<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' version='2.0'><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3901713405042924819</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Mon, 09 Nov 2009 15:38:11 +0000</lastBuildDate><title>Coffee, Candles, and Colored Pens</title><description>A journal of the random daily thoughts of a 40ish pastor's wife / homeschool mom.</description><link>http://chillswife.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Paige)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>33</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3901713405042924819.post-3746139462610123869</guid><pubDate>Sat, 15 Nov 2008 23:59:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-11-15T16:06:03.647-08:00</atom:updated><title>Christianity</title><description>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;My 16 year old daughter wrote this on her facebook today and I thought it worth sharing&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;What I don't understand is why Christian's are stereotyped as the hateful religion. I understand that there is a tiny minority of extremeists that will beat you over the head with a Bible and tell you you're going to hell, but what I don't understand is why this tiny minority is portrayed by nonchristians as the majority of Christians. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;I'm a Christian. I will not try to "save you from hell" by telling you you're going there. I'll tell you that I believe there's someplace better, and that's where I'm going, and because I love you, I want you very much to come with me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;I'm a Christian because I believe there's a better way to live than to hold grudges, to hold hate, and to hold onto me and mine. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;I am a Christian because while some may deem it illogical to believe in a God you have no proof of, I deem it illogical to believe that we as humanity are a supreme power and a supreme knowledge. There is so much we don't know that we search everyday to know, which means we believe that there is knowledge we can gain. But for knowledge to exist, someone MUST know it. Therefore I believe there is something bigger than myself, that understands what I don't and can't. I believe that there is more to the universe than I can ever explain or experience through my five senses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;I am a Christian because I believe that even though I am human and a hypocrite, my honest tries to help, comfort, and love, even though imperfect, can be made helpful, comforting, and loving through the perfection of my God. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;I am not a Christian because I believe the Bible word for word. I am a Christian because I believe that the best way to live, is to live with the same unconditional, ever-forgiving love that Jesus Christ lived with. I believe in loving and cherishing absolutely everyone, and I believe that I can love someone I disagree with without agreeing with them. Jesus hung out with the worst of sinners and loved them as much as anyone "righteous". He loved them, just not what they were doing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Thus I write this note, not out of hate, not out of spite, but in HOPE of a better way and in HOPE of opening minds. If you don't believe in my God, okay. But don't hate me because I do, because I don't hate you because you don't. I ask you to stop stereotyping Christians as hateful, but to start realizing that everyone is human, Christian or non-Christian. MOST Christians do not claim to be any better or to sin any less than a non Christian. So please stop holding us to the standards of perfection. We don't believe we are way better, we believe in a better way. If you truly want to eliminate hate, don't hate Christians who don't hate you. Let's stop being blind to any kind of hate on EITHER side, Christian or non Christian, and encourage love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;This is the video that inspired my rant. I am not trying to accuse or justify, I am simply asking you to not overlook Christians like this, the majority of Christians, and suggest that we stop uncalled for hatred on any side.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onmousedown="'UntrustedLink.bootstrap($(this)," href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WaKu1Bv3L24" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WaKu1Bv3L24&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3901713405042924819-3746139462610123869?l=chillswife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://chillswife.blogspot.com/2008/11/christianity.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Paige)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3901713405042924819.post-2962676028936579407</guid><pubDate>Fri, 07 Nov 2008 14:51:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-11-07T06:57:14.220-08:00</atom:updated><title>A Day in the Life</title><description>&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;For any of you interested in a day in the life of an 11th grader in public highschool, my eldest has written an amusing article about her election day experiences.  Her new blog &lt;em&gt;Survivor: Rome Highschool Edition &lt;/em&gt;is located at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.livylaine.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;www.livylaine.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt; . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3901713405042924819-2962676028936579407?l=chillswife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://chillswife.blogspot.com/2008/11/day-in-life.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Paige)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3901713405042924819.post-5377383461076778012</guid><pubDate>Tue, 14 Oct 2008 01:51:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-10-13T19:25:23.271-07:00</atom:updated><title>Am I a Prude?</title><description>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qTIFUA2KDuE/SPP76xkTiII/AAAAAAAAADM/W0br6VD22Cg/s1600-h/dark+phoenix.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256822177228097666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qTIFUA2KDuE/SPP76xkTiII/AAAAAAAAADM/W0br6VD22Cg/s400/dark+phoenix.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is the exact illustration of the super hero Dark Phoenix that is in the level 4 DK reader &lt;em&gt;Marvel Heroes Greatest Battles  &lt;/em&gt;that&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;I purchased at Barnes &amp;amp; Noble tonight. I flipped through quickly before I purchased it and thought it looked like a great book for the boys. They love super heroes. As always, I looked at it more thoroughly when I got home before giving it to the boys to read. Glad I did. I will be returning it and &lt;em&gt;Marvel Heroes Amazing Powers, &lt;/em&gt; which also has disturbing images.  Keep in mind this is a book for approximately 3rd through 5th graders. I'm used to the female super heroes being a bit more "sexy" than I would like but this is downright pornographic.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3901713405042924819-5377383461076778012?l=chillswife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://chillswife.blogspot.com/2008/10/am-i-prude.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Paige)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qTIFUA2KDuE/SPP76xkTiII/AAAAAAAAADM/W0br6VD22Cg/s72-c/dark+phoenix.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3901713405042924819.post-6204397848663750737</guid><pubDate>Wed, 16 Jul 2008 23:38:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-07-18T06:05:33.326-07:00</atom:updated><title>Pictures From Our Wreck</title><description>The kids and I were in an accident on Monday of this week. We were at a stop sign waiting to pull onto a divided highway when the woman in front of us pulled out to make a left turn and stopped right in the middle of the road. The GMC Sierra that was speeding toward her swerved to miss her and slammed straight into my driver's side door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the last thing I saw before impact. Laine says she will never forget seeing the big, red, GMC in my widow when we finally stopped moving (he pushed us 29 ft.).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qTIFUA2KDuE/SH6Hs9SMMKI/AAAAAAAAAC8/zLQG8t2gI4c/s1600-h/100_9100.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223761824231207074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qTIFUA2KDuE/SH6Hs9SMMKI/AAAAAAAAAC8/zLQG8t2gI4c/s400/100_9100.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Our van at the junkyard. We ended up facing ninty degrees right from where we started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qTIFUA2KDuE/SH6HLkjYAFI/AAAAAAAAAC0/0Fmf7AxUf-E/s1600-h/100_9085.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223761250656714834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qTIFUA2KDuE/SH6HLkjYAFI/AAAAAAAAAC0/0Fmf7AxUf-E/s400/100_9085.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qTIFUA2KDuE/SH6G5OlWfxI/AAAAAAAAACs/dU96mvVkWJ8/s1600-h/100_9106.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My sister had just given me this sticker. How true it is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qTIFUA2KDuE/SH9JxDYEuhI/AAAAAAAAADE/cFoh3GKPnXQ/s1600-h/100_9098.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223975199841761810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qTIFUA2KDuE/SH9JxDYEuhI/AAAAAAAAADE/cFoh3GKPnXQ/s400/100_9098.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One comment I heard over and over after the accident was "God was with you." I believe he was. Not because we are all o.k. but simply because I know he never abandons his children. Bryan and I are going to have a talk with the kids because I don't wan't them to think that God abandons you when bad things happen. If I had been killed the last thing I would want is the kids thinking God was not with us. He is the one I want them to turn to first in difficult situations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm am so thankful for the life I've been given. This is a reminder not to take any of it for granted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/3901713405042924819-6204397848663750737?l=chillswife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://chillswife.blogspot.com/2008/07/pictures-from-our-wreck.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Paige)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_qTIFUA2KDuE/SH6Hs9SMMKI/AAAAAAAAAC8/zLQG8t2gI4c/s72-c/100_9100.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3901713405042924819.post-2637077216861688948</guid><pubDate>Fri, 06 Jun 2008 14:06:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-06-06T07:15:43.424-07:00</atom:updated><title>They're Onto Us</title><description>&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Conversation overheard between Mason and Eli;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Eli -"With mom you can ignore her 'till she actually turns off the T.V. Then you'd better get up &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;and get ready."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Mason-"Yeah.....with dad it's when he counts to three that you'd better get going."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3901713405042924819-2637077216861688948?l=chillswife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://chillswife.blogspot.com/2008/06/theyre-onto-us.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Paige)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3901713405042924819.post-2592415925909371142</guid><pubDate>Mon, 19 May 2008 21:32:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-05-19T14:38:53.198-07:00</atom:updated><title>Like.........You Know?</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/SCNIBV87wV4&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/SCNIBV87wV4&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3901713405042924819-2592415925909371142?l=chillswife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://chillswife.blogspot.com/2008/05/likeyou-know.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Paige)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3901713405042924819.post-4624952337307178836</guid><pubDate>Sun, 18 May 2008 20:07:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-05-18T13:25:54.083-07:00</atom:updated><title>Prince Caspian</title><description>&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" src="http://i25.tinypic.com/29ap1fc.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I took the boys to see Prince Caspian last night. I don't take them to see movies on the big screen very often, maybe twice a year or so, so it was a treat for me. I say for me because they actually get to go quite often thanks to Aunt Heather &amp;amp; Miss Holly. Anyway, it is a great movie with many wonderfully presented life lessons. It's been a while since I read the book so I can't actually say how it compares. If you're interested in a good review go &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.libertyfilmfestival.com/libertas/?p=10336"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3901713405042924819-4624952337307178836?l=chillswife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://chillswife.blogspot.com/2008/05/prince-caspian.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Paige)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3901713405042924819.post-6048356037529818631</guid><pubDate>Wed, 07 May 2008 18:40:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-05-07T16:50:51.014-07:00</atom:updated><title>Renaissance Festival Pictures</title><description>&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Here are some pics from our recent field trip to the Georgia Renaissance Festival.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Mona Lisa.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qTIFUA2KDuE/SCH-gvKI7fI/AAAAAAAAABE/HF-Wnyi6uBA/s1600-h/Imported+Photos+00245.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197715283330526706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qTIFUA2KDuE/SCH-gvKI7fI/AAAAAAAAABE/HF-Wnyi6uBA/s400/Imported+Photos+00245.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qTIFUA2KDuE/SCH-hPKI7gI/AAAAAAAAABM/e25Sn-LXkQU/s1600-h/Imported+Photos+00246.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197715291920461314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qTIFUA2KDuE/SCH-hPKI7gI/AAAAAAAAABM/e25Sn-LXkQU/s400/Imported+Photos+00246.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;The Barrel Ride. This guy was hilarious. He yelled at the kids and threw water on them but they loved it. Go figure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qTIFUA2KDuE/SCH-h_KI7hI/AAAAAAAAABU/N4izy_M6_Wc/s1600-h/Imported+Photos+00257.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197715304805363218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qTIFUA2KDuE/SCH-h_KI7hI/AAAAAAAAABU/N4izy_M6_Wc/s400/Imported+Photos+00257.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;A Peregrine Falcon from the Birds of Prey show. This bird can fly up to 120 miles an hour. We had a front row seat and we felt a major rush of wind as he did a fly by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qTIFUA2KDuE/SCIAi_KI7jI/AAAAAAAAABk/kQZvfeKUzQ4/s1600-h/Imported+Photos+00244.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197717521008487986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qTIFUA2KDuE/SCIAi_KI7jI/AAAAAAAAABk/kQZvfeKUzQ4/s400/Imported+Photos+00244.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Posing with a knight..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qTIFUA2KDuE/SCH6hvKI7cI/AAAAAAAAAAs/gZHjPHxyWzY/s1600-h/Imported+Photos+00233.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197710902463884738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qTIFUA2KDuE/SCH6hvKI7cI/AAAAAAAAAAs/gZHjPHxyWzY/s400/Imported+Photos+00233.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;The Junior Joust.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qTIFUA2KDuE/SCH4oPKI7bI/AAAAAAAAAAk/kuLhAoEK24U/s1600-h/Imported+Photos+00231.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197708815109778866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qTIFUA2KDuE/SCH4oPKI7bI/AAAAAAAAAAk/kuLhAoEK24U/s400/Imported+Photos+00231.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qTIFUA2KDuE/SCH37PKI7ZI/AAAAAAAAAAU/g3AvaELcZcc/s1600-h/Imported+Photos+00229.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197708042015665554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qTIFUA2KDuE/SCH37PKI7ZI/AAAAAAAAAAU/g3AvaELcZcc/s400/Imported+Photos+00229.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Sword fighting while waiting for the Lipizzaner Stallions.........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qTIFUA2KDuE/SCH6wfKI7dI/AAAAAAAAAA0/nf4FrUlOjhI/s1600-h/Imported+Photos+00252.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197711155866955218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qTIFUA2KDuE/SCH6wfKI7dI/AAAAAAAAAA0/nf4FrUlOjhI/s400/Imported+Photos+00252.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;One of the Lipizzaner Stallions&lt;/span&gt;........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qTIFUA2KDuE/SCH7KfKI7eI/AAAAAAAAAA8/NRVEhHGjKNo/s1600-h/Imported+Photos+00253.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197711602543554018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="300" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qTIFUA2KDuE/SCH7KfKI7eI/AAAAAAAAAA8/NRVEhHGjKNo/s400/Imported+Photos+00253.JPG" width="400" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Ice Cream before the two hour ride home......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qTIFUA2KDuE/SCH-ifKI7iI/AAAAAAAAABc/nlA1MJWAUEI/s1600-h/Imported+Photos+00258.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197715313395297826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qTIFUA2KDuE/SCH-ifKI7iI/AAAAAAAAABc/nlA1MJWAUEI/s400/Imported+Photos+00258.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3901713405042924819-6048356037529818631?l=chillswife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://chillswife.blogspot.com/2008/05/renaissance-festival-pictures.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Paige)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qTIFUA2KDuE/SCH-gvKI7fI/AAAAAAAAABE/HF-Wnyi6uBA/s72-c/Imported+Photos+00245.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3901713405042924819.post-384551189171840180</guid><pubDate>Thu, 24 Apr 2008 21:27:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-04-25T07:23:56.178-07:00</atom:updated><title>No More Naked Men Please</title><description>&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" src="http://i27.tinypic.com/smufr5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;So.....next Thursday we are going to Georgia's Renaissance Festival for their home school/elementary school day. I've decided that in preparation we will skip ahead about 1500 years, give or take, in our history studies and do a crash course on the time period of the Renaissance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;We've read an overview of the Renaissance in &lt;em&gt;A Child's History of the World&lt;/em&gt; by Hillyer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;We've studied the art of DaVinci and Michelangelo. (Eli says he's tired of naked men, lol) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;We've read a child's version of &lt;em&gt;The Tempest &lt;/em&gt;by Shakespeare. Mason loved this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;We've learned how men and women from different classes greeted each other. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;The boys learned how to "make a leg". It seems men in this time were especially proud of their calves and took every opportunity to show them off. They wore stockings and short pants and would stand with a leg forward and foot turned outward to make their calf more prominent. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;We tried to learn how to bow but still need more practice. They flat refused to kiss my hand. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;We've learned that people in this era tried to be as wordy as possible. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;We've got so much more to cover. Henry VIII, knights, more Shakespeare, more Renaissance culture, King Arthur, Guinevere, Merlin.......etc. I can do anything for a week, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that going from the uber interesting culture of Classical Greece to the just as interesting culture of The Renaissance won't make the boys' eyes glaze over when we have to study the less interesting parts of history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3901713405042924819-384551189171840180?l=chillswife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://chillswife.blogspot.com/2008/04/no-more-naked-men-please.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Paige)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3901713405042924819.post-7846981733189945739</guid><pubDate>Thu, 03 Apr 2008 18:56:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-04-03T12:07:14.733-07:00</atom:updated><title>I Know the Answers.........Trust Me</title><description>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I had to laugh yesterday (without Mason seeing me, of course). I pulled out his math notebook to check the work I had asked him to complete from the day before and this is what I saw:  the numbers 14 thru 28 each number with a check mark beside it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The following conversation ensued:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Me: "Mason, why didn't you do the math work you were assigned?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Mason: "I did."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Me: "Why are there only check marks here? Where are your answers?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Mason:  (Matter of factly) "I did the problems in my head and just checked them off when I was done."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3901713405042924819-7846981733189945739?l=chillswife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://chillswife.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-know-answerstrust-me.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Paige)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3901713405042924819.post-5097644882608174545</guid><pubDate>Mon, 31 Mar 2008 14:30:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-03-31T11:53:20.984-07:00</atom:updated><title>Eli's 9th Birthday</title><description>&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Eli turned 9 on Saturday. We had a family party at my mom &amp;amp; dad's complete with pizza and the requested Lego Star Wars light side vs. dark side cake. He got a total of $105 plus Mr. Magoriums Wonder Emporium (a wonderful movie for all ages), two Lego star wars kits, and a potato gun. The potato gun was a big hit, all three boys (each with their own potato gun) spent much time outside shooting each other with potato 'pellets'. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" src="http://i32.tinypic.com/fxcl69.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Yesterday, Bryan took Eli to Toys R Us to spend his birthday money. He spent all of it on a 953 piece Lego Police Headquarters. Amazingly, he has spent all of his free time since he got home last night working on putting it together. I'm very impressed with his focus and skill in following the directions. I'll post a pic when he gets finished. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;All in all, it was a very good birthday. I can't believe my baby is nine. Time flies. I'm trying hard to pay attention everyday so that I don't reach his 18th birthday with too many "Cat's in the Cradle" regrets. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3901713405042924819-5097644882608174545?l=chillswife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://chillswife.blogspot.com/2008/03/elis-9th-birthday.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Paige)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3901713405042924819.post-7360642201200120845</guid><pubDate>Mon, 24 Mar 2008 14:56:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-03-24T09:22:06.024-07:00</atom:updated><title>My Baby Girl is Sweet Sixteen</title><description>&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I can't believe Laine turned 16 yesterday. Where have the years gone? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I can honestly say that even though I treasure each memory from her childhood, I wouldn't go back. A wise woman once told me to enjoy each stage of my children's life and not worry about missing it when it passed. Truly, God has taken care of the sadness I thought I would feel about the kids growing up and replaced it with the joy and wonder of each 'stage' seeming better than the last. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I'm amazed constantly at the mature, godly, young woman Laine is becoming. She's not perfect, of course, but she is a wonderful person with whom I would choose to spend my time even if we were not related. Many parents complain about the teenage years but I've found the joys of having this teenage girl around far outweigh the trials. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I love you Laine! Happy Birthday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3901713405042924819-7360642201200120845?l=chillswife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://chillswife.blogspot.com/2008/03/my-baby-girl-is-sweet-sixteen.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Paige)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3901713405042924819.post-3796378821225804806</guid><pubDate>Sun, 02 Mar 2008 19:34:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-03-02T11:38:52.883-08:00</atom:updated><title>Rocky for Chill</title><description>&lt;p&gt;For my dear husband. Now you can work full-time, pastor part-time, take 4 classes in seminary, AND rewatch all six Rocky movies. No need to thank me. Love you dear ;-)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mj3xM4mFS9Y"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mj3xM4mFS9Y" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3901713405042924819-3796378821225804806?l=chillswife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://chillswife.blogspot.com/2008/03/rocky-for-chill.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Paige)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3901713405042924819.post-3509039871822387301</guid><pubDate>Tue, 12 Feb 2008 19:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-02-13T16:03:19.741-08:00</atom:updated><title>Tolkien Obsession</title><description>&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;O.k. I'll admit it. I've developed a small J.R.R.Tolkien obsession. I had never read the &lt;em&gt;The Lord of the Rings &lt;/em&gt;Trilogy or watched the movies until the fall of last year. I had to watch the movies with the subtitles the first time just to understand what was being said. Since then, I've watched the screen version of the movies twice and the extended version once. I've read &lt;em&gt;The Hobbit&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;The Fellowship of the Ring&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;The Two Towers, The Return of the King&lt;/em&gt; and am halfway through both &lt;em&gt;The Silmarillion&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;The Unfinished Tales. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems that I've passed my addiction on to one of my children. Mason has read &lt;em&gt;The Hobbit&lt;/em&gt; and is almost finished with &lt;em&gt;The Fellowship of the Ring&lt;/em&gt;. He reads a little each night and becomes more and more enthralled with the world of Middle Earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would encourage anyone who likes fantasy and has never read Tolkien to give it a try. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Dr_i2w0W-ZM&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Dr_i2w0W-ZM&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3901713405042924819-3509039871822387301?l=chillswife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://chillswife.blogspot.com/2008/02/tolkien-obsession.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Paige)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3901713405042924819.post-1924582428568681956</guid><pubDate>Fri, 08 Feb 2008 15:32:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-02-08T07:49:01.563-08:00</atom:updated><title>My New Necklace</title><description>&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" src="http://i27.tinypic.com/2q9w6cz.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;I have a new necklace. It is a pink yarn "chain" with a key on the end. The key belongs to the new locking doorknob we put on our pantry door. The pantry holds all the "good" snacks. You know, chips, crackers, soft drinks, etc.... I've had a hard time enforcing many of our food rules, rules such as; one soft drink a day, only one snack between meals, eat at the table, and so on. I was constantly having to yell "Close the pantry door" from another room and my kids were constantly eating. I don't know how they got so food obsessed but it is time for the obsession to stop. Now I unlock the door only at snack and meal times. The change since the lock has been on is amazing. Just knowing that the door is locked seems to have helped the boys focus on things other than "let's see what is good to eat in the pantry." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3901713405042924819-1924582428568681956?l=chillswife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://chillswife.blogspot.com/2008/02/my-new-necklace.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Paige)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3901713405042924819.post-2587204544709753605</guid><pubDate>Tue, 05 Feb 2008 23:46:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-02-05T16:42:06.927-08:00</atom:updated><title>Fat Tuesday</title><description>&lt;a href="http://images.google.com/imgres?imgurl=http://d21c.com/DragonsDreams/gar/Sleep.jpg&amp;amp;imgrefurl=http://pediatricsnow.blogspot.com/2007_11_01_archive.html&amp;amp;h=600&amp;amp;w=800&amp;amp;sz=68&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;start=8&amp;amp;tbnid=UQdMvdXbMrb71M:&amp;amp;tbnh=107&amp;amp;tbnw=143&amp;amp;prev=/images%3Fq%3Dsleep%26gbv%3D2%26hl%3Den%26sa%3DG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://positivesharing.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/06/sleep.jpg" target="_top"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.google.com/imgres?imgurl=http://d21c.com/DragonsDreams/gar/Sleep.jpg&amp;amp;imgrefurl=http://pediatricsnow.blogspot.com/2007_11_01_archive.html&amp;amp;h=600&amp;amp;w=800&amp;amp;sz=68&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;start=8&amp;amp;tbnid=UQdMvdXbMrb71M:&amp;amp;tbnh=107&amp;amp;tbnw=143&amp;amp;prev=/images%3Fq%3Dsleep%26gbv%3D2%26hl%3Den%26sa%3DG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i31.tinypic.com/2vnfk84.gif" border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Yikes! It's Fat Tuesday already. I still haven't decided what to give up for Lent. It has been a tradition in our family, as it is in many families, to sacrifice something during Lent in remberance of the sacrifice Jesus made for us. The boys have decided to give up T.V. and Laine will give up snacks. I still don't know what to give up. It needs to be something that will cause me a good bit of discomfort. I'm thinking maybe I'll give up one of my favorite things, sleep. I'll get up an hour earlier each day. (Mason, who is reading over my shoulder and laughing, just told me that this would be impossible for me........no encouragement there.) That settles it, sleep it is. BTW, Chill still hasn't decided what he is giving up. Anyone else out there sacrificing something for Lent?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3901713405042924819-2587204544709753605?l=chillswife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://chillswife.blogspot.com/2008/02/fat-tuesday.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Paige)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3901713405042924819.post-393997568700661570</guid><pubDate>Fri, 01 Feb 2008 16:57:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-02-01T11:49:02.173-08:00</atom:updated><title>Happy Anniversary to the Man of My Dreams</title><description>&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;11 years ago today I married the man of my dreams.  I kid around alot, but you're the best husband any woman could want. Happy Anniversary Pappy B. I love you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3901713405042924819-393997568700661570?l=chillswife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://chillswife.blogspot.com/2008/02/happy-anniversary-to-man-of-my-dreams.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Paige)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3901713405042924819.post-948430259238530912</guid><pubDate>Wed, 30 Jan 2008 16:52:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-01-30T14:54:18.157-08:00</atom:updated><title>Shamgar's Fifteen Minutes of Fame</title><description>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;After Ehud, Shamgar son of Anath saved Israel. Shamgar killed six hundred Philistines with a sharp stick used to guide oxen.&lt;br /&gt;Judges 3:31&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow! The boys and I are reading through the Old Testament. Today was Judges 3. After discussing Othniel and Ehud I almost missed Shamgar. Mason, who always reads ahead, said "Whoa, mom, read the next verse." He was amazed at this feat performed by Shamgar, as he knows that Philistines were usually heavily armoured and armed military men.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/3901713405042924819-948430259238530912?l=chillswife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://chillswife.blogspot.com/2008/01/shamgars-fifteen-minutes-of-fame.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Paige)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3901713405042924819.post-9195831358892022536</guid><pubDate>Fri, 25 Jan 2008 19:58:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-01-25T12:10:43.830-08:00</atom:updated><title>Should You Shelter Your Kids?</title><description>&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;The second most annoying question home schoolers are asked (the first being 'What about socialization') is 'Aren't you afraid you are sheltering your kids from real life?'. Check out this guys answer to the question 'Should you shelter your kids'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://branthansen.typepad.com/letters_from_kamp_krusty/" target="_blank"&gt;http://branthansen.typepad.com/letters_from_kamp_krusty/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;On a side note, I was amused at his statement about not caring if you homeschool your kids or not. He obviously gets the same response I do when people find out we homeschool. If they have kids of school age,  they volunteer a list of reasons they don't homeschool. I find this amusing, as I NEVER say "we homeschool, why don't you?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3901713405042924819-9195831358892022536?l=chillswife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://chillswife.blogspot.com/2008/01/should-you-shelter-your-kids.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Paige)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3901713405042924819.post-5336819398075680143</guid><pubDate>Thu, 24 Jan 2008 14:26:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-01-25T13:26:18.594-08:00</atom:updated><title>Happiness</title><description>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000099;"&gt;Laine wrote this in her 10th grade Literature class during a freewriting assignment. I think it is worth sharing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;"Happiness is a decision. I'm learning how true that is. Happiness is not based on circumstances, or things, or other people. It is a choice made solely on yourself. I see evidence of this everyday by coming in contact with people better off than me who are miserable but also people worse off who truely enjoy every moment of life they are granted. The question I ask is "How?" How does one go about making this lifelong, lifealtering decision of happiness. If it depends on nothing then why is it so hard to make&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/3901713405042924819-5336819398075680143?l=chillswife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://chillswife.blogspot.com/2008/01/happiness.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Paige)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3901713405042924819.post-4703218499316090193</guid><pubDate>Wed, 16 Jan 2008 16:46:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-01-16T08:57:38.591-08:00</atom:updated><title>I'm Baaaaack</title><description>I can't believe it's been so long since I last blogged. One of my New Year's Resolutions is to try to blog at least a couple of times a week. I'm awful at journaling so it would be nice to be able to look back at my blog and see what has happened to us over time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much has happened in the last 4 months. Anyway, we are now in the process of pulling the kids out of GVA/K12 (Georgia's newly approved virtual public school) and returning to traditional homeschooling. Bryan is changing jobs.  My sister and her family are moving to North Carolina. This will be especially devastating to Eli, whose best friend is his nephew Tyler. Our church is moving. So much change in so little time. My head is spinning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3901713405042924819-4703218499316090193?l=chillswife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://chillswife.blogspot.com/2008/01/im-baaaaack.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Paige)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3901713405042924819.post-4639724287960789877</guid><pubDate>Sun, 09 Sep 2007 22:51:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-09-09T15:53:30.004-07:00</atom:updated><title>Am I This Bad?</title><description>Laine said that this commercial reminded her of her parents................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3h_9Aq1HWMI"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3h_9Aq1HWMI" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3901713405042924819-4639724287960789877?l=chillswife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://chillswife.blogspot.com/2007/09/am-i-this-bad.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Paige)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3901713405042924819.post-5740111956564482085</guid><pubDate>Fri, 07 Sep 2007 21:17:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-09-07T15:04:07.076-07:00</atom:updated><title>First Week of School</title><description>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Wow! What a week! This K12 curriculum takes some getting used to. I don't know if we'll stick with it or not. I'm going to try to get super organized this weekend and see if that helps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The great part of this week was being reminded of the joy that comes with seeing your children discover things for the first time. The joy of seeing them get excited about learning new things. Kind of like when they took their first step or said their first word but on a different level. What a privilege.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We learned about Adam &amp; Eve and how they tried to hide their sin from God just like we do today. We learned how Satan sneakily twisted God's words instead of just lying. Just like he does today. We learned from Cain &amp;amp; Able that God wants our best and is very displeased with less. We learned that Adam was Noah's great-great-great-great-great-great-great-grandfather.&lt;br /&gt;And that Methuselah, Noah's grandfather, died the year the flood began.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We learned Oremus means let us pray and much more in Latin. The boys think Latin is really cool. Kind of like a secret language.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Math is really fun. I get to refresh and relearn with them so I'll be ready when they reach the higher levels. It's cool to see the light go on when they learn a new concept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;History right now is geography, my weakest subject, so I'm learning right along with the kids. I think I'll always be directionally challenged, though. No comments, Chill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eli thinks science is cool because he gets to do experiments, Mason would rather just learn the info and take the test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pray each day that I will be a good student of my kids and that God will lead me to be the mom he wants for his children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I strive to be a mom like this................... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kw9i7vIWxgc"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kw9i7vIWxgc" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3901713405042924819-5740111956564482085?l=chillswife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://chillswife.blogspot.com/2007/09/first-week-of-school.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Paige)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3901713405042924819.post-8015628399417818913</guid><pubDate>Tue, 04 Sep 2007 19:43:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-09-04T13:51:59.875-07:00</atom:updated><title>First Day of School (Forced to blog by dear hubby)</title><description>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;What a day! Our first day schooling at home after 2 years. We are trying the Georgia Virtual Academy this year. It was just approved for Georgia in July. Basically, it is public school at home. Our tax dollars pay for the materials (math, language arts, history, science) and even a loaner computer. We follow the lesson plans provided, some online, most offline, and report attendance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started out well. We started with Old Testament History and Latin. I teach these to the boys together. They were exited and loved both subjects. Then came the insanity. Curriculum I've chosen in the past has followed the basic format of 1.present the lesson 2. assign work the child can complete independently. You present to one child while the other(s) are working independently. Works great for multi-child families. Weeeeeeeell, it does not seem possible to do this with k12. All lessons seem to require the teacher to be with the child for the entire lesson. Another problem is the fact that each child is studying a different topic in history, and science. This really adds to the length of the day. Most multi-child families teach the same topic in history/science to all children and assign tasks according to the ability of the child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully, I can work all this out. The curriculum seems sound and the price is certainly right. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;The following video cheered me up. At least my day wasn't this bad...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/B-6CPvx2ZZM"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/B-6CPvx2ZZM" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3901713405042924819-8015628399417818913?l=chillswife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://chillswife.blogspot.com/2007/09/first-day-of-school-forced-to-blog-by.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Paige)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3901713405042924819.post-5392616177369733988</guid><pubDate>Thu, 05 Jul 2007 14:51:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-07-05T07:57:19.159-07:00</atom:updated><title>Happy Belated Birthday, Chill</title><description>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Happy Birthday, dear. I've never known anyone as excited to be one year closer to senior citizen status as you. Strange but somehow inspiring. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I &lt;3 U&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3901713405042924819-5392616177369733988?l=chillswife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://chillswife.blogspot.com/2007/07/happy-belated-birthday-chill.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Paige)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item></channel></rss>