<?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-478027234034795603</id><updated>2011-09-01T07:18:14.969-07:00</updated><category term='What have I gotten myself into???'/><category term='Noah&apos;s birthday'/><category term='blessings'/><category term='running'/><category term='taking pictures'/><category term='awesome God'/><category term='greek'/><category term='cross country'/><category term='bodock run'/><category term='school'/><category term='photos'/><category term='menu'/><category term='Christmas Cards'/><category term='foreign language'/><category term='growing up'/><title type='text'>The Corbins Five</title><subtitle type='html'>"We may not have it all together... But together, we have it all."</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecorbinsfive.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/478027234034795603/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecorbinsfive.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13219131359871841497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yy8-3o09_f0/S4XLxAGprPI/AAAAAAAAASc/W9NWrxsXZ0U/S220/the+perfect+tclc+faddag.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>30</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-478027234034795603.post-477230616847608095</id><published>2011-08-25T18:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-25T21:24:26.659-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Of Songs, Literal Kids, and Belly Laughs...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G4RK4regHl4/Tlb5mKwjihI/AAAAAAAAAU4/Mrya0ESAlyc/s1600/IMG_0358.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G4RK4regHl4/Tlb5mKwjihI/AAAAAAAAAU4/Mrya0ESAlyc/s200/IMG_0358.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644973617073850898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I realize that it's entirely possible that I'm the only mom in the world who takes phrases spoken by my children and matches them up with songs.  You know what I'm talking about, right? Your child says something that triggers a memory from days long gone by and you suddenly break out into some obscure (or sometimes not) song that has matching lyrics? Well, sorta like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom - "Good morning, baby. How do you feel today?"&lt;br /&gt;Child - "Good. I feel good..."&lt;br /&gt;Mom - (cue music) "WOW!! I feel good... nana nana nana na... I knew that I would... nana nana nana na..."&lt;br /&gt;Child - (eye roll) "Ma-omm..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No? Well whatever. Maybe I AM the only one who does that. But really, there IS a song for everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today one of my children mentioned something about things going up and coming back down. So...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I'm waiting to hear it... Anybody breaking into a little "Spinning Wheel"? A little Blood, Sweat, &amp;amp; Tears from the 60's? Hmmm... Just me again, I see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I broke out into the song... (cue music) "what goes up - must come down... spinnin' wheel got to go 'round... hum hmm hmmm..." and before I can say another word my eldest DS Noah (who is 15 now and knows nearly everything) says, "Humph... Don't know the name of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; song but it's got to be &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;"DUH"!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, took me a minute too and then I belly laughed for a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;gooooood&lt;/span&gt; 10 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta love the literalistic mind of children...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bahahahahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. By the way, a MOTHER wrote "Spinning Wheel" whilst she watched her children enjoying a ride on a carousel at the park in Seattle, WA in the early 60's. She sold the rights to it for $250 and the song is still making money today. (and I'm guessing that it's just a biiiiiit more than the original $250) Sounds like my kinda luck...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/478027234034795603-477230616847608095?l=thecorbinsfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecorbinsfive.blogspot.com/feeds/477230616847608095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=478027234034795603&amp;postID=477230616847608095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/478027234034795603/posts/default/477230616847608095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/478027234034795603/posts/default/477230616847608095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecorbinsfive.blogspot.com/2011/08/of-songs-literal-kids-and-belly-laughs.html' title='Of Songs, Literal Kids, and Belly Laughs...'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13219131359871841497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yy8-3o09_f0/S4XLxAGprPI/AAAAAAAAASc/W9NWrxsXZ0U/S220/the+perfect+tclc+faddag.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G4RK4regHl4/Tlb5mKwjihI/AAAAAAAAAU4/Mrya0ESAlyc/s72-c/IMG_0358.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-478027234034795603.post-5637210883006797707</id><published>2010-09-20T23:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-21T00:21:30.745-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The sun, and the earth, and Jupiter, and Mars...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://t2.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:M89Ciauy7rw1SM:http://www.blipfoto.com/uploads/1739/2008/1714175890488d5003be4860.95886690.jpeg&amp;amp;t=1"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 275px; height: 183px;" src="http://t2.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:M89Ciauy7rw1SM:http://www.blipfoto.com/uploads/1739/2008/1714175890488d5003be4860.95886690.jpeg&amp;amp;t=1" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember this song?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;"He's still working on me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;To make me what I ought to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Took Him just a week to make the moon and the stars...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;The sun and the earth and Jupiter and Mars. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;How loving and patient He must be...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Cause He's still workin' on me." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O my goodness... It's been nearly a year since I blogged last.  Talk about falling off the wagon!  Maybe you could say I'm striving for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;quality &lt;/span&gt;if not for quantity.  But tonight I just have to say I am totally overwhelmed!!! In a good way! Did you go out and look at  Jupiter tonight? The way I understood it, just after midnight, Jupiter was  closer to the earth than it has been since 1963 and will not be visible  to the naked eye again until 2022.  I feel so privileged to have been  able to see this!!! When I first went out, I took a look and thought, "Well, that's cool." But when we took out the binoculars.... WOW!!!!  We were looking through those and we could  even see the MOONS around Jupiter.  I can't even imagine how awesome it was to see for somebody who had a telescope. I mean MY GOODNESS!! MY EYES  actually rested on JUPITER!! I'll be singing that part of "He's Still Workin' On Me" for a week now! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"...the sun and the earth and Jupiter and Mars..." &lt;/span&gt;Makes me feel so small...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it got me to thinkin'... I began to think about those binoculars. When I looked at Jupiter through those things, it was kind of like... having my eyes opened.  Without them... Well... I can say that  I knew Jupiter was there, that I could see it, that I even got a little bit of the thrill of knowing I was seeing a once in a lifetime thing. But when I looked through those binoculars... Oh BOY! I could see things I hadn't seen before! I saw those moons, the shape of their orbit around Jupiter, the size of the planet in relation to its moons... Stuff I would never have been able to enjoy without my "eye opening" experience.  Isn't it so much like that with God in our lives? We view the world with our eyes and see things, but we don't really think much of it.  But it's when we view the world through the lens of God's Word that we see it in a whole different light.  Or when the Holy Spirit highlights something, it's then that it takes on a whole new look.  How awesome God is! Tonight as I looked at His creation and felt the privilege of being able to see with my own eyes something I never thought I would see, I was speechless.  (Hard to believe, I know...) But all I could say is, "Wow!" I mean what else do you say?  WOW!! But how speechless would we be if we were looking through spiritual "binoculars" more often? Having our eyes opened to take a look at what God&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; really is&lt;/span&gt; doing in us, through us, and for us? Wow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw Jupiter... With my own eyes; not in a book or on TV - with my own two puny little eyes. I feel like I'm seeing the universe for the first time. Reminds me of  how much God loves me. He created all that awesomeness and yet he cares  for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As my friend used to tell me, "If that don't light your fire, your wood's wet!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Praying that God gives you a pair of "binoculars" to walk around with tomorrow - uh, I mean today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much love...&lt;br /&gt;L&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/478027234034795603-5637210883006797707?l=thecorbinsfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecorbinsfive.blogspot.com/feeds/5637210883006797707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=478027234034795603&amp;postID=5637210883006797707' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/478027234034795603/posts/default/5637210883006797707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/478027234034795603/posts/default/5637210883006797707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecorbinsfive.blogspot.com/2010/09/sun-and-earth-and-jupiter-and-mars.html' title='The sun, and the earth, and Jupiter, and Mars...'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13219131359871841497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yy8-3o09_f0/S4XLxAGprPI/AAAAAAAAASc/W9NWrxsXZ0U/S220/the+perfect+tclc+faddag.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-478027234034795603.post-1078936011326327695</id><published>2009-10-12T22:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T22:36:58.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting a Leg Up...</title><content type='html'>Well, maybe not a leg &lt;em&gt;up, &lt;/em&gt;so to speak, but maybe getting a leg fixed.  So many of you have been wonderful to call and check on Noah and his Dr. visit.... Well, here's the scoop. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We don't know anything yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha! It's true! And trust me, it's as frustrating for me to write as it is for you to read! We made our appointment on Wednesday for the initial visit (Hi, my name is Dr. Soandso... what are we going to do for Mr. Noah today?) and of course, he had to go for an MRI before the Dr. even knew what was going on.  And since I had the opportunity to be in Jackson for 3 days, I made us available for appts. for those days.  Well, the Lord always knows what he's doing, ya know?  There was a problem with their MRI service that they couldn't get us in for an MRI until Friday afternoon - too late to have a follow-up visit with the Dr. I mentioned to the nurse that my brother in law is a radiologist and I could get an MRI at his MobileMRI probably that next day.  The Dr. was perfectly OK with that and (God love my brother in law, Joe) we were in the clinic having an MRI that very afternoon. (I mean, no need to wait until Thursday, right?) My BIL was able to read the MRI as I stood in his office and he explained the whole thing to me, pointing out what he saw and letting me know what he made of the whole thing.  Let me just tell you, I AM SO THANKFUL FOR THIS ONE THING!!! God knows me.  Bless His Holy Name! He knows that I am in need of &lt;em&gt;information&lt;/em&gt; whether I fully understand it or not.  I am so thankful that my BIL was able to do this.  Not only do I trust him completely, he took the time to thoroughly examine the film, explain it to me,  and talk with me about it for nearly an hour.  That was such a blessing to me.  I am thankful the Lord loves me, warts and all.  And that He loves me even when I don't have the faith of a little child.  I fret so much when I don't know what's going on.  I &lt;em&gt;need &lt;/em&gt;information even tho I may not be able to do a thing with it.  And bless the Lord, He worked it all out so that I would be comforted with having my nephew conduct the MRI (oh, did I mention that little tidbit? &lt;em&gt;Isn't God good!!), &lt;/em&gt;my BIL reading and explaining the film to me, and with &lt;strong&gt;no waiting!!&lt;/strong&gt; As my friend Cindy likes to say, "God's &lt;em&gt;showin' out &lt;/em&gt;today!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, back to the knee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Noah has a crooked leg.  We knew that. But what we didn't know is that his leg is at a 20 degree angle and that angle is exhaserbating a torn miniscus.  The miniscus tear probably happened at the original injury, but since Noah has had a growth spurt that made the leg more crooked, the bones are squeezing the cartiledge and tearing it more.  (I think that's right)  We also know that Noah &lt;strong&gt;will &lt;/strong&gt;have to have surgery.  He will require a sports medicine MD to repair the miniscus injury and the orthopedic MD to work on straightening the leg.  And we do know that both these things will be done in the &lt;em&gt;same &lt;/em&gt;surgery. &lt;em&gt;What&lt;/em&gt; we &lt;em&gt;don't know &lt;/em&gt;is what exactly the proceedure is for straightening the leg nor when it will be done.  The doctor didn't want to answer any questions until he consulted with some other physicians and figured out the best course of action. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Please be in prayer for Dr. McCluskey as he makes these plans.  Pray that God will guide him in all things concerning this surgery.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;  I do know that this Dr. is a believer (praise the Lamb), that he is a homeschool dad (that elevated his status immediately, didn't it??? LOL!), and that he has been forthright with us up to this point.  I value that greatly.  I appreciate his directness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now we wait. We'll wait until Dr. M calls us to talk about surgery options and we'll go from there.  &lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Please also be in prayer for us as we make decisions that will affect Noah for the rest of his life.&lt;/span&gt;  I know the Lord has a plan for Noah in all this.  I have known it since the beginning.  I do believe with all my heart that the Lord will use this to grow Noah, to strengthen his character, and to draw him closer to Himself.  I have such an assurance of that.  I guess my prayer is just that I don't get in God's way.  That I am seeking His will diligently and straining my ears to hear His voice and guidance in every decision. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you all for your prayers, love, support, and concern. I promise to keep you updated.&lt;br /&gt;I love you all,&lt;br /&gt;Lori&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/478027234034795603-1078936011326327695?l=thecorbinsfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecorbinsfive.blogspot.com/feeds/1078936011326327695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=478027234034795603&amp;postID=1078936011326327695' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/478027234034795603/posts/default/1078936011326327695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/478027234034795603/posts/default/1078936011326327695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecorbinsfive.blogspot.com/2009/10/getting-leg-up.html' title='Getting a Leg Up...'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13219131359871841497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yy8-3o09_f0/S4XLxAGprPI/AAAAAAAAASc/W9NWrxsXZ0U/S220/the+perfect+tclc+faddag.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-478027234034795603.post-7779279683352502157</id><published>2009-10-02T09:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T18:44:48.531-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In His Hands...</title><content type='html'>As many of you know, my DH began a new job yesterday. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And, to my dismay, I cried all day long. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I couldn't even tell you, precisely, what I was crying about. I just knew that every time I thought of him with that gun and badge back on my heart squeezed... and I cried. And every time a friend asked me, "Well, how are you today?" I couldn't answer for all the tears. I mean, how much more ridiculous could I have been yesterday? I was weeping as if he had died... &lt;strong&gt;But he was still alive&lt;/strong&gt; and I was no good to him or for him because I was in such a GRIP of fear! What can you do when you feel like you are flying apart? No matter how much my dear, precious friends tried to comfort me, they just couldn't reach that part of me that held no logic and couldn't be reasoned with. That little child that was huddled in the corner, sobbing, with her face hidden and her thumb in her mouth, having sure knowledge that something wicked and awful was coming for her. I couldn't talk to her. I tried. I couldn't reason with her. I tried that. I even threatened her and berated her for her foolishness. I couldn't even take the "Mommy Tone" with her and bring about her submission thru authority. Again, I tried.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I prayed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And tho my authority was not enough to coax the weeping child from the corner, the authority of my King, Jesus My Redeemer was more than enough. And she &lt;em&gt;ran, &lt;/em&gt;weeping and clinging to the Savior. And He just held her. He held her as she wept, comforted her with assurances that have no words, and reminded her of His promises as he read to her from His Word. And through the day as she would be fearful again, He would take hold of her and comfort her once more, giving her more promises from His Word. He gently and faithfully reminded her of &lt;em&gt;His &lt;/em&gt;faithfulness and &lt;em&gt;His &lt;/em&gt;love that has no end... And all day long He loved her in tangible ways that only she could see. Which made it all the more precious because she knew that it was only for her. And that the Savior of the World, the King of the Universe, the Lord of Glory spent His time to comfort her in her foolishness and insecurities... She had no words. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now today as the little girl and I are one once again, I marvel at the fountain of GRACE that my Savior poured out on me. I am more than thankful... No, there are no words. I am more than moved... it can't be measured by space or distance. I am astounded. I am in awe. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;I am His.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yy8-3o09_f0/SsY_lQpO9eI/AAAAAAAAAR4/WWIaK9zikWA/s1600-h/jesus+and+me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 219px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 290px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388063913551001058" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yy8-3o09_f0/SsY_lQpO9eI/AAAAAAAAAR4/WWIaK9zikWA/s200/jesus+and+me.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And He is mine. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And none can separate me from the love of my Savior for He said it was so.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;"nor height nor depth, nor anything else in all creation, will be able to separate us from the love of God in Christ Jesus our Lord."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;Romans 8:39&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And yesterday as I felt imprisoned and chained by the GRIP of fear, today I can see that it's not fear whose GRIP I'm in. I'm in HIS GRIP... In the nail scarred hands of Jesus my Lord who DIED for me! I know He will never let me go...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;"...no one will snatch them out of my hand."&lt;/span&gt; John 10:28b &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He will never leave me nor forsake me. He shall be My Defender &lt;em&gt;(thank you E for being the word of the Lord and sharing that with me...). &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And best of all, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;"Be not afraid of sudden fear, neither of the desolation of the wicked when it cometh. For the Lord shall be thy confidence, and shall keep thy foot from being taken." &lt;/span&gt;(Prov. 3:25&amp;amp;26) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;He is My Confidence!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I am nothing of myself! There is nothing that can happen to me, my DH, our marriage, our family that He does not allow! It's ALL in His Hands. And nothing that is in His hands shall ever be snatched from it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stealing a line from my dear friend who signs her letters this way: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In His Grip...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;L&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/478027234034795603-7779279683352502157?l=thecorbinsfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecorbinsfive.blogspot.com/feeds/7779279683352502157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=478027234034795603&amp;postID=7779279683352502157' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/478027234034795603/posts/default/7779279683352502157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/478027234034795603/posts/default/7779279683352502157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecorbinsfive.blogspot.com/2009/10/in-his-hands.html' title='In His Hands...'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13219131359871841497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yy8-3o09_f0/S4XLxAGprPI/AAAAAAAAASc/W9NWrxsXZ0U/S220/the+perfect+tclc+faddag.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yy8-3o09_f0/SsY_lQpO9eI/AAAAAAAAAR4/WWIaK9zikWA/s72-c/jesus+and+me.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-478027234034795603.post-3597289596770488753</id><published>2009-09-14T23:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T00:00:15.271-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Introducing the newest member of our family....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yy8-3o09_f0/Sq8wvUCyviI/AAAAAAAAARQ/5jU7Vl-O-NA/s1600-h/dove+hunting,+elliot+027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381573669123440162" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yy8-3o09_f0/Sq8wvUCyviI/AAAAAAAAARQ/5jU7Vl-O-NA/s200/dove+hunting,+elliot+027.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ELLIOT!!&lt;br /&gt;Elliot is our new foster child.  He was found under someone's CAR, in their garage.  We think he's around 2 1/2 weeks old.  He weighs a whole 4lbs and 4 oz. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got a call that a friend of a friend had a fawn that needed someone to care for it.  Well, of course, the nuts at the Corbin Farm and Petting Zoo were the first people our friend thought of! &lt;em&gt;Imagine that.... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, as you would expect, my children are all but beside themselves about having Elliot with us.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yy8-3o09_f0/Sq8wwAcQaZI/AAAAAAAAARY/84BJscjTdrI/s1600-h/dove+hunting,+elliot+028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381573681041402258" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yy8-3o09_f0/Sq8wwAcQaZI/AAAAAAAAARY/84BJscjTdrI/s200/dove+hunting,+elliot+028.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Everybody wanted to hold him.  Everybody wanted to know when they could give him a bottle.  Who was going to get to fix his bed... And, "Mama, can he sleep in MY room tonight??" They've been going around telling each other "Shhhh! You're being too loud for Elliot!" They're being very sensitive about frightening him with loud noises and too much boisterous activity.  They were having some of the Chunn kiddos over tonight and I heard them giving &lt;strong&gt;them&lt;/strong&gt; the low down on how to behave with the "baby" in the house! What a hoot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They &lt;em&gt;are&lt;/em&gt; having a hard time with the concept that he's only fostering with us until he can care for himself.  They don't understand why we can't just keep him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Hmmm... let's think about this, shall we? 120lb buck, sharp hooves, deadly rack of horns, and RUT... &lt;strong&gt;NOOOT!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yy8-3o09_f0/Sq8ww9u4ovI/AAAAAAAAARg/XE-H6bPw-hg/s1600-h/dove+hunting,+elliot+029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381573697494098674" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yy8-3o09_f0/Sq8ww9u4ovI/AAAAAAAAARg/XE-H6bPw-hg/s200/dove+hunting,+elliot+029.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;But we're gonna enjoy him while we have him.  He's already checking things out, being nosy, following us around and trying to figure out why his feet won't stay together on the tile!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yy8-3o09_f0/Sq8wxR9BMVI/AAAAAAAAARo/9XRk6DiLVUI/s1600-h/dove+hunting,+elliot+032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381573702922088786" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yy8-3o09_f0/Sq8wxR9BMVI/AAAAAAAAARo/9XRk6DiLVUI/s200/dove+hunting,+elliot+032.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You know, it's times like these, that seem to happen so often with us, that make me thankful all over again that we homeschool our children.  It's just one more thing that my kids will have the joy of experiencing.  One more thing to enrich their lives.  One more thing that they probably would not have had the chance to experience outside of a homeschool environment.  It really makes me wonder what the Lord has in store for me and my children.  What is He going to teach us thru the raising of this little deer?&lt;br /&gt;Sunday we read in the Psalms 42 &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;"As the hart panteth after the water brooks, so panteth my soul after thee, O God."&lt;/span&gt;  Do my children understand that the hart is a deer?  That as a deer in the wild travels far and seeks diligently for the refreshment of the cool creek or stream in the woods, our heart should be seeking God's will, His "water" of refreshment?  Will I be able to share with them the importance of the deer finding the good water?  How it will die if it doesn't have the water? And how when it has gone too long without water it pants for that water? Will I be able to show and explain to them how like that deer we are?  That we will die inside without our Savior?  That when we spend too long away from Him we become parched, withered, and wilted in our soul?  Will I be able to help them understand that when we don't spend time with our Savior EVERY day our soul &lt;em&gt;pants &lt;/em&gt;for His presence?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or is this all for me?  To remind me that I need Him EVERY day, EVERY hour, and in EVERY situation?  Whether it's for my kids, for me, or both I thank Him for the lessons I know we are going to learn. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Praising His Name,&lt;br /&gt;L&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;"I need thee, o I need thee... Every hour I need thee. O bless me now, My Savior, I come to thee."&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;from the song &lt;em&gt;I Need Thee Every Hour &lt;/em&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/478027234034795603-3597289596770488753?l=thecorbinsfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecorbinsfive.blogspot.com/feeds/3597289596770488753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=478027234034795603&amp;postID=3597289596770488753' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/478027234034795603/posts/default/3597289596770488753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/478027234034795603/posts/default/3597289596770488753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecorbinsfive.blogspot.com/2009/09/introducing-newest-member-of-our-family.html' title='Introducing the newest member of our family....'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13219131359871841497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yy8-3o09_f0/S4XLxAGprPI/AAAAAAAAASc/W9NWrxsXZ0U/S220/the+perfect+tclc+faddag.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yy8-3o09_f0/Sq8wvUCyviI/AAAAAAAAARQ/5jU7Vl-O-NA/s72-c/dove+hunting,+elliot+027.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-478027234034795603.post-5767955935216966531</id><published>2009-09-14T19:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T22:51:17.111-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Mighty Hunters...</title><content type='html'>Remember I told you about the Labor Day dove hunt? The one where I killed the flying diet coke bottle? Well, here are my photos of the "mighty hunters". (just now getting them off my camera!)They're too cute!&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;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yy8-3o09_f0/Sq8CG032huI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/j9QdiUhTugM/s1600-h/dove+hunting,+elliot+001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 269px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 197px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381522396026406626" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yy8-3o09_f0/Sq8CG032huI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/j9QdiUhTugM/s200/dove+hunting,+elliot+001.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Noah, Jonah, &amp;amp; Jesse are rip-roarin' and ready to go! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, where are those birds?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 308px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 228px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381561477190732018" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yy8-3o09_f0/Sq8lppjhSPI/AAAAAAAAARA/BACdQDYXFH0/s200/dove+hunting,+elliot+005.JPG" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;"Hey Mom! You can't shoot birds &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;with a camera!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Sure I can! If I shoot them with THIS, then I KNOW I'll be getting them!" (so there smarty!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And we're lookin'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for birds.....&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yy8-3o09_f0/Sq7_fTxsdkI/AAAAAAAAAPw/L8J5UcHVtE8/s1600-h/dove+hunting,+elliot+008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381519518104057410" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yy8-3o09_f0/Sq7_fTxsdkI/AAAAAAAAAPw/L8J5UcHVtE8/s320/dove+hunting,+elliot+008.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yy8-3o09_f0/Sq8flY_I-KI/AAAAAAAAAQY/CRX8jN0neVA/s1600-h/dove+hunting,+elliot+007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 298px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 221px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381554806953932962" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yy8-3o09_f0/Sq8flY_I-KI/AAAAAAAAAQY/CRX8jN0neVA/s200/dove+hunting,+elliot+007.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;And we're &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;STILL&lt;/strong&gt; lookin' for birds...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yy8-3o09_f0/Sq8fmF__KCI/AAAAAAAAAQg/YszHf9uwgxI/s1600-h/dove+hunting,+elliot+009.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;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;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yy8-3o09_f0/Sq8fmF__KCI/AAAAAAAAAQg/YszHf9uwgxI/s1600-h/dove+hunting,+elliot+009.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yy8-3o09_f0/Sq7_fxdTihI/AAAAAAAAAP4/syBe9DyUeTw/s1600-h/dove+hunting,+elliot+014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381519526071601682" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yy8-3o09_f0/Sq7_fxdTihI/AAAAAAAAAP4/syBe9DyUeTw/s320/dove+hunting,+elliot+014.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;And we're about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;10 seconds from being ready&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;to shoot at the gnats&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;and mosquitos...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Mama, are we ready to go yet?"&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yy8-3o09_f0/Sq8fmqY6bRI/AAAAAAAAAQo/Ur5oUqJV18k/s1600-h/dove+hunting,+elliot+011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381554828805303570" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yy8-3o09_f0/Sq8fmqY6bRI/AAAAAAAAAQo/Ur5oUqJV18k/s200/dove+hunting,+elliot+011.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&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&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yy8-3o09_f0/Sq8fmF__KCI/AAAAAAAAAQg/YszHf9uwgxI/s1600-h/dove+hunting,+elliot+009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381554819037079586" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yy8-3o09_f0/Sq8fmF__KCI/AAAAAAAAAQg/YszHf9uwgxI/s200/dove+hunting,+elliot+009.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yy8-3o09_f0/Sq7_fxdTihI/AAAAAAAAAP4/syBe9DyUeTw/s1600-h/dove+hunting,+elliot+014.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Yeah, Mama... I want to go to the Hamilton's and play for a little bit..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yy8-3o09_f0/Sq7_fxdTihI/AAAAAAAAAP4/syBe9DyUeTw/s1600-h/dove+hunting,+elliot+014.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yy8-3o09_f0/Sq8fnZZrsxI/AAAAAAAAAQw/r3nh1hb1lDs/s1600-h/dove+hunting,+elliot+013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381554841424999186" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yy8-3o09_f0/Sq8fnZZrsxI/AAAAAAAAAQw/r3nh1hb1lDs/s200/dove+hunting,+elliot+013.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yy8-3o09_f0/Sq7_fxdTihI/AAAAAAAAAP4/syBe9DyUeTw/s1600-h/dove+hunting,+elliot+014.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"There are, like, NO birds flying..." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;Daddy, are you ready to go? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 187px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 251px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381564099395776818" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yy8-3o09_f0/Sq8oCSB68TI/AAAAAAAAARI/Yr_08CUSRYs/s200/dove+hunting,+elliot+018.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/p&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;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Yeah, I reckon..." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;THE END&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/478027234034795603-5767955935216966531?l=thecorbinsfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecorbinsfive.blogspot.com/feeds/5767955935216966531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=478027234034795603&amp;postID=5767955935216966531' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/478027234034795603/posts/default/5767955935216966531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/478027234034795603/posts/default/5767955935216966531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecorbinsfive.blogspot.com/2009/09/mighty-hunters.html' title='The Mighty Hunters...'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13219131359871841497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yy8-3o09_f0/S4XLxAGprPI/AAAAAAAAASc/W9NWrxsXZ0U/S220/the+perfect+tclc+faddag.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yy8-3o09_f0/Sq8CG032huI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/j9QdiUhTugM/s72-c/dove+hunting,+elliot+001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-478027234034795603.post-8310302057442403752</id><published>2009-09-12T19:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T20:43:48.738-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Run, boys! Run!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am so proud of what my boys accomplished today at the Sherman 5K. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yy8-3o09_f0/Sq24KcQTSlI/AAAAAAAAAPY/nfXP72knP80/s1600-h/Spartans+09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 277px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 198px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381159619300379218" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yy8-3o09_f0/Sq24KcQTSlI/AAAAAAAAAPY/nfXP72knP80/s320/Spartans+09.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jonah is finding real success in running. He improved his time by nearly 5 minutes and he is &lt;strong&gt;so&lt;/strong&gt; proud of himself. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yy8-3o09_f0/Sq23xm9HIWI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/4MfeNRYI9Ws/s1600-h/Jonah,+Clay,+Andrew,+Ben,+Carson-+Sherman+09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 133px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381159192675950946" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yy8-3o09_f0/Sq23xm9HIWI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/4MfeNRYI9Ws/s200/Jonah,+Clay,+Andrew,+Ben,+Carson-+Sherman+09.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm sure most of you know that Jonah is dyslexic. And I have found, with him, that it really takes having some success in one area to encourage him to do better in another. He is &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; proud of himself and of what he's achieving thru hard work and pressing on. I'm very proud of him too! I see that he could really take this sport and do something with it if he continues to do as well as he has in the last 4 months. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As for Noah, I'm more proud than I can say. Noah, bless his heart, is inherently lazy - just like his Mama. I'm the poster child for the law of physics that states "An object at rest wants to &lt;em&gt;remain &lt;/em&gt;at rest." I would be a REAL bum if I didn't push myself. And Noah, unfortunately, has that in him as well. But I watched him today in that race. I was behind him, OF COURSE, and I was (thru my own pain!) able to watch his &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;determination to press on.&lt;/span&gt; I would watch him run for a while and then walk. It was easy to see he was hurting. But in just a minute, he'd pick up and start running again. In my mind I was thinking, "Way to go buddy! Push thru!" And seeing that crooked leg just makes me want to cry every time. But watching him hop on that thing but keep on running did something to me that I can't explain. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You know, there are so many people in this world that rarely succeed in life. Most of those people have in common the &lt;em&gt;inablilty&lt;/em&gt; to control their own bodies. I speak from personal experience when I say that conquering your own body is one of the HARDEST things to do! For ANYone. Take getting up early if you're not a morning person. Or going to bed at a decent hour when you're a night owl and would rather stay up. What about putting that fork down and pushing the plate away when you know you don't need any more? (I'm preaching to myself, there!) Or exercising when you HATE to exercise? And even shutting our mouths when we &lt;em&gt;REEEALLLLLY &lt;/em&gt;want to rip somebody to shreds... but that's a different conversation all together! Conquering our own bodies leads to a certain amount of intestinal fortitude in dealing with other areas. In a determination to "accomplish" that maybe wasn't there before. I guess that's why I'm so excited to see Noah pushing himself to run - to improve his time- to beat a crooked leg in order to succeed. I know, if he continues to run, this is going to be something that will shape his character for years to come. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who would have ever thought that the person who said "Running just to be running is dumb!" (me!) would become such a proponent of the sport in such record time. And to see this kind of strength being born in my children - and in myself - well that just leads me to say:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;RUN, BOYS! RUN!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;"Know ye not that they which run in a race run all, but one receiveth the prize? So run, that ye may obtain."  1 Corinthians 9:24&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&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/478027234034795603-8310302057442403752?l=thecorbinsfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecorbinsfive.blogspot.com/feeds/8310302057442403752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=478027234034795603&amp;postID=8310302057442403752' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/478027234034795603/posts/default/8310302057442403752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/478027234034795603/posts/default/8310302057442403752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecorbinsfive.blogspot.com/2009/09/run-boys-run.html' title='Run, boys! Run!'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13219131359871841497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yy8-3o09_f0/S4XLxAGprPI/AAAAAAAAASc/W9NWrxsXZ0U/S220/the+perfect+tclc+faddag.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yy8-3o09_f0/Sq24KcQTSlI/AAAAAAAAAPY/nfXP72knP80/s72-c/Spartans+09.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-478027234034795603.post-353831692215969861</id><published>2009-09-10T11:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T11:23:23.323-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What a Messy Week...</title><content type='html'>Am I the only one that's had a totally &lt;em&gt;messed up &lt;/em&gt;week?  I seems like absolutely NOTHING has gotten done as it should.  The "day off" on Monday wasn't worth the rest of the mess we've had this week! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I don't know... I shouldn't say that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday was a good day for being with the family.  Monday morning Tommy took the kids dove hunting with some friends.  They brought home 2 birds.  Not much to celebrate over, but it was hunting, nonetheless.  But in the afternoon, it was time for &lt;em&gt;all &lt;/em&gt;of us to go.  We spent nearly 4 hours in the dove field and brought home 5 birds... that our friends shot!! We were awful! My aim is about as good as my first try at challa bread!! LOL! My only claim to fame is that I shot that flying Diet Coke bottle that passed over! LOL! And boy, do I have the bruises to show for it! My poor shoulder...  But the children loved it.  We were all together, doing something we liked, and with the addition of good friends, well... I guess the day might be worth a messy week after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I can say, "Thank you Lord for messy weeks!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Giving thanks always for all things unto God and the Father in the name of our Lord Jesus Christ&lt;/em&gt;;"  &lt;em&gt;Ephesians 5:20&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grateful in Grace,&lt;br /&gt;Lori&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/478027234034795603-353831692215969861?l=thecorbinsfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecorbinsfive.blogspot.com/feeds/353831692215969861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=478027234034795603&amp;postID=353831692215969861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/478027234034795603/posts/default/353831692215969861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/478027234034795603/posts/default/353831692215969861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecorbinsfive.blogspot.com/2009/09/what-messy-week.html' title='What a Messy Week...'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13219131359871841497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yy8-3o09_f0/S4XLxAGprPI/AAAAAAAAASc/W9NWrxsXZ0U/S220/the+perfect+tclc+faddag.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-478027234034795603.post-5046621335213474963</id><published>2009-09-07T10:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T06:44:48.477-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shabbat Shalom...</title><content type='html'>We had the best Sabbath celebration Friday night. After 3 weeks of trying to celebrate the Sabbath, it finally came together. I had tried soooo hard to make good challa bread for the Sabbath feast.... It was........ well, you saw my earlier posts. I couldn't even feed the stuff to my chickens for fear of &lt;em&gt;choking them to death!&lt;/em&gt; But, turns out, I had a bad recipe. Realizing this, I turned to my handy-dandy search engine (aka, Google) and found a recipe that turned out to be so yummy, my kids are begging me for more. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yy8-3o09_f0/SqVD9lPVxWI/AAAAAAAAALM/E3AWyfC7R5w/s1600-h/rolling+pin,+flowers,+shabbat+005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378780055211459938" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yy8-3o09_f0/SqVD9lPVxWI/AAAAAAAAALM/E3AWyfC7R5w/s200/rolling+pin,+flowers,+shabbat+005.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jonah and Rebekah helped roll out the strips of dough for the parts of the braid, and Rebekah braided a whole loaf herself. She was so proud of it. (Hers is the one without the poppy seeds) I wish I'd thought to take a photo of them working the dough.... Anyway, at dinner, the family simply &lt;em&gt;devoured &lt;/em&gt;that bread. (It doesn't hurt that I have a bread-lovin' family, but the bread really was good. We may make some more this week!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yy8-3o09_f0/SqVD-NQ9CKI/AAAAAAAAALU/h0HqrEZ_skw/s1600-h/rolling+pin,+flowers,+shabbat+006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378780065955645602" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yy8-3o09_f0/SqVD-NQ9CKI/AAAAAAAAALU/h0HqrEZ_skw/s200/rolling+pin,+flowers,+shabbat+006.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So after the bread was in the oven, the children set out to make the table beautiful. It was so sweet. They used a table cloth, set out the first candlesticks they could find (a bit large, but we left them!), the red dinner plates (which Jonah and Rebekah decided stood for the blood of Jesus atoning for our sins! I was very proud of them for making that connection, but didn't want to actually think of that as we ate...), and Noah pulled down the stemware. Jonah even thought to wrap our silverware in napkins to finsh off the table. They were so proud of their work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ceremony itself was wonderful. I used two different books to learn the parts of the ceremony and I typed out what we would do. Here's what I came up with...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;My Part&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;The Lord spoke to Moses, saying, “Speak to the sons of Israel, and say to them, ‘The Lord’s appointed times are these.” Following this text of Leviticus 23, God’s first appointment with us is for Sabbath. It’s number one on His list of holy days, both in its listing and frequency.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabbath comes from the Hebrew word Shabbat, which means “rest”. It was born in the very beginning: “thus the heavens and the earth were finished… and He rested… God blessed the seventh day, and sanctified it: because in it He had rested from all his work which God created and made.” (Gen. 2:1-3)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shabbat is for restoration. There is always more to do. Yet, without proper rest and refreshment, human strength and creativity fail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Preparation Prayer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Blessed art thou, O Lord Our God, King of the universe, who has sanctified us by thy commandments and commanded us to be a light unto the nations and has given us Yeshua, Jesus, the light of the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Candles (Light &amp;amp; Say)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Creation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;This candle represents creation. Blessed are you, O Lord our God, King of the Universe, who brings forth light out of darkness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Redemption:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;This candle represents redemption. Jesus said, “I am the light of the world.” Our Lord said, “You are the light of the world. Let your light shine before men in such a way that they may see your good works, and glorify your Father who is in heaven.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Prayer &lt;/strong&gt;(&lt;em&gt;cover your eyes and pray this prayer - Shabbat officially begins when the woman opens her eyes to view the candles that have been lit)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;As we light these candles and set them to give light to all who are in this house, light our lives with the great love of Your Son, Jesus Christ, in whose name we pray… Amen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tommy's Part&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kiddush (blessing over the cup)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Blessed art thou, O Lord our God, King of the Universe, who creates the fruit of the vine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Blessings over the challa (bread)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Blessed art thou, O Lord our God, King of the Universe, who brings forth bread from the earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Blessings over the Children&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Boys:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;May God make you like Ephraim and Manasseh. May He make you, Noah, _______________________. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;(Tommy filled in here, ad lib. I forget exactly what words he used for Noah, but I think it was Honest, Trustworthy, and Hardworking.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;May God make you like Ephraim and Manasseh. May He make you, Jonah, _______________________. &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;(&lt;em&gt;Same here but he used Trustworthy, Hardworking, and Obedient for Jonah. I thought that was neat that he used obedient for Jonah since the Biblical Jonah had a problem with obedience as well. Hmmm.... maybe we should have considered that before naming him "Jonah"!!) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rebekah:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;May you be like Sarah, Rebekah, Rachel and Leah. May God make you, Rebekah, _______________________. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;(For Rebekah he added Pure, Tenderhearted, and Noble. I teared up a little! That really blessed me to hear him blessing our children. Even though that is not a normal practice for our family, it shows me part of his heart and what he wishes for and prays for regarding our children.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Blessing for Your Wife &lt;em&gt;(&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Okay, here's the funny part... When I gave him these cards to read over so he'd be prepared for his part, he read this and asked "Did you come up with this?" Of course I had to laugh and say "Nooo! It's straight from the Bible and that book, thank you!" And when it came time for this part he asked me "Do I have to put my hands on &lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;your&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; head?" I, of course, declined. So with a few chuckles, he read the blessing for the wife...)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;(Proverbs 31:10, 27-30)&lt;br /&gt;An excellent wife, who can find?&lt;br /&gt;For her worth is far above jewels.&lt;br /&gt;She looks well to the ways of her household,&lt;br /&gt;And does not eat the bread of idleness.&lt;br /&gt;Her children rise up and bless her;&lt;br /&gt;Her husband also, and he praises her, saying:&lt;br /&gt;“Many daughters have done nobly, but you excel them all.”&lt;br /&gt;A woman who fears the Lord, she shall be praised. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yy8-3o09_f0/SqVSM7zTPJI/AAAAAAAAALk/kAZWsF25RkY/s1600-h/rolling+pin,+flowers,+shabbat+007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378795712128695442" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yy8-3o09_f0/SqVSM7zTPJI/AAAAAAAAALk/kAZWsF25RkY/s200/rolling+pin,+flowers,+shabbat+007.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, this was a &lt;strong&gt;wonderful&lt;/strong&gt; evening for our family. My kids are all asking for it again. And they've been going around saying "Shabbat Shalom!" to each other and giggling as they all try to pronounce "challa" with the proper gutteral "ch" at the beginning. I'm glad nobody has been a fly on our wall. They'd have thought we'd all been trying to get something really nasty cleared out of our throats!! LOL! I'm so thankful that I have had a chance to teach these things to my children! What a wonderful experience for them AND for Tommy &amp;amp; me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Thank you, Dearest Lord Jesus, for an opportunity to teach my children about You. About the feasts that You would have participated in for 33 1/2 years. Thank you for allowing us to be able to homeschool our kids so that &lt;strong&gt;my heart&lt;/strong&gt; is turned to teaching them the "ordinances and laws, and... showing them the way wherein they must walk, and the work that they must do." (Ex. 18:20) I know if they were in public or even private school my heart would have never been turned toward them in such a way. Thank you for your providence, your plan, and Your Presence... I love you my King. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Living by Grace, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lori&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/478027234034795603-5046621335213474963?l=thecorbinsfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecorbinsfive.blogspot.com/feeds/5046621335213474963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=478027234034795603&amp;postID=5046621335213474963' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/478027234034795603/posts/default/5046621335213474963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/478027234034795603/posts/default/5046621335213474963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecorbinsfive.blogspot.com/2009/09/shabbat-shalom.html' title='Shabbat Shalom...'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13219131359871841497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yy8-3o09_f0/S4XLxAGprPI/AAAAAAAAASc/W9NWrxsXZ0U/S220/the+perfect+tclc+faddag.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yy8-3o09_f0/SqVD9lPVxWI/AAAAAAAAALM/E3AWyfC7R5w/s72-c/rolling+pin,+flowers,+shabbat+005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-478027234034795603.post-3570389141385434544</id><published>2009-09-05T18:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T18:56:05.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Flowers &amp; "Fotos"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yy8-3o09_f0/SqMUx3M572I/AAAAAAAAAK8/AlI9zRxksfY/s1600-h/Rebekah%27s+honey+bee+in+the+flower.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378165226874728290" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yy8-3o09_f0/SqMUx3M572I/AAAAAAAAAK8/AlI9zRxksfY/s200/Rebekah%27s+honey+bee+in+the+flower.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Today I was downloading my camera onto my computer and I got a little surprise. Rebekah had asked me if she could take some pictures of my flowers with my camera. Of course, I told her to be really careful with my camera and she could take some pictures. I asked her did she get any good pictures and her answer was the non-committal "mmm hmmm..." I thought no more about it. I was busy with supper and all, you know. But I never thought she would have taken a picture like this. Actually there were two. The first with no zoom and the second close up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yy8-3o09_f0/SqMUyUzkBaI/AAAAAAAAALE/G_DJVuhBvG0/s1600-h/rolling+pin,+flowers,+shabbat+001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 345px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 262px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378165234821498274" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yy8-3o09_f0/SqMUyUzkBaI/AAAAAAAAALE/G_DJVuhBvG0/s200/rolling+pin,+flowers,+shabbat+001.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was astonished at how beautiful these photos are.  I think I'm going to enter these in the 4-H contest.  They look like something out of a magazine.  I may even blow this up and have it framed for her room.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, I know I'm the Mom here and I'm &lt;em&gt;supposed &lt;/em&gt;to think my kid is great and that her accomplishments are the greatest that ever were.  But unless I'm sadly mistaken, &lt;strong&gt;this is the bomb. &lt;/strong&gt;I may not know much, but I know a good picture when I see one. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hmmm.... Maybe I should give her the camera more often. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dreaming of a wealthy child that can care for me in my old age....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lori &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/478027234034795603-3570389141385434544?l=thecorbinsfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecorbinsfive.blogspot.com/feeds/3570389141385434544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=478027234034795603&amp;postID=3570389141385434544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/478027234034795603/posts/default/3570389141385434544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/478027234034795603/posts/default/3570389141385434544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecorbinsfive.blogspot.com/2009/09/flowers-fotos.html' title='Flowers &amp; &quot;Fotos&quot;'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13219131359871841497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yy8-3o09_f0/S4XLxAGprPI/AAAAAAAAASc/W9NWrxsXZ0U/S220/the+perfect+tclc+faddag.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yy8-3o09_f0/SqMUx3M572I/AAAAAAAAAK8/AlI9zRxksfY/s72-c/Rebekah%27s+honey+bee+in+the+flower.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-478027234034795603.post-8734405715018274379</id><published>2009-08-31T15:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T15:24:56.415-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Menu Monday!</title><content type='html'>I have looked at a couple of blogs I keep up with and Menu Monday seems like a recurring theme!! So here's my rendition of Menu Monday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday evening is always the best time for me to plan my menu for the following week.  I plan meals for the first half of the week based on what I have on hand.  I try to grocery shop on Wednesday mornings while Jonah is at therapy so I plan the remainder of my meals around what I have plus what I plan to buy.  That seems to work well for me.  Preparing that way helps me to plan meals from my freezer and pantry, using what's on hand as much as possible.  And if I have most everything I need for the week, well yay me!  My grocery list is short on Wednesday.  That helps me save money.  I know others that grocery shop first and fix what they find on sale.  I wish that worked for me.  It sounds like a great way to save money but I seem like I'm always wishy-washy when I do that.  And invariably I'll not purchase some key ingredient to being able to use that sale item for a meal that week. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to want someone to just tell me &lt;em&gt;exactly&lt;/em&gt; how to do things.  Menu plan, house clean, get organized, make a schedule, etc.  But as I'm growing older (and, God willing, wiser) I'm seeing that there is just not a cookie cutter that fits every household.  You have to find what works for you and be like Nike - just do it.  It takes some work to find out what works best for you.  But once you do you can run like gangbusters with it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my menu has been updated in the side bar under the photos of my babies.  Hope it's a help or inspiration to someone.  Maybe someone can look at it and say, "If &lt;em&gt;SHE&lt;/em&gt; can do it, I &lt;strong&gt;know &lt;/strong&gt;I can!" LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many Blessings,&lt;br /&gt;Lori&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/478027234034795603-8734405715018274379?l=thecorbinsfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecorbinsfive.blogspot.com/feeds/8734405715018274379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=478027234034795603&amp;postID=8734405715018274379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/478027234034795603/posts/default/8734405715018274379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/478027234034795603/posts/default/8734405715018274379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecorbinsfive.blogspot.com/2009/08/menu-monday.html' title='Menu Monday!'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13219131359871841497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yy8-3o09_f0/S4XLxAGprPI/AAAAAAAAASc/W9NWrxsXZ0U/S220/the+perfect+tclc+faddag.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-478027234034795603.post-2634695397106182097</id><published>2009-08-30T06:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T06:37:19.471-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Days of Chicken Killing</title><content type='html'>Well, this is actually not what it sounds like.  I haven't been in the chicken yard wringing necks, but if I'd thrown the challa bread I made at any of my chickens, it would have killed them for sure.  And the first batch was such a consistency that I couldn't feed it to the chickens for fear of choking them!  Yes, it was hard enough to choke a chicken.  It's OK... go on and laugh.  It really &lt;em&gt;is &lt;/em&gt;funny.  But I refuse to be defeated!!  I'm coming home from church today and trying another recipe and I WILL make some good challa bread before next week's observance of Shabbat.  Yes, I know we were going to celebrate that this &lt;em&gt;past &lt;/em&gt;Friday/Saturday, but as my sweet friend Rina said, "Your Shabbat went to pot!"  And it REALLY did.  Plus, tomatos wait for no Shabbat, and the canning had to be done when the harvest was ready.  So I canned all day yesterday.  Spaghetti sauce and wonderful vegetable soup.  Mmmmm.... I can just imagine that warm soup on a cold, rainy, winter day....  So, that, at least, was successful. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll get this challa bread right yet.  I'll keep u updated on my progress.  And when I get a pretty loaf I take a photo.  I may take a photo of this second batch just for comparison.  It doesn't look too bad, but I don't know that you could love me enough to get that down!  LOL! Not with a straight face anyway!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a Blessed Lord's Day all my friends!&lt;br /&gt;Love in Him,&lt;br /&gt;Lori&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/478027234034795603-2634695397106182097?l=thecorbinsfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecorbinsfive.blogspot.com/feeds/2634695397106182097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=478027234034795603&amp;postID=2634695397106182097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/478027234034795603/posts/default/2634695397106182097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/478027234034795603/posts/default/2634695397106182097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecorbinsfive.blogspot.com/2009/08/two-days-of-chicken-killing.html' title='Two Days of Chicken Killing'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13219131359871841497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yy8-3o09_f0/S4XLxAGprPI/AAAAAAAAASc/W9NWrxsXZ0U/S220/the+perfect+tclc+faddag.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-478027234034795603.post-951802995755667201</id><published>2009-08-26T19:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T20:03:20.960-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Noah&apos;s birthday'/><title type='text'>A Three Year Old Request</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thursday was Noah's 13th birthday. I'll just stop right there. That's enough for a squall session. As a matter of fact, I cried quite a bit on Thursday. But that's &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yy8-3o09_f0/SpXsWbqWoKI/AAAAAAAAAKc/jYVITHB_qhk/s1600-h/014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374461600463233186" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yy8-3o09_f0/SpXsWbqWoKI/AAAAAAAAAKc/jYVITHB_qhk/s200/014.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;another post... So the big birthday was Thursday and we asked Noah what he wanted. Well for 3 years he &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yy8-3o09_f0/SpXxfU2MnVI/AAAAAAAAAK0/m7OAN6XVW8k/s1600-h/012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374467250810821970" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yy8-3o09_f0/SpXxfU2MnVI/AAAAAAAAAK0/m7OAN6XVW8k/s200/012.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;has asked us for one thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A lathe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So we decided to get him one and you'd have thought we had given him gold. He has spent every available second on that thing. He's taken tree limbs and made spindles. He's taken chunks of kindling and made candle holders. He's taken several different woods and experimented to see which ones make the prettiest dowels. It's a hoot. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I'm also proud for him because he is looking to the future, planning on making things to sell. He and my mother came up with a plan tonight. He's going to make old fashioned cedar rolling pins. He &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yy8-3o09_f0/SpXxeg-rj1I/AAAAAAAAAKs/9k1oBIF-K6U/s1600-h/013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374467236887760722" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yy8-3o09_f0/SpXxeg-rj1I/AAAAAAAAAKs/9k1oBIF-K6U/s200/013.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;wants to sell them in the antique store. My sister has a booth there, so maybe he can work out a deal with her to sell some from there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tonight we went to my parents house for Rebekah's sewing lesson. The boys went to help Daddy pick up hay and then it was off to the woods in search of good wood for rolling pins. Of course, we ended up with several things that could be "really neat pencil holders!" (LOL! I love the enthusiasm of youth!) But they brought home some wood that is sure to become a lovely something... And they have a stack of more wood to get home from my parents house.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was tough having Noah turn 13.  It's nuts, I know, but fear and anxiety is most often not rational.  It's hard for me knowing that I still have so much to teach him - so much that I know he doesn't know yet.  So much he needs to learn before he can be the head of his own household.  And the sand is running out of the hourglass!  Time is growing short for me to teach him these things!!  But I am much comforted today writing this post.  Seeing these photos of him working so intently and thinking on his excitement over something to &lt;em&gt;work &lt;/em&gt;with reminds me that it's not all up to me to teach him everything he needs to know.  And my sweet friends at church reminded me Sunday that all I need to teach him is to love the Lord and seek His face.  If I can teach Noah that, my God is able to redeem the time - in an instant! - and &lt;strong&gt;He&lt;/strong&gt; can fill in the gaps.  Am I going to teach him to read?  Yes.  Am I going to teach him to write? Yes.  Am I going to teach him math? No.  (I'm going to send him to Amy Blassingame's house!!!  LOLOLOLOL!)   But I know that if I trust the Lord with my child's heart, show him the way to the Father, thru the Son, guided by the Holy Spirit, then there is a promise in Phil 4:19 that is for him:  "But my God shall supply all your need according to His riches in glory by Christ Jesus."  Praise Him! Praise Him!  I am not able to take care of my child's every need, but my God is.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll agree with Paul... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Now unto God and our Father be glory for ever and ever. A-men." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Phil. 4:20)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Blessed evening, restful night. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lori &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/478027234034795603-951802995755667201?l=thecorbinsfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecorbinsfive.blogspot.com/feeds/951802995755667201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=478027234034795603&amp;postID=951802995755667201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/478027234034795603/posts/default/951802995755667201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/478027234034795603/posts/default/951802995755667201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecorbinsfive.blogspot.com/2009/08/three-year-old-request.html' title='A Three Year Old Request'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13219131359871841497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yy8-3o09_f0/S4XLxAGprPI/AAAAAAAAASc/W9NWrxsXZ0U/S220/the+perfect+tclc+faddag.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yy8-3o09_f0/SpXsWbqWoKI/AAAAAAAAAKc/jYVITHB_qhk/s72-c/014.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-478027234034795603.post-6690001592885967886</id><published>2009-08-25T21:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T21:32:09.194-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='menu'/><title type='text'>Ooops!  I forgot to post my menu!</title><content type='html'>I said I would. I knew I should. I thought I could... but I never did. Sorry! Is it too bad to post the weekly menu when half the week is gone? Maybe not! I'd like to add this as some type of side bar, but I haven't figured that out yet! So here it is, menu time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And by the way, tonight's smoked turkey was divine! I remembered that I had some squash dressing in the freezer and I got that out to have with dinner... Mmmm! Tommy asked me to pack a plate for his lunch tomorrow. I don't usually get any kind of accolades for my meals, but that's pretty darned close!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ta, ta!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wait!  I figured out how to add it to my side bar! Yay!!  So now it's posted after the pics of my hoodlums - I mean, my sweet children!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/478027234034795603-6690001592885967886?l=thecorbinsfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecorbinsfive.blogspot.com/feeds/6690001592885967886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=478027234034795603&amp;postID=6690001592885967886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/478027234034795603/posts/default/6690001592885967886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/478027234034795603/posts/default/6690001592885967886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecorbinsfive.blogspot.com/2009/08/ooops-i-forgot-to-post-my-menu.html' title='Ooops!  I forgot to post my menu!'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13219131359871841497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yy8-3o09_f0/S4XLxAGprPI/AAAAAAAAASc/W9NWrxsXZ0U/S220/the+perfect+tclc+faddag.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-478027234034795603.post-3230927503386347374</id><published>2009-08-25T20:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T20:53:23.751-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Little Seamstress!</title><content type='html'>Rebekah has been taking sewing lessons from my mother this year.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yy8-3o09_f0/SpSpt9k3SKI/AAAAAAAAAJk/IjFQwbToVEE/s1600-h/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374106862448232610" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yy8-3o09_f0/SpSpt9k3SKI/AAAAAAAAAJk/IjFQwbToVEE/s200/004.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She's only had 3 lessons, but Mom says she's progressing so fast that she's going to run out of things to teach her soon!&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yy8-3o09_f0/SpSpuRquIxI/AAAAAAAAAJs/6_5wGMTJSwY/s1600-h/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374106867841508114" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yy8-3o09_f0/SpSpuRquIxI/AAAAAAAAAJs/6_5wGMTJSwY/s200/005.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, Rebekah's sooo proud of herself! She's already made potholders, &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yy8-3o09_f0/SpSpu3_MnII/AAAAAAAAAJ0/zOGq6HXx6cg/s1600-h/007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374106878127938690" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yy8-3o09_f0/SpSpu3_MnII/AAAAAAAAAJ0/zOGq6HXx6cg/s200/007.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;learned how to cut out a pattern, and she'll be starting on making her first apron this week. Mom said that this was how she learned when she first started so that's how she's teaching Rebekah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I had bought some material a long time ago to make Rebekah some cute little cool sundresses for this summer.  Well, u see I got &lt;em&gt;that &lt;/em&gt;done.  But I'm proud I didn't because my little girl has taken those pieces of material and has made &lt;em&gt;her own&lt;/em&gt; dress!  Of course this material comes already smocked at the top, but still she had to cut off the bottom, make straps, sew the side seam, and add the straps&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yy8-3o09_f0/SpSpvhDbxNI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/NSB9E1s5Wm4/s1600-h/015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374106889151562962" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yy8-3o09_f0/SpSpvhDbxNI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/NSB9E1s5Wm4/s200/015.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yy8-3o09_f0/SpSpwDsq70I/AAAAAAAAAKE/z3IA4yYDkMQ/s1600-h/016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374106898451328834" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yy8-3o09_f0/SpSpwDsq70I/AAAAAAAAAKE/z3IA4yYDkMQ/s200/016.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; to finish the dress.  As far as I'm concerned, that's not too shabby for her 3rd lesson! (Can u tell I'm proud of her?) And she did all of that &lt;strong&gt;by her-self! &lt;/strong&gt;My mother only finished the hem at the bottom for her.  She was able to wear her dress to our CHENM night of encouragement Friday night and to church Sunday.  She's probably shown that dress to 75 people!  Now she's planning on taking some of the other dress fabric and making matching skirts for her and I.  I'm proud of her for being iterested in something that's going to be so beneficial to her for her whole life.  What a blessing watching your daughter already beginning to emulate the Proverbs 31 woman.  &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"She is not afraid of the snow for her household: for all her household are clothed with scarlet. She maketh herself coverings of tapestry; her clothing is silk and purple." (Proverbs 31:21-22) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;I pray the Lord that this will only be the beginning of that virtuous journey for her.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Many daughters have done virtuously, but thou excellest them all." &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/478027234034795603-3230927503386347374?l=thecorbinsfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecorbinsfive.blogspot.com/feeds/3230927503386347374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=478027234034795603&amp;postID=3230927503386347374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/478027234034795603/posts/default/3230927503386347374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/478027234034795603/posts/default/3230927503386347374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecorbinsfive.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-little-seamstress.html' title='My Little Seamstress!'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13219131359871841497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yy8-3o09_f0/S4XLxAGprPI/AAAAAAAAASc/W9NWrxsXZ0U/S220/the+perfect+tclc+faddag.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yy8-3o09_f0/SpSpt9k3SKI/AAAAAAAAAJk/IjFQwbToVEE/s72-c/004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-478027234034795603.post-3388309564995274487</id><published>2009-08-25T19:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T20:02:24.477-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny Buddies...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yy8-3o09_f0/SpSj2gTncvI/AAAAAAAAAJc/bXbzqI5X7mM/s1600-h/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374100412140319474" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yy8-3o09_f0/SpSj2gTncvI/AAAAAAAAAJc/bXbzqI5X7mM/s320/002.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A couple of weeks ago Jonah's friend, Austin, came over. As usual, they had a great time, after we got home! It was one of those days where I had 13 places to go - u know pop in and out. Those days wear you out. And the kids had to go with me. They were troopers. Very good - very little complaining... So when I made my last stop at the little grocery in Sherman, there was a quarter prize machine right at the check-out. (Whoever puts those things there should be tarred and feathered) And in the machine was these peel and stick mustaches. Well of course, I just &lt;em&gt;had &lt;/em&gt;to get the kids one for being so good for me that day. They were so funny! I had forgotten that I had taken this photo until I started downloading my camera tonight. What a pair! International spies got nothing on these two! Ha! Well what was really funny was the "grandpa grey" mustache that Rebekah had on, but she gracefully declined to be in the photo! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O, to be a kid again! Where the only troubles I see are the agonizing decisions over which kind of ice cream I'd rather have...  But wait. Maybe being grown up is better.  Then I can just choose to have one bite of each kind!  HA! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If all the problems of life were that easy to solve!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/478027234034795603-3388309564995274487?l=thecorbinsfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecorbinsfive.blogspot.com/feeds/3388309564995274487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=478027234034795603&amp;postID=3388309564995274487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/478027234034795603/posts/default/3388309564995274487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/478027234034795603/posts/default/3388309564995274487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecorbinsfive.blogspot.com/2009/08/funny-buddies.html' title='Funny Buddies...'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13219131359871841497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yy8-3o09_f0/S4XLxAGprPI/AAAAAAAAASc/W9NWrxsXZ0U/S220/the+perfect+tclc+faddag.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yy8-3o09_f0/SpSj2gTncvI/AAAAAAAAAJc/bXbzqI5X7mM/s72-c/002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-478027234034795603.post-7423400896770694266</id><published>2009-08-12T18:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T19:41:12.845-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blessings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='running'/><title type='text'>Hahahahahahaha.... Wipe Out!</title><content type='html'>Come on... I know you're hearing the song in your head right now. But that's not the kind of wipe out I mean. I mean the WIPED OUT that I have been today. I have felt like I've been walking through chest deep water all day long.  And it just occurred to me this evening that I have been going &lt;em&gt;wide open&lt;/em&gt; every day for over a week. I have rushed from one thing to another trying to knock out that never ending "to do" list and I am &lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;worn out&lt;/span&gt;. So, Lord willing and the creek don't rise, I'm taking a break tomorrow. I'm actually going to &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sleep&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;in.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (gasp!!!) Yes, I will be sleeping IN tomorrow morning. I won't be getting up until &lt;strong&gt;6:30&lt;/strong&gt;!! Woo hoo, I feel just &lt;em&gt;decadent!!&lt;/em&gt; Of course, 6:30 is also when my kids get up so I will probably be wishing all day long that I would have just gotten up at my normal time so I would have 5 minutes of quiet during my day. I may just need to go down to Anita's and borrow her tub! Oh, I mean, her "research library". &lt;em&gt;Oh... my kingdom for a tub... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I digress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we'll do our normal school routine, I'm just not going running in the morning. We'll see if that makes much of a difference. I think we're supposed to be taking it easy tomorrow anyway - from a training perspective. I know one thing, though. For somebody who has such a great schedule going, I have done a LOUSY job of lesson planning. My kids have done almost EVERYTHING I had planned to this point and I haven't had enough time to sit down and gather up anything else. Add that to the fact that I had to wait so long to order curriculum that a lot of it isn't in yet and, well... I may just be bad and take the ENTIRE day off tomorrow.  And it's only the first week of school. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Naaa... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll come up with something to do. There was something about painting a sailing scene with watercolors that I didn't do with them today. I'll send them outside with paint shirts, paints, and a huge peice of butcher paper and see what my little Picassos come up with. That ought to keep 'em busy for at least an hour.  Then we may have a "cushion day" and read, read, read! That ought to be slothful enough!  Hope all you racers out there are planning to rest up tomorrow. Don't know that it will actually &lt;em&gt;help &lt;/em&gt;one that's hindered with corpulence and torpidity like me. Nonetheless, I will strive... (we've been playing with the thesaurus today)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been reading several things lately, but one thing I've read is about blessings. I have read that long ago it was common for blessings to be pronounced upon people for which you cared and wished good things to. And I would like to bless you. I know that there are a few of you ladies that keep up with me and read my ramblings with grins of indulgence on your faces. And I do love you my dear friends. So this is my blessing for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;As you turn your heart to our Lord in the morning, may your day be filled with peace. May the grace and mercy of our Heavenly Father surround you and comfort you. May He wrap His arms of love around you tomorrow. And even though there will be moments of chaos, in the midst of it may you hear His Voice and be at peace. The blessings of our Lord Jesus Christ be upon you and all in your household, my friends. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In His Love,&lt;br /&gt;Lori&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/478027234034795603-7423400896770694266?l=thecorbinsfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecorbinsfive.blogspot.com/feeds/7423400896770694266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=478027234034795603&amp;postID=7423400896770694266' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/478027234034795603/posts/default/7423400896770694266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/478027234034795603/posts/default/7423400896770694266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecorbinsfive.blogspot.com/2009/08/hahahahahahaha-wipe-out.html' title='Hahahahahahaha.... Wipe Out!'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13219131359871841497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yy8-3o09_f0/S4XLxAGprPI/AAAAAAAAASc/W9NWrxsXZ0U/S220/the+perfect+tclc+faddag.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-478027234034795603.post-6641109031801389793</id><published>2009-08-11T19:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T19:29:58.886-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cross country'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bodock run'/><title type='text'>Oxygen, PLEASE!</title><content type='html'>Oh, my, oh, my, oh, my.... One of the Johnson girls has a shirt that says, "Running's a mental sport... and we're all insane!"  To that I say.... YEP!!  I ran the Bodock 5K route this morning with my sister - well, in truth, I ran the "downs" and walked the "ups" of the 15 ups and downs along the route! The first half of the course wasn't so bad and I was feeling pretty good about myself... Until we turned around.  The gradual incline starts just about at Becky Brock's old house and goes all the way to the hospital.  Let me just say this:  Anybody that can actually RUN that monster is a better woman, man, athlete, EVERYTHING than I am! That hill is &lt;em&gt;not &lt;/em&gt;for the faint of heart.  I asked Lynn today at cross country how long she thought that incline was and she answered "A MILE!"  Well, I know it's not that long, but it &lt;em&gt;sure &lt;/em&gt;feels that way! My sister told me that her daughter always said she knew she had it made once she got to the hospital.  Well, I was looking for that hospital and by the time I got there I was thinking "&lt;em&gt;maybe I have just enough steam to make it into the ER!!!"  &lt;/em&gt;And then there's the funeral home.  If you pass up the ER, you can always land at the door of the funeral home.  They'll take REAL good care of you! My sister swore that was where she was headed after today! I was &lt;em&gt;INCLINED &lt;/em&gt;to agree with her! (get it?  the killer &lt;strong&gt;incline&lt;/strong&gt; on the way back? Yeah, I know, that was bad.  But give me a break - I'm tired!)  But, anyway, I suppose you can see that I didn't die as I'm blogging the experience.  So tomorrow I do it again with my boys.  Yes, I know. I'm brain dead.  Like the shirt says, "we're all insane". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Groan... &lt;/em&gt;where's my Tylenol?&lt;br /&gt;L&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/478027234034795603-6641109031801389793?l=thecorbinsfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecorbinsfive.blogspot.com/feeds/6641109031801389793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=478027234034795603&amp;postID=6641109031801389793' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/478027234034795603/posts/default/6641109031801389793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/478027234034795603/posts/default/6641109031801389793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecorbinsfive.blogspot.com/2009/08/oxygen-please.html' title='Oxygen, PLEASE!'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13219131359871841497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yy8-3o09_f0/S4XLxAGprPI/AAAAAAAAASc/W9NWrxsXZ0U/S220/the+perfect+tclc+faddag.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-478027234034795603.post-7420078833122025072</id><published>2009-08-10T10:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T10:43:12.427-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='foreign language'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='greek'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bodock run'/><title type='text'>That's Greek to me...</title><content type='html'>Who knew that &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Greek&lt;/span&gt; with my kids would be fun???  We started our first "official" day of school today and one of our new subjects is Greek.  We're using "Hey, Andrew! Teach Me Some Greek!" and it's fun! The kids liked learning the phrase "The Lord is my helper"  and being able to actually speak a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Greek&lt;/span&gt; phrase after one 30 minute lesson.  And they like the ABC song (or, well, the alpha, beta, gamma song.. it's cute). I googled "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Greek&lt;/span&gt; alphabet cards" and found a banner of the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Greek&lt;/span&gt; alphabet that I printed to hang up in our school room.  We're learning 5 per day until we can get the whole thing and sing the whole song.  Then we'll be making some progress.  I'm really looking forward to this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U know, it actually makes me feel a bit more erudite to be learning a foreign language.  See, I can even use some of those $2 words from time to time! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, keeping with the schedule... it's lunch time now.  Gotta run! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, hey!!  I did run this morning.  I met my sister at 6 this morning and ran.  Tomorrow we're doing the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Bodock&lt;/span&gt; 5K route.  I feel like singing the Dora "We Did It!" song! Woo, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hoo&lt;/span&gt;... we did it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeking His will,&lt;br /&gt;Lori&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/478027234034795603-7420078833122025072?l=thecorbinsfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecorbinsfive.blogspot.com/feeds/7420078833122025072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=478027234034795603&amp;postID=7420078833122025072' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/478027234034795603/posts/default/7420078833122025072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/478027234034795603/posts/default/7420078833122025072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecorbinsfive.blogspot.com/2009/08/thats-greek-to-me.html' title='That&apos;s Greek to me...'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13219131359871841497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yy8-3o09_f0/S4XLxAGprPI/AAAAAAAAASc/W9NWrxsXZ0U/S220/the+perfect+tclc+faddag.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-478027234034795603.post-2875367173698980708</id><published>2009-08-07T11:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T12:00:54.922-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Comments, please?</title><content type='html'>All you sweet friends that comment on my blog, I don't know how to comment BACK!  Please don't think I'm ignoring you!  I'm not ignorING, I'm ignorANT! How's that for today's spelling lesson!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/478027234034795603-2875367173698980708?l=thecorbinsfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecorbinsfive.blogspot.com/feeds/2875367173698980708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=478027234034795603&amp;postID=2875367173698980708' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/478027234034795603/posts/default/2875367173698980708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/478027234034795603/posts/default/2875367173698980708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecorbinsfive.blogspot.com/2009/08/comments-please.html' title='Comments, please?'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13219131359871841497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yy8-3o09_f0/S4XLxAGprPI/AAAAAAAAASc/W9NWrxsXZ0U/S220/the+perfect+tclc+faddag.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-478027234034795603.post-2103987975425104505</id><published>2009-08-07T11:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T11:45:28.332-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life's Little Lessons</title><content type='html'>What's UP with the socks???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I know we all have to deal with the sock issue.  There are feet and feet need socks.  But what's up with socks under the bed, socks IN the bed, socks under the couch, socks in the corner, SOCKS IN THE PANTRY IN MY KITCHEN!!!!!!  (Yeah, somebody's goin' down for that one, trust me...) I mean the sock thing should &lt;em&gt;not &lt;/em&gt;be such an issue.  I have finally trained my DH to pull his socks together when he takes them off.  That's GREAT!  But my children, however, seem to be bringing new meaning to the term "resistance training".  Ok, ok... let me go back so you can understand where I'm going with this thing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, I have this sock monster that lives in my washer and dryer.  One day he's in the washer, the next in the dryer.  Who knows where he's going to pop up next!  So I got smart one day and decided that I was going to put a stop to the tyrannical rule of the sock monster.  I started pinning my socks together before washing.  It's GREAT!  (You have to use the &lt;em&gt;good &lt;/em&gt;safety pins that you get from the sewing dept. or from a fabric store.  But once you have your pins, they will last you for years! I've been using mine for nearly 4 years now.) Pin them together, throw them in the wash, dry, unpin to pull together and you're done!  No more searching the clothes basket for hours searching for that "other sock".  It's right there, attached to its mate.  (See, I'm smarter than I look...) But here's the catch: first you have to have BOTH socks to be able to pin them together.  I have been just automatically pinning mine together before hitting the hamper with them.  DH pulls his together for me so I don't have to search for them.  But my kids... Arrrrrgggggghhhhh!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now flash forward to today.  Here I am, having a hamper full (and on the floor and behind the hamper, etc.) of these socks to go thru and try to pin together - if I find the match- or just wash them and try to match them later.  But if I match them AFTER they're washed, I have to fight the sock monster.  See, he doesn't get the ones that are pinned together.  (I guess he only likes one at a time...) So I decided to make the KIDS go thru those socks!  Heh, heh, heh, heh.... (that's my evil laugh) It took an HOUR to go thru all those socks, match them, pin them, and get them ready for washing.  That was one of the best hours I've had in ages.  I could hear the kids fussing with one another... "You need to learn to put your socks together NOAH! Your socks STINK!"  "Well, if you'd quit hiding all your socks under the couch, we wouldn't have 75 pairs to be going thru, JONAH!"  "Both of your feet stink and I only have one pair of socks in this whole pile and I'm having to do this too so HUSH!"  (that one was Rebekah)  I was just &lt;em&gt;SMILING &lt;/em&gt;as I folded the other clothes.  Laughing a bit to myself, thinking 'Thank you Lord for life's little lessons... and humor.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hee, hee, hee...  (that's my silly little "I did something funny and mean" laugh... &lt;em&gt;he, he, he!!&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/478027234034795603-2103987975425104505?l=thecorbinsfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecorbinsfive.blogspot.com/feeds/2103987975425104505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=478027234034795603&amp;postID=2103987975425104505' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/478027234034795603/posts/default/2103987975425104505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/478027234034795603/posts/default/2103987975425104505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecorbinsfive.blogspot.com/2009/08/lifes-little-lessons.html' title='Life&apos;s Little Lessons'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13219131359871841497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yy8-3o09_f0/S4XLxAGprPI/AAAAAAAAASc/W9NWrxsXZ0U/S220/the+perfect+tclc+faddag.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-478027234034795603.post-8626736788673203290</id><published>2009-08-06T19:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T19:37:23.174-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Anybody Remember Hee Haw?</title><content type='html'>Surely you can remember the old song, "Gloom, despair, and agony on me... OH!!  Deep dark depression, excessive misery.... OH!  If it weren't for bad luck I'd have no luck at all.... OH!!  Gloom, despair, and agony on me!"  Yes, the words to the song are depressingly pitiful, it's true, but the whole thing was IMMENSELY funny as the different characters told outlandish tales to out-do the other one's bad luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'll let you know in the morning who wins the "Pitiful" contest... Tommy ran with us this afternoon.  I was a SAD sight trying to run (it was some HOT out there!) and my husband (who hasn't run in 15 years) decided he was going to lay into running most of that mile without stopping and left me in the dust.  So since my shoes have been killing my feet, I've been hobbling around the house all evening looking like I have had some form of torture done to them and my DH has been reminding me of Hee Haw every time he gets up... OH!  Sad, gloomy, and depressingly pitiful... But &lt;em&gt;immensely funny!!  &lt;/em&gt;Hee, hee, he haw, haw, haw! Hee Haw!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good night Lulu, Grandpaw, Minnie Pearl, and BR549!&lt;br /&gt;L&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/478027234034795603-8626736788673203290?l=thecorbinsfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecorbinsfive.blogspot.com/feeds/8626736788673203290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=478027234034795603&amp;postID=8626736788673203290' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/478027234034795603/posts/default/8626736788673203290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/478027234034795603/posts/default/8626736788673203290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecorbinsfive.blogspot.com/2009/08/anybody-remember-hee-haw.html' title='Anybody Remember Hee Haw?'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13219131359871841497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yy8-3o09_f0/S4XLxAGprPI/AAAAAAAAASc/W9NWrxsXZ0U/S220/the+perfect+tclc+faddag.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-478027234034795603.post-3656005554003526596</id><published>2009-08-06T08:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T08:54:28.034-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Scheduling Woes!!</title><content type='html'>Ohhhh!!!  I'm so flustered!  The kids and I worked so hard on our schedule and we have hit a snag already!  I'm beginning to think that the devil doesn't want me to have a schedule and he sure doesn't want me to have one that WORKS!!  We had things going great until I found out that Cross Country practice was in the &lt;em&gt;afternoons &lt;/em&gt;now instead of the mornings.  Sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's what we started with:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Monday (our ONLY day at home)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6:30 - rise and shine!  (Morning routine)&lt;br /&gt;7:30 - reclaim our home from the weekend&lt;br /&gt;10:00 - Begin our school day...&lt;br /&gt;     10 - Bible&lt;br /&gt;     10:30 - Greek&lt;br /&gt;     11:00 - 3r's&lt;br /&gt;     12:30 - Lunch&lt;br /&gt;     1:00 - read alouds&lt;br /&gt;     1:30 - KONOS&lt;br /&gt;     3:00 - Individual Reading Work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;4:00 - School's OUT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4:00 - Life Application Science (in other words, Noah will be woodworking, Jonah will be gardening, and Rebekah will be sewing... We're all learning different things this year to benefit them for LIFE!  I'm as excited about this as I am ANYTHING!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5:30 - Evening Chores&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8:00 - Reading and Bedtime Routine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9:30 - Lights Out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the rest of our week looks much the same... Factor in cross country on Tuesdays and Thursdays at 4pm, therapy for Jonah on Wednesday and Friday at 8 am, and sewing lessons for Rebekah at 4:30 on Wednesday evenings and WHEW!!! We are packed!  Does anybody else have a schedule like this?  But here's the blessed thing about this schedule... Our Lord is not a god of chaos, but He is The God of Order and as long as He's ordering our steps it's all going to be alright!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't have a schedule mapped out yet?  Let me encourage you to do so.  It will make you feel better to just have a plan. I'm SOOOO not good with schedules (I AM Ms. Perpetual E. Late!) But having this schedule gives me a standard.  A starting point.  A map that I can return to when those days happen (and they WILL) that throw everything for a loop.  I can go back to my map and start again thanking God for the order that He shows me every day in His creation.  My failures remind me that I CANNOT... But He CAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a blessed day my friends,&lt;br /&gt;L&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/478027234034795603-3656005554003526596?l=thecorbinsfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecorbinsfive.blogspot.com/feeds/3656005554003526596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=478027234034795603&amp;postID=3656005554003526596' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/478027234034795603/posts/default/3656005554003526596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/478027234034795603/posts/default/3656005554003526596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecorbinsfive.blogspot.com/2009/08/scheduling-woes.html' title='Scheduling Woes!!'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13219131359871841497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yy8-3o09_f0/S4XLxAGprPI/AAAAAAAAASc/W9NWrxsXZ0U/S220/the+perfect+tclc+faddag.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-478027234034795603.post-7744308248638801412</id><published>2009-08-05T05:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T05:32:26.293-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Dead.... Yet</title><content type='html'>Hi-de-ho!  No, I haven't fallen off the planet.  Although I'll admit to falling off the deep end from time to time.... I have come to find that blogging is harder than I thought it was going to be, so I'll try again.  Many things going on in the world of Corbin, but we have.... &lt;em&gt;wait for it.........&lt;/em&gt;A SCHEDULE!!  I'm so proud! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm headed off to Curves &amp;amp; I promise to post all about our family schedule when I return.  Seriously!  I even have time on my schedule for it!!  HA! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessings,&lt;br /&gt;Lori&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/478027234034795603-7744308248638801412?l=thecorbinsfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecorbinsfive.blogspot.com/feeds/7744308248638801412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=478027234034795603&amp;postID=7744308248638801412' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/478027234034795603/posts/default/7744308248638801412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/478027234034795603/posts/default/7744308248638801412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecorbinsfive.blogspot.com/2009/08/not-dead-yet.html' title='Not Dead.... Yet'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13219131359871841497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yy8-3o09_f0/S4XLxAGprPI/AAAAAAAAASc/W9NWrxsXZ0U/S220/the+perfect+tclc+faddag.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-478027234034795603.post-118172424814480141</id><published>2009-01-14T23:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T23:34:28.580-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Turkey Day Sisters Pictures... Update</title><content type='html'>Well, I forgot to tell you!  Dear ol' sis had an ulterior motive for our "Sisters" picture.  She gave us the picture for Christmas in the prettiest shadowbox style frame.  It had "Sisters" printed on the glass above the picture.  It turned out really good... Even with my "fluffy" self front and center.  My sisters and I always exchange little happies at Christmas.  But what's so funny is watching the twins every year.  Every year they try to get something that the other one won't and they get almost the same thing every time.  Last year it was watches, this year it was charm necklaces, two years ago it was really nice, super soft scarves and fuzzy socks.  I'm telling you, it's a hoot! They are so weird about stuff sometimes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, just thought y'all might want to know what was up with the picture that I didn't want to take... It turned out great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/478027234034795603-118172424814480141?l=thecorbinsfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecorbinsfive.blogspot.com/feeds/118172424814480141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=478027234034795603&amp;postID=118172424814480141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/478027234034795603/posts/default/118172424814480141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/478027234034795603/posts/default/118172424814480141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecorbinsfive.blogspot.com/2009/01/turkey-day-sisters-pictures-update.html' title='Turkey Day Sisters Pictures... Update'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13219131359871841497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yy8-3o09_f0/S4XLxAGprPI/AAAAAAAAASc/W9NWrxsXZ0U/S220/the+perfect+tclc+faddag.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-478027234034795603.post-2154106510214299811</id><published>2008-11-29T20:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T20:37:50.909-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Turkey Sisters Day Pictures????</title><content type='html'>Hello all! Here's hoping your turkey day was especially thankful. Mine was going to be... before my nutty sister sent me a text message that we were taking "Sister Pictures" at Thanksgiving. I sent her a text back asking who's dumb idea that was. She replied, "Mine."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Oops...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, of course I balked!! &lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Number one&lt;/span&gt;, I had planned on wearing my bright, goofy fall shirt and my pumpkin earrings I always wear one time a year... Thanksgiving. &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Number two&lt;/span&gt;, I had no intentions of "fixing up" and was seriously just thinking about wearing no make-up and my hair in a clippy. Well, they're my family, right? No need to foo-foo up for them... They're stuck with me!! LOL!! And who wants to worry about lipstick, fixed hair, and a less than totally comfortable shirt when you're planning on eating your mom's turkey with dressing and all the fixins? Sigh.... But I had received my marching orders and nothing for me to do than break out the war paint, the heat rods, and the girdle... I hate having my picture taken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had hoped she had forgotten. We'd made it almost to dark and if I could get to five o'clock I could say that there just wasn't enough good light.... &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sooorrryyyyy! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;But she remembered. And out we tramped into the yard, looking for a good background, something we could all hide behind, and the best way to arrange the four of us. We wanted the twins together. But try as we might, we couldn't seem to work it out where the photo looked right. And then we did this stagger thing... Why does the fat sister always get stuck in the front?? There ought to be a rule that the fat sister gets to stand behind whatever she chooses so that she doesn't have to show all 15 rolls to the world!! My preference of places was to stand behind &lt;em&gt;the camera! &lt;/em&gt;But, having none of that, my sister, alas, relegated me to the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;front &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;of the picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We fiddled, we fuddled, we tried to get in the right position until finally my goofy sister reached around and drew us all together so that we were laughing as we were trying to get a good shot and not fall off the big log flat onto our fannies....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Here's what we got...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yy8-3o09_f0/STIV6C--LXI/AAAAAAAAAH8/7dobHgGafrE/s1600-h/Best+Photo+of+Sisters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274302200581860722" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yy8-3o09_f0/STIV6C--LXI/AAAAAAAAAH8/7dobHgGafrE/s400/Best+Photo+of+Sisters.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is Thanksgiving?&lt;/strong&gt; Thanking the Lord for what you have been given, spending time with your family, enjoying good food, and making memories together. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Yeah, I guess I did have a good Thanksgiving. Hope yours was as good as mine. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Thank you Lord for the things I have been given... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;and for the things I have not. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Lori &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/478027234034795603-2154106510214299811?l=thecorbinsfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecorbinsfive.blogspot.com/feeds/2154106510214299811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=478027234034795603&amp;postID=2154106510214299811' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/478027234034795603/posts/default/2154106510214299811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/478027234034795603/posts/default/2154106510214299811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecorbinsfive.blogspot.com/2008/11/turkey-sisters-day-pictures.html' title='Turkey Sisters Day Pictures????'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13219131359871841497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yy8-3o09_f0/S4XLxAGprPI/AAAAAAAAASc/W9NWrxsXZ0U/S220/the+perfect+tclc+faddag.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yy8-3o09_f0/STIV6C--LXI/AAAAAAAAAH8/7dobHgGafrE/s72-c/Best+Photo+of+Sisters.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-478027234034795603.post-3454167746028943552</id><published>2008-11-26T19:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T07:38:02.136-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='taking pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas Cards'/><title type='text'>Picture Time</title><content type='html'>Okay... What does it say about you when you can take great pictures of someone else's kids but you just can't seem to get any good ones out of your own?? That was rhetorical, please don't answer that because I'm not sure I want to know!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I decided that today the day was sufficiently pretty, the day was not too cold, we didn't have anywhere else we had to be, so it &lt;em&gt;must &lt;/em&gt;be a good day for pictures, right? So off we go to the choruses of "Awwww Mom!" "I wanted to build a fire!" "Do we have to??" "Can't we do it tomorrow?" "Can I just wear what I've got on?" &lt;em&gt;(that one was about the last straw for me as the child in question was artfully decorated with peanut butter and bird seed from the pine cone feeders they had been making... and he asks can he just wear what he's got on! Arrrrgggghhhhh!!!) &lt;/em&gt;So I give them all the "Mommy Face" (yeah, I hear ya laughing... you've got one too!) and we get fluffed and puffed and head out to the field. I was certain that, with my new found skill at photography, I would be able to &lt;em&gt;snap, snap, snap, &lt;/em&gt;and have the perfect Christmas card photo of my three lovely children. This was the first attemp&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yy8-3o09_f0/SS4dj9s_vOI/AAAAAAAAAHE/hNeAus98Xa0/s1600-h/11.26.08+038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273184717393345762" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 142px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 208px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yy8-3o09_f0/SS4dj9s_vOI/AAAAAAAAAHE/hNeAus98Xa0/s320/11.26.08+038.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;t...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Now, God love him, my wild man just &lt;strong&gt;cannot&lt;/strong&gt; behave... So we're off for another attempt. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yy8-3o09_f0/SS4fMNygA5I/AAAAAAAAAHM/ISsxnvht1E8/s1600-h/11.26.08+021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273186508417794962" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yy8-3o09_f0/SS4fMNygA5I/AAAAAAAAAHM/ISsxnvht1E8/s320/11.26.08+021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;This time we're looking better, but still just a little silly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Are we eeevvver going to get a good picture??? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, suffice it to say, each of my children were well on their way to the &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;wooden spoon award&lt;/span&gt; when they finally decided to act like civilized children.... And then my camera messed up. I feel like Charlie Brown when he goes to kick that football that Lucy's been holding for the past 40 years... &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aaaaarrrrrggggghhhhhh!!! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I got blurry shots, I got dark shots, I got enough red-eye shots that I was beginning to wonder was my camera picking up on the little devil I know is in each one of my children!!! I changed settings and took pictures, I changed my position and took pictures, I tried to change the lighting but that wasn't working out for me.... And then, finally, (after I fell over backwards while squatting down trying to get a good shot)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yy8-3o09_f0/SS4koHlRjxI/AAAAAAAAAHU/kmMvG8_QLY0/s1600-h/11.26.08+024.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yy8-3o09_f0/SS4koHlRjxI/AAAAAAAAAHU/kmMvG8_QLY0/s1600-h/11.26.08+024.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yy8-3o09_f0/SS4qbDRAWlI/AAAAAAAAAH0/Xt9v-hdlAu4/s1600-h/11.26.08+024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273198857918896722" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yy8-3o09_f0/SS4qbDRAWlI/AAAAAAAAAH0/Xt9v-hdlAu4/s320/11.26.08+024.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;And my kids got so tickled at Mom's goofiness....&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;We got the shot &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;we'd been &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;looking for...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273197150964567234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yy8-3o09_f0/SS4o3sXYTMI/AAAAAAAAAHs/1GgzguY0yhg/s400/11.26.08+019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Isn't it precious when you look back on photos of your children and you realize that it really didn't matter that there were grass stains on their jeans. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;It wasn't important that that shirt didn't really fit very well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;It won't even be remembered that the shoes that were worn were his play shoes instead of his good ones... nobody will even notice. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;What's important is the love we have for our children... the love they have for us... the looks on their precious faces as you remember them in this one particular moment in time, how sweet they are, how aggravating they were at that age, how they made you laugh, &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;and how they will never be that age ever again.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;And you stop for a moment and you thank God above for the blessing of your children. And you pray that as they are such a blessing to you, God will give you strength, courage, wisdom, knowledge, kindness, steadfastness, and great heaping measures of grace so that you may also be a blessing to them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;"And her children arise up and call her blessed;..." Proverbs 31:28&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;My goal in life is that some day my children shall "arise up and call (me) blessed".... without me having to withold food until they do. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Have a blessed night and sweet sleep my friends... ;-)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;L&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/478027234034795603-3454167746028943552?l=thecorbinsfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecorbinsfive.blogspot.com/feeds/3454167746028943552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=478027234034795603&amp;postID=3454167746028943552' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/478027234034795603/posts/default/3454167746028943552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/478027234034795603/posts/default/3454167746028943552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecorbinsfive.blogspot.com/2008/11/picture-time.html' title='Picture Time'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13219131359871841497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yy8-3o09_f0/S4XLxAGprPI/AAAAAAAAASc/W9NWrxsXZ0U/S220/the+perfect+tclc+faddag.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yy8-3o09_f0/SS4dj9s_vOI/AAAAAAAAAHE/hNeAus98Xa0/s72-c/11.26.08+038.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-478027234034795603.post-8010076860953098559</id><published>2008-11-23T19:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T19:25:16.533-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='growing up'/><title type='text'>A lot of growing in a year...</title><content type='html'>Hey, y'all.  I was just showing my DH my "new blog" and while we were looking at the photos that I have posted we began to notice something odd.... The photo I have at the top of the page is a photo taken at Christmas 2007.  Yes, only last year.  I noticed Noah.  Then I took a look at the photo I have of Noah individually....   I had a Rip Van Winkle moment!!  Look at the difference in my child!!!  He went from little boy to young man seemingly over night!  Now, I don't remember playing nine pins with little short men in the mountains, but I am totally astonished that this kind of change could have happened &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;in only a year&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;  I mean gee whiz!  The boy has grown nearly 5 inches, his voice is changing, and he has the makings of a &lt;strong&gt;serious &lt;/strong&gt;mustache!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!   Baaaaawwwwwwllllll......... (deep breath) blubbbbbbbber!  (sniff, sniff.... bloooooow, sniff)  This is just not fair!!  This business of watching your little boy become a young man is hard!  Why did nobody &lt;em&gt;tell me????? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I guess putting a brick on his head would be moot at this point, huh?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to bed, pulling the cover over my head, and if I wake up to a bunch of little men playing games in the mountains, they'll be wishing they put the nine pins up before I got there because I'm gonna clobber them with 'em!!!  &lt;em&gt;(muttering).... Rip Van Winkle &lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ME &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;will ya....  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/478027234034795603-8010076860953098559?l=thecorbinsfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecorbinsfive.blogspot.com/feeds/8010076860953098559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=478027234034795603&amp;postID=8010076860953098559' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/478027234034795603/posts/default/8010076860953098559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/478027234034795603/posts/default/8010076860953098559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecorbinsfive.blogspot.com/2008/11/lot-of-growing-in-year.html' title='A lot of growing in a year...'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13219131359871841497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yy8-3o09_f0/S4XLxAGprPI/AAAAAAAAASc/W9NWrxsXZ0U/S220/the+perfect+tclc+faddag.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-478027234034795603.post-6691335838998867577</id><published>2008-11-23T17:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T19:04:01.398-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='awesome God'/><title type='text'>God is so cool!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Anita has said it so many times, and today I saw it &lt;em&gt;yet again! &lt;/em&gt;God knows what we need before we need it.  Now I know this is going to strike some as trivial, but to me it just shows me anew how God cares for even the little things in my life.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As some of you already know, in the spring I'll be with this HUGE co-op (the largest one I've ever been a part of... I'm praying NOW! HA!) and we will be studying cooperation/states and regions.  Well, as I was babysitting a friend's child this afternoon I was channel surfing and what did I see on the History channel?  A DOCUMENTARY ON THE STATES!!!  There will be a snippet of material on each one of the 52 states.  I didn't even know that there was such a documentary! I began recording the series immediately.  While this may seem like no big deal, let me give u this little flash back:  This semester we have been studying wisdom/government and founding fathers/presidents and electoral process.  And boy has this semester been tough.  Not so much the material - although there was a &lt;em&gt;ton &lt;/em&gt;of material to cover - but just our situation and circumstances.  We had our house on the market and you ALL know what kind of mess that entails.  We have been living "on the farm" in our &lt;em&gt;camper,  &lt;/em&gt;of all things, trying to slowly get the place out here in shape for living here this winter.  Things were uncertain as to whether we were going to be wintering over here or moving back into the house that was on the market.  Just thinking about all this makes my stomach draw up... But then the Lord blessed us and we were able to sell the house so there was the MOVE.  Aaarrrrgghh! I hate moving.  We had a lot done, but gee whiz!  How in the dickens do you accumulate so much STUFF???  Well, we had some great help (thank you so much Karen and Melinda!! You girls saved me!) but it was still a lot of work.  And I have to say that I think this rule of the universe is totally unfair, but it seems that just because you're having a traumatic thing happen in your life, your every day chores like laundry, cooking, dishes, etc.  still go on.   Now how's that for a stinker!?!?  So there was all that still to be done as well.  Oh, gosh, and I almost forgot!  WE STILL HAD TO DO SCHOOL!!!  I have to brag on my Master here - He is sufficient for all my needs.  He gave me such a measure of grace and mercy that I am still amazed.  But here's where the cool thing comes in:  As we were so busy with the house, the farm, the &lt;em&gt;stuff of life&lt;/em&gt;, learning about the presidents, I'm sorry to say, got put sort of on the back burner.  So, my Great God in all His awesomeness provided me with this great help...  A DOCUMENTARY SET FROM THE HISTORY CHANNEL ABOUT THE PRESIDENTS!!!  Now, I know that some might say that God did not have the History channel make a documentary on the presidents and founding fathers several years ago just so that I could have them in 2008 thru my crazy fall semester.... &lt;em&gt;but you'll never make me believe it.  &lt;/em&gt;For just as Christ died for all, He died JUST FOR ME.  And though I know that others have benefitted from that set of documentaries, they &lt;strong&gt;saved&lt;/strong&gt; my school semester.  Otherwise my poor children would have been clueless and we would have probably dropped out of the co-op.  I know that God was living up to His promise that Paul wrote about when he said, "For we know that all things work together for good for those that love the Lord and are called according to His purpose."  He knows just how to make the puzzle pieces fit to benefit the ones that the big picture needs to benefit.  And although I usually cannot see anything other than my particular puzzle piece, I feel like there were several things that happened that needed to happen this semester.  1-I felt we could stay in the co-op as long as we could watch those videos and keep up somewhat.  2- That put me in a position to remain in close contact with my friend - on a weekly and sometimes daily basis. 3- It kept our children together, continuing to build an exciting friendship 4-That relationship led those boys to be ok with staying with us when their youngest brother had to be rushed to Lebonheur (sp?) for an emergency situation.  They were able to stay with us for a little over a week and it was so sweet having them with us.  And there were several things that God worked out for that family during that time that make up an awesome story by itself.  So here's what will really "bake your noodle"... All that was as a result of a documentary series on presidents?? &lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;Yep&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.  So now my thoughts move into the future.... What does God see happening in my life in the spring?  Does He already know what's coming and that my poor children will need the "States" documentaries because they will have a dud for a teacher?? (Ah, ah, ah.... don't u say it!! I'm not &lt;em&gt;always &lt;/em&gt;a dud!) Or is He just giving me a freebie?  Yet another one of those many things that I know I take for granted daily...  One of those little ways He shows me that He cares about every little detail of my life...  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/478027234034795603-6691335838998867577?l=thecorbinsfive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecorbinsfive.blogspot.com/feeds/6691335838998867577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=478027234034795603&amp;postID=6691335838998867577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/478027234034795603/posts/default/6691335838998867577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/478027234034795603/posts/default/6691335838998867577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecorbinsfive.blogspot.com/2008/11/god-is-so-cool.html' title='God is so cool!!'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13219131359871841497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yy8-3o09_f0/S4XLxAGprPI/AAAAAAAAASc/W9NWrxsXZ0U/S220/the+perfect+tclc+faddag.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-478027234034795603.post-2213233001153199115</id><published>2008-11-22T15:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T17:30:31.200-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='What have I gotten myself into???'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yy8-3o09_f0/SSiayCjUo2I/AAAAAAAAAAM/qu4NU717BNU/s1600-h/106.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271633548306326370" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yy8-3o09_f0/SSiayCjUo2I/AAAAAAAAAAM/qu4NU717BNU/s320/106.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh my mercy, sakes, and gracious!! What in the world have I gotten myself into? I, the queen of "not because everyone else is doing it" have caved in to the (gasp!) peer pressure of blogging. I mean, nobody has said, "Oh, come on girl! You can do it!" I just find myself sitting at my computer whining loudly inside my head saying, &lt;em&gt;"But everybody &lt;strong&gt;else&lt;/strong&gt; is blogging..." &lt;/em&gt;Whine, whine, whine.... I feel like I need a little cheese with that whine. Gee whiz... But, here I am, posting my first blog, sharing my photo (that I just LOVE) of two of my sweet kitties, and hoping that I don't shame myself by typing some heinously (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;sp&lt;/span&gt;?) misspelled words (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;) or using subject-verb agreement that would send the grammar police crashing down my door. Hey, if it's not used properly, would that be subject -verb&lt;em&gt; dis&lt;/em&gt;agreement?? Ha! HA! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Weeeelllll&lt;/span&gt;.... Now what I do say? See, this is why I was worried about blogging! What in the world do you say when u r trying to tell about what's going on in your life? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Hmmm&lt;/span&gt;..... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh! I know! For those of you that don't know, PRAISE GOD AND GLORY &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;HALLELUJAH&lt;/span&gt;, we sold our house! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Woooo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;hoooo&lt;/span&gt;!! I cannot tell u what pressure that has taken off my poor husband. Bless his heart.... But now, work-a-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;holic&lt;/span&gt; that he is, he's a busy beaver getting the dairy barn converted into the "cabin". (No, Mr. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;DHS&lt;/span&gt; worker, we don't live in a barn... &lt;em&gt;It's a CABIN!)&lt;/em&gt; So, as I &lt;strong&gt;sit here and type&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;unbeknownst&lt;/span&gt; to my industrious husband, I hear the power screw-gun thingy just working away in the background. I really should be up helping clear debris or clean up my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;children's&lt;/span&gt; junk they left in the way or various and sundry other things that are on my to do list. But, it will still be there when I quit this - unfortunately. Sigh.... I don't know how this blogging thing is going to turn out, but I'm here anyway. I guess this would be one of those things you would say that you have done in your lifetime. I'm gonna be 90 one of these days (if the Lord tarries His coming that long) and telling my great grandchildren (in my best old lady voice) "Why, yer &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;ol&lt;/span&gt; Grandma was an adventurist, she was!! I even had my own BLOG back in the day... he, he, he, he..." &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well y'all, I'm going to go make myself useful. Hey! Don't laugh! It happens... So you all have a fantastic night and sweet peaceful sleep that the Master promises us in His word. I pray you will have a rejuvenating day in the Lord tomorrow. Remember to hug your babies - even the ones that aren't babies anymore -tell your husband that you appreciate him - and mean it. Go kiss him just because and tell him you're so thankful that God gave him to you. He'll wonder what you want if he's like my husband! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;! Just smile and say "I just love you, that's all." My sweet friend sent me this "recipe" she found online.... I'll say my goodnight and leave it with you. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Preserving a Husband Recipe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Ingredients&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Patience, Sweetened smiles, flavored kisses, charity, peaches, cream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Directions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Be careful in your selection. Do not choose too young, and take only such as have been reared in a good moral atmosphere. Some insist on keeping theirs in a pickle, while others keep theirs in hot water. This only makes them sour, hard, and sometimes bitter. Even poor varieties may be made sweet, tender, and good by garnishing them with patience, well-sweetened with smiles, and flavored with kisses (to taste). Make sure to wrap them in a mantle of charity, cover them in a blanket of prayer, and keep them warm with a steady fire of domestic devotion. Serve with peaches and cream. 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