100_5831.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;3.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Read this....  So excited to find it at Walmart today! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/S4V1KGjOIKI/AAAAAAAACnQ/5tk3qu4SwIY/s1600-h/FMS_Cover_FINAL.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 241px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441884541164593314" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/S4V1KGjOIKI/AAAAAAAACnQ/5tk3qu4SwIY/s320/FMS_Cover_FINAL.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And the Reese's Dark may or may not already be eaten.  I'm not telling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;{When you're given a box of candy, don't gulp it all down; eat too much &lt;strong&gt;chocolate&lt;/strong&gt; and you'll make yourself sick; And when you find a friend, don't outwear your welcome; show up at all hours and he'll soon get fed up. Proverbs 25:16}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can you believe I found the word "chocolate" in the Bible?!  It is from The Message translation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5911343851927728176-1149342934129659322?l=vanessacovington.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanessacovington.blogspot.com/feeds/1149342934129659322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5911343851927728176&amp;postID=1149342934129659322' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911343851927728176/posts/default/1149342934129659322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911343851927728176/posts/default/1149342934129659322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanessacovington.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-afternoon-agenda.html' title='My Afternoon Agenda'/><author><name>Vanessa {Bloom Right Here!}</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15698226268281524753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SPEEv7k_kXI/AAAAAAAABSg/RiqHan4v5H4/S220/100_4842.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/S4V1KRnmf3I/AAAAAAAACng/Ax_GzaFMA80/s72-c/reese%27s+dark.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5911343851927728176.post-7828319306445860194</id><published>2010-02-22T12:17:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T13:03:58.076-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Scarf Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I've been loving scarves lately. Here in the south I find it rarely gets cold enough for my winter coat. Most days I will just throw on a jacket or sweater and wrap a scarf around my neck. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Before Christmas I decided I wanted to find some scarves for Sweet Girl. Because of Rett Syndrome she drools quite a bit. I hate for her to have to wear a bib - she is 7 years old. I decided a scarf would help keep her shirt dry and be stylish at the same time. Unfortunately, when I started looking for scarves it was hard to find much that was cute, easy-wash, soft.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I wondered what I could make so I did a little Googling and came across this &lt;a href="http://blog.craftzine.com/archive/2009/10/t-shirt_memory_scarf.html"&gt;T-shirt Memory Scarf. &lt;/a&gt;Perfect! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441136273386831314" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/S4LMnL22_dI/AAAAAAAACm4/-P_7uP5IDHs/s320/100_7254.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Here is my version for Sweet Girl. (She isn't mad. She just refuses to ever smile for the camera.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/S4LMn3LowFI/AAAAAAAACnI/KLA7jjIDPfM/s1600-h/100_7286.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441136285016703058" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/S4LMn3LowFI/AAAAAAAACnI/KLA7jjIDPfM/s320/100_7286.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This scarf works great for the intended purpose. It catches the unfortunate drool. It keeps her warm and dry. And it is soft and easy to wash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/S4LMnlqMYbI/AAAAAAAACnA/aHHXF_6MxSQ/s1600-h/100_7285.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441136280313029042" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/S4LMnlqMYbI/AAAAAAAACnA/aHHXF_6MxSQ/s320/100_7285.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sweet Girl gets lots of compliments when she wears it and people enjoy looking at the "memories" from the shirts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recently made a fun scarf for myself. Last week I was sorting some things to put in my antique booth when I came across some old quilt squares. I was about to tag them and try to sell them when I had a thought - "These would make a unique scarf." Off I went to my sewing machine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/S4LLllWLaSI/AAAAAAAACmw/x-L0Jf9AY1E/s1600-h/100_7473.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441135146357713186" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/S4LLllWLaSI/AAAAAAAACmw/x-L0Jf9AY1E/s320/100_7473.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I cannot believe I am showing you this picture. I absolutely despise pictures of myself. To make matters worse, this one is blurry, off-center and just plain yuck. But I did want you to see what the scarf looked like "in action."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/S4LLlPcJ0ZI/AAAAAAAACmo/kSUZks8at7M/s1600-h/100_7489.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441135140477194642" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/S4LLlPcJ0ZI/AAAAAAAACmo/kSUZks8at7M/s320/100_7489.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; All I did was sew the squares end-to-end, fold the whole thing in half, right sides together and stitched - leaving one end open. I turned it, pressed it and stitched the end closed. I probably should have (and may still) top stitch around the whole thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/S4LLkgx27EI/AAAAAAAACmg/zo1BEKcixtY/s1600-h/100_7490.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441135127951764546" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/S4LLkgx27EI/AAAAAAAACmg/zo1BEKcixtY/s320/100_7490.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; There are so many colors that it goes with just about anything. I also like that it is light-weight and will still work on cool spring days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/S4LLkMqRTsI/AAAAAAAACmY/syJiinUgS40/s1600-h/100_7491.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441135122551230146" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/S4LLkMqRTsI/AAAAAAAACmY/syJiinUgS40/s320/100_7491.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm linking up to &lt;a href="http://twiceremembered.blogspot.com/2010/02/make-your-monday-week-14-add-your-link.html?utm_source=feedburner&amp;amp;utm_medium=feed&amp;amp;utm_campaign=Feed%3A+twicerememberedcottage+%28Twice+Remembered+%29&amp;amp;utm_content=Google+Reader"&gt;Make Your Monday &lt;/a&gt;over at Twice Remembered. Head on over to see what others are making today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Ca" 20href=""&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Ca" 20href=""&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;{Good friend, follow your father's good advice; don't wander off from your mother's teachings. Wrap yourself in them from head to foot; wear them like a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;scarf&lt;/span&gt; around your neck. Proverbs 6:20}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5911343851927728176-7828319306445860194?l=vanessacovington.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanessacovington.blogspot.com/feeds/7828319306445860194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5911343851927728176&amp;postID=7828319306445860194' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911343851927728176/posts/default/7828319306445860194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911343851927728176/posts/default/7828319306445860194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanessacovington.blogspot.com/2010/02/scarf-love.html' title='Scarf Love'/><author><name>Vanessa {Bloom Right Here!}</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15698226268281524753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SPEEv7k_kXI/AAAAAAAABSg/RiqHan4v5H4/S220/100_4842.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/S4LMnL22_dI/AAAAAAAACm4/-P_7uP5IDHs/s72-c/100_7254.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5911343851927728176.post-8137646870233139214</id><published>2010-02-12T12:39:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T13:08:21.883-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Fingerprint Friday - Snow Day!</title><content type='html'>I am linking up to Fingerprint Friday over at &lt;a href="http://pamperingbeki.blogspot.com/"&gt;The Rusted Chain&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a song by Steven Curtis Chapman that says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can see the fingerprints of God&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When I look at you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can see the fingerprints of God&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I know its true&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're a masterpiece&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That all creation quietly applauds&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And you're covered with the fingerprints of God&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So look around you and see where YOU can see God's fingerprints. Is it in nature? Kids? Animals? Where do you see them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/S3WhmO8wLtI/AAAAAAAACmQ/W9GOziNBXYg/s1600-h/100_7327.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437429803339755218" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/S3WhmO8wLtI/AAAAAAAACmQ/W9GOziNBXYg/s320/100_7327.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We currently live in South Arkansas. Snow is rare here, but yesterday God sent us snow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/S3Whl426eBI/AAAAAAAACmI/jDJaueWOeGg/s1600-h/100_7308.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437429797409683474" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/S3Whl426eBI/AAAAAAAACmI/jDJaueWOeGg/s320/100_7308.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I actually heard on the radio this morning that there is snow on the ground in all 50 states right now. Isn't that amazing?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/S3WhlWQeemI/AAAAAAAACmA/Dy6KBYsauxk/s1600-h/100_7332.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437429788121660002" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/S3WhlWQeemI/AAAAAAAACmA/Dy6KBYsauxk/s320/100_7332.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Oh, how refreshing it was to hear the squeals of delight as the children played in the snow. School was closed today "due to inclement weather." We probably don't even have 2 inches. And, actually, most of it is melted already. It is a snow day, nevertheless!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/S3Whk6WjGQI/AAAAAAAACl4/yYqIn7Lgz0U/s1600-h/100_7322.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437429780630935810" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/S3Whk6WjGQI/AAAAAAAACl4/yYqIn7Lgz0U/s320/100_7322.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I know that many of you are probably praying that God would make it quit snowing. You have had enough. But down here we are enjoying every bit of it. I am, anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/S3WhkiUcelI/AAAAAAAAClw/tYGSBSmvevc/s1600-h/100_7307.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437429774179662418" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/S3WhkiUcelI/AAAAAAAAClw/tYGSBSmvevc/s320/100_7307.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; God's fingerprints are certainly evident in each tiny snowflake - intricate, unique, creative, beautiful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, God, for this snow day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Be sure to head over to &lt;a href="http://pamperingbeki.blogspot.com/2010/02/fingerprint-friday_12.html"&gt;The Rusted Chain &lt;/a&gt;to see other's interpretations of God's fingerprints.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;{He spreads &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;snow&lt;/span&gt; like a white fleece, he scatters frost like ashes, He broadcasts hail like birdseed - who can survive his winter? Then he gives the command and it all melts; he breathes on winter—suddenly it's spring! Psalm 147:16-17}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&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;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5911343851927728176-8137646870233139214?l=vanessacovington.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanessacovington.blogspot.com/feeds/8137646870233139214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5911343851927728176&amp;postID=8137646870233139214' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911343851927728176/posts/default/8137646870233139214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911343851927728176/posts/default/8137646870233139214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanessacovington.blogspot.com/2010/02/fingerprint-friday-snow-day.html' title='Fingerprint Friday - Snow Day!'/><author><name>Vanessa {Bloom Right Here!}</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15698226268281524753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SPEEv7k_kXI/AAAAAAAABSg/RiqHan4v5H4/S220/100_4842.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/S3WhmO8wLtI/AAAAAAAACmQ/W9GOziNBXYg/s72-c/100_7327.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5911343851927728176.post-1105439749592564876</id><published>2010-02-02T09:20:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T10:08:12.856-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Repurpose</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;re·pur·pose&lt;/strong&gt; (rē-pûr'pəs) &lt;a class="pronkey" title="Click for guide to symbols." onclick="ahdpop();return false;" href="http://dictionary.reference.com/help/ahd4/pronkey.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tr.v. &lt;strong&gt;re·pur·posed, re·pur·pos·ing, re·pur·pos·es&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To use or convert for use in another format or product&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I wanted to show you a couple of my recent repurposing projects. Please forgive the bad photography. I know that most of the issue is me, the photographer, but I really do need a new camera. Mine is just worn out, I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/S2hFDd3Nm6I/AAAAAAAAClo/RMckGrFZ63I/s1600-h/100_7243.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433668876280634274" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/S2hFDd3Nm6I/AAAAAAAAClo/RMckGrFZ63I/s320/100_7243.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Several months ago I bought this old aluminum lunch box at a garage sale. I wasn't sure what I would do with it, but for $1 I figured I could come up with something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/S2hFDIJ2LqI/AAAAAAAAClg/UOlXd6Sz_NA/s1600-h/100_7247.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433668870453210786" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/S2hFDIJ2LqI/AAAAAAAAClg/UOlXd6Sz_NA/s320/100_7247.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It is now my new recipe file box. Before, I had my recipes in an ugly plastic file box that was overflowing. I like this so much better. Inside the little jar with the "quilted" top I have some paper clips, mini post-it notes, etc. Handy for when I need to mark a recipe or make notes about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/S2hFCkqQAlI/AAAAAAAAClY/Wih4TeLtpjI/s1600-h/100_7246.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433668860925444690" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/S2hFCkqQAlI/AAAAAAAAClY/Wih4TeLtpjI/s320/100_7246.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The tab files are some I had picked up from Target's $1 Spot a long time ago.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I love my new recipe box and it looks really cute sitting on top of my refrigerator!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more repurpose project before I go....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/S2hFCSdXuvI/AAAAAAAAClQ/ZqjMToz-rt4/s1600-h/100_7234.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433668856039586546" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/S2hFCSdXuvI/AAAAAAAAClQ/ZqjMToz-rt4/s320/100_7234.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Did any of you see these in the Christmas section at WalMart? I spotted them before Christmas, but didn't want to pay the price. But I immediately thought of all the fun things I could do with that container.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;a picture frame and photo storage&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;a gift tin filled with handmade cards&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;a fun display piece filled with a collection of buttons, marbles, etc.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;a gift tin filled with homemade goodies&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;craft supply storage&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;After Christmas there were a lot of these left. There were also other varieties with plain tins (without the "window"). It took WalMart awhile to mark these way down. Even 50% off was too much for me - and everyone else, obviously, considering how many were still on the shelf. Finally, they went to 75% off and I snagged several. I think they ended up being around $1 each.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Okay, I have to admit that the snacks inside were worth the $1. Yummy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/S2hFCFYCs0I/AAAAAAAAClI/OV_3V2TmL4s/s1600-h/100_7237.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433668852527575874" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/S2hFCFYCs0I/AAAAAAAAClI/OV_3V2TmL4s/s320/100_7237.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; For now, I have two of them holding some Memory Makers foam stamp sets. Eventually they may be repurposed (again) into something else.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;What is your most recent or favorite repurpose project? I'd love to hear about it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;{Many are the plans in a man's heart, but it is the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;LORD's purpose&lt;/span&gt; that prevails. Proverbs 19:21}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5911343851927728176-1105439749592564876?l=vanessacovington.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanessacovington.blogspot.com/feeds/1105439749592564876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5911343851927728176&amp;postID=1105439749592564876' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911343851927728176/posts/default/1105439749592564876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911343851927728176/posts/default/1105439749592564876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanessacovington.blogspot.com/2010/02/repurpose.html' title='Repurpose'/><author><name>Vanessa {Bloom Right Here!}</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15698226268281524753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SPEEv7k_kXI/AAAAAAAABSg/RiqHan4v5H4/S220/100_4842.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/S2hFDd3Nm6I/AAAAAAAAClo/RMckGrFZ63I/s72-c/100_7243.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5911343851927728176.post-9192391238298883376</id><published>2010-01-26T12:48:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T13:45:12.523-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Bloom....please!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hmmmm.... I wonder if God finds it humorous that I named my blog {Bloom Right Here!}?  When I chose that name I was in a good spot; growing and thriving in my comfortable little world.  How many times since then have I found myself withering instead of blooming?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/S187TT9qRaI/AAAAAAAAClA/lhfFOCmAIrE/s1600-h/100_7222.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431124878594557346" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/S187TT9qRaI/AAAAAAAAClA/lhfFOCmAIrE/s320/100_7222.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sometimes I think God is saying to me, "This is where I planted you.  Bloom....please!"  If only I were a better listener.  I am trying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/S185-d0yRrI/AAAAAAAACk4/gjcWz62VFy0/s1600-h/100_7225.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 131px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431123420952807090" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/S185-d0yRrI/AAAAAAAACk4/gjcWz62VFy0/s320/100_7225.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; In turn, I hope my bulbs grow and bloom.  I have paper whites in the milk glass pedestal and the boots and an amaryllis in the other white container.  Paper whites are new to me and I am not sure how quickly they usually grow.  Have you ever grown an amaryllis?  Especially if you have children, you really should try it.  They grow &lt;em&gt;so fast&lt;/em&gt;!  It is fun to put a ruler in the soil beside it and check the  height each day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 251px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431123411864082322" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/S1859793V5I/AAAAAAAACko/--vupO-l2xU/s320/100_7227.jpg" /&gt; I always buy my bulbs on clearance after Christmas.  Of course, these containers came from the thrift store.  The itty-bitty black boots were my boys'.  When I came across them recently I started to get rid of them, but decided I couldn't part with them.  Do you know how many pair of these "muddy boots" my boys have had?  They have been a wardrobe essential for them since they were toddlers.  At 9 and 12 they are still wearing them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 226px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431123417064790370" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/S185-PVz2WI/AAAAAAAACkw/JK4sKERGZBk/s320/100_7226.jpg" /&gt;Just before Christmas I received a package in the mail from Jill of &lt;a href="http://jillruth.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jill Ruth &amp;amp; Co.&lt;/a&gt;  Inside was this beautiful piece of art.  I wish I would have taken a better picture.  Hand stitching.  Free-form machine stitching.  Old buttons.  Bent wire. It is absolutely wonderful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/S1859hksepI/AAAAAAAACkg/9-_EMsSLmqU/s1600-h/100_7230.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 162px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431123404779190930" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/S1859hksepI/AAAAAAAACkg/9-_EMsSLmqU/s320/100_7230.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jill also sent these little "word nuggets."  So fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/S1859VSqCNI/AAAAAAAACkY/64PeyTjs4KM/s1600-h/100_7231.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 245px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431123401482307794" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/S1859VSqCNI/AAAAAAAACkY/64PeyTjs4KM/s320/100_7231.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Thank you, Jill, for reminding me to bloom!  And thank you, Lord, for sending me friends to remind of this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;{...the desert will &lt;strong&gt;bloom&lt;/strong&gt; with flowers.  It will be very glad and shout with joy.  The glorious beauty of Lebanon will be given to it....  Everyone will see the glory of the Lord.  They will see the beauty of our God. Isaiah 35:2}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5911343851927728176-9192391238298883376?l=vanessacovington.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanessacovington.blogspot.com/feeds/9192391238298883376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5911343851927728176&amp;postID=9192391238298883376' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911343851927728176/posts/default/9192391238298883376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911343851927728176/posts/default/9192391238298883376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanessacovington.blogspot.com/2010/01/bloomplease.html' title='Bloom....please!'/><author><name>Vanessa {Bloom Right Here!}</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15698226268281524753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SPEEv7k_kXI/AAAAAAAABSg/RiqHan4v5H4/S220/100_4842.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/S187TT9qRaI/AAAAAAAAClA/lhfFOCmAIrE/s72-c/100_7222.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5911343851927728176.post-6034082896751861437</id><published>2010-01-21T11:09:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T11:52:35.714-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a Little Something</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Lots going on in my head and in my heart right now, but I'm not sure any of it is blog-worthy. I don't have much time today. Just thought I would show you a little project I did recently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/S1iLGiqq6QI/AAAAAAAACkQ/kDlj9wstHs0/s1600-h/tray.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429242295296387330" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/S1iLGiqq6QI/AAAAAAAACkQ/kDlj9wstHs0/s320/tray.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; In the February issue of Country Living I saw this &lt;a href="http://www.fishseddy.com/browse.cfm/4,1737.html"&gt;little tray&lt;/a&gt;. It is not exactly my style, but it still caught my eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/S1iLGQI4RJI/AAAAAAAACkI/6zvsKwkKITU/s1600-h/100_7218.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429242290322818194" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/S1iLGQI4RJI/AAAAAAAACkI/6zvsKwkKITU/s320/100_7218.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I decided to use some of these little black trays I've had for a long time and make something a little more to my liking. I have 8 of these and I'm sure I paid less than $1 for them at the thrift store a few years ago. First I primed them and then painted them with my &lt;a href="http://vanessacovington.blogspot.com/search?q=seeing+red"&gt;favorite red paint&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/S1iLGKrjNnI/AAAAAAAACkA/l-yBPoIe8HM/s1600-h/100_7203.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429242288857626226" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/S1iLGKrjNnI/AAAAAAAACkA/l-yBPoIe8HM/s320/100_7203.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Then I used Mod Podge to adhere some old reciepts. The store-bought version is okay, but I like mine better! I think these would be good to put in the laundry room or on your dresser to catch the "pocket change." Or set it on a table next to your door so you will always have a place to drop your keys when you come in. My version is also metal, so that adds some magnetic possibilities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See that quilt the trays are sitting on? That is one of my newest thrift store finds. I will have to blog about it soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am linking up to Becky's blog again today.  Just click on the button below to see some fun projects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bec4-beyondthepicketfence.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Beyond The Picket Fence" src="http://i454.photobucket.com/albums/qq266/bec8257/button2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5911343851927728176-6034082896751861437?l=vanessacovington.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanessacovington.blogspot.com/feeds/6034082896751861437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5911343851927728176&amp;postID=6034082896751861437' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911343851927728176/posts/default/6034082896751861437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911343851927728176/posts/default/6034082896751861437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanessacovington.blogspot.com/2010/01/just-little-something.html' title='Just a Little Something'/><author><name>Vanessa {Bloom Right Here!}</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15698226268281524753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SPEEv7k_kXI/AAAAAAAABSg/RiqHan4v5H4/S220/100_4842.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/S1iLGiqq6QI/AAAAAAAACkQ/kDlj9wstHs0/s72-c/tray.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5911343851927728176.post-5123326098823006822</id><published>2010-01-16T18:47:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T18:55:24.512-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday's Psalm</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/S1JeeOP8vMI/AAAAAAAACjw/vfktLFhcUx0/s1600-h/100_7201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427504374248946882" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/S1JeeOP8vMI/AAAAAAAACjw/vfktLFhcUx0/s400/100_7201.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; {"O sing unto the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Lord&lt;/span&gt; a new song; for he hath done &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;marvelous things&lt;/span&gt;."  Psalm 98:1}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5911343851927728176-5123326098823006822?l=vanessacovington.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanessacovington.blogspot.com/feeds/5123326098823006822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5911343851927728176&amp;postID=5123326098823006822' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911343851927728176/posts/default/5123326098823006822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911343851927728176/posts/default/5123326098823006822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanessacovington.blogspot.com/2010/01/saturdays-psalm.html' title='Saturday&apos;s Psalm'/><author><name>Vanessa {Bloom Right Here!}</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15698226268281524753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SPEEv7k_kXI/AAAAAAAABSg/RiqHan4v5H4/S220/100_4842.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/S1JeeOP8vMI/AAAAAAAACjw/vfktLFhcUx0/s72-c/100_7201.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5911343851927728176.post-6429971091376245784</id><published>2010-01-14T10:21:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T09:25:34.416-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Thought for Thursday</title><content type='html'>This is all I've got for you today....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/S09FqiiWHQI/AAAAAAAACjo/fGmtJaYyqnU/s1600-h/100_7172.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426632673132420354" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/S09FqiiWHQI/AAAAAAAACjo/fGmtJaYyqnU/s320/100_7172.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/S09FqGqOeiI/AAAAAAAACjg/kOVrI4cDFxM/s1600-h/100_7173.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426632665649281570" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/S09FqGqOeiI/AAAAAAAACjg/kOVrI4cDFxM/s320/100_7173.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/S09FpxH_TTI/AAAAAAAACjY/Ofk0_8QGYws/s1600-h/100_7174.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426632659868536114" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/S09FpxH_TTI/AAAAAAAACjY/Ofk0_8QGYws/s320/100_7174.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/S09FpnASv3I/AAAAAAAACjQ/rWFVUn0zM2Y/s1600-h/100_7167.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 94px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426632657151901554" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/S09FpnASv3I/AAAAAAAACjQ/rWFVUn0zM2Y/s320/100_7167.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;{Be still and know that I am God. Psalm 46:10}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bec4-beyondthepicketfence.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Beyond The Picket Fence" src="http://i454.photobucket.com/albums/qq266/bec8257/button2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm linking up to &lt;a href="http://bec4-beyondthepicketfence.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-first-linky-party-please-join-me.html"&gt;"$100 Ideas Under $100"&lt;/a&gt; over at Becky's blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5911343851927728176-6429971091376245784?l=vanessacovington.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanessacovington.blogspot.com/feeds/6429971091376245784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5911343851927728176&amp;postID=6429971091376245784' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911343851927728176/posts/default/6429971091376245784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911343851927728176/posts/default/6429971091376245784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanessacovington.blogspot.com/2010/01/thought-for-thursday.html' title='A Thought for Thursday'/><author><name>Vanessa {Bloom Right Here!}</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15698226268281524753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SPEEv7k_kXI/AAAAAAAABSg/RiqHan4v5H4/S220/100_4842.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/S09FqiiWHQI/AAAAAAAACjo/fGmtJaYyqnU/s72-c/100_7172.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5911343851927728176.post-7489959606032167337</id><published>2010-01-05T16:55:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T18:30:26.930-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Look Back</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hello! I hope you haven't completely given up on me - or just plain forgot about me and my little old blog. We traveled some (and by some I mean from Arkansas to Kansas to Colorado, back to Kansas and home to Arkansas) at Christmas. Since we have been home I have been trying to come up with some great, inspiring blog post to start out the new year. I am still trying to come up with it.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Until then I thought I would share some photos from the past year. I just went through my pictures month-by-month and picked a favorite for each month.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/S0PGYDdIeKI/AAAAAAAACjI/g6IalXQ73rc/s1600-h/100_5502aprons.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423396492830865570" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/S0PGYDdIeKI/AAAAAAAACjI/g6IalXQ73rc/s320/100_5502aprons.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Well-dressed chairs for &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;January&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/S0PGXwI-3oI/AAAAAAAACjA/CBYNwAVx5f4/s1600-h/100_5596.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423396487646076546" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/S0PGXwI-3oI/AAAAAAAACjA/CBYNwAVx5f4/s320/100_5596.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;February's&lt;/span&gt; beautiful bloom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/S0PF3aw1DII/AAAAAAAACi4/Cjp9_rUYV48/s1600-h/100_5682hopedecor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 278px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423395932151811202" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/S0PF3aw1DII/AAAAAAAACi4/Cjp9_rUYV48/s320/100_5682hopedecor.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hope springs eternal in &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#339999;"&gt;March&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/S0PF3D71vPI/AAAAAAAACiw/3LtN3lKi8K0/s1600-h/100_6012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423395926023978226" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/S0PF3D71vPI/AAAAAAAACiw/3LtN3lKi8K0/s320/100_6012.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sweet Girl's&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt; April&lt;/span&gt; Easter dress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/S0PF2zDvywI/AAAAAAAACio/fPUs5s1wC_g/s1600-h/100_6186.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423395921493740290" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/S0PF2zDvywI/AAAAAAAACio/fPUs5s1wC_g/s320/100_6186.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A latch from an old leather suitcase I sold in &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#663333;"&gt;May&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/S0PF2SK5LmI/AAAAAAAACig/ZkqgUSaSM34/s1600-h/100_6415.jpgtomatoes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423395912665345634" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/S0PF2SK5LmI/AAAAAAAACig/ZkqgUSaSM34/s320/100_6415.jpgtomatoes.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;June&lt;/span&gt; was canning season. {wink}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/S0PF2GpS1vI/AAAAAAAACiY/rvssfr0g5DY/s1600-h/100_6555.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423395909571630834" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/S0PF2GpS1vI/AAAAAAAACiY/rvssfr0g5DY/s320/100_6555.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It was not I who turned 40 in &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;July&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/S0PEZ6l07nI/AAAAAAAACiQ/ngeassLQFMw/s1600-h/100_6669chalkboard.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423394325787897458" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/S0PEZ6l07nI/AAAAAAAACiQ/ngeassLQFMw/s320/100_6669chalkboard.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; An &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;August&lt;/span&gt; prayer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/S0PEZoWHURI/AAAAAAAACiI/Ws50RQtlx-0/s1600-h/100_6890.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423394320890155282" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/S0PEZoWHURI/AAAAAAAACiI/Ws50RQtlx-0/s320/100_6890.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#336666;"&gt;September&lt;/span&gt; prayer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/S0PEZJX79AI/AAAAAAAACiA/dacIW3HZt7c/s1600-h/100_7028linensonline.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423394312576300034" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/S0PEZJX79AI/AAAAAAAACiA/dacIW3HZt7c/s320/100_7028linensonline.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lovin' my clothesline on an &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;October&lt;/span&gt; day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/S0PEYkS37II/AAAAAAAACh4/etQgox_2hKg/s1600-h/100_7083cropfamily.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423394302622952578" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/S0PEYkS37II/AAAAAAAACh4/etQgox_2hKg/s320/100_7083cropfamily.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#663333;"&gt; November&lt;/span&gt; is family picture time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/S0PEYWg-ZoI/AAAAAAAAChw/Wjo13B3qC_E/s1600-h/100_7139.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423394298924000898" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/S0PEYWg-ZoI/AAAAAAAAChw/Wjo13B3qC_E/s320/100_7139.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;December's&lt;/span&gt; simple tree decorations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is my quick year-in-review. I wonder what my pictures will be like a year from now? I know that God has good things in store for our family. Waiting on (and recognizing) those "good things" is sometimes difficult. My January 2010 prayer needs to be one of patience and surrender.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;{&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Surrender&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; your heart to God, turn to him in prayer. Job 11:13}&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;{We continue to shout our praise even when we're hemmed in with troubles, because we know how troubles can develop passionate &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;patience&lt;/span&gt; in us, and how that &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;patience&lt;/span&gt; in turn forges the tempered steel of virtue, keeping us alert for whatever God will do next. Romans 5:3}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5911343851927728176-7489959606032167337?l=vanessacovington.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanessacovington.blogspot.com/feeds/7489959606032167337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5911343851927728176&amp;postID=7489959606032167337' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911343851927728176/posts/default/7489959606032167337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911343851927728176/posts/default/7489959606032167337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanessacovington.blogspot.com/2010/01/look-back.html' title='A Look Back'/><author><name>Vanessa {Bloom Right Here!}</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15698226268281524753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SPEEv7k_kXI/AAAAAAAABSg/RiqHan4v5H4/S220/100_4842.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/S0PGYDdIeKI/AAAAAAAACjI/g6IalXQ73rc/s72-c/100_5502aprons.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5911343851927728176.post-6403480640143832713</id><published>2009-12-14T08:26:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T10:21:25.498-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hope</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm sorry that I have been "away" for so long. I won't go into all the reasons or excuses. You know how life is - especially this time of year. I will say this, right now the blog world is full of Christmas decor. Everywhere I turn I see beautiful photos of stockings, trees and wreaths. Don't get me wrong, I usually love to decorate. I have boxes and boxes of decorations. But this year I guess I am having trouble getting into the Christmas spirit.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....Until this past weekend when I had a great reminder of the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;true meaning&lt;/span&gt; of Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SyZRLnxtdAI/AAAAAAAAChg/lIiTBkwX4gE/s1600-h/100_7158.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415104862057493506" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SyZRLnxtdAI/AAAAAAAAChg/lIiTBkwX4gE/s320/100_7158.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Many of you have likely had the privilege of watching your child perform in a Christmas Pageant. You know the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;excitement&lt;/span&gt; of seeing your child re-enact the Christmas story. Unless you are the parent of a child with "special needs." Then maybe your child has been left out. Or possibly worse, he or she has been included, only to stick out like a sore thumb. You are proud of your child but you know the hurt of them not fitting in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SyZQJXNGWCI/AAAAAAAAChY/v0NWNAI5b14/s1600-h/100_7159.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415103723737602082" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SyZQJXNGWCI/AAAAAAAAChY/v0NWNAI5b14/s320/100_7159.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Now imagine &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;a stage filled with smiling children&lt;/span&gt;; all with differing abilities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SyZQJP-fbFI/AAAAAAAAChQ/19I_kW0a5vs/s1600-h/100_7155.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415103721797282898" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SyZQJP-fbFI/AAAAAAAAChQ/19I_kW0a5vs/s320/100_7155.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;angels&lt;/span&gt; are there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SyZQIZXtFFI/AAAAAAAAChA/P1nWrdUu0qI/s1600-h/100_7150.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415103707139085394" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SyZQIZXtFFI/AAAAAAAAChA/P1nWrdUu0qI/s320/100_7150.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SyZQIgsWseI/AAAAAAAAChI/pDz0i4qDsvs/s1600-h/100_7149.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415103709104746978" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SyZQIgsWseI/AAAAAAAAChI/pDz0i4qDsvs/s320/100_7149.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And so are the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;shepherds&lt;/span&gt; and stable &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;animals&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SyZQIHpkZvI/AAAAAAAACg4/q3PRF8Lpdgc/s1600-h/100_7151.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415103702382175986" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SyZQIHpkZvI/AAAAAAAACg4/q3PRF8Lpdgc/s320/100_7151.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;wise men&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; have brought gifts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SyZa1cdJbnI/AAAAAAAACho/LJXiE0DQM5U/s1600-h/100_7154.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415115476177612402" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SyZa1cdJbnI/AAAAAAAACho/LJXiE0DQM5U/s320/100_7154.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And of course &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Mary and Joseph and Baby Jesus&lt;/span&gt; are present. And the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;bright star&lt;/span&gt;. And the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;innkeeper&lt;/span&gt;. And &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;narrators&lt;/span&gt;.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Yesterday, with tears streaming down my face, I witnessed the most beautiful portrayal of &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;The Nativity&lt;/span&gt; that I have ever seen. "Labels" and "syndromes" were forgotten. Wheelchairs and walkers didn't matter. Perfection took on a new meaning as some of &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;God's very special children&lt;/span&gt; shared &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;His very precious story&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Fancy decorations don't matter. Neither do expensive toys and gifts. What does matter is this.....Over 2000 years ago a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;baby boy&lt;/span&gt; was born in a stable, bringing the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;gift of Hope&lt;/span&gt; to the world. Thanks to &lt;a href="http://hopelanding.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Hope Landing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, that gift of &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Hope&lt;/span&gt; is being shared with children and parents who desperately need it. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;{But the angel said to them, "Do not be afraid. I bring you &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;good news of great joy&lt;/span&gt; that will be for all the people. Today in the town of David a Savior has been born to you; he is &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Christ the Lord&lt;/span&gt;. Luke 2:10-11}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5911343851927728176-6403480640143832713?l=vanessacovington.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanessacovington.blogspot.com/feeds/6403480640143832713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5911343851927728176&amp;postID=6403480640143832713' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911343851927728176/posts/default/6403480640143832713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911343851927728176/posts/default/6403480640143832713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanessacovington.blogspot.com/2009/12/hope.html' title='Hope'/><author><name>Vanessa {Bloom Right Here!}</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15698226268281524753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SPEEv7k_kXI/AAAAAAAABSg/RiqHan4v5H4/S220/100_4842.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SyZRLnxtdAI/AAAAAAAAChg/lIiTBkwX4gE/s72-c/100_7158.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5911343851927728176.post-4093815917883229532</id><published>2009-11-23T19:52:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T20:49:47.880-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Four Words</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;M&amp;amp;M's.  Premiums.  Mint. Chocolate.&lt;/span&gt;  Four words that have kept me going this week.  Okay, that is probably not really the truth.  But seriously, have you tried them?  The M&amp;amp;M's Premiums have been out for some time now, but I hadn't tried them.  I'm too cheap to pay $3.99 for a little box of M&amp;amp;M's.  So, imagine my surprise as I was strolling down the cosmetics/pharmacy aisle at Kroger the other day.  I stopped to check out their little "clearance" section and way down on the bottom shelf were several boxes of &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;M&amp;amp;M's Premiums Mint Chocolate.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Right below the pantyhose.  Marked down to 39 cents!  Let's just say I came home with a few boxes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We got moved in to the rental house last weekend.  It has been an interesting week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/Sws_ele_x0I/AAAAAAAACgw/K9yY-kgJ22I/s1600/100_7103.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407485572279158594" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/Sws_ele_x0I/AAAAAAAACgw/K9yY-kgJ22I/s320/100_7103.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The color of the living room is "Rusty Pumpkin."  I don't really know what the name of the paint color is.  I just know it is going to take some getting used to.  It's not nearly as pretty as the little pumpkin in the picture.  See the little "straw" bundle?  My nine year old created that with some dried grass or something.  I just stepped out the front door and noticed it the other day.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I've spent a small fortune on critter control in this place.  That's all I'm going to say about that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Speaking of critters, the guys killed a baby copperhead snake while raking and bagging 33 bags of leaves in the front yard on Saturday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The garage door has a mind of its own.  Sometimes it just opens.  Nice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We moved from the "sticks" into town and we now have poor cell phone/internet reception.  Go figure.  I will be lucky to get through this post before I get "disconnected."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/Sws_eeL39HI/AAAAAAAACgo/szXLp4gblyU/s1600/100_7105.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 154px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407485570319905906" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/Sws_eeL39HI/AAAAAAAACgo/szXLp4gblyU/s320/100_7105.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is a little peek into our master bathroom.  I think this entire bathroom could fit inside the &lt;a href="http://vanessacovington.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-fought-god.html"&gt;tub of our old bathroom&lt;/a&gt;.  No towel bar?  No problem.  An old floor lamp will do just fine.&lt;a href="http://vanessacovington.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-fought-god.html"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/Sws_eAiidXI/AAAAAAAACgg/zBOgGOtGUW0/s1600/100_7107.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407485562361902450" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/Sws_eAiidXI/AAAAAAAACgg/zBOgGOtGUW0/s320/100_7107.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And teal is no longer just an accent color.  I bought these thrifted cups for our toothbrushes when we moved into the other house.  They are almost an exact match to the tile that covers most of this bathroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/Sws_dpNQlBI/AAAAAAAACgY/eeXHgm0Emnw/s1600/100_7108.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407485556098634770" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/Sws_dpNQlBI/AAAAAAAACgY/eeXHgm0Emnw/s320/100_7108.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I haven't unpacked much more than just the necessities so far.  But the other day I was needing something to make this place feel more like home.  I dug my aprons out of a box and tied them to this curtain rod.  I know it doesn't look great, but they do help to cheer me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/Sws_dQZhKaI/AAAAAAAACgQ/R2ZZwwuRuyE/s1600/100_7110.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407485549439166882" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/Sws_dQZhKaI/AAAAAAAACgQ/R2ZZwwuRuyE/s320/100_7110.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So does this sign.  Where do you suppose this was originally posted?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How is that for a random post?  I probably won't have time to post again this week, so Happy Thanksgiving to everyone.  I hope you have a blessed day with family and friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;{“Enter his gates with thanksgiving and his courts with praise; give thanks to him and praise his name. For the LORD is good and his love endures forever; his faithfulness continues through all generations.”- Psalm 100:4-5}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5911343851927728176-4093815917883229532?l=vanessacovington.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanessacovington.blogspot.com/feeds/4093815917883229532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5911343851927728176&amp;postID=4093815917883229532' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911343851927728176/posts/default/4093815917883229532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911343851927728176/posts/default/4093815917883229532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanessacovington.blogspot.com/2009/11/four-words.html' title='Four Words'/><author><name>Vanessa {Bloom Right Here!}</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15698226268281524753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SPEEv7k_kXI/AAAAAAAABSg/RiqHan4v5H4/S220/100_4842.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/Sws_ele_x0I/AAAAAAAACgw/K9yY-kgJ22I/s72-c/100_7103.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5911343851927728176.post-3209028672944679170</id><published>2009-11-10T10:02:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T10:34:34.500-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome Home</title><content type='html'>Right now I should be:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Packing more boxes&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Making address changes&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Buying a refrigerator&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Doing laundry&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;And a million other things.....&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SvmO82mQaeI/AAAAAAAACgI/CXpByihXyr4/s1600-h/100_7090.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402506404106889698" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SvmO82mQaeI/AAAAAAAACgI/CXpByihXyr4/s320/100_7090.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Instead, my heart just felt like making a card for the family buying our house.  So many emotions this week.....  We close on this house on Thursday.  Since my husband hasn't found a new job yet, we are moving to a rental in town.  I am struggling with that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"Home is where the heart is."  My heart isn't at that rental - I can tell you that much.  I've written before about the struggles of moving here.  And yes, we long to move out of this area.....  Right now, though, my heart is out here in the country.  Peace and quiet.  Deer in the front yard.  Watching the boys, fishing poles in hand, walk to the pond.  Coffee on the front porch (in my pj's).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm sad for our family.  Again, I find myself wondering what God is doing.  Sorry.  Then I think of the feelings of the new family.  Having never owned a home before, they must be so excited.  Room for the small children.  Maybe a swingset in the yard.  Strolls down the country road.  Possibly even coffee on the front porch (in pj's)!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anyway, that is my rambling for today.  I need to get back to my list......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;{"But our &lt;strong&gt;home&lt;/strong&gt;land is in heaven, and we are waiting for our Savior, the Lord Jesus Christ, to come from heaven."  Philippians 3:20}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5911343851927728176-3209028672944679170?l=vanessacovington.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanessacovington.blogspot.com/feeds/3209028672944679170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5911343851927728176&amp;postID=3209028672944679170' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911343851927728176/posts/default/3209028672944679170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911343851927728176/posts/default/3209028672944679170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanessacovington.blogspot.com/2009/11/welcome-home.html' title='Welcome Home'/><author><name>Vanessa {Bloom Right Here!}</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15698226268281524753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SPEEv7k_kXI/AAAAAAAABSg/RiqHan4v5H4/S220/100_4842.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SvmO82mQaeI/AAAAAAAACgI/CXpByihXyr4/s72-c/100_7090.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5911343851927728176.post-5911393457121888638</id><published>2009-11-01T16:17:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T09:25:44.493-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 9th Birthday, Mr. P!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/Su4SP4hCgLI/AAAAAAAACfI/UsNik4Avvkc/s1600-h/MVC-002F.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399273067342102706" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/Su4SP4hCgLI/AAAAAAAACfI/UsNik4Avvkc/s320/MVC-002F.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This adorable little guy was born 9 years ago today. He has been bringing smiles and laughter into our lives ever since.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/Su4SQIno-cI/AAAAAAAACfQ/TJDgRurJM54/s1600-h/ParsonPumpkin01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399273071664757186" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/Su4SQIno-cI/AAAAAAAACfQ/TJDgRurJM54/s320/ParsonPumpkin01.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; His humorous personality was evident at a very young age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/Su4SQYsISAI/AAAAAAAACfY/ZIWkKrysmgg/s1600-h/+37.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 209px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399273075978553346" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/Su4SQYsISAI/AAAAAAAACfY/ZIWkKrysmgg/s320/+37.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; See? He just makes you laugh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/Su4SPknTW-I/AAAAAAAACfA/7H74N1SmjOk/s1600-h/P1010006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399273061999664098" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/Su4SPknTW-I/AAAAAAAACfA/7H74N1SmjOk/s320/P1010006.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He and his brother both went through a pretty big cowboy stage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/Su4SPWWRM_I/AAAAAAAACe4/nm-4qhDOOls/s1600-h/IMG_1083.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399273058170123250" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/Su4SPWWRM_I/AAAAAAAACe4/nm-4qhDOOls/s320/IMG_1083.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; You will just have to take my word for it - that is really him underneath that hat. He was tuckered out after helping Grandpa and Grandma with a chuckwagon dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/Su4ZXWv35JI/AAAAAAAACf4/G29auOr00ho/s1600-h/100_6422.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399280892297864338" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/Su4ZXWv35JI/AAAAAAAACf4/G29auOr00ho/s320/100_6422.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He is such a loving brother. He and Sweet Girl have quite a bond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/Su4ZXJwbG7I/AAAAAAAACfw/yPhx2VstdN4/s1600-h/100_1924.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399280888810511282" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/Su4ZXJwbG7I/AAAAAAAACfw/yPhx2VstdN4/s320/100_1924.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He is a piano player.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/Su4ZW-y1Q2I/AAAAAAAACfo/Sr7YH9NKWwE/s1600-h/100_6679.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399280885867823970" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/Su4ZW-y1Q2I/AAAAAAAACfo/Sr7YH9NKWwE/s320/100_6679.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; .....a great student.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/Su4ZWhyxioI/AAAAAAAACfg/zRmd2TBhPHM/s1600-h/100_6673.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399280878082951810" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/Su4ZWhyxioI/AAAAAAAACfg/zRmd2TBhPHM/s320/100_6673.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; .....a fisherman.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/Su71Y1MxVdI/AAAAAAAACgA/Vql4SmYGtvw/s1600-h/100_6948.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399522810210112978" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/Su71Y1MxVdI/AAAAAAAACgA/Vql4SmYGtvw/s320/100_6948.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ....and a lego-maniac!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you, buddy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;{A wise son brings joy to his father (and mother).....Proverbs 10:1}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5911343851927728176-5911393457121888638?l=vanessacovington.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanessacovington.blogspot.com/feeds/5911393457121888638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5911343851927728176&amp;postID=5911393457121888638' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911343851927728176/posts/default/5911393457121888638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911343851927728176/posts/default/5911393457121888638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanessacovington.blogspot.com/2009/11/happy-9th-birthday-mr-p.html' title='Happy 9th Birthday, Mr. P!'/><author><name>Vanessa {Bloom Right Here!}</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15698226268281524753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SPEEv7k_kXI/AAAAAAAABSg/RiqHan4v5H4/S220/100_4842.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/Su4SP4hCgLI/AAAAAAAACfI/UsNik4Avvkc/s72-c/MVC-002F.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5911343851927728176.post-4512305786449566384</id><published>2009-10-29T08:25:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T08:28:26.563-05:00</updated><title type='text'>She's With Me Video by Collin Raye - MySpace Video</title><content type='html'>Blogger isn't letting me upload photos this morning. We will see if I have better luck with a video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I first heard this song a few months ago I just sat and cried. If you have a child with special needs I think you will understand. Colin's granddaughter has many similarities to Rett Syndrome, but she is undiagnosed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Sweet Girl is home with the flu right now. She is doing better today. Right now she needs her mommy, though, so I will leave you with the video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vids.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=vids.individual&amp;amp;videoid=100182023"&gt;She's With Me Video by Collin Raye - MySpace Video&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that didn't work quite like I had hoped.  Just click on the link above and it will take you to the video.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5911343851927728176-4512305786449566384?l=vanessacovington.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanessacovington.blogspot.com/feeds/4512305786449566384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5911343851927728176&amp;postID=4512305786449566384' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911343851927728176/posts/default/4512305786449566384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911343851927728176/posts/default/4512305786449566384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanessacovington.blogspot.com/2009/10/shes-with-me-video-by-collin-raye.html' title='She&apos;s With Me Video by Collin Raye - MySpace Video'/><author><name>Vanessa {Bloom Right Here!}</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15698226268281524753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SPEEv7k_kXI/AAAAAAAABSg/RiqHan4v5H4/S220/100_4842.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5911343851927728176.post-397876973491226702</id><published>2009-10-22T13:09:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T15:39:05.161-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a Bag, It's a Purse, It's a.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;.....coupon organizer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a long time, I have used a baby wipes box for my coupons. It worked okay, but there were some problems. 1.) Cashiers always thought I was trying to steal a box of wipes when I didn't unload it out of the cart. 2.) It was awkward to carry and I always worried that I would drop it and send coupons fluttering all over the parking lot. 3.) It wasn't quite big enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So....I have been on the hunt for the perfect "container" for my coupons. I went up and down the aisles of Walmart and Target. Nothing. Ebay and Etsy had a few options, but nothing that seemed just right for me. Next, I decided to see what the local thrift shops had. Still nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395489709719049330" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SuChTfEUVHI/AAAAAAAACeo/q8tiKH20byM/s320/100_6986.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Then last week I was in the antique store checking on my booth. I decided to walk around and see what the other vendors had to offer. I spotted this purse (no, it is not an antique) and had an "a-ha moment."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395489697583225634" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SuChSx26WyI/AAAAAAAACeY/4cpak1C0SNY/s320/100_6988.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;I love my new &lt;strike&gt;purse&lt;/strike&gt; coupon organizer! It is easy to carry - just throw it over my shoulder and head for the store. Spacious enough for all my coupons, but not so big that it doesn't fit in the seat of the shopping cart. Pockets for my calculator, pen, scissors, etc. And the cashiers don't think I am stealing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395490008037871922" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SuChk2ZEUTI/AAAAAAAACew/1QTYTLihBEY/s320/100_6991.jpg" /&gt; I use "return" envelopes from those pesky credit cards for my coupons. I cut off the flap and then use an index card for the category tab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SuChSsyQsWI/AAAAAAAACeQ/hqtxK3231LU/s1600-h/100_6992.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395489696221540706" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SuChSsyQsWI/AAAAAAAACeQ/hqtxK3231LU/s320/100_6992.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; As I am shopping I put the coupons I am using in the front pocket. Then they are all ready to go when I reach the check out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, did I mention that I paid $2 for my new &lt;strike&gt;purse&lt;/strike&gt; coupon organizer? I always love a thrifty solution!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;{Sell your possessions and give to the poor. Get for yourselves &lt;strong&gt;purses&lt;/strong&gt; that will not wear out, the treasure in heaven that never runs out, where thieves can't steal and moths can't destroy. Your heart will be where your treasure is.  Luke 12:33-34}&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5911343851927728176-397876973491226702?l=vanessacovington.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanessacovington.blogspot.com/feeds/397876973491226702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5911343851927728176&amp;postID=397876973491226702' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911343851927728176/posts/default/397876973491226702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911343851927728176/posts/default/397876973491226702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanessacovington.blogspot.com/2009/10/its-bag-its-purse-its.html' title='It&apos;s a Bag, It&apos;s a Purse, It&apos;s a.....'/><author><name>Vanessa {Bloom Right Here!}</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15698226268281524753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SPEEv7k_kXI/AAAAAAAABSg/RiqHan4v5H4/S220/100_4842.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SuChTfEUVHI/AAAAAAAACeo/q8tiKH20byM/s72-c/100_6986.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5911343851927728176.post-801462858941950418</id><published>2009-10-18T14:47:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T14:56:16.949-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Praise Him</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/Sttw_QaqpwI/AAAAAAAACdw/f2nmH8dzrX8/s1600-h/waterfall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394029210747184898" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/Sttw_QaqpwI/AAAAAAAACdw/f2nmH8dzrX8/s320/waterfall.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Praise God, from whom all blessings flow;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/Sttx0t0yadI/AAAAAAAACeI/p-fRJeErVnE/s1600-h/100_6969.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394030129174440402" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/Sttx0t0yadI/AAAAAAAACeI/p-fRJeErVnE/s320/100_6969.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Praise Him, all creatures here below;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/Sttx0E8teJI/AAAAAAAACeA/RuRyPzEOFQ0/s1600-h/100_6966.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394030118201817234" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/Sttx0E8teJI/AAAAAAAACeA/RuRyPzEOFQ0/s320/100_6966.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Praise Him above, ye heav'nly host;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/Sttxz6ZZAJI/AAAAAAAACd4/k6JDpZ7SgvQ/s1600-h/100_6973.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394030115369320594" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/Sttxz6ZZAJI/AAAAAAAACd4/k6JDpZ7SgvQ/s320/100_6973.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5911343851927728176-801462858941950418?l=vanessacovington.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanessacovington.blogspot.com/feeds/801462858941950418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5911343851927728176&amp;postID=801462858941950418' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911343851927728176/posts/default/801462858941950418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911343851927728176/posts/default/801462858941950418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanessacovington.blogspot.com/2009/10/praise-him.html' title='Praise Him'/><author><name>Vanessa {Bloom Right Here!}</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15698226268281524753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SPEEv7k_kXI/AAAAAAAABSg/RiqHan4v5H4/S220/100_4842.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/Sttw_QaqpwI/AAAAAAAACdw/f2nmH8dzrX8/s72-c/waterfall.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5911343851927728176.post-7217069036802960943</id><published>2009-10-12T11:15:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T12:38:05.731-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bittersweet</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;bit ter sweet&lt;/strong&gt; 1. climbing plant with purple flowers and poisonous, scarlet berries. 2. climbing plant with orange seed cases that open and show red seeds. 3. sweet and bitter mixed. 4. sweetness and bitterness mixed. &lt;em&gt;n., adj.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/StNW74eLuuI/AAAAAAAACdA/foJlwwiAayI/s1600-h/100_6964.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391748765663869666" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/StNW74eLuuI/AAAAAAAACdA/foJlwwiAayI/s320/100_6964.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This seems to be a fitting word right now. It is what my heart is feeling today. If you are a close friend or family member or if you have been reading my blog for awhile, you might know my feelings about moving here. &lt;a href="http://vanessacovington.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-fought-god.html"&gt;I fought it&lt;/a&gt;. I have searched my heart and &lt;a href="http://vanessacovington.blogspot.com/2008/07/thoughts-on-blooming.html"&gt;blogged about it&lt;/a&gt;. A couple months ago &lt;a href="http://vanessacovington.blogspot.com/2009/08/honesty.html"&gt;I was honest &lt;/a&gt;with you about some struggles we were facing.&lt;a href="http://vanessacovington.blogspot.com/search?q=i+fought+god"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/StNW7nDFqJI/AAAAAAAACc4/viwwY6Xc1mI/s1600-h/100_6963.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 243px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391748760986822802" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/StNW7nDFqJI/AAAAAAAACc4/viwwY6Xc1mI/s320/100_6963.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;When we moved here this house really became a refuge for me. In the midst of the chaos, I could sit on the porch and find peace. When I was lonely I could decorate and make our house a home. Peace would surround me as I watched the wildlife (or my children) playing in the yard. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is bittersweet. The tears are falling along with the rain outside. We have an offer on our house. In this economy, I know that this is a blessing. God is taking care of us. But I am human and I am sad, scared....and yes, maybe bitter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where do we go from here? How do we start over when we will walk away from this home sale with nothing? When will my husband find a new job where he can be happy and people will believe in him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/StNW7KXgVjI/AAAAAAAACcw/Ym_Gb1QLIw8/s1600-h/img_falldecorlg_5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391748753287829042" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/StNW7KXgVjI/AAAAAAAACcw/Ym_Gb1QLIw8/s320/img_falldecorlg_5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Photo from Country Home)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We are surviving. This house will become a home for a new family. My husband has &lt;em&gt;a job&lt;/em&gt;. We have family and friends who love us. Sweet blessings, even in bitter times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;{What more could I have done for my vineyard that I have not already done? When I expected &lt;strong&gt;sweet&lt;/strong&gt; grapes, why did my vineyard give me &lt;strong&gt;bitter&lt;/strong&gt; grapes? Isaiah 5:4}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5911343851927728176-7217069036802960943?l=vanessacovington.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanessacovington.blogspot.com/feeds/7217069036802960943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5911343851927728176&amp;postID=7217069036802960943' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911343851927728176/posts/default/7217069036802960943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911343851927728176/posts/default/7217069036802960943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanessacovington.blogspot.com/2009/10/bittersweet.html' title='Bittersweet'/><author><name>Vanessa {Bloom Right Here!}</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15698226268281524753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SPEEv7k_kXI/AAAAAAAABSg/RiqHan4v5H4/S220/100_4842.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/StNW74eLuuI/AAAAAAAACdA/foJlwwiAayI/s72-c/100_6964.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5911343851927728176.post-6914047529530601324</id><published>2009-10-01T09:47:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T10:41:36.708-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Autumn {ReNew}al</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The trees are beginning to blush! Isn't that a wonderful description for this time of year? I can't take credit for it. Another blogger (sorry I can't remember who) used that phrase the other day. So true. As I drive down the tree-lined country roads I can see glimpses of red on some of the leaves. Ahhhhh.....Autumn is my favorite season!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387645626979783074" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SsTDJxvREaI/AAAAAAAACcQ/kuaSeqza-N0/s320/100_6804.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;With the changing of the seasons, I decided my booth needed some &lt;a href="http://vanessacovington.blogspot.com/2008/09/renew.html"&gt;{ReNew}&lt;/a&gt;al; a little freshening for fall. These old tinker toys make a unique "autumn" display, but could also be used to hold photographs or place cards.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387646658184168514" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SsTEFzRjREI/AAAAAAAACcg/og_h4g2hUCU/s320/100_6801.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Here they are displaying some old Probe game cards. I am not a Halloween/ghost/witch person, but I do have a few things in my booth. It amazes me how many people go all-out with Halloween decorating. The &lt;em&gt;Humorous Ghost Stories&lt;/em&gt; book sold right away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387646664678424098" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SsTEGLd5viI/AAAAAAAACco/Q-oG7LLkTQQ/s320/100_6806.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;This isn't a great picture, but it shows some of the over-all display.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SsTDJu2h1mI/AAAAAAAACcI/-iOwwGY9K2Q/s1600-h/100_6880.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387645626204935778" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SsTDJu2h1mI/AAAAAAAACcI/-iOwwGY9K2Q/s320/100_6880.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This peg shelf got a coat of paint and some distressing after it finally stopped raining last week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SsTDJMpgOCI/AAAAAAAACcA/ob7rpOHXBqM/s1600-h/100_6877.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387645617023498274" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SsTDJMpgOCI/AAAAAAAACcA/ob7rpOHXBqM/s320/100_6877.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If you enlarge this picture you will see that the book is opened to "The Raven" by Edgar Allen Poe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SsTDI_-acYI/AAAAAAAACb4/S83LHun40p0/s1600-h/100_6876.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387645613621539202" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SsTDI_-acYI/AAAAAAAACb4/S83LHun40p0/s320/100_6876.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If something is metal and rusty I just might like it! The toolbox tray fits in that category. Add a few colorful accessories and it turns into a nice display piece. At least I think so! What do you think of the wire pumpkin? I made it out of some old garden fencing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SsTDIQ5Xw7I/AAAAAAAACbw/eqUL8A2W57A/s1600-h/100_6882.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 251px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387645600983925682" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SsTDIQ5Xw7I/AAAAAAAACbw/eqUL8A2W57A/s320/100_6882.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You can't see the rust on this metal box, but it is there! Rust is a fall color, right?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Did I mention that I love this time of year? Turning leaves, cool temperatures, homemade soup, sweaters...... Well, it isn't quite sweater weather down here in the south. However, we did have our first homemade soup of the season last night. Thank you, Lord, for the blessings of autumn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;{People of Zion, celebrate in honor of the LORD your God! He is generous and has sent the &lt;strong&gt;autumn&lt;/strong&gt; and spring rains in the proper seasons. Joel 2:23}&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5911343851927728176-6914047529530601324?l=vanessacovington.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanessacovington.blogspot.com/feeds/6914047529530601324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5911343851927728176&amp;postID=6914047529530601324' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911343851927728176/posts/default/6914047529530601324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911343851927728176/posts/default/6914047529530601324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanessacovington.blogspot.com/2009/10/autumn-renewal.html' title='Autumn {ReNew}al'/><author><name>Vanessa {Bloom Right Here!}</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15698226268281524753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SPEEv7k_kXI/AAAAAAAABSg/RiqHan4v5H4/S220/100_4842.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SsTDJxvREaI/AAAAAAAACcQ/kuaSeqza-N0/s72-c/100_6804.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5911343851927728176.post-4607860124132584161</id><published>2009-09-23T11:09:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T12:43:52.653-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Come On In!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Good morning!  So glad you came knocking on my red screen door.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SrpL9shP98I/AAAAAAAACbo/Z2KPmvAHo8g/s1600-h/100_6813crop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 136px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384699827769571266" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SrpL9shP98I/AAAAAAAACbo/Z2KPmvAHo8g/s320/100_6813crop.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Go ahead and grab that handle and come on in!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SrpL9B-M4WI/AAAAAAAACbg/YRAOmgTfst0/s1600-h/100_6814door3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384699816348279138" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SrpL9B-M4WI/AAAAAAAACbg/YRAOmgTfst0/s320/100_6814door3.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A couple weeks ago some friends asked if I wanted to go "curb shopping" with them.  Yes, that is basically the equivalent of dumpster diving.  I do that, okay.  Anyway, they had just seen a pile of junk and were heading to go check it out.  Of course, I jumped in the van with them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Well, most of it really was just trash.  But just as we were getting ready to leave I caught a glimpse of some chippy red paint.  Wait a minute!  Could it really be a screen door underneath all that trash?!  I had to do a bit of digging and it was pretty disgusting - creepy crawlies and all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SrpL8oVzVwI/AAAAAAAACbY/iLTPGNdeAcY/s1600-h/100_6820.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384699809467946754" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SrpL8oVzVwI/AAAAAAAACbY/iLTPGNdeAcY/s320/100_6820.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I think it was worth it, though.  I've always wanted an old screen door.  Just look at &lt;a href="http://www.theletteredcottage.net/2008/08/screen-door-dining-room.html"&gt;Layla's door&lt;/a&gt;. There are so many possibilities....pantry door, porch door, closet door.  Right now it is on my porch.  It will have to wait for a future house since this one is for sale.  I'm sure my hubby is quite excited to have one more "treasure" to move from place to place.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;At least I didn't buy that old cast iron sink that weighs a ton....yet!  If it is still at the thrift store today it may have to come home with me.   I spotted it yesterday.  It is like the sink that was in the house I grew up in.  WAIT A MINUTE!  I'll be right back!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Okay, I am back.  Had to make a quick trip to town.  You see, as I was writing about the sink I decided to do a Google search to see if I could find a similar one to show you.  I found it!  &lt;a href="http://www.thisoldtubandsink.com/vintage-single-basin-porcelain-over-cast-iron-sink-with-drainboard.html"&gt;This&lt;/a&gt; is the first link I clicked on.  Ummmm, that sink sold for $595!!!!  Seriously, as soon as I saw that I hopped up, grabbed my keys and ran out the door.  I am now the proud owner of a sink very similar to the one at &lt;a href="http://www.thisoldtubandsink.com/vintage-single-basin-porcelain-over-cast-iron-sink-with-drainboard.html"&gt;this link&lt;/a&gt;.  I am also &lt;strong&gt;$3&lt;/strong&gt; poorer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SrpL7hx2vyI/AAAAAAAACbQ/pFoG9nMKZ-I/s1600-h/100_6826.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384699790526693154" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SrpL7hx2vyI/AAAAAAAACbQ/pFoG9nMKZ-I/s320/100_6826.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Look!  Even this little guy is smiling at my good fortune.  When I was out taking pictures of my door this morning I found him.  He is tiny - probably not even a full two inches long!  Cute little critter.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Now for the bad news.  My camera isn't working correctly.  It is stuck on "auto" mode and won't change.  So, even if I truly did understand aperature and shutter speed, I couldn't use them.  Bummer.  Anyone want to buy a sink for $600?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;{"Here's what I'm saying: Ask and you'll get; Seek and you'll find; Knock and the &lt;strong&gt;door&lt;/strong&gt; will open."  Luke 11:9}&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5911343851927728176-4607860124132584161?l=vanessacovington.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanessacovington.blogspot.com/feeds/4607860124132584161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5911343851927728176&amp;postID=4607860124132584161' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911343851927728176/posts/default/4607860124132584161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911343851927728176/posts/default/4607860124132584161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanessacovington.blogspot.com/2009/09/come-on-in.html' title='Come On In!'/><author><name>Vanessa {Bloom Right Here!}</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15698226268281524753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SPEEv7k_kXI/AAAAAAAABSg/RiqHan4v5H4/S220/100_4842.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SrpL9shP98I/AAAAAAAACbo/Z2KPmvAHo8g/s72-c/100_6813crop.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5911343851927728176.post-6945367304732117490</id><published>2009-09-19T20:05:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T20:56:16.135-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Full House</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Well, actually my house is almost empty right now.  Sweet Girl is sleeping.  Hubby had to work today and the boys are outside playing.  Yes, it is dark and they need to be in and taking showers already.  I just don't have the heart to call them inside quite yet.  It has rained all week - over 12 inches since last Saturday.  This evening it is finally NOT raining!  They've been in the house way too much this week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SrWCNBEDboI/AAAAAAAACbI/08OGOkDWY-4/s1600-h/100_6787.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383352089726643842" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SrWCNBEDboI/AAAAAAAACbI/08OGOkDWY-4/s320/100_6787.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is where the full house comes in.  My brother and his family visited this week.  They live in Colorado and are on their way to Orlando.  It was so nice for them to spend a couple nights with us, even though our three bedroom house was busting at the seams!  I had planned for the boys to camp out in the tent, but all the rain put a {damp}er on that.  Instead we just had air mattresses and sleeping bags all over the floors!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SrWCMvn829I/AAAAAAAACbA/on32IdELoqo/s1600-h/100_6784.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383352085045369810" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SrWCMvn829I/AAAAAAAACbA/on32IdELoqo/s320/100_6784.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I love this picture!  It is my brother, three of his kids and my two boys heading over to the pond.  If you look real close in the picture you might be able to tell that it is raining.  They still had a good time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so thankful for the time we had to spend together.  It makes me sad that we only get to see them two or three times a year.  We are still praying that we will be able to move closer to home soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What do you think of the new blog look?  I was just in the mood to change things up a bit this afternoon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I certainly have blogger's block this evening.  Nothing more to say.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;{Then the master told his servant, 'Go out to the roads and country lanes and make them come in, so that my house will be full.  Luke 14:23}&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SrWCL9FworI/AAAAAAAACaw/pr_O8lwBCEo/s1600-h/100_6788.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5911343851927728176-6945367304732117490?l=vanessacovington.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanessacovington.blogspot.com/feeds/6945367304732117490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5911343851927728176&amp;postID=6945367304732117490' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911343851927728176/posts/default/6945367304732117490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911343851927728176/posts/default/6945367304732117490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanessacovington.blogspot.com/2009/09/full-house.html' title='A Full House'/><author><name>Vanessa {Bloom Right Here!}</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15698226268281524753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SPEEv7k_kXI/AAAAAAAABSg/RiqHan4v5H4/S220/100_4842.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SrWCNBEDboI/AAAAAAAACbI/08OGOkDWY-4/s72-c/100_6787.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5911343851927728176.post-4842832537906168813</id><published>2009-09-11T19:10:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T20:07:46.578-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Normal Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"Normal day, let me be aware of the treasure that you are."&lt;/span&gt; Mary Jean Iron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I read this quote awhile back &lt;a href="http://thingswithwingsartjournal.blogspot.com/"&gt;on this blog &lt;/a&gt;and gave it some thought. It is so easy to focus on the bad days; the days when a child is sick or the car breaks down. In the blog world, we often emphasize the good days. It is fun to write about exciting happenings, a new purchase, a child's accomplishment.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I haven't blogged in several days. What do I have to say? What have I done? Then I remembered the quote and decided I just needed to blog. I need to share the "normal" with you. These things may seem random, and well, I guess they are.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SqrphBQHFCI/AAAAAAAACaI/wVFXk3RGZUo/s1600-h/100_6775.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380369458328441890" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SqrphBQHFCI/AAAAAAAACaI/wVFXk3RGZUo/s320/100_6775.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Today I made a birthday card for my niece. It felt good to be creative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/Sqrpg-uTfdI/AAAAAAAACaA/dGoBv6g3ioo/s1600-h/100_6762.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380369457649778130" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/Sqrpg-uTfdI/AAAAAAAACaA/dGoBv6g3ioo/s320/100_6762.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Last week I found this piece at a thrift store. It needs a little TLC and then I will try to make room for it in my antique booth. I really like it and won't be too sad if it doesn't sell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SqrpgLuq-AI/AAAAAAAACZ4/SnmBgPDwTsw/s1600-h/100_6708.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380369443961108482" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SqrpgLuq-AI/AAAAAAAACZ4/SnmBgPDwTsw/s320/100_6708.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; As I was getting Sweet Girl's feeding pump ready (yes, that is "normal" here) the other night, I asked one of the boys to bring me the camera. Isn't this a sweet little scene? The little girl on the bed is a music box from my childhood. She has blonde pigtails just like Sweet Girl and her &lt;a href="http://babybeblesseddolls.com/"&gt;Baby Be Blessed &lt;/a&gt;doll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/Sqrpf4MKZbI/AAAAAAAACZw/9CBUCcz-_n8/s1600-h/100_6682.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380369438716093874" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/Sqrpf4MKZbI/AAAAAAAACZw/9CBUCcz-_n8/s320/100_6682.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I like to take pictures of the sky. There is nothing "normal" about God's creation. It is spectacular!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SqrpfQpLkhI/AAAAAAAACZo/ZwdSluCA6Zs/s1600-h/100_6669.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380369428100387346" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SqrpfQpLkhI/AAAAAAAACZo/ZwdSluCA6Zs/s320/100_6669.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A few weeks ago I found this verse. It was during the time when we were waiting to hear about hubby's job. I prayed this verse over and over and wanted it to be visible, so I wrote it on one of my chalkboards. God's "nick of time" is obviously not the same as mine. I am still praying this verse. I wonder, though, what potential buyers of our house think when they see this chalkboard on the wall? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is my "normal" for the night. I hope you will take some time and enjoy the normal in your days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;{With things back to &lt;strong&gt;normal&lt;/strong&gt;, Paul called the disciples together and encouraged them to keep up the good work in Ephesus. Acts 20:1}&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5911343851927728176-4842832537906168813?l=vanessacovington.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanessacovington.blogspot.com/feeds/4842832537906168813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5911343851927728176&amp;postID=4842832537906168813' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911343851927728176/posts/default/4842832537906168813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911343851927728176/posts/default/4842832537906168813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanessacovington.blogspot.com/2009/09/normal-day.html' title='Normal Day'/><author><name>Vanessa {Bloom Right Here!}</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15698226268281524753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SPEEv7k_kXI/AAAAAAAABSg/RiqHan4v5H4/S220/100_4842.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SqrphBQHFCI/AAAAAAAACaI/wVFXk3RGZUo/s72-c/100_6775.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5911343851927728176.post-8102868347832046992</id><published>2009-08-31T16:44:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T18:13:26.507-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Butterfly Flitted</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SpxGJVu9aEI/AAAAAAAACYo/LNnO08zzxh4/s1600-h/100_6705.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376249181440403522" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SpxGJVu9aEI/AAAAAAAACYo/LNnO08zzxh4/s320/100_6705.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;I meant to do my work to-day --&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;But a brown bird sang in the apple tree,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;And a butterfly flitted across the field,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;And all the leaves were calling me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Richard Le Gallienne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SpxHZJ_yMvI/AAAAAAAACZQ/We1aa-WWbPM/s1600-h/scan0005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 230px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376250552679281394" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SpxHZJ_yMvI/AAAAAAAACZQ/We1aa-WWbPM/s320/scan0005.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have been seeing beautiful butterflies out my back door and I just can't help but grab my camera and run outside. They are such amazing creatures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SpxGK1jm0rI/AAAAAAAACZI/zvInBAYXm8k/s1600-h/100_6725.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376249207162589874" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SpxGK1jm0rI/AAAAAAAACZI/zvInBAYXm8k/s320/100_6725.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;The butterfly counts not months but moments, and has time enough. ~Rabindranath Tagore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 171px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376250555293390850" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SpxHZTvCWAI/AAAAAAAACZY/3-4zemmQ-fs/s320/scan0006.jpg" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;I read that a butterfly's life span is only 2-3 weeks. Their beauty is such a gift and lasts only a short time. I wonder what our lives would be like if we knew we only had a matter of days to share our beauty, gifts or talents with those around us? What if we didn't always think "I have tomorrow"?&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376249202723173618" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SpxGKlBKtPI/AAAAAAAACZA/rzMWijRjPQQ/s320/100_6728.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;If nothing ever changed, there'd be no butterflies.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Author Unknown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SpxHZuhlRyI/AAAAAAAACZg/uXtr0WAuVC4/s1600-h/scan0007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 247px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376250562484717346" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SpxHZuhlRyI/AAAAAAAACZg/uXtr0WAuVC4/s320/scan0007.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Caterpillars are rather ugly. Our hearts can be ugly, too. Just like God changes the ugly caterpillar into a beautiful butterfly, He takes our ugly hearts and fills them with joy, peace, patience, gentleness, goodness..... Thank you, Lord!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SpxGKLrBWiI/AAAAAAAACY4/dycMpLW1ERo/s1600-h/100_6726.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376249195919399458" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SpxGKLrBWiI/AAAAAAAACY4/dycMpLW1ERo/s320/100_6726.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I didn't mean to preach to you today. These butterflies just stirred a lot of thoughts in my head. I hope there are butterflies in your world right now. Make sure to stop and enjoy their beauty.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SpxGJzonYyI/AAAAAAAACYw/VF7e6-d0BIA/s1600-h/100_6707.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376249189466858274" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SpxGJzonYyI/AAAAAAAACYw/VF7e6-d0BIA/s320/100_6707.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;{I did these things so you would realize that I am your God. But the LORD must give you a &lt;strong&gt;change of heart&lt;/strong&gt; before you truly understand what you have seen and heard. Deuteronomy 29:4}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5911343851927728176-8102868347832046992?l=vanessacovington.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanessacovington.blogspot.com/feeds/8102868347832046992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5911343851927728176&amp;postID=8102868347832046992' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911343851927728176/posts/default/8102868347832046992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911343851927728176/posts/default/8102868347832046992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanessacovington.blogspot.com/2009/08/butterfly-flitted.html' title='A Butterfly Flitted'/><author><name>Vanessa {Bloom Right Here!}</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15698226268281524753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SPEEv7k_kXI/AAAAAAAABSg/RiqHan4v5H4/S220/100_4842.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SpxGJVu9aEI/AAAAAAAACYo/LNnO08zzxh4/s72-c/100_6705.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5911343851927728176.post-720062164887318045</id><published>2009-08-22T17:14:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T19:18:08.177-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Junk Therapy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Good evening! Thank you for stopping by my blog. If you read &lt;a href="http://vanessacovington.blogspot.com/2009/08/honesty.html"&gt;this post &lt;/a&gt;you know that life has been a wee bit stressful around here. Well, late yesterday afternoon my husband finally got a phone call. He was not hired for the position he had applied for. We are very disappointed but know that He must have a reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have neglected my antique booth for the past month or so. Not knowing if you were going or staying, I just wasn't sure what to do with it. Now that I know we will be here for a while longer I really need to get it spiffed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SpByNxREZDI/AAAAAAAACYc/1QLXgwnhclE/s1600-h/100_6700.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372919936341795890" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SpByNxREZDI/AAAAAAAACYc/1QLXgwnhclE/s320/100_6700.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Junk therapy is always good for stress relief, so I headed out for a bit this morning. I was glad to find some things to put in my booth. This "Hermes Rocket" typewriter is the cutest little thing. I think if I can find a ribbon for it that it will work. Interestingly, I have a larger "Hermes" the same pretty green that I also need to sell. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SpBxUCM2HfI/AAAAAAAACX8/1nTDi1tUFhs/s1600-h/100_6694.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372918944455073266" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SpBxUCM2HfI/AAAAAAAACX8/1nTDi1tUFhs/s320/100_6694.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Last weekend at a sale I bought two jelly jars with red lids. After I got home I was wishing I would have bought all the other jars they had. There were no lids, but I thought they would make great little dessert dishes. This morning I found all of these. Same jars - just moved to a different sale than last weekend. I guess it was meant to be - especially for 10 cents each!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SpBxTkcjUQI/AAAAAAAACX0/9uvzgOSTAJc/s1600-h/100_6692.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372918936467886338" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SpBxTkcjUQI/AAAAAAAACX0/9uvzgOSTAJc/s320/100_6692.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I know, I know. I am supposed to be buying things to re-sell. So, while I love this pretty J&amp;amp;G Meakin platter, it is headed to the booth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SpBxTJWm7XI/AAAAAAAACXs/mG0hJFvAkfQ/s1600-h/100_6691.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372918929195199858" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SpBxTJWm7XI/AAAAAAAACXs/mG0hJFvAkfQ/s320/100_6691.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This little log cabin cookie jar &lt;em&gt;might&lt;/em&gt; be headed to the booth. My parents live in a log house, so maybe I should give it to them. What do you think, Mom?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SpBxS_10YHI/AAAAAAAACXk/hMLwrzZ7hMM/s1600-h/100_6690.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372918926641750130" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SpBxS_10YHI/AAAAAAAACXk/hMLwrzZ7hMM/s320/100_6690.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You really should click on this "black mammy" picture to enlarge it and see the details. It is not a painting, but actually a collage. The head wrap, dress, scarf and apron are cut out of fabric. The basket is some sort of textured material. This type of thing is pretty collectible down here in the south.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SpBv1ji4oRI/AAAAAAAACXc/YbCPwsCZ9xI/s1600-h/100_6689.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372917321318310162" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SpBv1ji4oRI/AAAAAAAACXc/YbCPwsCZ9xI/s320/100_6689.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I know I could find a place for this hooked rug footstool in my house, but I guess I should sell it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SpBv1SiS30I/AAAAAAAACXU/0n1fINepk4w/s1600-h/100_6688.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372917316752432962" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SpBv1SiS30I/AAAAAAAACXU/0n1fINepk4w/s320/100_6688.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The wooden piece is an old prayer kneeling bench. I'm not sure exactly what you call it. I thought it was unique.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SpBv0080ieI/AAAAAAAACXM/VqCkSajEy0w/s1600-h/100_6687.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372917308810627554" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SpBv0080ieI/AAAAAAAACXM/VqCkSajEy0w/s320/100_6687.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This book of "Horse Stories" was only 10 cents. It isn't in great shape, but I still liked it. It reminds me of the cowboy room my boys used to have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SpBv0SLDCbI/AAAAAAAACXE/sGYxTsn-KkQ/s1600-h/100_6686.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372917299475057074" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SpBv0SLDCbI/AAAAAAAACXE/sGYxTsn-KkQ/s320/100_6686.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SpBv0PlEroI/AAAAAAAACW8/fgjNNY0JTBs/s1600-h/100_6685.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372917298778910338" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SpBv0PlEroI/AAAAAAAACW8/fgjNNY0JTBs/s320/100_6685.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The carved owl really isn't my type of thing, but I have a couple other owl items I will group together in the booth this fall. Of course, razorback items always sell here in Arkansas. Can't say I am really a Hog fan, but lots of people are.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SpBxUcpv9NI/AAAAAAAACYE/PdElnNpFecg/s1600-h/100_6695.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372918951555626194" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SpBxUcpv9NI/AAAAAAAACYE/PdElnNpFecg/s320/100_6695.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I liked this green basket and the bottles came with it.  I want to keep the basket.  Maybe I will sell one I already have here and keep this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SpByNkGxK5I/AAAAAAAACYU/w64tK5lQc9k/s1600-h/100_6698.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372919932808932242" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SpByNkGxK5I/AAAAAAAACYU/w64tK5lQc9k/s320/100_6698.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I wish I could get this one on the right clean.  It has a "film" on it that I can't get off.  Any suggestions?  You can't see it, but it says "Union Made" on it.  The other purple bottle will be very pretty as a flower vase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SpByNO0JoII/AAAAAAAACYM/MxLgXLHgQfg/s1600-h/100_6697.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372919927093698690" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SpByNO0JoII/AAAAAAAACYM/MxLgXLHgQfg/s320/100_6697.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I am keeping this one, because our last name is Covington.  Do you suppose J.Y. was a relative?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I didn't take pictures of the very cool Lego set I found for the boys this morning.  I also found a pair of dress pants for my hubby.  That might have been the purchase I was most excited about.   He is too tall for "regular" clothes, but not &lt;em&gt;big&lt;/em&gt; enough for "big and tall" clothes.  Shopping for him is not easy.  I was very thankful to find the like-new pants today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It is time for me to put Sweet Girl to bed.  Then I need to take clothes off the line and make some banana bread with the "marked-down" bananas I bought yesterday.  Yum!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;{She knows when to buy or sell, and she stays busy until late at night. Proverbs 31:18}&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5911343851927728176-720062164887318045?l=vanessacovington.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanessacovington.blogspot.com/feeds/720062164887318045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5911343851927728176&amp;postID=720062164887318045' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911343851927728176/posts/default/720062164887318045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911343851927728176/posts/default/720062164887318045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanessacovington.blogspot.com/2009/08/junk-therapy.html' title='Junk Therapy'/><author><name>Vanessa {Bloom Right Here!}</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15698226268281524753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SPEEv7k_kXI/AAAAAAAABSg/RiqHan4v5H4/S220/100_4842.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SpByNxREZDI/AAAAAAAACYc/1QLXgwnhclE/s72-c/100_6700.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5911343851927728176.post-8992582935057076062</id><published>2009-08-20T08:36:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T09:39:42.941-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday, Boy #1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yes, it has been a busy week at our house.  Sweet Girl's birthday was Monday, school started yesterday and today......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/So1YiQLLeLI/AAAAAAAACWk/KSq87yPLQhk/s1600-h/scan0002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 290px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372047276003522738" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/So1YiQLLeLI/AAAAAAAACWk/KSq87yPLQhk/s320/scan0002.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ....this little guy turned 12!  My sweet baby boy was born in Dickinson, ND.  His doctor was known as the "Racing Stork" because he drove racecars as a hobby.  In fact, while he was waiting for my labor to progress he left to go work on his race car.  He was just happy that I didn't go into labor on the weekend while he was actually out on the track.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/So1YioVDA9I/AAAAAAAACWs/sUZ5UH4rnSA/s1600-h/scan0003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 211px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372047282487362514" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/So1YioVDA9I/AAAAAAAACWs/sUZ5UH4rnSA/s320/scan0003.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Oh, how my boy loved Veggie Tales when he was little!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/So1YjNvAWHI/AAAAAAAACW0/npiwYJaMXfw/s1600-h/scan0004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372047292528351346" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/So1YjNvAWHI/AAAAAAAACW0/npiwYJaMXfw/s320/scan0004.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He would work for hours helping Grandpa do chuckwagon cooking.  He still would if we lived nearby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/So1YiKCO_FI/AAAAAAAACWc/SWw1K-n3Vwg/s1600-h/scan0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 206px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372047274355391570" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/So1YiKCO_FI/AAAAAAAACWc/SWw1K-n3Vwg/s320/scan0001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Such a goofball with all his silly expressions!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/So1U7mXJHRI/AAAAAAAACWU/XyDcETpBcNo/s1600-h/100_1139.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/So1U7E5ZsVI/AAAAAAAACWM/D7WpFv7fiwU/s1600-h/100_6678.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372043304426385746" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/So1U7E5ZsVI/AAAAAAAACWM/D7WpFv7fiwU/s320/100_6678.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Now that he is 12 I guess he is too cool to smile for the camera.  My little baby is now taller than me (I know, I know - that isn't saying much). He loves to fish. He is intrigued by weather and storms.  He will start jr. high football as soon as his arm is completely healed.  I am very proud of the young man he is becoming.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Happy Birthday, Boy #1!  I love you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;{Then, gathering the children up in his arms, he laid his hands of blessing on them. Mark 10:13}&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5911343851927728176-8992582935057076062?l=vanessacovington.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanessacovington.blogspot.com/feeds/8992582935057076062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5911343851927728176&amp;postID=8992582935057076062' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911343851927728176/posts/default/8992582935057076062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911343851927728176/posts/default/8992582935057076062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanessacovington.blogspot.com/2009/08/happy-birthday-boy-1.html' title='Happy Birthday, Boy #1'/><author><name>Vanessa {Bloom Right Here!}</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15698226268281524753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SPEEv7k_kXI/AAAAAAAABSg/RiqHan4v5H4/S220/100_4842.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/So1YiQLLeLI/AAAAAAAACWk/KSq87yPLQhk/s72-c/scan0002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5911343851927728176.post-5455865817737620899</id><published>2009-08-17T07:43:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T08:51:23.916-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday, Sweet Girl!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370915626574766530" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SolTTliVYcI/AAAAAAAACVs/-zpmKsXg8IU/s320/babymartilee.jpg" /&gt; This sweet baby girl is 7 today. My baby is 7. Is that possible?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SolTSyxZqUI/AAAAAAAACVc/bkvf5lUa8o4/s1600-h/+31.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 209px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370915612947753282" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SolTSyxZqUI/AAAAAAAACVc/bkvf5lUa8o4/s320/+31.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Love that smile! I wish we could go back to Kansas and have &lt;a href="http://www.eandjphotos.com/"&gt;this amazing photographer &lt;/a&gt;take some pictures again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SolTTAJrxTI/AAAAAAAACVk/5FlZxobcKsw/s1600-h/Martilee.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370915616539264306" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SolTTAJrxTI/AAAAAAAACVk/5FlZxobcKsw/s320/Martilee.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Love that attitude! She needs that spunk with all she goes through with Rett Syndrome.  You can find out more about Rett &lt;a href="http://girlpower2cure.org/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://rettsyndrome.org/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SolXHtK4u9I/AAAAAAAACWE/nnPvkRDyQlk/s1600-h/100_1721.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 301px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370919820511984594" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SolXHtK4u9I/AAAAAAAACWE/nnPvkRDyQlk/s320/100_1721.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She may be nonverbal, but she still has a lot to say.  This picture is from her &lt;a href="http://vanessacovington.blogspot.com/2007/08/tea-party-pictures.html"&gt;5th Birthday Tea Party&lt;/a&gt;.  Sorry for all the links, but I would also like to share &lt;a href="http://vanessacovington.blogspot.com/2007/07/tea-party-dreams.html"&gt;Tea Party Dreams&lt;/a&gt; just in case you haven't read our story before. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SolTUQFK_LI/AAAAAAAACV8/vECqHYUzSuk/s1600-h/100_6538.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370915637995175090" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SolTUQFK_LI/AAAAAAAACV8/vECqHYUzSuk/s320/100_6538.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She is such a beautiful girl and we love her so much.  I thank God for blessing us with this precious daughter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Happy Birthday, Sweet Girl!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;{Jesus said, "Let the little children come to me, and do not hinder them, for the kingdom of heaven belongs to such as these."  Matthew 19:14}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5911343851927728176-5455865817737620899?l=vanessacovington.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanessacovington.blogspot.com/feeds/5455865817737620899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5911343851927728176&amp;postID=5455865817737620899' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911343851927728176/posts/default/5455865817737620899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911343851927728176/posts/default/5455865817737620899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanessacovington.blogspot.com/2009/08/happy-birthday-sweet-girl.html' title='Happy Birthday, Sweet Girl!'/><author><name>Vanessa {Bloom Right Here!}</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15698226268281524753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SPEEv7k_kXI/AAAAAAAABSg/RiqHan4v5H4/S220/100_4842.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SolTTliVYcI/AAAAAAAACVs/-zpmKsXg8IU/s72-c/babymartilee.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5911343851927728176.post-7370043409954236247</id><published>2009-08-10T08:11:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T08:53:50.091-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank you, friends!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Oh, my!  I want you all to know how much your sweet comments on my last post mean to me.  I am so thankful to have so many friends and family praying for me.  You have touched my heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SoAd5w5gIdI/AAAAAAAACVU/hJRHe2LhXIE/s1600-h/100_6659.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368323634041463250" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SoAd5w5gIdI/AAAAAAAACVU/hJRHe2LhXIE/s320/100_6659.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Overall, we had a pretty relaxing weekend.  Although we probably should have stayed home and got some projects done around the house, we decided to get away instead.  Well, actually Friday was a visit to the children's hospital to get a short cast put on my son's arm.  Two more weeks and he should be cast-free!  We then did a little shopping - if you can call it that.  I spent less than $20 in Target and $8 of that was laundry detergent.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The 8  year old always wants to go to Toys 'R Us when he sees one.  I think he has been inside one only two or three times.  Since we were going right by we decided to stop.  His eyes got big as we pulled into the parking lot.  Do you know what the great part is?  He was perfectly content to just look - mostly at the legos.  He never once asked to buy anything and as we were leaving he said, "Thank you, mommy, for letting me go to Toys 'R Us."  When we got home it was right back to his huge tub of legos that I bought from the thrift store for $2!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;On Saturday the 11 year old went on a youth group trip and we took the other two down to Shreveport to &lt;a href="http://www.sciport.org/"&gt;Sciport&lt;/a&gt;.  Again, we rarely do anything like this and it was a lot of fun.  Before heading out of town I ran into a huge Hobby Lobby and spent - are you ready for this? - $3.13!  I bought one thing and used a 40% off coupon.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Well, I was going to make this a quick, short post.  I am not doing a very good job.  It feels good to blog again.  Back to the subject of friends again.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Several weeks ago I was at a garage sale and some children's books caught my eye (as they usually do).  Rummaging through them, I could hardly contain my excitement when I saw this one......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SoAd5aL-2GI/AAAAAAAACVM/w2xg6ztpQus/s1600-h/100_6607.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368323627944958050" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SoAd5aL-2GI/AAAAAAAACVM/w2xg6ztpQus/s320/100_6607.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A book about me!  Seriously, it could have been my story.  Published in 1979 (when I was 6), it is about a little mouse who is very shy and doesn't have any friends.  Her mother keeps encouraging her and she eventually makes friends.  So sweet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SoAd5Em2jDI/AAAAAAAACVE/OKpJxtb-lNU/s1600-h/100_6608.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368323622152080434" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SoAd5Em2jDI/AAAAAAAACVE/OKpJxtb-lNU/s320/100_6608.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "A friend is fun to have," said Vanessa.  "Especially an everyday, sit-by-the-fire-and-talk friend."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;So true.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;{The sweet smell of incense can make you feel good, but true &lt;strong&gt;friendship&lt;/strong&gt; is better still. Proverbs 27:9}&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5911343851927728176-7370043409954236247?l=vanessacovington.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanessacovington.blogspot.com/feeds/7370043409954236247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5911343851927728176&amp;postID=7370043409954236247' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911343851927728176/posts/default/7370043409954236247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911343851927728176/posts/default/7370043409954236247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanessacovington.blogspot.com/2009/08/thank-you-friends.html' title='Thank you, friends!'/><author><name>Vanessa {Bloom Right Here!}</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15698226268281524753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SPEEv7k_kXI/AAAAAAAABSg/RiqHan4v5H4/S220/100_4842.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SoAd5w5gIdI/AAAAAAAACVU/hJRHe2LhXIE/s72-c/100_6659.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5911343851927728176.post-7427717947736583347</id><published>2009-08-06T19:37:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T20:28:26.540-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Honesty</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This is strange. It has been so long since I have blogged that I don't even know where to begin. I guess I will just jump right in and be honest. I haven't blogged because I didn't feel like I had anything to share. Creative projects? Not really. Pretty photos? Nope. Exciting news? I wish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Avoiding my blog has been easier than trying to sugar coat things. Then I read &lt;a href="http://miastoriadivita.blogspot.com/2009/08/honest-living.html"&gt;this post &lt;/a&gt;by Jerusalem and it made me realize that it was okay to share the not so pretty things of my life. We don't all live in a perfect little blog world. Why make everyone think we do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, life has been rough. My hubby had an unwanted and unexpected job change. Along with that came a significant pay cut. Thankfully he still has a job. Unfortunately, because of the pay cut we had to put our house on the market. That makes me sad. And stressed. I have to have it ready to show at a moment's notice. I am not good at that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/Snt5cuBXpgI/AAAAAAAACUk/0HJLpRzC99I/s1600-h/100_6624.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367016915239151106" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/Snt5cuBXpgI/AAAAAAAACUk/0HJLpRzC99I/s320/100_6624.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I guess I haven't been able to spend much time on my porch anyway. My favorite part of the house has been neglected all summer. Sweet Girl is still having a lot of vomiting issues in the night and early in the morning. I love to drink my first cup of coffee of the morning on the porch. Instead I have had to stay inside watching/listening for Sweet Girl's gagging. Just being honest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/Snt5dAniQyI/AAAAAAAACU0/TEBNBr7n9RM/s1600-h/100_6567.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367016920231068450" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/Snt5dAniQyI/AAAAAAAACU0/TEBNBr7n9RM/s320/100_6567.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Then there is this. The 11 year old (yikes - 12 in just two weeks!) had a bike wreck and broke his arm four weeks ago. We take him back to Arkansas Children's Hospital tomorrow and they should be able to replace this cast with a short one. He will have that for a couple of weeks. Fun stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Back to hubby's job situation. He immediately began looking for a new job and only found one to apply for. Others were not really in his field and/or in really undesirable locations. The good news? The job he did apply for is three hours from my family and five from his. It has been a prayer of ours to be able to get closer to family. So....they flew him up for an interview. We waited. Finally we heard that they had narrowed it down to two and he was one of them. They decided to make more reference calls. We waited. We are still waiting. Each day, each hour, passes with the hope of a phone call. Today they said hopefully by next week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;School will be starting soon and I don't even know where we will be living. All of life seems to be on hold. Hubby and I are exhausted due to the job stress and the lack of sleep with Sweet Girl. We are praying...a lot. And trying not to get discouraged. It is hard. Very hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SnuAu91KtMI/AAAAAAAACU8/Gb9EGY2DGBs/s1600-h/100_6627.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367024925301978306" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SnuAu91KtMI/AAAAAAAACU8/Gb9EGY2DGBs/s320/100_6627.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I am still trying to "bloom right here" but, honestly, I'm not doing a very good job.  That is the honest truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;{Celebrate God. Sing together—everyone! All you &lt;strong&gt;honest&lt;/strong&gt; hearts, raise the roof!  Psalm 32:11}&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5911343851927728176-7427717947736583347?l=vanessacovington.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanessacovington.blogspot.com/feeds/7427717947736583347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5911343851927728176&amp;postID=7427717947736583347' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911343851927728176/posts/default/7427717947736583347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911343851927728176/posts/default/7427717947736583347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanessacovington.blogspot.com/2009/08/honesty.html' title='Honesty'/><author><name>Vanessa {Bloom Right Here!}</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15698226268281524753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SPEEv7k_kXI/AAAAAAAABSg/RiqHan4v5H4/S220/100_4842.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/Snt5cuBXpgI/AAAAAAAACUk/0HJLpRzC99I/s72-c/100_6624.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5911343851927728176.post-7059296000204877456</id><published>2009-07-20T07:41:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T08:22:18.780-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lessons From the Garden</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I've got to be honest with you.  Last week was a rough one for me.  Lots going on around me, in my head, etc.  Some of the most peaceful moments I had were when I was tending to my friends' garden while they were on vacation.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SmRnxsDrfCI/AAAAAAAACUY/tOlV2qjm2BU/s1600-h/100_6556.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360523559815576610" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SmRnxsDrfCI/AAAAAAAACUY/tOlV2qjm2BU/s320/100_6556.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It was HOT!  But while I picked this wonderful produce, with sweat dripping off of me, I was thankful for God's blessings.  I have never had a garden of my own.  This is my friends' first garden and they have done an amazing job.  God has done an even more amazing job!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I would love to say that I have some profound thoughts on all of this.  I really don't.  However, a few days ago I read &lt;a href="http://joskitchentable.blogspot.com/2009/07/lessons-from-garden.html"&gt;this beautiful post &lt;/a&gt;and wanted to share it with you.  So, please go have a seat at &lt;a href="http://joskitchentable.blogspot.com/2009/07/lessons-from-garden.html"&gt;Jo's Kitchen Table &lt;/a&gt;and enjoy her words of wisdom.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;{The LORD will always guide you and provide good things to eat when you are in the desert. He will make you healthy. You will be like a &lt;strong&gt;garden&lt;/strong&gt; that has plenty of water or like a stream that never runs dry.  Is. 58:11}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5911343851927728176-7059296000204877456?l=vanessacovington.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanessacovington.blogspot.com/feeds/7059296000204877456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5911343851927728176&amp;postID=7059296000204877456' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911343851927728176/posts/default/7059296000204877456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911343851927728176/posts/default/7059296000204877456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanessacovington.blogspot.com/2009/07/lessons-from-garden.html' title='Lessons From the Garden'/><author><name>Vanessa {Bloom Right Here!}</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15698226268281524753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SPEEv7k_kXI/AAAAAAAABSg/RiqHan4v5H4/S220/100_4842.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SmRnxsDrfCI/AAAAAAAACUY/tOlV2qjm2BU/s72-c/100_6556.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5911343851927728176.post-1083460700385861031</id><published>2009-07-14T19:46:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T20:02:06.129-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/Sl0o5erDNBI/AAAAAAAACUQ/z4mABHshGyQ/s1600-h/100_6563.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358484099592041490" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/Sl0o5erDNBI/AAAAAAAACUQ/z4mABHshGyQ/s320/100_6563.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sorry to leave you hanging. It may still be a few days until I can get a "real" post done. Just a lot going on these days. Please keep checking back. Maybe I will have something exciting to blog about again someday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;{"but those who hope in the LORD will renew their strength. They will soar on wings &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;like eagles; they will run and not grow weary, they will walk and not be faint." Is. 40:31}&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5911343851927728176-1083460700385861031?l=vanessacovington.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanessacovington.blogspot.com/feeds/1083460700385861031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5911343851927728176&amp;postID=1083460700385861031' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911343851927728176/posts/default/1083460700385861031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911343851927728176/posts/default/1083460700385861031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanessacovington.blogspot.com/2009/07/sorry-to-leave-you-hanging.html' title=''/><author><name>Vanessa {Bloom Right Here!}</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15698226268281524753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SPEEv7k_kXI/AAAAAAAABSg/RiqHan4v5H4/S220/100_4842.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/Sl0o5erDNBI/AAAAAAAACUQ/z4mABHshGyQ/s72-c/100_6563.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5911343851927728176.post-6656313046136257820</id><published>2009-07-07T07:27:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T08:33:10.095-05:00</updated><title type='text'>To Buy or Not To Buy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I have a question for you. If you saw this quilt neatly folded with a $3 price tag on it, would you buy it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SlNEF-QT-EI/AAAAAAAACUI/zo27s5oUI2o/s1600-h/100_6521.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 298px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355699251275102274" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SlNEF-QT-EI/AAAAAAAACUI/zo27s5oUI2o/s320/100_6521.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Maybe. Maybe not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, what if you unfolded it and saw this on the other side?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SlNDsFzFqwI/AAAAAAAACUA/4tT3Gtr-Hjo/s1600-h/100_6522.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355698806623415042" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SlNDsFzFqwI/AAAAAAAACUA/4tT3Gtr-Hjo/s320/100_6522.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yeah. That's what I thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SlNDrq_XB2I/AAAAAAAACT4/O-ShaQ_0V_k/s1600-h/100_6523.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355698799427127138" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SlNDrq_XB2I/AAAAAAAACT4/O-ShaQ_0V_k/s320/100_6523.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; As far as intricate design goes, this quilt doesn't have it. What it does have is absolutely gorgeous fabric. Can someone tell me what era this is from? I really don't know.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;When I bought it I told myself I could make some money on it. It is worth a lot more than $3. But by the time I got home I had convinced myself to keep it. It is beautiful and worn to a wonderful softness.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I haven't been doing a lot of "junking" lately. With three kids home for the summer it is hard to get to the thrift stores. I'm also trying not to spend extra money on anything. I did have a really good month in my antique booth, so I felt okay about hitting a couple of garage sales last weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SlNDrNH5vBI/AAAAAAAACTw/F05B1ALGZY8/s1600-h/100_6525.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355698791409892370" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SlNDrNH5vBI/AAAAAAAACTw/F05B1ALGZY8/s320/100_6525.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I found this feed sack....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SlNDq8RIUQI/AAAAAAAACTo/e2CBMni8pGE/s1600-h/100_6524.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355698786885193986" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SlNDq8RIUQI/AAAAAAAACTo/e2CBMni8pGE/s320/100_6524.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ....and this one. They might end up in my booth, but I really like them, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SlNDqvb154I/AAAAAAAACTg/PdUILBx_1RU/s1600-h/100_6516.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355698783440463746" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SlNDqvb154I/AAAAAAAACTg/PdUILBx_1RU/s320/100_6516.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here are a few more goodies. Several months ago I found some old jigsaw puzzles. Last week I found a couple more. They are now in my booth along with those red bowls. The jar is for my collection and the child-size wooden shoe form became party of my living room decor. If you enlarge the pictures you can see a little box in the bowl. It is "1 Triangular Bandage" still folded up in the box. I did a little search and found that it &lt;a href="http://home.att.net/~steinert/acloser.htm"&gt;WW2 medics &lt;/a&gt;carried these in their bags. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Time to get off the computer. I am trying to get this house all in order. If I didn't have to do laundry, cook, make important phone calls, etc. maybe I could get the really deep cleaning and organizing done. Unfortunately, the day-to-day things still have to be done. I better get busy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;{She knows when to buy or sell, and she stays busy until late at night. Proverbs 31:18}&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5911343851927728176-6656313046136257820?l=vanessacovington.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanessacovington.blogspot.com/feeds/6656313046136257820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5911343851927728176&amp;postID=6656313046136257820' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911343851927728176/posts/default/6656313046136257820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911343851927728176/posts/default/6656313046136257820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanessacovington.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-have-question-for-you.html' title='To Buy or Not To Buy'/><author><name>Vanessa {Bloom Right Here!}</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15698226268281524753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SPEEv7k_kXI/AAAAAAAABSg/RiqHan4v5H4/S220/100_4842.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SlNEF-QT-EI/AAAAAAAACUI/zo27s5oUI2o/s72-c/100_6521.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5911343851927728176.post-2914568441851765757</id><published>2009-07-01T19:38:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T21:25:12.718-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Studio Envy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I often read blogs and magazines where wonderfully creative gals show glimpses of their "studios".  I see the incredible rooms; beautifully organized spaces where all kinds of creative goodness happens.  I just sigh and think, "Someday....."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;In our previous home I had most of my "craft" supplies in my corner cabinet in my dining room.  The dining room table was my work surface.  Not the greatest when I was in the middle of a project at dinner time.  When we moved here I decided to claim the pantry as my "craft closet."  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353660941032015298" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SkwGQs4YxcI/AAAAAAAACTI/4Gt8ZG5_ek8/s320/100_6477.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The wire shelves were already in place.  I added a plastic shelving unit to one end.  My red table that I shared last week sits just outside the door.  It is not exactly the ideal creative space, but it is certainly a step up from the dining room.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I haven't done a great job of keeping this space organized.  A couple weeks ago I worked really hard to get everything (well, most everything) in its place.  Tonight I just thought I would show you some glimpses of what it looks like.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353660953348950018" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SkwGRaw-SAI/AAAAAAAACTY/aKZJrNleKN4/s320/100_5550.jpg" /&gt;A basket and a cigar box holds my lace and trims.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SkwGRDsFNcI/AAAAAAAACTQ/lJ3Mmez75Yw/s1600-h/100_5545.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353660947154417090" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SkwGRDsFNcI/AAAAAAAACTQ/lJ3Mmez75Yw/s320/100_5545.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Another basket holds BINGO cards, flashcards, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SkwGQRLUDkI/AAAAAAAACTA/SFsrYjTZNqg/s1600-h/100_6478.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353660933595205186" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SkwGQRLUDkI/AAAAAAAACTA/SFsrYjTZNqg/s320/100_6478.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jars contain ribbon, embroidery floss, scrabble tiles, game pieces.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SkwDeSxOG8I/AAAAAAAACSw/CzQk72q3fdY/s1600-h/100_6464.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353657876005919682" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SkwDeSxOG8I/AAAAAAAACSw/CzQk72q3fdY/s320/100_6464.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This old fridge drawer came from a tag sale and I think I paid 50 cents for it.  I just loved the color.  Right now it is holding bits and pieces that I wasn't sure what to do with yet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353657847821954178" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SkwDcpxo7II/AAAAAAAACSQ/lgFNu_3UXbM/s320/100_5520.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My rick rack and seam binding is organized in this enamel fridge drawer.  I like using "junk" containers to stash all my goodies. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353657867282464786" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SkwDdyRYwBI/AAAAAAAACSo/W4WkCvBYHQU/s320/100_6462.jpg" /&gt;Above the plastic shelving unit I put this shower curtain bar between the two walls.  I then tied pieces of ribbon with "s" hooks to hold little buckets.  I know none of this matches, but it works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SkwDdj9OTRI/AAAAAAAACSg/lYYJlKEbHEg/s1600-h/100_6460.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353657863439797522" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SkwDdj9OTRI/AAAAAAAACSg/lYYJlKEbHEg/s320/100_6460.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Empty cans with fun graphics hold pencils, markers, scissors, etc.  The card file little tools on one side and alphabets/numbers on the other side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SkwDdFw04HI/AAAAAAAACSY/xDLr3Lccxqs/s1600-h/100_6459.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353657855334735986" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SkwDdFw04HI/AAAAAAAACSY/xDLr3Lccxqs/s320/100_6459.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This wire freezer basket works great for my vintage sewing patterns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think my pantry will be showing up in any magazines and I'm pretty sure this is the only blog you will see it on.  That is okay.  It works for me.  Someday I may have an entire room all to myself, but for now I will be content with this little space.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Before I forget, a few people asked me where I got the colored clothespins in my last post.  Well, a couple months ago I bought a vintage clothespin bag for $2 at a tag sale.  The clothespins were in the bag.  There are two different styles - one a bit sturdier than the other.  I wasn't going to use them and then decided they would make my laundry cheerier (is that a word?).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, this post has taken me way too long to finish.  I have got to get off this computer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;{Seraiah was the father of Joab, who settled a place called "Valley of &lt;strong&gt;Crafts&lt;/strong&gt;" because the people who lived there were experts in making things.  I Chronicles 4:14}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5911343851927728176-2914568441851765757?l=vanessacovington.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanessacovington.blogspot.com/feeds/2914568441851765757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5911343851927728176&amp;postID=2914568441851765757' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911343851927728176/posts/default/2914568441851765757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911343851927728176/posts/default/2914568441851765757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanessacovington.blogspot.com/2009/07/studio-envy.html' title='Studio Envy'/><author><name>Vanessa {Bloom Right Here!}</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15698226268281524753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SPEEv7k_kXI/AAAAAAAABSg/RiqHan4v5H4/S220/100_4842.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SkwGQs4YxcI/AAAAAAAACTI/4Gt8ZG5_ek8/s72-c/100_6477.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5911343851927728176.post-8301335824467332909</id><published>2009-06-25T21:14:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T21:30:29.335-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Daze</title><content type='html'>It is hot.  And humid.  So humid that you can &lt;em&gt;see&lt;/em&gt; it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SkQvzcknXZI/AAAAAAAACSE/ODdNhBTfvPg/s1600-h/100_6486.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351454818112593298" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SkQvzcknXZI/AAAAAAAACSE/ODdNhBTfvPg/s320/100_6486.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I really don't have anything to post tonight.  But I wanted to post anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SkQvy4JttSI/AAAAAAAACR8/JvL4M4AfQPA/s1600-h/100_6487.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351454808336086306" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SkQvy4JttSI/AAAAAAAACR8/JvL4M4AfQPA/s320/100_6487.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I've only used my dryer a couple times in the last month.  I love my clothesline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SkQvy6fThoI/AAAAAAAACR0/vEK_wlDDV04/s1600-h/100_6485.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351454808963516034" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SkQvy6fThoI/AAAAAAAACR0/vEK_wlDDV04/s320/100_6485.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I think my favorite skirt loves it, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How is that for the worst post ever?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;{Generous in love—God, give grace! Huge in mercy—wipe out my bad record. Scrub away my guilt, soak out my sins in your laundry.  Psalm 51:1}&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5911343851927728176-8301335824467332909?l=vanessacovington.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanessacovington.blogspot.com/feeds/8301335824467332909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5911343851927728176&amp;postID=8301335824467332909' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911343851927728176/posts/default/8301335824467332909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911343851927728176/posts/default/8301335824467332909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanessacovington.blogspot.com/2009/06/summer-daze.html' title='Summer Daze'/><author><name>Vanessa {Bloom Right Here!}</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15698226268281524753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SPEEv7k_kXI/AAAAAAAABSg/RiqHan4v5H4/S220/100_4842.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SkQvzcknXZI/AAAAAAAACSE/ODdNhBTfvPg/s72-c/100_6486.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5911343851927728176.post-8713295707612518558</id><published>2009-06-20T20:06:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T21:09:06.202-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Red Table</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I haven't been very creative lately.  Couldn't even think of a creative title for this post.  Things are a bit stressful around here and probably will be for awhile.  Sorry I can't go in to details.  Just keep our family in your prayers.  Thanks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Now on to the red table.  About a month ago I spotted a fabulous red table at a garage sale.  It was priced right, but I didn't buy it.  As I was driving home I kept thinking about it.  When I got home and told my hubby about it he told me to measure to see if it would fit the spot I had in mind for it.  Then I went back and bought it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/Sj2KaGbI6TI/AAAAAAAACRs/26iJJJNuIxs/s1600-h/100_6472.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 241px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349584113391692082" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/Sj2KaGbI6TI/AAAAAAAACRs/26iJJJNuIxs/s320/100_6472.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It is my new craft table.  (Just thought I would keep things real and take the picture "as is".)  Isn't it a great table?  I like to stand up when I am crafting and this table is just about waist-high.  Perfect!  It also has casters so it is easy to move around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/Sj2KZjMQdhI/AAAAAAAACRk/0D_vwflK_-E/s1600-h/100_6456.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349584103934031378" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/Sj2KZjMQdhI/AAAAAAAACRk/0D_vwflK_-E/s320/100_6456.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It is handmade and I think it was probably in a man's workshop.  The top has some spots, stuck-on glue, etc. but I decided to just leave it for now.  After all, I am certainly not going to go easy on it.  If it had a perfect finish I would always be worried about ruining it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/Sj2KZVR8jqI/AAAAAAAACRc/ZeNKJJoRBf0/s1600-h/100_6470.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349584100199796386" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/Sj2KZVR8jqI/AAAAAAAACRc/ZeNKJJoRBf0/s320/100_6470.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My favorite part is the shelf.  So nice for keeping things handy that I use often. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/Sj2KZFb2hWI/AAAAAAAACRU/_woF6OzjwFo/s1600-h/100_6471.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349584095946376546" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/Sj2KZFb2hWI/AAAAAAAACRU/_woF6OzjwFo/s320/100_6471.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This red table just makes me happy!  Do you have a favorite piece of furniture that makes you happy?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm tired tonight and all the sudden my mind is blank.  I guess that is all I have to say.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;{"Once again I'll go over what God has done, lay out on the &lt;strong&gt;table&lt;/strong&gt; the ancient wonders;  I'll ponder all the things you've accomplished, and give a long, loving look at your acts."  Pslam 77:11}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5911343851927728176-8713295707612518558?l=vanessacovington.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanessacovington.blogspot.com/feeds/8713295707612518558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5911343851927728176&amp;postID=8713295707612518558' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911343851927728176/posts/default/8713295707612518558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911343851927728176/posts/default/8713295707612518558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanessacovington.blogspot.com/2009/06/red-table.html' title='The Red Table'/><author><name>Vanessa {Bloom Right Here!}</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15698226268281524753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SPEEv7k_kXI/AAAAAAAABSg/RiqHan4v5H4/S220/100_4842.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/Sj2KaGbI6TI/AAAAAAAACRs/26iJJJNuIxs/s72-c/100_6472.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5911343851927728176.post-7204156525793506237</id><published>2009-06-15T19:05:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T19:43:25.249-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Family</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We drove to Missouri this past weekend for a family reunion. My mom's family is wonderful! There were 43 adults and 42 children from at least eight different states. We laughed. We sang. We worshipped. We cried. One of my favorite parts of the reunion is when we sing around the campfire. There are some gifted musicians in this family (although I am not one of them). On Saturday evening we were singing praises and a lady camping nearby stopped to listen. She told my aunt that we sounded like a choir. I truly hope that our singing was a blessing to other campers in the area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SjbildBAxiI/AAAAAAAACRM/wlle4FsAD5U/s1600-h/scan0002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347710740620953122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 206px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SjbildBAxiI/AAAAAAAACRM/wlle4FsAD5U/s320/scan0002.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My SIL, one of my cousins and I snuck away for a bit and went to an antique mall. It was fun to look, but we didn't buy much. My big purchase was this pretty postcard. I like the sweet little cottage and I love the verse.  It is so fitting for my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SjbikyNgPgI/AAAAAAAACQ8/3bGvQpems-A/s1600-h/100_6408.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347710729130622466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SjbikyNgPgI/AAAAAAAACQ8/3bGvQpems-A/s320/100_6408.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I was inspired by the work over at &lt;a href="http://thingswithwingsartjournal.blogspot.com/"&gt;Things With Wings &lt;/a&gt;and decided to make this collage for a give away at the reunion.  The quote says, "May the roots of our family tree grow deep and strong."  The hymn is "Beautiful River" (Shall we gather at the river) and was one of my Grandma's favorites.  We sang it at the cemetery as we said our final goodbyes last year.  My aunt who organized the reunion got to take this home with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SjbilQ5MerI/AAAAAAAACRE/zkSKDi2HVNg/s1600-h/100_6411.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347710737366940338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SjbilQ5MerI/AAAAAAAACRE/zkSKDi2HVNg/s320/100_6411.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This doesn't really have anything to do with the reunion.  It is a birthday card I made for my niece's 15th birthday.  I guess I did give it to her at the reunion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We arrived home about 11:00 last night.  The first thing I noticed was how tall the grass was.  It looked like we had been gone for over a week.  It is 94° and my poor hubby is out mowing it right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you all had a great weekend and are off to a good start with the week.  I've got to get off the computer and get my Sweet Girl in bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;{The Lord will give grace and glory:  No good thing will He withhold from them that walk uprightly.  Psalm 84:11}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5911343851927728176-7204156525793506237?l=vanessacovington.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanessacovington.blogspot.com/feeds/7204156525793506237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5911343851927728176&amp;postID=7204156525793506237' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911343851927728176/posts/default/7204156525793506237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911343851927728176/posts/default/7204156525793506237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanessacovington.blogspot.com/2009/06/family.html' title='Family'/><author><name>Vanessa {Bloom Right Here!}</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15698226268281524753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SPEEv7k_kXI/AAAAAAAABSg/RiqHan4v5H4/S220/100_4842.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SjbildBAxiI/AAAAAAAACRM/wlle4FsAD5U/s72-c/scan0002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5911343851927728176.post-5539886556916521568</id><published>2009-06-08T21:20:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T21:28:01.140-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>To Pluto and Back</title><content type='html'>It was kind of a rough afternoon.  And then I got this....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/Si3HsNvDKAI/AAAAAAAACQM/r4QhtLuFgXg/s1600-h/scan0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345147895173818370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 280px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/Si3HsNvDKAI/AAAAAAAACQM/r4QhtLuFgXg/s400/scan0001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Enough said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;{Blessed is he whose transgressions are forgiven, whose sins are covered.  Psalm 32:1}&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5911343851927728176-5539886556916521568?l=vanessacovington.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanessacovington.blogspot.com/feeds/5539886556916521568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5911343851927728176&amp;postID=5539886556916521568' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911343851927728176/posts/default/5539886556916521568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911343851927728176/posts/default/5539886556916521568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanessacovington.blogspot.com/2009/06/to-pluto-and-back.html' title='To Pluto and Back'/><author><name>Vanessa {Bloom Right Here!}</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15698226268281524753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SPEEv7k_kXI/AAAAAAAABSg/RiqHan4v5H4/S220/100_4842.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/Si3HsNvDKAI/AAAAAAAACQM/r4QhtLuFgXg/s72-c/scan0001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5911343851927728176.post-3361886857373594984</id><published>2009-06-03T13:38:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T14:52:13.218-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Peaceful Vignette</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Good afternoon! I have been struggling with finding something to blog about. It is not that I have just been sitting around twiddling my thumbs. But certainly you don't want to read about sunburns, kids who won't sleep in, my never-ending "to do" list......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I believe I will share with you a peaceful little vignette. Welcome to my master bathroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SibFUVV82OI/AAAAAAAACP0/-p78_xv98JQ/s1600-h/100_6370.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343174961038940386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SibFUVV82OI/AAAAAAAACP0/-p78_xv98JQ/s320/100_6370.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It is so enjoyable to find things here and there that just seem to go together. It is even more enjoyable when very little money is spent. The little $5 table spent some time in the living room, but recently moved to the bathroom. I bought the mirror at an estate sale a couple months ago for $2. The empty frame was $1 or maybe $2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SibFUEL12xI/AAAAAAAACPs/fiL9Ho6UUVk/s1600-h/100_6358.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343174956433136402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SibFUEL12xI/AAAAAAAACPs/fiL9Ho6UUVk/s320/100_6358.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Do you know what this chippy white metal piece used to be? It was a light fixture from the porch of our very first home that we owned; a nice reminder of our beautiful old house in Kansas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SibFT72VeWI/AAAAAAAACPk/g59CVzPZkco/s1600-h/100_6355.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343174954195450210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SibFT72VeWI/AAAAAAAACPk/g59CVzPZkco/s320/100_6355.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; For a $1.50 I definitely couldn't pass up this little silver loving cup. Now, &lt;a href="http://www.giannarose.com/grastore.cfm?View=product&amp;amp;category=Eggs&amp;amp;do=list"&gt;go here &lt;/a&gt;to see the pretty egg soap. Make sure to look at the prices. These eggs are beautiful, but I could never pay that much for soap.  Instead, I found a bag of these (six eggs) at an estate sale for $1.  Honestly, I kind of felt guilty for buying pretty soap.  That's usually not my thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343186451115993682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 253px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SibPxJNy6lI/AAAAAAAACQE/eaNKBhRF7Z4/s320/scan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But, look!  Even the tag and ribbon are pretty!  And now that I know how much they &lt;em&gt;really &lt;/em&gt;cost I don't feel so bad.  In fact, I love them even more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SibFTjiCW6I/AAAAAAAACPc/wGzLLObSN3I/s1600-h/100_6357.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343174947667860386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SibFTjiCW6I/AAAAAAAACPc/wGzLLObSN3I/s320/100_6357.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I could have used the other three egg soaps here, but I wanted something different.  The little polka dot saucer is by Homer Laughlin.  Again, I think I paid $1.  I would love to find more dishes in this pattern.  The thread spools are from my stash and the "cloche" was 39 cents at the thrift store. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Pretty and peaceful.  And cheap!  Do you have a favorite vignette in your home right now?  I would love for you to leave me a comment about it (and a link to it).  I love the inspiration I get from fellow bloggers.  Thanks!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;{First of all, I ask you to pray for everyone. Ask God to help and bless them all, and tell God how thankful you are for each of them. Pray for kings and others in power, so that we may live quiet and &lt;strong&gt;peaceful&lt;/strong&gt; lives as we worship and honor God. This kind of prayer is good, and it pleases God our Savior.  I Timothy 2:1-3}&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5911343851927728176-3361886857373594984?l=vanessacovington.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanessacovington.blogspot.com/feeds/3361886857373594984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5911343851927728176&amp;postID=3361886857373594984' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911343851927728176/posts/default/3361886857373594984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911343851927728176/posts/default/3361886857373594984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanessacovington.blogspot.com/2009/06/peaceful-vignette.html' title='A Peaceful Vignette'/><author><name>Vanessa {Bloom Right Here!}</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15698226268281524753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SPEEv7k_kXI/AAAAAAAABSg/RiqHan4v5H4/S220/100_4842.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SibFUVV82OI/AAAAAAAACP0/-p78_xv98JQ/s72-c/100_6370.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5911343851927728176.post-5917089406944701400</id><published>2009-05-28T09:42:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T10:23:57.295-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Sign of God</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The other day, I came across a new blog.  &lt;a href="http://www.thingswithwingsartjournal.blogspot.com/"&gt;Things With Wings....&lt;/a&gt; is a fun little spot!  The first piece of art I saw on their blog had this quote:  "A sign of God is that you are led where you never planned to go."  I won't go into details of why that speaks to me.  I'll just tell you that it really touched me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;To look at the "lighter side" of this quote I thought I would share a few pictures with you.  Last Saturday we all hopped in the van to attend a crawfish boil at some friends' house.  Right before we left I ask hubby if he knew where we were going.  He was "pretty sure" he knew how to get there.  Needless to say, what should have been a 5 minute trip took over 30 minutes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I was getting quite irritated as we drove down all these country roads.  Why can't he just call somebody and get directions?  Then I saw this.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/Sh6lCMzewyI/AAAAAAAACPU/vetpUeEJsqs/s1600-h/100_6266.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340887665323459362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/Sh6lCMzewyI/AAAAAAAACPU/vetpUeEJsqs/s320/100_6266.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ...and I made him stop so I could take a picture.  Is that not one of the sweetest cottages you have ever seen?  Down a little old country road we didn't plan on traveling....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/Sh6lB7h8ifI/AAAAAAAACPM/f8GFeF__ng8/s1600-h/100_6269.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340887660686510578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/Sh6lB7h8ifI/AAAAAAAACPM/f8GFeF__ng8/s320/100_6269.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Then I made him stop for this....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/Sh6lBij7-MI/AAAAAAAACPE/ELbtK1O0MgI/s1600-h/100_6267.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340887653983975618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/Sh6lBij7-MI/AAAAAAAACPE/ELbtK1O0MgI/s320/100_6267.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; .....and this!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As it turns out, we had driven right by the road we needed.  Had we turned right away we would have missed the beauty.  We didn't plan on going down those country roads, but we saw signs of God along the way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;{For the ways of man are before the eyes of the LORD,  and He ponders all his paths.  Proverbs 5:21}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5911343851927728176-5917089406944701400?l=vanessacovington.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanessacovington.blogspot.com/feeds/5917089406944701400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5911343851927728176&amp;postID=5917089406944701400' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911343851927728176/posts/default/5917089406944701400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911343851927728176/posts/default/5917089406944701400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanessacovington.blogspot.com/2009/05/sign-of-god.html' title='A Sign of God'/><author><name>Vanessa {Bloom Right Here!}</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15698226268281524753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SPEEv7k_kXI/AAAAAAAABSg/RiqHan4v5H4/S220/100_4842.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/Sh6lCMzewyI/AAAAAAAACPU/vetpUeEJsqs/s72-c/100_6266.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5911343851927728176.post-3119482306605388166</id><published>2009-05-23T06:41:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T07:16:08.567-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cooking'/><title type='text'>Pot Luck Recipes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/ShfhVmZLOsI/AAAAAAAACO8/BU3MG9_rZ8s/s1600-h/100_6209.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338983644470655682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/ShfhVmZLOsI/AAAAAAAACO8/BU3MG9_rZ8s/s320/100_6209.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Good morning! I just came in from having a cup of coffee on the porch. The birds were singing and the rain was softly falling. What a beautiful way to start the weekend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I almost forgot that I told you I would share a couple of my favorite recipes. Please note that the photo above has nothing to do with this post. I just liked it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Caramel Apple Salad (or Snicker Salad)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 small boxes of instant vanilla pudding&lt;br /&gt;3 cups milk&lt;br /&gt;1 8oz. container Cool Whip&lt;br /&gt;3 Granny Smith apples&lt;br /&gt;3 Snickers bars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mix the pudding and milk until thickened. Fold in Cool Whip. Cut the apples (unpeeled) and Snickers into small pieces and stir into pudding mixture. Refrigerate until ready to serve. This is best eaten the day you make it. Yummy! It is really like a dessert, but if you call it a salad it sounds a lot healthier!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Corn Dip&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1 can yellow corn (drained) &lt;p&gt;1 can shoe peg (white) corn (drained) &lt;p&gt;1 can Rotel&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1 can chopped green chilies&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1 8oz. bar of cream cheese&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1 tsp. garlic powder&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1 tsp. cumin&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1 tsp. chili powder&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;The recipe says to mix all ingredients and bake at 350° until bubbly. I put everything in my crockpot. Also, I usually add some shredded cheddar cheese. Serve with Fritos or tortilla chips.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I have no idea why blogger formatted those two recipes different. I also have no idea how to fix it. Things like that drive me crazy. Hubby is still sleeping or I would have him fix it. Oh, well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I think I will head to town to see if there are any garage sales. May not be too many since it is a holiday weekend. This afternoon we are going to some friends for a crawfish boil. The boys are excited. I'm looking forward to spending time with friends. The crawfish - not so much. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;{A meal of bread and water in contented peace is better than a banquet spiced with quarrels. Proverbs 17:1}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&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/5911343851927728176-3119482306605388166?l=vanessacovington.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanessacovington.blogspot.com/feeds/3119482306605388166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5911343851927728176&amp;postID=3119482306605388166' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911343851927728176/posts/default/3119482306605388166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911343851927728176/posts/default/3119482306605388166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanessacovington.blogspot.com/2009/05/pot-luck-recipes.html' title='Pot Luck Recipes'/><author><name>Vanessa {Bloom Right Here!}</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15698226268281524753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SPEEv7k_kXI/AAAAAAAABSg/RiqHan4v5H4/S220/100_4842.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/ShfhVmZLOsI/AAAAAAAACO8/BU3MG9_rZ8s/s72-c/100_6209.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5911343851927728176.post-6924188031824726727</id><published>2009-05-17T14:42:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T15:28:23.341-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bought &amp; Sold</title><content type='html'>Last weekend I hit just a few sales.  One of the things I bought was this fun little table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336882390550709170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 246px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/ShBqQhjQA7I/AAAAAAAACOM/go0hK1LDpno/s320/100_6174table.JPG" border="0" /&gt;I knew I needed to re-do the top, but wasn't sure what to do with it.  It really wasn't a good week to tackle a project - sick girl, rain, etc.- but I wanted to get it in my booth before this weekend.  Whenever I had a few free moments and the humidity wasn't sky high, I would run out and work on it.  I sanded and primed it first.  Then I painted it, but the color ended up being too "country blue" and outdated.  Didn't like that.  Sanded some more.  Painted it white.  The coverage wasn't real great.  Sanded some more.  Applied an antiquing glaze.  Sanded some more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336882391095042530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/ShBqQjlB4eI/AAAAAAAACOU/T2e146iGZq4/s320/100_6183table3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;I still wasn't sure if I liked the results, but I was out of time.  Within an hour of applying the glaze and sanding for the last time I had this little table in my booth.  I figured if it didn't sell after awhile I would bring it home and do something else with the top.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336882397883826306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/ShBqQ83mgII/AAAAAAAACOc/pFUusvP7bZE/s320/100_6185.jpg" border="0" /&gt;At the thrift store this past week I found this great leather suitcase.  I usually don't spend $5 on any one item at the thrift store, but I really liked this one.  Loved the details on the latches.  I love anything with lettering on it.  And although I would have loved to keep it, I just can't keep everything.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336882399921026050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/ShBqREdTtAI/AAAAAAAACOk/VvpnYnZxQlw/s320/100_6190.jpg" border="0" /&gt;The suitcase ended up on the table in my booth.  I was very pleased with how this display turned out on Wednesday.  I was spiffing up the booth for the Magnolia Blossom Festival this weekend.  Since the festival happens right outside the doors of the antique store business is pretty good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Well, I got a call from the antique store Friday morning.  The table had just sold and they wondered if I wanted to put something in its place.  I was excited that it had sold so quickly, but worried about getting the booth to look good again.  I had an end table that I took in to replace it.  Didn't look as good, but it worked.  About noon on Saturday I stopped by the booth and noticed that the suitcase was gone.  Those two items sure didn't stay around for long!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336882400325912066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/ShBqRF91xgI/AAAAAAAACOs/eF8m9GX6m_I/s320/100_6192.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Before I go, here is a fun little project from &lt;a href="http://www.countryliving.com/crafts/projects/sgm-crafts-early-show-0509?click=pp"&gt;Country Living&lt;/a&gt; (click on the arrow to go to pg2 on the link).  I just realized when I went back to the link that I didn't make my flowers quite the same.  I forgot to round off the ends.  Oh, well.  You should try this.  It make you feel like you are back in elementary school.  You remember making tissue paper flowers, right?  This is the same thing only using tissue from sewing &lt;strong&gt;patterns&lt;/strong&gt;.  For my vase I rummaged through my stash and found this antique cuff from a blouse or dress.  It fit perfectly over a pint size jar.  Pretty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;We are honoring the graduates at church tonight with a potluck after services.  I am making two of my favorite potluck items - Caramel Apple Salad and Corn Dip.  Shhh....don't tell anyone I'm not bringing a "main dish."  Just couldn't think of anything that sounded good and easy this time.  I will try to share the two recipes with you next time.  What is your favorite potluck food?  Leave me a comment and let me know!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;{Do not conform any longer to the &lt;strong&gt;pattern&lt;/strong&gt; of this world, but be transformed by the renewing of your mind. Then you will be able to test and approve what God's will is—his good, pleasing and perfect will.  Romans 12:2}&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5911343851927728176-6924188031824726727?l=vanessacovington.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanessacovington.blogspot.com/feeds/6924188031824726727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5911343851927728176&amp;postID=6924188031824726727' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911343851927728176/posts/default/6924188031824726727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911343851927728176/posts/default/6924188031824726727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanessacovington.blogspot.com/2009/05/bought-sold.html' title='Bought &amp; Sold'/><author><name>Vanessa {Bloom Right Here!}</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15698226268281524753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SPEEv7k_kXI/AAAAAAAABSg/RiqHan4v5H4/S220/100_4842.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/ShBqQhjQA7I/AAAAAAAACOM/go0hK1LDpno/s72-c/100_6174table.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5911343851927728176.post-18760094804027447</id><published>2009-05-14T16:37:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T18:09:21.248-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rett Syndrome'/><title type='text'>A New Arrival</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Do you remember back in February when I told you about this &lt;a href="http://vanessacovington.blogspot.com/2009/02/baby-be-blessed.html"&gt;wonderful blessing&lt;/a&gt;?  Well, last week a sweet little bundle arrived on our doorstep.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SgyRk1PKfKI/AAAAAAAACOE/5FiwBuGe--g/s1600-h/100_6197.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335799720479194274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SgyRk1PKfKI/AAAAAAAACOE/5FiwBuGe--g/s320/100_6197.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Isn't she adorable?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SgyRk3MjorI/AAAAAAAACN8/dVU7Cjc-kto/s1600-h/100_6199.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335799721005130418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SgyRk3MjorI/AAAAAAAACN8/dVU7Cjc-kto/s320/100_6199.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here are the two cuties together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SgyRkiMaFEI/AAAAAAAACN0/wRQXMyERIYk/s1600-h/100_6205.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335799715367359554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SgyRkiMaFEI/AAAAAAAACN0/wRQXMyERIYk/s320/100_6205.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I love you, baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SgyRkdo5ZBI/AAAAAAAACNs/HYbQxvzZqPs/s1600-h/100_6202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335799714144674834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SgyRkdo5ZBI/AAAAAAAACNs/HYbQxvzZqPs/s320/100_6202.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She is personalized just for Sweet Girl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Thank you, &lt;a href="http://www.babybeblesseddolls.com/"&gt;Baby Be Blessed&lt;/a&gt;!  Thank you, also, to everyone who offered up prayers for Sweet Girl or who gave a financial donation.  We truly were blessed by this.  I hope you will continue to "Give A Blessing" to other children each month.  There is a link in my sidebar that will take you right to them anytime.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;{"I will never give up &lt;strong&gt;HOPE&lt;/strong&gt; or stop &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;praising you."  Psalm 71:14}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5911343851927728176-18760094804027447?l=vanessacovington.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanessacovington.blogspot.com/feeds/18760094804027447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5911343851927728176&amp;postID=18760094804027447' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911343851927728176/posts/default/18760094804027447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911343851927728176/posts/default/18760094804027447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanessacovington.blogspot.com/2009/05/new-arrival.html' title='A New Arrival'/><author><name>Vanessa {Bloom Right Here!}</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15698226268281524753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SPEEv7k_kXI/AAAAAAAABSg/RiqHan4v5H4/S220/100_4842.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SgyRk1PKfKI/AAAAAAAACOE/5FiwBuGe--g/s72-c/100_6197.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5911343851927728176.post-155821539279149352</id><published>2009-05-10T09:31:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T18:14:12.681-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thrifty Finds'/><title type='text'>Happy Mother's Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SgbmAXDUWaI/AAAAAAAACNk/TdFx4vbbgmA/s1600-h/100_6056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334203702529251746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 286px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SgbmAXDUWaI/AAAAAAAACNk/TdFx4vbbgmA/s320/100_6056.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SgbmAAL7X_I/AAAAAAAACNc/Wht9un0lGGs/s1600-h/100_6055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334203696391348210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SgbmAAL7X_I/AAAAAAAACNc/Wht9un0lGGs/s320/100_6055.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;{Her children arise and call her blessed; her husband also, and he praises her.....  Proverbs 31:28}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5911343851927728176-155821539279149352?l=vanessacovington.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanessacovington.blogspot.com/feeds/155821539279149352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5911343851927728176&amp;postID=155821539279149352' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911343851927728176/posts/default/155821539279149352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911343851927728176/posts/default/155821539279149352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanessacovington.blogspot.com/2009/05/happy-mothers-day.html' title='Happy Mother&apos;s Day!'/><author><name>Vanessa {Bloom Right Here!}</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15698226268281524753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SPEEv7k_kXI/AAAAAAAABSg/RiqHan4v5H4/S220/100_4842.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SgbmAXDUWaI/AAAAAAAACNk/TdFx4vbbgmA/s72-c/100_6056.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5911343851927728176.post-1354642552355232661</id><published>2009-05-07T16:57:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T18:03:36.105-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Gifted</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Okay, I have a question for you. When do you turn on your AC in your home? Do you wait until it reaches a certain temperature outside? Do you wait for a specific day on the calendar? I'm just curious. I'm cheap and like to hold off as long as possible before turning on the AC. Today it is 90° outside and 82° inside. Is it time? Of course, when I do turn it on it will probably be set at 80° (told you I was cheap) so maybe I can hold off a little longer. Hmmm....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I've been sick all week. Sore throat, fever, headache, swollen glands.... I finally went to the doctor today. It has been over five years since I have been sick enough to go to the doctor. She put me on antibiotics but said they may not do any good because it could be a viral infection. Guess we will see. I do think I am feeling a bit better this afternoon. Now I am just praying that the rest of the family stays healthy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I've received some sweet gifts lately and I wanted to share them with you. My friend &lt;a href="http://prissynprimtiques.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jan&lt;/a&gt; emailed me a few weeks ago and said she had a little something for me. First I have to tell you how I met Jan. She stopped me in the thrift store one day and said, "Are you Vanessa? I read your blog." She was actually the second person to do that. Before that I had no idea that anyone in this town read my ramblings. Now I have to be careful what I say about this town. Ha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333206633694530914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SgNbLUMejWI/AAAAAAAACNE/OOuPh3nv53Q/s320/100_6051.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Back to the gift. Jan had found this folding ruler and knew I would love it. I do! recruited my eight year old to shape it into a star. A couple weeks later I found another folding ruler at a garage sale. Now I have a star on each french door. Thanks, Jan!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I have another friend Jan who I met at a garage sale. Later I figured out that we went to church together. We both have booths in the same antique store. Actually, she has more than one booth in Checkers and another booth in the other mall. I think she should be dubbed the Junk Queen or Garage Sale Queen or something. I've figured out that if I need to find something I should just ask Jan. So far she has come through for me every time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I've been wanting a clothesline for quite some time. I mentioned to Jan that I was on the lookout for some clothesline poles. Guess what? She just happened to have some at her place. One of them needed some repairs and her husband took it someplace to be welded. Isn't that sweet? I'm excited to get them put up and start using them. Thanks, Jan and Vernie!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SgNbLrKfL8I/AAAAAAAACNM/otiUEd5T0iY/s1600-h/100_6052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333206639860199362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SgNbLrKfL8I/AAAAAAAACNM/otiUEd5T0iY/s320/100_6052.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The second Jan has a sister, Pat, who also has a booth at Checkers. One day I spotted this flashcard in my booth. There were also cards in Jan's booth, Dave's booth (Jan's son) and Pat's booth. Turns out that Pat had bought a box of flashcards at a sale and was having fun leaving us all messages with them. I told her if she ever wanted to get rid of the flashcards I would love to purchase them from her. She said she had had her $2 worth of fun and would pass them along. She brought them to me a couple days later. The box was huge! 500 flashcards! Pat said I didn't need to pay her for them, but I gave her $2. I still feel like I stole from her. The flashcards are wonderful. Thanks, Pat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SgNbLK4N94I/AAAAAAAACM8/u1zlQwLAPKI/s1600-h/100_6054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333206631193638786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SgNbLK4N94I/AAAAAAAACM8/u1zlQwLAPKI/s320/100_6054.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My cousin &lt;a href="http://letterslinesandlyricsfromlinda.blogspot.com/"&gt;Linda&lt;/a&gt; (second cousin? first cousin once removed?) send me a box of goodies recently. Vintage fabric. Buttons. Zinc lids. Jewelry. All kinds of fun things. It was like Christmas opening the box and digging through it. Thanks, Linda!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SgNbKxMuycI/AAAAAAAACM0/tdpZaCV3mYM/s1600-h/100_6172.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333206624300353986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SgNbKxMuycI/AAAAAAAACM0/tdpZaCV3mYM/s320/100_6172.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yesterday I trudged out to the mailbox feeling horrible. What a surprise to find a little package from my dear friend Molly. There was a sweet note telling me that I am always in her prayers. I needed that. She also sent a new "C" to add to my &lt;a href="http://vanessacovington.blogspot.com/2009/03/country-living-collectibles-part-ii.html"&gt;collection&lt;/a&gt;. Thank you, Molly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;{Thanks be to God for his indescribable &lt;strong&gt;gift&lt;/strong&gt;! 2 Corinthians 9:15}&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;P.S. Hubby just arrived home from work and turned on the AC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5911343851927728176-1354642552355232661?l=vanessacovington.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanessacovington.blogspot.com/feeds/1354642552355232661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5911343851927728176&amp;postID=1354642552355232661' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911343851927728176/posts/default/1354642552355232661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911343851927728176/posts/default/1354642552355232661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanessacovington.blogspot.com/2009/05/gifted.html' title='Gifted'/><author><name>Vanessa {Bloom Right Here!}</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15698226268281524753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SPEEv7k_kXI/AAAAAAAABSg/RiqHan4v5H4/S220/100_4842.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SgNbLUMejWI/AAAAAAAACNE/OOuPh3nv53Q/s72-c/100_6051.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5911343851927728176.post-5233410330070736899</id><published>2009-05-01T11:56:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T18:15:43.217-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fingerprint Friday'/><title type='text'>Fingerprint Friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I am participating in Fingerprint Friday today. Visit &lt;a href="http://pamperingbeki.blogspot.com/2009/04/fingerprint-friday_30.html"&gt;PamperingBeki &lt;/a&gt;to join in!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a song by Steven Curtis Chapman that says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can see the fingerprints of God&lt;br /&gt;When I look at you&lt;br /&gt;I can see the fingerprints of God&lt;br /&gt;And I know it's true&lt;br /&gt;You're a masterpiece&lt;br /&gt;That all creation quietly applauds&lt;br /&gt;And you're covered with the fingerprints of God&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So look around you and see where YOU can see God's fingerprints. Is it in nature? Kids? Animals? Where do you see them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learned of a new song this week and every time I listen to it I cry. It is almost like it could be written for my Sweet Girl. Actually, Collin Raye wrote it for his granddaughter. It is amazing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mc5RDJnF2vI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mc5RDJnF2vI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;You can also hear Collin performing the entire song &lt;a href="http://www.mandjshow.com/videos/country-star-collin-raye/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I guess you could say that I am "hearing" God's fingerprints this week. Not sure if that makes sense. Where are you seeing (or hearing) them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;{Don't be cruel to any of these little ones! I promise you that their angels are always with my Father in heaven. Matthew 18:10-11}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5911343851927728176-5233410330070736899?l=vanessacovington.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanessacovington.blogspot.com/feeds/5233410330070736899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5911343851927728176&amp;postID=5233410330070736899' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911343851927728176/posts/default/5233410330070736899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911343851927728176/posts/default/5233410330070736899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanessacovington.blogspot.com/2009/05/fingerprint-friday.html' title='Fingerprint Friday'/><author><name>Vanessa {Bloom Right Here!}</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15698226268281524753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SPEEv7k_kXI/AAAAAAAABSg/RiqHan4v5H4/S220/100_4842.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5911343851927728176.post-3460162542442109807</id><published>2009-04-25T20:03:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T18:09:48.971-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thrifty Finds'/><title type='text'>Soda, Anyone?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SfO44uyWq-I/AAAAAAAACMs/apbhvlUyKMI/s1600-h/100_6136.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328806068880845794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SfO44uyWq-I/AAAAAAAACMs/apbhvlUyKMI/s320/100_6136.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Several weeks ago I found these soda bottles at the thrift store.  The great graphics just drew me in.  Someone obviously had quite a collection that they donated.  I bought seven of them, but there were many more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SfO44f1BytI/AAAAAAAACMk/Q08nlolqj_k/s1600-h/100_6124.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328806064865528530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SfO44f1BytI/AAAAAAAACMk/Q08nlolqj_k/s320/100_6124.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I hope you are thirsty.   Would you like King Kist?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SfO44CDtt4I/AAAAAAAACMc/XaxLbu9kZpQ/s1600-h/100_6126.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328806056874063746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SfO44CDtt4I/AAAAAAAACMc/XaxLbu9kZpQ/s320/100_6126.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Or do you prefer Frostie Root Beer?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328806055595824802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SfO439S9VqI/AAAAAAAACMM/pF9g6NmqSvc/s320/100_6131.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pop Kola perhaps?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SfO438VZbDI/AAAAAAAACMU/-BXwNFuu7xM/s1600-h/100_6130.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328806055337618482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SfO438VZbDI/AAAAAAAACMU/-BXwNFuu7xM/s320/100_6130.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My favorite is Electric Beverages because you know it is "the current drink!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;{&lt;em&gt;If you see your enemy hungry, go buy him lunch; if he's &lt;strong&gt;thirsty&lt;/strong&gt;, bring him a drink. Your generosity will surprise him with goodness, and God will look after you.  Proverbs 25:21}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5911343851927728176-3460162542442109807?l=vanessacovington.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanessacovington.blogspot.com/feeds/3460162542442109807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5911343851927728176&amp;postID=3460162542442109807' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911343851927728176/posts/default/3460162542442109807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911343851927728176/posts/default/3460162542442109807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanessacovington.blogspot.com/2009/04/soda-anyone.html' title='Soda, Anyone?'/><author><name>Vanessa {Bloom Right Here!}</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15698226268281524753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SPEEv7k_kXI/AAAAAAAABSg/RiqHan4v5H4/S220/100_4842.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SfO44uyWq-I/AAAAAAAACMs/apbhvlUyKMI/s72-c/100_6136.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5911343851927728176.post-8004157484134725789</id><published>2009-04-21T20:23:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T18:10:39.389-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Antique Booth'/><title type='text'>Checkers</title><content type='html'>Tonight I thought I would show you the antique store where I have my little booth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/Se51NNNcmVI/AAAAAAAACME/VF_4UQZUf0c/s1600-h/100_6036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327324278970685778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/Se51NNNcmVI/AAAAAAAACME/VF_4UQZUf0c/s320/100_6036.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; If you are ever in Magnolia, AR make sure you stop by this fun little corner of our town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/Se51M0w-hrI/AAAAAAAACL8/Uh_4dgpQJ8U/s1600-h/100_6037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327324272408823474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/Se51M0w-hrI/AAAAAAAACL8/Uh_4dgpQJ8U/s320/100_6037.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Do you need a carriage?  I know where you can find one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/Se51Mug2oPI/AAAAAAAACL0/sirnhQPJ5KY/s1600-h/100_6039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327324270730584306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/Se51Mug2oPI/AAAAAAAACL0/sirnhQPJ5KY/s320/100_6039.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My booth is constantly changing.  I think it helps to change and move things around. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/Se51MQDFktI/AAAAAAAACLs/KspZKJdcw9A/s1600-h/100_6040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327324262552670930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/Se51MQDFktI/AAAAAAAACLs/KspZKJdcw9A/s320/100_6040.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I have some fun vintage office items in there right now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/Se5zyE-u1hI/AAAAAAAACLk/uytO6qkg8m4/s1600-h/100_6041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327322713393387026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/Se5zyE-u1hI/AAAAAAAACLk/uytO6qkg8m4/s320/100_6041.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; There is a little bit of everything....from a bed pan to pretty china.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/Se5zx7XHMEI/AAAAAAAACLc/1LO9SSd3Yu0/s1600-h/100_6042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327322710811291714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/Se5zx7XHMEI/AAAAAAAACLc/1LO9SSd3Yu0/s320/100_6042.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I took these pictures last week.  Now the two top suitcases are gone.  The basket on the floor is gone.  Silver tray....gone.  Sales were pretty good this past weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/Se5zxnqt65I/AAAAAAAACLU/8ar1EDu0Bbc/s1600-h/100_6043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327322705524812690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/Se5zxnqt65I/AAAAAAAACLU/8ar1EDu0Bbc/s320/100_6043.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I wish I had this big of space.  This belongs to the shop owner, Kathy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/Se5zxZpVBtI/AAAAAAAACLM/lBjP2dj0ZIM/s1600-h/100_6044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327322701760890578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/Se5zxZpVBtI/AAAAAAAACLM/lBjP2dj0ZIM/s320/100_6044.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dave always has fun stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/Se5zw08ovFI/AAAAAAAACLE/hTK5GWlXTes/s1600-h/100_6046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327322691909762130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/Se5zw08ovFI/AAAAAAAACLE/hTK5GWlXTes/s320/100_6046.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So does his mom, Jan.  I love this glass hand and the numbered beaker/vase.  Both of these items tempt me each time I go into the store.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am not making big bucks with my booth, but I am making money each month.  I love it!  I love shopping for bargains.  I love repurposing some of those bargains.  I love displaying the items.  I love the friendships that I have made.  I just love it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;{Clear my name, God; I've kept an honest shop.   I've thrown in my lot with you, God, and      I'm not budging.  Psalm 26:1}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5911343851927728176-8004157484134725789?l=vanessacovington.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanessacovington.blogspot.com/feeds/8004157484134725789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5911343851927728176&amp;postID=8004157484134725789' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911343851927728176/posts/default/8004157484134725789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911343851927728176/posts/default/8004157484134725789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanessacovington.blogspot.com/2009/04/checkers.html' title='Checkers'/><author><name>Vanessa {Bloom Right Here!}</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15698226268281524753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SPEEv7k_kXI/AAAAAAAABSg/RiqHan4v5H4/S220/100_4842.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/Se51NNNcmVI/AAAAAAAACME/VF_4UQZUf0c/s72-c/100_6036.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5911343851927728176.post-5213632841002164186</id><published>2009-04-17T10:13:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T18:10:55.660-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thrifty Finds'/><title type='text'>From Blah to Blue....and Green!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We've had some beautiful spring days this week.  I should have been spraying all the dirt and pollen off of my porch, but instead of was washing some "projects."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SeiegDDwZCI/AAAAAAAACK0/ESHNYeYLJr0/s1600-h/100_6035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325680832779674658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SeiegDDwZCI/AAAAAAAACK0/ESHNYeYLJr0/s320/100_6035.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This beauty came from the Last Chance Thrift Store.  I figured for a quarter I could give it another chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SeiegCtDzxI/AAAAAAAACKs/q8h3P7Zv8Ik/s1600-h/100_6034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325680832684478226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SeiegCtDzxI/AAAAAAAACKs/q8h3P7Zv8Ik/s320/100_6034.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This large (19 inches), metal lazy susan was a bit more pricey - 50 cents at an estate sale.  It was originally $1, but since it was still there on 1/2 price day, I decided to bring it home with me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I washed, scrubbed, primed and painted.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325680839911337346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SeiegdoE7YI/AAAAAAAACK8/ImuZ7z8jdlc/s320/100_6049.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Aren't these fun colors?  Clearance spray paint from WalMart - gotta love it!  I can't decide if I am going to keep the lazy susan or sell it.  It would be nice on my dining room table.  I need your help with the light fixture.  I am thinking it should be a candle holder.  Should I put something on the top (like a pretty china plate) so it could sit on a table or buffet?  Should I attach chain or wire somehow so it could become a hanging "chandelier"?  Should I live it just as it is?  Opinions please.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Here are a couple other things I washed, but did not paint.  Some things really are okay without spray paint!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325680825527247810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SeiefoCpI8I/AAAAAAAACKc/aLkb4e30oCU/s320/100_6032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;One morning on the way to take the kids to school I saw this fan sitting on the curb with someone's trash.  So, I stopped and picked it up.  It felt a little strange.  I've never "curb shopped" before.  Have you?  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325680824588988034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/Seiefki8boI/AAAAAAAACKk/lb02LDaeh54/s320/100_6033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;These roller skates came from an estate sale.  I cleaned them up and sprayed some sealer on them because they were a bit rusty.  Then I reattached the leather straps and put them in the booth.  I have a little sports &amp;amp; recreation section in my booth right now, so I thought these fit right in.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Okay, time to get off the computer.  Trying to get some things caught up around the house today.  No thrift stores, no garage sales.....  Just staying home.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;{Oh, visit the earth, ask her to join the dance! Deck her out in spring showers, fill the God-River with living water. &lt;strong&gt;Paint&lt;/strong&gt; the wheat fields golden. Creation was made for this! Drench the plowed fields, soak the dirt clods With rainfall as harrow and rake bring her to blossom and fruit. Snow-crown the peaks with splendor, scatter rose petals down your paths, All through the wild meadows, rose petals. Set the hills to dancing, Dress the canyon walls with live sheep, a drape of flax across the valleys. Let them shout, and shout, and shout! Oh, oh, let them sing!  Psalm 65:9}&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5911343851927728176-5213632841002164186?l=vanessacovington.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanessacovington.blogspot.com/feeds/5213632841002164186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5911343851927728176&amp;postID=5213632841002164186' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911343851927728176/posts/default/5213632841002164186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911343851927728176/posts/default/5213632841002164186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanessacovington.blogspot.com/2009/04/from-blah-to-blueand-green.html' title='From Blah to Blue....and Green!'/><author><name>Vanessa {Bloom Right Here!}</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15698226268281524753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SPEEv7k_kXI/AAAAAAAABSg/RiqHan4v5H4/S220/100_4842.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SeiegDDwZCI/AAAAAAAACK0/ESHNYeYLJr0/s72-c/100_6035.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5911343851927728176.post-124072952280179474</id><published>2009-04-14T16:23:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T18:11:10.050-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>Happy Easter, Sad Pictures!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We had a wonderful Easter!  We traveled to our old town to spend the weekend with dear friends.  They became like family to us when we lived there and we were often a part of their family gatherings.  What a blessing to have friends like this when family is so far away!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Our time together was great, but my pictures are far from it.  It poured rain all day.  I snapped a few photos of the kids inside before heading to church.  I'm embarrassed to show them because they are bad.  But several people have asked when I was going to post pictures of Sweet Girl's dress, so I guess I will.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Actually, I will share a picture of just the dress first.  &lt;a href="http://vanessacovington.blogspot.com/2009/02/handmade-dress-and-friedas-fabric.html"&gt;Awhile back &lt;/a&gt;I told you about winning a pattern from &lt;a href="http://thehandmadedress.blogspot.com/"&gt;The Handmade Dress&lt;/a&gt;.   I was excited about using it for the Easter dress.  Unfortunately, we don't have a fabric store in this town and I wasn't going any where else to shop.  I dug through my fabric stash to see if I had anything that would work.  A thrifted bedsheet!  That is what I made Sweet Girl's dress with.  And a thrifted dresser scarf!  Do you want to see?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SeUAMhVePDI/AAAAAAAACKM/bTnFBbfYKDk/s1600-h/100_6012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324662349542341682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SeUAMhVePDI/AAAAAAAACKM/bTnFBbfYKDk/s320/100_6012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here it is!  I love how it turned out!  I realized after it was done that I had read the pattern wrong and placed the waistband too high.  Oh, well.  I don't think I will go back and redo it.  I will just read the pattern instructions better next time I use it.  I do plan on using this pattern again.  Quick and simple (if you read the instructions)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SeUAMY0aLCI/AAAAAAAACKE/4mrMp7gmfiA/s1600-h/100_6019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324662347256179746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SeUAMY0aLCI/AAAAAAAACKE/4mrMp7gmfiA/s320/100_6019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here are the three kiddos.  I told you the pictures were bad.  We didn't even get a picture of the whole family. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SeUAMLMQifI/AAAAAAAACJ8/O834n9DKHJg/s1600-h/100_6017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324662343598115314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SeUAMLMQifI/AAAAAAAACJ8/O834n9DKHJg/s320/100_6017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is Sweet Girl modeling her dress.  She doesn't stand well on her own, so Hubby is holding her up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324662356180265330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SeUAM6EE6XI/AAAAAAAACKU/PHgXXfqOgZc/s320/100_5913.jpg" border="0" /&gt;This picture has nothing to do with the post.  I just wanted to share a half-way decent photo.  I took this on my walk one morning.  I didn't get too close, but I bet this mama was sitting on some eggs.  I'll have to watch for the sweet babies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope you have a terrific week filled with blessings!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;{Even the sparrow has found a home, and the swallow a nest for herself, where she may have her young— a place near your altar, O LORD Almighty, my King and my God.  Psalm 84:3}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5911343851927728176-124072952280179474?l=vanessacovington.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanessacovington.blogspot.com/feeds/124072952280179474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5911343851927728176&amp;postID=124072952280179474' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911343851927728176/posts/default/124072952280179474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911343851927728176/posts/default/124072952280179474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanessacovington.blogspot.com/2009/04/happy-easter-sad-pictures.html' title='Happy Easter, Sad Pictures!'/><author><name>Vanessa {Bloom Right Here!}</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15698226268281524753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SPEEv7k_kXI/AAAAAAAABSg/RiqHan4v5H4/S220/100_4842.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SeUAMhVePDI/AAAAAAAACKM/bTnFBbfYKDk/s72-c/100_6012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5911343851927728176.post-3456297817110055737</id><published>2009-04-10T09:15:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T18:15:43.218-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fingerprint Friday'/><title type='text'>Fingerprint Friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I am participating in Fingerprint Friday today. Visit &lt;a href="http://pamperingbeki.blogspot.com/2009/04/fingerprint-friday_09.html"&gt;PamperingBeki &lt;/a&gt;to join in!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a song by Steven Curtis Chapman that says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can see the fingerprints of God&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When I look at you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can see the fingerprints of God&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I know its true&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Youre a masterpiece&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That all creation quietly applauds&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And you're covered with the fingerprints of God&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So look around you and see where YOU can see God's fingerprints. Is it in nature? Kids? Animals? Where do you see them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw God's fingerprints at the &lt;a href="http://www.therockandworshiproadshow.com/"&gt;Rock and Worship Roadshow &lt;/a&gt;last Sunday evening.&lt;br /&gt;If you have a chance to attend this wonderful concert, don't hesitate. It is fabulous! And cheap! Gotta love that! &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/Sd9Vi1VoU4I/AAAAAAAACJ0/pF1Mrvi-lK4/s1600-h/100_5831.jpg"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323067341496931202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/Sd9Vi1VoU4I/AAAAAAAACJ0/pF1Mrvi-lK4/s320/100_5831.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Back to the fingerprints.....I was worried about how Sweet Girl would do at a long concert. She loves music, so I should have known she would be fine. She absolutely loved every minute (well, 3+ hours) of it! For some background information, Sweet Girl has Rett Syndrome and is nonverbal (among other things). She laughs and makes some noise, but really no real words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/Sd9VidCp9JI/AAAAAAAACJs/HxOv-1uTvjA/s1600-h/100_5998.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323067334974895250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/Sd9VidCp9JI/AAAAAAAACJs/HxOv-1uTvjA/s320/100_5998.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So, Jeremy Camp was singing, "There will be a day with no more tears, no more pain, no more fears...." and suddenly Sweet Girl lets out this very loud "yaaaaay!" I truly believe she was listening to those words and understanding them. She knows that "There will be a day with no more Rett Syndrome." Yaaaay!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw the fingerprints of God through my daughter this week. Where did you see them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/k8gkDiTvloc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/k8gkDiTvloc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5911343851927728176-3456297817110055737?l=vanessacovington.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanessacovington.blogspot.com/feeds/3456297817110055737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5911343851927728176&amp;postID=3456297817110055737' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911343851927728176/posts/default/3456297817110055737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911343851927728176/posts/default/3456297817110055737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanessacovington.blogspot.com/2009/04/fingerprint-friday.html' title='Fingerprint Friday'/><author><name>Vanessa {Bloom Right Here!}</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15698226268281524753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SPEEv7k_kXI/AAAAAAAABSg/RiqHan4v5H4/S220/100_4842.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/Sd9Vi1VoU4I/AAAAAAAACJ0/pF1Mrvi-lK4/s72-c/100_5831.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5911343851927728176.post-7425447020287002339</id><published>2009-04-08T11:40:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T18:11:59.553-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cooking'/><title type='text'>Resurrection Rolls</title><content type='html'>Hello!  Crazy week again.  I've been busy trying to get ready for Easter.  Sweet Girl's dress is done except for hemming.  I am pleased with how it turned out and will share pictures after Easter.  Now I've just got to figure out what I am going to wear.  Growing up I always had a new dress for Easter and I still like to do that.  It may be a thrifted dress, but it will still be new to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I meant to get this recipe posted earlier in the week.  You know how that goes.  These are an Easter morning tradition at our house.  They are yummy and serve as a good teaching tool for the kiddos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Resurrection Rolls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SdzW-CCZIII/AAAAAAAACI8/qGUUktQqaFA/s1600-h/100_3244.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322365220832223362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SdzW-CCZIII/AAAAAAAACI8/qGUUktQqaFA/s320/100_3244.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SdzW9vJs2pI/AAAAAAAACI0/HCORo11W_GY/s1600-h/100_3245.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322365215762602642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SdzW9vJs2pI/AAAAAAAACI0/HCORo11W_GY/s320/100_3245.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Place 20 frozen rolls in a greased pan and let them thaw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SdzW9Z7CtXI/AAAAAAAACIs/HRWQbnj7sOo/s1600-h/100_3246.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322365210063975794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SdzW9Z7CtXI/AAAAAAAACIs/HRWQbnj7sOo/s320/100_3246.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; When thawed, press rolls flat and place a marshmallow in the center.  (Please ignore the nasty countertops.  These were taken in the rental house last year.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SdzV0F9XyHI/AAAAAAAACIk/A5eFPgQmAyM/s1600-h/100_3247.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322363950574585970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SdzV0F9XyHI/AAAAAAAACIk/A5eFPgQmAyM/s320/100_3247.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Pull roll up over the marshmallow and pinch edges closed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SdzVzjqZc-I/AAAAAAAACIc/_vKZVXr4MY8/s1600-h/100_3248.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322363941368198114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SdzVzjqZc-I/AAAAAAAACIc/_vKZVXr4MY8/s320/100_3248.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cover and let rise for at least 30-45 minutes.  Some of the rolls may come undone.  Just pinch them back together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SdzVzpdmqAI/AAAAAAAACIU/wG7KEe1nI2A/s1600-h/100_3249.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322363942925150210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SdzVzpdmqAI/AAAAAAAACIU/wG7KEe1nI2A/s320/100_3249.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Brush with butter and sprinkle with cinnamon sugar.  Bake for 15 minutes at 350° .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SdzVzMK0luI/AAAAAAAACIM/MxPbKokBm9Y/s1600-h/100_3250.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322363935061743330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SdzVzMK0luI/AAAAAAAACIM/MxPbKokBm9Y/s320/100_3250.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; These are best when served warm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SdzVy-RZ6bI/AAAAAAAACIE/NLutu4mZDK0/s1600-h/100_3252.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322363931331258802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SdzVy-RZ6bI/AAAAAAAACIE/NLutu4mZDK0/s320/100_3252.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Do you know why they are called Resurrection Rolls?  Because they look like the empty tomb!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Resurrection Rolls&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;20 Frozen Rhodes Rolls&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;20 large marshmallows&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1/4 cup melted butter&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6 T. sugar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1 t. cinnamon&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Place rolls in a greased 9x13 pan; let thaw.  Press rolls flat.  Place marshmallow in center; pinch edges of roll together to enclose marshmallow.  Let rise 30-45 minutes.  Brush with melted butter and sprinkle with cinnamon and sugar.  Bake at 350° for 15 minutes or until light brown.  Serve warm.  (Warning:  the marshmallow turns to liquid and is gooey.  Don't dress your kids in their Easter clothes before eating!)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;{When the Sabbath was over, Mary Magdalene, Mary the mother of James, and Salome bought spices so they could embalm him. Very early on Sunday morning, as the sun rose, they went to the tomb. They worried out loud to each other, "Who will roll back the stone from the &lt;strong&gt;tomb &lt;/strong&gt;for us?" &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Then they looked up, saw that it had been rolled back—it was a huge stone—and walked right in. They saw a young man sitting on the right side, dressed all in white. They were completely taken aback, astonished. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;He said, "Don't be afraid. I know you're looking for Jesus the Nazarene, the One they nailed on the cross. He's been raised up; he's here no longer. You can see for yourselves that the place is &lt;strong&gt;empty&lt;/strong&gt;. Now—on your way. Tell his disciples and Peter that he is going on ahead of you to Galilee. You'll see him there, exactly as he said."  Mark 16:1-7}&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;{Jesus said to her, "I am the &lt;strong&gt;resurrection&lt;/strong&gt; and the life. He who believes in me will live, even though he dies;  John 11:25}&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5911343851927728176-7425447020287002339?l=vanessacovington.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanessacovington.blogspot.com/feeds/7425447020287002339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5911343851927728176&amp;postID=7425447020287002339' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911343851927728176/posts/default/7425447020287002339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911343851927728176/posts/default/7425447020287002339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanessacovington.blogspot.com/2009/04/resurrection-rolls.html' title='Resurrection Rolls'/><author><name>Vanessa {Bloom Right Here!}</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15698226268281524753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SPEEv7k_kXI/AAAAAAAABSg/RiqHan4v5H4/S220/100_4842.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SdzW-CCZIII/AAAAAAAACI8/qGUUktQqaFA/s72-c/100_3244.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5911343851927728176.post-2033001072109771269</id><published>2009-04-03T17:37:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T18:23:22.486-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bloomin&apos;'/><title type='text'>Bloomin' Right Here!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This week has gone by fast. I need more days to get things done. A lot of running, and not much getting accomplished. I guess some weeks are just like that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tonight I thought I would share a few (okay, a lot) of pictures. I'm amazed how the world just comes to life this time of year. I've been snapping pictures of flowers for a few weeks. Just can't get enough. So, I hope you enjoy what's Bloomin' Right Here!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SdaenuRXU-I/AAAAAAAACH4/yXSxzxCsYpc/s1600-h/100_5878.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320614415057769442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SdaenuRXU-I/AAAAAAAACH4/yXSxzxCsYpc/s320/100_5878.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Wisteria along the country road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SdaenK-zraI/AAAAAAAACHw/3MKSDyafagM/s1600-h/100_5877.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320614405584694690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SdaenK-zraI/AAAAAAAACHw/3MKSDyafagM/s320/100_5877.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320611066694548194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/Sdabk0pXOuI/AAAAAAAACHQ/OWscRW6LvXo/s320/100_5881.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/Sdaem0Rn20I/AAAAAAAACHo/P2h8qLpFGbU/s1600-h/100_5918.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320614399489596226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/Sdaem0Rn20I/AAAAAAAACHo/P2h8qLpFGbU/s320/100_5918.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Wildflowers in the fields.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SdablcB9PPI/AAAAAAAACHg/b7D9eHtS05c/s1600-h/100_5901.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320611077266685170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SdablcB9PPI/AAAAAAAACHg/b7D9eHtS05c/s320/100_5901.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "Planters" on my porch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SdablGbGC_I/AAAAAAAACHY/gwRGhEqvKHc/s1600-h/100_5888.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320611071466540018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SdablGbGC_I/AAAAAAAACHY/gwRGhEqvKHc/s320/100_5888.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dogwoods everywhere!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/Sdabk9_yq8I/AAAAAAAACHI/49CV1EBeUiU/s1600-h/100_5867.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320611069204540354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/Sdabk9_yq8I/AAAAAAAACHI/49CV1EBeUiU/s320/100_5867.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Azaleas behind my bird bath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320601771013133698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SdaTHviNVYI/AAAAAAAACG4/9nb4Zlisjqs/s320/100_5766.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Camellias on campus. Almost gone....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SdabkrU3z_I/AAAAAAAACHA/OkODFvxKft0/s1600-h/100_5774.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320611064192684018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SdabkrU3z_I/AAAAAAAACHA/OkODFvxKft0/s320/100_5774.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ....but still beautiful even on the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SdaTHgfqt8I/AAAAAAAACGw/y0mK9Z8Eaj8/s1600-h/100_5780.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320601766975944642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SdaTHgfqt8I/AAAAAAAACGw/y0mK9Z8Eaj8/s320/100_5780.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Beautiful redbuds!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SdaTHZMuz7I/AAAAAAAACGo/wcoEY3KfTIU/s1600-h/100_5728.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320601765017472946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SdaTHZMuz7I/AAAAAAAACGo/wcoEY3KfTIU/s320/100_5728.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Honeysuckle on the fence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SdaTHFVs5yI/AAAAAAAACGg/HKs8z0lledQ/s1600-h/100_5939.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320601759686387490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SdaTHFVs5yI/AAAAAAAACGg/HKs8z0lledQ/s320/100_5939.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ummm....I don't know what these are.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SdaTG_XHyyI/AAAAAAAACGY/1HbCmvOeOuE/s1600-h/100_5937.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320601758081731362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SdaTG_XHyyI/AAAAAAAACGY/1HbCmvOeOuE/s320/100_5937.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; but this bush beside the house is full of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope you have enjoyed my little botanical tour. What's blooming in your part of the world? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;{Flowers appear on the earth; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;the season of singing has come, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;the cooing of doves is heard in our land.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Song of Solomon 11:12}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5911343851927728176-2033001072109771269?l=vanessacovington.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanessacovington.blogspot.com/feeds/2033001072109771269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5911343851927728176&amp;postID=2033001072109771269' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911343851927728176/posts/default/2033001072109771269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911343851927728176/posts/default/2033001072109771269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanessacovington.blogspot.com/2009/04/bloomin-right-here.html' title='Bloomin&apos; Right Here!'/><author><name>Vanessa {Bloom Right Here!}</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15698226268281524753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SPEEv7k_kXI/AAAAAAAABSg/RiqHan4v5H4/S220/100_4842.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SdaenuRXU-I/AAAAAAAACH4/yXSxzxCsYpc/s72-c/100_5878.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5911343851927728176.post-745071378150185635</id><published>2009-03-30T11:09:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T18:24:02.543-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Collecting'/><title type='text'>Country Living Collectibles - Part III</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Good morning!  I guess it is almost afternoon.  Today I am going to finish up the collectibles list.  You can also read &lt;a href="http://vanessacovington.blogspot.com/2009/03/country-living-collectibles-part-i.html"&gt;Part I&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://vanessacovington.blogspot.com/2009/03/country-living-collectibles-part-ii.html"&gt;Part II &lt;/a&gt;if you haven't yet.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;#7  Playing Cards&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm more of a vintage &lt;a href="http://vanessacovington.blogspot.com/2007/09/so-in-between-having-lunch-with-my.html"&gt;flashcard&lt;/a&gt; kind of gal.  And I have old BINGO cards.  I have a few miscellaneous playing cards in my craft stash, but nothing too exciting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;#8  Swizzle Sticks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I don't have any of these either.  Not my thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;#9  Dish Towels&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SdDyCfXkvdI/AAAAAAAACGQ/b0Upu50jv3g/s1600-h/100_4474.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319017284518591954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SdDyCfXkvdI/AAAAAAAACGQ/b0Upu50jv3g/s320/100_4474.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I love this set of embroidered dish towels I purchased on ebay several years ago.  There are five of them.  I need to find a better way to display them because they are really cute.  I think "Country Living"  may be refering more to printed dish towels - "souvenir motifs, stripes, and large-scale fruit and florals."  I did pick up a fun rooster towel the other day, but I didn't take a picture.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;#10  Pictures&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm not sure what it is about pictures of strange places and people, but they intrigue me.  I actually find it a little sad when I come across old photographs.  Why didn't the family keep them?  Didn't anyone care about that person smiling back at them?  Will the same thing happen someday to all of my photos?  Nevertheless, when I come across them (and they are super-cheap) I pick them up.  They are fun to use on cards and other projects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SdDyBoGOMbI/AAAAAAAACGI/1-AiprLWRJ0/s1600-h/100_5813.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319017269681861042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 293px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SdDyBoGOMbI/AAAAAAAACGI/1-AiprLWRJ0/s320/100_5813.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This one just makes me laugh!  You may need to click on it to enlarge it.  Okay, let's have a little impromptu contest here.  I think this photo needs a good caption.  Any ideas?  Leave a caption in the comments and I will choose my favorite.  I will send the winner something (no idea what yet).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SdDwqwnlm3I/AAAAAAAACGA/6yrhvwrTuEs/s1600-h/100_5811.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319015777320672114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SdDwqwnlm3I/AAAAAAAACGA/6yrhvwrTuEs/s320/100_5811.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; More of my stash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SdDwqn6RYHI/AAAAAAAACF4/ngtg1YJkfeM/s1600-h/100_5810.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319015774983118962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SdDwqn6RYHI/AAAAAAAACF4/ngtg1YJkfeM/s320/100_5810.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A couple more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SdDwqRLKGQI/AAAAAAAACFw/XE-aQFQtiTo/s1600-h/100_5809.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319015768879929602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SdDwqRLKGQI/AAAAAAAACFw/XE-aQFQtiTo/s320/100_5809.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This old flower globe (with a flower frog) makes a fun place to display pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SdDwp81V15I/AAAAAAAACFo/P3VKMSJCi2c/s1600-h/100_5807.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319015763419715474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SdDwp81V15I/AAAAAAAACFo/P3VKMSJCi2c/s320/100_5807.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I don't know who these girls are, but they are probably relatives of mine.  They were found in a bunch of family photographs, but no one could identify them.  Now they are peaking out of an old suitcase pocket in my living room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SdDwphjI0sI/AAAAAAAACFg/ILEERI7vN98/s1600-h/100_5804.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319015756095607490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SdDwphjI0sI/AAAAAAAACFg/ILEERI7vN98/s320/100_5804.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This photo intrigued me because my daughter is in a wheelchair.  Sometimes it is hard to get Sweet Girl around, but I cannot imagine what it must have been like with a chair like that!  Those wheels are huge!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;That's it!  I hope I didn't bore you with my little collectibles "series."  I have enjoyed the comments about what you collect.  I'm obviously not the only one who collects.  Keep the comments coming and don't forget to give me a caption for my photo.  Can't wait to read them!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;{Investigate my life, O God, find out everything about me; Cross-examine and test me, get a clear &lt;strong&gt;picture&lt;/strong&gt; of what I'm about; See for yourself whether I've done anything wrong— then guide me on the road to eternal life.  Psalm 139:23}&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5911343851927728176-745071378150185635?l=vanessacovington.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanessacovington.blogspot.com/feeds/745071378150185635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5911343851927728176&amp;postID=745071378150185635' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911343851927728176/posts/default/745071378150185635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911343851927728176/posts/default/745071378150185635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanessacovington.blogspot.com/2009/03/country-living-collectibles-part-iii.html' title='Country Living Collectibles - Part III'/><author><name>Vanessa {Bloom Right Here!}</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15698226268281524753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SPEEv7k_kXI/AAAAAAAABSg/RiqHan4v5H4/S220/100_4842.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SdDyCfXkvdI/AAAAAAAACGQ/b0Upu50jv3g/s72-c/100_4474.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5911343851927728176.post-7994848585027831198</id><published>2009-03-26T10:23:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T10:59:07.995-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Quick &amp; Random Post</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Creative title, huh?  Oh, well.  The kids are on Spring Break this week.  It has rained quite a bit.  Not much exciting is happening.  Last Friday was a good day.  My dear friend from Kansas and her three kids stopped by for a quick overnight visit.  It was wonderful to see her!  Thanks, Pamela, for going out of your way to come to Arkansas.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/ScugAgjg_QI/AAAAAAAACFY/dkRy4EvXv2Y/s1600-h/100_5863.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317519715640343810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/ScugAgjg_QI/AAAAAAAACFY/dkRy4EvXv2Y/s320/100_5863.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Above and below are a couple pictures I took at the university farm yesterday.  That road is part of the walking path that I walk.  Last time I walked (we won't talk about when exactly that was) I wished I had my camera.  The kids and I drove through yesterday and got some fun shots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/ScugAa8ASII/AAAAAAAACFQ/wNi1WCOu-QI/s1600-h/100_5858.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317519714132445314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/ScugAa8ASII/AAAAAAAACFQ/wNi1WCOu-QI/s320/100_5858.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/Scuf_g4RdCI/AAAAAAAACFI/Z2gG1sjam-I/s1600-h/100_5814.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317519698547536930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/Scuf_g4RdCI/AAAAAAAACFI/Z2gG1sjam-I/s320/100_5814.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is the card I made for my mom for her birthday earlier in the week.  If you ever need great card inspiration, be sure to visit &lt;a href="http://lilybeanpaperie.typepad.com/lilybeans_paperie/"&gt;LilyBean&lt;/a&gt;.  She does amazing work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/Scuf_fOTSbI/AAAAAAAACFA/ClniYmNDDcA/s1600-h/100_5785.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317519698103060914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/Scuf_fOTSbI/AAAAAAAACFA/ClniYmNDDcA/s320/100_5785.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I didn't do a real great job of taking this picture, but I wanted to show you anyway.  At church we have Secret Sisters.  This is what I got from my SS for my birthday a couple weeks ago:  a wonderful locker basket, a little jar of buttons, flower seeds, a packet of paper, and LOTS of DARK chocolate!!!!  Needless to say, I was quite excited.  Thank you, whoever you are!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, I am doing good with the "random" but not so good with the "quick."  I wanted to let you know about a fun giveaway.  Visit Ki over at &lt;a href="http://junkcamp.blogspot.com/2009/03/flower-trug-feed-sack-junk-project.html"&gt;Junk Camp &lt;/a&gt;to find out about it.  Maybe I shouldn't have told you about it.  The fewer people who enter, the better chance I have of winning.  Ha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will finish up the "Country Living Collectibles" next  week.  I really must get off the computer now.  Have a blessed day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;{Trust in the LORD with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding; in all your ways acknowledge him, and he will make your paths straight.  Proverbs 3:5-6}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5911343851927728176-7994848585027831198?l=vanessacovington.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanessacovington.blogspot.com/feeds/7994848585027831198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5911343851927728176&amp;postID=7994848585027831198' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911343851927728176/posts/default/7994848585027831198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911343851927728176/posts/default/7994848585027831198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanessacovington.blogspot.com/2009/03/quick-random-post.html' title='Quick &amp; Random Post'/><author><name>Vanessa {Bloom Right Here!}</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15698226268281524753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SPEEv7k_kXI/AAAAAAAABSg/RiqHan4v5H4/S220/100_4842.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/ScugAgjg_QI/AAAAAAAACFY/dkRy4EvXv2Y/s72-c/100_5863.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5911343851927728176.post-7793689782925117407</id><published>2009-03-21T14:16:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T18:24:02.543-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Collecting'/><title type='text'>Country Living Collectibles - Part II</title><content type='html'>Okay, on to Part II of "Country Living Collectibles."  These are some of my favorite!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;#4  Buttons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/ScVAa7cUy8I/AAAAAAAACE4/UXnsMqrmIsk/s1600-h/100_3311.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315725766558010306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/ScVAa7cUy8I/AAAAAAAACE4/UXnsMqrmIsk/s320/100_3311.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Buttons are so much fun!  I love to sort through buttons; dividing them by color, admiring unique designs and shapes....  I have them displayed in jars.  I use them in my crafts.  It is hard to pass them up when I spot them at sales.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/ScVAa9IAFdI/AAAAAAAACEw/_JKfDsM6swA/s1600-h/100_5547.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315725767009637842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/ScVAa9IAFdI/AAAAAAAACEw/_JKfDsM6swA/s320/100_5547.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here are some still on the cards.  Not only are the buttons beautiful, but many of the cards have great graphics!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;#5  Colored Glass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I looked around my house but really couldn't find any colored glass.  Glassware really isn't my thing.  Now, if old jars were on the list, I could show you lots of them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;#6  Letters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/ScVAao-kw4I/AAAAAAAACEo/1EJKlZjZZas/s1600-h/100_5796.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315725761601389442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/ScVAao-kw4I/AAAAAAAACEo/1EJKlZjZZas/s320/100_5796.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Another one of my favorites!  I have a &lt;a href="http://vanessacovington.blogspot.com/2008/01/cs.html"&gt;collection of C's &lt;/a&gt;(for our last name).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/ScVAZ1nVRHI/AAAAAAAACEg/EOR6MFQGvOI/s1600-h/100_5798.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315725747813696626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/ScVAZ1nVRHI/AAAAAAAACEg/EOR6MFQGvOI/s320/100_5798.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It is fun to always be on the look-out for a new C or just find new ways to display the ones I already have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/ScVAZBxOMVI/AAAAAAAACEY/yRjR9UEnboY/s1600-h/100_5799.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315725733896532306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/ScVAZBxOMVI/AAAAAAAACEY/yRjR9UEnboY/s320/100_5799.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Other letters are also fun.  I have some old chenille letter jacket letters in the boys room.  Scrabble tiles are in abundance.  Some &lt;a href="http://vanessacovington.blogspot.com/2008/12/m-m-y.html"&gt;sweet M's &lt;/a&gt;can be found in Sweet Girl's Room.  And I used letter stencils for a fun &lt;a href="http://vanessacovington.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-joy.html"&gt;Christmas picture&lt;/a&gt;.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Next time I will finish up with 7-10.  I enjoyed the comments on the previous post about what you collect.  If you didn't tell me last time, I would love to hear about your collections this time.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;{"See what large &lt;strong&gt;letters&lt;/strong&gt; I use as I write to you with my own hand!"  Galations 6:11}&lt;/em&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/5911343851927728176-7793689782925117407?l=vanessacovington.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanessacovington.blogspot.com/feeds/7793689782925117407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5911343851927728176&amp;postID=7793689782925117407' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911343851927728176/posts/default/7793689782925117407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911343851927728176/posts/default/7793689782925117407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanessacovington.blogspot.com/2009/03/country-living-collectibles-part-ii.html' title='Country Living Collectibles - Part II'/><author><name>Vanessa {Bloom Right Here!}</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15698226268281524753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SPEEv7k_kXI/AAAAAAAABSg/RiqHan4v5H4/S220/100_4842.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/ScVAa7cUy8I/AAAAAAAACE4/UXnsMqrmIsk/s72-c/100_3311.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5911343851927728176.post-4774273379593290412</id><published>2009-03-18T10:48:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T18:24:02.543-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Collecting'/><title type='text'>Country Living Collectibles - Part I</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.countryliving.com/"&gt;Country Living &lt;/a&gt;recently published an article titled "Collectibles Under $10."  It was a fun article to read because I have many of these items in my home.  They featured 10 items "that can be scooped up for $10, or in many cases, much less."  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Today I will show you the first three collectibles and then do the others in a future post.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;#1  Pincushions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/ScEcPETzNRI/AAAAAAAACEQ/ze4uXCEkyDY/s1600-h/100_5802.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314560080454300946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 278px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/ScEcPETzNRI/AAAAAAAACEQ/ze4uXCEkyDY/s320/100_5802.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Okay, I really don't collect these.  I just have some that I use.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;#2  Skeleton Keys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It has been a long time since I have found any skeleton keys - affordable ones, anyway.  I love them!  When we lived in KS our house was almost 100 years old and some of the doors still had the old skeleton key locks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/ScEcPJndilI/AAAAAAAACEI/dQ3MQg7m8vU/s1600-h/100_0658.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314560081878944338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/ScEcPJndilI/AAAAAAAACEI/dQ3MQg7m8vU/s320/100_0658.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I like to use the keys when I am creating.  &lt;a href="http://vanessacovington.blogspot.com/2007/07/matthew-77.html"&gt;This project &lt;/a&gt;was in one of my very first blog posts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/ScEcOm2hA_I/AAAAAAAACEA/QNsrINF7gEU/s1600-h/100_5611.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314560072546845682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/ScEcOm2hA_I/AAAAAAAACEA/QNsrINF7gEU/s320/100_5611.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And &lt;a href="http://vanessacovington.blogspot.com/2009/02/p-v-and-mystery-object.html"&gt;this project &lt;/a&gt;was for Valentine's Day. &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;#3  Wooden Rulers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/ScEcOcKQFeI/AAAAAAAACD4/ifkwE-g5EXg/s1600-h/100_5794.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314560069676832226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/ScEcOcKQFeI/AAAAAAAACD4/ifkwE-g5EXg/s320/100_5794.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Some collections are unintentional.  Like these wooden rulers.  I found a whole bundle of triangle-shaped rulers (what are they called?) at a garage sale and suddenly I had a collection. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/ScEcNvgeMII/AAAAAAAACDw/JSPBpdcLSLs/s1600-h/100_5791.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314560057690435714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/ScEcNvgeMII/AAAAAAAACDw/JSPBpdcLSLs/s320/100_5791.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I would love to find more of these folding rulers.  I only have one right now, but am always on the lookout for them.  They work great for holding pictures and I've also seen them shaped into stars and hung on the wall.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Well, that is the first three.  What do you collect?  It is fun to have something inexpensive to search for.  Even when the budget is tight, a little $1-$2 "pick-me-up" is always nice.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;{Good friend, take to heart what I'm telling you; &lt;strong&gt;collect&lt;/strong&gt; my counsels and guard them with your life.  Proverbs 2:1}&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5911343851927728176-4774273379593290412?l=vanessacovington.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanessacovington.blogspot.com/feeds/4774273379593290412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5911343851927728176&amp;postID=4774273379593290412' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911343851927728176/posts/default/4774273379593290412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911343851927728176/posts/default/4774273379593290412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanessacovington.blogspot.com/2009/03/country-living-collectibles-part-i.html' title='Country Living Collectibles - Part I'/><author><name>Vanessa {Bloom Right Here!}</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15698226268281524753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SPEEv7k_kXI/AAAAAAAABSg/RiqHan4v5H4/S220/100_4842.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/ScEcPETzNRI/AAAAAAAACEQ/ze4uXCEkyDY/s72-c/100_5802.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5911343851927728176.post-6269221012003772870</id><published>2009-03-14T16:56:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T18:12:44.762-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crafting'/><title type='text'>Junk Revolution Bag</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I loved &lt;a href="http://junkrevolution.myshopify.com/collections/bags-belts/products/mable-bag"&gt;this bag &lt;/a&gt;when I first saw it over at Junk Revolution.  But the price tag was way too steep for my budget (Sorry, Ki).  Let's see....a week's worth of groceries for the family or a fun bag for me?!  I decided the bag would have to wait.  Then I found a great canvas messenger bag at a garage sale for $1.  Perfect!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SbwqLlD9WZI/AAAAAAAACDk/CWJYJpEP6QA/s1600-h/100_5754.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313168038805985682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SbwqLlD9WZI/AAAAAAAACDk/CWJYJpEP6QA/s320/100_5754.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This week I finally got around to working on my version of the great bag.  On another blog (I don't remember which one) I saw a fun scarf tied around the handle of a tote bag.  I liked the idea and found a scarf at the thrift store.  That set the color scheme for the bag.  I just went through my stash of "stuff" and started embellishing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SbwqLH1XFUI/AAAAAAAACDc/rPPuNGEJpD0/s1600-h/100_5755.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313168030960129346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SbwqLH1XFUI/AAAAAAAACDc/rPPuNGEJpD0/s320/100_5755.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Fun little flower trim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SbwqKxptPvI/AAAAAAAACDU/qar3jtf1eI0/s1600-h/100_5756.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313168025005670130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SbwqKxptPvI/AAAAAAAACDU/qar3jtf1eI0/s320/100_5756.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Vintage buttons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SbwqKmwRtJI/AAAAAAAACDM/hZa96jI5vlo/s1600-h/100_5757.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313168022080435346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SbwqKmwRtJI/AAAAAAAACDM/hZa96jI5vlo/s320/100_5757.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; An old souvenir pocket knife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SbwqKaAs30I/AAAAAAAACDE/CSwGg8xvrmo/s1600-h/100_5758.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313168018659663682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_znzm49qDSvY/SbwqKaAs30I/AAAAAAAACDE/CSwGg8xvrmo/s320/100_5758.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Fabric scraps.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It was fun to make and will be fun to carry around.  There won't be another like it, that's for sure!  When you are out thrifting or garage saling, make sure you always look at the purses, bags and totes.  With a few embellishments you can make a boring bag into a fun one-of-a-kind bag!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though I didn't buy Ki's bag, I love her &lt;a href="http://www.junkrevolution.com/index.php"&gt;Junk Revolution &lt;/a&gt;site.  There is a store, a blog, a message board....  Lots of fun stuff!  Please go pay her a visit.  You'll be glad you did.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We've had lots of cold rain this week.  It has been rough - especially after the 80° temps we had last week.  Finally it stopped raining this afternoon and the boys were able to go outside and play.  They had definitely been cooped up too long.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I better go work on supper.  We are having salmon and grilled asparagus.  Yummy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;{&lt;em&gt;The shopper says, "That's &lt;strong&gt;junk&lt;/strong&gt;—I'll take it off your hands,"   then goes off boasting of the bargain.  Proverbs 20:14}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5911343851927728176-6269221012003772870?l=vanessacovington.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanessacovington.blogspot.com/feeds/6269221012003772870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5911343851927728176&amp;postID=6269221012
