<?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-1872341607689330770</id><updated>2011-11-27T20:29:47.330-05:00</updated><category term='army'/><category term='first post'/><category term='God&apos;s love'/><category term='lonely'/><category term='Bible'/><category term='Deployment'/><category term='encouragement'/><category term='husband'/><category term='God&apos;s plan'/><category term='give thanks'/><category term='wife'/><category term='weekend'/><category term='heat wave'/><category term='love'/><category term='tough'/><category term='missing my husband'/><category term='soldier'/><title type='text'>Being a Better Wife</title><subtitle type='html'>It took me almost the entire first year of our marriage to figure it out, 
but I sure could be a better wife!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karissathomas.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1872341607689330770/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karissathomas.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>MrsThomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16221003964180207806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PlEoP95oZ_o/SjK5GxgpfcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/HP9qhSlf0rw/S220/Thomas_-1116.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>85</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1872341607689330770.post-6804252626350768781</id><published>2010-09-22T22:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T22:18:34.376-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Help me take action against recent MyCAA changes!</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="UIIntentionalStory_Header" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}" style="color: #333333; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Hey all you milspouses! Help me take action against MyCAA changes! Under the new MyCAA regulations, many of us are excluded from tuition assistance! Take action! Just click the link and send the pre-fabricated letter to your senators and represenatives now!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;YOU can forward this prefabricated letter (or write your own) to YOUR state senators and representatives RIGHT NOW!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am writing to make you aware of a recent Department of Defense ruling that severely limits military spouses' eligibility for the wildly popular Military Spouse Career Advancement Account (MyCAA) program.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;MyCAA was enacted in 2009 authorizing up to $6,000 for all servicemembers' spouses to enroll in a wide variety of educational, licensing, and credentialing programs to help offset employment disruptions caused by military-ordered moves.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;According to a July 20 ruling that will take effect October 25, 2010, only the most junior servicemembers' spouses will be eligible (E-1 through E-5 in the enlisted grades, warrant officers in grades W-1 and W-2, and officers in grades O-1 and O-2).&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ironically, this ruling effectively disenfranchises the very spouses whose civilian careers have been most disrupted by military-ordered moves -- those of second-term and career personnel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I believe longer-serving spouses deserve fairer treatment and urge you to work with the Senate to address the program's fiscal constraints in a more equitable and appropriate way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Simply click on this link:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://capwiz.com/moaa/issues/alert/?alertid=15910501&amp;amp;type=CO"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;http://capwiz.com/moaa/issues/alert/?alertid=15910501&amp;amp;type=CO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="UIStoryAttachment UIStoryAttachment_InlineInfo" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;attach&amp;quot;}" id="" style="color: #333333; 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You thought I was joking...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;no really. I'm serious.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Click this &lt;a href="http://libertygymnastics.webs.com/"&gt;link&lt;/a&gt; about 20 times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;PLEEEEASE!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's the &lt;a href="http://libertygymnastics.webs.com/"&gt;link&lt;/a&gt; to our new &lt;a href="http://libertygymnastics.webs.com/"&gt;website&lt;/a&gt; and the more &lt;a href="http://libertygymnastics.webs.com/"&gt;clicks&lt;/a&gt; I get, the higher up the list we go when you search for "&lt;a href="http://libertygymnastics.webs.com/"&gt;Liberty Gymnastics&lt;/a&gt;" on search engines like Google, Yahoo and Bing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So, seriously. Please click this &lt;a href="http://libertygymnastics.webs.com/"&gt;link&lt;/a&gt; 20 times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;THANKS!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1872341607689330770-2258827047312182900?l=karissathomas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karissathomas.blogspot.com/feeds/2258827047312182900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://karissathomas.blogspot.com/2010/07/do-me-favor.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1872341607689330770/posts/default/2258827047312182900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1872341607689330770/posts/default/2258827047312182900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karissathomas.blogspot.com/2010/07/do-me-favor.html' title='Do me a favor?'/><author><name>MrsThomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16221003964180207806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PlEoP95oZ_o/SjK5GxgpfcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/HP9qhSlf0rw/S220/Thomas_-1116.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1872341607689330770.post-1610683380226762</id><published>2010-07-28T11:05:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T11:18:22.400-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Better Wife Wednesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://karissathomas.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Better Wife Wednesday" border="0" src="http://i34.photobucket.com/albums/d110/assirak04/betterwifewednesday.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;textarea cols="13" name="Better Wife Wednesday" readonly="readonly" rows="4"&gt;&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;&amp;lt;ahref="http://karissathomas.blogspot.com/"target="_blank"&amp;gt;&amp;lt;img border="0"alt="Better Wife Wednesday"src="http://i34.photobucket.com/albums/d110/assirak04/betterwifewednesday.jpg"/&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/a&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;/textarea&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;YAY! It's Wednesday!! :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So, I had the WORST. DREAM. EVER. this morning.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Not as in, like, a &lt;i&gt;little&lt;/i&gt; bad, but &lt;b&gt;bad&lt;/b&gt; as in I woke myself up BAWLING crying and SCREAMING and my sweet Durango dog was nudging me with his nose as if to say, "mom! it's okay, it's just a bad dream!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thank goodness the hubs wasn't home or he would have come barging in the bedroom with his glock in hand ready to kill whoever was &lt;i&gt;clearly&lt;/i&gt; torturing me.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So what was this awful, terrible, no-good dream about?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I dreamt that I had just bought my annual pass (a couple hundred dollars or so) to play in this soccer league. And we had had a few practices, and we were playing in our first game. And I was running and I tore my quad. (This ACTUALLY happened to me about two years ago... the tearing the quad part. WORST pain I have ever experienced.) Anyway... so tore my quad... they take me to the doctor... little old lady in a red jacket (who says we don't dream in color?!) doctor tells me I'm going to have to go in to surgery to have the muscle stitched back together to speed along the recovery since the fibers were already stretched from the last tear... blah blah blah... and she takes me into this room with this GIANT machine and starts strapping me onto this little bed/table thing. And I'm thinking surgery like on TV and they have you count backwards from 10 with the mask on and the patient gets to like 8 before they pass out...? No. Throw in my wisdom tooth pulling experience &lt;a href="http://karissathomas.blogspot.com/2010/06/wisdom-less.html"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;i&gt;of course&lt;/i&gt; they're not going to put me under in my dreams! So this arm thing lifts me up to the top of the giant machine, which I now discover is a GIANT SEWING MACHINE with a GIANT NEEDLE!!! (cue giant fear of needles) And then this thing starts jabbing my leg, WHILE I'M AWAKE and SEWING my quad back together FROM THE OUTSIDE! (cue shrill screams and agony, although I am not actually &lt;i&gt;feeling&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;any pain at all) Thank GOD I woke up!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So, I'm really not sure how my mind comes up with this stuff... but please note the theme of &lt;i&gt;fear &lt;/i&gt;and &lt;i&gt;anxiety&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;in that dream.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was even feeling anxiety over the couple hundred dollars I "wasted" on the soccer season since I &lt;i&gt;obviously&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;would be out for the rest of the season...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So first thing I did when I woke up was make sure it was Wednesday so I could think and write about something else. Something happy and wonderful about Being a Better Wife. So I walked on over to my "Better Wife Shelf" (a special shelf on our book shelf with all of my marriage books) &amp;nbsp;to see what I should write about today. When I spotted a book that was given to me by one of my wonderful and wise friends! :) (Thanks Abigail!!!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Bulletproof-Making-Invincible-Chuck-Holton/dp/1590523989?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;tag=beiabetwif-20&amp;amp;link_code=bil&amp;amp;camp=213689&amp;amp;creative=392969" imageanchor="1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Bulletproof: The Making of an Invincible Mind" src="http://ws.amazon.com/widgets/q?MarketPlace=US&amp;amp;ServiceVersion=20070822&amp;amp;ID=AsinImage&amp;amp;WS=1&amp;amp;Format=_SL160_&amp;amp;ASIN=1590523989&amp;amp;tag=beiabetwif-20" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="1" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=beiabetwif-20&amp;amp;l=bil&amp;amp;camp=213689&amp;amp;creative=392969&amp;amp;o=1&amp;amp;a=1590523989" style="border: none !important; margin: 0px !important; padding: 0px !important;" width="1" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Now, I'm sure you've heard of Bulletproofing Your Marriage. Well, this is not &lt;i&gt;quite&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;the same idea.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Abigail gave me this book when the Hubs deployed. And I ate it up. I was done with it in two days.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This book is about "the making of an invincible mind." Basically, it's about all the things we are scared of. (but from a military/war perspective) And God's idea about us living (or NOT living) a life of fear.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Now, I know. You are totally wondering what any of this has to do with Better Wife Wednesday...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Let me quote a little piece from the book and then you will start to understand.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"That's what this book is all about. About risk and why we shun it, but shouldn't always do. About true safety and security that extend far beyond the brief candle that is this lifetime and reach into the endless years of light and true life in the presence of our Savior. Throughout history, this understanding has enabled men and women to be willing, even joyful, when enduring hardship, uncertainty, pain and death. From their examples, I can learn to be a more elite soldier for Christ. And so can you."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This week, in Better Wife Wednesday, I am talking about how our fears are holding us back from being the wives that God wants us to be. About how, in the midst of deployment, we can have faith and peace in God rather than experience heart wrenching fear and anxiety. &amp;nbsp;About how our peace can be contagious and a beacon of light to those around us and even our husbands and our families.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For the most part, I am really not a worrier.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Those people that worry all the time (sorry if that's you!) kind of drive me a little nuts. I just don't like to worry! Nothing against you, just personal preference and family upbringing. When I was little, my parents were definitely not worriers either.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My mom had me memorize Matthew 6:27 when I was like 6 years old.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Who of you by worrying can add a single hour to his life?"&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And it turned out to be a theme in our family.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And, the way I saw it, a strength.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Especially for my mom.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If she had worried about me as a kid as much as any normal mom might have -- I was a bit of a terror and pretty fearless when maybe I shouldn't have been -- she probably would have gone gray a LOT sooner! I played with the boys and I had my fair share of injuries... sprained ankle from jumping my bike off the portable ramp at the school down the street, rusty nail through my thumb while building our tree fort, rusty nail through the foot from running around in a water fight in the neighbor's back yard, fractured and dislocated jaw from "catching" the baseball with my face...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"All the days ordained for me were written in your book before one of them came to be." Psalm 139:16&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;God has got our backs.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If God wants something to happen, it's going to happen no matter what we do to try to avoid it. (Think Jonah)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;God's got the plan!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The biggest thing for me when the Hubs was deployed was knowing that truth. That GOD has the plan. And it did me NO good to worry. I was able to stay calm and keep the important things in mind while others around me were overcome with fear and anxiety that was eating them alive. And the hubs noticed. &amp;nbsp;The best thing I could do for him was not to worry. And to show him my faith in our living and awesome God through my calm in the midst of the storms.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We can be better wives &lt;b&gt;every day&lt;/b&gt; by keeping our calm and keeping our faith in our Awesome God. We can train up our children (as my mom did) to also give our fears and anxieties to God.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;On our honeymoon in Hawaii, the hubs wanted to go snorkeling. &amp;nbsp;I kept my chin up and gave it a try, but failed and gave in entirely (tears and all) to my fear of putting my face under the water. I let one &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;stupid&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;little fear hold me back from something TOTALLY fun with my hubs on our HONEYMOON! To say the least, it ruined our day. Had I given that fear to God, we could have entirely avoided that riff in our weekend...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Want another example? When the hubs first deployed (before Abigail gave me this book) he was scheduled to be the Battle Captain and stay in the TOC. I couldn't have chosen a better job! He gets to stay in the tent and not get shot at! WONDERFUL! Honey, just stay in that tent! But a few days in he told me he was going to volunteer to go "out." I'm not going to lie. That thought scared me. WHY would you leave this nice 'safe' tent and go out where there are IEDs and crazy guys who want to kill you!? I exploded in fear and got mad that he wanted to volunteer when he was &lt;i&gt;married now&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;and &lt;i&gt;had a WIFE to come home to!!&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;(How selfish of me right? Gosh I feel awful for those thoughts... Please forgive me...) My fear and anxiety were holding my HUSBAND back. My fears weren't just binding ME, they were binding HIM!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;What fears do you have that are holding you back from &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;being a better wife&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;? They don't have to be plausible fears like needles or spiders... they may be something deeper like a fear of rejection or fear of getting hurt or fear of being laughed at or fear of losing someone you love. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Check out &lt;a href="http://www.phobia-fear-release.com/types-of-phobia.html"&gt;THIS&lt;/a&gt; website listing all the types of phobias. I was going to count for you... but I gave up at 90 when I wasn't even to the letter C yet.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Well ya know what? There are 366 different places in the Bible that tell us specifically &lt;i&gt;not&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;to be afraid. That's one command for every day of the year -- including leap years!! The only thing we are commanded to fear is God himself.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;This week, I want you to join me in working on those fears. Choose three different verses on fear and write them down and post them around where you will see them the most. And then I encourage you to go buy Bulletproof by Chuck Holton and read it. Let's bind this fear and anxiety and live freer, happier, and more faith filled lives supporting and ENCOURAGING our husbands, rather than worrying and fearing and holding them back.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1872341607689330770-1610683380226762?l=karissathomas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karissathomas.blogspot.com/feeds/1610683380226762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://karissathomas.blogspot.com/2010/07/better-wife-wednesday_28.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1872341607689330770/posts/default/1610683380226762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1872341607689330770/posts/default/1610683380226762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karissathomas.blogspot.com/2010/07/better-wife-wednesday_28.html' title='Better Wife Wednesday'/><author><name>MrsThomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16221003964180207806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PlEoP95oZ_o/SjK5GxgpfcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/HP9qhSlf0rw/S220/Thomas_-1116.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1872341607689330770.post-5258156963787475309</id><published>2010-07-26T12:23:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-26T12:26:03.376-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wherever you are going, God is already there.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have totally been AWOL from blogger lately... who knew a PART TIME job could take up every moment of every day?!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So my last post was full of frustration... sorry about that. We have since been to another church that I really liked, but there weren't a whole lot of couples our age (which is something the Hubs is really looking for) so we will try a few more and if they don't hit par we will return to the church I really like. :) This, for me, makes the church hunting a bit easier. Knowing that there is somewhere I can default back to if I don't find somewhere new is comforting.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I went to Bible study on post on Thursday night and one of the ladies made a statement that I loved.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Wherever you are going, God is already there."&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Which really gave me some peace in terms of being in a new place. And I hope will give the rest of you ladies some peace too. I mean, obviously, we already know this. But sometimes it helps to hear it again. ;) Especially for those of you that are PCSing soon, I hope this gives you a little peace in the midst of your storm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This statement also speaks to the 9 gazillion blessings God has been bestowing on us lately.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;On another note, I love my job. There are so many challenges EVERY day! I suppose to some, this wouldn't be a very good thing... but to me it is! I LOVE a good challenge!!! and BOY oh BOY am I being challenged here!!! Not in the gymnastics and coaching arena... but in all of the other administrative things that I am doing. I just finished up the booster club by-laws (9 pages of leagalistic mubo jumbo), the team handbook (11 pages), all kinds of brochures and flyers galore! You name it!!! On Saturday we went to the Kroger and handed out flyers and brochures and talked to Kroger customers about our gymnastics program and it actually turned out REALLY great!!! There were a TON of people that were genuinely interested and just didn't even know that our gymnastics program exists! So, I have lots more "word spreading" to do. I am just hoping all of my efforts are worth it!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Next on the gymnastics to-do list: creating vinyl car window stickers, ordering and selling t-shirts, and FUNDRAISING!!! we have a month to raise about $2,000. YIKES!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hmm... let's see... what else?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The hubs just bought a streetbike. As in motorcycle. He is playing with it now.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Being a homeowner is lots of work, but definitely worth it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I get to go home to Seattle at the end of August!!!! HOORAY!!!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm starting school again on Aug 8th.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ummm.... I think that's all I have going on.&lt;br /&gt;God is pretty awesome.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Better Wife Wednesday this week. I promise. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1872341607689330770-5258156963787475309?l=karissathomas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karissathomas.blogspot.com/feeds/5258156963787475309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://karissathomas.blogspot.com/2010/07/wherever-you-are-going-god-is-already.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1872341607689330770/posts/default/5258156963787475309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1872341607689330770/posts/default/5258156963787475309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karissathomas.blogspot.com/2010/07/wherever-you-are-going-god-is-already.html' title='Wherever you are going, God is already there.'/><author><name>MrsThomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16221003964180207806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PlEoP95oZ_o/SjK5GxgpfcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/HP9qhSlf0rw/S220/Thomas_-1116.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1872341607689330770.post-4159609156879944506</id><published>2010-07-11T13:44:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T13:45:21.852-04:00</updated><title type='text'>WARNING: I'm Frustrated.</title><content type='html'>Why does church searching have to be so hard? Trying out new churches and finding a dud ruins my whole day. Make that my whole WEEK. I am SO frustrated. I just want to go to a new church and LIKE it! I don't want to hear their crappy guest speaker that twists Bible verses to timbuktu and takes them so far out of context that it makes you want to scream at them right there in the pew! DUDE! I am reading the SAME verse as you and that is NOT what the verse is referring to OR talking about! UGH!!!!!!!!! and then it blows our whole day. It puts both the hubs and I in a bad mood and we all know where THAT goes... SO instead of enjoying my Sunday afternoon after a long work week with my husband, I am instead sitting here and blogging and REALLY frustrated and the hubs is off driving around town REALLY frustrated. UGH! Someone please find me a good church here. Ok? Thanks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1872341607689330770-4159609156879944506?l=karissathomas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karissathomas.blogspot.com/feeds/4159609156879944506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://karissathomas.blogspot.com/2010/07/warning-im-frustrated.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1872341607689330770/posts/default/4159609156879944506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1872341607689330770/posts/default/4159609156879944506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karissathomas.blogspot.com/2010/07/warning-im-frustrated.html' title='WARNING: I&apos;m Frustrated.'/><author><name>MrsThomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16221003964180207806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PlEoP95oZ_o/SjK5GxgpfcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/HP9qhSlf0rw/S220/Thomas_-1116.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1872341607689330770.post-8350343083307702349</id><published>2010-07-08T17:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T17:26:30.495-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a Workin' Woman!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Along with buying our new house and moving and blah blah blah... I also started WORKING AGAIN!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;HOORAY!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have missed working soooooo bad and I am so glad to be at it again!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Not only am I just "working," but I am also doing what I LOVE.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My entire life my mom was a gymnastics coach. I watched her turn unsuccessful program after unsuccessful program into great success. I watched her bring girls who practiced 1/3rd of the time as club gyms in 1/8th the facility (both in terms of size and equipment) to STATE competitions and watched her girls year after year CREAM the competition!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Growing up, being the stubborn youngest, I decided I wanted nothing to do with gymnastics. &lt;i&gt;That's for mom and big sis. WHY would I want ANY thing to do with that!?&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;I liked to goof off in the gym occasionally (I was &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;there&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;20+ hours a week!) but I wanted NOTHING to do with competing. &lt;i&gt;Besides! Who wants their MOM for a coach ANY way!? PLUS! There were so many other sports! Softball, soccer, track and cross country? Now THOSE are sports.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;I started as an assistant coach when I was 14 years old.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When I was 15 I started coaching on my own.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;In high school I decided to join the school gymnastics team just for fun.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Our coach ended up being a flake and not so knowledgeable about gymnastics even when she&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;was&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;there... so I ended up taking over the coaching position on an unofficial basis.&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;You know, when our flake coach decided not to show up to practice?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;And then I just kept on coaching!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;When I was 20 my mom decided that she was done coaching. And my sister was pregnant with her second sweet girl. We all decided that the gym we were at just wasn't where God wanted us anymore.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;We all moved on to other things... but I was TOTALLY missing gymnastics.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;When the hubs and I got married and I moved to the Fort Lewis area with him, I was fortunate to find a gym near by that was hiring. I soon became the Level 4 head coach and was LOVING life. &lt;i&gt;It also kept me nice and busy while the hubs was in Afghanistan.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;But the army had different plans for us and sent us to Fort Benning. Where we lived in the-middle-of-nowhere, Alabama. And the nearest ANYTHING was, &lt;i&gt;I kid you not, &lt;/i&gt;at least a 30-40 minute drive. And the nearest gym was over an hour away. &lt;i&gt;Yeah, I could have driven the distance to work... but on top of that we would be moving again in 6 months so I didn't want to bail on my gymnasts if I DID get a coaching position.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;As our time at Benning came to an end, I started looking for a gym at our new duty station. And HOORAY!!! Here I am!!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;I recently accepted a position as the head coach at the Liberty County YMCA Gymnastics Program.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;And holy moly am I busy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;When I arrived, the program was struggling to stay afloat. Enrollment was low, staff had little coaching experience, and their "team" girls had never competed in a meet before!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;So, I have my work cut out for me.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;We have a LOT of progress to make.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;But I am SOOOO EXCITED!!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;And I am SO happy!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;So do me a favor,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;if you know ANYONE in the Fort Stewart area, please pass on a good word about Liberty Gymnastics at the Hinesville, GA YMCA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;and if you want to be super awesome,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;become a fan of &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/pages/Hinesville/Liberty-Gymnastics-Liberty-County-YMCA/142186225792800"&gt;Liberty Gymnastics on Facebook&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PlEoP95oZ_o/TDZCe_OsN-I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/_PF6frEYWmA/s1600/HGA+LOGO.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PlEoP95oZ_o/TDZCe_OsN-I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/_PF6frEYWmA/s320/HGA+LOGO.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1872341607689330770-8350343083307702349?l=karissathomas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karissathomas.blogspot.com/feeds/8350343083307702349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://karissathomas.blogspot.com/2010/07/im-workin-woman.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1872341607689330770/posts/default/8350343083307702349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1872341607689330770/posts/default/8350343083307702349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karissathomas.blogspot.com/2010/07/im-workin-woman.html' title='I&apos;m a Workin&apos; Woman!'/><author><name>MrsThomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16221003964180207806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PlEoP95oZ_o/SjK5GxgpfcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/HP9qhSlf0rw/S220/Thomas_-1116.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PlEoP95oZ_o/TDZCe_OsN-I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/_PF6frEYWmA/s72-c/HGA+LOGO.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1872341607689330770.post-3364365288847854733</id><published>2010-07-07T19:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-07T19:09:41.988-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Better Wife Wednesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://karissathomas.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Better Wife Wednesday" border="0" src="http://i34.photobucket.com/albums/d110/assirak04/betterwifewednesday.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;textarea cols="13" name="Better Wife Wednesday" readonly="readonly" rows="4"&gt;&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;&amp;lt;ahref="http://karissathomas.blogspot.com/"target="_blank"&amp;gt;&amp;lt;img border="0"alt="Better Wife Wednesday"src="http://i34.photobucket.com/albums/d110/assirak04/betterwifewednesday.jpg"/&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/a&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;/textarea&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So, we have been in the process of buying a house and moving... and I have missed out on a few BWW's. But that's all done with now! We are (for the most part) settled in to the new place and I have already started work and explored quite a bit and I am LOVING it here!!! Just got back from a day at the beach and realized, "I REALLY miss blogging!" So, I am officially back.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As I was unpacking, I found a book that I bought a while back at Walgreens titled, "Married for Life: Inspirations from those married 50 years or more."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Married-Life-Secrets-Those-Years/dp/1562921150?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;tag=beiabetwif-20&amp;amp;link_code=bil&amp;amp;camp=213689&amp;amp;creative=392969" imageanchor="1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Married for Life: Secrets from Those Married for 50 Years or More" src="http://ws.amazon.com/widgets/q?MarketPlace=US&amp;amp;ServiceVersion=20070822&amp;amp;ID=AsinImage&amp;amp;WS=1&amp;amp;Format=_SL160_&amp;amp;ASIN=1562921150&amp;amp;tag=beiabetwif-20" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="1" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=beiabetwif-20&amp;amp;l=bil&amp;amp;camp=213689&amp;amp;creative=392969&amp;amp;o=1&amp;amp;a=1562921150" style="border: none !important; margin: 0px !important; padding: 0px !important;" width="1" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As I began to flip through the pages, a few things in particular stood out to me and I thought I would share them with you.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*Don't get mad over little things--they'll soon pass.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*If you speak in haste, apologize with haste, too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*Love always takes maintenance--kindness is a part of that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*Learn to bend and not break.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*Never get too old to hold hands.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*You can always work things out if you really want to.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*Don't expect everything in your marriage to be perfect.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*You've got to have love and you've got to know God.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*Believe that no matter what happens, things will work out right.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*A good marriage is based upon complete trust in each other.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*Stay busy-- then there's no time to argue!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*Spend time looking for ways to help each other.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*Keep your love, your health and your faith in God strong.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*Agree to walk away when a discussion becomes too heated.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*Feel lucky to be married!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This book is FULL of TONS of little stories about how the elderly couples that are featured met and how they kept their marriage together for so long. So many of these suggestions seem so common sense and "DUH!" but the fact of the matter is, no matter how much we KNOW how to be a good spouse, the question is if we are actually DOING it on a daily basis. I know I sure have a hard time sometimes! &lt;i&gt;(MOST of the time...)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;This week, pick one of the suggestions from above and write it on a post it or a notecard and stick it in at least three places that you will see it on a daily basis. And keep on reading it over and over again! See if it changes your marriage perspective a little. And then blog about it. :) And as always, don't forget the Better Wife Wednesday button so everyone can be linked back here.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PlEoP95oZ_o/TDUIyXYx1ZI/AAAAAAAAAOI/7Lgr67FayU8/s1600/superstickies.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PlEoP95oZ_o/TDUIyXYx1ZI/AAAAAAAAAOI/7Lgr67FayU8/s320/superstickies.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://wigflip.com/superstickies/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;http://wigflip.com/superstickies/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1872341607689330770-3364365288847854733?l=karissathomas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karissathomas.blogspot.com/feeds/3364365288847854733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://karissathomas.blogspot.com/2010/07/better-wife-wednesday.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1872341607689330770/posts/default/3364365288847854733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1872341607689330770/posts/default/3364365288847854733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karissathomas.blogspot.com/2010/07/better-wife-wednesday.html' title='Better Wife Wednesday'/><author><name>MrsThomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16221003964180207806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PlEoP95oZ_o/SjK5GxgpfcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/HP9qhSlf0rw/S220/Thomas_-1116.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PlEoP95oZ_o/TDUIyXYx1ZI/AAAAAAAAAOI/7Lgr67FayU8/s72-c/superstickies.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1872341607689330770.post-5559338562980590857</id><published>2010-06-21T21:42:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T21:42:31.944-04:00</updated><title type='text'>2 Years Ago Today</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Take a little trip back in time with me...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Two years ago today, about this time, I was getting ready to go out with friends in Seattle on a Saturday night.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I had NO idea that that night my entire life would change.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No, it's nothing bad.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In fact, it's actually super great!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I parked my car under the Seattle Viaduct&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/seattle%20viaduct" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="seattle viaduct Pictures, Images and Photos" border="0" height="136" src="http://i158.photobucket.com/albums/t99/urbanash/3806769_Viaduct.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and walked a block up to &lt;a href="http://www.lastsupperclub.com/"&gt;Last Supper Club&lt;/a&gt;. &amp;nbsp;It was one of our favorites plus we knew a few security guys so we never had to wait in line and NEVER had to pay cover. (is there any other way to go to a club? I think not...)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I met up with a few of my girl friends and a few guy friends and we just had a typical night out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Later, when we were dancing I noticed this guy. He was tall and dark and reeeeeealllllly hott. He was just standing around with these other guys trying to look tough, but man was he cute!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My friend Kristal's boyfriend started breaking and a small circle formed up. (My favorite part of going dancing is watching the really cool dance guys!) And then the really cute guy started dancing in the circle! And he was pretty good. ;) Instantly he went form trying to look tough to visibly having a good time. I couldn't stop smiling watching him.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then, the stupid new security guard came over and thought there was a fight and broke up the circle and kicked Kristal's boyfriend out. So Kristal and I went outside with him. They decided they were going to go home, but I still had other friends downstairs, so I decided to stay.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Now, this part is going to be &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;totally&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;corny... but I swear to you, this is EXACTLY how it happened.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was walking down the stairs and it was kinda dark so I was watching my steps carefully. &amp;nbsp;After I was about halfway down the stairwell, I looked up and the crowd parted and there stood the really hot guy. Like a GQ model. He was wearing a suit and a tie. His hair was styled but not spiky. Not too sweaty, but that sexy glistening. And he was looking right at me.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PlEoP95oZ_o/TCATAMIgN-I/AAAAAAAAAOA/Cc_Zu505I0E/s1600/male-model-gallery-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PlEoP95oZ_o/TCATAMIgN-I/AAAAAAAAAOA/Cc_Zu505I0E/s320/male-model-gallery-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Okaaaaaay.... maybe that's not exactly what he looked like.... hahaha!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But this is MY memory so I can remember it however I want!!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I kid you not, the music faded away and he was just watching me walk towards him. It was like a slow motion movie. He did the little head bob thing that guys do... you know what I'm talking about... and then had the cutest smile I have EVER seen. What was I supposed to do!? The super hot guy was &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;totally&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;picking me up from across the room!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(get ready... this is the corny part I was talking about... oh! you thought THAT part up there was corny? It gets better)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I grabbed him by his tie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAH!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;yup. And apparently that's all it took!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We danced for a while (read: until the club closed)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't even know what happened to my other friends.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was entirely entranced by this really hot guy's incredible charisma and majorly good dance skills.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So much so, that when he asked me if I wanted to hang out a little more I said, "yes."&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Now, rewind back before noticing the hot guy... I was standing by the bar while Kristal was getting a drink and this amazon drunk chick tripped backwards and STOMPED on my foot with her stilletto. &amp;nbsp;To say it hurt was an understatement. I later found out that she fractured my foot in two places.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Okay, back to hanging with the hot guy.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So we walked up a few blocks to an ATM (where I saw his pin number... it was totally easy, I promise I'm not a creep!) and then we went to this other club that was open for another hour and danced some more... I met his buddy and we took this picture:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PlEoP95oZ_o/TCALLaZIiSI/AAAAAAAAAN4/pJE1kO3TmUc/s1600/l_687c88795bb2a4b54746a59f3b2984ee.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PlEoP95oZ_o/TCALLaZIiSI/AAAAAAAAAN4/pJE1kO3TmUc/s200/l_687c88795bb2a4b54746a59f3b2984ee.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Then he asked me if I wanted to go to their hotel.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And I said YES!?!?!?!?!?!?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;DISCLAIMER: I PROMISE I AM NOT SOME KIND OF SLEEZY GIRL WHO GOES HOME WITH EVERY GUY I MEET AT THE CLUB. IN FACT THIS WAS THE FIRST GUY I EVER LEFT THE CLUB WITH! AND I HAVE NO OTHER EXPLANATION THAN THAT GOD HAD A BIGGER PLAN (OBVIOUSLY!) AND THAT GOD WAS IN CONTROL THAT NIGHT. BECAUSE NORMALLY, THERE IS NO WAY IN THE WORLD THAT I WOULD EVER ACT THIS WAY! AND I HADN'T EVEN HAD A SINGLE DRINK ALL NIGHT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So, remember the amazon drunk chick that stiletto stomped me and broke my foot?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well, the hot guy (who I do actually know his name by now...) told me his hotel was "just like two blocks away" so I decided to tough out the pain... mind you I'm wearing 4 inch high heels...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So we talked along the way.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hot guy told me he was in the army.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My response? "Oh, then this is NOT going to work out..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hot guy told me he wasn't going to sleep with me.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I laughed. (NOT what I had in mind anyway!!!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hot guy and I continued to just talk away... until I mentioned that we had been walking for &lt;i&gt;quite&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;a while... "I thought it was only two blocks away?"&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;His response? "Well, I guess it's a little further than I thought. I think its just a few more miles."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;MILES!!!?!?!?!?!?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I had a broken foot. And I walked MILES for this guy.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;THAT is how hot he was.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(hahahah!!!!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After we fiiiiiiiiiinally made it to their hotel, we hung out and talked in their room for a while, but it was too far for me to walk back to my car alone... Hot guy gave me a pair of shorts and I stayed the night.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;NOTE DISCLAIMER ABOVE!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And no, we didn't "do it."&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In the morning he drove me back to my car&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(which was THREE MILES AWAY!!!!!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and then asked when he could see me again.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We exchanged numbers but I assumed I would never see him again.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He called me that afternoon and made a date for Monday.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And then we talked on the phone just about every single day.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And he would drive two hours in Seattle traffic to come see me on week days.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Even when he had to be at PT in the morning at 6am. 65 miles away.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And the rest is history!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;6 months after the night we met he proposed and 4 months after that we got married!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And now, 2 years later, we are living across the country and buying a house.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To say that God &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;DIDN'T&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;have a plan that night would be ridiculous.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There is NO WAY that I would have ever decided to hang out with him that night (despite all his hottness) if God wasn't there pushing me after him.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So, THANKS GOD!!! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1872341607689330770-5559338562980590857?l=karissathomas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karissathomas.blogspot.com/feeds/5559338562980590857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://karissathomas.blogspot.com/2010/06/2-years-ago-today.html#comment-form' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1872341607689330770/posts/default/5559338562980590857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1872341607689330770/posts/default/5559338562980590857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karissathomas.blogspot.com/2010/06/2-years-ago-today.html' title='2 Years Ago Today'/><author><name>MrsThomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16221003964180207806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PlEoP95oZ_o/SjK5GxgpfcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/HP9qhSlf0rw/S220/Thomas_-1116.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PlEoP95oZ_o/TCATAMIgN-I/AAAAAAAAAOA/Cc_Zu505I0E/s72-c/male-model-gallery-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1872341607689330770.post-6936046469128455195</id><published>2010-06-21T10:36:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T10:46:05.324-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Introducing...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;...SPA Diaries!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 11px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://bloggerbiblebits.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="It's a SPA day!" border="0" src="http://i34.photobucket.com/albums/d110/assirak04/spabutton3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: auto;"&gt;A daily Bible Study Blog hosted by a few of your favorite bloggers!!&lt;br /&gt;(I'm one of your favorites right?) :P&lt;br /&gt;Meet the bloggers&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://bloggerbiblebits.blogspot.com/2010/06/meet-bloggers.html"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There will be five different studies -- one for each day of the week -- going on at the same time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So hop on over to &lt;a href="http://bloggerbiblebits.blogspot.com/"&gt;The SPA&lt;/a&gt; and follow in Nehemiah's footsteps and See Pray and Act.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(You can find me on Fridays hosting,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"But the Greatest of These is Love.")&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hope to see you there!&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/1872341607689330770-6936046469128455195?l=karissathomas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karissathomas.blogspot.com/feeds/6936046469128455195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://karissathomas.blogspot.com/2010/06/introducing.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1872341607689330770/posts/default/6936046469128455195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1872341607689330770/posts/default/6936046469128455195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karissathomas.blogspot.com/2010/06/introducing.html' title='Introducing...'/><author><name>MrsThomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16221003964180207806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PlEoP95oZ_o/SjK5GxgpfcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/HP9qhSlf0rw/S220/Thomas_-1116.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1872341607689330770.post-7314057437192317839</id><published>2010-06-17T16:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T16:19:16.508-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I have a new favorite blog!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;OH MY GOSH.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If you have not already beat me to this AMAZINGLY incredible blog, you MUST go and check it out right now.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I just spent the last hour browsing her projects and recipes and I didn't even scratch off the tip of the iceberg.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Go. Now. I'm in love.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 11px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://ourliebertfamily.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="UndertheTableandDreaming" border="0" src="http://i693.photobucket.com/albums/vv298/theliebertfamily/Picture7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1872341607689330770-7314057437192317839?l=karissathomas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karissathomas.blogspot.com/feeds/7314057437192317839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://karissathomas.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-have-new-favorite-blog.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1872341607689330770/posts/default/7314057437192317839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1872341607689330770/posts/default/7314057437192317839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karissathomas.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-have-new-favorite-blog.html' title='I have a new favorite blog!'/><author><name>MrsThomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16221003964180207806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PlEoP95oZ_o/SjK5GxgpfcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/HP9qhSlf0rw/S220/Thomas_-1116.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1872341607689330770.post-2468281418030081960</id><published>2010-06-16T08:31:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T11:51:08.717-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Better Wife Wednesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://karissathomas.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Better Wife Wednesday" border="0" src="http://i34.photobucket.com/albums/d110/assirak04/betterwifewednesday.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;textarea cols="13" name="Better Wife Wednesday" readonly="readonly" rows="4"&gt;&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;&amp;lt;ahref="http://karissathomas.blogspot.com/"target="_blank"&amp;gt;&amp;lt;img border="0"alt="Better Wife Wednesday"src="http://i34.photobucket.com/albums/d110/assirak04/betterwifewednesday.jpg"/&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/a&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;/textarea&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since I am a little *busy* lately... I decided to feature a new blogger and her WONDERFUL "Being a Better Wife" post.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: auto;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mrs. G is a newlywed army wife (just like me!) and her post really hit the nail on the head! &amp;nbsp;So get reading and then head on over to &lt;a href="http://kaytig.blogspot.com/"&gt;American Dreamer&lt;/a&gt; and start following!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;According to my online wedding countdown, I have been a wife for sixty six days now. And I absolutely love it. This marriage is a dream come true, and is so much more amazing than anything I could ever ask for. For whatever reason, God saw fit to bless me with perfection to have and to hold until death do us part. And it blows my mind every single day. I couldn't be more grateful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, over the past sixty six days I've found myself "trying to be a better wife"-- and then getting upset with myself when (by my own self-imposed standards) I've failed. This week I had one of those "duh" moments, where God humbled and encouraged me. I realized something that I thought I already knew. I'm not going to be the best wife I can be by trying to become a better wife. What I need to work on is becoming the woman that God created me to be. And then everything else will fall into place. My biggest problem is not that I'm not a good enough wife, it's that I haven't been spending nearly enough time with my savior. I'll be a better wife, friend, daughter, sister, everything when my heart is right with God and when I'm drawing close to Him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. . . when I was thinking about this today, I realized that every epiphany I've ever had has always been the same thing. "&lt;b&gt;Draw close to God&lt;/b&gt;." That is the answer to my every struggle. And I have to relearn it all the time. I will probably learn it eight million more times before I get to heaven-- but hopefully I start learning it quicker. Thank You Lord, for your incredible patience.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today, I'm deciding to become a better wife. For real. Not by cleaning the house more or improving my cooking skills, but by buliding my relationship with God. By allowing God to love through me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Don't you LOVE those "duh" moments when God so tenderly (or sometimes not so tenderly...) humbles and encourages us? &amp;nbsp;Mrs. G, you are SO right! I love your quote, "By allowing God to Love through me." Our relationships with our husbands will never succeed if we can't get our relationship right with God first. Every time in my life that I have ever struggled, I look back and I see that those were the times I &lt;i&gt;so FOOLISHLY&lt;/i&gt; thought I could do it on my own. &amp;nbsp;What a GREAT reminder to put God first and KEEP him there!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Your turn! Write a post about the importance to "draw close to God" in your marriage. &amp;nbsp;Has there been a time that you have fallen short all by yourself? Don't you LOVE God's awesome grace? I am SO thankful that he is there to pick up my pieces and guide me as I try to put it back the way HE wants it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1872341607689330770-2468281418030081960?l=karissathomas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karissathomas.blogspot.com/feeds/2468281418030081960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://karissathomas.blogspot.com/2010/06/better-wife-wednesday_16.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1872341607689330770/posts/default/2468281418030081960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1872341607689330770/posts/default/2468281418030081960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karissathomas.blogspot.com/2010/06/better-wife-wednesday_16.html' title='Better Wife Wednesday'/><author><name>MrsThomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16221003964180207806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PlEoP95oZ_o/SjK5GxgpfcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/HP9qhSlf0rw/S220/Thomas_-1116.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1872341607689330770.post-6245416133562081221</id><published>2010-06-15T13:56:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T17:12:20.646-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I want it... Tuesday?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I WANT this book!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Stamped-Metal-Jewelry-Creative-Techniques/dp/1596681772?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;tag=beiabetwif-20&amp;amp;link_code=bil&amp;amp;camp=213689&amp;amp;creative=392969" imageanchor="1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Stamped Metal Jewelry: Creative Techniques and Designs for Making Custom Jewelry" src="http://ws.amazon.com/widgets/q?MarketPlace=US&amp;amp;ServiceVersion=20070822&amp;amp;ID=AsinImage&amp;amp;WS=1&amp;amp;Format=_SL160_&amp;amp;ASIN=1596681772&amp;amp;tag=beiabetwif-20" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="1" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=beiabetwif-20&amp;amp;l=bil&amp;amp;camp=213689&amp;amp;creative=392969&amp;amp;o=1&amp;amp;a=1596681772" style="border: none !important; margin: 0px !important; padding: 0px !important;" width="1" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am in LOVE with hand stamped metal jewelry right now...&lt;br /&gt;I want &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/listing/48830724/awsome-stamping-kit-tools-of-the-trade"&gt;THIS&lt;/a&gt; tool kit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I want to make stuff like this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 11px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://thevintagepearl.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://thevintagepearl.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thevintagepearl.com/"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2456/3604710328_92f8da5b23_o.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: auto;"&gt;and her hand stamped sterling square shown &lt;a href="http://thevintagepearl.blogspot.com/2010/06/new-stuff-old-stuff-giveaway.html"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm in love and I REALLY want it :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next on the list?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PlEoP95oZ_o/TBfha2KNTAI/AAAAAAAAANo/V4isTZ1uaFg/s1600/il_430xN.144432598.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PlEoP95oZ_o/TBfha2KNTAI/AAAAAAAAANo/V4isTZ1uaFg/s320/il_430xN.144432598.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;found &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/listing/47033228/the-clutch-brancheswhite"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;OH MY GOSH!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I have been looking for a new clutch/wallet (mine is old and falling apart...) and this is EVERYTHING I am looking for!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PlEoP95oZ_o/TBflYbXj3pI/AAAAAAAAANw/6Fn4n4vh9cI/s1600/il_430xN.141310703.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PlEoP95oZ_o/TBflYbXj3pI/AAAAAAAAANw/6Fn4n4vh9cI/s320/il_430xN.141310703.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;found &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/listing/41696532/new-sale-bag-blue-everyday-bag-spring?ref=v1_other_2"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I love the shape and totally love the fabric!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1872341607689330770-6245416133562081221?l=karissathomas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karissathomas.blogspot.com/feeds/6245416133562081221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://karissathomas.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-want-it-tuesday.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1872341607689330770/posts/default/6245416133562081221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1872341607689330770/posts/default/6245416133562081221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karissathomas.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-want-it-tuesday.html' title='I want it... Tuesday?'/><author><name>MrsThomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16221003964180207806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PlEoP95oZ_o/SjK5GxgpfcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/HP9qhSlf0rw/S220/Thomas_-1116.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PlEoP95oZ_o/TBfha2KNTAI/AAAAAAAAANo/V4isTZ1uaFg/s72-c/il_430xN.144432598.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1872341607689330770.post-386723522810586926</id><published>2010-06-12T22:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-12T22:06:32.139-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bye Bye my Beautiful Cadi!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So, we said goodbye today to my B-E-A-Utiful Cadi.&lt;br /&gt;*tear*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PlEoP95oZ_o/TBQ3FmUCbJI/AAAAAAAAANA/_YI2X9-Tt7o/s1600/2010-cadillac-srx-crossover-picture-1-588x441.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PlEoP95oZ_o/TBQ3FmUCbJI/AAAAAAAAANA/_YI2X9-Tt7o/s320/2010-cadillac-srx-crossover-picture-1-588x441.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bye bye pretty, shiny grill and headlights...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PlEoP95oZ_o/TBQ3HWYHgJI/AAAAAAAAANI/A-7wgTG1DCI/s1600/2010+Cadillac+SRX+_2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PlEoP95oZ_o/TBQ3HWYHgJI/AAAAAAAAANI/A-7wgTG1DCI/s320/2010+Cadillac+SRX+_2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Bye bye sparkly gray paint...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PlEoP95oZ_o/TBQ3Jgz22kI/AAAAAAAAANQ/rjtiIssh5m0/s1600/112_0906_05z%2B2010_cadillac_SRX%2Binterior.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PlEoP95oZ_o/TBQ3Jgz22kI/AAAAAAAAANQ/rjtiIssh5m0/s320/112_0906_05z%2B2010_cadillac_SRX%2Binterior.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Bye bye push button start.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Bye bye USB port iPhone charger.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Bye bye pretty center console and my favorite little analog clock...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But HELLLOOOOOOOO Big, Sexy 4x4 F-150!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PlEoP95oZ_o/TBQ6qd6THKI/AAAAAAAAANY/TA3_MRA31ls/s1600/07F150_tease.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PlEoP95oZ_o/TBQ6qd6THKI/AAAAAAAAANY/TA3_MRA31ls/s320/07F150_tease.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;of course that means the truck is the Hub's new car and I'm back to driving the Cougar...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PlEoP95oZ_o/TBQ7-PBc-9I/AAAAAAAAANg/0ngwPgugonA/s1600/1ZWFT61LXX5762013-1c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PlEoP95oZ_o/TBQ7-PBc-9I/AAAAAAAAANg/0ngwPgugonA/s320/1ZWFT61LXX5762013-1c.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...but that's okay. It's was my car before we got married. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1872341607689330770-386723522810586926?l=karissathomas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karissathomas.blogspot.com/feeds/386723522810586926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://karissathomas.blogspot.com/2010/06/bye-bye-my-beautiful-cadi.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1872341607689330770/posts/default/386723522810586926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1872341607689330770/posts/default/386723522810586926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karissathomas.blogspot.com/2010/06/bye-bye-my-beautiful-cadi.html' title='Bye Bye my Beautiful Cadi!'/><author><name>MrsThomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16221003964180207806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PlEoP95oZ_o/SjK5GxgpfcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/HP9qhSlf0rw/S220/Thomas_-1116.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PlEoP95oZ_o/TBQ3FmUCbJI/AAAAAAAAANA/_YI2X9-Tt7o/s72-c/2010-cadillac-srx-crossover-picture-1-588x441.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1872341607689330770.post-4141609354502338716</id><published>2010-06-12T12:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-12T12:50:36.119-04:00</updated><title type='text'>12 Days Until Closing!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;everyone join me now,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;phew! I feel a &lt;i&gt;little&lt;/i&gt; better now. No, not really. I'm still a little stressed... but I'm doing okay.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just cleaning house, hanging with the mutts, spending just about every day signing and faxing paperwork back and forth with our mortgage broker and our real estate agent... still working on buttons and things and trying not to get totally overwhelmed.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(I'm not sure how well that's going)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Later today, possibly trading in our car... no more Cadi :(&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And shopping to find a wonderful gift for Abigail's baby shower tomorrow!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(I know, I'm totally a slacker...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hope everyone enjoys their weekend! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1872341607689330770-4141609354502338716?l=karissathomas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karissathomas.blogspot.com/feeds/4141609354502338716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://karissathomas.blogspot.com/2010/06/12-days-until-closing.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1872341607689330770/posts/default/4141609354502338716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1872341607689330770/posts/default/4141609354502338716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karissathomas.blogspot.com/2010/06/12-days-until-closing.html' title='12 Days Until Closing!!!'/><author><name>MrsThomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16221003964180207806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PlEoP95oZ_o/SjK5GxgpfcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/HP9qhSlf0rw/S220/Thomas_-1116.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1872341607689330770.post-7608136243475350172</id><published>2010-06-10T08:31:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T10:18:07.314-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Lt. Dan Berschinski</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As many of you know, my handsome husband was deployed to Afghanistan this time last year. We were very fortunate and he was sent home on a mid-tour PCS back in November so that we could come here for his MCCC course. Despite the fact that his deployment was very short (only 4 months long, praise God), his unit has faced some of the hardest times in the US history of war in Afghanistan.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There have been countless news articles and innumerable video segments from news stations across the US talking about the troubles this unit has faced. 22 soldiers were also sent home early, only to their home in Heaven and not back to their families in the states. Far too many more were injured.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If you have not yet checked out my button on the left, Lt. Dan Berschinski is one of the soldiers from this unit. My husband was fortunate enough to be his mentor when Lt. Berschinski first joined them at Fort Lewis.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lt. Bershinski has spent the last 10 months convalescing at Walter Reed Army Medical Center after he was seriously injured in Afghanistan in August 2009. Dan Berschinski, a 1st Lieutenant in the U.S. Army, lost both his legs in an explosion of an improvised explosive device.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Over Memorial Day weekend, my husband and I were fortunate enough to run a 5k to raise funds for the Lt. Dan Berschinski Fund and my hubs was able to talk with Dan. (you can read my post about it&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://karissathomas.blogspot.com/2010/06/darn-you-rain-im-not-in-seattle-anymore.html"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;) Unfortunately, we missed the ceremonies later in the afternoon, but Dan's brother posted this video of Dan's Memorial Day speech.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Beware: I cried like a big baby.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;object height="360" width="580"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/iWhCZXD1olI&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/iWhCZXD1olI&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="580" height="360"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1872341607689330770-7608136243475350172?l=karissathomas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karissathomas.blogspot.com/feeds/7608136243475350172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://karissathomas.blogspot.com/2010/06/lt-dan-berschinski.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1872341607689330770/posts/default/7608136243475350172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1872341607689330770/posts/default/7608136243475350172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karissathomas.blogspot.com/2010/06/lt-dan-berschinski.html' title='Lt. Dan Berschinski'/><author><name>MrsThomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16221003964180207806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PlEoP95oZ_o/SjK5GxgpfcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/HP9qhSlf0rw/S220/Thomas_-1116.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1872341607689330770.post-6782272945131081517</id><published>2010-06-10T00:25:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T02:00:53.439-04:00</updated><title type='text'>ALERT! ALERT!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;BIG NEWS!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Better Wife Blog Design is in &lt;i&gt;partially &lt;/i&gt;full effect. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: auto;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: auto;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;CHECK OUT THE NEW STUFF!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(not that there is anything there... I litterally &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;just&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;started it)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;but start following now and I will move over the old and add more with a WHOLE BUNCH of new! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;there will be giveaways at every 100 followers, so SPREAD the news!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://betterwifeblogdesign.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Better Wife Blog Design" border="0" src="http://i34.photobucket.com/albums/d110/assirak04/betterwifeblogdesignbig.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;textarea cols="13" name="Better Wife Blog Design" readonly="readonly" rows="4"&gt;&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;&amp;lt;a href="http://betterwifeblogdesign.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&amp;gt;&amp;lt;img border="0" alt="Better Wife Blog Design"src="http://i34.photobucket.com/albums/d110/assirak04/betterwifeblogdesignbig.jpg"/&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/a&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;/textarea&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1872341607689330770-6782272945131081517?l=karissathomas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karissathomas.blogspot.com/feeds/6782272945131081517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://karissathomas.blogspot.com/2010/06/alert-alert.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1872341607689330770/posts/default/6782272945131081517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1872341607689330770/posts/default/6782272945131081517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karissathomas.blogspot.com/2010/06/alert-alert.html' title='ALERT! ALERT!!'/><author><name>MrsThomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16221003964180207806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PlEoP95oZ_o/SjK5GxgpfcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/HP9qhSlf0rw/S220/Thomas_-1116.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1872341607689330770.post-6335475066582736507</id><published>2010-06-09T09:36:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T10:37:19.568-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Better Wife Wednesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://karissathomas.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Better Wife Wednesday" border="0" src="http://i34.photobucket.com/albums/d110/assirak04/betterwifewednesday.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt; &lt;center&gt;&lt;textarea cols="13" name="Better Wife Wednesday" readonly="readonly" rows="4"&gt;&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;&amp;lt;a href="http://karissathomas.blogspot.com" target="_blank"&amp;gt;&amp;lt;img border="0" alt="Better Wife Wednesday" src="http://i34.photobucket.com/albums/d110/assirak04/betterwifewednesday.jpg"/&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/a&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;/textarea&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: auto;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"This is my Son, whom I love. Listen to Him!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Mark 9:7 &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yesterday, the hubs and I were out golfing. &amp;nbsp;Or rather, he was golfing and I was walking with him enjoying the course and the beautiful sunshiney weather -- which reminds me, don't go golfing (read: 3hours) without sunscreen when you are a whitey like me. &amp;nbsp;Anywho, we got on the topic of me going back to school and whether or not I should take online classes or classes in a classroom. I explained to my hubs that &lt;i&gt;I've done it&lt;/i&gt; both ways! I &lt;b&gt;know&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;what works for me! "and frankly," I said, "I am just not a very good listener!" (but between you and me, I'm pretty sure my sweet hubs knew that about me already)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Marriage&lt;/b&gt; is a call to listen.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When our spouses are frustrating and create difficult situations for us, God calls us to listen to his still, small voice and ask, "What do you want me to learn from this? How do you want to use this situation to change my heart? Where do you want me to grow today?"&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But instead of listening, our impatience immediately wants to provide commentary. &amp;nbsp;Our natural arrogance is eager to speak, to be heard and to be understood! (I know &lt;i&gt;mine&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;sure is!) If you're anything like me, we can't &lt;i&gt;wait&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;to express our opinion, state our outrage, or make &lt;i&gt;perfectly&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;clear our intentions; but the Bible warns, "When words are many, sin is not absent" (Proverbs 10:19).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That's pretty much a flashing neon sign for me telling me kindly,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"SHUT YOUR MOUTH!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It is so easy for us when things aren't going our way to ask God, "Why!?" Why is my marriage falling apart? Why can't I find the job I want? Why Why WHY!? When the more appropriate question is&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;what?&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;What&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;do you want me to learn from this, God? What character issue are you eager to transform?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Why" questions are interrogations; we &lt;i&gt;want&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;an explanation! "What" questions humbly ask for insight. "Why" questions assume God has to defend himself; "what" questions more correctly put the blame on us: how do &lt;i&gt;we&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;need to change?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Marriage is an amazing school in the art of listening. Through our first year of marriage my report card definitely read a big, fat, red "F." I would like to say that my grades are going up, but I doubt I'm much higher than a "D" at this point. If you are anything like me, listening sometimes feels like an unnatural act, requiring supernatural assistance. &amp;nbsp;When I am upset or frustrated, I don't want to listen to &lt;i&gt;anyone; &lt;/i&gt;not even God. I want to state my case! I want to make it very clear how &lt;b&gt;I FEEL!&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But thank goodness God knew what he was doing when he called us to marriage. Listening is an active discipline, it requires serious motivation and about as much humility as any spiritual obligation we will ever accept. It also provides the foundation for our spiritual health. Jesus spent a pretty good amount of his time on earth urging people to &lt;i&gt;just listen:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;"Listen and understand" (Matthew 16:10).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;"He who has ears to hear, let him hear" (Mark 4:9).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;"Again Jesus called the crowd to him and said, 'Listen to me, everyone, and understand this'" (Mark 7:14).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;"Consider carefully how you listen" (Luke 8:18).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;"Listen carefully to what I am about to tell you" (Luke 9:44).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;"My sheep listen to my voice" (John 10:27).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Gary Thomas said, "Listening is the motor oil for both spiritual growth and marital health. Without it, the friction and the heat will cause the gears of our souls to jam and break, blowing up the engine." Relationships start to break down when both parties keep talking and stop listening. Being together, building intimacy, and growing in oneness &lt;i&gt;require&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;that we &lt;b&gt;LISTEN.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;When we stop listening, we stop loving.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I found a quote from Albert Einstein which I love (being that I'm a math kind of girl), &amp;nbsp;“If A equals success, then the formula is A equals X plus Y and Z, with X being work, Y play, and Z keeping your mouth shut.” I am finding that this is a great formula for success in marriage as well.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Listening, of course, is really not that easy (for me anyway...). Listening requires a colossal shift in attitude. It really &lt;i&gt;does&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;require &lt;i&gt;supernatural&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;help! Thankfully, we have a pretty awesome supernatural being on our team: one pretty amazing and awe-inspiring God. God uses the challenge of marriage to teach us about ourselves. He uses our spouses to teach us how the other gender thinks and reacts. He uses marriage to give perspective, and quite possibly a new outlook. God does not limit his lessons according to the "holiness" of the persons we live with; he is fully able to speak through even the worst of sinners.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: auto;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: auto;"&gt;But when we refuse to listen, we miss ALL of this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Brenda Ueland, an American feminist and author from 1891-1985 once said, “Listening is a magnetic and strange thing, a creative force. When we really listen to people there is an alternating current, and this recharges us so that we never get tired of each other. We are constantly being re-created.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: auto;"&gt;The best way to change your marriage and to be a better wife is to start listening more than you talk. And when you pray, listen more than you complain. Use your ears and watch how God uses your new found listening skills to reawaken your heart and revive your marriage. I have found that God will use any situation in life to teach me something, it is all just a matter of whether I choose to listen.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: auto;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week, listen. I know I sure need to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;If you decide to make a vow to LISTEN this week, please sign the linky list below with your name and link us to your blog&lt;br /&gt;ie. Karissa @ Being a Better Wife&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 12px; font-style: normal; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;script src="http://www.linkytools.com/basic_linky_include.aspx?id=30755" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&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/1872341607689330770-6335475066582736507?l=karissathomas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karissathomas.blogspot.com/feeds/6335475066582736507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://karissathomas.blogspot.com/2010/06/better-wife-wednesday_09.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1872341607689330770/posts/default/6335475066582736507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1872341607689330770/posts/default/6335475066582736507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karissathomas.blogspot.com/2010/06/better-wife-wednesday_09.html' title='Better Wife Wednesday'/><author><name>MrsThomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16221003964180207806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PlEoP95oZ_o/SjK5GxgpfcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/HP9qhSlf0rw/S220/Thomas_-1116.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1872341607689330770.post-2078627685780139453</id><published>2010-06-08T17:02:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T17:10:13.350-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I really don't have much to say...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but I thought I would check in...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was able to complete my giant list the other day! YAY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And the sellers accepted our offer!!! (well, kinda... they countered at a little higher and then WE accepted)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So as long as the inspection goes well, the house is OURS!!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The countdown is officially ON.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In the meantime, I am working on a blog design for a new blog that a few other ladies and myself are hoping to start soon! I will disclose this information when the time gets closer and we are a little more ready &amp;nbsp;;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And! I am working on some more buttons and headers and hopefully in the next month (despite all the moving stuff) I will have my Better Wife Blog Design up and running! Woohoo!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PlEoP95oZ_o/TA6tsPjR4bI/AAAAAAAAALk/hun1QGwRgMk/s1600/betterwifeblogdesign.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PlEoP95oZ_o/TA6tsPjR4bI/AAAAAAAAALk/hun1QGwRgMk/s320/betterwifeblogdesign.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Here was my very first attempt at a scrapbook blog design!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PlEoP95oZ_o/TA6tovgBNuI/AAAAAAAAALc/NNuD7m9RizA/s1600/firsttry.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="219" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PlEoP95oZ_o/TA6tovgBNuI/AAAAAAAAALc/NNuD7m9RizA/s320/firsttry.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;and here are my latest buttons!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://abigailsday.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Abigail's Day" border="0" src="http://i34.photobucket.com/albums/d110/assirak04/abigailsday7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;a href="http://headinthegameheartinthesand.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Head in the Game. Heart in the Sand" border="0" src="http://i34.photobucket.com/albums/d110/assirak04/headheart4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;a href="http://headinthegameheartinthesand.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; white-space: normal;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://mjandmatt.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="It's a Semper Fi Kinda Love" border="0" src="http://i34.photobucket.com/albums/d110/assirak04/semperfikindalove.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; white-space: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://justagirl623.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Just a Girl" border="0" src="http://i34.photobucket.com/albums/d110/assirak04/justagirl5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande', Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://sjhainline.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Stuck in a World of Blue and Camo" border="0" src="http://i34.photobucket.com/albums/d110/assirak04/stuckinaworldofblueandcamo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://karissathomas.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt=" " border="0" src="http://i34.photobucket.com/albums/d110/assirak04/stryker.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1872341607689330770-2078627685780139453?l=karissathomas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karissathomas.blogspot.com/feeds/2078627685780139453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://karissathomas.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-really-dont-have-much-to-say.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1872341607689330770/posts/default/2078627685780139453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1872341607689330770/posts/default/2078627685780139453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karissathomas.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-really-dont-have-much-to-say.html' title='I really don&apos;t have much to say...'/><author><name>MrsThomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16221003964180207806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PlEoP95oZ_o/SjK5GxgpfcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/HP9qhSlf0rw/S220/Thomas_-1116.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PlEoP95oZ_o/TA6tsPjR4bI/AAAAAAAAALk/hun1QGwRgMk/s72-c/betterwifeblogdesign.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1872341607689330770.post-4177653404647725659</id><published>2010-06-07T11:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T11:02:51.829-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Craziness</title><content type='html'>So there has been some serious craziness going on around here lately...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. we were back in the Ft Stewart area looking at houses over the weekend... looked at over 35 houses in one day. (LOVE our real estate agent! OMG!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. we MADE AN OFFER ON A HOUSE!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I am in the process (taking a little break) of finding a home inspector, mailing our earnest money, shopping for home owners insurance, praying they accept our offer, cleaning the house and preparing to MOVE in 18 days (!!!!!!!!), oh the list goes on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. tomorrow is hub's graduation from MCCC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. he is getting ready to leave to ranger school in 20 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. He had his PT test this morning and lost our only key to his car... had to call a locksmith and have a new key made... but then found the key again. (at least now we have two keys!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I still need to find a dress to wear to his graduation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. I still need to pick up the mutts from boarding and bathe them (they are always stinky after being at boarding all weekend)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9, and because of all the storms and rain, I have to mow the lawn ALL over again! despite the fact that I mowed it last week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. have to pay bills&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. and I am planning to bring flowers and brownies to our neighbor... her dad died (cancer) and her husband (they just got married about 3 weeks ago) is set to deploy any day now... :( (please pray for them)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sooooo.... that's what I'm up to! I'm sure I forgot some things that are on the list... but I've got to get back to it!! AHHHHH!!!! We might be homeowners by tonight!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1872341607689330770-4177653404647725659?l=karissathomas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karissathomas.blogspot.com/feeds/4177653404647725659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://karissathomas.blogspot.com/2010/06/craziness.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1872341607689330770/posts/default/4177653404647725659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1872341607689330770/posts/default/4177653404647725659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karissathomas.blogspot.com/2010/06/craziness.html' title='Craziness'/><author><name>MrsThomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16221003964180207806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PlEoP95oZ_o/SjK5GxgpfcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/HP9qhSlf0rw/S220/Thomas_-1116.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1872341607689330770.post-7527159437487879665</id><published>2010-06-03T12:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T12:38:03.632-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wisdom-less</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I survived. Sort of.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Actually, I'm doing pretty good. My face isn't &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;nearly&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;as giant as it was yesterday.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Apparently, most everyone I know was put under to have their wisdom teeth taken out... but oh! Not me! I was wiiiiiiide awake. &amp;nbsp;And crying. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My sweet little asian lady dentist... bless her heart... but she is NOT gentle with that giant needle of numbness.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PlEoP95oZ_o/TAfZj7ds-XI/AAAAAAAAAK4/gqdG_-EyKPI/s1600/19701-Clipart-Illustration-Of-A-White-Nurse-Lady-In-Scrubs-Carrying-A-Giant-Syringe-Over-Her-Shoulder-While-Preparing-A-Vaccine-For-A-Hospital-Patient.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PlEoP95oZ_o/TAfZj7ds-XI/AAAAAAAAAK4/gqdG_-EyKPI/s200/19701-Clipart-Illustration-Of-A-White-Nurse-Lady-In-Scrubs-Carrying-A-Giant-Syringe-Over-Her-Shoulder-While-Preparing-A-Vaccine-For-A-Hospital-Patient.jpg" width="181" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nor was she very gentle when she had to rest her forearm across my forehead for leverage while she was yanking my teeth out.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The top two came out alright... but the bottom two were impacted and thought they wanted to stay.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My sweet dentist --out of breath from pulling-- had to call in the cavalry. "Can I get an extra set of hands in room 4 please?" (over the INTERCOM!) Yes. She needed an extra set of hands to HOLD MY HEAD DOWN!!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thank GOD for those &lt;i&gt;painfully awful&lt;/i&gt; shots of numbness.... I can't IMAGINE this situation without them!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So with one lady holding my head down (with BOTH HANDS and her entire BODY as leverage), another doing the suction (for the truly massive amount of blood in my mouth) and my sweet little dentist yanking, they finally got my last tooth out.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PlEoP95oZ_o/TAfZmB8FacI/AAAAAAAAALA/znAa2MM0pyk/s1600/pulling-teeth_~pgi0040.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="192" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PlEoP95oZ_o/TAfZmB8FacI/AAAAAAAAALA/znAa2MM0pyk/s200/pulling-teeth_~pgi0040.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I drearily (is that a word?) walked out to the car where my sweet hubs was waiting for me and we drove over to the Walgreens for my pain medication... then home where we sat on the couch and I iced my cheeks and he watched 24.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;FYI: applesauce doesn't taste very good with blood.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Actually, blood just doesn't taste good at all. I will not be joining the vampire kids any time soon. Yuck!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Despite the fact that I was a total baby and had tears rolling down my face the whole time, it's over with! (well, kinda. I have to go back next week to have my stitches taken out...) And yes, it was actually WORSE than I imagined it would have been... but hey! It's a good story right?! ...if only I could TALK to tell it!!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: line-through;"&gt;[092] have my wisdom teeth pulled (just generally scared!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1872341607689330770-7527159437487879665?l=karissathomas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karissathomas.blogspot.com/feeds/7527159437487879665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://karissathomas.blogspot.com/2010/06/wisdom-less.html#comment-form' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1872341607689330770/posts/default/7527159437487879665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1872341607689330770/posts/default/7527159437487879665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karissathomas.blogspot.com/2010/06/wisdom-less.html' title='Wisdom-less'/><author><name>MrsThomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16221003964180207806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PlEoP95oZ_o/SjK5GxgpfcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/HP9qhSlf0rw/S220/Thomas_-1116.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PlEoP95oZ_o/TAfZj7ds-XI/AAAAAAAAAK4/gqdG_-EyKPI/s72-c/19701-Clipart-Illustration-Of-A-White-Nurse-Lady-In-Scrubs-Carrying-A-Giant-Syringe-Over-Her-Shoulder-While-Preparing-A-Vaccine-For-A-Hospital-Patient.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1872341607689330770.post-1447331315627256744</id><published>2010-06-02T05:00:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T11:57:46.586-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Better Wife Wednesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://karissathomas.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Better Wife Wednesday" border="0" src="http://i34.photobucket.com/albums/d110/assirak04/betterwifewednesday.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;textarea cols="13" name="Better Wife Wednesday" readonly="readonly" rows="4"&gt;&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;&amp;lt;a href="http://karissathomas.blogspot.com" target="_blank"&amp;gt;&amp;lt;img border="0" alt="Better Wife Wednesday" src="http://i34.photobucket.com/albums/d110/assirak04/betterwifewednesday.jpg"/&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/a&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;/textarea&gt;&lt;/center&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;i&gt;Let us purify ourselves from everything that contaminates body and spirit, perfecting holiness out of reverence for God." &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;2 Corinthians 7:1&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The other day I was watching a re-run of House. The patient was a female. At first, she had a rash, then she had a seizure, then her liver failed, then her lungs were failing, and... you know how House goes. Now Dr. House had two options. He could go and fix each individual problem... get a liver transplant, fix her lungs, fix her rash, and so on... OR he could find the TRUE root of the problem and solve it all! What would you choose if you were the patient?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You would fix the TRUE root of the problem! NOT just the symptoms! Am I right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well, of course this is what House did. And he saved the day in the process!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The same goes for our marriages. We can say over and over,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"We need to have better communication"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"We aren't intimate enough"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"We need to stop fighting"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"We need to show more appreciation for each other"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the list goes on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But are these the true problems? Or are they just the superficial symptoms? &amp;nbsp;There must be something deeper going on that is causing all of these negative symptoms in our marriage and relationships. What is the ROOT of all these symptoms? I believe the ROOT of all these problems is a lack of or a misguided &lt;i&gt;spiritual motivation.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think Gary Thomas, author of "Devotions for a Sacred Marriage," put it best when he wrote:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;"It all comes down to this: Are you a God-centered spouse or a spouse-centered spouse? A spouse-centered spouse acts nicely toward her husband when he acts nicely towards her. She is accommodating as long as her husband pays her attention. A spouse-centered husband will go out of his way for his wife, as long as she remains agreeable and affectionate. He'll romance her, as long as he feels rewarded for doing so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;But Paul tells us we are to perfect holiness out of reverence for God. Since God is always worthy to be revered, we are always called to holiness; we are always called to love. A God-centered spouse feels more motivated by his or her commitment to God than by whatever response a spouse may give."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If I am to rid myself of anything that may contaminate body or spirit, then there is no room in my life for jealousy, bitterness, resentment, selfishness, or anger. The Bible says I am ALWAYS called to practice gentleness, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, and self-control. Someone else's sin -- even sin of my spouse against me -- NEVER gives me the right to respond with sin. I am called to only ONE motivation: reverence for God.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Whatever my hubs does or doesn't do is almost irrelevant. Every decision I make, every word I say, every thought I think, every action I perform is to flow out of ONE holy motivation: reverence for God.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;How can we be a God-centered spouse on a daily basis? Post your Top 5 ways to be a God-centered spouse and link it back here with the Better Wife Wednesday button. Be sure to leave a comment with the link to your post so we can all follow along!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;UPDATE! Ok, let's see if the linky works :) Thanks Amber for the idea!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 12px; font-style: normal; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;script src="http://www.linkytools.com/basic_linky_include.aspx?id=29910" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: auto;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1872341607689330770-1447331315627256744?l=karissathomas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karissathomas.blogspot.com/feeds/1447331315627256744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://karissathomas.blogspot.com/2010/06/better-wife-wednesday.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1872341607689330770/posts/default/1447331315627256744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1872341607689330770/posts/default/1447331315627256744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karissathomas.blogspot.com/2010/06/better-wife-wednesday.html' title='Better Wife Wednesday'/><author><name>MrsThomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16221003964180207806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PlEoP95oZ_o/SjK5GxgpfcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/HP9qhSlf0rw/S220/Thomas_-1116.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1872341607689330770.post-6720404978586677878</id><published>2010-06-01T15:24:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T15:24:45.359-04:00</updated><title type='text'>FREE BOOKS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If you haven't yet, go to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.militaryonesource.com/MOS/FindInformation/Category/Topic/Issue.aspx?MaterialTypeGroupIDOpened=6"&gt;Military OneSource&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;register and order your free books!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I just received:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Eat-Pray-Love-Everything-Indonesia/dp/0143038419?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;tag=beiabetwif-20&amp;amp;link_code=bil&amp;amp;camp=213689&amp;amp;creative=392969" imageanchor="1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Eat, Pray, Love: One Woman's Search for Everything Across Italy, India and Indonesia" src="http://ws.amazon.com/widgets/q?MarketPlace=US&amp;amp;ServiceVersion=20070822&amp;amp;ID=AsinImage&amp;amp;WS=1&amp;amp;Format=_SL160_&amp;amp;ASIN=0143038419&amp;amp;tag=beiabetwif-20" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Chicken-Soup-Military-Wifes-Soul/dp/0757302653?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;tag=beiabetwif-20&amp;amp;link_code=bil&amp;amp;camp=213689&amp;amp;creative=392969" imageanchor="1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Chicken Soup for the Military Wife's Soul: Stories to Touch the Heart and Rekindle the Spirit (Chicken Soup for the Soul)" src="http://ws.amazon.com/widgets/q?MarketPlace=US&amp;amp;ServiceVersion=20070822&amp;amp;ID=AsinImage&amp;amp;WS=1&amp;amp;Format=_SL160_&amp;amp;ASIN=0757302653&amp;amp;tag=beiabetwif-20" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="1" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=beiabetwif-20&amp;amp;l=bil&amp;amp;camp=213689&amp;amp;creative=392969&amp;amp;o=1&amp;amp;a=0757302653" style="border: none !important; 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I'm NOT in Seattle anymore!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As far as my past Memorial Day Weekends go, I have always been back in Washington. And in Washington (particularly the Seattle area) Memorial Day is ALWAYS SUNNY and signifies the beginning of the summertime! So WHY is it that I move to the south where it has been summer-like here for MONTHS and Memorial Day Weekend comes (read: SUMMER STARTS!) and it is POURING DOWN RAIN. ALL THE TIME!!! Did I switch places or something?! What the heck!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The main source of this rant is that yesterday I was mowing the lawn and when I was about 90% done, it started MONSOON RAINING on me. Not kidding. And so then I was going to finish it today and when I was walking to the bedroom to get my lawn mowing clothes on, I heard pounding on the roof. It had started poring AGAIN. So basically, I don't have to mow the lawn today! :) But, I kinda wanted to just get it over with... the lawn looks a little funny. ;)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anywho... the 5k was AWESOME. I have not had so much fun running in my life. There was a HUGE turnout in support of &lt;a href="http://danberschinski.blogspot.com/"&gt;LT. DAN BERSCHINSKI&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;(be sure to grab his new button to the left!) The hubs wore his ruck with 50lbs in it and ran along side me. (Otherwise, he would have definitely ran off without me because I'm too slow for him...) But the course was BEAUTIFUL. If you haven't been to Peachtree City, GA you must GO. Absolutely beautiful. :) It reminded me of Washington. (Which I consider to be the greatest place on the planet, FYI.)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When we got there, we weren't sure if the Hubs would be able to see Dan... there was no clarification as to whether or not he would be at the race, only that he would be at a ceremony later in the evening... which we would not be able to make it to. (dog boarding thing... they are closed on Sundays and Holidays for pick up, so if we didn't pick them up by 3pm on Saturday, we would have to pay for two extra nights and not be able to pick up until today... LAME!) ANYway... after checking in at 6:30am we got to wait around until the race started at 8am... but guess who showed up around 7:30!! Dan rolled in and was talking to a few guys that immediately surrounded him (looked like maybe dads of friends? or family friends?) The hubs and I stood about 20 feet away waiting for the crowd to clear. While all the guys were talking to Dan, he caught a glimpse of the hubs through the crowd and his face just lit up! While I started crying, the hubs walked over and did the man-shake handshake with Dan (you know what it looks like... the handshake-turn-handgrip-turn-half-hug... yah). And they talked for a few minutes... it was awesome. It made me REALLY happy. :) And it was really encouraging to see Dan looking so happy despite the circumstances.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(I will try to post the pic of the Hubs and Dan together soon... it's on his phone)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here is proof we did it:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(notice my EXTREMELY red face? THAT is the proof) &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PlEoP95oZ_o/TAVNnwF0tlI/AAAAAAAAAKw/TitjXjWPl4Q/s1600/29496_923040956468_10706559_49964345_3416926_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PlEoP95oZ_o/TAVNnwF0tlI/AAAAAAAAAKw/TitjXjWPl4Q/s320/29496_923040956468_10706559_49964345_3416926_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We didn't quite reach my goal of finishing under 30min... we finished in 32:40.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We are also looking forward to our next 5k together! We had a ton of fun! I for one, have never enjoyed running with anyone else (my hubs) more! So this is definitely something we look forward to doing again and again!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;----------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tomorrow I am getting my wisdom teeth pulled....&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*whimper*&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I just keep reminding myself that I get to eat pudding and ice cream and applesauce. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-----------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I still have some more blog buttons to finish up... I promise I haven't forgotten about you! We've just been bombarded with crazy amounts of busy-ness lately!!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1872341607689330770-4029061708703192698?l=karissathomas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karissathomas.blogspot.com/feeds/4029061708703192698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://karissathomas.blogspot.com/2010/06/darn-you-rain-im-not-in-seattle-anymore.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1872341607689330770/posts/default/4029061708703192698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1872341607689330770/posts/default/4029061708703192698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karissathomas.blogspot.com/2010/06/darn-you-rain-im-not-in-seattle-anymore.html' title='Darn You Rain! I&apos;m NOT in Seattle anymore!!!'/><author><name>MrsThomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16221003964180207806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PlEoP95oZ_o/SjK5GxgpfcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/HP9qhSlf0rw/S220/Thomas_-1116.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PlEoP95oZ_o/TAVNnwF0tlI/AAAAAAAAAKw/TitjXjWPl4Q/s72-c/29496_923040956468_10706559_49964345_3416926_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1872341607689330770.post-2742155140212112967</id><published>2010-05-29T07:00:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-29T07:00:05.791-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"Happy" Memorial Day?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I do not know the author of this, but a friend of mine posted this on her FB page and the moment I read it I knew I wanted to share. I feel so fortunate, grateful, thankful, (the list goes on) that I have my husband to stand by my side as we run our first 5k together this Memorial Day weekend, but at the same time I am filled with so much grief and sadness thinking of the wives and families that do not get to share their time with their fallen heroes or who must travel thousands of miles to visit loved ones at Walter Reed. Who's heros did not come home. My heart goes out to our gold stars. I want you to know that you are always on my mind and your fight to persevere is nothing short of absolutely amazing. You are an inspiration and although I do not know you, I love you. Without further ado, "Happy" Memorial Day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;Every year at this time I fight with the idea that people tell me "Happy Memorial Day". People that know me, know what Ive gone through... still say it to me. Family still says it. For the rest who say it, do you think that there is anything "happy" at all about remembering all those who have died for this country? I blog about this every year and I dont think there will ever be a year that I dont. When I hear those three words my skin crawls.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Happy Memorial Day"...it seems to just flow off the tongues of those around us. As though Memorial Day is just any other "holiday" to be celebrated with joy and happiness. When someone says "Hey Happy Memorial Day" what exactly are they so "happy" about? Maybe its the extra 20% or 30% they will get off beach towels at Macys, or maybe its the fact that they are off work, cooking out and not paying any attention to why they are really off work. Do these "happy" people take any time during their day off to share a moment thinking of those who paid the ultimate price for them to be off work and cooking out, or shopping "the big sale"??&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Do people take the time to teach and show their children the importance of Memorial Day? Do they take them to a National Cemetery and show them all the lives that have been lost, tell them what that means for those who are still alive? Do they educate their children to show respect to those who have fallen for all the freedoms we take for granted every damn day? Do they just take a moment, a simple moment in their day to show that they care, or understand what the day is about?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My first Memorial Day I was not willing to admit that it had anything to do with Chris. We had always gone and placed flags at grave sites on this day. My first Memorial Day I did the same thing with Oliver and Owen in tow. But on that first one, there were more deaths. A CPT Alex Funkhouser was killed while in the line of duty not only to his country but to US reporters in Iraq. I knew that all that I had been feeling since January 5, his wife would now feel too. My heart broke for I knew every Memorial Day she would have a double heart wrenching reminder of her husband's death. I knew that she would face Memorial Day and the 29th of May, double days for her. Little did I know that this wife, now a new widow like me would become one of my best friends. Little did I know that she had two girls close to my two boy's age. Little did I know that our lives ran in such a parallel manner.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My second Memorial Day I took the boys and we went to Virginia to see Chris' mom. I wanted to spend this Memorial Day with Chris at Arlington. I wanted the boys to see that they were not only, not alone; but that they could still be near their father. As that day went on there were more cameras taking pictures of them by Chris' grave.(One made it to the front page of the Washington Post the next day) There were families that just stood there, paying their respects and as the tears flowed down their cheeks they watched Oliver fix a flag by Chris' grave. They watched Owen pluck the heads of the flowers there and they watched a mother with tears in her eyes as she realized this was her reality, this was her life. Watching her two boys "play" with or by their father...the only way they ever would be able to.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As I looked around and saw their faces, their tears and their heads shaking back and forth; I realized that yes there are those out there that dont say "Happy Memorial Day", they come to Arlington to pay their respects to OUR fallen. They come to be with those who have paid the ultimate and spend time with their families. There was a father there, in uniform and beside him was his little son in BDUs. They stood at attention as TAPS played. I was so taken by this that I asked him why he does this with his son and he said "death is a part of life, death for your country is going beyond what life can offer" "I want my son to realize what this day is for. Not just a day off school or work, I want him to understand and respect the magnitude of what and who and why we have set this day aside to honor and remember those who have died in combat". I burst into tears, gave him a big hug and as I let go of him he and his son saluted the boys and I and then went to salute Chris. (Gosh I have tears running down my face typing this) I have never seen the true meaning in any one person's eyes of what Memeorial Day means to them then that of those eyes that day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So I ask that if you dont know anyone who has been affected by a war death, to please at least teach your children what Memorial Day is for. Take them to a National Cemetary and place a few flags, go on and google Memorial Day, teach them about what this day means. This is just a small thing to do, teach your kids what this country is about, teach them why we need to stand up for it, love it, and protect it. That is the BEST way to honor our fallen, those who faught and died for what they beleived in. For those families that struggle everyday without their loved one, this is a small gesture for them too. It tells us that our loved one, did not die in vain. If you do know someone who has lost someone to a war, this one or any previous, please take the time to just tell them you are thinking about them, you are greatful and love them. But please dont say "Happy Memorial Day" to them...for us there is nothing "happy" about it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To all my widsters that might read this, know that on Memorial Day, your Anniversaries and every day of the year, I think of OUR HEROES! I think about your families, your pain, your hearts your children and your happiness. For those who have lost a family member to previous wars, my heart and my thoughts are always with you too. Thank you for your loved ones service to our great nation, I am forever in their debt for their sacrifice.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;May this Memorial Day bring you comfort in knowing that our Great Nation acknowledges and says "Thank You" for the sacrifice OURS and THEIR HEROES have made for us and them!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;May we raise a glass to OUR HEROES! WE love you...We miss you...We are proud of you....We are forever YOURS!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1872341607689330770-2742155140212112967?l=karissathomas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karissathomas.blogspot.com/feeds/2742155140212112967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://karissathomas.blogspot.com/2010/05/happy-memorial-day.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1872341607689330770/posts/default/2742155140212112967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1872341607689330770/posts/default/2742155140212112967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karissathomas.blogspot.com/2010/05/happy-memorial-day.html' title='&quot;Happy&quot; Memorial Day?!'/><author><name>MrsThomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16221003964180207806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PlEoP95oZ_o/SjK5GxgpfcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/HP9qhSlf0rw/S220/Thomas_-1116.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1872341607689330770.post-799029932611270438</id><published>2010-05-28T11:37:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T12:53:26.965-04:00</updated><title type='text'>TGIF</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So, last night the hubs and I were able to attend the International Students Graduation dinner and ceremony from the MCCC course here at Benning. It was a wonderful ceremony and the food was DELICIOUS! They even did this beautiful dedication where they left a table for one, all set, but empty in honor of soldiers past and soldiers present who have given their lives and dedicated their time and so are unable to join in the celebration. It was really nice and almost made me teary...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But then there were the old women and the snob younger girls. And I kid you not, I spent almost the entire drive home composing a rant blog post that I was TOTALLY going to post in all my ranty frustration!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But, obviously, I didn't.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But the gist of it was, I was frustrated and disgusted by the way girls treat some other girls and the way these older women (retired military wives) were treating my hubs and I. The hubs has mentioned various times to me before about couples or particular people he has noticed glaring at us while we hold hands... I always just blew it off thinking he was being over sensitive. "Racism is so stone age. Who does that anymore?" were my exact thoughts. Until last night I have never felt SO..... I can't even think of words to describe it. I felt crummy. These grumpy little old ladies couldn't stick their noses further up in the air or look more evil or give more deadly stares if they tried! ...in fact, you know what? talking about it is frustrating me all over again and you get the rant!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Alright ladies. I need you to be honest. What is it about me that is&amp;nbsp;so awful that you have to look down at me over the top of your nose?&amp;nbsp;Is it because I'm 23? Is it because I don't have my degree? That I&amp;nbsp;wasn't in some sorority? Is it because I'm not from Texas or that I&amp;nbsp;married a man who is not white? That's right! Mixed marriage over&amp;nbsp;here!! Everyone!!! LOOK!!! I MARRIED AN INDIAN GUY!! YUP! STRAIGHT&amp;nbsp;FROM INDIA! You want to stare at us holding hands some more? I don't&amp;nbsp;think I caught that last evil glare. You turned your nose up up and&amp;nbsp;away too quick for me to get the full spectrum of your disgusting stare.&amp;nbsp;So really, what is it? Why is it again that I am so "little" to you? Why&amp;nbsp;is it that you CLEARLY don't like me? Thank goodness moving means&amp;nbsp;leaving the bitches behind!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre style="text-align: center; white-space: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="text-align: center; white-space: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;UGH!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="text-align: center; white-space: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;But boy, I feel better already. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="text-align: center; white-space: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="text-align: center; white-space: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Frustration aside... it is Memorial Day weekend and I am excited to go visit Peachtree City, GA and run our 5k to honor LT. DAN BERSCHINSKI and all of our other wounded warriors and the heroes that have given their lives for our country.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="text-align: center; white-space: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="text-align: center; white-space: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I will not be blogging this weekend, but have scheduled a special Memorial Day post that will post itself on Saturday morning during our run. I hope that you all have a safe and relaxing weekend!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="text-align: center; white-space: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="text-align: center; white-space: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="302" src="http://i34.photobucket.com/albums/d110/assirak04/IMG_0370-1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1872341607689330770-799029932611270438?l=karissathomas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karissathomas.blogspot.com/feeds/799029932611270438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://karissathomas.blogspot.com/2010/05/tgif.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1872341607689330770/posts/default/799029932611270438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1872341607689330770/posts/default/799029932611270438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karissathomas.blogspot.com/2010/05/tgif.html' title='TGIF'/><author><name>MrsThomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16221003964180207806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PlEoP95oZ_o/SjK5GxgpfcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/HP9qhSlf0rw/S220/Thomas_-1116.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1872341607689330770.post-7730000686969961726</id><published>2010-05-27T11:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T11:17:48.948-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog Award</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Miss Brittney @ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://navywife24-adayinthelifeofanavywife.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;A Day in the Life of a Navy Wife&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;gave me a blog award the other day! Thanks for thinking of me! :) &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PlEoP95oZ_o/S_6M8waBUSI/AAAAAAAAAKo/FbvsRMiSb_4/s1600/versatile-bloggeraward.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PlEoP95oZ_o/S_6M8waBUSI/AAAAAAAAAKo/FbvsRMiSb_4/s200/versatile-bloggeraward.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;The rules state that I must share 7 things about myself, so here goes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;1. I have had the same best friend since I was 6 years old. And what do ya know? I married an army boy and she married a marine. And only 5 months apart. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;2. My favorite colors are pink and green, and they were also our wedding colors.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;3. My absolute favorite movies are Mary Poppins and Pollyanna. Every time I watch, I just can't stop smiling the whole way through! (except for when Pollyanna falls and then I cry... every time.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;4. I would rather save money than spend it. (unless I find some super cute shoes)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;5. If I could, I would just eat fruit and ice cream all day every day.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;6. My husband is CONVINCED that I have serious ADD. &amp;nbsp;I might. ;)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;7. I'm a Seattle girl and always will be, but for now I am totally LOVING the South.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Now I get to pass the award on to some other blogs I love...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;-&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Karie &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;at&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://beingthewifeofawoundedmarine.blogspot.com/" style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: underline;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;**Wife of a Wounded Marine**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;-&amp;nbsp;Erin H. at&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://whatitmeanstoliveandlove2.blogspot.com/" style="font-weight: bold;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;A Blue-Eyed Blonde, &amp;amp; Her Green-Eyed Airman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;-&amp;nbsp;Mrs. Bierschenk at&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://thebierschenks.blogspot.com/" style="font-weight: bold;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;Cowgirl and Combat Boots&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;-&amp;nbsp;L.C. at&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://faithanddeploying.blogspot.com/" style="font-weight: bold;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;Faith &amp;amp; Deployments&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;-&amp;nbsp;KelleeLyn at&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://youplusmeequalswii.blogspot.com/" style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: underline;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;You + Me = Wiiiii&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;-&amp;nbsp;Amber at&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://fabulousyoungandnewlywed.blogspot.com/" style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: underline;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;The Survival Guide For The Young, Fabulous &amp;amp; Newlywed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;-&amp;nbsp;Expat Girl at&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://thesandisdifferenthere.blogspot.com/" style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: underline;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;The Sand is Different Here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;- Jennifer at&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://thelajeunessefam.blogspot.com/" style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: underline;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;The LaJeunesse Family&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1872341607689330770-7730000686969961726?l=karissathomas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karissathomas.blogspot.com/feeds/7730000686969961726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://karissathomas.blogspot.com/2010/05/blog-award.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1872341607689330770/posts/default/7730000686969961726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1872341607689330770/posts/default/7730000686969961726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karissathomas.blogspot.com/2010/05/blog-award.html' title='Blog Award'/><author><name>MrsThomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16221003964180207806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PlEoP95oZ_o/SjK5GxgpfcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/HP9qhSlf0rw/S220/Thomas_-1116.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PlEoP95oZ_o/S_6M8waBUSI/AAAAAAAAAKo/FbvsRMiSb_4/s72-c/versatile-bloggeraward.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1872341607689330770.post-5179498879860964576</id><published>2010-05-26T05:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T05:00:04.751-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Better Wife Wednesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's that time again! It's&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://karissathomas.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Better Wife Wednesday" border="0" src="http://i34.photobucket.com/albums/d110/assirak04/betterwifewednesday.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt; &lt;center&gt;&lt;textarea cols="13" name="Better Wife Wednesday" readonly="readonly" rows="4"&gt;&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;&amp;lt;a href="http://karissathomas.blogspot.com" target="_blank"&amp;gt;&amp;lt;img border="0" alt="Better Wife Wednesday" src="http://i34.photobucket.com/albums/d110/assirak04/betterwifewednesday.jpg"/&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/a&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;/textarea&gt;&lt;/center&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Last week, Amber @ &lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://fabulousyoungandnewlywed.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img alt="The Survival Guide" src="http://i913.photobucket.com/albums/ac332/arozina/Custom%20Blog%20Design/Button-2.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;posted the greatest thing and I just HAD to follow her lead :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Read her post, &lt;a href="http://fabulousyoungandnewlywed.blogspot.com/2010/05/my-man-is.html"&gt;My Man Is...&lt;/a&gt; for the original)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Although mine isn't quite as eloquent or romantic as Amber's, without further ado, here it is:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My man is like a big bonfire -- sometimes he’s a little stinky, but he is always fun to be around, he lights up my life, and when we’re together everything else just melts away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My man is like a rollercoaster harness -- no matter how bad things get turned upside down, he’s always there to hold me tight.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My man is like a big scoop of ice cream -- exactly what I want no matter&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;what&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;time of day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My man is like a wild animal trainer -- He’s the only man I know who can handle me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My man is like sipping hot cocoa with marshmallows on a cold winter day -- He gives me that warm fuzzy feeling from the inside out.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My man is like an amazing new pair of jeans or a hot new pair of heels -- He’s totally irresistible and I’ve GOT to have him!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My man is 1 John 3:18 -- he loves me everyday in his actions and in truth.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My man is the sound of rain falling on the roof -- no matter where we are, he makes it feel like home.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My man is my version of John Wayne -- my hero! Only he drives a Cadi, not a horse. And he prefers golf cleats over cowboy boots.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My man is better than a body pillow -- he cuddles back.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My man is Song of Solomon 5:16 -- he is my &lt;b&gt;beloved&lt;/b&gt; and he is my &lt;b&gt;friend&lt;/b&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My man is God's &lt;b&gt;best&lt;/b&gt; for me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Now it's YOUR turn!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Post YOUR "My Man Is..." with the Better Wife Wednesday Button at the top and leave the link to your post in the comments below so that everyone can follow along.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&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/1872341607689330770-5179498879860964576?l=karissathomas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karissathomas.blogspot.com/feeds/5179498879860964576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://karissathomas.blogspot.com/2010/05/better-wife-wednesday_26.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1872341607689330770/posts/default/5179498879860964576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1872341607689330770/posts/default/5179498879860964576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karissathomas.blogspot.com/2010/05/better-wife-wednesday_26.html' title='Better Wife Wednesday'/><author><name>MrsThomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16221003964180207806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PlEoP95oZ_o/SjK5GxgpfcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/HP9qhSlf0rw/S220/Thomas_-1116.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i913.photobucket.com/albums/ac332/arozina/Custom%20Blog%20Design/th_Button-2.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1872341607689330770.post-1039714963069056617</id><published>2010-05-25T18:11:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T14:04:48.881-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Taking on "The List"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As some of you might remember, way back on May 12th, I started my 101 in 1001.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well, knock off&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;[004] enroll in a University/4 year college&lt;/i&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I am officially a Troy University student! hahah! I know, it's not that great... but it's a start. (again!) You see, I have been enrolled in two colleges before. Right out of high school I went to the University of Washington. I had wanted to be a husky my whole life! I grew up watching the dawgs play football with my dad. It was the only school I ever wanted to go to! Except... I was 17. And had discovered these two things called "parties" and "boys." And 5 quarters later, I dropped out... :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then a few years later I jumped back on the school train and enrolled in Shoreline Community College. (I know, backwards right?) Well, I took a bunch of early childhood education courses and some psych and some human biology... and then I met ANOTHER boy! (now my hubs) I was too overwhelmed with planning a wedding in 4 months, working 48 hours a week and driving an hour every weekend to visit said boy... aaaaaand, I dropped out again.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well, I am a college drop-out NO MORE! And college degree, HERE I COME! I am determined to finish it out this time. Third times the charm right? ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Back to the list!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PlEoP95oZ_o/S_xIeUXd_KI/AAAAAAAAAKg/lwxAtaqTotw/s1600/GetAttachment.aspx.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PlEoP95oZ_o/S_xIeUXd_KI/AAAAAAAAAKg/lwxAtaqTotw/s200/GetAttachment.aspx.jpeg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;Knock off&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;[089] eat a genuine GEORGIA PEACH!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I went to the farmers market out here in the-middle-of-nowhere, Alabama today (for the fifth time... this is the first time they were open) and I bought a box of five peaches for $2.00!!!! And they are sooooooo yummy!!! Definitely the BEST peach I have ever had. Super juicy and super sweet! :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was DELICIOUS. period.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And, I know I bought it in Alabama, but it was Georgia grown. I asked. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Next!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I haven't done it yet, but it's THIS SATURDAY!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;[032]&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;run a 5k (signed up for All American 5k on May 28, 2010) &lt;/i&gt;in the health and fitness section&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;AND&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;[013] run a 5k together&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt; in the marriage section&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And ready for the biggest list knock off of all?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;[092] have my wisdom teeth pulled (just generally scared!)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;AHHHHHHH!!!!!! I set an appointment at the dentist for Tuesday June 2nd.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I &lt;i&gt;am&lt;/i&gt; looking forward to the yogurt, ice cream, applesauce and pudding aspect of this item though. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well, slowly but surely, I'm taking on my list!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hopefully I will finish it all!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;p.s. we are pre-approved on our home loan! (HA!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and next weekend we will be going BACK to Stewart for job interview #2 and a home tour with our REAL ESTATE AGENT!!!! AHHHHHH!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1872341607689330770-1039714963069056617?l=karissathomas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karissathomas.blogspot.com/feeds/1039714963069056617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://karissathomas.blogspot.com/2010/05/taking-on-list.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1872341607689330770/posts/default/1039714963069056617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1872341607689330770/posts/default/1039714963069056617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karissathomas.blogspot.com/2010/05/taking-on-list.html' title='Taking on &quot;The List&quot;'/><author><name>MrsThomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16221003964180207806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PlEoP95oZ_o/SjK5GxgpfcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/HP9qhSlf0rw/S220/Thomas_-1116.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PlEoP95oZ_o/S_xIeUXd_KI/AAAAAAAAAKg/lwxAtaqTotw/s72-c/GetAttachment.aspx.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1872341607689330770.post-2281537687854105697</id><published>2010-05-24T10:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T10:52:57.401-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What a weekend!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;With our fast approaching move, we drove over to the Ft. Stewart area to check out neighborhoods and housing. Talk about a TON of driving! We left our house at 8am... drove 4 hours to get there... drove around ALL day looking around... then drove 5 hours BACK home and got home at 1am.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But it was good. We found out a lot about the area! And some new doors have definitely opened for us!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1. I had a job interview to be the new gymnastics director at a small facility in Hinesville. (&lt;i&gt;Please pray I get this position!! Pray for favor with the programs director and that God will put the right words in my mouth!&lt;/i&gt;)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2. We applied for a home loan pre-approval! AHHHHH!!!!!! We talked about it a LOT and considering we will be there for at least two years (probably more if the hubs volunteers for a deployment...) and as much as 4 or 5 years (I might stay while he goes to Grad School)... it just was NOT a good investment for us to be renting a home for $1100/month. Think of all the money we would just be THROWING away!! Soooo..... we will see.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We will be going back very soon for a second interview with the program director and to look at some more homes and meet with a real estate agent. Our timeline is shrinking faster than I would like... The hubs is hoping to get me moved in before he leaves for ranger school at the end of June! AHHHHH!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;On a side note, All American 5k this weekend. Donate to &lt;a href="http://danberschinski.blogspot.com/"&gt;DAN BERSCHINSKI&lt;/a&gt;!!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm off to take the mutts to the vet. They are still sick and no amount of chicken and rice are making things any more solid. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I will start busting out your buttons this afternoon :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1872341607689330770-2281537687854105697?l=karissathomas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karissathomas.blogspot.com/feeds/2281537687854105697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://karissathomas.blogspot.com/2010/05/what-weekend.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1872341607689330770/posts/default/2281537687854105697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1872341607689330770/posts/default/2281537687854105697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karissathomas.blogspot.com/2010/05/what-weekend.html' title='What a weekend!'/><author><name>MrsThomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16221003964180207806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PlEoP95oZ_o/SjK5GxgpfcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/HP9qhSlf0rw/S220/Thomas_-1116.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1872341607689330770.post-8368879512578835738</id><published>2010-05-21T22:32:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T22:37:06.745-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Buttons, Buttons, Buttons!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="400" src="http://i34.photobucket.com/albums/d110/assirak04/sample7-1.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;I'm still having a TON of fun making buttons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;and I'm getting better, I'd say! ;) &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;So, if you still want to have a custom blog button made just for YOU, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;let me know!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Remember, all buttons are FREE, but it would be really really&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;WONDERFUL if you would make a small donation to the&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://danberschinski.blogspot.com/"&gt;DAN BERSCHINSKI FUND&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1872341607689330770-8368879512578835738?l=karissathomas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karissathomas.blogspot.com/feeds/8368879512578835738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://karissathomas.blogspot.com/2010/05/buttons-buttons-buttons.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1872341607689330770/posts/default/8368879512578835738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1872341607689330770/posts/default/8368879512578835738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karissathomas.blogspot.com/2010/05/buttons-buttons-buttons.html' title='Buttons, Buttons, Buttons!!'/><author><name>MrsThomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16221003964180207806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PlEoP95oZ_o/SjK5GxgpfcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/HP9qhSlf0rw/S220/Thomas_-1116.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1872341607689330770.post-6555754876515603333</id><published>2010-05-21T14:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T14:12:36.569-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Good 'ol Myspace Quiz</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;Haha! For old time's sake right? Found a good 'ol Myspace quiz for ya! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-size: 11px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 11px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;A-2-Z About Me Survey&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; by &lt;a href="http://www.pimp-my-profile.com/users/bamachic49/"&gt;bamachic49&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" colspan="2" valign="top"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;{---Basics---}&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;Name: &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt; Karissa&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;Nickname(s): &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt; kiki, riss, babe, honey&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;Age: &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt; 20-something ;)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;Birthday: &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt; Aug 27th&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;Birthplace: &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt; Seattle, WA&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;Current Location: &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt; Ft Benning&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;Eye Color: &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt; brown&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;Hair Color: &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt; blonde&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;Height: &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt; 5'5"&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;Weight: &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt; depends how much ice cream I eat the night before!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;Lefty or Righty: &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt; righty&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;Zodiac Sign: &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt; uh... virgo?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;What Do You Drive: &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt; 2010 Cadi SRX&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;Screenname: &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt; N/A&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" colspan="2" valign="top"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;{---Favorites---}&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;Color: &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt; pink &amp;amp; green&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;Number: &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt; 34&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;Band: &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt; lots&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;Music Genre: &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt; all kinds&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;TV Show: &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt; Mentalist, Criminal Minds, Accidentally on Purpose, Fringe...&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;Movie: &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt; Back to the Future!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;Actor: &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt; Christian Bale&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;Actress: &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt; Reese Witherspoon, Jennifer Anniston&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;Kind of Movie: &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt; Comedy&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;Cartoon: &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt; Woody the Woodpecker!!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;Sport: &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt; gymnastics, football&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;Fast Food Restaurant: &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt; Chik-fil-a&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;Food: &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt; currently craving Thai!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;Ice Cream: &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt; sweet cream ice cream w/ strawberries &amp;amp; gummi bears!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;Cereal: &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt; Lucky Charms&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;Candy: &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt; sour patch watermelon&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;Drink: &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt; apple juice&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;Alcoholic Beverage: &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt; appletini or rum&amp;amp;sprite&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;Quote: &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt; lots&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" colspan="2" valign="top"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;{---Do You---}&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;Have any siblings: &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt; older sis&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;Have any pets: &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt; 2 mutts and a beta&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;Have a job: &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt; nope!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;Have a cellphone: &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt; of course!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;Have any special talents or skills: &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt; nunchuck skills...&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;Have any fears: &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt; my face under water... don't ask.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;Have a bedtime: &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt; nope&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;Sing in the shower: &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt; yes&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;Want to go to college: &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt; want to finish, yes&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;Get along with your parents: &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt; yes&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;Have any piercings: &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt; ears&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;Have any tattoos: &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt; nope&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;Swear: &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt; not so much&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;Smoke: &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt; NEVER&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;Drink: &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt; socially&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;Do Drugs: &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt; NEVER&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" colspan="2" valign="top"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;{---Love &amp;amp; All That Crap---}&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;Ever been in love: &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt; there. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;Ever cheated on a boyfriend/girlfriend: &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt; NEVER&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;Are you single: &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt; most certainly NOT!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;Are you in a relationship: &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt; married of course!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;Do you have a crush on someone: &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt; my hubs?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;Ever been dumped: &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt; duh&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;Ever dumped someone: &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt; yup&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" colspan="2" valign="top"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;{---This or That---}&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;Fruit or Vegetable: &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt; fruit&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;Black or White: &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt; black&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;Lights On or Lights Off: &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt; on&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;TV or Movie: &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt; movie&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;Car or Truck: &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt; car&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;Cash or Check: &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt; debit?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;Rock or Rap: &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt; uh...&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;Chocolate or Vanilla: &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt; vanilla&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;French Toast or French Fries: &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt; both please! &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;Strawberries or Blueberries: &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt; strawberries&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;Cookies or Muffins: &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt; muffin&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;Winter Break or Spring Break: &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt; summer!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;Hugs or Kisses: &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt; hugs&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" colspan="2" valign="top"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;{---Have You Ever---}&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;Danced in a public place: &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt; duh&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;Smiled for no reason: &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt; yessss&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;Laughed so hard you cried: &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt; yup&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;Talked to someone you don't know: &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt; uh huh&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;Drank alcohol: &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt; yeah&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;Done drugs: &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt; NO sireee!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;Partied 'til the sun came up: &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt; oh Vegas!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;Gotten a ticket: &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt; too many&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;Been arrested: &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt; never&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;Been convicted of a crime: &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt; never&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;Been in a wreck: &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt; not while I was driving&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;Been out of the country: &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt; yep!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" colspan="2" valign="top"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;{---Random &amp;amp; Silly Junk---}&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;Are you a virgin: &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt; really?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;Ever TP'd someone's house: &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt; nope&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;Ever egged someone's house: &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt; nah&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;How many languages do you speak: &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt; 1 1/2&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;Who do you compare yourself to: &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt; Jesus?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;Ever regret anything: &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt; nope, just learn from it&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;Do you like being tickled: &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt; soooo ticklish. but no one knows!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;What are your goals: &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt; finish college!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;Are your fingers tired: &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt; a little...&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;Are you tired of this survey: &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt; yah&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;Are you happy: &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt; sure&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pimp-my-profile.com/surveys/view.php?id=1901"&gt;Take this survey&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a href="http://www.pimp-my-profile.com/surveys/"&gt;Find surveys&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pimp-my-profile.com/"&gt;Pimp My Profile&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1872341607689330770-6555754876515603333?l=karissathomas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karissathomas.blogspot.com/feeds/6555754876515603333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://karissathomas.blogspot.com/2010/05/good-ol-myspace-quiz.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1872341607689330770/posts/default/6555754876515603333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1872341607689330770/posts/default/6555754876515603333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karissathomas.blogspot.com/2010/05/good-ol-myspace-quiz.html' title='Good &apos;ol Myspace Quiz'/><author><name>MrsThomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16221003964180207806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PlEoP95oZ_o/SjK5GxgpfcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/HP9qhSlf0rw/S220/Thomas_-1116.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1872341607689330770.post-8861573899567843417</id><published>2010-05-20T12:30:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T12:50:21.746-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Who Needs Kids?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As many of you know, I have two dogs. They are (99% of the time) the most enjoyable things on this planet for me (besides my hubs of course).&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This morning was an example of that 1%.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Have you ever seen the website &lt;a href="http://shitmykidsruined.com/"&gt;S#!t My Kids Ruined&lt;/a&gt;? &amp;nbsp;If you haven't, you need to. If you have kids (or have spent lots of time with kids) it is a serious jaw dropper and you will just stare for hours with a half grin/half astonished face. (You know it can and does happen!)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If you don't have kids, or don't spend time with kids, you might be turned off for life. We are talking SERIOUS birth control here! ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Either way, I am beginning to think I need to start a "S#!t my DOGS ruined" site.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If only I had a camera to capture the many things throughout my life that have been ruined by my beloved dogs. We're talking 8+ pairs of shoes, a DOOR (yes, when Durango was younger he ATE THROUGH my bedroom door), a bathroom (Durango again... the hub's apartment before we were even married), the front steps of my mom's house, waaaaay to many toys to remember... the list goes on.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If I wasn't so suffocated by the smell this morning and in such a hurry to get it's cause out of the house, I would have taken a picture for you! (not that you would have &lt;i&gt;actually wanted to see it!!&lt;/i&gt;)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yes, Dallas is sick and, while IN his crate, puked, pooped (THREE TIMES!!!) and peed. In under 30 seconds. Yes. I heard him puking (the gaging sound... bleh!) and ran to the kitchen to get a plastic bag and paper towels and in the THIRTY SECONDS it took me to run there and back, the deed was done. OH MY WORD!!! I could NOT breathe!!!! And apparently, the smell also made Durango sick as he then proceeded to puke in HIS crate! (no they have not eaten anything out of the ordinary... as far as I know) So I opened all the doors and sprayed some febreeze and proceeded to clean up the mess... WHILE DURANGO DECIDED TO BOLT OUT THE BACK DOOR INTO THE JUNGLE BEHIND OUR HOUSE! Fortunately, he just went potty, came back and hung out in the house.... until I found a blood trail throughout the house. He broke a nail and trailed blood ALL over. Carpets, linoleum and hardwoods. So after putting the dog beds in the wash (on sanitize... think BOILING WATER!) I then got to walk all throughout the house with the pinesol and the oxy clean carpet cleaner wiping up the blood marks... yes, I put the dogs outside (on leashes) with water. I couldn't handle anymore. But to my splendor, (NOT) after cleaning up the blood, I looked out the window to see Dallas ROLLING in his poo. Thats right, more diarrhea outside. And ALLLLLL over him.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He still has poo on him. I will hose him off in a bit. But I needed to just sit and for ONE moment get away from this smell. What a great start to my day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and did I mention last night we hit a deer? yah.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1872341607689330770-8861573899567843417?l=karissathomas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karissathomas.blogspot.com/feeds/8861573899567843417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://karissathomas.blogspot.com/2010/05/who-needs-kids.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1872341607689330770/posts/default/8861573899567843417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1872341607689330770/posts/default/8861573899567843417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karissathomas.blogspot.com/2010/05/who-needs-kids.html' title='Who Needs Kids?!'/><author><name>MrsThomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16221003964180207806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PlEoP95oZ_o/SjK5GxgpfcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/HP9qhSlf0rw/S220/Thomas_-1116.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1872341607689330770.post-5447722262643750446</id><published>2010-05-19T06:00:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T11:27:32.569-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Better Wife Wednesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So I thought that I would start a new segment on my blog.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Starting today (and on Wednesdays from here on out), I will be hosting Better Wife Wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://karissathomas.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Better Wife Wednesday" border="0" src="http://i34.photobucket.com/albums/d110/assirak04/betterwifewednesday.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;textarea cols="13" name="Better Wife Wednesday" readonly="readonly" rows="4"&gt;&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;&amp;lt;a href="http://karissathomas.blogspot.com" target="_blank"&amp;gt;&amp;lt;img border="0" alt="Better Wife Wednesday" src="http://i34.photobucket.com/albums/d110/assirak04/betterwifewednesday.jpg"/&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/a&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;/textarea&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;On Better Wife Wednesday, I will have a prompt or post for you from something that I am learning either in one of my marriage books that I am currently reading or from the &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;greatest book ever &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;the Bible! ;) Or I might post a prompt for you all to follow along! Either way, it will be something fun and exciting (and quite possibly rather sappy) about wifey-ness. :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;YOU get to choose if you would like to participate and if you DO, just snag my button and add it to the top of your Better Wife Wednesday post so it links back here for everyone to join! It's THAT simple!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To start us off, I thought I would post an excerpt from my hot pink journal that I wrote the night before the Hubs and I got married. At the time I had just finished reading &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Devotions-Sacred-Marriage-Weekly-Couples/dp/0310255953?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;tag=beiabetwif-20&amp;amp;link_code=btl&amp;amp;camp=213689&amp;amp;creative=392969" target="_blank"&gt;"Sacred Marriage" by: Gary Thomas&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="1" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=beiabetwif-20&amp;amp;l=btl&amp;amp;camp=213689&amp;amp;creative=392969&amp;amp;o=1&amp;amp;a=0310255953" style="border: none !important; margin: 0px !important; padding: 0px !important;" width="1" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Devotions-Sacred-Marriage-Weekly-Couples/dp/0310255953?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;tag=beiabetwif-20&amp;amp;link_code=bil&amp;amp;camp=213689&amp;amp;creative=392969" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Devotions for a Sacred Marriage: A Year of Weekly Devotions for Couples" src="http://ws.amazon.com/widgets/q?MarketPlace=US&amp;amp;ServiceVersion=20070822&amp;amp;ID=AsinImage&amp;amp;WS=1&amp;amp;Format=_SL160_&amp;amp;ASIN=0310255953&amp;amp;tag=beiabetwif-20" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;It is a great weekly devotional that I would recommend to any married couple at any stage of marriage-- a quick and easy, enjoyable read. I bought it for my sister AND for my mom AND for one of my best friends from high school. And I will probably be posting some more from it as time goes on with Better Wife Wednesday. So, without further ado, I hope you enjoy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;To my future handsome husband,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Wow. To think we met in a club! And yah, I guess I kinda' did pick you up... but trust me, you were checkin' me out just as much as I was checkin' you out! :P Before I met you, I never believed in love at first sight-- and &lt;i&gt;maybe&lt;/i&gt; it took me a few months to realize it, but I really did love you the moment I laid eyes on you. I can not imagine a greater, more amazing guy that I could &lt;i&gt;possibly&lt;/i&gt; be more in love with than &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I promise to love you with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;of my heart for the rest of the days of our lives.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I promise to guard my heart from evil and keep God first.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I promise to thank God for you every day.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I promise to keep realistic expectations and to remember that you are just as human as I am.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I promise to "love mercy" (Micah 6:8).&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I promise to be an "imitator of God" (Ephesians 5:1).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I promise to remember what attracted us and to be blind and accepting of shortfalls that may disappoint.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I promise to be a God-centered spouse-- that every thought I think, every word I utter, every decision I make, every movement I perform, is to flow out of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;holy motivation: &lt;i&gt;reverence for God&lt;/i&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I love you and I can not wait&amp;nbsp;to spend the rest of my life with you.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Love, Karissa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, in NO WAY am I claiming that I am always good at &lt;span style="text-decoration: line-through;"&gt;keeping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;remembering&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;these promises... but a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;few months after the wedding I typed up this letter and printed it out. I now keep it in my Bible and read it whenever I am feeling frustrated (particularly after a fight) or whenever I could use some good 'ol remembering. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Did you write a letter the night before your wedding? Or have you ever written out your promises? How do you put your marriage back into perspective after you've had a rough time? I encourage you to decide on your promises to your husband and keep yourself accountable to them! Post your promises to your husband along with my Better Wife Wednesdays button and send me a link! I would love to read it!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&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/1872341607689330770-5447722262643750446?l=karissathomas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karissathomas.blogspot.com/feeds/5447722262643750446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://karissathomas.blogspot.com/2010/05/better-wife-wednesday.html#comment-form' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1872341607689330770/posts/default/5447722262643750446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1872341607689330770/posts/default/5447722262643750446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karissathomas.blogspot.com/2010/05/better-wife-wednesday.html' title='Better Wife Wednesday'/><author><name>MrsThomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16221003964180207806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PlEoP95oZ_o/SjK5GxgpfcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/HP9qhSlf0rw/S220/Thomas_-1116.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1872341607689330770.post-3583384271482463618</id><published>2010-05-18T17:04:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T17:06:05.254-04:00</updated><title type='text'>quick check in</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well, I have been busy busy today making buttons!!! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It seems like each button gets better than the last!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;(my apologies to the first button I made! haha!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If you still want a button, but have not requested one yet, let me know!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Also, make sure you stop by tomorrow for a &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;SUPER SECRET SURPRISE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have a new segment coming to my blog &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"&gt;bright &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;and early in the&amp;nbsp;morning&lt;br /&gt;and you DON'T want to miss it!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1872341607689330770-3583384271482463618?l=karissathomas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karissathomas.blogspot.com/feeds/3583384271482463618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://karissathomas.blogspot.com/2010/05/quick-check-in.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1872341607689330770/posts/default/3583384271482463618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1872341607689330770/posts/default/3583384271482463618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karissathomas.blogspot.com/2010/05/quick-check-in.html' title='quick check in'/><author><name>MrsThomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16221003964180207806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PlEoP95oZ_o/SjK5GxgpfcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/HP9qhSlf0rw/S220/Thomas_-1116.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1872341607689330770.post-1229144889618365829</id><published>2010-05-17T14:34:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T15:16:58.280-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Button Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I finally finished my button marquee :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If I missed anyone, please comment with your button html.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; 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I will make you a button for free! Just e-mail me (karissa {underscore} thomas {at} hotmail {dot} com) with your button idea and the image you would like included (or no image if you just want words) and I would love to put something together for you. (be sure to write your blog name and the word "button" in the subject line).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Keep in mind: I am NO pro! I can not guarantee anything amazing, but if you want a free, simple button, I will make you one. :)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;If, after I make your button and you decide you would like to "pay" &lt;i&gt;someone&lt;/i&gt;, please donate to&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;the following fund for a wounded warrior of my hub's last unit:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://danberschinski.blogspot.com/"&gt;DAN BERSCHINSKI FUND&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;object data="http://www.myfoxatlanta.com/video/videoplayer.swf?dppversion=6494" height="280" id="video" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="320"&gt;&lt;param value="http://www.myfoxatlanta.com/video/videoplayer.swf?dppversion=6494" name="movie"/&gt;&lt;param value="&amp;amp;skin=MP1ExternalAll-MFL.swf&amp;amp;embed=true&amp;amp;adSrc=http%3A%2F%2Fad%2Edoubleclick%2Enet%2Fadx%2Ftsg%2Ewaga%2Fnews%2Fdetail%3Bdcmt%3Dtext%2Fxml%3Bpos%3D%3Btile%3D2%3Bfname%3Dinjured%2Dfayette%2Dco%2E%2Dsoldier%2Drecovering%2D032410%3Bloc%3Dembed%3Bsz%3D320x240%3Bord%3D73826270106919440%3Frand%3D0%2E33628752488805214&amp;amp;flv=http%3A%2F%2Fwww%2Emyfoxatlanta%2Ecom%2Ffeeds%2FoutboundFeed%3FobfType%3DVIDEO%5FPLAYER%5FSMIL%5FFEED%26componentId%3D132004557&amp;amp;img=http%3A%2F%2Fmedia2%2Emyfoxatlanta%2Ecom%2F%2Fphoto%2F2010%2F03%2F24%2F032410%5Fevans%5F10p%5F1%5Ftmb0001%5F20100324224321%5F640%5F480%2EJPG&amp;amp;story=http%3A%2F%2Fwww%2Emyfoxatlanta%2Ecom%2Fdpp%2Fnews%2Finjured%2Dfayette%2Dco%2E%2Dsoldier%2Drecovering%2D032410" name="FlashVars"/&gt;&lt;param value="all" name="allowNetworking"/&gt;&lt;param value="always" name="allowScriptAccess"/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Hubs and I will be taking the trip to Peachtree City for the All American 5k on Memorial Day weekend in honor of Lt. Dan Berschinski. All donations are greatly appreciated. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;**In no way do I intend to take credit for any of the buttons created or shown on this blog.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;The only blog button that I take credit for is my own.**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1872341607689330770-1229144889618365829?l=karissathomas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karissathomas.blogspot.com/feeds/1229144889618365829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://karissathomas.blogspot.com/2010/05/button-love.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1872341607689330770/posts/default/1229144889618365829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1872341607689330770/posts/default/1229144889618365829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karissathomas.blogspot.com/2010/05/button-love.html' title='Button Love'/><author><name>MrsThomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16221003964180207806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PlEoP95oZ_o/SjK5GxgpfcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/HP9qhSlf0rw/S220/Thomas_-1116.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h260/toonybug/Custom%20Design%20Clients/th_button2.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1872341607689330770.post-962616128972215487</id><published>2010-05-17T12:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T12:44:43.514-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I need your opinion.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have begun my 101 in 1001 (found &lt;a href="http://karissathomas.blogspot.com/p/101-in-1001.html"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;).&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But I have come to a discrepancy.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #030a03; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;[030]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;go 2 weeks without buying something non-essential (essentials=groceries, gas, etc.) (?/14)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-family: Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; line-height: normal;"&gt;I am not sure if I am on day 5/14 or if I need to start over again...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-family: Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-family: Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; line-height: normal;"&gt;You see, yesterday I bought new running shoes. And running shoes are most definitely NOT groceries, gas, etc. BUT! Running shoes ARE essential! And in this case, &lt;b&gt;new&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;running shoes were essential!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-family: Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-family: Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; line-height: normal;"&gt;I have been running in some running shoes that I have had for well over a year. And while they were great for the first 6 months, they have been worn &lt;i&gt;long&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;past their mileage quota and were &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;really&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;starting to hurt me. (think shin splints, aching arches, pain in my knees...) They were done. AND with our first 5k together coming up in (now) less than 2 WEEKS!!! (12 days to be precise) I NEEDED NEW RUNNING SHOES!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-family: Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-family: Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; line-height: normal;"&gt;So the question remains: were my new, beautiful, insanely comfortable, feel-like-I'm-running-on-air, no more shin splints, achy arches or knees running shoes &lt;i&gt;ESSENTIAL&lt;/i&gt; or &lt;b&gt;NON-ESSENTIAL&lt;/b&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-family: Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PlEoP95oZ_o/S_FxW4mU1FI/AAAAAAAAAKY/-ca3A5pZrVY/s1600/38729.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="165" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PlEoP95oZ_o/S_FxW4mU1FI/AAAAAAAAAKY/-ca3A5pZrVY/s200/38729.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-family: Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; line-height: normal;"&gt;...and in case you are wondering what amazing shoes I have purchased? These are the Asics GT-2150. &amp;nbsp;I am a mild to moderate overpronator who runs both road and trail and puts a fair amount of miles on my shoes... about 12-18miles/week. I have mid- to high- arches and about average width feet. These are my first pair of Asics and they ROCK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-family: Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-family: Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; line-height: normal;"&gt;I suppose if they are voted non-essential it's no big deal... it's only 2 weeks of non-essential purchases and I have like 987 days left (or something crazy like that... I really didn't count)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1872341607689330770-962616128972215487?l=karissathomas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karissathomas.blogspot.com/feeds/962616128972215487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://karissathomas.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-need-your-opinion.html#comment-form' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1872341607689330770/posts/default/962616128972215487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1872341607689330770/posts/default/962616128972215487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karissathomas.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-need-your-opinion.html' title='I need your opinion.'/><author><name>MrsThomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16221003964180207806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PlEoP95oZ_o/SjK5GxgpfcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/HP9qhSlf0rw/S220/Thomas_-1116.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PlEoP95oZ_o/S_FxW4mU1FI/AAAAAAAAAKY/-ca3A5pZrVY/s72-c/38729.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1872341607689330770.post-6381194170759284777</id><published>2010-05-14T23:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T23:31:49.241-04:00</updated><title type='text'>RanRam Blog Hop</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 11px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://ramblingmilitarywife.blogspot.com/2010/05/ranram-friendship-friday-blog-hop.html"&gt;&lt;img alt="Random Ramblings of A Military Wife" src="http://i926.photobucket.com/albums/ad110/elevenfivedesigns/Buttons/ranrambutton2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;Hi there! I'm Karissa :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;I'm a 20-something wife of an Army officer currently stationed in Georgia but living in the-middle-of-nowhere, Alabama. The hubs and I have two mutts, enjoy mountain biking, watching movies, BBQing and hanging with friends. If you'd like to learn more, feel free to check out my blog :) On the tabs at the top you can find About Me, my Life List, and a few other things as well as past blog posts in my archive on the bottom right. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;While you're here, grab a button (on the top left) and come back for more soon! I'm planning a new segment to come on Wednesdays! Stay tuned for further updates!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;I look forward to finding some great new blogs to follow! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;YAY FOR THE WEEKEND!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1872341607689330770-6381194170759284777?l=karissathomas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karissathomas.blogspot.com/feeds/6381194170759284777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://karissathomas.blogspot.com/2010/05/ranram-blog-hop.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1872341607689330770/posts/default/6381194170759284777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1872341607689330770/posts/default/6381194170759284777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karissathomas.blogspot.com/2010/05/ranram-blog-hop.html' title='RanRam Blog Hop'/><author><name>MrsThomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16221003964180207806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PlEoP95oZ_o/SjK5GxgpfcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/HP9qhSlf0rw/S220/Thomas_-1116.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i926.photobucket.com/albums/ad110/elevenfivedesigns/Buttons/th_ranrambutton2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1872341607689330770.post-1095795075860449558</id><published>2010-05-14T16:58:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T16:59:25.520-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet Blog Award</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thanks to Kaylee @ &lt;a href="http://thoughtsbykaylee.blogspot.com/"&gt;Small Wonders&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Staci @ &lt;a href="http://ramblingmilitarywife.blogspot.com/"&gt;Random Ramblings of a Military Wife&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am the proud winner of a Sweet Blog Award!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PlEoP95oZ_o/S-214QheN1I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/5on6mmqk2a4/s1600/sweetblog.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PlEoP95oZ_o/S-214QheN1I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/5on6mmqk2a4/s320/sweetblog.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Now it's my turn to pass it on to some other ladies with blogs that I think are pretty sweet ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Please check out their blogs if you haven't already!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;1. Bethany at&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.asouthernbelleandherofficer.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;A Southern Belle &amp;amp; Her Officer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;2.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;lola at&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://lola-two.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;alis volat propriis&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;3.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;L.C. at&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://faithanddeploying.blogspot.com/" style="text-decoration: underline;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;Faith &amp;amp; Deployments&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;4.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;SarahEileen at&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://saraheileen.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;Faith, Hope and Love&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;5.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Lexi Stepps at&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://the-ginger-snapped.blogspot.com/" style="text-decoration: underline;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;Ginger Snapped&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;6.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Amber at&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://mydeploymentjournaldearmatt.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;Goodnight moon!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;7.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Dana at&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://happylifeasanarmywife.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;Happy Life as an Army Wife&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;8.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Young Mom/Wife at&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://youngandhipmom.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;I Took the One Less Traveled by...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;9.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Noel at&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://issuedtoasoldier.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;Issued To A Soldier&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;10.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;CLR at&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://cr-times-2.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;life's a dance you learn as you go&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;I tried to find blogs that did not already have this award,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;but if you got it again, then I guess you're just EXTRA great! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1872341607689330770-1095795075860449558?l=karissathomas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karissathomas.blogspot.com/feeds/1095795075860449558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://karissathomas.blogspot.com/2010/05/sweet-blog-award.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1872341607689330770/posts/default/1095795075860449558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1872341607689330770/posts/default/1095795075860449558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karissathomas.blogspot.com/2010/05/sweet-blog-award.html' title='Sweet Blog Award'/><author><name>MrsThomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16221003964180207806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PlEoP95oZ_o/SjK5GxgpfcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/HP9qhSlf0rw/S220/Thomas_-1116.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PlEoP95oZ_o/S-214QheN1I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/5on6mmqk2a4/s72-c/sweetblog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1872341607689330770.post-5519780692433752740</id><published>2010-05-13T14:48:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T19:17:45.840-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Notice anything different?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thanks to:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://sneakymommablogdesign.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Sneaky Momma Blog Design" border="0" src="http://i409.photobucket.com/albums/pp178/sneakymomma/buttonflwr4.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have figured out how to do all KINDS of new fun things on my blog!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I changed my header with new fonts,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;added a new button,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;a signature,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and I ALSO figured out how to&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;change fonts of titles, dates &amp;amp; sidebar headers,&lt;br /&gt;and go 3-column thanks to:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.kevinandamanda.com/"&gt;&lt;img alt="Fan of kevinandamanda.com! Free Fonts. Recipes. Scrapbooking. Photography. Blog Design. Tutorials. Giveaway. Everything you're into!" border="0" src="http://kevinandamanda.com/buttons/kevinandamanda.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium; white-space: normal;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;so what do you think? :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;Anyone know how to change the font on my linked page titles at the top of my blog?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1872341607689330770-5519780692433752740?l=karissathomas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karissathomas.blogspot.com/feeds/5519780692433752740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://karissathomas.blogspot.com/2010/05/notice-anything-different.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1872341607689330770/posts/default/5519780692433752740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1872341607689330770/posts/default/5519780692433752740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karissathomas.blogspot.com/2010/05/notice-anything-different.html' title='Notice anything different?'/><author><name>MrsThomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16221003964180207806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PlEoP95oZ_o/SjK5GxgpfcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/HP9qhSlf0rw/S220/Thomas_-1116.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1872341607689330770.post-8002702572050577579</id><published>2010-05-12T17:38:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T21:34:10.497-04:00</updated><title type='text'>101 in 1001</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"&gt;I have seen a few of you ladies doing this and I felt inspired. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"&gt;You can already check out my LIFE list &lt;a href="http://karissathomas.blogspot.com/p/life-list.html"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;... but the following list is a little more &lt;i&gt;short term&lt;/i&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"&gt;Here are 101 things that I would like to accomplish in the next 1001 days. &lt;i style="text-decoration: line-through;"&gt;You BETTER like it because it took me FOREVER to write!!&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;Enjoy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"&gt;Start Date: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;May 12th, 2010 &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;End Date: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;February 6th, 2013&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;italics &lt;/i&gt;are in progress.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: line-through;"&gt;crossed out&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;means it is completed.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"&gt;READING/EDUCATION&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;[001] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;read 5 marriage books (1/5)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;[002] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;read the entire Bible. TWICE. (0/2)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"&gt;[003] &lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;read 10 other books (0/10)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"&gt;[004] enroll in a University/4 year college&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"&gt;[005] start taking college classes again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"&gt;[006] decide on major&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"&gt;[007] complete my Bachelor's degree&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"&gt;[008] keep my cumGPA above 3.5&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"&gt;[009] get my Personal Training Certification&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"&gt;[010] read 10 books from &lt;a href="http://www.time.com/time/specials/packages/completelist/0,29569,1951793,00.html"&gt;Time Magazine's All Time 100 Novels&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"&gt;[011] expand my vocabulary by 100 words&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"&gt;MARRIAGE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"&gt;[012] workout together 3x a week for 4 weeks (0/12)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"&gt;[013] run a 5k together&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"&gt;[014] run a 10k together&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"&gt;[015] cook a meal together 1x/week for 4 weeks (0/4)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"&gt;[016] learn a new skill/hobby together&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"&gt;[017] date night 1x/month for a year (0/12)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"&gt;[018] read our Bible together every day for a month (0/30)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"&gt;[019] golf an entire 18 holes with the hubs – without getting frustrated.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"&gt;[020] spend a weekend in a Bed &amp;amp; Breakfast&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"&gt;[021] write a poem to my husband&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"&gt;[022] keep a journal and write a private letter to hubs at least 1x/week for a year (0/52)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"&gt;FINANCIAL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"&gt;[023] be debt free&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"&gt;[024] create a WORKING budget&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"&gt;[025] start an IRA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"&gt;[026] contribute to IRA every year (0/3)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"&gt;[027] increase savings account by at least $10,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"&gt;[028] clip coupons at least once a month for 12 months (0/12)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"&gt;[029] save $100 on groceries from clipping coupons in 12 months ($0/$100)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;[030]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt; go 2 weeks without buying something non-essential (essentials=groceries, gas, etc.) (1/14)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"&gt;FITNESS/HEALTH&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;[031] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;mountain Bike 5 new parks (1/5)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;[032] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;run a 5k (signed up for All American 5k on May 28, 2010)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"&gt;[033] run a second 5k and drop 3 minutes (time-   )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"&gt;[034] run a third 5k and drop 2 more minutes (time-   )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"&gt;[035] run a 10k&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"&gt;[036] go running 4x a week for a whole month (0/16)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"&gt;[037] run 50 miles in 1 month (0/50)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"&gt;[038] run 100 miles in 1 month (0/100)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"&gt;[039] run a half-marathon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;[040] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;take a multi-vitamin every day for a year (1/365)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"&gt;[041] drink 64oz of water every day for 60 days (0/60)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"&gt;CRAFTY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"&gt;[042] learn how to sew&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"&gt;[043] take a ceramics/pottery class&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"&gt;[044] take a woodcarving/woodworking class&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"&gt;[045] make all mother's christmas gifts (0/4)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"&gt;[046] make a quilt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"&gt;[047] find a wooden piece of furniture and re-finish it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"&gt;[048] celebrate something and make all the invitations&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;HOUSE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;[049] buy new coffee tables&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"&gt;[050] find a way to throw out the hub's bachelor fake plant&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"&gt;[051] buy a king size bed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"&gt;[052] buy a new bed spread&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"&gt;[053] buy a fully functional tool kit and relevant power tools&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"&gt;[054] buy a blender&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"&gt;FRIENDSHIPS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;[055] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;write a letter/send a card to friends 6x/year (1/6)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;[056] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;e-mail/talk to friends 1x/week for a year (1/52)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"&gt;[057] host a bbq, game night or get together 1x/month for a year (0/12)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"&gt;[058] go out to coffee or hang with a friend 2x/month for a year (0/24)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"&gt;[059] make at least 3 new GOOD friends (0/3)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"&gt;[060] have a MOM weekend. Just me and mom.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"&gt;COMMUNITY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"&gt;[061] renew CPR certification&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"&gt;[062] renew First Aid certification&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"&gt;[063] donate Blood&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"&gt;[064] volunteer at least 100 hours in a year (0/100)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"&gt;[065] donate $1 (charity TBD) for every task I do not complete in 1001 days&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"&gt;TRAVEL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"&gt;[066] visit 5 national parks (0/5)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"&gt;[067] visit 5 state parks (1/5)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"&gt;[068] visit 5 new states (0/5)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"&gt;[069] visit 5 new beaches (0/5)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"&gt;[070] travel to India- meet Hub's extended family&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"&gt;[071] San Diego to see Esther at least 1x/year  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"&gt;[072] Chicago to see Kimi at least 1x/year  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"&gt;[073] Seattle to see Family at least 3x/year (0/3)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"&gt;[074] see the Grand Canyon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"&gt;[075] go to Las Vegas (again)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"&gt;[076] go to Disney World&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"&gt;[077] visit Jekyll Island&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"&gt;ORGANIZATION&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"&gt;[078] make and organize a recipe book&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"&gt;[079] organize all contacts, create address book&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"&gt;[080] organize office&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"&gt;[081] organize closet every 6 months&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"&gt;[082] donate clothes that don't fit&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"&gt;FOOD/BEVERAGE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"&gt;[083] bake a pie from scratch&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"&gt;[084] decorate a cake for a party&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"&gt;[085] bake an angel food cake&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"&gt;[086] use my juicer 3x/week for 4 weeks (0/12)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"&gt;[087] make a pizza from scratch (crust, sauce and all!)  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"&gt;[088] make dinner at home 4x/week for 4 weeks (0/16)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"&gt;[089] eat a genuine GEORGIA PEACH!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"&gt;[090] host Thanksgiving or Christmas at OUR house&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"&gt;FACE MY FEARS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"&gt;[091] learn to swim with my face under water (fear of water)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"&gt;[092] have my wisdom teeth pulled (just generally scared!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"&gt;[093] WATCH as I get my blood drawn (fear of needles)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"&gt;RANDOM&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;[094]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;stop cracking my knuckles (0/100)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"&gt;[095] train the dogs to come when called (EVERY time) (0/100)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"&gt;[096] no TV for 60 days (0/60)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"&gt;[097] write a letter to myself to open in 10 years&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"&gt;[098] don't complain about anything for a week (0/7)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"&gt;[099] go to a concert&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"&gt;[100] buy something from Etsy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"&gt;[101] no Facebook for a week (0/7)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1872341607689330770-8002702572050577579?l=karissathomas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karissathomas.blogspot.com/feeds/8002702572050577579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://karissathomas.blogspot.com/2010/05/101-in-1001.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1872341607689330770/posts/default/8002702572050577579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1872341607689330770/posts/default/8002702572050577579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karissathomas.blogspot.com/2010/05/101-in-1001.html' title='101 in 1001'/><author><name>MrsThomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16221003964180207806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PlEoP95oZ_o/SjK5GxgpfcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/HP9qhSlf0rw/S220/Thomas_-1116.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1872341607689330770.post-1822112403080710006</id><published>2010-05-12T12:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T12:26:39.976-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Acclimatization, Dress-up &amp; In-laws</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So I have been missing again because the In-Laws came to visit. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i style="text-decoration: line-through;"&gt;Do you ever feel cornered or like they are trying to make you feel guilty?&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Do you ever feel like you are too loved?&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ILs are tough. Especially coming from divorced parents. I already HAVE two moms and a dad and another guy (mom's bf). PLUS all the other adopted parents I have from while my parents were going through the divorce! (parents of good friends that filled in when my parents weren't quite there) I seriously have like 7 moms and 5 dads. And now add ILs. Yes, I love you! And I am SO grateful to you for making your son, my husband. And yes! I really really love him! (no matter how much we might fight) And I know that you really love him too! But, WE have only hung out about 5 times. I don't &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: line-through;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;know you nearly as much as I &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: line-through;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;know my family or quite as much as I &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: line-through;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;know my two VERY good best friends who have been there for me through THICK AND THIN and are also married to military guys and we now live in the three farthest corners from home and they both have new babies that I want to go meet! &lt;i style="text-decoration: line-through;"&gt;no you are not on the top of my list of people to go visit while the hubs is in ranger school next month through the end of summer.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: line-through;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I only have so much money for flights around the country this summer and when I look at the list of priorities...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I PROMISE we will be home to see you for Christmas.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yesterday afternoon, the ILs went back home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;i style="text-decoration: line-through;"&gt;we all survived.&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was great having them over to check out our house and the area.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So after the hubs got off work, I went with him to go golfing. (read: he golfed while I sat in the cart and kept him company and enjoyed the beautiful course.)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Have you ever noticed that boys have to dress-up for every different thing they do? Maybe THAT'S why our guys like the military so much!! I don't know about your man, but my hubs has a different costume for everything.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He wears a uniform for PT, a uniform to work (ACUs of course), a uniform for golf (dress pants &amp;amp; a polo), a uniform for the gym and working out (different from PTs), a uniform to be comfortable around the house (also different from workout clothes and regular clothes), a uniform to go "out" (dancing and bars and such), a uniform for everyday going "out" (going shopping or over to a friend's for a bbq).&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You name it, he's got a special uniform for it!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i style="text-decoration: line-through;"&gt;Which also translates to a whole BUNCH of laundry.&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Good thing I LOVE my washer and dryer!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;On a side note, I am acclimatizing well down here in Georgia. :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(read: I am cold at any temperature under 72 degrees)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But that thought gives me hope for summer here. We have had a few 90s days and it's not too uncomfortable! Hopefully when we reach full humidity and 1 million degrees I won't melt. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1872341607689330770-1822112403080710006?l=karissathomas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karissathomas.blogspot.com/feeds/1822112403080710006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://karissathomas.blogspot.com/2010/05/acclimatization-dress-up-in-laws.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1872341607689330770/posts/default/1822112403080710006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1872341607689330770/posts/default/1822112403080710006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karissathomas.blogspot.com/2010/05/acclimatization-dress-up-in-laws.html' title='Acclimatization, Dress-up &amp; In-laws'/><author><name>MrsThomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16221003964180207806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PlEoP95oZ_o/SjK5GxgpfcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/HP9qhSlf0rw/S220/Thomas_-1116.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1872341607689330770.post-3867944941701230995</id><published>2010-05-06T12:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T12:39:58.956-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tatertots and Jello giveaways!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://tatertotsandjello.blogspot.com/"&gt;Tatertots and Jello&lt;/a&gt; is having a mother's day extravaganza and giving away TONS of beautiful gifts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out my favorite (but you're not allowed to enter 'cuz I wanna win!!! :P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #1c0b00; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 24px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3 class="post-title" style="border-bottom-color: rgb(230, 230, 230); border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-right-color: rgb(230, 230, 230); border-right-style: solid; border-right-width: 0px; color: #333333; font: normal normal normal 182%/normal Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 1.4em; margin-bottom: 3px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 9px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: left; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://tatertotsandjello.blogspot.com/2010/05/mothers-day-extravaganza-madison-reece.html" style="color: #99cc99; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Madison Reece Designs Personalized Jewelry: $50 Gift Certificate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1872341607689330770-3867944941701230995?l=karissathomas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karissathomas.blogspot.com/feeds/3867944941701230995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://karissathomas.blogspot.com/2010/05/tatertots-and-jello-giveaways.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1872341607689330770/posts/default/3867944941701230995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1872341607689330770/posts/default/3867944941701230995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karissathomas.blogspot.com/2010/05/tatertots-and-jello-giveaways.html' title='Tatertots and Jello giveaways!'/><author><name>MrsThomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16221003964180207806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PlEoP95oZ_o/SjK5GxgpfcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/HP9qhSlf0rw/S220/Thomas_-1116.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1872341607689330770.post-8082691844938314219</id><published>2010-05-06T01:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T01:13:07.330-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"Today Was a Good Day"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande';"&gt;Did you say that in your "Ice Cube" voice? &amp;nbsp;HA! just joking...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;...not really. I totally did. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande';"&gt;We explored &lt;a href="http://www.gastateparks.org/Providence"&gt;Providence Canyon State Park&lt;/a&gt; today!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande';"&gt;It was SOO cool! :D I went by myself on Easter and just walked around the top for a few minutes, but today we hiked DOWN INTO the canyon! Pretty cool. :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande';"&gt;AND we took LOTS of pictures!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;...but unfortunately the hubs packed some Pepsi's in the backpack along with the camera... and then one of the Pepsi's decided to explode and leak alllll over the backpack (and my back) and ruin the camera. :( So we are reeeeally hoping that the camera dries out over night and works again tomorrow... (PRAY!!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande';"&gt;But other than the camera fiasco, it was a goooooood day.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande';"&gt;Have I told you lately that I LOVE my hubs? :) We are definitely getting better at this marriage thing. :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande';"&gt;We had a "discussion" tonight that DIDN'T TURN INTO A FIGHT!!!!! SO EXCITING! (&lt;i&gt;ha! baby steps folks! give us some slack!&lt;/i&gt;) The last few months we haven't even been able to talk about what to have for lunch without it blowing up and getting out of control. :( But tonight we had a &lt;i&gt;pretty&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;heated discussion WITH NO FIGHTING! &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: line-through;"&gt;We haven't been able to do that since we were dating!&lt;/span&gt; (man this sounds awful...) But the point is, it's getting better. We had some hurtful times, and I think we are finally putting it behind us for good and moving on. I know it's not always going to be easy. At times it's going to be pretty darn hard. We've had a few of those moments. But I just want to say, that I am really looking forward to the many years to come. And THAT is why it was a good day. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PlEoP95oZ_o/S-JPXg6_lTI/AAAAAAAAAKA/oG8QU2SBGFc/s1600/Providence+Canyon2-full.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PlEoP95oZ_o/S-JPXg6_lTI/AAAAAAAAAKA/oG8QU2SBGFc/s400/Providence+Canyon2-full.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande';"&gt;This photo does not give the canyon justice.. but I found an AMAZING photo @&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://cameraartist.com/index.php?showimage=253" style="color: #0000cc;"&gt;cameraartist.com/ index.php?showimage=253&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;that you should check out! (I was afraid of copyright stuff, so just look at it there!)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1872341607689330770-8082691844938314219?l=karissathomas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karissathomas.blogspot.com/feeds/8082691844938314219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://karissathomas.blogspot.com/2010/05/today-was-good-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1872341607689330770/posts/default/8082691844938314219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1872341607689330770/posts/default/8082691844938314219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karissathomas.blogspot.com/2010/05/today-was-good-day.html' title='&quot;Today Was a Good Day&quot;'/><author><name>MrsThomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16221003964180207806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PlEoP95oZ_o/SjK5GxgpfcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/HP9qhSlf0rw/S220/Thomas_-1116.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PlEoP95oZ_o/S-JPXg6_lTI/AAAAAAAAAKA/oG8QU2SBGFc/s72-c/Providence+Canyon2-full.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1872341607689330770.post-7571104686650183804</id><published>2010-05-04T22:42:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T23:47:53.490-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Playing &amp; Learning</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When we were little, we learned through play. We learned how to play with others; how to share; how to make friends; how to wait our turn; how to talk to friends, adults, teachers, strangers; how to listen; how to play fair; how to clean up; how to say sorry. We learned coordination, balance, awareness, kindness, patience, respectfulness.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When did we forget all that great stuff? Maybe we just need to keep playing in order to remind ourselves!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think my &lt;b&gt;marriage&lt;/b&gt; could use a little more &lt;b&gt;playtime!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(and not &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;kind you pervs!!) :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;For the rest of the week, I am going to make a special effort to &lt;b&gt;play &lt;/b&gt;with my hubs every day.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Maybe some one-on-one basketball? Some farkle? Mario Bros?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;What do you and your hubs play together?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today I also played around with the camera. I did some google-ing and learned the basics and some cool settings on our camera. Here's a little sampling of me playing with the camera. Feel free to enjoy my handsome mutts. Aren't they totally photogenic?? :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PlEoP95oZ_o/S-DU92gOVUI/AAAAAAAAAJA/dMLJrfMP0rA/s1600/IMG_0274.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PlEoP95oZ_o/S-DU92gOVUI/AAAAAAAAAJA/dMLJrfMP0rA/s320/IMG_0274.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Doesn't that face just make you feel loved?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PlEoP95oZ_o/S-DVLQRPt0I/AAAAAAAAAJI/wPkhifEenDw/s1600/IMG_0282.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PlEoP95oZ_o/S-DVLQRPt0I/AAAAAAAAAJI/wPkhifEenDw/s320/IMG_0282.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I LOVE those big brown eyes!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PlEoP95oZ_o/S-DVZPA3OnI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/SHFJjxZ48mA/s1600/IMG_0298.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PlEoP95oZ_o/S-DVZPA3OnI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/SHFJjxZ48mA/s320/IMG_0298.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;PLAY TIME!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PlEoP95oZ_o/S-DV4hoq-KI/AAAAAAAAAJg/cqT9VzLsuMQ/s1600/IMG_0302.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PlEoP95oZ_o/S-DWJhNNsaI/AAAAAAAAAJo/e_yIi5I1TvU/s1600/IMG_0301.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PlEoP95oZ_o/S-DWJhNNsaI/AAAAAAAAAJo/e_yIi5I1TvU/s320/IMG_0301.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PlEoP95oZ_o/S-DWJhNNsaI/AAAAAAAAAJo/e_yIi5I1TvU/s1600/IMG_0301.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PlEoP95oZ_o/S-DVoQucCZI/AAAAAAAAAJY/Ye254NBpHKc/s1600/IMG_0300.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PlEoP95oZ_o/S-DVoQucCZI/AAAAAAAAAJY/Ye254NBpHKc/s320/IMG_0300.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PlEoP95oZ_o/S-Dcq3xd2tI/AAAAAAAAAJw/YhxEVl02Bss/s1600/IMG_0302.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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Learning'/><author><name>MrsThomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16221003964180207806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PlEoP95oZ_o/SjK5GxgpfcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/HP9qhSlf0rw/S220/Thomas_-1116.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PlEoP95oZ_o/S-DU92gOVUI/AAAAAAAAAJA/dMLJrfMP0rA/s72-c/IMG_0274.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1872341607689330770.post-6984038393788076358</id><published>2010-05-03T17:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T17:47:48.164-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Photography Envy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As I have been checking out more and more blogs I am discovering that my iPhone doesn't take the greatest pics... ;) I am SO JEALOUS of all of the incredible photography skills that so many of you ladies have!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;HELP ME OUT!!! I want to learn!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The hubs has a Canon PowerShot S5 IS. &amp;nbsp;...not that I have ANY idea what that means... ha!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;img alt="CanonS5_3q.jpg" height="265" src="webkit-fake-url://BC5FCF9C-86FA-4444-8B65-3B7E8224AEF0/CanonS5_3q.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Are there any great "intro to photography" or "how to be an amazing photographer" blogs I should know about? How did YOU get started with photography? Any quick tips?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1872341607689330770-6984038393788076358?l=karissathomas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karissathomas.blogspot.com/feeds/6984038393788076358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://karissathomas.blogspot.com/2010/05/photography-envy.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1872341607689330770/posts/default/6984038393788076358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1872341607689330770/posts/default/6984038393788076358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karissathomas.blogspot.com/2010/05/photography-envy.html' title='Photography Envy'/><author><name>MrsThomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16221003964180207806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PlEoP95oZ_o/SjK5GxgpfcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/HP9qhSlf0rw/S220/Thomas_-1116.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1872341607689330770.post-8292639944152641023</id><published>2010-05-02T23:34:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T23:37:06.972-04:00</updated><title type='text'>MilSpouse Blog Hop</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;In honor of all of my new followers (and the prospect of MORE!) I thought I would join in on the &lt;a href="http://militaryspouserollercoasterride.blogspot.com/2010/04/milspouse-blog-hop.html"&gt;MilSpouse Blog Hop&lt;/a&gt; hosted by&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://militaryspouserollercoasterride.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt; &lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i839.photobucket.com/albums/zz311/sweeneyfaulkner/Buttons/th_springflowers6-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;div class="clear" style="clear: both;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-family: Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-family: Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; line-height: normal;"&gt;If you want to learn more about me and my blog you can check out my buttons at the top (my &lt;a href="http://karissathomas.blogspot.com/p/life-list.html"&gt;Life List&lt;/a&gt; or &lt;a href="http://karissathomas.blogspot.com/p/about-me.html"&gt;About Me&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;or by checking out my older blogs located in my archive on the bottom right hand side.&amp;nbsp;A Photos tab is also in the works) However, to save you some time, here is a short bio about me :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif;"&gt;I grew up in Seattle, WA spending lots of time playing outside (even in the rain!), going to a private christian school, spending 4 days a week at church and playing soccer, softball, gymnastics, dance, track and cross country. My parents got divorced when I was in 6th grade and a few weeks after I turned 16 and got my license my mom moved out with her new boyfriend. You could say I grew up pretty quick.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif;"&gt;Straight out of high school I attended the University of Washington planning to become an architect. I took one architecture class and decided I hated it... switched to Mechanical Engineering which I LOVED, but then decided boys were more important at the time. (stupid me!) Spent about two years working two to three part time jobs at a time while I "discovered me" and left God behind. Not a good choice. But my Awesome God still loved me and placed me in a WONDERFUL nanny position with a really great family. I was back in school and hanging with good friends and family.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;On June 21, 2008, I met this really hot army guy who could &lt;b&gt;really dance&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;in a club in Seattle.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PlEoP95oZ_o/S945T-B5H1I/AAAAAAAAAHg/81QGb-yCVfo/s1600/l_687c88795bb2a4b54746a59f3b2984ee.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PlEoP95oZ_o/S945T-B5H1I/AAAAAAAAAHg/81QGb-yCVfo/s200/l_687c88795bb2a4b54746a59f3b2984ee.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The night we met.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif;"&gt;Six months later he proposed and four months after that, on April 18th, 2009 we got married. :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PlEoP95oZ_o/S95CFz2Jk-I/AAAAAAAAAIg/dDqRTfxTcgw/s1600/Thomas_-898.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PlEoP95oZ_o/S95CFz2Jk-I/AAAAAAAAAIg/dDqRTfxTcgw/s200/Thomas_-898.jpg" width="133" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PlEoP95oZ_o/S95CQeZnjnI/AAAAAAAAAIo/m82h18rVkbw/s1600/Thomas_-1101.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="171" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PlEoP95oZ_o/S95CQeZnjnI/AAAAAAAAAIo/m82h18rVkbw/s200/Thomas_-1101.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PlEoP95oZ_o/S95CnEmrFvI/AAAAAAAAAIw/aQJYTmH77_k/s1600/Thomas+(146).JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PlEoP95oZ_o/S95CnEmrFvI/AAAAAAAAAIw/aQJYTmH77_k/s200/Thomas+(146).JPG" width="133" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif;"&gt;He deployed for a short time after only three months together and as soon as he got back we moved to Fort Benning, GA. We are currently living on the Alabama side waaaaay out in the boonies (as in the nearest grocery store is 30minutes away) but I absolutely love it! (most of the time ;)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;We have two mutts. Durango- a 3 year old pointer/dane mix&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif;"&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;nbsp;Dallas- a 6 month old yellow lab/pointer mix.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PlEoP95oZ_o/S946jxXPIGI/AAAAAAAAAH4/LHijueU7c7E/s1600/6056_775925971078_10706559_44410345_2312679_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PlEoP95oZ_o/S946jxXPIGI/AAAAAAAAAH4/LHijueU7c7E/s200/6056_775925971078_10706559_44410345_2312679_n.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PlEoP95oZ_o/S946OVs13jI/AAAAAAAAAHw/ZBPeG_dm39U/s1600/IMG_0499.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PlEoP95oZ_o/S946OVs13jI/AAAAAAAAAHw/ZBPeG_dm39U/s200/IMG_0499.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PlEoP95oZ_o/S946KhrVuXI/AAAAAAAAAHo/ryT3HzYQUZc/s1600/IMG_0512.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PlEoP95oZ_o/S946KhrVuXI/AAAAAAAAAHo/ryT3HzYQUZc/s200/IMG_0512.JPG" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif;"&gt;We love to go mountain biking, dancing, watch movies, bbq, cook Indian food, and workout. He loves golf and I love hiking, camping and exploring new places... even though I don't particularly like golf and he doesn't particularly like my outdoorsy stuff, we still spend a fair amount of time doing it together. :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PlEoP95oZ_o/S95C9Ho8S9I/AAAAAAAAAI4/sckYb1weUdk/s1600/IMG_0175.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PlEoP95oZ_o/S95C9Ho8S9I/AAAAAAAAAI4/sckYb1weUdk/s200/IMG_0175.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PlEoP95oZ_o/S948rEnRTjI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/Nb67FYKL2uI/s1600/IMG_0362.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PlEoP95oZ_o/S948rEnRTjI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/Nb67FYKL2uI/s200/IMG_0362.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PlEoP95oZ_o/S948aAze0vI/AAAAAAAAAII/rbghFQH7HZg/s1600/IMG_0173.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PlEoP95oZ_o/S948aAze0vI/AAAAAAAAAII/rbghFQH7HZg/s200/IMG_0173.JPG" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PlEoP95oZ_o/S95Bpz_hsKI/AAAAAAAAAIY/deRl2kO9ZNU/s1600/l_b446456422fd454ebf3eb8713c5c0d54.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PlEoP95oZ_o/S95Bpz_hsKI/AAAAAAAAAIY/deRl2kO9ZNU/s320/l_b446456422fd454ebf3eb8713c5c0d54.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;We are finally getting the hang of being married, but it's a constant process and we definitely have our ups and downs. ;)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PlEoP95oZ_o/S9462xYXBMI/AAAAAAAAAIA/3ZmXTMMvvM0/s1600/IMG_3659_2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PlEoP95oZ_o/S9462xYXBMI/AAAAAAAAAIA/3ZmXTMMvvM0/s320/IMG_3659_2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1872341607689330770-8292639944152641023?l=karissathomas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karissathomas.blogspot.com/feeds/8292639944152641023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://karissathomas.blogspot.com/2010/05/milspouse-blog-hop.html#comment-form' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1872341607689330770/posts/default/8292639944152641023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1872341607689330770/posts/default/8292639944152641023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karissathomas.blogspot.com/2010/05/milspouse-blog-hop.html' title='MilSpouse Blog Hop'/><author><name>MrsThomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16221003964180207806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PlEoP95oZ_o/SjK5GxgpfcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/HP9qhSlf0rw/S220/Thomas_-1116.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i839.photobucket.com/albums/zz311/sweeneyfaulkner/Buttons/th_springflowers6-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1872341607689330770.post-2448231388942849474</id><published>2010-05-02T22:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T22:14:42.999-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Rena's "healthy" cookies</title><content type='html'>Okay... maybe that's not what they're reeeeeally called ;) My 6 year-old niece, Rena, calls these her healthy cookies and they &lt;i&gt;kinda&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;are! Besides the cup of butter and the cup and a half of sugar... ;) But they are REEEEALLY GOOD!!! So I thought I should pass them on. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband was a little hesitant at first when he found out they had carrots in them, but he just finished off a plate of 6 in about 40 seconds flat. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next time I make these, I think I will be adding more raisins (because I LOVE raisins! ...and they kinda ran out when I got to the end of the cookies...) and &lt;i&gt;maybe&lt;/i&gt; a little less butter ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PlEoP95oZ_o/S94wxGhL6lI/AAAAAAAAAHY/xJy0J8V3LeU/s1600/GetAttachment.aspx.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PlEoP95oZ_o/S94wxGhL6lI/AAAAAAAAAHY/xJy0J8V3LeU/s320/GetAttachment.aspx.jpeg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;CARROT FRUIT JUMBLES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Times New Roman; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 15.0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Times New Roman; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;2 ½ cups all purpose flour&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Times New Roman; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;1 tsp baking soda&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Times New Roman; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;½ tsp baking powder&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Times New Roman; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;½ tsp ground cloves&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Times New Roman; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;2 tsp ground cinnamon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Times New Roman; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;¼ tsp salt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Times New Roman; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;1 cup quick oats (not instant)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Times New Roman; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;¾ cup brown sugar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Times New Roman; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;¾ cup white sugar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Times New Roman; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;1 cup butter, softened&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Times New Roman; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;2 large eggs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Times New Roman; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;2 tsp vanilla extract&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Times New Roman; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;2 cups grated carrot (2 medium carrots)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Times New Roman; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;½ cup crushed pineapple, drained&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Times New Roman; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;½ cup chopped walnuts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Times New Roman; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;½ cup raisins&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Times New Roman; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;½ cup shredded coconut&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Times New Roman; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 15.0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Times New Roman; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;Pre heat the oven to 350 degrees.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Times New Roman; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;In your large bowl with an electric mixer, blend the sugars.&amp;nbsp; Add the butter and mix until it sticks to the mixer.&amp;nbsp; Add the eggs and vanilla and blend until fluffy at medium speed.&amp;nbsp; Add the carrots, pineapple, walnuts, raisins and coconut.&amp;nbsp; The batter will be nice and lumpy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Times New Roman; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;In a separate bowl mix the flour, soda, powder, cloves, cinnamon, salt and oats.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Times New Roman; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;Slowly pour in the flour mixture to the batter on low.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Times New Roman; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;Scoop by teaspoons onto ungreased baking sheet and bake for 13 minutes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Times New Roman; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;Immediately transfer to a cool, flat surface.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1872341607689330770-2448231388942849474?l=karissathomas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karissathomas.blogspot.com/feeds/2448231388942849474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://karissathomas.blogspot.com/2010/05/renas-healthy-cookies.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1872341607689330770/posts/default/2448231388942849474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1872341607689330770/posts/default/2448231388942849474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karissathomas.blogspot.com/2010/05/renas-healthy-cookies.html' title='Rena&apos;s &quot;healthy&quot; cookies'/><author><name>MrsThomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16221003964180207806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PlEoP95oZ_o/SjK5GxgpfcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/HP9qhSlf0rw/S220/Thomas_-1116.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PlEoP95oZ_o/S94wxGhL6lI/AAAAAAAAAHY/xJy0J8V3LeU/s72-c/GetAttachment.aspx.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1872341607689330770.post-7266741995654241412</id><published>2010-05-01T18:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T18:41:58.307-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I got a Blog Award!</title><content type='html'>I don't really know what it actually &lt;i&gt;means&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;to get a blog award... but nonetheless it's really exciting to get one!!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PlEoP95oZ_o/S9ym6bbRHVI/AAAAAAAAAHI/jie7xoMyfuA/s1600/sunshineaward.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PlEoP95oZ_o/S9ym6bbRHVI/AAAAAAAAAHI/jie7xoMyfuA/s320/sunshineaward.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was given this award by Kellee Lyn @ &lt;a href="http://youplusmeequalswii.blogspot.com/"&gt;You + Me = Wiiiii&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; It has been a lot of fun for me to read her blog because we have so much in common :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;The rules of this award are:&lt;br /&gt;1. To put the logo on your blog or within your post.&lt;br /&gt;2. Pass the award onto 12 bloggers.&lt;br /&gt;3. Let the nominees know they have received the award by commenting on their blog.&lt;br /&gt;4. Share the love and link the person who gave you the award&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the chosen 12...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;1. Abigail @ &lt;a href="http://abigailsday.blogspot.com/"&gt;Abigail's Day&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;2. Amy @ &lt;a href="http://amyjbushatz.blogspot.com/"&gt;A(my) to (bushat)Z&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;3. Lindsay @ &lt;a href="http://lindsaymaefones.blogspot.com/"&gt;By Your Side&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;4. Mrs. P @ &lt;a href="http://alittlepinkinaworldofcamo.blogspot.com/"&gt;A Little Pink in a World of Camo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;5. Dana @ &lt;a href="http://happylifeasanarmywife.blogspot.com/"&gt;Happy Life as an Army Wife&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;6. The Jenkins Girls @ &lt;a href="http://thejcrew-strangerthanfiction.blogspot.com/"&gt;The J Crew&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;7. Rebecca Runs Sometimes @ &lt;a href="http://keepsyoumoving.blogspot.com/"&gt;THE FINISH LINE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;8. Amanda @ &lt;a href="http://michaelandamandachesser.blogspot.com/"&gt;Trying my best to be a Proverbs 31 woman&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;9. Birdie @ &lt;a href="http://soldierslady.blogspot.com/"&gt;Soldier's Lady&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;10. Amber @ &lt;a href="http://fabulousyoungandnewlywed.blogspot.com/"&gt;The Survival Guide For The Young, Fabulous &amp;amp; Newlywed&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;11. Jessica @ &lt;a href="http://meandhimandthearmy.blogspot.com/"&gt;Me, Him and The Army&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;12. Amber @&lt;a href="http://mydeploymentjournaldearmatt.blogspot.com/"&gt; Goodnight Moon!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1872341607689330770-7266741995654241412?l=karissathomas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karissathomas.blogspot.com/feeds/7266741995654241412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://karissathomas.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-got-blog-award.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1872341607689330770/posts/default/7266741995654241412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1872341607689330770/posts/default/7266741995654241412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karissathomas.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-got-blog-award.html' title='I got a Blog Award!'/><author><name>MrsThomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16221003964180207806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PlEoP95oZ_o/SjK5GxgpfcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/HP9qhSlf0rw/S220/Thomas_-1116.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PlEoP95oZ_o/S9ym6bbRHVI/AAAAAAAAAHI/jie7xoMyfuA/s72-c/sunshineaward.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1872341607689330770.post-3786162723727193805</id><published>2010-05-01T15:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T15:39:51.926-04:00</updated><title type='text'>To You,</title><content type='html'>It seems like every time I log in to blogger I have a new follower! Can I tell you HOW EXCITING THAT IS!? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm fairly new to this blogging thing and never imagined I would have followers that I have never even met before! It definitely makes blogging a lot more fun knowing I'm not just writing to myself. :) And your comments and encouragement are so appreciated!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, THANK YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are a new follower, please make sure you comment and leave me a link to your blog so I can follow you too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1872341607689330770-3786162723727193805?l=karissathomas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karissathomas.blogspot.com/feeds/3786162723727193805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://karissathomas.blogspot.com/2010/05/to-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1872341607689330770/posts/default/3786162723727193805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1872341607689330770/posts/default/3786162723727193805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karissathomas.blogspot.com/2010/05/to-you.html' title='To You,'/><author><name>MrsThomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16221003964180207806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PlEoP95oZ_o/SjK5GxgpfcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/HP9qhSlf0rw/S220/Thomas_-1116.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1872341607689330770.post-5045396913435444988</id><published>2010-05-01T15:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T15:35:55.291-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Back!</title><content type='html'>I know, I've been a little MIA... but it's for a good cause!&amp;nbsp;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I WENT HOME!!!! :D&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I spent an entire week back home in WA with the fam. And it was WONDERFUL. Shared a bedroom with my 6 year-old niece, drank LOTS of coffee (at least two cups a day!), ate lots of ice cream, cake and pie, enjoyed lots of chat time with the sis, watched the nieces at gymnastics, and just enjoyed HOME.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No matter what you say or what you do, WA will ALWAYS be my home.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's not to say wherever I go with the hubs isn't &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;OUR&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; home! We already have lots of our &lt;i&gt;things&lt;/i&gt; which say &lt;i&gt;home&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;to me, but on top of that, wherever I go with my hubs, HE makes it home. (I know, corny right? ...sorry!) But honestly, no matter how much we argue, I wouldn't want to argue with anyone else! Seriously. As mush as we sometimes fight, no one else would be worth it!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Back to the nitty gritty.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Prior to heading back to WA, I was pretty depressed. Really. I mean, I was &lt;i&gt;totally &lt;/i&gt;unhappy when I really &lt;b&gt;should&lt;/b&gt; have been the &lt;i&gt;most&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;happy! I really just was not myself. I apologize for the last few posts... they were MAJOR downers. But thank you &lt;b&gt;so&lt;/b&gt; much for your encouraging comments! I discovered that I was being &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;way&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;too hard on myself... Reading Debi's "Created to Be His Help Meet" was really convicting and enlightening in terms of showing me where I was going wrong and how I could be better... but was turning into me just cutting myself down and feeling entirely and completely inadequate as a wife. Which was REALLY NOT HELPING. &amp;nbsp;Now, I'm not saying the BOOK was not helping... but rather the way I was &lt;i&gt;looking&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;at and &lt;i&gt;interpreting&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;the book was not helping...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes all I need is a little vacation and some perspective. I could have friends and family telling me all the same thing, but until I just GO AWAY and EXPERIENCE it, it's not going to do any good. I am too stubborn to just listen and believe you automatically! Ask any of my good friends or family... I'm stubborn. ;) I know, it's something I need to work on... I really could save myself so much frustration and trouble... but I promise I'm getting &lt;b&gt;much&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;better where it's most important - with the hubs.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also, I'm promising a little more uplifting blogging. ;)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;How do you regain perspective? Besides your current "home" where is Home for you?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1872341607689330770-5045396913435444988?l=karissathomas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karissathomas.blogspot.com/feeds/5045396913435444988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://karissathomas.blogspot.com/2010/05/im-back.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1872341607689330770/posts/default/5045396913435444988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1872341607689330770/posts/default/5045396913435444988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karissathomas.blogspot.com/2010/05/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m Back!'/><author><name>MrsThomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16221003964180207806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PlEoP95oZ_o/SjK5GxgpfcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/HP9qhSlf0rw/S220/Thomas_-1116.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1872341607689330770.post-7894268925803640628</id><published>2010-04-19T14:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T14:37:11.871-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Anniversary Weekend...</title><content type='html'>was INCREDIBLE. The hubs gets an A+++&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He had the whole weekend planned out full of surprises. &amp;nbsp;All kinds of little things that I had mentioned in passing over the last year and big things too! I am so blessed to have such a great hubs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then why was I grumpy and depressed? Did I &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;want&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;to be a sourpuss on our anniversary weekend? HECK NO!!!! So why couldn't I avoid it? :( &amp;nbsp;I definitely get a D- for the weekend. I feel awful.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the rundown of the weekend:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday afternoon the hubs came home from work and packed and we were out the door for a weekend in Atlanta. We dropped the mutts at boarding and got some milkshakes at Sonic and headed north. We arrived at our INCREDIBLE 4 star hotel in Buckhead, checked in and went out to walk around. Found a nearby mall, did a little window shopping, got some coffee, etc. (Oh how I have MISSED a REAL MALL!!) Then walked the streets some more, watching a beautiful sunset until we found a hidden little Thai restaurant. WHICH WAS AMAZING! I ordered pineapple chicken which they served in a hollowed out half pineapple! IT WAS SOOO GOOD! After, we walked back to the hotel, go into a heated debate (about something i &lt;b&gt;don't even remember!)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;and the hubs fell asleep&lt;i&gt;. After all, he HAD been up since 0500.&lt;/i&gt; But since I was not that tired... I instead got grumpy. :( I feel like such a &lt;b&gt;brat&lt;/b&gt;. And that is NOT a good feeling. I tried running it out on the treadmill. Although that usually helps, it didn't. Instead I was grumpy and I sabotaged myself. :( &amp;nbsp;Didn't sleep a wink until about 0730. Spent the night feeling frustrated and annoyed instead. &lt;i&gt;I hate it when I do that. I just wish I could make myself stop.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday morning we were up at 0800. Then off to surprise #1. &lt;i&gt;Of course I was still grumpy. Way to go self. Way to ruin everything. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;The hubs got coffee and took me for a COUPLES MASSAGE. (please keep in mind, he doesn't really like professional massages and the only time that I EVER mentioned ANYTHING about wanting to get a couples massage was ONCE on our honeymoon when we were walking the beach in Waikiki.) Massage relieved some of the grumpiness and I really tried to throw it out. I thanked the hubs. He really is great and put SO much thought into this weekend! I was really amazed! After the massage came surprise #2- the Atlanta Aquarium and ice cream. (those of you who don't know me, I LOVE ICE CREAM!) He is not an aquarium kind of guy, but I had heard the aquarium was awesome and have been hinting at that one since we found out we were moving to GA. By now I was over the grumpiness of last night. &lt;i&gt;i thought...&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;then we went back to the hotel and got ready for our fancy dinner. (I bought this amazing dress back in like September? and haven't had an occasion to wear it yet. so I told the hubs, if we did NOTHING for our anniversary, all I wanted to do was go SOMEWHERE that I could wear my dress.) He found this hole in the wall type restaurant with the best chefs in the Southeast. The food was AMAZING. You know when you bite into something and you just let it sit in your mouth for a while as you sigh because it it SO INCREDIBLE?! That is how EVERYTHING tasted!!!!! OMG. &lt;i&gt;So you would think that SURELY, I was done with being grumpy, right? I wish. :( &lt;/i&gt;On the way back to the hotel, we came across yet another heated topic. :( &lt;i&gt;another topic I don't even remember.&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;And night number 2 of greatest weekend ever = ruined. &lt;i&gt;Chalk it up- me 2, hubs 0. I am officially ruining our weekend. i feel like crap. once again up until 0200. ran stairs this time. 22 flights about 4 times. generally running it off works. why didn't it work this time?!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, we packed up and headed home. I was certain the hubs hated me. &lt;i&gt;I sure did. Why would ANYONE like me right now? WHAT is WRONG with me!?!? &lt;/i&gt;Instead, he STILL took me to surprise #3- 6 Flags over Atlanta. I LOVE ROLLERCOASTERS!!!! The Hubs HATES them. And yet he STILL went on FIVE coasters with me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so blessed to have such a patient and amazing hubs. After chatting this morning with a friend, &lt;i&gt;(you know they are a TRUE friend when they can just TELL you that you are being stupid-- thank you!-- it's true.) &lt;/i&gt;I know what I need to do. The tricky part is doing it. It's time to leave my pitty-party and start getting thankful. It's time to move on from the fact that I have left everything I know behind and just embrace this new life because I am WITH my HUSBAND. It's time for me to quit trying to be in control of my life and let God take over. It's time to appreciate my hubs a &lt;b&gt;million&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;times more than I do now. It's time, &lt;i&gt;it's time&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;b&gt;it's time. &lt;/b&gt;Time to &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;BE&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; a better wife. Here I go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1872341607689330770-7894268925803640628?l=karissathomas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karissathomas.blogspot.com/feeds/7894268925803640628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://karissathomas.blogspot.com/2010/04/anniversary-weekend.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1872341607689330770/posts/default/7894268925803640628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1872341607689330770/posts/default/7894268925803640628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karissathomas.blogspot.com/2010/04/anniversary-weekend.html' title='Anniversary Weekend...'/><author><name>MrsThomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16221003964180207806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PlEoP95oZ_o/SjK5GxgpfcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/HP9qhSlf0rw/S220/Thomas_-1116.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1872341607689330770.post-4947600371289018329</id><published>2010-04-16T10:04:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T10:14:13.704-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Good Marriage- Good for your health?</title><content type='html'>I have the NY Times app on my (much loved) iPhone and I often check out the popular news of the day (as well as any important updates). Today, I came across an article on the effects of marriage on our health and was intrigued. It is very long, but also very good. Check it out:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre style="white-space: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;From The New York Times:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is Marriage Good for Your Health?&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="white-space: normal;"&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="white-space: normal;"&gt;What the research shows about the relationship between relationships&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;and physical well-being.&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="white-space: normal;"&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="white-space: normal;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://nyti.ms/9fcm5H" style="color: #0068cf; cursor: pointer; font-weight: inherit; text-decoration: none;" target="_blank"&gt;http://nyti.ms/9fcm5H&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1872341607689330770-4947600371289018329?l=karissathomas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karissathomas.blogspot.com/feeds/4947600371289018329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://karissathomas.blogspot.com/2010/04/good-marriage-good-for-your-health.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1872341607689330770/posts/default/4947600371289018329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1872341607689330770/posts/default/4947600371289018329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karissathomas.blogspot.com/2010/04/good-marriage-good-for-your-health.html' title='A Good Marriage- Good for your health?'/><author><name>MrsThomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16221003964180207806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PlEoP95oZ_o/SjK5GxgpfcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/HP9qhSlf0rw/S220/Thomas_-1116.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1872341607689330770.post-6004727501970130642</id><published>2010-04-15T18:24:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T23:45:29.730-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What goes up, must come down.</title><content type='html'>I was working on this really great blog earlier today... and maybe I will finish it and post it later... but I had to stop mid-way to go to the dentist for a cleaning. And then when I got home, the hubs was home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you just tell me ONE thing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY do the biggest fights stem from the stupidest (I don't care if it's not a word...) things?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And why is it, that the greater the day before was, the harder and farther the fall is down when you have another fight?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's really frustrating. And incredibly disheartening. I'm sure our first year of marriage has been no exception to the rule... but it has been really &lt;b&gt;really&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;hard. And every time I &lt;i&gt;think &lt;/i&gt;that we have reached the turnaround point and it's looking up, we just fall twice as hard and twice as fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want &lt;b&gt;so badly&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;to have a better marriage. I want so badly to be a &lt;b&gt;happy&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;little old lady holding my handsome hub's hand 50 years from now. NOT this &lt;b&gt;stupid&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;arguing. I don't want to spend the rest of my life fighting over dumb things! I just want it all to stop! And every time I think it's done with, it just gets ten times worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you avoid fighting? Am I the only one having the &lt;i&gt;hardest time ever&lt;/i&gt; with this marriage thing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm not very good at this, and I'm trying to be better. I know I have a lot to work on, but does this &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;ever&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;get easier?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; white-space: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1872341607689330770-6004727501970130642?l=karissathomas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karissathomas.blogspot.com/feeds/6004727501970130642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://karissathomas.blogspot.com/2010/04/what-goes-up-must-come-down.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1872341607689330770/posts/default/6004727501970130642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1872341607689330770/posts/default/6004727501970130642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karissathomas.blogspot.com/2010/04/what-goes-up-must-come-down.html' title='What goes up, must come down.'/><author><name>MrsThomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16221003964180207806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PlEoP95oZ_o/SjK5GxgpfcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/HP9qhSlf0rw/S220/Thomas_-1116.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1872341607689330770.post-4745877134042797570</id><published>2010-04-14T00:04:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T00:24:52.133-04:00</updated><title type='text'>...drum roll please!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the big anniversary surprise WAS...............&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;a) a new set of golf clubs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;b) a trip to the Bahamas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;c) a boudoir photo shoot&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;What's your guess?!?!?! :D&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;answer: C!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yikes! I was SO nervous!!! I had just told Abigail a week or two earlier about how I "could never do something like that" and THAT was just talking about pregnant shots showing belly skin! AND WHAT DID I TURN AROUND AND DO!?!?! AHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I'll be honest, it wasn't that awful! Now, I'm going to tell you straight up, there were NO nakey shots okay! At &lt;b&gt;all&lt;/b&gt; times I was wearing a top and a bottom. And I had a FEMALE photographer. And although I thought I was going to be really nervous and shy, she made me feel just about as comfortable as I could. And the photos turned out AMAZING! I was &lt;i&gt;shocked.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The photographer's name is Jannelle. She and her husband (he did &lt;b&gt;not&lt;/b&gt; come with!) are the photography/videography team of &lt;a href="http://www.darlingstudios.biz/"&gt;Darling Studios Photography&lt;/a&gt; based out of Atlanta, GA and WOW! If you EVER need a wedding photographer, kid photographer, pet photographer, boudoir photographer, SHE IS YOUR GAL! She has such a great eye for detail and is SO sweet. :) She really made this nerve-racking ordeal &lt;i&gt;quite&lt;/i&gt; fun! :) And I am looking forward to some other reason to have her take some more pictures again!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And in case you were wondering, the hubs &lt;b&gt;loved &lt;/b&gt;his surprise anniversary gift. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1872341607689330770-4745877134042797570?l=karissathomas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karissathomas.blogspot.com/feeds/4745877134042797570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://karissathomas.blogspot.com/2010/04/drum-roll-please.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1872341607689330770/posts/default/4745877134042797570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1872341607689330770/posts/default/4745877134042797570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karissathomas.blogspot.com/2010/04/drum-roll-please.html' title='...drum roll please!!!!'/><author><name>MrsThomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16221003964180207806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PlEoP95oZ_o/SjK5GxgpfcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/HP9qhSlf0rw/S220/Thomas_-1116.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1872341607689330770.post-4926622515335456884</id><published>2010-04-13T16:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T16:43:02.448-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Something I NEVER thought I would EVER do!</title><content type='html'>I have been putting together a surprise gift for the hubs for our anniversary... something I thought I would NEVER EVER DO!!!!! but I did it! (yikes!!!) &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;go ahead, make a few guesses. ;) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will unveil to you AFTER I gift to the hubs. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oooooooooooo! don't you just LOVE surprises!?!?!?!? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1872341607689330770-4926622515335456884?l=karissathomas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karissathomas.blogspot.com/feeds/4926622515335456884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://karissathomas.blogspot.com/2010/04/something-i-never-thought-i-would-ever.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1872341607689330770/posts/default/4926622515335456884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1872341607689330770/posts/default/4926622515335456884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karissathomas.blogspot.com/2010/04/something-i-never-thought-i-would-ever.html' title='Something I NEVER thought I would EVER do!'/><author><name>MrsThomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16221003964180207806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PlEoP95oZ_o/SjK5GxgpfcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/HP9qhSlf0rw/S220/Thomas_-1116.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1872341607689330770.post-2029622781965832768</id><published>2010-04-11T17:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T22:54:13.977-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Review - some good words for thought</title><content type='html'>As I was reviewing &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Created-Be-His-Help-Meet/dp/1892112604/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1271019708&amp;amp;sr=8-1"&gt;Debi&lt;/a&gt; today, I came across multiple phrases that I had underlined - deeming them things that I would like to remember and act on. Here is a sampling:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-"God made you to be a &lt;b&gt;help meet&lt;/b&gt; to your husband so you can &lt;i&gt;bolster him, &lt;/i&gt;making him &lt;i&gt;more productive &lt;/i&gt;and &lt;i&gt;efficient &lt;/i&gt; at whatever &lt;i&gt;he&lt;/i&gt; chooses to do. &lt;b&gt;YOU&lt;/b&gt; have no authority to set the agenda."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-"Proverbs 17:22, 'A merry heart doeth good like a medicine.' ....A merry heart is very good medicine. It is a love potion." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-"Marriage is not fair. ...Yes, he is wrong, but &lt;b&gt;your &lt;/b&gt;response... will certainly lead to the destruction of your marriage."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-"No man has ever crawled out from under his wife's criticism to be a better man-- no matter&lt;i&gt;how &lt;/i&gt;justified her condemnation." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-"Your husband is going to love what is lovely to him."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-"God stands with you when you stand by your man, but you will stand alone if you insist on standing by your rights." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-"Discontentment is not a product of circumstances; it is the state of the soul."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-"Thankfulness is &lt;i&gt;how&lt;/i&gt; you think; joy is the &lt;i&gt;abundance &lt;/i&gt;it produces."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-"Our delight in each other did not happen because he is the perfect man, or because he "loves me like Christ loves the church," or because he is "sensitive to all my needs."  It did not happen because he takes the trash out, or cleans up after himself, or has always made a good living, providing me with all the things most women take for granted. ... It happened and continues to happen &lt;b&gt;because of the choices I make every day. &lt;/b&gt;... Every day, I remember to view myself as the woman God gave this man."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-"...we each made a commitment (independently) to please and forgive the other no matter how hurtful the actions or words that were spoken." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-"And [God] asks you to be a bride to your husband, &lt;i&gt;just as he is&lt;/i&gt;.  When a weak sister fulfills her divine purpose of being a true help meet, it brings great glory and joy to God."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-"Women who have difficulties in their marriages usually follow their feelings and just react. But you must stop trusting your hurt responses..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-"It was nothing short of [the Holy Spirit] that enabled me to understand the destructiveness of taking personal offense when my husband did things that seemed unfair, selfish, or harsh."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1872341607689330770-2029622781965832768?l=karissathomas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karissathomas.blogspot.com/feeds/2029622781965832768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://karissathomas.blogspot.com/2010/04/review-some-good-words-for-thought.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1872341607689330770/posts/default/2029622781965832768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1872341607689330770/posts/default/2029622781965832768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karissathomas.blogspot.com/2010/04/review-some-good-words-for-thought.html' title='Review - some good words for thought'/><author><name>MrsThomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16221003964180207806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PlEoP95oZ_o/SjK5GxgpfcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/HP9qhSlf0rw/S220/Thomas_-1116.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1872341607689330770.post-5467382150100603670</id><published>2010-04-11T16:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T17:01:14.825-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bikinis Help. ;)</title><content type='html'>We bought our first lawnmower today. We are really settling in to this HOUSE thing. We are realizing more and more everyday that we have significantly outgrown the idea of ever living in an apartment ever again. (YAY!!!) &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I asked Ash if he needed any help putting the lawnmower together and of course in his manliest voice, he answered "No. I got this." I could see that the male ego was in control of this yard work thing (at least for today) and so I let him soak it up. ;)  In the spirit of being a good wife I brought him water (no lemonade today) and about half way through when he was DRIPPING sweat and stopped for a short break I asked if it was my turn to try out the mower. Thankfully he was still feeling macho and I didn't have to. :) So, I took the opportunity to soak up some sun! I put on my tanning bikini (the one for tanning in the back yard and not for being seen in by anyone other than the hubs) and I grabbed my Bible and hid out in the back yard under the sun. Can I just say, I LOVE ALABAMA! This sun is AWESOME. :) Although, check back with me in about two more months when I am dying of heat and humidity... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll be honest, I caught him checking me out at least five times. It feels kinda good knowing your hubs still can't keep his eyes off ya! ha! :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another way to be a better wife? Make DELICIOUS FOOD!!!! My sister sent me this recipe and it is GOOD. :) I made it the other night and Ash even asked for it for lunch today (despite the fact that it was a leftover!!!) Here it is:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 10.0px 0.0px; line-height: 17.0px; font: 18.0px Times New Roman"&gt;SALSA STOUP&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 10.0px 0.0px; line-height: 17.0px; font: 12.0px Times New Roman"&gt;3 sections garlic chopped&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 10.0px 0.0px; line-height: 17.0px; font: 12.0px Times New Roman"&gt;½  large onion chopped&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 10.0px 0.0px; line-height: 17.0px; font: 12.0px Times New Roman"&gt;2 pieces celery chopped&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 10.0px 0.0px; line-height: 17.0px; font: 12.0px Times New Roman"&gt;15oz can black beans drained&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 10.0px 0.0px; line-height: 17.0px; font: 12.0px Times New Roman"&gt;1 ½ cups frozen corn&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 10.0px 0.0px; line-height: 17.0px; font: 12.0px Times New Roman"&gt;14oz can Italian stewed tomatoes&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 10.0px 0.0px; line-height: 17.0px; font: 12.0px Times New Roman"&gt;28 oz can crushed tomatoes&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 10.0px 0.0px; line-height: 17.0px; font: 12.0px Times New Roman"&gt;14 oz can chicken stock&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 10.0px 0.0px; line-height: 17.0px; font: 12.0px Times New Roman"&gt;12.5 oz can Costco chicken broken up with a fork&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 10.0px 0.0px; line-height: 17.0px; font: 12.0px Times New Roman"&gt;1 cup cheddar/Colby jack cheese (what ever you have)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 10.0px 0.0px; line-height: 17.0px; font: 12.0px Times New Roman"&gt;Montreal steak seasoning&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 10.0px 0.0px; line-height: 17.0px; font: 12.0px Times New Roman"&gt;Red pepper flakes&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 10.0px 0.0px; line-height: 17.0px; font: 12.0px Times New Roman"&gt;Oregano&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 10.0px 0.0px; line-height: 17.0px; font: 12.0px Times New Roman"&gt;Cilantro (I didn’t have any… but it would be good)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 10.0px 0.0px; line-height: 17.0px; font: 12.0px Times New Roman"&gt;Mexican sour cream&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 10.0px 0.0px; line-height: 17.0px; font: 12.0px Times New Roman"&gt;Corn tortillas&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 10.0px 0.0px; line-height: 17.0px; font: 12.0px Times New Roman"&gt;Shredded mozzarella cheese&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 10.0px 0.0px; line-height: 17.0px; font: 12.0px Times New Roman"&gt;To make the stoup:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 10.0px 0.0px; line-height: 17.0px; font: 12.0px Times New Roman"&gt;Spread some olive oil in a medium to large soup pot and add the garlic, onion and celery and cook at med-high heat for a few minutes.  Then add the tomatoes and chicken stock and bring to a boil then turn to a simmer.  Add the chicken, black beans, corn and seasonings and stir.   For the seasonings I just sprinkled them on the top of the soup… add as much as you want.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 10.0px 0.0px; line-height: 17.0px; font: 12.0px Times New Roman"&gt;Let the stoup simmer for about 20 minutes… it is already done… and add the cheese… stir it every couple minutes.  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 10.0px 0.0px; line-height: 17.0px; font: 12.0px Times New Roman"&gt;Garnish with a dollop of the sour cream and cilantro if you have it.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 10.0px 0.0px; line-height: 17.0px; font: 12.0px Times New Roman"&gt;To make the quesadillas:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 10.0px 0.0px; line-height: 17.0px; font: 12.0px Times New Roman"&gt;Put two tortillas on a pan or flat griddle on med- high heat and cover with the mozzarella cheese… let cook about 5 minutes… put another tortilla on top and flip until both sides are lightly golden. (You will have to turn the heat down as you make more so they don’t burn.)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 10.0px 0.0px; line-height: 17.0px; font: 12.0px Times New Roman"&gt;Cut into sections and serve with the stoup for dipping.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 10.0px 0.0px; line-height: 17.0px; font: 12.0px Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 10.0px 0.0px; line-height: 17.0px; font: 12.0px Times New Roman; min-height: 15.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Georgia, serif;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:16px;"&gt;It also helps to serve the leftovers in a bikini. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1872341607689330770-5467382150100603670?l=karissathomas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karissathomas.blogspot.com/feeds/5467382150100603670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://karissathomas.blogspot.com/2010/04/bikinis-help.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1872341607689330770/posts/default/5467382150100603670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1872341607689330770/posts/default/5467382150100603670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karissathomas.blogspot.com/2010/04/bikinis-help.html' title='Bikinis Help. ;)'/><author><name>MrsThomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16221003964180207806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PlEoP95oZ_o/SjK5GxgpfcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/HP9qhSlf0rw/S220/Thomas_-1116.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1872341607689330770.post-7406881991363598564</id><published>2010-04-08T21:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T22:55:09.616-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Practice makes perfect</title><content type='html'>So this morning I was awakened at 5:30am by the hubs getting ready for work and Dallas whining because he needed to go out.  And I thought to myself (although I am not sure how ANY thought occurred in my mind at such an ungodly hour) "this would be a good time to show my husband how good of a wife I can be!" and so, I did what Debi told me to do, or what Abigail and I decided would be a good action based on the concepts Debi tells us about in her book, which was to ASK my husband if there was anything I could help him with. Which he was really in a hurry to get out the door to work and so it was clear that he might need help with SOMETHING about getting ready to go... but in all honesty, I was really tired and I'm not even sure I was really fully awake and really I hoped he would say something wonderful like, "oh no, my beautiful wife, you can just go back to bed!" but that is not what he said. that is not what he said at all. He asked me to make him breakfast and lunch. Well, okay, I can handle that! That is a good wifely task! I shall help you with that! So I did! And I even wished him a good day with a semi-cheery "I love you!" and everything! And I was SO proud of myself! SEE!? I AM a good wife!!!! but then, he RUSHED out the door to work. And that was that. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And suddenly I was really frustrated and incredibly annoyed that he did not NOTICE all my greatness that I had done for him! HOW RUDE! and I frumped myself back to bed and huffed and puffed all about how I should have gotten SOMETHING out of that! I woke up and I HELPED him! HOW could he not shower me with thanks?! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then I was feeling (again) very convicted. AS I SHOULD HAVE! I did not help him to get praise! I helped him because I love him. And because we are a team and teammates HELP each other. THAT is what they do! They sometimes just TAKE one for the team. And really, I wasn't going THAT much out of my way... I mean, *I* get to go back to sleep again after the ungodly wake up time! HE has to go to work and stuff! And so then I felt ok that he rushed out the door. I mean, besides, he was running late! And it was early anyway! He probably wasn't any more conscious than I was! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And LO AND BEHOLD! Later that morning I received a wonderful text message saying "thank you for helping this morning" and then everything was again, right in the world. :) He HAD noticed and I was just overreacting and being a brat (like I am all too often...) and so, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LESSON OF THE DAY: he REALLY DOES notice when I help him out, whether he voices it immediately or not. And actually, the REAL lesson is that I should not be doing things for the recognition ANYWAY! I am his teammate, his partner, his helper and wife. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God knew before I was even conceived in my mother's womb that someday I would marry Ash and he CREATED me to be ASH'S helper. To quote Debi Pearl, I serve God by serving my husband. Because even the Bible says, in Matthew 25:34-40&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-24040" style="line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;34&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;"Then the King will say to those on his right, 'Come, you who are blessed by my Father; take your inheritance, the kingdom prepared for you since the creation of the world. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-24041" style="line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;35&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;For I was hungry and you gave me something to eat, I was thirsty and you gave me something to drink, I was a stranger and you invited me in, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-24042" style="line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;36&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I needed clothes and you clothed me, I was sick and you looked after me, I was in prison and you came to visit me.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-24043" style="line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;37&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;"Then the righteous will answer him, 'Lord, when did we see you hungry and feed you, or thirsty and give you something to drink? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-24044" style="line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;38&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;When did we see you a stranger and invite you in, or needing clothes and clothe you? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-24045" style="line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;39&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;When did we see you sick or in prison and go to visit you?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-24046" style="line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;40&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;"The King will reply, 'I tell you the truth, whatever you did for one of the least of these brothers of mine, you did for me.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Also, a fun thought, even when our husbands DON'T notice, GOD does :) check out Hebrews 6:10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia, charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-30039" style="line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;God is not unjust; he will not forget your work and the love you have shown him as you have helped his people and continue to help them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;And so the point of all that, and to tie in the title, I need more practice at this "good wife" thing. While my heart is getting there, my head needs to catch up. The end. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1872341607689330770-7406881991363598564?l=karissathomas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karissathomas.blogspot.com/feeds/7406881991363598564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://karissathomas.blogspot.com/2010/04/practice-makes-perfect.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1872341607689330770/posts/default/7406881991363598564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1872341607689330770/posts/default/7406881991363598564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karissathomas.blogspot.com/2010/04/practice-makes-perfect.html' title='Practice makes perfect'/><author><name>MrsThomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16221003964180207806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PlEoP95oZ_o/SjK5GxgpfcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/HP9qhSlf0rw/S220/Thomas_-1116.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1872341607689330770.post-7252888560652134514</id><published>2010-04-07T15:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T16:39:50.325-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm not the only one!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;So I was wondering today how many other wives are on the same journey as me... trying to be a better wife. (I'm sure EVERY wife is... but I mean specifically online.) So I googled. :) (I love Google by the way. It always solves ALL of my queries.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I thought I would find other blogs about said topic, but I first came across TONS of links to OTHER sources about "how to be a better wife." So I thought I would check them out first. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;First, we have MSN's version of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 22px; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://lifestyle.msn.com/relationships/article.aspx?cp-documentid=8415500"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;10 Steps to Being a Better Wife&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;. I must say, their list wasn't too far off! Their Top 10 includes:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;1. Take care of yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;2. Say thank you, often. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;3. Keep the romance alive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;4. Let him have "guy time."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;5. Make your husband a priority&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;6. Don't try to change him!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;7. Don't make him guess-- tell him what you want. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;8. Cultivate friends and interests outside your marriage. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;9. Let free time be free. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;10. Believe in your husband and let him know it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;While I agree wholeheartedly with this entire list, I'm not so sure I would put it necessarily in that order and there are certainly other things I would like to add... like putting GOD in the picture!!! duh! I do also like how they also include a link to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://lifestyle.msn.com/relationships/article.aspx?cp-documentid=8415499"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;10 Steps to Being a Better Husband&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;eHow also has a list- this time only 8. some are the same, some different... click &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ehow.com/how_2256655_be-better-wife.html"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;HERE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; to check it out.  Some of my favorites (read: one's I need to work on most)-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;-Get off his back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;-Forgive and FORGET&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;-Respect your husband in front of others and at home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Check out Associated Content's "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.associatedcontent.com/article/718289/seven_things_you_can_do_today_to_become_pg3.html?cat=38"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Seven Things You Can Do Today to Become a Better Wife&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;" The highlight for me? the very last paragraph:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 19px;  "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;"When you find that you are making great strides in becoming a better wife, don't expect him to be a better husband. You may tell him about the things that bother you; however if he isn't willing to become a better husband, you are in this alone. Instead, you should secretly hope and pray that by him watching your positive actions, he will want to change. Remember change is a process it doesn't happen overnight."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;And lastly, my favorite: a blog called "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.eph2810.com/prayer/becoming-a-better-wife/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Grace Alone...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;" where she specifically talks about "Becoming a Better Wife..." I'm a fan. :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;So that's all for now. I am going to attempt to have dinner READY when he gets home! WOAH! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/1872341607689330770-7252888560652134514?l=karissathomas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karissathomas.blogspot.com/feeds/7252888560652134514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://karissathomas.blogspot.com/2010/04/im-not-only-one.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1872341607689330770/posts/default/7252888560652134514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1872341607689330770/posts/default/7252888560652134514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karissathomas.blogspot.com/2010/04/im-not-only-one.html' title='I&apos;m not the only one!'/><author><name>MrsThomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16221003964180207806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PlEoP95oZ_o/SjK5GxgpfcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/HP9qhSlf0rw/S220/Thomas_-1116.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1872341607689330770.post-2798607326829543782</id><published>2010-04-07T11:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T12:25:40.265-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Being vs. Becoming</title><content type='html'>So after I finished writing all that last night, I tried again to go to sleep... of course between the multivitamin craziness and my poor Durango and a certain puppy (Dallas!) who was wiggling around in his bed more than the kid in "Big Daddy" on his bed of newspapers... I did some more thinking. And since I was so excited about my new blog and our new marriage, THAT is what I thought about! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thoughts drifted from what I will write about to things I will learn and situations I will encounter... I did a LOT of thinkin'! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Basically, I decided to keep my title of BEING A BETTER WIFE. I know, in reality, I am only BECOMING a better wife for now. But as I was thinking to myself, I decided that if I called it BECOMING A BETTER WIFE that that would leave me room for excuses. Because, BECOMING means I'm not there yet. I'm on my WAY, but if I mess up and I'm crappy again, it's ok because I'm not a better wife YET! So right then and there, I knew that I needed to keep it BEING, because BEING does not leave room for excuses of "I'm still learning" and "but I'm &lt;i&gt;trying&lt;/i&gt;" because at this point, just TRYING isn't enough. I have to DO it. I have to BE a better wife. Not just &lt;i&gt;try&lt;/i&gt; to be one. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also, I decided that over the next 11 days before our 1 year anniversary, I will be giving background and talking a little about our past... and then AFTER our 1 year anniversary I will full on move into a new year and a FULL year of BEING a better wife. And then &lt;i&gt;hopefully&lt;/i&gt; a year from NOW we will be a little closer to living "happily ever after." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because I couldn't find the "I wet my bed" scene... here's the second best and ALSO another joy of having dogs... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;object width="500" height="405"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/c5sKSD0geoQ&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/c5sKSD0geoQ&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="405"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1872341607689330770-2798607326829543782?l=karissathomas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karissathomas.blogspot.com/feeds/2798607326829543782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://karissathomas.blogspot.com/2010/04/being-vs-becoming.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1872341607689330770/posts/default/2798607326829543782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1872341607689330770/posts/default/2798607326829543782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karissathomas.blogspot.com/2010/04/being-vs-becoming.html' title='Being vs. Becoming'/><author><name>MrsThomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16221003964180207806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PlEoP95oZ_o/SjK5GxgpfcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/HP9qhSlf0rw/S220/Thomas_-1116.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1872341607689330770.post-4787741919255914833</id><published>2010-04-07T00:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T01:23:19.720-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Coming Soon!</title><content type='html'>So, I am awake at this late hour (12:45am to be precise) for two reasons. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;#1. When the MultiVitamin says "take with food," that means TAKE WITH FOOD. For one, all the vitamin C and stuff in there has me all hyped up like I just took ten shots of espresso. For two, my stomach and esophagus region are experiencing some serious burn. (don't worry, I am suppressing this with some peanut butter toast and a chocolate pudding cup) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#2. Durango has an upset tummy. Sick mutt = no fun for him and multiple trips outside rather frequently. (also no fun for me.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So anywho... I was laying in bed trying to sleep because Ash has to get up in the morning and MUST sleep and it's really no fun sitting on the couch alone watching TV... but all this WIDE awake-ness was causing me to do a WHOLE bunch of thinking. And after thoughts trailed ALL over the place... I finally rested on the thought of blogging. And how I really don't blog much at all and how truly awful I am at being consistent about blogging. So I decided, much like Julie in "Julie &amp;amp; Julia," that I need direction in my blogging. Unlike some other really awesome people I know (read: Amy &amp;amp; Abigail) who are really good about blogging about just their lives in general and making it really interesting and fun to follow, I need a specific topic I think. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After much consideration (while standing outside with poor poor Durango) I decided to revamp my blog (coming soon) and focus on BEING A BETTER WIFE.  This conclusion (although decided upon in about 10minutes) has really been forthcoming for quite a while! Let me explain. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#1. In only 12 days, Ash and I will have been officially married for 1 year. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#2. Abigail and I are reading a book called "Created to Be His Help Meet" by Debi Pearl which has so far proven to be incredibly convicting. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#3. In all honesty, by "convicting" I mean, it's showing me JUST how crappy of a wife I really am! And THAT needs to change. :( &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#4. By "crappy wife" I mean, REALLY crappy and that REALLY needs to change. ASAP. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Read #1 and #4 together and realize that that's almost a WHOLE YEAR of me being a REALLY crappy wife. So I am going to attempt in my new and improved blog to blog almost everyday to keep myself accountable for the necessary changes I will be discovering and making. I will be ratting myself out when I'm crappy and sharing new things that I am learning. Not only will I be incorporating ideas from Debi, but more importantly the Bible as well as some other books I plan to study on Christian marriage. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My GOALS: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*ultimately, to have a Godly marriage&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*to serve God by serving my husband- whether he deserves it or not!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*to live with thanksgiving, forgiveness, and joy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*to "stand by my man"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*to RESPECT and SUBMIT to my husband. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So be prepared for a new blog and better content than &lt;a href="http://karissathomas.blogspot.com/2010/01/writing-without-looking.html"&gt;THIS&lt;/a&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/1872341607689330770-4787741919255914833?l=karissathomas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karissathomas.blogspot.com/feeds/4787741919255914833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://karissathomas.blogspot.com/2010/04/coming-soon.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1872341607689330770/posts/default/4787741919255914833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1872341607689330770/posts/default/4787741919255914833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karissathomas.blogspot.com/2010/04/coming-soon.html' title='Coming Soon!'/><author><name>MrsThomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16221003964180207806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PlEoP95oZ_o/SjK5GxgpfcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/HP9qhSlf0rw/S220/Thomas_-1116.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1872341607689330770.post-4915558080519477031</id><published>2010-02-24T14:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T15:11:54.182-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Drama Free.</title><content type='html'>So, in all reality, I haven't written a blog in FOR.EV.ER. Why you wonder? The truth is, there really hasn't been much going on lately! At least not much worthy of blogging about. (Hence the LAST blog was about being bored and typing without looking...) &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No puppy drama. (potty training is going quite well and YAY! no more vet visits!!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No army drama. (well... kinda but it's really just a waiting game so nothing exciting.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No Alabama drama. (I am settling in nicely and actually kinda really like it! and ACTUALLY not missing family too terribly!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and despite the fact that I DO INDEED HAVE FRIENDS, there is no friend drama either. :) (I had to reassure you that I really DO have friends here) :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All in all, it's a good time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have been sticking quite well to my "workout every weekday in the month of February" resolution (with the exception of that one week when I was really sick...) I have made lots of new acquaintance/friends at the gym and in classes at the gym and I have been working out about 2 1/2 hours a day! (WOW!) with the exception of yesterday when I worked out for a cumulative of 4!!!!!  Yah, woah is right. I worked out my typical 2.5 in the morning and then Ash came home from work and was like "wanna come to the gym with me?" and since, honestly I had nothing better to do (I was just sitting in the sunshine in the driveway drawing) I was like "SURE!" Woah. Tired. I fell asleep at 9:30 despite the fact that Ash was up doing homework until midnight. I feel a *little* bad about it, but not really. I worked out A LOT yesterday. I needed some sleep. Because, I had to do it again today too!!! (not going for the double time tonight though...) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BUT!!!  EXCITEMENT IS COMING!!!!!! (HOORAAAY!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My Dad &amp;amp; Jodi are coming! (Dad and his wife) They will be arriving at the Atlanta airport at 4:30pm on Friday and I am really REALLY excited!!! We will be doing lots of fun things while they are here like the Atlanta Aquarium and the Infantry Museum and visiting Eufaula and the Wildlife Reserve and looking at all the really pretty OLD houses and Jodi is going to teach me how to bake bread and basically all kinds of good things will be going on. I'm excited :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1872341607689330770-4915558080519477031?l=karissathomas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karissathomas.blogspot.com/feeds/4915558080519477031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://karissathomas.blogspot.com/2010/02/drama-free.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1872341607689330770/posts/default/4915558080519477031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1872341607689330770/posts/default/4915558080519477031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karissathomas.blogspot.com/2010/02/drama-free.html' title='Drama Free.'/><author><name>MrsThomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16221003964180207806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PlEoP95oZ_o/SjK5GxgpfcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/HP9qhSlf0rw/S220/Thomas_-1116.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1872341607689330770.post-7752623097885523972</id><published>2010-01-21T19:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T19:59:32.915-05:00</updated><title type='text'>writing without looking</title><content type='html'>so, I am bored. my husband is studying... as he has been spending many evenings doing lately. and because I am bored, I am going to write an entire blog without looking. thats right folks. i am NOT going to look at the keyboard at all. OR the screen! I havent yet! how am I doing? I don't know I can't look. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so,,, on another note (still not looking) I am missing my family. rather a lot lately. nor like "im depressed" missing them... more like, I just wish I could be there to play with my nieces instead of hearing them playing over the phone. and I wish I could just jang  out with my sis for like an afternoon or so. I do like it here in Alabama, dont get me wrong... I just also miss home and also miss familt. Im a family girl! I spent the last 23 years of my life SURROUNDED by damily and just deel a little awkward being away from them. granted, we talk on the phone QUITE frequently... I still miss them. a lot. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;on a lighter note... how's my no looknig typing going? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;also, update on the mutts: it's getting much better. tomorrow a dog trainer lady is coming over to help me out a little... hopefully shes worth it. well i will update tomorrow. gotta go set a recording on fringe for the hubby. and probably go lay in bed with my mutts. such is the exciting life in Alabama.... goodnight &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1872341607689330770-7752623097885523972?l=karissathomas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karissathomas.blogspot.com/feeds/7752623097885523972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://karissathomas.blogspot.com/2010/01/writing-without-looking.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1872341607689330770/posts/default/7752623097885523972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1872341607689330770/posts/default/7752623097885523972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karissathomas.blogspot.com/2010/01/writing-without-looking.html' title='writing without looking'/><author><name>MrsThomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16221003964180207806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PlEoP95oZ_o/SjK5GxgpfcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/HP9qhSlf0rw/S220/Thomas_-1116.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1872341607689330770.post-4954437922695222034</id><published>2010-01-14T12:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T12:50:46.836-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Productive Day (with a helper or two)</title><content type='html'>So, after all of this awful puppy sickness stuff, THERE IS LIGHT AT THE END OF THE TUNNEL!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dallas seems to be feeling MUCH better. He is only having to "go" about every hour and I have been able to shove him out the door JUST in time enough times to say that Operation Potty Training is back in effect.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So in celebration of once again having a puppy that does his business outside, I cleaned ALLLLLL the floors! Of course, I began with sweeping and was accompanied by a little helper who tried to eat the broom AS I was trying to sweep and then another little helper that liked to SIT in the little piles of dirt... needless to say, they ended up "helping" from their kennels. ;) And as frustrating as it initially was, can I just say how HAPPY I am to have these two little buggers?! For starters, I am NEVER bored anymore!!! Second, I am outside A LOT. Doing lots of walking and general just hanging out outside. I am planning to sit outside in the sun later this afternoon after I am done being productive and you know who will join me? My two cute mutts! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know. You're thinking I must be bi-polar or something based on my LAST post about wanting to throw said cute puppy into the woods to be eaten by alligators. And yes, the thought crossed my mind too. But the truth is, no matter how AWFUL they can sometimes be, this never ending love thing is pretty nice. :) You could call me a fan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, for the rest of my day, I will be completing a checklist that Ash made for me last night including things like getting tax returns mailed to the right address and paying bills and making and sending a package to Sai (our little boy that we are sponsoring in India) as well as, of course, finishing cleaning the house. You know, lots of really important things that really need to be taken care of. So, I will do just that. Goodbye!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And just so you can understand how I am ABLE to blog with two dogs, here is photo proof. They are napping. Apparently being productive is a big task for them too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PlEoP95oZ_o/S09ZQMc1ZeI/AAAAAAAAACk/IVh-khRbhso/s1600-h/GetAttachment.aspx.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PlEoP95oZ_o/S09ZQMc1ZeI/AAAAAAAAACk/IVh-khRbhso/s320/GetAttachment.aspx.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426654210759681506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1872341607689330770-4954437922695222034?l=karissathomas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karissathomas.blogspot.com/feeds/4954437922695222034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://karissathomas.blogspot.com/2010/01/productive-day-with-helper-or-two.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1872341607689330770/posts/default/4954437922695222034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1872341607689330770/posts/default/4954437922695222034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karissathomas.blogspot.com/2010/01/productive-day-with-helper-or-two.html' title='Productive Day (with a helper or two)'/><author><name>MrsThomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16221003964180207806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PlEoP95oZ_o/SjK5GxgpfcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/HP9qhSlf0rw/S220/Thomas_-1116.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PlEoP95oZ_o/S09ZQMc1ZeI/AAAAAAAAACk/IVh-khRbhso/s72-c/GetAttachment.aspx.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1872341607689330770.post-1889547364804803130</id><published>2010-01-13T10:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T10:56:34.727-05:00</updated><title type='text'>and THIS is why!</title><content type='html'>Ash and I had been talking about getting a puppy for like, MONTHS! But repeatedly I REFUSED to get a new puppy under certain circumstances. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Those circumstances being:&lt;div&gt;1. living in an apartment&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. prior to having to drive reeeeeeally far distances (like across the country)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. from a breeder (just for obvious reasons... sad)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. without a yard&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AND NOW WE ALLLLL KNOW WHY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't even begin to imagine having this constantly dripping puppy in a) an apartment b) MY NEW CAR ALL THE WAY ACROSS THE COUNTRY! or c) without a yard! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Honestly, this is hell enough. But any of those circumstances would simply make it ENTIRELY unbearable. Like, I already want to pull my hair out and throw this poor little dog into the woods to be eaten by alligators.  (Don't worry, I would NEVER do that!) But OH man. If we were in an apartment?! or the CAR!? This poor little puppy would be dropped at the nearest humane society. I hate to say it, and I would like to think that I will NEVER give up a pet (as in I would never put myself in that situation to begin with-- a pet is a commitment) but holy gee wiz! That's all I have to say. &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/1872341607689330770-1889547364804803130?l=karissathomas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karissathomas.blogspot.com/feeds/1889547364804803130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://karissathomas.blogspot.com/2010/01/and-this-is-why.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1872341607689330770/posts/default/1889547364804803130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1872341607689330770/posts/default/1889547364804803130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karissathomas.blogspot.com/2010/01/and-this-is-why.html' title='and THIS is why!'/><author><name>MrsThomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16221003964180207806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PlEoP95oZ_o/SjK5GxgpfcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/HP9qhSlf0rw/S220/Thomas_-1116.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1872341607689330770.post-5770808531315984524</id><published>2010-01-12T20:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T10:42:08.184-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Parasites in my life</title><content type='html'>So woah, two blog posts in one day! Yes, my husband is STILL playing army. And by "playing" I really mean playing. Playing Ultimate Football. Which is mandatory for Capt. Career Course?! ------- I'm going to bite my tongue regarding my thoughts on that topic and move right along....&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So in light of all the "worm" talk today--which are really not worm-worms but actually parasites-- while doing my quiet time I found some parasites in my life. (poetic right?) That's right. I have these deeply rooted things that are messing up my joy! (and the joy of those around me) Stupid, silly things that I let get in the way of the REALLY AWESOME life that God has planned for me! (Much like these stupid, silly worms that are really ruining mine and Dallas' day)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Needless to say, there will be much de-worming going on over the next few days...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1872341607689330770-5770808531315984524?l=karissathomas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karissathomas.blogspot.com/feeds/5770808531315984524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://karissathomas.blogspot.com/2010/01/parasites-in-my-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1872341607689330770/posts/default/5770808531315984524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1872341607689330770/posts/default/5770808531315984524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karissathomas.blogspot.com/2010/01/parasites-in-my-life.html' title='Parasites in my life'/><author><name>MrsThomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16221003964180207806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PlEoP95oZ_o/SjK5GxgpfcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/HP9qhSlf0rw/S220/Thomas_-1116.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1872341607689330770.post-8655981813863931478</id><published>2010-01-12T13:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T15:05:51.008-05:00</updated><title type='text'>No such thing as a FREE dog.</title><content type='html'>soooo.... it's been a busy new year!  As I mentioned previously, we got a super cute new puppy. :) Now catch this timeline:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saturday, January 2nd &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;*morning time* after weeks of discussing adding another dog to the family, we officially &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;decide, NO it will not happen. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;*6:00pm* Abigail &amp;amp; Brett come over for dinner :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;*8:30pm* Abigail &amp;amp; Brett head home after dinner&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;*8:31pm* Ash says, "Let's go pick up that puppy. RIGHT NOW!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;*9:30pm* New puppy is sitting in back seat headed home. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sunday, January 3rd &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;*after church* Operation Potty Training commences. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tuesday, January 5th. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;* late afternoon* Ash comes home from work and takes puppy outside to continue &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Operation Potty Training.  Puppy eats a MUSHROOM. Puppy begins to puke, shake and &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;have SERIOUS diarrhea. IN my kitchen. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;*6:00pm* Take puking puppy to vet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;*7:00pm* Return home with puppy who has camelback hump full of fluid to keep from &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;dehydration. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wednesday, January 6th &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Operation Potty Training Success! No accidents!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Clean House- mopped ALL floors, washed all dog bedding. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thursday, January 7th&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;*10:30am* Durango &amp;amp; Dallas to vet for Vaccinations. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;*ALL NIGHT LONG* Puppy poops in kennel. Repeatedly. I wake up and have to clean &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;kennel and bathe puppy. Repeatedly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Friday, January 8th&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Operation Potty Training Success! No Accidents!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saturday, January 9th&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Operation Potty Training Relapse. 3 accidents in one day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sunday, January 10th&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Operation Potty Training Success! No Accidents!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;*6:00pm* Pull up food and water. Dallas' tummy has to be empty for surgery. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Monday, January 11th&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;*4:00am* Ash's alarm goes off for work. Puppy is now WIDE awake, and thus, so am I.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;*7:30am* drop off Dallas at Vet to be Neutered. YAY!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;*afternoon* Walk with Abigail and Durango in beautiful Alabama sunshine. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;*3:30pm* pick up Dallas at vet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;*5:00pm* Dallas whines while trying to go to the bathroom&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;*5:05pm* Dallas has to go to bathroom again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;*5:10pm* Outside AGAIN to go potty. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;*5:15pm* again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;and so on every 5 min until about 5:30&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;*6:15pm* Dallas squats in the kitchen. It's not urine. It's blood. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tuesday, January 12th &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;*4:00am* Awake again with Ash's alarm clock. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;*9:30am* Dallas to the Vet. Urinary Tract Infection and Bladder Worms. (More on this &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;later)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;*RIGHT NOW* he is peeing in his kennel. I'll be right back...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;....................................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So yah. The most EXPENSIVE free dog EVER! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OK, so today's vet visit- let's jump to the good part. The part where the vet has a catheter up his little business and nothing is coming out so she rips the catheter out (not even a LITTLE bit gentle! she seriously just RIPPED it RIGHT OUT! poor guy!) And what might be stuck in the end of that little catheter? A worm. A full on WORM. about a half inch long. The vet squeezes it out of the end of the catheter and puts it on her finger and in a reeeaaal Southern accent comes over to me, SHOVES her finger in my face and says, "Now ya'll see that right there darlin'? That's a WORM!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;......................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sorry, had to take another break... blood drips on the floor... yuck. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;where was I? OH YAH! She TOTALLY shoved it in my face. It was pretty gross. (Abigail, be happy you didn't join in on this fun little excursion!) So then, the Vet googled. Because she had never heard of bladder worms before. (Hence her excitement about the worm...) So, come to find out, they can be cause by eating earthworms, which are found in dirt... AKA: something Dallas eats a lot of. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SO, the conclusion? Well, I don't have one yet. I am still constantly cleaning up drips of blood. I am confining Dallas to the kitchen (nice linoleum floors which are very easy to clean) and planning on making him some sort of makeshift fenced area outside. Because, lets look at the big picture here, Operation Potty Training is still in effect! and it would really only backfire to let him continue this "dripping" in the house. So, he's gotta do it outside. (and let's not forget that its really just gross in general.) We have ALL kinds of doggie pills in this house that will be taken over the next 2 weeks. These worms are supposed to clear up in the next 3 days which means the dripping should stop sometime in the next. 3. days.... REALLY NOT SOON ENOUGH! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, pray for me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rather, pray for Dallas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And pray for our checkbook after all of these Vet visits which don't really have an end in sight... :( &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1872341607689330770-8655981813863931478?l=karissathomas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karissathomas.blogspot.com/feeds/8655981813863931478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://karissathomas.blogspot.com/2010/01/no-such-thing-as-free-dog.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1872341607689330770/posts/default/8655981813863931478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1872341607689330770/posts/default/8655981813863931478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karissathomas.blogspot.com/2010/01/no-such-thing-as-free-dog.html' title='No such thing as a FREE dog.'/><author><name>MrsThomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16221003964180207806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PlEoP95oZ_o/SjK5GxgpfcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/HP9qhSlf0rw/S220/Thomas_-1116.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1872341607689330770.post-6374517778965690474</id><published>2010-01-06T12:28:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T12:44:20.144-05:00</updated><title type='text'>feeling RATHER annoyed with AT&amp;T</title><content type='html'>So, I had all of these plans to be REALLY productive today! I was going to get Dallas his shots, on my way out I was going to stop at a pet store and get his tags, I was going to also go to DEERS and get all of THAT business taken care of, OH! and let's not forget buying milk... because when I poured myself a bowl of cereal this morning and went to get the milk ONLY to discover it was SOUR! UGH! I hate that... no cereal for me... :( blah blah blah... but alas! Ash has Dallas' shot records with him. And I need them. And he has no phone service. So no matter how many times I call him, or how many voicemails I leave him about how I am TRYING TO BE PRODUCTIVE HERE! ...he is not going to answer. or get ANY of the multiple messages I have left for him. UGH!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WHY!? oh WHY must AT&amp;amp;T have no coverage here!? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I realize at one point in my life, there was no contacting someone at any given moment. You had to wait until they got home and got the message. There was no facebook, no cell phones, no text messaging. BUT ALL OF THOSE THINGS HAVE MADE MY LIFE SO MUCH MORE CONVENIENT! I have become REALLY impatient! I LIKE this instant gratification stuff! AND THERE IS NONE OF THAT HERE! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*whining &amp;amp; whimpering*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here, if I need milk, I have to get in the car and drive 15minutes to the RAINBOW FOODS which is really rather frightening... or I have to drive allllllll the way to the commissary-- which is actually the closest trusted food source-- which is 25minutes away! I realize, there are worse situations. I could be walking miles in this really cold weather or working in a sweat shop or any number of MUCH more terrible situations, but I am whining. Yes. I said it. I am spoiled. In Shoreline, the Safeway was only 1mile away.  And if I was feeling too lazy, I could order my groceries on safeway.com and they would even DELIVER them to me for FREE THAT DAY! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HERE I can't even get a hold of my husband to ask him a question! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;no, it's not the end of the world... I just have to get over it... and I promise, that will come sooner rather than later... in fact, I am already feeling better... I just reeeeeeeeally wish there was AT&amp;amp;T service out here. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Other than that, I really like my house. (just for the record) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I am thankful for a really awesome dog (Durango) who tires out this CRAZY puppy we have (Dallas). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I am also VERY thankful for this sunshine-- no matter HOW cold it may be outside. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1872341607689330770-6374517778965690474?l=karissathomas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karissathomas.blogspot.com/feeds/6374517778965690474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://karissathomas.blogspot.com/2010/01/feeling-rather-annoyed-with-at.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1872341607689330770/posts/default/6374517778965690474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1872341607689330770/posts/default/6374517778965690474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karissathomas.blogspot.com/2010/01/feeling-rather-annoyed-with-at.html' title='feeling RATHER annoyed with AT&amp;T'/><author><name>MrsThomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16221003964180207806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PlEoP95oZ_o/SjK5GxgpfcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/HP9qhSlf0rw/S220/Thomas_-1116.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1872341607689330770.post-2398136927020025740</id><published>2010-01-03T18:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T19:21:45.892-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year, New... EVERYTHING!?</title><content type='html'>So, to be honest, I had almost forgotten about blogging until Abigail mentioned it to me! I have been resorting almost entirely to Facebook status updates... I think I will try to get back to blogging and a little less Facebook. Particularly after spending time with Ash's family and hearing from ALL kinds of people (people I didn't even know HAD fb) about how I "live on Facebook." ...soooooo... I think it's time to back off. ;)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But at the same time, I still have to vent and share SOMEWHERE!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SO here I am :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And P.S. - I GOT A PUPPY!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;**Amy, I know. I did not consult you. BUT I kept in mind all of the aforementioned criteria. I feel that the decision was originally well thought out and in reflection, a good decision. :P **&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So here's the story: His name is Dallas. :) He is a pointer/lab mix. He is 12 weeks old. And he is your typical puppy. Teething. Not potty trained. High energy. But INCREDIBLY cute! (I will post a picture to prove this).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You see I'm not sure how serious the problem is yet... and I'm not entirely sure that it's a problem at all... but I feel like we have been rather impulsive lately. It started the day Ash came home. The first thing we did was go to the mall and buy his iPhone. Then, a few weeks later we bought a new car. (Something I NEVER would have done!) And NOW we have brought home a puppy. AND bought an espresso machine. I am thinking that we have, at this point, bought everything we might possibly need or want for the next FIVE years!!!!!! and so I am hoping this impulsive buying thing has come to it's end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In other news... Alabama life is pretty good. It's growing on me more and more. I REALLY like our house. :) Which is good, considering I live here. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tomorrow I will go to Troy University to talk about their online Psychology degree. We'll see how it goes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PlEoP95oZ_o/S0E0XPDTMXI/AAAAAAAAACc/Xn_Oewzg5XM/s1600-h/GetAttachment.aspx.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PlEoP95oZ_o/S0E0XPDTMXI/AAAAAAAAACc/Xn_Oewzg5XM/s320/GetAttachment.aspx.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422673000112796018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PlEoP95oZ_o/S0E0W466OhI/AAAAAAAAACU/bEyjTKruaQw/s1600-h/GetAttachment.aspx.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PlEoP95oZ_o/S0E0W466OhI/AAAAAAAAACU/bEyjTKruaQw/s320/GetAttachment.aspx.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422672994172025362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PlEoP95oZ_o/S0E0LJV0jwI/AAAAAAAAACM/IlLFECDFvqY/s1600-h/GetAttachment.aspx.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PlEoP95oZ_o/S0E0LJV0jwI/AAAAAAAAACM/IlLFECDFvqY/s320/GetAttachment.aspx.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422672792421437186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1872341607689330770-2398136927020025740?l=karissathomas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karissathomas.blogspot.com/feeds/2398136927020025740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://karissathomas.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-year-new-everything.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1872341607689330770/posts/default/2398136927020025740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1872341607689330770/posts/default/2398136927020025740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karissathomas.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-year-new-everything.html' title='New Year, New... EVERYTHING!?'/><author><name>MrsThomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16221003964180207806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PlEoP95oZ_o/SjK5GxgpfcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/HP9qhSlf0rw/S220/Thomas_-1116.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PlEoP95oZ_o/S0E0XPDTMXI/AAAAAAAAACc/Xn_Oewzg5XM/s72-c/GetAttachment.aspx.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1872341607689330770.post-705951876507295759</id><published>2009-11-09T22:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T17:53:22.582-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Everything I've ever dreamed or imagined</title><content type='html'>Well, it's finally here! (or should I say "HE") That's right, after the longest 3 1/2 months of my life, my husband has returned to me :) Everything I have hoped and prayed for is finally here! MY HUSBAND IS HOME!!!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;....so what is wrong with me? I am so incredibly happy and grateful and GLAD (thank you Pollyanna!) ...but there is this part of me that is grumpy. And I hate it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All I have wanted these past months is for him to be home and to share with me everything that is "married life" and now he is here and, frankly, it's really really hard. I know that it has only been a few days since he left Afghanistan... his friends... his unit... his job... there is a certain period of standard "adjusting time" where he gets used to living in a non-third-world-country and the time change and de-stressing and yadda yadda yadda... I can see wheels turning 'up there' constantly. I know what he is thinking about. I understand (as well as anyone who hasn't been there can). HE is adjusting just fine (it seems).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But then there's me. While he was gone, I had this other life and friends and a schedule. MY schedule. That revolved around what I wanted to do and when and where. I became very specific about how I handled things around the house and very specific about my time in general. I am a very habitual person and I got into my own little "coping groove" that helped me cope with the stress and loneliness that is a deployed husband. You might even say I became a little OCD about certain things around the house and certain things about my schedule. Certain things that are of zero REAL importance, but nonetheless became coping mechanisms and thus important to ME. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well now, I am yet again SHARING my time and my space. Don't get me wrong!!!! I AM SO HAPPY HE IS HOME! I HAVE BEEN DREAMING ABOUT SHARING MY TIME AND SPACE and there is not another person in the world I would RATHER share my time and space with!!! I have been waiting for this moment for what seems like an eternity (although I know many of my friends are having and have had a much longer "eternity" than me... :( ) It is just the process of ADJUSTING that I am having a really hard time with... I know that "this too will pass" but gosh... it sucks. I just wish I could just kick myself and enjoy to the fullest all that is my husband... but alas, there is this person we call "me" who is holding me back. I can't imagine if my "eternity" had been a whole year. Certainly, God knows what each of us can and can't handle at any given time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life is not about me. I promise I'm not a spoiled, selfish, brat. I know that I should be loving on my husband. That I should be putting all of this behind me and be there 110% for HIM. I am really really trying. I WISH that he would tell me what those spinning wheels in his head are spinning about... it makes me a little sad that he doesn't think he can tell me... but maybe he's right. Maybe the things he is thinking about IS too much for me. I can't imagine the things he saw and heard and experienced. I can't imagine what he is really thinking. I want him to know that I am here. That whenever he wants to talk, I will listen. That I DO love him like crazy and I am SO INCREDIBLY GRATEFUL that he is here. I REALLY am trying to put "me" aside here... I am trying not to get frustrated by the human tornado that moves through my apartment multiple times throughout the day. THAT IS NOT IMPORTANT RIGHT NOW! but it's really hard... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I tried to mentally prepare myself for him coming home it was so easy in my head to not care about all of my stupid "coping grooves." I knew that he was not going to be thinking about those things. He has bigger things on his mind. I KNEW this. "Give him time" I told myself. But sometimes I feel like he's not even here... he is still thinking about "there." And sometimes I feel like he still IS "there." Mentally at least. I can't even begin to imagine. I am trying to compare... like when I went to Mexico for 10 days! All I could talk about when I got back was, "When I was in Mexico..." I am sure it is very much the same thing, right? There is NOTHING wrong with that! But I guess I just wish he could tell me what he is thinking... where he goes when he just gets quiet for a bit... what "one time" is he thinking about and not saying when he's driving 10mph under the speed limit. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1872341607689330770-705951876507295759?l=karissathomas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karissathomas.blogspot.com/feeds/705951876507295759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://karissathomas.blogspot.com/2009/11/everything-ive-ever-dreamed-or-imagined.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1872341607689330770/posts/default/705951876507295759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1872341607689330770/posts/default/705951876507295759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karissathomas.blogspot.com/2009/11/everything-ive-ever-dreamed-or-imagined.html' title='Everything I&apos;ve ever dreamed or imagined'/><author><name>MrsThomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16221003964180207806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PlEoP95oZ_o/SjK5GxgpfcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/HP9qhSlf0rw/S220/Thomas_-1116.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1872341607689330770.post-5184600126630833903</id><published>2009-09-18T18:23:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T18:25:06.680-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I can only hope...</title><content type='html'>that people can say the same things about me when I get old and die. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;still crying. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="225"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=1746209&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=1746209&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="225"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/1746209" style="color: rgb(67, 92, 16); text-decoration: none; font-weight: bold; "&gt;Fernando Ortega - "Give Me Jesus"&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/adamson" style="color: rgb(67, 92, 16); text-decoration: none; font-weight: bold; "&gt;Adamson.TV&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/" style="color: rgb(67, 92, 16); text-decoration: none; font-weight: bold; "&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.crpc.org/blog/?p=734" style="color: rgb(67, 92, 16); text-decoration: none; font-weight: bold; "&gt;Tullian Tchividjian&lt;/a&gt; writes:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote style="margin-top: 1em; margin-right: 20px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 20px; "&gt;As I consider the last six months (and especially this upcoming Sunday) and how kind God has been to convince me that everything minus Jesus equals nothing, but Jesus plus nothing equals everything, I am reminded of my grandmother who passed away in June 2007. She knew Christ’s companionship like no one I’ve ever known. She reveled in the wrecking power of the gospel day in and day out. She lived life like she had nothing to lose because she knew that, in Christ, she had nothing to lose! This enabled her to live with great freedom, fearlessness, and unbounded courage.&lt;p style="margin-top: 0.75em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0.75em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;For many, many years I have begged God to make me like her– to give me a sharp mind, a soft heart, and a steel spine like he gave her. I can only hope and pray that as God continues to strip me of everything but Him, I would become more like her.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0.75em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;As she used to always say, “Just give me Jesus.”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1872341607689330770-5184600126630833903?l=karissathomas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karissathomas.blogspot.com/feeds/5184600126630833903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://karissathomas.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-can-only-hope.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1872341607689330770/posts/default/5184600126630833903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1872341607689330770/posts/default/5184600126630833903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karissathomas.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-can-only-hope.html' title='I can only hope...'/><author><name>MrsThomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16221003964180207806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PlEoP95oZ_o/SjK5GxgpfcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/HP9qhSlf0rw/S220/Thomas_-1116.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1872341607689330770.post-4620897557099192855</id><published>2009-09-17T02:19:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T02:44:32.819-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My God is mighty to save!</title><content type='html'>Man. Can I just say, what an AWESOME God! :)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I think I mentioned &lt;a href="http://karissathomas.blogspot.com/2009/09/god-knows.html"&gt;a while back &lt;/a&gt;that I am hosting a weekly prayer night every Wednesday.  And can I just say that it is AMAZING to get together with other ladies and just PRAY!? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So last Wednesday was the "grand opening" (ha!) only about 10 ladies showed up... but it was SO refreshing and SUCH a blessing! We were busy praying for a hedge of protection over our deployed soldiers... when MEANWHILE....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(jump forward to the next day)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was driving around trying to find a dress for Esther's wedding (this will be a story for tomorrow) when I got a phone call form Ash :) (YAY!!!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ash: "Well, I'm not sure if I should tell you this or not because I don't want you to worry... but yesterday morning..." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;**Please note that "yesterday morning" for Ash was Thursday morning HIS time. AKA: Wednesday night OUR time**&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My wonderful hubby continued to tell me a story about how he was on duty in the TOC and being that his job is to know what's going on in the air space around them... he was watching some kind of scanner thingy (I'm really not up on the Military talk... I had to google TOC...) and saw a dot coming at him (this "dot" was a Taliban rocket.) When the dot TURNED and hit a place where there were NO people. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No one was hurt. The enemy's plan was ruined! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Talk about a HEDGE OF PROTECTION!!!!! Thank you GOD!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just wanted to share a little miracle with you :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On that note, I can now go to bed :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1872341607689330770-4620897557099192855?l=karissathomas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karissathomas.blogspot.com/feeds/4620897557099192855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://karissathomas.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-god-is-mighty-to-save.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1872341607689330770/posts/default/4620897557099192855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1872341607689330770/posts/default/4620897557099192855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karissathomas.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-god-is-mighty-to-save.html' title='My God is mighty to save!'/><author><name>MrsThomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16221003964180207806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PlEoP95oZ_o/SjK5GxgpfcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/HP9qhSlf0rw/S220/Thomas_-1116.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1872341607689330770.post-6559412793868464120</id><published>2009-09-04T03:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T03:38:56.840-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Success!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Ahh... *sniff sniff* do you smell that? is it coffee?? no. THAT is the SMELL of SUCCESS! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;hahahha! ok... I have had &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;far&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; too much decaf coffee in the last few hours and even more molasses cookies than any normal person should have in a YEAR... so please forgive me if I sound a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;bit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; crazy :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I am going to call our Coffee Coffee a success. :) We had to wait around for FOREVER for people to leave so that we could start cleaning up... which deems a party a success right? When people don't want to leave? That's a good thing? Ok, see, I'm not &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; crazy right now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;You wanna hear what else was a success tonight? My quiet time. In fact, I'll be honest. I am yet to have a quiet time which does &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; end in success. You really can't go wrong with some quality time in the word, hangin' with God. It's just all around greatness! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;(PLUS I got the world's shortest email from Ash... but you know what? I could care less how short it was. I heard from him nonetheless. THAT is all that matters. And it NEVER fails to brighten my day. ANOTHER SUCCESS!!! Wooohoo!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;So, check this out. A &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://karissathomas.blogspot.com/2009/08/im-gonna-go-out-on-limb-here.html"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;few posts back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; I was going through and trying to think of all the good things that are coming out of this AWFUL deployment... and at the end I wrote "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;...to be continued&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;"  Well, I am continuing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Read &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Romans%205:3-5&amp;amp;version=NIV"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Romans 5:3-5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;"&gt;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-28036" style="font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;"3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Not only so, but we also rejoice in our sufferings, because we know that suffering produces perseverance; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-28037" style="font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;perseverance, character; and character, hope. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-28038" style="font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;And hope does not disappoint us, because God has poured out his love into our hearts by the Holy Spirit, whom he has given us."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;You see, deployment = suffering. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;suffering = perseverance. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;perseverance = character. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;character = hope. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;So, by deductive reasoning, deployment = HOPE! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Well, I'm not so sure about that... but deployment it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;certainly &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;helping me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;excercise &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;my hope. And in the process, I'm developing character. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;So, I guess it's another thing I can add to my "good" list about deployment. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;don't stop there!!!&lt;/span&gt; The goodness keeps going! You see, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hope does not disappoint us." &lt;/span&gt;Isn't that &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;exciting!? &lt;/span&gt;I am sure you can think of about a million things that are disappointing you &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;RIGHT NOW&lt;/span&gt;. But you know what? Hope won't. Do you know why? "because God has poured out his love into our hearts by the Holy Spirit" WOOHOO! Doesn't that make you feel &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;great?! &lt;/span&gt;God has &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;poured out HIS love into OUR hearts. &lt;/span&gt;It makes me feel good. It makes me feel good knowing that this deployment will NOT be a disappointment. And God's love? That's ALWAYS a good feeling :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;All this "finding the good in it" talk has me wishing I was watching &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Pollyanna-Vault-Disney-Collection-Canfield/dp/B00005RRGB/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=dvd&amp;amp;qid=1252049313&amp;amp;sr=1-1"&gt;Pollyanna&lt;/a&gt;. Which I think I am going to go buy. You should too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Goodnight  :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1872341607689330770-6559412793868464120?l=karissathomas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karissathomas.blogspot.com/feeds/6559412793868464120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://karissathomas.blogspot.com/2009/09/success.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1872341607689330770/posts/default/6559412793868464120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1872341607689330770/posts/default/6559412793868464120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karissathomas.blogspot.com/2009/09/success.html' title='Success!'/><author><name>MrsThomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16221003964180207806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PlEoP95oZ_o/SjK5GxgpfcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/HP9qhSlf0rw/S220/Thomas_-1116.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1872341607689330770.post-5014944701064088176</id><published>2009-09-03T15:46:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T16:04:08.097-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Isaiah 51:11</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);  line-height: 20px; font-size:13px;"&gt;"Therefore the redeemed of the Lord shall return, and come with singing unto Zion; and everlasting joy shall be upon their head: they shall obtain gladness and joy; and sorrow and mourning will flee."   Isaiah 51:11&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);  line-height: 20px;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);  line-height: 20px;font-size:13px;"&gt;So, I'm pretty sure this verse if referring to when Christ returns and we don't have to live on earth anymore... but for me this verse has (brace yourself!) an even MORE exciting promise! This verse (for me) is talking about &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the day my husband comes home!!!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);  line-height: 20px;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);  line-height: 20px;font-size:13px;"&gt;(notice, I'm not worried that he's not coming. I am trusting and believing that God is bringing him home. BEFORE Thanksgiving, I might add. I know, I'm asking a lot... but I KNOW God can do it! And he will.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);  line-height: 20px;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);  line-height: 20px;font-size:13px;"&gt;*sigh of relief*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);  line-height: 20px;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);  line-height: 20px;font-size:13px;"&gt;You see, the verse states, "Therefore the redeemed of the Lord shall RETURN"  Right there: Ash is coming home! It goes on to say that &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;when&lt;/span&gt; Ash comes home, "everlasting joy shall be upon their heads."  Translation: I WILL BE SOOOOO INCREDIBLY HAPPY!!!!!! "they shall obtain gladness and joy; and sorrow and mourning will flee." Translation: I won't be worried or sad anymore so I can TRUELY really be REALLY happy :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);  line-height: 20px;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);  line-height: 20px;font-size:13px;"&gt;Basically, you should just go read &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=ISAIAH%2051:1-16&amp;amp;version=KJV"&gt;Isaiah 51:1-16&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=ISAIAH%2051:1-16&amp;amp;version=NKJV"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;right now.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);  line-height: 20px;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);  line-height: 20px;font-size:13px;"&gt;It's pretty encouraging. Just reminding us that God is really awesome and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;totally&lt;/span&gt; in control. It also talks a lot about God's comfort and compassion... which is also totally great :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1872341607689330770-5014944701064088176?l=karissathomas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karissathomas.blogspot.com/feeds/5014944701064088176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://karissathomas.blogspot.com/2009/09/isaiah-5111.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1872341607689330770/posts/default/5014944701064088176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1872341607689330770/posts/default/5014944701064088176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karissathomas.blogspot.com/2009/09/isaiah-5111.html' title='Isaiah 51:11'/><author><name>MrsThomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16221003964180207806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PlEoP95oZ_o/SjK5GxgpfcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/HP9qhSlf0rw/S220/Thomas_-1116.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1872341607689330770.post-3192863870348599259</id><published>2009-09-03T01:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T03:01:03.734-04:00</updated><title type='text'>God Knows</title><content type='html'>Well, a MILLION things have happened since my last post... &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...the most disappointing being that I had not received a phone call from Ash since my birthday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...the best? oh boy! where to begin!?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometime late last week, I felt a deep urge to get together with a bunch of ladies to PRAY. I emailed our battalion chaplain's wife-- Charlene-- also leader of my Tuesday morning Bible Study, which I LOVE!  We talked about it over email over the weekend and decided we would open it to the entire brigade and really, anyone who wants to come.  Tuesday morning at Bible Study we talked about it some more and, dear Charlene, how I love her... informed me that she has been feeling God telling her to pass the torch to me, that this weekly prayer meeting is to be, as Charlene put it, "your baby." So, I am now the coordinator and leader and point of contact for Wednesday Night Prayer at the N. Ft. Chapel. YIKES!!!! I can not tell you how excited I am... but at the same time, SO SCARED! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You see, this is funny... God has a good sense of humor. This last week in Bible Study, we were talking about getting out of our comfort zone and following God wherever he leads us. Well, God is leading me SO far out of my comfort zone!!! (And might I add, I JUST started getting comfortable!) I am not the biggest "stand-up-and-pray-in-front-of-everyone-and-lead-a-big-group-of-who-knows-how-many-people-in-a-weekly-prayer-meeting" kind of person. The thought of it is&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; rather&lt;/span&gt; intimidating... but I am following God's lead and diving in deep! I have no idea how this will go... all I can do is give it to God. So please pray for me! For boldness and courage! Pray that God uses this prayer time to draw his people closer to him and to protect our guys. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Unfortunately, our guys REALLY need all the prayer they can get. The down side to awesome Tuesday Bible study this week and technology? Receiving FRG casualty notifications instantly sent to your cell phone. Three more KIA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(if you're quiet enough, you might be able to hear my heart actually &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;break&lt;/span&gt; every time I so much as &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;think &lt;/span&gt;that acronym... I sure feel it...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, another day &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;shot. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I spent the afternoon with Amy and the Dave-inator and Amy made me some &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;really &lt;/span&gt;yummy tortellini. :) Until I decided I really actually had things I needed to do... I needed a black dress for today's memorial service (more heart break) and needed to buy some things to get ready for tomorrow nights "Coffee Coffee" and wanted to find some cards to send to the families of our fallen heroes (something I had been avoiding out of dread...) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, to Marshalls I went... where I found a super great dress. :) Made the excursion a little more worth while...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then to Walmart... because nothing else was open... where I cried in the card aisle for about 20minutes trying to find the right one... even though not a single card was going to make those families feel &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;any&lt;/span&gt; better... (heart break)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then home again and to bed... only, I just laid in bed until about 3am because I COULD NOT SLEEP. (too much heartbreak in one day) I missed my husband. My heart was hurting for the families who's soldiers would not be coming home. And there was nothing I could do about it.  Talk about burning the candle... on three ends? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I prayed. A lot. And then finally fell asleep. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;BUT GOD KNOWS!!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God knew that I was nearing the end of my rope! And he had my wonderful husband call me!!!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(*sigh of relief*)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was revived. :) I could &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;now&lt;/span&gt; start my day! I had lots more to do... Costco trip for more "Coffee Coffee" items, Memorial Service for the first two KIA (heart break), dog park, baking, buffalo drawing... the list goes on. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On my way to Costco to get things for the "Coffee Coffee", I stopped at Starbucks to get some... you guessed it, coffee! :) Instead of my regular, "non-fat Venti iced coffee with honey" I decided to go with a "non-fat Venti iced LATTE with honey." And the WONDERFUL starbucks guy added an extra shot of espresso for free and EVEN stirred in the honey!!! (a small detail which the starbucks people &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;always&lt;/span&gt; seem to overlook) Then on to Costco... blah blah blah... we all know how that goes...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then, the Memorial service. (heart break) I'm glad I went... but it sure was hard... After seeing the pictures, I realized that I had met them both. Multiple times. Durango would run up to them while they were on staff duty and they would hug him and wrestle... both soldiers were in Ash's platoon when he was a platoon leader. (heart break) And now, they are gone. (heart break) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The rest of the day I really just kept myself busy with lots of different things that need to be done... thinking about how grateful I am for my husband and for phone calls and that God knows me &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;soooo&lt;/span&gt; well that he knows EXACTLY what I need at the EXACT moment that I need it most. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tomorrow = "Coffee Coffee!!!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1872341607689330770-3192863870348599259?l=karissathomas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karissathomas.blogspot.com/feeds/3192863870348599259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://karissathomas.blogspot.com/2009/09/god-knows.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1872341607689330770/posts/default/3192863870348599259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1872341607689330770/posts/default/3192863870348599259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karissathomas.blogspot.com/2009/09/god-knows.html' title='God Knows'/><author><name>MrsThomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16221003964180207806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PlEoP95oZ_o/SjK5GxgpfcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/HP9qhSlf0rw/S220/Thomas_-1116.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1872341607689330770.post-5247726533408204455</id><published>2009-08-29T01:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T03:18:57.274-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Just wanted to let you know...</title><content type='html'>That I had a SURPRISINGLY wonderful birthday and day after birthday :) &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel so blessed!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll admit... this week had a TERRIBLE start. The guys are having a tough time over there... (that's an understatement.) there have been six casualties (casualties as &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; define it is KIA... none of this, "any injury is called a casualty" as the Army uses the word...) The mere thought of what those families are going through instantly pulls me into this really, really, REALLY awful place where I end up imagining their thoughts and feelings and actually end up FEELING those feelings for them and it's definitely the worst feeling in the world! I can't even begin to imagine what those families are experiencing...feeling...thinking... I want to just scoop them up and make everything better for them. I want to DO something! I want it to be all better for them. I want to rewind time and make their husbands come back. I want their babies to grow up spending every day kissing their daddies goodnight. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just can't even imagine. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After lots of crying... crying at initially hearing the news... crying with Amy... crying thinking about it... I decided that crying wasn't helping anyone. I was feeling defeated and doubtful. Fearful and worried. None of which comes from God. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2 Timothy 1:7&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"For God has not given us a spirit of fear, but of power and of love and of a sound mind."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wednesday night, I fell asleep with tears as I prayed myself to sleep. Asking God for peace and comfort for the families of our soldiers who won't be coming home. I didn't even know what to ask God to do... I couldn't imagine ANYTHING that would make those families feel any better. So, I just prayed for God to "be big!" God is in control and he has a BIGGER and better plan than we could ever imagine... no matter how terrible it may feel. Just thinking of their situation, I think I might strangle any person that was telling me this... but this is what God tells us over and over... So, I just have to believe Him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I woke up Thursday morning (birthday day!) and made cinnamon rolls. Amy and baby Dave came over and Abigail came bearing coffee (WOOHOO!!!) and it was a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;great&lt;/span&gt; start to my day! After they left, I had a little quiet time. It's amazing how God knows exactly how and where to meet us. He showered me that morning with encouragement and strength and peace. It was AMAZING. I went to work... and then to Abigail's for this really yummy dinner she made and a good movie. :) Followed by another evening of lots and lots of prayer... I still can't imagine...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This morning, I went to work and then to the spa with Amy. Holy Moly! It was a good time :) Wrap nap, massage, and foot rub, yummy tea, and good smelling, warm neck wraps = REFRESHING &
