tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-90395401292137952922024-02-20T13:04:11.696-08:00Lolo's "Best Day Ever"Laura aka Lolohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13928166864111575618noreply@blogger.comBlogger52125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9039540129213795292.post-38698054715210583002010-11-06T01:29:00.000-07:002010-11-06T01:32:05.708-07:00Grace & Me<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I guess you have noticed I have taken a seriously long break from blogging. I have so much to share and so much has happened in the past two plus months. Most I will save for another time, the greatest news is that is what I have been given <em>MORE TIME</em>! As you must have an idea, I have this journey with cancer that wants to keep interfering with my life but it is just a bump in the road and I will continue . The most important thing I want to share today is God's grace is more than enough. More than life, more than health, more than anything it is...</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: large;"></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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<strong><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">2 Corinthians 12:9 But he said to me, <span class="woj">“My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness.”</span> Therefore I will boast all the more gladly about my weaknesses, so that Christ’s power may rest on me. </span></strong><br />
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<img border="0" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85766/lolobye5/6a9ba93f832f4226cb9af16cf167ce92.png" style="background: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px;" />Laura aka Lolohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13928166864111575618noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9039540129213795292.post-4319637016527711792010-09-16T11:37:00.000-07:002010-09-16T14:04:17.240-07:00It's Autumn * Happy New Year*<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #783f04; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><strong>First, I know this may seem weird but I do not like <span style="color: red; font-size: large;"><em>New Year's</em></span> day. I don’t know why but to me it is kind of a <span style="color: #783f04;"><em>depressing</em> </span>day maybe it is the letdown after all the holidays or what but I don’t like it. So last year I made the choice to make my <span style="color: red; font-size: large;">New Year</span> the 1st day day of <span style="color: red; font-size: large;">Autumn</span>. It was great, after all even Hallmark pocket calendars start in September! <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> If you think about it <span style="color: red; font-size: large;">Autumn </span>is the time to harvest old crops and plant seeds that will <span style="color: red; font-size: large;">bloom</span> in spring.</span></strong></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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<strong><span style="font-size: large;"> <span style="color: #783f04;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"><span style="font-size: small;">So this year I have made a list for my </span></span></span></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #783f04;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"><span style="color: red; font-size: large;">New Year</span></span></span></span></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: left;"><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="color: red;"><strong><span style="font-size: x-large;">*</span>Read the Bible in a year in chronological order</strong></span> <span style="color: #783f04;"><strong>–</strong> <strong>I thought my love of history would make this be an even bigger blessing.</strong></span></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: left;"><strong><span style="background-color: white; color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="color: red;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">*</span>Make a new friend each month and pray for them for that month</span><span style="color: #783f04;">- That is 12 more people in my life that I could learn from and maybe I will be a blessing to them.</span></span></strong></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: left;"><strong><span style="background-color: white; color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="color: red;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">*</span>Dance at least once a day</span><span style="color: #783f04;">- even if I don’t feel like it!</span></span></strong></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: left;"><strong><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="color: red;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">*</span>Go for a Walk 3 times a week</span><span style="color: #783f04;">-God has so many things to see even when it’s raining and cold</span></span></span></span></strong></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: left;"><strong><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="color: red;"><span style="font-size: x-large; mso-spacerun: yes;">*</span>Act like a girl throughout the month</span><span style="color: #783f04;">-not a tough woman but a girly girl. This may be odd to some but sometimes I forget this.</span></span></span></span></strong></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: left;"><strong><span style="background-color: white; color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="color: red;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">*</span>Learn to sew</span> <span style="color: #783f04;">-AND actually make stuff, cute stuff, and something in </span><span style="color: red;">RED</span></span></strong></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: left;"><span style="background-color: white; color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><strong><span style="color: red;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">*</span>Buy</span><span style="color: red;"> Boots</span><span style="color: #783f04;">- I know this is not very spiritual but I have wanted boots for 3 years and I really want to get a pair this year so I just added them to the list- </span></strong></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLqTImjx5VWRAYR6ORAxZgNVhSgtA9GBvWevoL-u2mDCN5bbkbuUiSWAwZ10gCzxVaDEEKURaXBz8TMdV8g0Ipa4UBRsG7w1KHUhBuNPHRZaU82eRGLN_05gRcNQ9_-PY-6-ew_QfEXT4/s1600/fall_is+for+planting_copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="133" qx="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLqTImjx5VWRAYR6ORAxZgNVhSgtA9GBvWevoL-u2mDCN5bbkbuUiSWAwZ10gCzxVaDEEKURaXBz8TMdV8g0Ipa4UBRsG7w1KHUhBuNPHRZaU82eRGLN_05gRcNQ9_-PY-6-ew_QfEXT4/s400/fall_is+for+planting_copy.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #783f04; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><strong>So this is my short list so far. What made me want to make a list <span style="color: red; font-size: large;">this </span>year is I really started thinking of how long a <span style="color: red; font-size: large;">year</span> really is. For me it is not <span style="color: red; font-size: large;">365</span> days, I live in increments of <span style="color: red; font-size: large;">14 </span>days. I take my cancer <span style="background-color: white;">meds. </span>for <span style="color: red; font-size: large;">14</span> days then I am off for <span style="color: red; font-size: large;">14 </span>days and then repeat it again I do this for a <span style="color: red; font-size: large;">year</span>. That means I could <span style="color: red; font-size: large;">live </span>for a year or not, I could <span style="color: red; font-size: large;">live </span>for 20 years or not, but my choice is this I want to make <span style="color: red; font-size: large;">every</span> day <span style="color: red; font-size: large;">count</span>. </strong><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"><strong> After all I could be crossing the street and get hit by a charging</strong> <a href="http://artistichousewife.blogspot.com/2010/09/just-another-night-in-hood.html"><span style="color: #6aa84f; font-size: large;"><strong>moose</strong></span></a><span style="color: #6aa84f;"> </span><strong>and die,</strong></span><strong> you just don't <span style="color: red; font-size: large;">know</span>! What a difference a day makes when you make that day <span style="color: red; font-size: large;">count </span>for something <span style="color: red; font-size: large;">more </span>than yourself.</strong> <span style="color: black;">(</span><span style="font-size: x-small;"><strong><em><span style="color: black; font-size: small;">OK</span></em></strong><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><strong><em><span style="color: black; font-size: small;"> maybe I shouldn't have let you know about the boots)</span></em></strong><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #783f04; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><strong>After all reading the bible every day is great, but if you are not <span style="color: red; font-size: large;">DOING</span> something with that knowledge about a true and loving <span style="font-size: large;">God </span>what good is it. And being<span style="color: red;"> </span><span style="color: red; font-size: large;">healed</span> from a disease is great but if your life is <span style="color: red; font-size: large;">just </span>about living for you what good is that. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>So maybe I make a list with the hope that</strong></span><strong> </strong><span style="font-size: small;"><strong>every day <span style="font-size: large;">God </span>will <span style="color: red; font-size: large;">change</span> me and make me a <span style="color: red; font-size: large;">better</span> person with a purpose for <span style="color: #783f04; font-size: large;">Him</span>. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>So I hope you will make <span style="color: red; font-size: large;">today</span> be</strong> </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><strong><span style="color: #073763;"><span style="font-size: large;">“The Best Day Ever!"</span> <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></strong></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: center;"><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">“Oh <span style="color: #660000;"><strong>Autumn</strong></span>”, she exclaims “do listen to me, I must have loved you for years, only I was such a stupid fool, I didn't know it. Please believe me, you must care” “I’ve missed you so” - arms extended in front with open hands- “You know you are my, my,my favorite season Oh <strong><span style="color: #660000;">Autumn"-</span></strong> she takes <span style="color: #660000;"><strong>Autumn</strong> </span>by the hand they embrace and leaves begin to fall </span></div><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #660000; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Three years of drama in high school and I finally get to use it, </em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><span style="color: #660000; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><strong>yea I really wasn’t that great</strong></span></em></div><br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Seriously, just think of all the beautiful colors fall brings red, orange, and gold. </span><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">And it with the season comes apples, sweet juicy apples for eating and tart ones for pies.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I can’t wait for a slight chill so we can enjoy hot chocolate or yummy pumpkin spice coffee</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">We are going to have so much fun this year, fun fall crafts for the babes to make and treasures to be found under all of the fallen leaves, walks to take on a windy days and lots of baking- oh yes there will be baking! I am so excited I need to make my fun list so I don’t forget anything. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Here is my first Autumn Recipe I want the babes to make. The leaves may not end up looking quite like these, remember last year we had beautiful six armed gingerbread men, but it’s going to be<em> fun</em>!!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTGaN11OWfjOJiBVOWJq9oVThB8sd9302lnuETDfXfv7ZU3RsvmQrsFP1uNQjsgMrmK_sdCU2U4783XCMj6TNZ0Ea8yIXKFVg6bfNbZ3prRumW7bOk0JtX4K3adeuxub4ITT0pju9UuTk/s1600/autyum-leaf-recipe-photo-.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" ox="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTGaN11OWfjOJiBVOWJq9oVThB8sd9302lnuETDfXfv7ZU3RsvmQrsFP1uNQjsgMrmK_sdCU2U4783XCMj6TNZ0Ea8yIXKFVg6bfNbZ3prRumW7bOk0JtX4K3adeuxub4ITT0pju9UuTk/s320/autyum-leaf-recipe-photo-.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Here's a treat no kid will leaf behind. Made with store-bought piecrust dough, these leaves are filled with chocolate and peanut butter chips -- but try jam and cream cheese, or chocolate chips, walnuts, and mini marshmallows, if you prefer.</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
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1. Heat the oven to 375°. Whisk one egg with a teaspoon of water and set it aside.<br />
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2. On a floured surface, roll out a prepared pie crust so it's about 1/8-inch thick. Use a large leaf-shaped cookie cutter (ours is 4 1/2-inches wide) to make as many dough leaf pairs as possible.<br />
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3. For each pocket, spread about 4 teaspoons of mini chocolate chips and peanut butter chips on a leaf, leaving a 1/2-inch margin at the edge. Brush egg wash onto the edge, place a second leaf on top, and press the edges to seal.<br />
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4. Brush the top with egg wash and sprinkle it generously with raw sugar. Bake the leaves on a parchment-covered cookie sheet until their edges are just beginning to brown, about 12 minutes. Let them rest on the sheet a few minutes before moving them to a cooling rack.<br />
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<span style="color: #660000; font-size: x-small;">Ecc. 3:1 There is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under heaven</span><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">I know it is a little bit dramatic but I do feel like a sewn together doll, thanks to the ravages left from all of my surgeries. I know I am blessed that most of my scars cannot be seen with my clothes on, and I have seen what others have gone through and it could be so much worse. Most of all I am blessed to be alive! <em>But</em>… I have <strong><span style="color: black;"><em>THOSE</em></span> </strong>days when I see myself and I long for the days before cancer. I do realize it is all vanity, but occasionally I do have <strong><em><span style="color: black;">THOSE</span></em> </strong>days, and sometimes it just makes me sad. </span></div><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;">Funny thing is my Grandbabes find it fascinating. They have no idea why I have these scars they only know that I had some “<span style="color: #444444; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><strong>bad stuff</strong></span>” taken out. In the beginning, I was so afraid they would only see me as the sick Grandma and it use to be a huge fear of mine. But that is not how it turned out at all, they think that is just how I am, and I am their little <strong><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="color: blue;">SHOW</span> <span style="color: #38761d;">AND</span> <span style="color: red;">TELL</span></span></strong> doll. They are always asking if they can see them, I know it is somewhat freaky I agree, but they are all under five years old they are just babes, and they think it is great. They also think it is great to see a praying mantis or a large beetle. What is my heart’s desire is they will know when they get older is that their Grandma was touched by God and lived her life with joy. When they come to the age of trials in their lives, they will remember my trials and know that God will always be there for them too, for they were a witness to His unfailing love. No matter how hard the trial is or how they may want to give up, they will remember the testimony of my life and will have the confidence knowing God will never leave them. They may know the pain of the scars but they will remember the joy in the story. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div>Laura aka Lolohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13928166864111575618noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9039540129213795292.post-40162586331122787802010-08-10T23:12:00.000-07:002010-08-11T20:35:41.005-07:00First Person Responsibility<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Do you have any pet peeves? I think we all have some pet peeve, you know that thing that annoys you and makes you think your perfect little world is disturb by that <em>one thing</em>. How about: when people leave the cap off the toothpaste, or people who drink directly out of the milk/orange juice container, <em>and </em>then put the empty container back in the refrigerator - that is somewhat annoying but that's two things . Not washing hands after using the bathroom- OK that is just disgusting. Guys who leave the toilet seat up- I had three brothers and then two sons I was always the only girl, so really when you think about it maybe guys is people who leave the toilet seat down. How about when you’re eating something and a person will just steal a little bit of it – yep that does kind of bug me !</span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhU-BUCqzDNn-QzBFJem3FwhjCwZyziXlMvsGlY3kpUY2rQIApnoXH0WglDPdCMAoR_klJiZJG_8wGKDNe-kJONzOWBgYHTWL0A6DF5IntYVc4_jgV_NzQRKBlbhyoTvlSvaY2-nubkuJo/s1600/road+rage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="216" ox="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhU-BUCqzDNn-QzBFJem3FwhjCwZyziXlMvsGlY3kpUY2rQIApnoXH0WglDPdCMAoR_klJiZJG_8wGKDNe-kJONzOWBgYHTWL0A6DF5IntYVc4_jgV_NzQRKBlbhyoTvlSvaY2-nubkuJo/s320/road+rage.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"> Well I am going to share mine and it is my ugly side but here goes… my biggest one is what I call “<strong><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">First Person Responsibility</span></strong>”. This is the first one at the <strong><span style="color: red;">red</span></strong> light has the responsibility to make sure when the light turns <span style="color: #38761d;"><strong>green</strong> </span>he <span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="color: #0c343d;">GOES</span> </span>and tries to get everyone behind him through the light too.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiB7n_NRlwXChGJqBeWLtSbyauXJMZpXQ5bykIw8L3-_GOBbGZc9nauYZLjsojPna5nftOoXIqGDAOTe-D2rkR6lfPpc7FC9EJbTqyJw6oEvb22RDv1giGQ9IIF7FR1Z6TdfDySCfDXMks/s1600/go-green-image.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="212" ox="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiB7n_NRlwXChGJqBeWLtSbyauXJMZpXQ5bykIw8L3-_GOBbGZc9nauYZLjsojPna5nftOoXIqGDAOTe-D2rkR6lfPpc7FC9EJbTqyJw6oEvb22RDv1giGQ9IIF7FR1Z6TdfDySCfDXMks/s320/go-green-image.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"> He doesn’t think about Aunt Mabel’s cookies, or talk to the person in the passenger seat, or anything else. I feel like it is a job that you shouldn’t take lightly. If you wait, the light will think no one is there and <span style="color: #20124d; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><em>BAM</em></span> it is <span style="color: red;"><strong>red </strong></span>again and the only person who gets through is <u><em><span style="color: #20124d;">that guy</span></em></u> and the rest of us are all sitting back at the intersection waiting on a <span style="color: red;"><strong>red </strong></span>light. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtxyPe8M05q2WNu52TF1HEs9in0COcdLxBROr6vdzzukXw-xuSJz7JDJIoIXK8LE9U07zQwXA7LITCwPExjTiP3zwE0sm4pC6vzBCRZkfpQn4vAOZv01fjnKGLMd1eb-F63VHTpt1PjMQ/s1600/red-stoplight-3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="225" ox="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtxyPe8M05q2WNu52TF1HEs9in0COcdLxBROr6vdzzukXw-xuSJz7JDJIoIXK8LE9U07zQwXA7LITCwPExjTiP3zwE0sm4pC6vzBCRZkfpQn4vAOZv01fjnKGLMd1eb-F63VHTpt1PjMQ/s320/red-stoplight-3.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">I try very hard to remember forgiveness with this one, and I also try very hard not to just nudge that person with my car. I think that is illegal but maybe the judge would see my theory and feel like it is completely appropriate behavior on this one, but then I don’t think I want to risk it. I bet at some point in my life I was <u><em><span style="color: #20124d;">that girl</span></em></u> at the <span style="color: red;"><strong>red </strong></span>light that waited and didn’t get anyone else through but me and I didn’t even know it- no not me, no way-well maybe.</span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I wasn’t going to write a food post this time, I had a different one all planned out but… I found out today my favorite little </span><a href="http://www.bakerella.com/"><strong><span style="color: #e06666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Bakerella </span></strong></a><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">has a book coming out on September 8th. Maybe you have never heard of </span><a href="http://www.bakerella.com/"><strong><span style="color: #e06666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Bakerella </span></strong></a><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">and all of her yummy creations, but she is the creator of “Cake Pops” Her logo is “<strong><span style="color: #e06666;">sweet inspiration & fun baking ideas</span></strong>” and it is so true! </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;">1. After cake is cooked and cooled completely, crumble into large bowl.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">2. Mix thoroughly with 1 can cream cheese frosting. (It may be easier to use fingers to mix together, but be warned it will get messy.)</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">3. Roll mixture into quarter size balls and lay on cookie sheet. (Should make 45-50. You can get even more if you use a mini ice cream scooper, but I like to hand roll them.)</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">4. Chill for several hours. (You can speed this up by putting in the freezer.)</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">5. Melt chocolate in microwave per directions on package.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">6. Roll balls in chocolate and lay on wax paper until firm. (Use a spoon to dip and roll in chocolate and then tap off extra.)</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">So here I am, the next day sitting in church and all of a sudden little flashes of the “Wipeout” scenes come flashing through my head. That is when I realized this has been my life for the last several weeks. </div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">I would start out fine thinking OK I can do this, right God, and <strong><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: white;"><em>bam </em></span></span></strong>I got sucked punched, knocked me to my knees</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoLmTULXevx0gR2wWZEZ4VhjJxDKYDVmW9Hf_pAdSRsFZ2Ys9A2oP0eUyeoVelcCseQEDozcsWVbK2euQd4b7hMElMkd5kjpSJIuxt_0fVk85kp-0hy39WZkn_LAuioareQUvIX-WQ7gc/s1600/wipe+out+six+catapult.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" hw="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoLmTULXevx0gR2wWZEZ4VhjJxDKYDVmW9Hf_pAdSRsFZ2Ys9A2oP0eUyeoVelcCseQEDozcsWVbK2euQd4b7hMElMkd5kjpSJIuxt_0fVk85kp-0hy39WZkn_LAuioareQUvIX-WQ7gc/s1600/wipe+out+six+catapult.jpg" /></a></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">got up again and tried to stand tall, and <strong><span style="background-color: white; font-size: large;"><em>bam</em></span></strong> and the big old sweeper kicked my feet right under me </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj84CTeJm329vg68HAne-FFdHT8PsEC4mOmLtVlYUjM1nc8lxiQiNxQ2yAT5qDa3pXjVds_AR_WiXYFYdHxGbGHx_Ie-sz_lORq1300LDyXPh3wQdVvhP0kT6K17whMZF8C16hd2bq-WmM/s1600/wipe+out+four.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" hw="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj84CTeJm329vg68HAne-FFdHT8PsEC4mOmLtVlYUjM1nc8lxiQiNxQ2yAT5qDa3pXjVds_AR_WiXYFYdHxGbGHx_Ie-sz_lORq1300LDyXPh3wQdVvhP0kT6K17whMZF8C16hd2bq-WmM/s320/wipe+out+four.jpg" width="213" /></a></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">I laid down for a while on that one but pulled myself to a half standing position.</div><br />
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Finally, just when I didn’t think I could take anymore I crawled into the throne room of God and begged for His grace. Do you think the course ended there? The answer is nope, the next day received a couple of phone calls, that let’s just say wasn’t the best news, and <strong><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: white;"><em>bam</em></span> </span></strong>blow to my left side <br />
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As I sat in church thinking of all that has taken place lately and hoping to hear from God, that He will bless me with a calm, sweet week--all I can hear is this little boy's voice about this crazy show-- and I realize <strong>I GOT UP</strong>! I didn’t stay down in the mud, I didn’t lay down face first drowning in the water, and I didn’t stay on the ground. <strong>I GOT UP</strong>! I may have crawled at times but <strong>I GOT UP</strong>! I guess <span style="color: red;"><strong>Grace</strong></span> doesn’t always bring victory in the obstacles, sometimes <strong><span style="color: red;">Grace</span></strong> comes with <span style="color: red;"><strong>Mercy</strong></span> and just let’s you <strong>GET UP</strong> and get through the obstacles! <br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">Acts 20:24 However, I consider my life worth nothing to me, if only I may finish the race and complete the task the LORD Jesus has given me--the task of testifying to the gospel of God's grace.</span><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">1 package brownie mix</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">1 cup butter, room temperature</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">1 1/2 cups packed light brown sugar</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">2 large eggs, plus 1 egg yolk</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">1 tablespoon vanilla</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">2 1/2 cups all purpose flour</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">2 teaspoons baking powder</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">1/2 teaspoon salt</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">1/2 teaspoon baking soda</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">12 oz. bag miniature semi-sweet chocolate chips</span></div><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Make brownies according to package and let cool. Cut about ten 1 inch squares. Enjoy the remaining brownies. (I used a pan about 8 X 8)</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">For the chocolate chip cookie dough, beat butter with a mixer until creamy.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Add brown sugar and beat until smooth</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Add eggs, yolk and vanilla. Beat until smooth.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Combine flour, baking powder, soda and salt in a medium bowl and stir together with a wire whisk.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Add flour to butter mixture and beat until combined. Stir in mini chips.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Let dough chill covered in the refrigerator for at least an hour.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Preheat oven to 350 degrees.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Use a measuring cup to scoop batter by the 1/2 cup. Since it’s chilled, you may need to pack it with a spoon. Then use the spoon to remove the dough from the cup and place it on parchment paper. Work quickly so the dough remains chilled or either prepare one cookie at a time so the rest of the dough remains cold.After the dough is on the parchment paper, make an indention and place a 1 inch square brownie in the center. Press the brownie down gently and work the remaining dough around the brownie. You can use your hands to shape the dough into a ball.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">During this step, I found it easier to use a piece of parchment paper as a work surface since the dough can get sticky and then I used another piece of parchment paper for the baking sheet. If your dough gets too soft, you can chill the rolled dough balls for a few minutes right before baking.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Prepare six cookies at a time using a large baking sheet (15 X 20) and bake at 350 degrees for about 18 minutes. Return the remaining dough to the refrigerator until time to bake the second batch.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Cool on the baking sheet for a few minutes and then cool completely on a wire rack.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Makes about ten cookies using a little less than a 1/2 cup of dough for each cookie.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">If your cookies start to get too brown before they are done baking, you can place a sheet of aluminum foil over top for the last few minutes.</span><br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><em>and then it should read <span style="color: red;">EAT</span> <span style="color: blue;">THEM</span>!</em></span></div><br />
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</tbody></table>Laura aka Lolohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13928166864111575618noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9039540129213795292.post-91817494745133462712010-06-25T12:36:00.000-07:002010-06-25T22:35:53.425-07:00SuMmEr FuN<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7iBBTSmbQfFlPUX-M0XuhAdQIuoPFUW0UWSJOVr7gK8EQbT5JArRQufJP6VDvuvA043MAkYKVmO2We0_JqkiE5KXTTtTWQkEmAiHD7nJGSLtOzpKD1d3F1qmvsd-iPXaXaWff_tbukYk/s1600/100_1007.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" ru="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7iBBTSmbQfFlPUX-M0XuhAdQIuoPFUW0UWSJOVr7gK8EQbT5JArRQufJP6VDvuvA043MAkYKVmO2We0_JqkiE5KXTTtTWQkEmAiHD7nJGSLtOzpKD1d3F1qmvsd-iPXaXaWff_tbukYk/s320/100_1007.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><span style="color: #20124d; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">I <em>lOvE</em> summer <em>lOvE,</em> <em>LoVe</em>, <em>LOVE </em>it! All the seasons have their own set of reasons to love them but summer just has so much more to offer me. Lots of fun, less clothes, flip-flops, swimming, all of my favorite fruits, long warm nights and of course ice cream. This year I decided to start my own Summer List. I got the idea from Meg at </span><a href="http://megduerksen.typepad.com/whatever/summer-list/"><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">megduerkse/ whatever/the-summer-list.html</span></a><span style="color: #20124d; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"> . So of course, I wanted to make my own! My list is a little different from others as I don’t have little ones at home but ….I wanted each Grandbabe to know all the fun that we can have during the summer. After all isn’t that where memories are made when you are young going to Grandma’s, drinking ice tea with sugar, eating ice cream before dinner, wearing her jewelry, making great things in her kitchen regardless of the mess. Well that’s what I do! All the things I hated cleaning up after when I had my babes at home now they bring me joy. Now my house is always clean, no fingerprints on everything, no pattern marks all over the toilet (sorry I had boys), no used dishes under the bed, now my laundry is done in two hours. So I have lots of time to think of messes that my Grandbabes can do at my house. Funny how things change you work so hard when you are young to make your house so perfect for your family and then you get a little older your kids grow up, your house is perfect and then you work so hard to mess it up. Love this season of my life and especially... I love being Grandma Lolo! </span><br />
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I can’t wait to see how others will get creative too, but I have to admit I really want to win. Any ideas?? What makes this so great is it really does remind me to pray for Pastor Marty, I see him every morning on my fridge, and you know I am all about the reminders on my fridge. Life can be so hard sometimes we forget to have fun. When you think about it how can we share Jesus with others if we are not living a life that shows others joy. Now I am not saying you have to dress in a clown suit or be a stand up comedian, but have you ever heard someone laugh aloud and even though you have no idea what they are laughing at and somehow you feel like laughing? That is the kind of joy I am talking about the kind that others want to have just because they see it you, I call it contagious joy. So here is my challenge, go out this summer and have fun, share your joy, take pictures of you with your “Joy” make it be your “Mini Marty”. <br />
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<span style="background-color: white;">just look at all the <span class="goog-spellcheck-word" style="background-attachment: scroll; background-image: none; background-position: 0% 0%; background-repeat: repeat;"><em>yumminess</em></span>. This is on <span class="goog-spellcheck-word" style="background-attachment: scroll; background-image: none; background-position: 0% 0%; background-repeat: repeat;">PW's</span> blog and I knew I would have to make it. Now I don't have a Marlboro Man, Cowboy Man, Steak <span class="goog-spellcheck-word" style="background-attachment: scroll; background-image: none; background-position: 0% 0%; background-repeat: repeat;">Lovin</span> Man but I do have a T<span class="goog-spellcheck-word" style="background-attachment: scroll; background-image: none; background-position: 0% 0%; background-repeat: repeat;">ummy</span> O. Man (do I) and it is defiantly asking for this steak to be cooked, drooled over and then <span class="goog-spellcheck-word" style="background-attachment: scroll; background-image: none; background-position: 0% 0%; background-repeat: repeat;">eatin</span> by Me!</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white;">Saute onions in 4 tablespoons butter over high heat. Cook for 5 to 7 minutes, or until dark and caramelized. Reduce heat to simmer and pour in cream. Cook for 3 to 5 minutes, or until reduced by half. Stir in blue cheese until melted. Serve steaks on generous portion of sauce.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white;">At the end of <span class="goog-spellcheck-word" style="background-attachment: scroll; background-image: none; background-position: 0% 0%; background-repeat: repeat;">PW's</span> post she write "<span style="background-color: yellow;">Faint</span>" I believe I will or maybe just </span><span style="background-color: yellow;">swoon</span><br />
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<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="font-size: large;">I love love love gift cards! I love to get them; they just make me so happy! Believe it or not, I even had a dream once that I went to my mailbox and every envelope I opened had a gift card inside- crazy right! When I go into a store with my gift card in hand, somehow I feel that I can buy anything I want in that store. Standing in line at Starbucks I will look over the menu to see if I will get a drink I have never tried no matter the cost because “I” have a gift card, as I get to the counter I end up ordering the same thing as always a Grande drip. Once, I received a gift card to Home Goods for $100.00, entering the store I started to look at things I normally wouldn’t like a large red vase, and shiny new pots & pans, fancy drawer liners. You know it ended up I had the hardest time using that money I had waaay to many choices. Maybe it is silly but somehow the word “budget” seems to leave my mind, I will look at things I normally wouldn’t and I typically end up getting something on sale. I guess so I can say I bought so much more with that "gift card". Cheep date right! Some people think that giving a gift card is not personal but to me it is just fun! Have you seen some of them they have cute pictures on them for whatever occasion birthday, wedding holidays from the normal credit card size to the pop-out book kind with music. Target actually has one that is a viewfinder and you can add a personal message. Really, it doesn’t matter what store they are from or the amount all I know is that they are a “Gift”. My heart always reminds me of the perfect gift, Jesus. In addition, He has also given us a gift card, the great Comforter the Holy Spirit. Jesus said, "<em>I am leaving you with a gift -- peace of mind and heart. And the peace I give isn't like the peace the world gives. So don't be troubled or afraid</em>.”. Jesus is the absolute perfect gift given to us and all we have to do is accept him. There is no requirements, limitations, amount or expiration on that gift card, and most importantly, it is FREE. I think that is why I have such a love affair with gift cards it reminds me of my Father and the gift He has given me.</span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">John14:26.But when the Father sends the Counselor as my representative -- and by the Counselor I mean the Holy Spirit -- he will teach you everything and will remind you of everything I myself have told you.</span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">27."I am leaving you with a gift -- peace of mind and heart. And the peace I give isn't like the peace the world gives. So don't be troubled or afraid.</span></div><span style="font-size: xx-small;"></span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #4c1130; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"> You are going to love that she is having a fabulous giveaway too! Now that is what I call Great Mother's Day. Have fun and check her out </span><br />
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<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">April Fools Day is tomorrow. I love these ideas they are fun but yet not mean spirited. Great ideas for a surprised filled day. Now what prank do I try to pull off tomorrow....</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>Laura aka Lolohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13928166864111575618noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9039540129213795292.post-38054391123130092382010-03-29T17:39:00.000-07:002010-03-29T17:39:26.045-07:00Caution - Danger Ahead!<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><a href="http://www.thesanctuarychurch.com/GLMBlog/blog/">http://www.thesanctuarychurch.com/GLMBlog/blog/</a></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="color: #660000;">Wow this was a great inspiration to me especially during this time of financial struggles that everyone is experiencing in one way or another. I encourage you to read this blog post written by Jennifer Lord that I can now call my friend</span></div><br />
<strong>Here's a little peek </strong>"A prudent man sees danger and takes refuge,<br />
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but the simple keep going and suffer for it." (Proverbs 22:3)Laura aka Lolohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13928166864111575618noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9039540129213795292.post-58260561829158140852010-03-27T10:32:00.000-07:002010-03-27T11:03:17.497-07:00Meet Dr. B<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9oEoVXInzCALMw4ckn8Kba0C9XqbXN2XyX03PxL0l-5yqHBA5L69T_KGUnxoHBGzG93LfKonP1RhcZxVTmzk8zF_LsZ4gVMrZoyXnVj2jolbk2iALYkC0ISAb6aLb3Nv-67YXvkafFZo/s1600/scan0002.jpg" style="cssfloat: left; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9oEoVXInzCALMw4ckn8Kba0C9XqbXN2XyX03PxL0l-5yqHBA5L69T_KGUnxoHBGzG93LfKonP1RhcZxVTmzk8zF_LsZ4gVMrZoyXnVj2jolbk2iALYkC0ISAb6aLb3Nv-67YXvkafFZo/s320/scan0002.jpg" style="clear: both; float: right; margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px;" width="214" /></a></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiO_vInYsz2Am6_iC8DEp1Hg6b6XEl8HTISzYvfmL7UH3WqCxtMsXRBp_wEIyvRn6NJHSDe4rw_AlTxnVKPoRCzFWWYyb78SnRYhnuifztLHQ0m8VTDg1XXwJuOmF-7mTM9O3ZAQ5lzXiY/s1600/ellyanna+penguin.jpg"></a>See this guy; this is the guy that is the head cheerleader of my cheering section. This guy is My doctor; this guy is My Dr. B. This guy is my friend. He is an incredible inspiration to so many. Dr. B loves life and wants to make sure people keep on living. He challenges me as a person and as a child of God and he also loves God. This was his first marathon and he told me it was a great spiritual experience for him and the whole time he was running he said he was thinking of me. I know you are probably thinking yea right he says that to all of his cancer patients and I actually said that to him. You know what his response was; no really, you are my hero you have inspired me. Yesterday he told me that there is NO medical explanation why I am alive and why cancer has not invaded my lungs, liver, or brain, the only explanation is that I am a miracle. I have now outlived my determined life expectancy for the type of cancer I have, and its original aggressive behavior. Therefore, I am a miracle touched by my Father's hand. Look how great God is he takes an awful situation and makes it good. He took an ordinary girl like me and made me extraordinary, He took an ordinary relationship and made into extraordinary relationship. You start with a common bond like cancer or life and you add a whole lot of God and poof you have a miracle! The miracle of life and the miracle of a friendship, today really is the best day ever!</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img border="0" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85766/lolobye5/6a9ba93f832f4226cb9af16cf167ce92.png" style="background: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px;" /></a></div><div style="clear: both; text-align: right;"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"><img align="middle" alt="Posted by Picasa" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" style="-moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; background: 0% 50%; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /></a></div></div>Laura aka Lolohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13928166864111575618noreply@blogger.com1