<?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-5728840130907092569</id><updated>2011-04-21T17:04:21.681-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gillispie Blog</title><subtitle type='html'>God has blessed us with such a wonderful life and I want to share it with you!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gillispieblog.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728840130907092569/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gillispieblog.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728840130907092569/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Gillispie Blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>141</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5728840130907092569.post-5545558407763684570</id><published>2009-04-30T10:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T11:04:51.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Isaac, the Bible scholar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SfnnyFVEMtI/AAAAAAAABCY/h93ussdYLuI/s1600-h/DSC_0033-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330546481579700946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SfnnyFVEMtI/AAAAAAAABCY/h93ussdYLuI/s320/DSC_0033-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So last night after Church, Isaac's sunday school teacher comes up to me and goes, I asked Isaac to start bringing his bible to church so that we could have them begin reading and memorizing scripture and he says "My Mom and Dad don't really want me reading the Bible, it's no big deal" THIS KID! He is killing me! So, after assuring her that we would never discourage Isaac from reading his Bible, though it really had not occured to me until she said it, that he really is old enough to begin reading it on his own, I had a little chat with him. I did tell him that it was Mom and Dad's fault that we had not begun to encourage him to read it on his own and that he did indeed own a Bible and that we would pull it out and talk about it when we got home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As soon as we got home he ran into his room and pulled it out of the drawer and I as I was in my bedroom changing clothes, I heard him reading it aloud...."In the beginning God created the heavens and the earth." No sound could have been more sweet to my ears and my eyes welled up with tears. I stopped right then and thanked God for not only giving him the ability to read and speak, but I prayed that he would instill in him a Love for his Word. Once I pulled it together, I walked in and gave him a big kiss on the forehead and told him how proud it made me to hear him reading God's word to which he replies...."You mean every word in the world is in here?" to which I answered...."The only ones that matter are.":)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5728840130907092569-5545558407763684570?l=gillispieblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gillispieblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5545558407763684570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5728840130907092569&amp;postID=5545558407763684570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728840130907092569/posts/default/5545558407763684570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728840130907092569/posts/default/5545558407763684570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gillispieblog.blogspot.com/2009/04/isaac-bible-scholar.html' title='Isaac, the Bible scholar'/><author><name>Gillispie Blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SfnnyFVEMtI/AAAAAAAABCY/h93ussdYLuI/s72-c/DSC_0033-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5728840130907092569.post-1861474301565809845</id><published>2009-04-29T06:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T06:45:12.680-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh taste and see that the Lord is good</title><content type='html'>I could not wait to sit down this morning and write this post.  My cup got filled to the brim last night and is still overflowing this morning.  I got the oppotrunity to attend the Girls Night Out with Hunter Street and Sherry Burgess came to speak.  That seemed exciting enough, but there was so much more in store for us.  After singing worship songs and just praising the Lord for a little while the song "I will rise" by Chris Tomlin began to play and one by one these beautiful woman of God holding cardboard signs came walking out.  Each sign told of some unimaginable trials or some heartbreaking bondage by sin.  Once they stood for a while and revealed the deepest parts of themselves, they flipped the cardboard and revealed God's amazing work in thier lives, his Deliverance, his Grace, and his Love.  I am always overwhelmed by God's loving mercy, no matter how many times he displays it so clearly right in front of my face.  The Holy Spirit was so thick in that place, all I could do was cry and praise him for loving me.  Each one was so amazing, but when I saw one of the most dearest people in my life walk out with her sign, I was just floored!  My instant reaction was to want to run up there and hold her hand, I did not want her to stand up there alone...but see she has a friend that sticks closer than a brother and He was there holding all of those ladies hands the entire time.  Because these woman did not get up there to praise themselves for what they had overcome or to show how strong they were, but to Magnify our Savior and show how AWESOME HE is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards, Sherry Burgess got up and shared her amazing testimony.  Her love for God is so evident and her purpose is so clear.  She was not there for pity or praise, but to encourage others to go out and work to further His kingdom regardless of our circumstances.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was such a great night and I am so thankful I got to be there.  If I get my hands on a DVD you better watch out, I am holding a screening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to my dear friend....Thank you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5728840130907092569-1861474301565809845?l=gillispieblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gillispieblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1861474301565809845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5728840130907092569&amp;postID=1861474301565809845' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728840130907092569/posts/default/1861474301565809845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728840130907092569/posts/default/1861474301565809845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gillispieblog.blogspot.com/2009/04/oh-taste-and-see-that-lord-is-good.html' title='Oh taste and see that the Lord is good'/><author><name>Gillispie Blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5728840130907092569.post-5703856711865116147</id><published>2009-04-24T17:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T18:21:34.501-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Avri's Pony Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SfJlRILhpjI/AAAAAAAABCQ/M5L_Fz9tx5M/s1600-h/DSC_0148.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328432654060725810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SfJlRILhpjI/AAAAAAAABCQ/M5L_Fz9tx5M/s320/DSC_0148.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SfJlQwXz4pI/AAAAAAAABCI/DM_sIHMkxGI/s1600-h/DSC_0153.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328432647669801618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SfJlQwXz4pI/AAAAAAAABCI/DM_sIHMkxGI/s320/DSC_0153.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SfJlQkB_97I/AAAAAAAABCA/2tl3PcFbOOs/s1600-h/DSC_0058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328432644357093298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SfJlQkB_97I/AAAAAAAABCA/2tl3PcFbOOs/s320/DSC_0058.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SfJlQf7M1sI/AAAAAAAABB4/npJvJ0p720s/s1600-h/DSC_0103.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328432643254834882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SfJlQf7M1sI/AAAAAAAABB4/npJvJ0p720s/s320/DSC_0103.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SfJlQGNmv6I/AAAAAAAABBw/oKm6gwG2yt8/s1600-h/DSC_0166.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328432636352708514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SfJlQGNmv6I/AAAAAAAABBw/oKm6gwG2yt8/s320/DSC_0166.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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SfJjvReUgoI/AAAAAAAABBo/QSVpC5aXuXk/s1600-h/DSC_0175.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328430972928295554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SfJjvReUgoI/AAAAAAAABBo/QSVpC5aXuXk/s320/DSC_0175.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SfJV7g7TdZI/AAAAAAAABBg/kRDNbJ0fTBk/s1600-h/DSC_0152.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328415790072034706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SfJV7g7TdZI/AAAAAAAABBg/kRDNbJ0fTBk/s320/DSC_0152.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SfJV7VE52iI/AAAAAAAABBY/-yWuAUlFAIw/s1600-h/DSC_0133.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328415786891074082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SfJV7VE52iI/AAAAAAAABBY/-yWuAUlFAIw/s320/DSC_0133.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SfJV7JudgFI/AAAAAAAABBQ/wJBpUi6Fsgs/s1600-h/DSC_0070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328415783844151378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SfJV7JudgFI/AAAAAAAABBQ/wJBpUi6Fsgs/s320/DSC_0070.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SfJV67rMSxI/AAAAAAAABBI/T1Qjm1Y_1zM/s1600-h/DSC_0033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328415780072344338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SfJV67rMSxI/AAAAAAAABBI/T1Qjm1Y_1zM/s320/DSC_0033.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If I heard pony once, I heard it 1,000 times. This kid wanted a pony party and she wanted it bad! So since we had never done anything extremely grand for her parties before and Isaac has had more than his fair share of birthday blow outs, I decided 5 was a good age to just go all out! I called and set up the ponies and this crazy birthday planning began. First off, our yard is a mess, so I put Phillip right to work, fixing our deck, removing old stumps from the yard, cutting grass, hauling out old stuff from under the deck, preassure washing, that poor man was just beat. The things you do for these kids:) Finally, after a reschedule because of rain, the pony party day came. It was everything she had dreamed of! Two ponies, farm animals to pet, a homemade pony cake, and lots of people who love her! We have some of the best friends in the world and they pulled on thier boots and came out to join us! We all had a really awesome time! When it was all over with and everybody had gone home, she looked at me and said "Thanks for working so hard on my party mama, it was a perfect day"........totally worth it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5728840130907092569-5703856711865116147?l=gillispieblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gillispieblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5703856711865116147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5728840130907092569&amp;postID=5703856711865116147' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728840130907092569/posts/default/5703856711865116147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728840130907092569/posts/default/5703856711865116147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gillispieblog.blogspot.com/2009/04/avris-pony-party.html' title='Avri&apos;s Pony Party'/><author><name>Gillispie Blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SfJlRILhpjI/AAAAAAAABCQ/M5L_Fz9tx5M/s72-c/DSC_0148.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5728840130907092569.post-4600155473472217587</id><published>2009-04-24T16:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T16:50:13.191-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We finally got a peice of the pie!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SfJPYnS6IbI/AAAAAAAABBA/h4Bf3MsoBrM/s1600-h/DSC_0023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328408593416462770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SfJPYnS6IbI/AAAAAAAABBA/h4Bf3MsoBrM/s320/DSC_0023.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SfJPYeK9TOI/AAAAAAAABA4/kQIxgqRWz50/s1600-h/DSC_0018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328408590967196898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SfJPYeK9TOI/AAAAAAAABA4/kQIxgqRWz50/s320/DSC_0018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SfJPYEKup3I/AAAAAAAABAw/IujQA6AWyq8/s1600-h/DSC_0017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328408583986915186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SfJPYEKup3I/AAAAAAAABAw/IujQA6AWyq8/s320/DSC_0017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SfJPX7D3zMI/AAAAAAAABAo/VfC_V9augVc/s1600-h/DSC_0016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328408581542235330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SfJPX7D3zMI/AAAAAAAABAo/VfC_V9augVc/s320/DSC_0016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So after two long years with a patch on my ceiling (I won't name any names;), I finally have them repaired!!!! It has been a long time comin girls and I am thrilled. And to top it all off, I finally got some new furniture!!! We have had the same beautiful burgandy leather set since the day with got married and I finally got an upgrade! I feel like the Jefferson's...we are movin' on up! Check it out and tell me what you think!!! I hate the stripes, so I am covering some of the pillows wtih fabric my sweet and oh so chic friend Marie helped me pick out! I am doing some curtains in that paisley too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5728840130907092569-4600155473472217587?l=gillispieblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gillispieblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4600155473472217587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5728840130907092569&amp;postID=4600155473472217587' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728840130907092569/posts/default/4600155473472217587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728840130907092569/posts/default/4600155473472217587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gillispieblog.blogspot.com/2009/04/we-finally-got-peice-of-pie.html' title='We finally got a peice of the pie!'/><author><name>Gillispie Blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SfJPYnS6IbI/AAAAAAAABBA/h4Bf3MsoBrM/s72-c/DSC_0023.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5728840130907092569.post-2414751925043419824</id><published>2009-04-24T16:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T16:40:21.073-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh snap!</title><content type='html'>Oh Snap!, I just like to say that...it has been forever since I blogged or read any (don't hate me) so stay tuned.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5728840130907092569-2414751925043419824?l=gillispieblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gillispieblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2414751925043419824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5728840130907092569&amp;postID=2414751925043419824' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728840130907092569/posts/default/2414751925043419824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728840130907092569/posts/default/2414751925043419824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gillispieblog.blogspot.com/2009/04/oh-snap.html' title='Oh snap!'/><author><name>Gillispie Blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5728840130907092569.post-8930089993245829094</id><published>2009-03-31T21:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T21:41:51.709-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Prayers of a child</title><content type='html'>There is something about listening to my children's prayers at night that just fills me up to the brim with joy.  Tonight was one of those sweet prayers that I wanted to jot down before my febal mind forgot it.  Avri was praying tonight and as she always does, she asked God to bless each family member by name, her friends, her animals and then out of the blue she says "And God, please bless the ponies that are coming to my party (birthday) with the strength to give us a ride and still enjoy my party.  Please let them know that we are thankful for them."  It was just so sweet and it made me proud!  I could take a lesson from her.  So often I pray for strength for myself, whether it be physical, spiritual, or emotional, and never think to pray for the strength of others.  So tonight, I am praying for the strength of all my friends and family whatever thier circumstance..........from the mouth of babes.........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5728840130907092569-8930089993245829094?l=gillispieblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gillispieblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8930089993245829094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5728840130907092569&amp;postID=8930089993245829094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728840130907092569/posts/default/8930089993245829094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728840130907092569/posts/default/8930089993245829094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gillispieblog.blogspot.com/2009/03/prayers-of-child.html' title='Prayers of a child'/><author><name>Gillispie Blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5728840130907092569.post-736061027355698573</id><published>2009-03-24T08:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T08:32:00.902-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday to my darling daughter!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/Scj8duliU-I/AAAAAAAAA9g/mGBjTizd1_g/s1600-h/DSC_0009-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316776947762746338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/Scj8duliU-I/AAAAAAAAA9g/mGBjTizd1_g/s320/DSC_0009-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;5 years ago today, I met my daughter. The way that she entered the world would be a small glimpse into the personality of this little girl. She raced to get here the day she was born, two weeks to early and in record time compared to her brother (4 hours). From the moment she breathed in her first breath she let us know exactly how she felt. She screamed from the moment she was born until the moment that she was finally cleaned up and dressed like a lady should be! Til this day, she is exactly the same. She can't wait to do all the things that the big girls do and she will let you know what she thinks wheather you want to hear it or not. Although it can be a challange at times, I love that she is so sure of herself, confident, and enjoys just being Avri.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Avri has changed my life in so many ways. She makes me want to be a woman that she can model herself after. I want her to grow up and know that though I was not perfect that I wanted to teach her most of all how much God loves her and that this life is meant to serve him. I want her to know that beauty really is just skin deep and that the beauty of your heart will continue to shine despite the lines and gray hair. And I want her to know that she has made my life so amazing and that her little smile and silly laugh has turned this world upside down in the most wonderful way:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Avri, I hope you always remember what this day represents not only for you, but for your entire family! We love you so much and cannot wait to see the amazing life that God has in store for you! You are fearfully and wonderfully made!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mamma&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5728840130907092569-736061027355698573?l=gillispieblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gillispieblog.blogspot.com/feeds/736061027355698573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5728840130907092569&amp;postID=736061027355698573' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728840130907092569/posts/default/736061027355698573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728840130907092569/posts/default/736061027355698573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gillispieblog.blogspot.com/2009/03/happy-birthday-to-my-darling-daughter.html' title='Happy Birthday to my darling daughter!'/><author><name>Gillispie Blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/Scj8duliU-I/AAAAAAAAA9g/mGBjTizd1_g/s72-c/DSC_0009-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5728840130907092569.post-4266715194869574268</id><published>2009-03-12T19:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T19:46:10.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Put away those guns at dinner!</title><content type='html'>Tonight at the dinner table, I noticed Isaac looking at his arms.  I mouthed to Phillip not to say anything because if he knew we were watching, he would have stopped immediately.  Then I saw him raising up his sleeves and pushing on his "Muscles".  He whips his head around and says "Have you seen how big my muscles are getting?"  I, of course, responded "Absolutely!"  He gave me a big smile and went right back to his dinner.  What I wouldn't give to know what is running through that beautiful mind all day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5728840130907092569-4266715194869574268?l=gillispieblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gillispieblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4266715194869574268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5728840130907092569&amp;postID=4266715194869574268' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728840130907092569/posts/default/4266715194869574268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728840130907092569/posts/default/4266715194869574268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gillispieblog.blogspot.com/2009/03/put-away-those-guns-at-dinner.html' title='Put away those guns at dinner!'/><author><name>Gillispie Blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5728840130907092569.post-5238096878212754544</id><published>2009-03-08T15:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T16:13:14.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Phillip!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SbROVtSw_iI/AAAAAAAAA9A/TDNYTwlTzVY/s1600-h/New+Pic+11-4-2006+036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310955995419180578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SbROVtSw_iI/AAAAAAAAA9A/TDNYTwlTzVY/s320/New+Pic+11-4-2006+036.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;30 years ago today, my husband was born!  It amazes me when I sit and think that before he and I were even born that God had already planned out this life for us.  I am so thankful for this man.  He is and will always be the love of my life.  I love that he still makes me feel like the prettiest girl in the room, I love that when he walks in the door he is running wild with the kids, I love that he loves God above anything else, and I love that he has never been unsatisfied with who he is.  It is funny to hear people describe him and I just kind of have to laugh within myself.  I know that nobody in this world knows the Phillip that I know.  Those wonderful parts of himself that he only shares with me (I know I am leaving this wide open for some jokes, but I am serious).  He is absolutely the most amazing husband and father and we could not be more proud of him!  Happy 30th Birthday Daddy!  We look forward to every day that follows.....You are our hero!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Misty, Isaac, and Avri!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5728840130907092569-5238096878212754544?l=gillispieblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gillispieblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5238096878212754544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5728840130907092569&amp;postID=5238096878212754544' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728840130907092569/posts/default/5238096878212754544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728840130907092569/posts/default/5238096878212754544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gillispieblog.blogspot.com/2009/03/happy-birthday-phillip.html' title='Happy Birthday Phillip!'/><author><name>Gillispie Blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SbROVtSw_iI/AAAAAAAAA9A/TDNYTwlTzVY/s72-c/New+Pic+11-4-2006+036.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5728840130907092569.post-4869319007021627021</id><published>2009-02-20T09:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T09:53:45.354-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends</title><content type='html'>This week my life seems to be filled with the thought of friends.  Why they come and go, how relationships can change, and how something so simple can suddenly become so hard.  I24 have really had to take a deep look at who I am as a friend and what kind of friend I am teaching my children to be.  I have prayed all week for a little wisdom on the subject and this morning while I was spending some time with the Lord, it seemed so clear what he wanted me to learn.  Proverbs 18:24  A man who has friends must himself be friendly, But there is a friend who sticks closer than a brother.  I can tend to ignore the best friend I will ever have, Jesus.  I worry so much about improving or repairing my earthly relationships that I forget to nurture my  relationship with him.  If my friendship with Jesus is not solid then I can't be who I need to be for others.  I'm like duh, how did I miss that!  Matthew 6:33 says But, seek first the Kingdom of God and His righteousness, and all these things shall be added to you.  I can't have God playing second fiddle and expect him to bless the relationships that I have put before him.  It just does not work like that.  My relationship with him has to come first period, before Husband, before children, before friends.  I mean he already told me if I would focus on him that he would take care of that other stuff anyway so it is a win, win, win situation.  Thank you Lord for giving me a little thump on the head when I need it and I need it alot:0&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5728840130907092569-4869319007021627021?l=gillispieblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gillispieblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4869319007021627021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5728840130907092569&amp;postID=4869319007021627021' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728840130907092569/posts/default/4869319007021627021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728840130907092569/posts/default/4869319007021627021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gillispieblog.blogspot.com/2009/02/friends.html' title='Friends'/><author><name>Gillispie Blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5728840130907092569.post-6689029762776006971</id><published>2009-02-10T19:15:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T19:24:31.101-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My cup runneth over...</title><content type='html'>I have this verse posted in my kitchen and as I cleaned up today and glanced at it, I realized just how true it is.  God has really just filled me up to the brim and I am so unworthy.  He has placed my family in a position that I am able to raise my children at home.  We are all healthy.  I have all of my family close by me.  God has restored friendships that I thought were lost forever and strengthened them into something so much better than they were before.  I have a husband who loves God and serves him, he is such an inspiration to me.  My kids are amazing.  And best of all, I am a child of the King.  Thank you Lord for loving my crazy tail!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5728840130907092569-6689029762776006971?l=gillispieblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gillispieblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6689029762776006971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5728840130907092569&amp;postID=6689029762776006971' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728840130907092569/posts/default/6689029762776006971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728840130907092569/posts/default/6689029762776006971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gillispieblog.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-cup-runneth-over.html' title='My cup runneth over...'/><author><name>Gillispie Blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5728840130907092569.post-3330017916385079012</id><published>2009-01-15T04:56:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T05:00:21.472-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is he trying to tell me something???</title><content type='html'>So, I am in the living room last night listening carefully to Isaac reading his worksheet sentences aloud to himself and then correcting them.  I was so pleased that he had not yet called out "Mom, I need your help" and was breezing through the problems.  Then I heard him say alound the next sentance......"My shirt is wrinkled."  I waited to hear which letters needed to be capitalized or if there was a period or question mark and I hear him say..........."  Wow, like that is a big shock!"  Ouch, Angelle I may need some ironing lessons.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5728840130907092569-3330017916385079012?l=gillispieblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gillispieblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3330017916385079012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5728840130907092569&amp;postID=3330017916385079012' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728840130907092569/posts/default/3330017916385079012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728840130907092569/posts/default/3330017916385079012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gillispieblog.blogspot.com/2009/01/is-he-trying-to-tell-me-something.html' title='Is he trying to tell me something???'/><author><name>Gillispie Blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5728840130907092569.post-4970698213230459266</id><published>2009-01-09T11:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T11:25:24.939-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SWehGUcG8LI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/hQi1xwBHXW0/s1600-h/DSC_0041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289373417307828402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SWehGUcG8LI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/hQi1xwBHXW0/s320/DSC_0041.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SWehGKtXGrI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/dPbS4ovYZZM/s1600-h/DSC_0066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289373414695836338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SWehGKtXGrI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/dPbS4ovYZZM/s320/DSC_0066.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SWehFrH12cI/AAAAAAAAA6I/Q3djIr6Ikv0/s1600-h/DSC_0073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289373406216968642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SWehFrH12cI/AAAAAAAAA6I/Q3djIr6Ikv0/s320/DSC_0073.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SWehFZhJtwI/AAAAAAAAA6A/OJIVINXTbPg/s1600-h/DSC_0077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289373401491289858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SWehFZhJtwI/AAAAAAAAA6A/OJIVINXTbPg/s320/DSC_0077.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SWehEr67MJI/AAAAAAAAA54/uJZKcX2_iK4/s1600-h/DSC_0029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289373389251358866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SWehEr67MJI/AAAAAAAAA54/uJZKcX2_iK4/s320/DSC_0029.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SWefY9caNVI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/N0Npb6AFWnM/s1600-h/DSC_0021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SWefY9caNVI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/N0Npb6AFWnM/s320/DSC_0021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SWefZNA4mqI/AAAAAAAAA5g/VJt3PVL7hmA/s1600-h/DSC_0022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SWefZNA4mqI/AAAAAAAAA5g/VJt3PVL7hmA/s320/DSC_0022.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SWefZfVTnbI/AAAAAAAAA5o/mIiJHP9gdc8/s1600-h/DSC_0056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SWefZfVTnbI/AAAAAAAAA5o/mIiJHP9gdc8/s320/DSC_0056.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SWefZXIpgNI/AAAAAAAAA5w/IiAmxbqL220/s1600-h/DSC_0060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SWefZXIpgNI/AAAAAAAAA5w/IiAmxbqL220/s320/DSC_0060.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;Eversince I got married Christmas Eve has always been shared with my parents. My sister and our families pack up our bags and spend Christmas Eve night with my parents. We all spend the night and wake up to Santa and breakfast the next morning. Each year before we begin tearing into our gifts, my Dad reads us the Christmas Story and we remind ourselves what an important day this symbolizes, the birth of our Savior. We exchange gifts and spend the rest of the night sharing memories, watching movies, and just enjoying our time together. It is a tradition that I cherish and look forward to every year. Oh, and this year we added DreamLand ribs to the mix!!! I am so blessed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/5728840130907092569-4970698213230459266?l=gillispieblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gillispieblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4970698213230459266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5728840130907092569&amp;postID=4970698213230459266' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728840130907092569/posts/default/4970698213230459266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728840130907092569/posts/default/4970698213230459266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gillispieblog.blogspot.com/2009/01/christmas-2008.html' title='Christmas 2008'/><author><name>Gillispie Blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SWehGUcG8LI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/hQi1xwBHXW0/s72-c/DSC_0041.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5728840130907092569.post-4374175670400618005</id><published>2009-01-09T10:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T10:57:57.429-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't you feel the love?!?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SWeeNA2BjLI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/D8C9LPaH5XE/s1600-h/CSC_0150.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SWeeNA2BjLI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/D8C9LPaH5XE/s320/CSC_0150.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5728840130907092569-4374175670400618005?l=gillispieblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gillispieblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4374175670400618005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5728840130907092569&amp;postID=4374175670400618005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728840130907092569/posts/default/4374175670400618005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728840130907092569/posts/default/4374175670400618005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gillispieblog.blogspot.com/2009/01/cant-you-feel-love.html' title='Can&apos;t you feel the love?!?!'/><author><name>Gillispie Blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SWeeNA2BjLI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/D8C9LPaH5XE/s72-c/CSC_0150.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5728840130907092569.post-4781813315821296655</id><published>2009-01-09T10:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T10:55:54.541-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas breakfast and coal for the bad boys!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SWedt1s-C-I/AAAAAAAAA4w/IvaoVbjAk6w/s1600-h/DSC_0088.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SWedt1s-C-I/AAAAAAAAA4w/IvaoVbjAk6w/s320/DSC_0088.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SWeduEsh04I/AAAAAAAAA44/gDBBKwST-5g/s1600-h/DSC_0089.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SWeduEsh04I/AAAAAAAAA44/gDBBKwST-5g/s320/DSC_0089.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SWeducRtN3I/AAAAAAAAA5A/Zgi0bQa-Ync/s1600-h/DSC_0090.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SWeducRtN3I/AAAAAAAAA5A/Zgi0bQa-Ync/s320/DSC_0090.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SWeduazivFI/AAAAAAAAA5I/wyW32bVTZ9s/s1600-h/DSC_0091.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SWeduazivFI/AAAAAAAAA5I/wyW32bVTZ9s/s320/DSC_0091.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;Every Christmas morning we wake up to the smell of eggs, bacon, pancakes, sausage, buiscuits...you get the picture, all prepared by my husband.  It has become a tradition and he always makes a delcious feast for us all.  This Christmas was no different, although Isaac did have a special treat for his dad and uncle Bobby.  He pulled a prank on them and gave them a bag full of coal from Santa.  My sister helped him to devise this scheme and it worked perfectly.  Isaac got such a kick out of it and so did we!&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5728840130907092569-4781813315821296655?l=gillispieblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gillispieblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4781813315821296655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5728840130907092569&amp;postID=4781813315821296655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728840130907092569/posts/default/4781813315821296655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728840130907092569/posts/default/4781813315821296655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gillispieblog.blogspot.com/2009/01/christmas-breakfast-and-coal-for-bad.html' title='Christmas breakfast and coal for the bad boys!'/><author><name>Gillispie Blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SWedt1s-C-I/AAAAAAAAA4w/IvaoVbjAk6w/s72-c/DSC_0088.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5728840130907092569.post-7571427018762707402</id><published>2009-01-09T10:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T10:51:47.517-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks Daddy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SWecwgyPubI/AAAAAAAAA4o/P1MGPaBtB4I/s1600-h/DSC_0098.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SWecwgyPubI/AAAAAAAAA4o/P1MGPaBtB4I/s320/DSC_0098.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isaac recieved this Lego 4 million peice Spiderman set for Christmas.  Of course he needed to have it assembeled as soon as we returned home from my mother's house.  Even though he had been up the whole night before and early that morning cooking my whole family breakfast, my sweet husband spent the next almost 3 hours constructing the spiderman city for him.  Didn't he do an awsome job!!!  Thanks Daddy!&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5728840130907092569-7571427018762707402?l=gillispieblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gillispieblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7571427018762707402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5728840130907092569&amp;postID=7571427018762707402' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728840130907092569/posts/default/7571427018762707402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728840130907092569/posts/default/7571427018762707402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gillispieblog.blogspot.com/2009/01/thanks-daddy.html' title='Thanks Daddy!'/><author><name>Gillispie Blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SWecwgyPubI/AAAAAAAAA4o/P1MGPaBtB4I/s72-c/DSC_0098.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5728840130907092569.post-2763000207090180100</id><published>2009-01-09T10:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T10:49:17.444-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is there a doctor in the house?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SWecKrPXcFI/AAAAAAAAA4I/M_TUxQ_x2D8/s1600-h/DSC_0174.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SWecKrPXcFI/AAAAAAAAA4I/M_TUxQ_x2D8/s320/DSC_0174.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SWecKzHocSI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/RGY9XaedYQk/s1600-h/DSC_0175.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SWecKzHocSI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/RGY9XaedYQk/s320/DSC_0175.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SWecKwNNlgI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/Z0Jz4Mcworc/s1600-h/DSC_0176.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SWecKwNNlgI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/Z0Jz4Mcworc/s320/DSC_0176.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SWecLYZa0CI/AAAAAAAAA4g/1vMXxfUhe18/s1600-h/DSC_0173.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SWecLYZa0CI/AAAAAAAAA4g/1vMXxfUhe18/s320/DSC_0173.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;After caring for kitty and elephant all day Avri and Mark decided it was time for thier check up!  They took turns being nurses and doctors and at one point decided to both be nurses so I was asked to fill in as physician.  It was very cute.  Mark wrapped the blood pressure cuff around the elephant trunk and Avri listened for the kitty heartbeat on it's butt.  If either of them ends up in medical school let's hope they have cleared those issues up:)&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5728840130907092569-2763000207090180100?l=gillispieblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gillispieblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2763000207090180100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5728840130907092569&amp;postID=2763000207090180100' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728840130907092569/posts/default/2763000207090180100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728840130907092569/posts/default/2763000207090180100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gillispieblog.blogspot.com/2009/01/is-there-doctor-in-house.html' title='Is there a doctor in the house?'/><author><name>Gillispie Blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SWecKrPXcFI/AAAAAAAAA4I/M_TUxQ_x2D8/s72-c/DSC_0174.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5728840130907092569.post-8495482342750605660</id><published>2009-01-09T10:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T10:43:08.627-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tea for 2!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SWeauuQ3MUI/AAAAAAAAA3o/pbdxZS6KHLk/s1600-h/DSC_0143.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SWeauuQ3MUI/AAAAAAAAA3o/pbdxZS6KHLk/s320/DSC_0143.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SWeau-wGXSI/AAAAAAAAA3w/3g4ETMc9DPU/s1600-h/DSC_0144.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SWeau-wGXSI/AAAAAAAAA3w/3g4ETMc9DPU/s320/DSC_0144.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SWeau4HNWeI/AAAAAAAAA34/U57TJq-T3ds/s1600-h/DSC_0145.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SWeau4HNWeI/AAAAAAAAA34/U57TJq-T3ds/s320/DSC_0145.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SWeavKVPu6I/AAAAAAAAA4A/KGKDeMHynL0/s1600-h/DSC_0147.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SWeavKVPu6I/AAAAAAAAA4A/KGKDeMHynL0/s320/DSC_0147.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;Avri has had this tea set for probably about two years and never wanted to play with it.  When Lily came over and said she was ready to play tea party Avri jumped right into the role of "tea hostess"  It is amazing what you can get kids to eat when you are pretending they are crumpets.  They ate like 4 boxes of raisens!  It was very cute and lots of fun!&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5728840130907092569-8495482342750605660?l=gillispieblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gillispieblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8495482342750605660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5728840130907092569&amp;postID=8495482342750605660' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728840130907092569/posts/default/8495482342750605660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728840130907092569/posts/default/8495482342750605660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gillispieblog.blogspot.com/2009/01/tea-for-2.html' title='Tea for 2!'/><author><name>Gillispie Blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SWeauuQ3MUI/AAAAAAAAA3o/pbdxZS6KHLk/s72-c/DSC_0143.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5728840130907092569.post-3269036127585689790</id><published>2009-01-09T10:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T10:03:17.494-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goofy girls..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SWeRYmD6_mI/AAAAAAAAA3I/cpEEHONd800/s1600-h/CSC_0171.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SWeRYmD6_mI/AAAAAAAAA3I/cpEEHONd800/s320/CSC_0171.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SWeRY2pr1mI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/9fgwheC6CVU/s1600-h/DSC_0157.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SWeRY2pr1mI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/9fgwheC6CVU/s320/DSC_0157.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SWeRZFzzcEI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/sdPqkVFhAEk/s1600-h/DSC_0165.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SWeRZFzzcEI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/sdPqkVFhAEk/s320/DSC_0165.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SWeRZbH2PBI/AAAAAAAAA3g/0L88WSduUc8/s1600-h/DSC_0166.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SWeRZbH2PBI/AAAAAAAAA3g/0L88WSduUc8/s320/DSC_0166.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since Isaac decided to swallow a battery on the night that Sherry and I were suppose to go out to exchance Christmas gifts, we gave it a second shot and had a girls night out to Stix!  YUMMMMM!  We had such a fun time eating delicious food, messing with the waiter (all Sherry) and ending the night with some awsome clearance shopping.  Had Sherry not ignored me as I choked on a peice of rice the evening would have been perfect;)  What are friends for?&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5728840130907092569-3269036127585689790?l=gillispieblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gillispieblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3269036127585689790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5728840130907092569&amp;postID=3269036127585689790' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728840130907092569/posts/default/3269036127585689790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728840130907092569/posts/default/3269036127585689790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gillispieblog.blogspot.com/2009/01/goofy-girls.html' title='Goofy girls..'/><author><name>Gillispie Blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SWeRYmD6_mI/AAAAAAAAA3I/cpEEHONd800/s72-c/CSC_0171.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5728840130907092569.post-5238191841027228003</id><published>2009-01-09T09:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T09:59:40.083-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A work of art!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SWeQi3VW7rI/AAAAAAAAA3A/u-2ZasCYyHs/s1600-h/DSC_0169.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SWeQi3VW7rI/AAAAAAAAA3A/u-2ZasCYyHs/s320/DSC_0169.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year, a local artist by the name of Mike Wooten asked Isaac to pose for a series of childrens paintings that he was doing.  We agreed and thought it would be fun to see a painting of our little "work of art".  When he was done with the painting, I was just floored.  It is amazing what this man can do with his hands, what a talent!  After he used it for a gallery showing, he was kind enough to give us the painting.  I will cherish it forever!!!&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5728840130907092569-5238191841027228003?l=gillispieblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gillispieblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5238191841027228003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5728840130907092569&amp;postID=5238191841027228003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728840130907092569/posts/default/5238191841027228003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728840130907092569/posts/default/5238191841027228003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gillispieblog.blogspot.com/2009/01/work-of-art.html' title='A work of art!'/><author><name>Gillispie Blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SWeQi3VW7rI/AAAAAAAAA3A/u-2ZasCYyHs/s72-c/DSC_0169.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5728840130907092569.post-5093964909465411886</id><published>2009-01-09T09:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T09:56:24.515-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My little baker</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SWePxhIs7GI/AAAAAAAAA2o/WWDSNzJ8dWU/s1600-h/DSC_0177.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SWePxhIs7GI/AAAAAAAAA2o/WWDSNzJ8dWU/s320/DSC_0177.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SWePxooMhLI/AAAAAAAAA2w/_o9m4Sgy0tA/s1600-h/DSC_0178.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SWePxooMhLI/AAAAAAAAA2w/_o9m4Sgy0tA/s320/DSC_0178.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SWePx4h-wKI/AAAAAAAAA24/AH1MBiZIE6A/s1600-h/DSC_0179.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SWePx4h-wKI/AAAAAAAAA24/AH1MBiZIE6A/s320/DSC_0179.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;Avri got this baking set for Christmas and could not wait to make some cookies for her Daddy and brother.  She did a great job and they tasted delicious.  I am going to show her these pictures in about 20 years when she calls me complaining about having to cook for her family:)&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5728840130907092569-5093964909465411886?l=gillispieblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gillispieblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5093964909465411886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5728840130907092569&amp;postID=5093964909465411886' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728840130907092569/posts/default/5093964909465411886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728840130907092569/posts/default/5093964909465411886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gillispieblog.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-little-baker.html' title='My little baker'/><author><name>Gillispie Blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SWePxhIs7GI/AAAAAAAAA2o/WWDSNzJ8dWU/s72-c/DSC_0177.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5728840130907092569.post-498581761020208748</id><published>2008-12-29T22:08:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T22:09:32.061-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Isaac update</title><content type='html'>Just wanted to update everybody and let them know that Isaac is battery free and doing well.  It took him until Friday night, but he finally got rid of that battery.  Thanks for all of the calls, emails, and prayers!  I truely have some AWSOME friends.  I love ya'll!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5728840130907092569-498581761020208748?l=gillispieblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gillispieblog.blogspot.com/feeds/498581761020208748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5728840130907092569&amp;postID=498581761020208748' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728840130907092569/posts/default/498581761020208748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728840130907092569/posts/default/498581761020208748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gillispieblog.blogspot.com/2008/12/isaac-update.html' title='Isaac update'/><author><name>Gillispie Blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5728840130907092569.post-7886516587960413771</id><published>2008-12-29T20:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T21:41:23.379-08:00</updated><title type='text'>One things for certain....</title><content type='html'>With the New Year at hand, my mind has been filled with memories from the past year and curiosity of what 2009 will bring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2008 was a tough one for me.....  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I renewed old friendships and made peace with those I had to let go. &lt;br /&gt;2. I learned that little boys don't stay little for long.&lt;br /&gt;3. I saw my husband truly proud of himself for probably the first time ever (he never thinks he is good enough).&lt;br /&gt;4. I came to realize that "normal" is just a word and something I hope my children never grow up to be.  After all, the Bible says we are a peculiar people:)&lt;br /&gt;5.  I got to be there with my best friend before her mother began her battle against breast cancer.  She and the Lord beat that cancer to a pulp!&lt;br /&gt;6. I discovered Avri really is to big to be carried on my hip, though I still do it.&lt;br /&gt;7. I add a few more laugh lines to my collection.&lt;br /&gt;8. I celebrated 10 years of marriage.&lt;br /&gt;9.  I told my childhood home goodbye and welcomed my parent's to the neighborhood.&lt;br /&gt;10.  And I know that each year brings me closer to my final goal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking forward to 2009 can bring its anxieties... my little girl heading off to Kindergarten is a big one for me and each year Isaac's questions become harder and harder to answer.  Each year I am wondering if I am doing it right....don't we all.  As uncertain as the future is, one thing is for certain...God is there.  My Dad preached on these verses Sunday and it gave me such a peace.  A peace of knowing that no matter where this year takes me that God is ever present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psalm 139: 1-24.  Read it all, but here are some of the verses that really spoke to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.O Lord, You have searched me and known me.  2.You know my sitting down and my rising up: You understand my thought afar off.  3.  You comprehend my path and my lying down, And are acquainted with all my ways.  4.  For there is not a word on my tongue, But behold, O Lord, You know it altogether.  5.  You have hedged me behind and before, And laid your hand upon me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17: How precious also are Your thoughts to me, O God!  How great is the sum of them!  18.  If I should count them, they would be more in number than the sand; When I awake, I am still with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What an assurance to know that God is with me every step of the way.  My Father, my Comforter, my Savior, my Friend.  I just pray that if you don't have that assurance that you would ask Jesus into your heart.  Better than that, I hope he will make your bed a bed of rocks until you do!  I say that out of Love because we all need a savior!  That is one thing that I thank my parents most for.  They built me up like nobody's business.  They told me I was the prettiest, the funniest, the most talented kid on this earth, but they also told me that if I did not have Jesus as my Savior that I was just a pretty, funny, talented lost sinner.  Now I am a pretty, funny, talented sinner saved by his Grace!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what he says to himself when he thinks of me.... I imagine something like "Didn't I just get her out of a fix" or "You just promised you would not ask for anything else" or "She just can't keep that trap of hers shut".  I think that is probably one of those things I will ask....."What were you thinking when you threw all this together and made me?"  HA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, enough with my ramblings... Have a wonderful New Year and remember me and mine when you pray:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5728840130907092569-7886516587960413771?l=gillispieblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gillispieblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7886516587960413771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5728840130907092569&amp;postID=7886516587960413771' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728840130907092569/posts/default/7886516587960413771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728840130907092569/posts/default/7886516587960413771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gillispieblog.blogspot.com/2008/12/one-things-for-certain.html' title='One things for certain....'/><author><name>Gillispie Blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5728840130907092569.post-8713530874992299845</id><published>2008-12-24T12:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T12:23:04.974-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Earning thier keep</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SVKaJ5a82oI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/SyHQdO0Mx4E/s1600-h/DSC_0022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SVKaJ5a82oI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/SyHQdO0Mx4E/s320/DSC_0022.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SVKaKI822LI/AAAAAAAAA2g/tDV4qO6hSiM/s1600-h/DSC_0021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SVKaKI822LI/AAAAAAAAA2g/tDV4qO6hSiM/s320/DSC_0021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The older they get, the more these kids mess up!  So, to help offset thier messiness, I taught them to vaccuum.  They did a great job and it will now be expected of them.  One life skill down, thousands to go.....&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5728840130907092569-8713530874992299845?l=gillispieblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gillispieblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8713530874992299845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5728840130907092569&amp;postID=8713530874992299845' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728840130907092569/posts/default/8713530874992299845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728840130907092569/posts/default/8713530874992299845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gillispieblog.blogspot.com/2008/12/earning-thier-keep.html' title='Earning thier keep'/><author><name>Gillispie Blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SVKaJ5a82oI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/SyHQdO0Mx4E/s72-c/DSC_0022.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5728840130907092569.post-4505130426611957635</id><published>2008-12-24T11:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T11:22:49.723-08:00</updated><title type='text'>COokie Swap</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SVKMByHiJSI/AAAAAAAAA14/Us1l2CLkE38/s1600-h/DSC_0037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SVKMByHiJSI/AAAAAAAAA14/Us1l2CLkE38/s320/DSC_0037.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SVKMCAxFiRI/AAAAAAAAA2A/0dtrYZxPnnE/s1600-h/DSC_0056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SVKMCAxFiRI/AAAAAAAAA2A/0dtrYZxPnnE/s320/DSC_0056.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SVKMCJFJIOI/AAAAAAAAA2I/i-E9cxuLCXk/s1600-h/DSC_0043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SVKMCJFJIOI/AAAAAAAAA2I/i-E9cxuLCXk/s320/DSC_0043.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SVKMCfIkj8I/AAAAAAAAA2Q/qC8DA3bZkVE/s1600-h/DSC_0041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SVKMCfIkj8I/AAAAAAAAA2Q/qC8DA3bZkVE/s320/DSC_0041.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my favorite Christmas traditions is a good ol fashion cookie swap.  My friends and I decided to put on our pjs, whip up some goodies, and stuff ourselves sick!  It was an awsome night, of laughing, eating, dirty santa, and telling stories of Christmas' past.  That picture of the dip will stick in my mind, it is some type loaded potatoe dip that Angelle made and that Sherry ate until way past its expiration.  What a fun night!!!&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5728840130907092569-4505130426611957635?l=gillispieblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gillispieblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4505130426611957635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5728840130907092569&amp;postID=4505130426611957635' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728840130907092569/posts/default/4505130426611957635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728840130907092569/posts/default/4505130426611957635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gillispieblog.blogspot.com/2008/12/cookie-swap.html' title='COokie Swap'/><author><name>Gillispie Blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SVKMByHiJSI/AAAAAAAAA14/Us1l2CLkE38/s72-c/DSC_0037.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5728840130907092569.post-7895284511804502001</id><published>2008-12-24T11:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T11:15:11.296-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My little energizer bunny (the battery story)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SVKKPpnSPRI/AAAAAAAAA1o/1ObQCNnkrJg/s1600-h/DSC_0242.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SVKKPpnSPRI/AAAAAAAAA1o/1ObQCNnkrJg/s320/DSC_0242.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SVKKPk0bZyI/AAAAAAAAA1w/xvxLrSREXM8/s1600-h/DSC_0241.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SVKKPk0bZyI/AAAAAAAAA1w/xvxLrSREXM8/s320/DSC_0241.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, as some of you know, Isaac decided to swallow a battery Monday night.  I am not sure what possed him to do this, but he says he was just playing with it and put it in his mouth and accidentally swallowed it.  Who knows, I thought by 8 we were done putting things in our mouths.  Anyway, after hearing what sounded like choking I jumped from the tub to see what was going on.  Isaac was coughing and proceeding to tell me he swallowed a battery.  I immediately went into panic mode.  I called 911 who told me to take him to the ER immediately.  On the way Phillip called poison control and met us there.  At the ER they x-rayed him and found the battery was already in his stomach, drew blood, and sent us home with laxitive to help the battery along.  Day 2, we were instructed back to the doctor for another x-ray to find that it had moved into his colon.  We are now at Day 3 for search and recover and still no battery.  If this battery is not out by Friday, we will be headed back to see what are next move is.  Once the battery is out we will be doing lead level tests to make sure he has not gotten lead poisening in this processes.  This is truely a Christmas I will never forget.  I don't think Isaac will be tasting batteries anymore, that silly kid!&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5728840130907092569-7895284511804502001?l=gillispieblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gillispieblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7895284511804502001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5728840130907092569&amp;postID=7895284511804502001' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728840130907092569/posts/default/7895284511804502001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728840130907092569/posts/default/7895284511804502001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gillispieblog.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-little-energizer-bunny-battery-story.html' title='My little energizer bunny (the battery story)'/><author><name>Gillispie Blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SVKKPpnSPRI/AAAAAAAAA1o/1ObQCNnkrJg/s72-c/DSC_0242.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5728840130907092569.post-5863378875594273023</id><published>2008-12-24T11:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T11:08:54.284-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cupcakes and friends!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SVKIwfIrz9I/AAAAAAAAA1I/Hs7dVqQzavc/s1600-h/DSC_0060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SVKIwfIrz9I/AAAAAAAAA1I/Hs7dVqQzavc/s320/DSC_0060.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SVKIw8QuyVI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/6WUtNv5n46I/s1600-h/DSC_0064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SVKIw8QuyVI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/6WUtNv5n46I/s320/DSC_0064.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SVKIxC7a3PI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/DRtKy04sYOI/s1600-h/DSC_0070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SVKIxC7a3PI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/DRtKy04sYOI/s320/DSC_0070.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SVKIxcQBRsI/AAAAAAAAA1g/aghZ2icoh5g/s1600-h/DSC_0100.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SVKIxcQBRsI/AAAAAAAAA1g/aghZ2icoh5g/s320/DSC_0100.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;Being so filled with the Christmas spirit, Avri and I decided to bring cupcakes to make with our buddies!  Avri, Lily, and Mark were the perfect little chefs as they cracked eggs (sherry's department), stired, and frosted.  It was really nice to have Sherry there with me as she is the get messy lady and I am the don't mess up your clothes lady.  We compliment eachother and made for a well rounded experience!  The cupcakes were yummy, but the best part was spending time with friends!&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5728840130907092569-5863378875594273023?l=gillispieblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gillispieblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5863378875594273023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5728840130907092569&amp;postID=5863378875594273023' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728840130907092569/posts/default/5863378875594273023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728840130907092569/posts/default/5863378875594273023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gillispieblog.blogspot.com/2008/12/cupcakes-and-friends.html' title='Cupcakes and friends!'/><author><name>Gillispie Blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SVKIwfIrz9I/AAAAAAAAA1I/Hs7dVqQzavc/s72-c/DSC_0060.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5728840130907092569.post-2401684491040958685</id><published>2008-12-24T11:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T11:03:57.477-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry manicure!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SVKHm4nUu-I/AAAAAAAAA0w/d_DlyFchluY/s1600-h/DSC_0104.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SVKHm4nUu-I/AAAAAAAAA0w/d_DlyFchluY/s320/DSC_0104.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SVKHnDXZXvI/AAAAAAAAA04/Li_seb7eixk/s1600-h/DSC_0116.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SVKHnDXZXvI/AAAAAAAAA04/Li_seb7eixk/s320/DSC_0116.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SVKHnHnN6RI/AAAAAAAAA1A/ymMcekeQYmY/s1600-h/DSC_0117.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SVKHnHnN6RI/AAAAAAAAA1A/ymMcekeQYmY/s320/DSC_0117.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;For a special Christmas treat, Avri and I went out to get manicures!  Avri picked out the red and white because she said it looked like a candy cane and they put sweet little gift filled stockings on her thumbs.  It was a very fun and festive way to spend the afternoon.  Avri is definately her mother's daughter!&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5728840130907092569-2401684491040958685?l=gillispieblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gillispieblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2401684491040958685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5728840130907092569&amp;postID=2401684491040958685' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728840130907092569/posts/default/2401684491040958685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728840130907092569/posts/default/2401684491040958685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gillispieblog.blogspot.com/2008/12/merry-manicure.html' title='Merry manicure!!!'/><author><name>Gillispie Blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SVKHm4nUu-I/AAAAAAAAA0w/d_DlyFchluY/s72-c/DSC_0104.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5728840130907092569.post-7140139087115378035</id><published>2008-12-24T11:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T11:00:53.114-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Company Christmas Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SVKG4Oe9B0I/AAAAAAAAA0Y/KRV4XEKe5TY/s1600-h/DSC_0112.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SVKG4Oe9B0I/AAAAAAAAA0Y/KRV4XEKe5TY/s320/DSC_0112.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SVKG4XkJS1I/AAAAAAAAA0g/bb4e_4PiIkw/s1600-h/DSC_0113.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SVKG4XkJS1I/AAAAAAAAA0g/bb4e_4PiIkw/s320/DSC_0113.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SVKG5CLGexI/AAAAAAAAA0o/EYbBITjGvUs/s1600-h/DSC_0114.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SVKG5CLGexI/AAAAAAAAA0o/EYbBITjGvUs/s320/DSC_0114.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;Here is Phillip and I on our way to his company Christmas party.  Aren't we a stunning couple:)  Picture 2 is just Phillip acting silly, I love using those against him.  More blogs to come....I am so behind!!!&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5728840130907092569-7140139087115378035?l=gillispieblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gillispieblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7140139087115378035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5728840130907092569&amp;postID=7140139087115378035' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728840130907092569/posts/default/7140139087115378035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728840130907092569/posts/default/7140139087115378035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gillispieblog.blogspot.com/2008/12/company-christmas-party.html' title='Company Christmas Party'/><author><name>Gillispie Blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SVKG4Oe9B0I/AAAAAAAAA0Y/KRV4XEKe5TY/s72-c/DSC_0112.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5728840130907092569.post-879672395262173550</id><published>2008-12-09T12:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T12:19:48.355-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back in the game:)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/ST7S4XRi2yI/AAAAAAAAAzg/2hOMWZ-kLIk/s1600-h/CSC_0041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/ST7S4XRi2yI/AAAAAAAAAzg/2hOMWZ-kLIk/s320/CSC_0041.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/ST7S4eymvUI/AAAAAAAAAzo/S4hPOK9Aucs/s1600-h/DSC_0021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/ST7S4eymvUI/AAAAAAAAAzo/S4hPOK9Aucs/s320/DSC_0021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/ST7S4nx1DlI/AAAAAAAAAzw/pdcpdRwWMEI/s1600-h/CSC_0040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/ST7S4nx1DlI/AAAAAAAAAzw/pdcpdRwWMEI/s320/CSC_0040.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/ST7S45wPNfI/AAAAAAAAAz4/x7I-PrpgcAs/s1600-h/DSC_0034-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/ST7S45wPNfI/AAAAAAAAAz4/x7I-PrpgcAs/s320/DSC_0034-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's back!!!  It is basketball season once again at Riverside Upward and we are ready to go!!!  Our first game was last Thursday night and the kids were running full court for the first time.  Those little boogers were exhaused when they were done and I was glad because it was 8:30 and bed time!  Isaac did an amazing job, though I had to discourage him from trash talkin the kid gaurding him, I think it went a little like "whatcha gonna do?"  "Bring it on buddy" and my favorite "You want sum of this?"  That is all his Daddy's doing.  Phillip is coaching again this year and I can always see a sparkle in his eye when he is out there with those kids.  I am sure it takes him right back to his High School days and he couldn't be happier to see that his little buddy loves the same sport he does.  Good Luck this year Isaac and go BULLS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5728840130907092569-879672395262173550?l=gillispieblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gillispieblog.blogspot.com/feeds/879672395262173550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5728840130907092569&amp;postID=879672395262173550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728840130907092569/posts/default/879672395262173550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728840130907092569/posts/default/879672395262173550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gillispieblog.blogspot.com/2008/12/back-in-game.html' title='Back in the game:)'/><author><name>Gillispie Blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/ST7S4XRi2yI/AAAAAAAAAzg/2hOMWZ-kLIk/s72-c/CSC_0041.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5728840130907092569.post-671483460783577658</id><published>2008-12-09T11:31:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T11:41:57.619-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Have yourself a "Lacy" little Christmas...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/ST7J5tvp3GI/AAAAAAAAAzA/SDyxKe6XZVM/s1600-h/DSC_0070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277877806693997666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/ST7J5tvp3GI/AAAAAAAAAzA/SDyxKe6XZVM/s320/DSC_0070.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/ST7J5amNWuI/AAAAAAAAAy4/QDI5JtsmQOo/s1600-h/DSC_0066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277877801554107106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/ST7J5amNWuI/AAAAAAAAAy4/QDI5JtsmQOo/s320/DSC_0066.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/ST7J4akEnFI/AAAAAAAAAyw/T6I_Nnni5_c/s1600-h/DSC_0064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277877784365276242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/ST7J4akEnFI/AAAAAAAAAyw/T6I_Nnni5_c/s320/DSC_0064.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/ST7JEADt-OI/AAAAAAAAAyo/koGTLvJvuQ4/s1600-h/DSC_0059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277876883897055458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/ST7JEADt-OI/AAAAAAAAAyo/koGTLvJvuQ4/s320/DSC_0059.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/ST7JD3pzJAI/AAAAAAAAAyg/CqzB-PkeG_c/s1600-h/DSC_0060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277876881640858626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/ST7JD3pzJAI/AAAAAAAAAyg/CqzB-PkeG_c/s320/DSC_0060.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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/ST7JDUY2eVI/AAAAAAAAAyY/Z5VgOJI5jDQ/s1600-h/DSC_0057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277876872174532946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/ST7JDUY2eVI/AAAAAAAAAyY/Z5VgOJI5jDQ/s320/DSC_0057.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This past weekend, me, Michelle and Angelle all headed down to meet up with your friend Lacy for a little Christmas celebration. We had such a great time eating, laughing, and exchanging some gifts. Lacy drew my name and got me this awsome "Vera" purse (I was a tiny bit excited). She is responsible for getting me hooked, so it is only fitting that she would help to finance my habit. It was so much fun, but of course it ended to quickly. Alright Lacy, when are we seeing you again!!! Ps, I have got to stop sitting next to Michelle, she makes me look like my skin is transparent!&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/5728840130907092569-671483460783577658?l=gillispieblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gillispieblog.blogspot.com/feeds/671483460783577658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5728840130907092569&amp;postID=671483460783577658' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728840130907092569/posts/default/671483460783577658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728840130907092569/posts/default/671483460783577658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gillispieblog.blogspot.com/2008/12/have-yourself-lacy-little-christmas.html' title='Have yourself a &quot;Lacy&quot; little Christmas...'/><author><name>Gillispie Blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/ST7J5tvp3GI/AAAAAAAAAzA/SDyxKe6XZVM/s72-c/DSC_0070.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5728840130907092569.post-1954461795042206378</id><published>2008-12-04T06:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T06:06:27.911-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Homework</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/STfj4uPHcuI/AAAAAAAAAw0/o8tNcbMCbPw/s1600-h/DSC_0035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/STfj4uPHcuI/AAAAAAAAAw0/o8tNcbMCbPw/s320/DSC_0035.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/STfj4soYO6I/AAAAAAAAAw8/qP2ZO9EDBOQ/s1600-h/DSC_0036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/STfj4soYO6I/AAAAAAAAAw8/qP2ZO9EDBOQ/s320/DSC_0036.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/STfj46IV9wI/AAAAAAAAAxE/7pHedmXB-zM/s1600-h/DSC_0037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/STfj46IV9wI/AAAAAAAAAxE/7pHedmXB-zM/s320/DSC_0037.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;If there is one thing I despised as a child, it was homework.  While playing with my camera, I caught Isaac doing his.  It is blog worthy since we spend at least an hour or more a night doing it together.  Isaac is great though, he just takes it one question at a time and though he may get a little frustrated he always works until he finds the answer.  Keep it up Isaac, only 9 more years of high school, 4 years of college, and then maybe medical school, law school, Masters...... well you will be done with homework one day:)&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5728840130907092569-1954461795042206378?l=gillispieblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gillispieblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1954461795042206378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5728840130907092569&amp;postID=1954461795042206378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728840130907092569/posts/default/1954461795042206378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728840130907092569/posts/default/1954461795042206378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gillispieblog.blogspot.com/2008/12/homework.html' title='Homework'/><author><name>Gillispie Blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/STfj4uPHcuI/AAAAAAAAAw0/o8tNcbMCbPw/s72-c/DSC_0035.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5728840130907092569.post-7034397292248979937</id><published>2008-12-04T05:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T06:00:12.656-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas time!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/STfiU1E4_zI/AAAAAAAAAws/3pRJdHDu8FM/s1600-h/DSC_0040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275934335960678194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/STfiU1E4_zI/AAAAAAAAAws/3pRJdHDu8FM/s320/DSC_0040.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/STfiUkDRNaI/AAAAAAAAAwk/qWl6lJSgyQY/s1600-h/DSC_0028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275934331390473634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/STfiUkDRNaI/AAAAAAAAAwk/qWl6lJSgyQY/s320/DSC_0028.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/STfiUdW8VXI/AAAAAAAAAwc/kD2HRvIcdFI/s1600-h/DSC_0026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275934329593943410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/STfiUdW8VXI/AAAAAAAAAwc/kD2HRvIcdFI/s320/DSC_0026.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/STfa86-XnWI/AAAAAAAAAwU/XYC-g7k8kgg/s1600-h/DSC_0025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275926228645682530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/STfa86-XnWI/AAAAAAAAAwU/XYC-g7k8kgg/s320/DSC_0025.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/STfa8hpLmcI/AAAAAAAAAwM/TXOISdbuhag/s1600-h/DSC_0024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275926221845928386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/STfa8hpLmcI/AAAAAAAAAwM/TXOISdbuhag/s320/DSC_0024.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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/STfa8FaCEhI/AAAAAAAAAwE/gWQ4fJ6w-KU/s1600-h/DSC_0022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275926214266196498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/STfa8FaCEhI/AAAAAAAAAwE/gWQ4fJ6w-KU/s320/DSC_0022.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/STfa7jWeWOI/AAAAAAAAAv8/akyzSxlSGRQ/s1600-h/DSC_0020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275926205124466914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/STfa7jWeWOI/AAAAAAAAAv8/akyzSxlSGRQ/s320/DSC_0020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is Christmas time at the Gillispie House and we had such a wonderful time getting our all of the lights, trees, wreaths, etc..... Here are some pics of the house. Please excuse my awful picture I did at Art Buzz. It was a cute picture, I just am no artist!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5728840130907092569-7034397292248979937?l=gillispieblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gillispieblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7034397292248979937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5728840130907092569&amp;postID=7034397292248979937' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728840130907092569/posts/default/7034397292248979937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728840130907092569/posts/default/7034397292248979937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gillispieblog.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-time.html' title='Christmas time!'/><author><name>Gillispie Blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/STfiU1E4_zI/AAAAAAAAAws/3pRJdHDu8FM/s72-c/DSC_0040.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5728840130907092569.post-4840215222728311288</id><published>2008-12-04T05:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T05:17:55.968-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You better work!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/STfYf0f3uXI/AAAAAAAAAvc/ge4lw1-QfDY/s1600-h/DSC_0013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/STfYf0f3uXI/AAAAAAAAAvc/ge4lw1-QfDY/s320/DSC_0013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/STfYgTL7bWI/AAAAAAAAAvk/8MJ84Cubjaw/s1600-h/DSC_0014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/STfYgTL7bWI/AAAAAAAAAvk/8MJ84Cubjaw/s320/DSC_0014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/STfYgiXrB8I/AAAAAAAAAvs/vlsZAzu3jfc/s1600-h/DSC_0016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/STfYgiXrB8I/AAAAAAAAAvs/vlsZAzu3jfc/s320/DSC_0016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/STfYgoyJucI/AAAAAAAAAv0/pcTOrtyGN9U/s1600-h/DSC_0017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/STfYgoyJucI/AAAAAAAAAv0/pcTOrtyGN9U/s320/DSC_0017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my NIKON today!!!!  Phillip agreed to use his modeling skills and pose for me so that I could practice.  He really missed his calling on the cat walk, don't you think?&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5728840130907092569-4840215222728311288?l=gillispieblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gillispieblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4840215222728311288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5728840130907092569&amp;postID=4840215222728311288' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728840130907092569/posts/default/4840215222728311288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728840130907092569/posts/default/4840215222728311288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gillispieblog.blogspot.com/2008/12/you-better-work.html' title='You better work!'/><author><name>Gillispie Blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/STfYf0f3uXI/AAAAAAAAAvc/ge4lw1-QfDY/s72-c/DSC_0013.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5728840130907092569.post-5143494782411010459</id><published>2008-11-29T20:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T20:18:32.934-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Praise</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/STIUFTb3NpI/AAAAAAAAAu8/PslTYk0ycOM/s1600-h/Picture+061.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/STIUFTb3NpI/AAAAAAAAAu8/PslTYk0ycOM/s320/Picture+061.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Tuesday before Thanksgiving my church always has a Thanksgiving service where we eat, sing, and hear a wonderful message.  This year's service was one I will never forget.  I was asked to sing and as I got up before the church and started my song I saw Isaac standing up with his little hands raised up to heaven, his head bowed, and his eyes closed.  It took everything in my to keep it together and with God's help I made it through.  When I got down and went to sit with Isaac I said.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:  "Isaac, were to praising God?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isaac:  "Yes, I was just thanking him for you because I love you so much." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Do you know what that means when you raise your hands like that to God?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isaac:  "Yes, it means that I love him and I want him to be proud of me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could not have asked for more than that.  It was truely one of those moments that will be with me forever.  Not as much for him expressing his love for me, but his love for God.  I pray he always has a desire to praise our Lord.&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5728840130907092569-5143494782411010459?l=gillispieblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gillispieblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5143494782411010459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5728840130907092569&amp;postID=5143494782411010459' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728840130907092569/posts/default/5143494782411010459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728840130907092569/posts/default/5143494782411010459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gillispieblog.blogspot.com/2008/11/praise.html' title='Praise'/><author><name>Gillispie Blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/STIUFTb3NpI/AAAAAAAAAu8/PslTYk0ycOM/s72-c/Picture+061.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5728840130907092569.post-1768218389345286247</id><published>2008-11-29T20:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T20:08:51.448-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Two peas in a pod</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/STIR0V2916I/AAAAAAAAAus/Vr2WtFeJTlg/s1600-h/HPIM2275.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/STIR0V2916I/AAAAAAAAAus/Vr2WtFeJTlg/s320/HPIM2275.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/STIR0v7UnuI/AAAAAAAAAu0/iYxYy1-df5c/s1600-h/HPIM2276.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/STIR0v7UnuI/AAAAAAAAAu0/iYxYy1-df5c/s320/HPIM2276.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;These two nuts love nothing more than to act like loons and drive me up a wall, but I love em!&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5728840130907092569-1768218389345286247?l=gillispieblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gillispieblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1768218389345286247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5728840130907092569&amp;postID=1768218389345286247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728840130907092569/posts/default/1768218389345286247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728840130907092569/posts/default/1768218389345286247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gillispieblog.blogspot.com/2008/11/two-peas-in-pod.html' title='Two peas in a pod'/><author><name>Gillispie Blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/STIR0V2916I/AAAAAAAAAus/Vr2WtFeJTlg/s72-c/HPIM2275.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5728840130907092569.post-5735929528650003854</id><published>2008-11-29T20:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T20:06:06.577-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/STIRKWO8dLI/AAAAAAAAAuM/zK-0RIAyT0I/s1600-h/HPIM2280.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/STIRKWO8dLI/AAAAAAAAAuM/zK-0RIAyT0I/s320/HPIM2280.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/STIRKkZ2s1I/AAAAAAAAAuU/moR10-7wm60/s1600-h/HPIM2285.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/STIRKkZ2s1I/AAAAAAAAAuU/moR10-7wm60/s320/HPIM2285.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/STIRLOnkfAI/AAAAAAAAAuc/ei2z8yzSDSQ/s1600-h/HPIM2287.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/STIRLOnkfAI/AAAAAAAAAuc/ei2z8yzSDSQ/s320/HPIM2287.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/STIRLLC9UII/AAAAAAAAAuk/J7FUdx5KLbw/s1600-h/HPIM2281.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/STIRLLC9UII/AAAAAAAAAuk/J7FUdx5KLbw/s320/HPIM2281.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to say, there is nothing like Thanksgiving.  I recognize the smell as soon as I walked in the door at my mamma and daddy's.  My Daddy makes the best dressing in the world and I eat myself sick.  The day was spent eating, laughing, telling old stories, playing horse shoes in the back yard and throwing the football around.  Since I can remember it has always been the same way and I love it, it's home.  Although this Thanksgiving I got a special gift....I had been complaining to PHillip about my sucky camera and told him how all my friends had Nikons and I was just nothing without one.  He of course said my camera was fine and when it gave out we would talk about it.  After taking these pictures my brother-in-law grabbed my camera and starting shooting silly pictures when crash.....it was dead.  Devine intervention I call it.  My Nikon should be here next week!!!!&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5728840130907092569-5735929528650003854?l=gillispieblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gillispieblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5735929528650003854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5728840130907092569&amp;postID=5735929528650003854' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728840130907092569/posts/default/5735929528650003854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728840130907092569/posts/default/5735929528650003854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gillispieblog.blogspot.com/2008/11/happy-thanksgiving.html' title='Happy Thanksgiving'/><author><name>Gillispie Blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/STIRKWO8dLI/AAAAAAAAAuM/zK-0RIAyT0I/s72-c/HPIM2280.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5728840130907092569.post-4663652328141073739</id><published>2008-11-22T19:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T19:32:35.834-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Then and now.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SSjO0Zb0RCI/AAAAAAAAAsI/Sss2sjQ4J6g/s1600-h/Picture+083.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SSjO0Zb0RCI/AAAAAAAAAsI/Sss2sjQ4J6g/s320/Picture+083.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SSjO04vy6QI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/qMd6KK_5AcI/s1600-h/HPIM2183.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SSjO04vy6QI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/qMd6KK_5AcI/s320/HPIM2183.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is so funny to look at these pictures, those babies in the top picture are the same exact kids on the bottom one.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Avri&lt;/span&gt; was just as sassy and amazingly observant then as she is now and Isaac still hides the most unbelievable mind behind that adorable grin.  They are night and day, polar opposites, but perfectly matched for our family.  They each bring things into my life that I wonder how I ever lived without.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Avri's&lt;/span&gt; quick wit, Isaac's tender heart, they are the best parts of Phillip and me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;OHHHHH&lt;/span&gt;.....  I don't even have the words.  I am so proud of these children that God has entrusted to me.  So many days I wish I could just hold them still and keep them from growing even one day older, but I love being there for every new phase of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;their&lt;/span&gt; lives.  I pray daily that I am guiding them in a way that the Lord would find pleasing and that as they grow older they will be proud of me too.&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5728840130907092569-4663652328141073739?l=gillispieblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gillispieblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4663652328141073739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5728840130907092569&amp;postID=4663652328141073739' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728840130907092569/posts/default/4663652328141073739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728840130907092569/posts/default/4663652328141073739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gillispieblog.blogspot.com/2008/11/then-and-now.html' title='Then and now.....'/><author><name>Gillispie Blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SSjO0Zb0RCI/AAAAAAAAAsI/Sss2sjQ4J6g/s72-c/Picture+083.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5728840130907092569.post-4105951403694673729</id><published>2008-11-22T18:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T18:48:39.028-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In my head all day....</title><content type='html'>This song has been in my head all day and maybe somebody needs to read these lyrics, so I am posting them.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I'm weak, you make me strong&lt;br /&gt;When I'm blind, you shine your light on me&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'd never get by living on my own abilities&lt;br /&gt;How refreshing to know you don't need me&lt;br /&gt;How amazing to find that you want me&lt;br /&gt;So, I'll stand on your truth&lt;br /&gt;And I'll fight with your strength&lt;br /&gt;Til' you bring the victory&lt;br /&gt;By the power of Christ in me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Casting Crowns "In Me"&lt;br /&gt;It is the second song on my song list (which I know has no rhyme or reason, but neither do I half the time)&lt;br /&gt;Listen to the words.  It has such an amazing message and can always lift my spirits when I feel powerless against a situation.  I hope somebody can find comfort in it like I do.  We serve such an awsome God!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5728840130907092569-4105951403694673729?l=gillispieblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gillispieblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4105951403694673729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5728840130907092569&amp;postID=4105951403694673729' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728840130907092569/posts/default/4105951403694673729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728840130907092569/posts/default/4105951403694673729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gillispieblog.blogspot.com/2008/11/in-my-head-all-day.html' title='In my head all day....'/><author><name>Gillispie Blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5728840130907092569.post-4634326515337219761</id><published>2008-11-22T18:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T18:40:01.011-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Shelli!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SSjCfnhCj6I/AAAAAAAAAro/5xyLLXDpiw4/s1600-h/CIMG2174.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SSjCfnhCj6I/AAAAAAAAAro/5xyLLXDpiw4/s320/CIMG2174.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SSjCf0VdHrI/AAAAAAAAArw/Kxm24hTE2Ko/s1600-h/CIMG2176.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SSjCf0VdHrI/AAAAAAAAArw/Kxm24hTE2Ko/s320/CIMG2176.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SSjCfxshCKI/AAAAAAAAAr4/NersLnPE2nE/s1600-h/CIMG2179.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SSjCfxshCKI/AAAAAAAAAr4/NersLnPE2nE/s320/CIMG2179.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SSjCgIdfLTI/AAAAAAAAAsA/y6MJYRGTTfw/s1600-h/CIMG2183.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SSjCgIdfLTI/AAAAAAAAAsA/y6MJYRGTTfw/s320/CIMG2183.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;For those of you who don't know who Shelli is, she has been my best friend since High School.  So, Monday night we headed out for an early Birthday celelbration of homemade sushi at my house (curtosey of lessons from Devon and Gregg) and painting at the new Sips N Strokes!  As always, we had such an awsome time.  There is nothing like spending the night with someone who has known you for what seems like forever.  It was funny because as I sat down to write her birthday card I realized that we have been friends for half of our lives.  We have been there for eachother through high school, getting our license, first dates, graduations, weddings, my babies, sick parents and just about anything else you can think of.  I know that right or wrong she is in my corner and she also thinks I am hillarious which is a big bonus!  I love you Shelli.  I hope this year is your best one yet.  I can't wait to be there for the moments that God has in store for you and Mark, they will be amazing!&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5728840130907092569-4634326515337219761?l=gillispieblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gillispieblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4634326515337219761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5728840130907092569&amp;postID=4634326515337219761' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728840130907092569/posts/default/4634326515337219761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728840130907092569/posts/default/4634326515337219761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gillispieblog.blogspot.com/2008/11/happy-birthday-shelli.html' title='Happy Birthday Shelli!!!'/><author><name>Gillispie Blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SSjCfnhCj6I/AAAAAAAAAro/5xyLLXDpiw4/s72-c/CIMG2174.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5728840130907092569.post-5892289238447433756</id><published>2008-11-22T18:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T18:31:22.148-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It feels like the first time!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SSjAeJ_CLnI/AAAAAAAAArg/hc5cq5kk5gA/s1600-h/Picture+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SSjAeJ_CLnI/AAAAAAAAArg/hc5cq5kk5gA/s320/Picture+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha, ha, now you will have that song in your heads for the rest of the day!  Today was a really great day.  I had the opportunity for some good ol' girl time with my (old/new) friend Sherry.  We had lots of catching up to do, so we started out with a day at the gym, but somehow ended up at Purple Onion...odd how that works out.  I just had to write a blog about it as that was one of our main topics of conversation today and I am so glad that we can now laugh about the things that once made us want to cry.  It was a day full of laughing and reminising, you just can't beat that!  I do not have a recent picture of us, so I drug this one out of the files (please excuse my moon like face).  I love you Sherry and I am thankful we have found our way back into eachother's lives:)&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5728840130907092569-5892289238447433756?l=gillispieblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gillispieblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5892289238447433756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5728840130907092569&amp;postID=5892289238447433756' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728840130907092569/posts/default/5892289238447433756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728840130907092569/posts/default/5892289238447433756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gillispieblog.blogspot.com/2008/11/it-feels-like-first-time.html' title='It feels like the first time!'/><author><name>Gillispie Blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SSjAeJ_CLnI/AAAAAAAAArg/hc5cq5kk5gA/s72-c/Picture+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5728840130907092569.post-3514292852041574830</id><published>2008-11-22T18:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T18:14:01.955-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My little helper</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SSi8ZzLA87I/AAAAAAAAArI/2fSAEOEBY2Y/s1600-h/DSC00207.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SSi8ZzLA87I/AAAAAAAAArI/2fSAEOEBY2Y/s320/DSC00207.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SSi8aLP31qI/AAAAAAAAArQ/7XGXEHR3MXg/s1600-h/DSC00209.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SSi8aLP31qI/AAAAAAAAArQ/7XGXEHR3MXg/s320/DSC00209.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SSi8aYdJOTI/AAAAAAAAArY/ns3Gd3LSta8/s1600-h/DSC00210.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SSi8aYdJOTI/AAAAAAAAArY/ns3Gd3LSta8/s320/DSC00210.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the other night as I was running around complaining there were not enough minutes in the day Avri asked if she could help me.  I smiled and said of course thinking her help would probably be another mess I would have to clean up later on that night.  To my surprise I walked in and saw she had made up her bed, my bed, and was working on Isaac's.  I was as proud as a peacock.  I told her what a great job she had done and told her that I really appreciated her help.  She said "Your welcome Mom, now you will have more time to do other stuff"  It is moments like these God reminds you maybe you are doing something right!&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5728840130907092569-3514292852041574830?l=gillispieblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gillispieblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3514292852041574830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5728840130907092569&amp;postID=3514292852041574830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728840130907092569/posts/default/3514292852041574830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728840130907092569/posts/default/3514292852041574830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gillispieblog.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-little-helper.html' title='My little helper'/><author><name>Gillispie Blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SSi8ZzLA87I/AAAAAAAAArI/2fSAEOEBY2Y/s72-c/DSC00207.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5728840130907092569.post-2619465396955815068</id><published>2008-11-13T06:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T06:52:59.127-08:00</updated><title type='text'>10 years and still going strong!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SRw-7KIBUII/AAAAAAAAAp4/VsanE8lhf7c/s1600-h/Picture+032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SRw-7KIBUII/AAAAAAAAAp4/VsanE8lhf7c/s320/Picture+032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On October 30th Phillip and I celebrated our 10 year anniversary. I know I am late, but I am always late and thank God he still loves me for it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I look back on our 10 years to together it amazes me we how far we have come. We married when we were just babies. I was 18 and he was 19 and we just knew we had the whole world figured out. Boy were we wrong! I guess I would have to say that we pretty much had to finish raising eachother, but I think we did a pretty good job! He has stuck by me through the bad times, rejoiced with me through the good times, and cried with me through the most terrifying day of my life. He is my best friend, my protector, my provider, my biggest fan, and the only person in this world who knows all of my flaws and embraces them as so much of what he loves about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know there are probably lots of people out there who look at our relationship and just don't understand it. We never laugh at eachothers jokes, we are constantly picking on eachother, and we always love a good laugh at the others expense, but that is what I love about us. We love eachother for who we really are just a couple of dorks. We are eachother's family and I will be there to stand by him for richer for poorer, in sickness and health, til death do us part....&lt;br /&gt;I love you Phillip! I can't wait to see what the next 10 years have in store for us...................... &lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5728840130907092569-2619465396955815068?l=gillispieblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gillispieblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2619465396955815068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5728840130907092569&amp;postID=2619465396955815068' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728840130907092569/posts/default/2619465396955815068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728840130907092569/posts/default/2619465396955815068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gillispieblog.blogspot.com/2008/11/10-years-and-still-going-strong.html' title='10 years and still going strong!'/><author><name>Gillispie Blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SRw-7KIBUII/AAAAAAAAAp4/VsanE8lhf7c/s72-c/Picture+032.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5728840130907092569.post-2325389044688880885</id><published>2008-11-13T06:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T06:29:42.281-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Charity</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SRw51b3oWOI/AAAAAAAAApw/Vz8p0qAe7G4/s1600-h/DSC00202.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SRw51b3oWOI/AAAAAAAAApw/Vz8p0qAe7G4/s320/DSC00202.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the other day Isaac's school was asking for gently used donations of stuffed animals for Children Hospital and I grabbed a bear from Avri's toy box she has probably never touched.  When she saw me take it, she immediately went into a panic and confessing her undying love for this bear she probably had no idea she owned.  Yet of course in her mind as soon as she saw it again it became new and she loved it to peices.  I explained to her that we needed to donate a stuffed animal to some children who would be sick and in the hospital for Christmas and that her bear could help to make somebody feel better, but ultimately the decision was up to her.  If she wanted to keep the bear than we would find something else.  A few minutes later I heard her in her room crying and went in to check and see what was going on.  She was sitting on her bed hugging the bear and crying the biggest and saddest little tears I had ever seen.  When I asked her what was the matter she said that she really loved her bear, but would rather give it to a sick little girl that would not have a bear to hug for Christmas.  I don't think I had ever been prouder of her.  Usually when we give to charity we give the things that we don't desire to have ourselves, but she gave something she really wanted to keep for herself and that was a big step for a 4 year old little girl.  So, we took this picture so that she could remember her bear and so that I could remember the day Avri taught me a lesson about giving.&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5728840130907092569-2325389044688880885?l=gillispieblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gillispieblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2325389044688880885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5728840130907092569&amp;postID=2325389044688880885' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728840130907092569/posts/default/2325389044688880885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728840130907092569/posts/default/2325389044688880885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gillispieblog.blogspot.com/2008/11/charity.html' title='Charity'/><author><name>Gillispie Blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SRw51b3oWOI/AAAAAAAAApw/Vz8p0qAe7G4/s72-c/DSC00202.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5728840130907092569.post-4066588319156224794</id><published>2008-11-06T20:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T21:04:11.885-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Isaac's take on the Election</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SRPMOIr8LiI/AAAAAAAAAo4/iTC3wJ53AQg/s1600-h/Picture+085.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265776932548259362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 241px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SRPMOIr8LiI/AAAAAAAAAo4/iTC3wJ53AQg/s320/Picture+085.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Phillip: "Isaac, Obama is our new president"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Isaac: "Why?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Phillip: &lt;strong&gt;"&lt;/strong&gt;Because more people voted for him than John McCain"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Isaac: "Well, that's okay. John McCain is still president in our hearts"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If only it was that simple:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5728840130907092569-4066588319156224794?l=gillispieblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gillispieblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4066588319156224794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5728840130907092569&amp;postID=4066588319156224794' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728840130907092569/posts/default/4066588319156224794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728840130907092569/posts/default/4066588319156224794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gillispieblog.blogspot.com/2008/11/isaacs-take-on-election.html' title='Isaac&apos;s take on the Election'/><author><name>Gillispie Blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SRPMOIr8LiI/AAAAAAAAAo4/iTC3wJ53AQg/s72-c/Picture+085.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5728840130907092569.post-5257497942466823175</id><published>2008-11-06T20:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T20:58:08.785-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been a good week</title><content type='html'>It amazes me when God can make something that seems impossible and so hard to even consider making the first step at such a smooth and easy resolution.  In two instances this week I was given the opportunity to make some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;amends&lt;/span&gt; and also say I am sorry.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Sometimes&lt;/span&gt; just saying "I was wrong" can feel so right:)  I never saw the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;opportunities&lt;/span&gt; coming, but when they presented themselves I knew that God had something amazing in store for me and of course, as always, he delivered. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently on a blog I read that friends leave &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;their&lt;/span&gt; marks on your heart and that is so true.  Even if they are gone for a season that mark is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;permanent&lt;/span&gt;.  I hope my heart looks like those walls down town covered in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;graffiti:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5728840130907092569-5257497942466823175?l=gillispieblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gillispieblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5257497942466823175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5728840130907092569&amp;postID=5257497942466823175' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728840130907092569/posts/default/5257497942466823175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728840130907092569/posts/default/5257497942466823175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gillispieblog.blogspot.com/2008/11/its-been-good-week.html' title='It&apos;s been a good week'/><author><name>Gillispie Blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5728840130907092569.post-2481483517708395607</id><published>2008-11-02T17:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T17:15:39.679-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A star for a day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SQ5Qm6n_GGI/AAAAAAAAAoY/ijzRWxWYyhQ/s1600-h/HPIM2260.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264233643944908898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SQ5Qm6n_GGI/AAAAAAAAAoY/ijzRWxWYyhQ/s320/HPIM2260.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SQ5Qml6IpJI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/B7trKJWgtSE/s1600-h/HPIM2262.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264233638383887506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SQ5Qml6IpJI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/B7trKJWgtSE/s320/HPIM2262.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A few weeks ago one of my bestest friends Brad was helping to coordinate a little community concert back in my hometown and invited me to sing! I did some Loretta Lynn classics including Coal Miner's Daughter, You and woman enough to take my man, and a duet with Brad "Jackson" by Johnny and June Cash! It was soo much fun! We had a great time. You will have to excuse the picture quality, my husband was the photographer!&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/5728840130907092569-2481483517708395607?l=gillispieblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gillispieblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2481483517708395607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5728840130907092569&amp;postID=2481483517708395607' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728840130907092569/posts/default/2481483517708395607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728840130907092569/posts/default/2481483517708395607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gillispieblog.blogspot.com/2008/11/star-for-day.html' title='A star for a day!'/><author><name>Gillispie Blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SQ5Qm6n_GGI/AAAAAAAAAoY/ijzRWxWYyhQ/s72-c/HPIM2260.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5728840130907092569.post-9016076409638194798</id><published>2008-11-02T16:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T17:10:10.704-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Georgia Aquarium and Coke Factory</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SQ5POdasRsI/AAAAAAAAAoI/KpavQw0FFc0/s1600-h/HPIM2205.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264232124276033218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 241px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SQ5POdasRsI/AAAAAAAAAoI/KpavQw0FFc0/s320/HPIM2205.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SQ5POKH28gI/AAAAAAAAAoA/10oTOwuroG4/s1600-h/HPIM2224.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264232119096766978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 241px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SQ5POKH28gI/AAAAAAAAAoA/10oTOwuroG4/s320/HPIM2224.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SQ5PNlHunDI/AAAAAAAAAn4/_k3IkKo69Yo/s1600-h/HPIM2219.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264232109164108850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SQ5PNlHunDI/AAAAAAAAAn4/_k3IkKo69Yo/s320/HPIM2219.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SQ5PNPQEmQI/AAAAAAAAAnw/x5j-NP5SwXE/s1600-h/HPIM2213.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264232103293524226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SQ5PNPQEmQI/AAAAAAAAAnw/x5j-NP5SwXE/s320/HPIM2213.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SQ5N8zEALKI/AAAAAAAAAno/-VrrzxQsGBk/s1600-h/HPIM2207.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264230721337175202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SQ5N8zEALKI/AAAAAAAAAno/-VrrzxQsGBk/s320/HPIM2207.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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SQ5N8DnEdgI/AAAAAAAAAng/UsFTF6Y6l3o/s1600-h/HPIM2196.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264230708599354882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SQ5N8DnEdgI/AAAAAAAAAng/UsFTF6Y6l3o/s320/HPIM2196.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SQ5N739oaAI/AAAAAAAAAnY/GKLoEaIiS7g/s1600-h/HPIM2188.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264230705472759810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SQ5N739oaAI/AAAAAAAAAnY/GKLoEaIiS7g/s320/HPIM2188.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A couple weeks back we went with my mom, dad, and uncle Joe on a little day get away to Atlanta to let the kids enjoy some of the attractions!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5728840130907092569-9016076409638194798?l=gillispieblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gillispieblog.blogspot.com/feeds/9016076409638194798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5728840130907092569&amp;postID=9016076409638194798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728840130907092569/posts/default/9016076409638194798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728840130907092569/posts/default/9016076409638194798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gillispieblog.blogspot.com/2008/11/georgia-aquarium-and-coke-factory.html' title='Georgia Aquarium and Coke Factory'/><author><name>Gillispie Blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SQ5POdasRsI/AAAAAAAAAoI/KpavQw0FFc0/s72-c/HPIM2205.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5728840130907092569.post-8329200482214152919</id><published>2008-11-02T16:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T16:59:30.174-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SQ5MetmJCgI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/N9lXLR350YE/s1600-h/HPIM2269.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264229104962046466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SQ5MetmJCgI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/N9lXLR350YE/s320/HPIM2269.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SQ5Md1j2H8I/AAAAAAAAAnI/Lxv19mQdNi0/s1600-h/HPIM2267.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264229089920032706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 241px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SQ5Md1j2H8I/AAAAAAAAAnI/Lxv19mQdNi0/s320/HPIM2267.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was was an wonderful night of roaming the streets of our neighborhood with all kinds of ghosts and gobblins looking for thier next sugar high! Avri and Isaac has the best time and was sure to drag us to the front of our neightborhood to take a walk through the haunted house (some people around here go all out!) My sweet mamma came to walk with us while my daddy stayed behind to give out our candy. Just another sweet memory!&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/5728840130907092569-8329200482214152919?l=gillispieblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gillispieblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8329200482214152919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5728840130907092569&amp;postID=8329200482214152919' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728840130907092569/posts/default/8329200482214152919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728840130907092569/posts/default/8329200482214152919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gillispieblog.blogspot.com/2008/11/halloween-2008.html' title='Halloween 2008'/><author><name>Gillispie Blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SQ5MetmJCgI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/N9lXLR350YE/s72-c/HPIM2269.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5728840130907092569.post-6246430295076080353</id><published>2008-10-28T14:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T14:17:52.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What are we gonna do without our Lacy??</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SQeBS_5XmBI/AAAAAAAAAnA/7SpcdJc7k5o/s1600-h/DSC_6793.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262316852995397650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SQeBS_5XmBI/AAAAAAAAAnA/7SpcdJc7k5o/s320/DSC_6793.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is us at out best!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So as most of you know, our precious friend Lacy will be moving at the end of this week and I am really struggling. We have started off our week this morning with a mini Halloween party for mommys and kiddos and will be having a little fairwell MNO tonight. I know that she and Nick are doing something that has been on their heart for a long time and nothing is more important than being close to family, but I am selfish and am just going to miss them so much!!! I just don't know what our little foursome is going to do without you Lacy. You have really come to hold such a special place in my heart and it just kills me to see you leaving so soon! The peace I can hold onto is that distance does not determine closeness of friends and you will ALWAYS be as close to me as you are today, I will see to it! When I am missing you, I can just listen to some Country Music and know you would be singing right along with me. When I am missing Davis, I will just pick up a 20 pound bag of sugar, when I am missing Avery I will just have my own Avri give me a dirty look, and when I am missing Nick I will just look at a picture of Davis since they are pratically the same person anyways:) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Always remember that we are all here for you just as strong as before. Whenever you need us, we are all just a phone call away and we love a good road trip!! We love you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5728840130907092569-6246430295076080353?l=gillispieblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gillispieblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6246430295076080353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5728840130907092569&amp;postID=6246430295076080353' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728840130907092569/posts/default/6246430295076080353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728840130907092569/posts/default/6246430295076080353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gillispieblog.blogspot.com/2008/10/what-are-we-gonna-do-without-our-lacy.html' title='What are we gonna do without our Lacy??'/><author><name>Gillispie Blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SQeBS_5XmBI/AAAAAAAAAnA/7SpcdJc7k5o/s72-c/DSC_6793.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5728840130907092569.post-1563024735525407677</id><published>2008-10-25T09:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T09:46:38.762-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm finished!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SQNNblvMUkI/AAAAAAAAAm4/v85eoS6Vaag/s1600-h/HPIM2264.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SQNNblvMUkI/AAAAAAAAAm4/v85eoS6Vaag/s320/HPIM2264.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so I finally finished making Avri's Haloween costume and here it is!  I finished up about 5 minutes before our Fall Festival last night.  You know I am always ahead of the game:)&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5728840130907092569-1563024735525407677?l=gillispieblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gillispieblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1563024735525407677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5728840130907092569&amp;postID=1563024735525407677' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728840130907092569/posts/default/1563024735525407677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728840130907092569/posts/default/1563024735525407677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gillispieblog.blogspot.com/2008/10/im-finished.html' title='I&apos;m finished!!'/><author><name>Gillispie Blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SQNNblvMUkI/AAAAAAAAAm4/v85eoS6Vaag/s72-c/HPIM2264.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5728840130907092569.post-6074624579904039419</id><published>2008-10-07T13:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T13:33:38.244-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fire Prevention week!</title><content type='html'>Okay, it is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; fire prevention week at Valley Intermediate.  As soon as I picked Isaac up from school this afternoon he began his speech....."Do we have smoke detectors?"  Yes Isaac.  "Do you know that breathing in smoke can kill you?"  Yes Isaac.  "Did you know that you should always check your door to see if it is hot before opening it if you think there is a fire?"  Yes Isaac.  "Did you know that if you are dead in the fire, I should run to a neighbors house and knock on the door?"  Wait, how did I die in this fire?  "You breathed in a lot of smoke"  Okay, Isaac is obviously an expert on fire safety now to teach him not to have me die in his practice scenarios!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5728840130907092569-6074624579904039419?l=gillispieblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gillispieblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6074624579904039419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5728840130907092569&amp;postID=6074624579904039419' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728840130907092569/posts/default/6074624579904039419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728840130907092569/posts/default/6074624579904039419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gillispieblog.blogspot.com/2008/10/fire-prevention-week.html' title='Fire Prevention week!'/><author><name>Gillispie Blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5728840130907092569.post-5670402946049915911</id><published>2008-09-30T11:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T11:31:06.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NO CAVITIES!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SOJwSb0M-wI/AAAAAAAAAik/lqLoA1PKv84/s1600-h/Picture+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251883577474087682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SOJwSb0M-wI/AAAAAAAAAik/lqLoA1PKv84/s320/Picture+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This post is so late, but I had to make sure and record it for all to see......THE GILLISPIES ARE CAVITY FREE!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5728840130907092569-5670402946049915911?l=gillispieblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gillispieblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5670402946049915911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5728840130907092569&amp;postID=5670402946049915911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728840130907092569/posts/default/5670402946049915911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728840130907092569/posts/default/5670402946049915911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gillispieblog.blogspot.com/2008/09/no-cavities.html' title='NO CAVITIES!!!'/><author><name>Gillispie Blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SOJwSb0M-wI/AAAAAAAAAik/lqLoA1PKv84/s72-c/Picture+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5728840130907092569.post-2283168941229200392</id><published>2008-09-30T11:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T11:28:26.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another first for Isaac!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SOJvuMgEGGI/AAAAAAAAAiM/hNXMEbLsfyM/s1600-h/Picture+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251882954887796834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SOJvuMgEGGI/AAAAAAAAAiM/hNXMEbLsfyM/s320/Picture+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SOJvuvapAeI/AAAAAAAAAiU/TodyvaMp730/s1600-h/Picture+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251882964260291042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SOJvuvapAeI/AAAAAAAAAiU/TodyvaMp730/s320/Picture+020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SOJvveNSq9I/AAAAAAAAAic/1x1SrCkzuTQ/s1600-h/Picture+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251882976820767698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SOJvveNSq9I/AAAAAAAAAic/1x1SrCkzuTQ/s320/Picture+022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saturday a friend of Phillip's offered him two tickets to the Auburn Tennessee game knowing that Phillip is a big Vols fan. Of course Phillip accepted and could not wait to take his little buddy to his first College Football game. Phillip had not been to a game since he was about 14 with his Dad and he was excited to create some memories with his son. Isaac was very excited, although he watched more of the cheerleaders than the actual game:) When he got home he told me all about seeing the mascots and all of the people. He said it was the best day of his life...you can't ask for more than that!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5728840130907092569-2283168941229200392?l=gillispieblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gillispieblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2283168941229200392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5728840130907092569&amp;postID=2283168941229200392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728840130907092569/posts/default/2283168941229200392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728840130907092569/posts/default/2283168941229200392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gillispieblog.blogspot.com/2008/09/another-first-for-isaac.html' title='Another first for Isaac!'/><author><name>Gillispie Blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SOJvuMgEGGI/AAAAAAAAAiM/hNXMEbLsfyM/s72-c/Picture+016.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5728840130907092569.post-4287142668923245691</id><published>2008-09-30T11:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T11:23:13.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Daddy and Daughter date night!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SOJudF74PWI/AAAAAAAAAhk/AXXQjxARLJA/s1600-h/Picture+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251881561556008290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SOJudF74PWI/AAAAAAAAAhk/AXXQjxARLJA/s320/Picture+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SOJudiXarZI/AAAAAAAAAhs/Uqb5ZWkoHDg/s1600-h/Picture+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251881569187704210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SOJudiXarZI/AAAAAAAAAhs/Uqb5ZWkoHDg/s320/Picture+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SOJueFsgCAI/AAAAAAAAAh0/7f4WS4ps1eE/s1600-h/Picture+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251881578671376386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SOJueFsgCAI/AAAAAAAAAh0/7f4WS4ps1eE/s320/Picture+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SOJuetRz3dI/AAAAAAAAAh8/H5MSY3piByg/s1600-h/Picture+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251881589296848338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SOJuetRz3dI/AAAAAAAAAh8/H5MSY3piByg/s320/Picture+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SOJue3_ObFI/AAAAAAAAAiE/8cVZUXiEukA/s1600-h/Picture+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251881592171686994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SOJue3_ObFI/AAAAAAAAAiE/8cVZUXiEukA/s320/Picture+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Friday night Avri and Phillip got to share a special night together. It was Daddy and daughter date night at Avri's school and she was so excited she could hardly stand it. She had been asking all week about her "daughter date" and the night had finally arrived. She insisted on getting ready at about 4:00 that afternoon and asked for lip gloss and perfume. When Phillip came home he had brought home a rose for his date and she was thrilled. After Phillip was ready she said "Daddy sure is a handsome date". It was the cutest. They had a nice dinner and watched snow pinguins together. She could not have been happier to spend an evening with her Prince Charming. What a sweet Daddy he is!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5728840130907092569-4287142668923245691?l=gillispieblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gillispieblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4287142668923245691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5728840130907092569&amp;postID=4287142668923245691' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728840130907092569/posts/default/4287142668923245691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728840130907092569/posts/default/4287142668923245691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gillispieblog.blogspot.com/2008/09/daddy-and-daughter-date-night.html' title='Daddy and Daughter date night!'/><author><name>Gillispie Blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SOJudF74PWI/AAAAAAAAAhk/AXXQjxARLJA/s72-c/Picture+005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5728840130907092569.post-3288576397958988245</id><published>2008-09-25T15:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T15:22:05.039-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Its Fall Ya'll!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SNwO0O62EtI/AAAAAAAAAhc/szAC0G_-3go/s1600-h/New+Pic+11-4-2006+361.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250087556128051922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SNwO0O62EtI/AAAAAAAAAhc/szAC0G_-3go/s320/New+Pic+11-4-2006+361.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SNwOk5c03bI/AAAAAAAAAhU/mc6Q20vuRKI/s1600-h/New+Pic+11-4-2006+363.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So my buddies have been posting about fall and it has gotten me in the mood too! Fall has to be my favorite season of all. I cannot get enough of the smell of pumpkin and cinnamon, I look great in orange, and best of all the food holidays are coming up! Also, nothing brings back the memories of my childhood like burning leaves. When I was a kid everybody burned thier leaves and I can remember riding my bike down the street and the smoky smell was all in the air. I knew it would not be long until we were trick or treating, having turkey, and opening Christmas gifts. It seemed like my mother was always wraking our leaves and that meant I got to play in them. SHe would always wrake a special pile free of sticks for me to jump around in. Now, I don't really rake our leaves like I should, but I always pile some up for the kids to play in and they love it as much as I did!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This fall I am really looking forward to a lot of fun activities with my friends and family. The girls and I have already planned out some get togethers for us and the kids, swapped holiday names, and planned a nice weekend away, what more could you ask for?? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;PS.... I am always happy to recieve a friendly loaf of pumpkin bread this time of year, so just leave it on my porch!!&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/5728840130907092569-3288576397958988245?l=gillispieblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gillispieblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3288576397958988245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5728840130907092569&amp;postID=3288576397958988245' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728840130907092569/posts/default/3288576397958988245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728840130907092569/posts/default/3288576397958988245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gillispieblog.blogspot.com/2008/09/its-fall-yall.html' title='Its Fall Ya&apos;ll!'/><author><name>Gillispie Blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SNwO0O62EtI/AAAAAAAAAhc/szAC0G_-3go/s72-c/New+Pic+11-4-2006+361.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5728840130907092569.post-7495694366086546850</id><published>2008-09-02T19:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T19:48:13.827-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The date...</title><content type='html'>I asked Isaac back about a week ago if he would like to go on a "date" with me on Saturday.  He agreed and I was tickled.  It seems like so long ago when it was just him and me.  Before Avri, it was just the two of us and there are times when I miss that so much.  We started the day by heading out to the comic book store (his favorite place in the world) and we picked out some comics together.  He showed me some of the charicters and describes to my thier powers and weaknesses, you know boy stuff.  It was really cool to watch him there.  He was so in his element.  This kid knows everything there is to know about the Marvel comics and there are very few places where he really comes alive.  It was just wonderful to watch him.  Next we headed out to Moe's his favorite resteraunt where he ate 2 kids meals and we had some time to talk.  It was so funny to be sitting across from him like he was a little man.  I love to just hear him talk and say whatever is going on in that fantastic little mind of his.  He told me more about his new comics and said he liked our date.  I asked him if he remembered when it use to be just us and he just smiled and said "yeah, I know."  Afterwards we went to the mall and I purchased him his first bottle of cologne.  It felt like such a grown up to buy, but he said "I want to smell cool at school" and that is all it took.  What can I say, he is my baby.  He is growing up to be such a handsome, smart, and proud young man and I could not be more proud of him.  He has shaped my life and taught me things he cannot even begin to understand at this age, but I hope someday he realizes what a gift from God he is and embraces all that God has in store for him.   It amazes me now how fitting his name is "Isaac."  I can so clearly remember when Phillip and I had to fully submit his life and healing over to God.  He has truely blessed us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5728840130907092569-7495694366086546850?l=gillispieblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gillispieblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7495694366086546850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5728840130907092569&amp;postID=7495694366086546850' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728840130907092569/posts/default/7495694366086546850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728840130907092569/posts/default/7495694366086546850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gillispieblog.blogspot.com/2008/09/date.html' title='The date...'/><author><name>Gillispie Blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5728840130907092569.post-4793684632928347600</id><published>2008-08-26T19:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T19:56:30.116-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ode to Special Moms</title><content type='html'>I was sent this in an email today.  It has been sent to me so many times over the past 6 years and I just wanted to share it.  I am not sure if any special needs moms read this blog, but if so I hope you find it as comforting to you as it has been to me.  When I read this I feel such a since of pride.  It makes me wonder what exactly God saw in me to give me my wonderful gift.  I always say that is one of the first questions I will have for him when I get to heaven:)  Isaac is so blessed, 100's on both of his tests today!!!!  I am busting with pride.  Thank you, thank you, thank you Lord, you are so good!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ode to Special Moms:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Most women become mothers by accident, some by choice, a few by socialpressures and a couple by habit.This year, nearly 100,000 women will become mothers of handicapped children.Did you ever wonder how mothers of handicapped children are chosen?Somehow I visualize God hovering over Earth selecting his instruments forpropagation with great care and deliberation. As he observes, he instructshis angels to make notes in a giant ledger."Armstrong, Beth, son, patron saint, Matthew. Forrest, Marjorie, daughter,patron saint, Cecilia."Rudledge, Carrie, twins, patron saint, give her Gerard. He's used toprofanity."Finally, he passes a name to an angel and smiles, "Give her a handicappedchild."The angel is curious. "Why this one, God? She's so happy.""Exactly," says God. "Could I give a handicapped child to a mother who doesnot know laughter? That would be cruel.""But has she patience?" asks the angel."I don't want her to have too much patience or she will drown in a sea ofself-pity and despair. Once the shock and resentment wear off, she'llhandle it."I watched her today. She has that feeling of self and independence that isso rare and so necessary in a mother. You see, the child I'm going to giveher has his own world. She has to make it live in her world, and that's notgoing to be easy.""But, Lord, I don't think she even believes in you."God smiles. "No matter. I can fix that. This one is perfect. She has justenough selfishness."The angel gasps, "Selfishness? Is that a virtue?"God nods. "If she can't separate herself from the child occasionally,she'll never survive. Yes, here is a woman whom I will bless with a childless than perfect. She doesn't realize it yet, but she is to be envied.She will never take for granted a 'spoken word.' She will never consider a'step' ordinary. When her child says 'Momma' for the first time, she willbe present at a miracle and know it! When she describes a tree or a sunsetto her blind child, she will see it as few people ever see my creations."I will permit her to see clearly the things I see . . . ignorance,cruelty, prejudice . . . and allow her to rise above them. She will neverbe alone. I will be at her side every minute of every day of her life,because she is doing my work as surely as she is here by my side.""And what about her patron saint?" asks the angel, pen poised midair.God smiles. "A mirror will suffice."- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Erma Bombeck, May, 1980  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps.  That is the month and year I was born, I think that is so cool!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5728840130907092569-4793684632928347600?l=gillispieblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gillispieblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4793684632928347600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5728840130907092569&amp;postID=4793684632928347600' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728840130907092569/posts/default/4793684632928347600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728840130907092569/posts/default/4793684632928347600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gillispieblog.blogspot.com/2008/08/ode-to-special-moms.html' title='Ode to Special Moms'/><author><name>Gillispie Blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5728840130907092569.post-4958403719134503841</id><published>2008-08-21T19:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T19:46:04.490-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Anniversary Mamma and Daddy!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SK4oYBlN8XI/AAAAAAAAAZs/6fhhdGpih3s/s1600-h/Picture+071.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237167809884975474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SK4oYBlN8XI/AAAAAAAAAZs/6fhhdGpih3s/s320/Picture+071.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;37 years and going strong!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5728840130907092569-4958403719134503841?l=gillispieblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gillispieblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4958403719134503841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5728840130907092569&amp;postID=4958403719134503841' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728840130907092569/posts/default/4958403719134503841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728840130907092569/posts/default/4958403719134503841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gillispieblog.blogspot.com/2008/08/happy-anniversary-mamma-and-daddy.html' title='Happy Anniversary Mamma and Daddy!!!'/><author><name>Gillispie Blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SK4oYBlN8XI/AAAAAAAAAZs/6fhhdGpih3s/s72-c/Picture+071.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5728840130907092569.post-1367391090706485720</id><published>2008-08-21T15:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T15:48:57.497-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Avri's first day of 4-K</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SK3wtsLDclI/AAAAAAAAAZc/D6Lm2PDvO5Q/s1600-h/Picture+468.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237106609444057682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SK3wtsLDclI/AAAAAAAAAZc/D6Lm2PDvO5Q/s320/Picture+468.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SK3wuTyJMII/AAAAAAAAAZk/lo0F3-l7Rno/s1600-h/Picture+469.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237106620076994690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SK3wuTyJMII/AAAAAAAAAZk/lo0F3-l7Rno/s320/Picture+469.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;UGH, here goes another one. I am just starting to get use to the idea of my baby boy growing up and becoming his own little man and now my little baby is off to preschool! It seems like only yesterday she was just taking her first steps and now she is strutting down the drive way, hopping in my car, and saying "hurry up mom!" In my heart I am screaming, "slow down!" She amazes me every day. She is sweet, funny, sassy, crazy, giving, selfish, everything rolled into one and she is mine, almost seems ridiculous when I think I am somebody's mother, but everybody is still alive and well so far. So here are pics of my baby on her first day... The teacher said she was quiet as a mouse and very sweet, I think she knows which one is Avri, not sure:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5728840130907092569-1367391090706485720?l=gillispieblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gillispieblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1367391090706485720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5728840130907092569&amp;postID=1367391090706485720' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728840130907092569/posts/default/1367391090706485720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728840130907092569/posts/default/1367391090706485720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gillispieblog.blogspot.com/2008/08/avris-first-day-of-4-k.html' title='Avri&apos;s first day of 4-K'/><author><name>Gillispie Blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SK3wtsLDclI/AAAAAAAAAZc/D6Lm2PDvO5Q/s72-c/Picture+468.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5728840130907092569.post-3120178218670764191</id><published>2008-08-08T14:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T14:21:13.997-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A moment with my Daddy.</title><content type='html'>Today, I shared one of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;those&lt;/span&gt; precious moments between father and daughter.......watching him be tattooed, it runs in the family!  Okay, so my dad had this playboy bunny tattoo on his arm that he did himself while he was drunk and in the Navy.  I can remember since I was little him talking about getting it covered up, but he just never seemed to get around to it.  For Father's Day my sister and I got him a gift certificate to Tattoo Jungle and today he finally got around to getting it done.  It was so funny to see him sitting there.  He kept saying "This hurts more than I remember, of course I was drunk and using a sewing needle so I could take my time."  He ended up covering it up with praying hands and the bible verse "Pray without ceasing" (1 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Thes&lt;/span&gt;. 5:17).   He was telling the tattoo guy about my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;tattoos&lt;/span&gt; and that he was sure I would be back to see them soon.  It was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;hilarious&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5728840130907092569-3120178218670764191?l=gillispieblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gillispieblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3120178218670764191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5728840130907092569&amp;postID=3120178218670764191' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728840130907092569/posts/default/3120178218670764191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728840130907092569/posts/default/3120178218670764191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gillispieblog.blogspot.com/2008/08/moment-with-my-daddy.html' title='A moment with my Daddy.'/><author><name>Gillispie Blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5728840130907092569.post-6650666221152092423</id><published>2008-08-07T06:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T06:39:09.127-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First day of 3rd grade and first day of Intermediate School</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SJr65KrJNDI/AAAAAAAAAZM/CHwuOvpPm6w/s1600-h/Picture+024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231769777169052722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SJr65KrJNDI/AAAAAAAAAZM/CHwuOvpPm6w/s320/Picture+024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SJr65aUI71I/AAAAAAAAAZU/M7A3r794FQs/s1600-h/Picture+025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231769781367533394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SJr65aUI71I/AAAAAAAAAZU/M7A3r794FQs/s320/Picture+025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You would think since Isaac has been going to school full time since the age of 3, this would get easier, but it doesn't. Now it is even harder. A new school, new responsibilities, and a newfound independance makes it all the more scarier for me. Of course I quized him 30 times on his teachers name and making him give me step by step instructions on how to get to his classroom. Isaac on the other hand was calm as a cucumber and thankfully alsmost seemed excited, for as excited as Isaac gets. The last two weeks he has been really nervous, saying it was going to be hard and he would not like it, but after seeing some familiar faces in his class at orientation he seems ready to face the world. As he got out of the car this morning I asked if he was okay and with a very serious face said "I got this." I am so proud of him I can't stand it. He is absolutely a miracle. I love you Isaac and have a great first day!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5728840130907092569-6650666221152092423?l=gillispieblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gillispieblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6650666221152092423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5728840130907092569&amp;postID=6650666221152092423' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728840130907092569/posts/default/6650666221152092423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728840130907092569/posts/default/6650666221152092423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gillispieblog.blogspot.com/2008/08/first-day-of-3rd-grade-and-first-day-of.html' title='First day of 3rd grade and first day of Intermediate School'/><author><name>Gillispie Blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SJr65KrJNDI/AAAAAAAAAZM/CHwuOvpPm6w/s72-c/Picture+024.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5728840130907092569.post-8845206155089054677</id><published>2008-08-05T11:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T11:52:57.111-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PJ PARTY!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SJihc3RQ87I/AAAAAAAAAZE/sA7m65BlBp0/s1600-h/Picture+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231108484435604402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SJihc3RQ87I/AAAAAAAAAZE/sA7m65BlBp0/s320/Picture+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SJihKswVY7I/AAAAAAAAAYk/I2QePB3pFdA/s1600-h/Picture+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231108172375483314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SJihKswVY7I/AAAAAAAAAYk/I2QePB3pFdA/s320/Picture+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SJihLLSkHPI/AAAAAAAAAYs/Jc_gtXUdMKg/s1600-h/Picture+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231108180572118258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SJihLLSkHPI/AAAAAAAAAYs/Jc_gtXUdMKg/s320/Picture+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SJihLcn106I/AAAAAAAAAY0/AsQJ5Ielm4w/s1600-h/Picture+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231108185224762274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SJihLcn106I/AAAAAAAAAY0/AsQJ5Ielm4w/s320/Picture+020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SJihL0LB-MI/AAAAAAAAAY8/sEJVTvlredk/s1600-h/Picture+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231108191546374338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SJihL0LB-MI/AAAAAAAAAY8/sEJVTvlredk/s320/Picture+023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SJigHfGmoVI/AAAAAAAAAYE/GeHWt1wjo-0/s1600-h/Picture+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231107017659556178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SJigHfGmoVI/AAAAAAAAAYE/GeHWt1wjo-0/s320/Picture+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SJigHye2DAI/AAAAAAAAAYM/YGm-YxO96_8/s1600-h/Picture+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231107022861503490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SJigHye2DAI/AAAAAAAAAYM/YGm-YxO96_8/s320/Picture+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SJigIMx5GYI/AAAAAAAAAYU/jTEk-X2kTTw/s1600-h/Picture+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231107029920717186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SJigIMx5GYI/AAAAAAAAAYU/jTEk-X2kTTw/s320/Picture+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SJigImfYi6I/AAAAAAAAAYc/G7CQRMg5RS8/s1600-h/Picture+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231107036822408098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SJigImfYi6I/AAAAAAAAAYc/G7CQRMg5RS8/s320/Picture+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, with school creeping up, I thought it would be fun to have one last summer party before we were all heading in different directions. Isaac was so not down this a bunch of girls running all over the house, so he went to spend a guys night out with my Dad. SO, it turned into a girls slumber party. We had an awsome time. We ate pizza, played The Newly Friends game (like newly wed), ate junk food, talked, laughed and had a ball. The kids also had a blast, they ran wild and tore the house apart, but it was so worth it. Lacy ordered us all matching PJs because we are dorks and the kids got in on the action too. Even the baby boys were dressed in thier pj party duds. Thanks to my girls for such an awsome night!!!!! The night owl award is a tie between Avery and Kathleen who had to finally be seperated come midnight, they had tons to catch up on since not seeing eachother for like a day:) The drama award goes to the Copenhaver girls for most tears shed and the Brat award goes to my darling daughter (Big) Avri for just having a brat attack in the middle of the night. Finally, Davis and Ian go home with best looking babies in uniform. They are all a mess and Avri and I loved spending our night with all of you!&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/5728840130907092569-8845206155089054677?l=gillispieblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gillispieblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8845206155089054677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5728840130907092569&amp;postID=8845206155089054677' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728840130907092569/posts/default/8845206155089054677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728840130907092569/posts/default/8845206155089054677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gillispieblog.blogspot.com/2008/08/pj-party.html' title='PJ PARTY!!!'/><author><name>Gillispie Blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SJihc3RQ87I/AAAAAAAAAZE/sA7m65BlBp0/s72-c/Picture+015.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5728840130907092569.post-7704486843819331878</id><published>2008-08-02T14:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T14:48:42.869-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am officially cool!</title><content type='html'>Thursday night, my man surprised me with my Iphone.  I am in love!  I use to make fun of everybody who had an Iphone (out of jealousy of course), but now I am just as much of a dork and I cannot stop playing with the thing.  Now a delima, what pattern Vera tech case to get??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5728840130907092569-7704486843819331878?l=gillispieblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gillispieblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7704486843819331878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5728840130907092569&amp;postID=7704486843819331878' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728840130907092569/posts/default/7704486843819331878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728840130907092569/posts/default/7704486843819331878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gillispieblog.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-am-officially-cool.html' title='I am officially cool!'/><author><name>Gillispie Blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5728840130907092569.post-3421693061161121031</id><published>2008-07-31T16:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T17:03:45.331-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Marie!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SJJSAT7wM4I/AAAAAAAAAXU/W_bmHuPrbnw/s1600-h/Picture+452.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229332282634941314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SJJSAT7wM4I/AAAAAAAAAXU/W_bmHuPrbnw/s320/Picture+452.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SJJSAlVO5pI/AAAAAAAAAXc/4Lre3v7iKpM/s1600-h/Picture+449.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229332287305213586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SJJSAlVO5pI/AAAAAAAAAXc/4Lre3v7iKpM/s320/Picture+449.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SJJSA_j4v0I/AAAAAAAAAXk/EWTT0I7hZoA/s1600-h/Picture+450.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229332294345998146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SJJSA_j4v0I/AAAAAAAAAXk/EWTT0I7hZoA/s320/Picture+450.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My good friend Marie came down from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Hartselle&lt;/span&gt; yesterday with the kiddos to pay me a long overdue visit. We have been friends for a little over 8 years now and have shared jobs, pregnancies, and so much fun and laughter.  She actually helped train me for my first "real job", I know, poor thing.  We always have such a great time together and yesterday was no different. Between distance, schedules, and kids we only are able to get together maybe 2 or 3 times a year, but we always make the most of it. This time all the kids were out of school so we took the to Pump It Up for some afternoon play and afterwards headed back here for a little more girl talk before she had to head back. Before we knew it, she had rearranged my living room furniture, hung up pictures, and transformed my rooms!! I was in heaven, she has such a talent. I swear walking into her house is like walking into a Southern Living magazine. She has amazing taste and has actually started her own &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;business&lt;/span&gt; decorating professionally. I am so proud of her. Marie, Thomas, and Maggie....we can't wait for another visit. We will be dropping in soon!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5728840130907092569-3421693061161121031?l=gillispieblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gillispieblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3421693061161121031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5728840130907092569&amp;postID=3421693061161121031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728840130907092569/posts/default/3421693061161121031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728840130907092569/posts/default/3421693061161121031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gillispieblog.blogspot.com/2008/07/marie.html' title='Marie!'/><author><name>Gillispie Blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SJJSAT7wM4I/AAAAAAAAAXU/W_bmHuPrbnw/s72-c/Picture+452.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5728840130907092569.post-7058988241482850018</id><published>2008-07-31T12:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T12:58:23.132-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Upper Case Living crazy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SJIYphVgbzI/AAAAAAAAAW8/iM9ryLqaGZ0/s1600-h/Picture+454.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229269218932846386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SJIYphVgbzI/AAAAAAAAAW8/iM9ryLqaGZ0/s320/Picture+454.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SJIYp-kk62I/AAAAAAAAAXE/g3a6SkAScIY/s1600-h/Picture+456.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229269226780683106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SJIYp-kk62I/AAAAAAAAAXE/g3a6SkAScIY/s320/Picture+456.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SJIYqBLncOI/AAAAAAAAAXM/5L-1GnUbtN4/s1600-h/Picture+457.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229269227481297122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SJIYqBLncOI/AAAAAAAAAXM/5L-1GnUbtN4/s320/Picture+457.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since my party, I have been going Upper Case living crazy! The fridge is my favorite thing I have done so far, let me know what you think!! Get all these items and more from your new Upper Case LIving rep....Michelle Campbell!!! Good luck girl!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5728840130907092569-7058988241482850018?l=gillispieblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gillispieblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7058988241482850018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5728840130907092569&amp;postID=7058988241482850018' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728840130907092569/posts/default/7058988241482850018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728840130907092569/posts/default/7058988241482850018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gillispieblog.blogspot.com/2008/07/im-upper-case-living-crazy.html' title='I&apos;m Upper Case Living crazy!'/><author><name>Gillispie Blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SJIYphVgbzI/AAAAAAAAAW8/iM9ryLqaGZ0/s72-c/Picture+454.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5728840130907092569.post-187471156724144588</id><published>2008-07-30T06:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T06:13:40.559-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another miracle</title><content type='html'>A friend and church member of our recently had a little boy.  The baby was born with part of his heart that was undeveloped and things were not looking so good.  They told his mother to be prepared for many surgeries starting the very next day when he was transferred to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;UAB&lt;/span&gt;.  We all started praying and God had different plans.  When the baby was examined at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;UAB&lt;/span&gt; they found that his heart had already begun to heal itself and he would only require at most three surgeries, one now to put in a few &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;stents&lt;/span&gt; and the others would be down the road and dependent on how well he develops.  God, you are so good to us!  Thank you for another miracle!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5728840130907092569-187471156724144588?l=gillispieblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gillispieblog.blogspot.com/feeds/187471156724144588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5728840130907092569&amp;postID=187471156724144588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728840130907092569/posts/default/187471156724144588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728840130907092569/posts/default/187471156724144588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gillispieblog.blogspot.com/2008/07/another-miracle.html' title='Another miracle'/><author><name>Gillispie Blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5728840130907092569.post-4182447538908079371</id><published>2008-07-29T18:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T19:00:13.068-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Avri's question of the day??</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SI_K_GT11QI/AAAAAAAAAW0/VY4qEPOBq8A/s1600-h/Picture+063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228620877774836994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SI_K_GT11QI/AAAAAAAAAW0/VY4qEPOBq8A/s320/Picture+063.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Avri: "Why do moms have tattoos on thier butts?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: "That is just your mom Avri."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5728840130907092569-4182447538908079371?l=gillispieblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gillispieblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4182447538908079371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5728840130907092569&amp;postID=4182447538908079371' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728840130907092569/posts/default/4182447538908079371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728840130907092569/posts/default/4182447538908079371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gillispieblog.blogspot.com/2008/07/avris-question-of-day.html' title='Avri&apos;s question of the day??'/><author><name>Gillispie Blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SI_K_GT11QI/AAAAAAAAAW0/VY4qEPOBq8A/s72-c/Picture+063.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5728840130907092569.post-8859344395009314881</id><published>2008-07-29T14:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T14:34:39.754-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>I have the bravest kids on earth.  They really proved me wrong with the vaccines.  Not one tear.  Isaac did a little, "Hey, wait, what are we doing", but once he held my hand he closed his eyes and took it like a man.  Avri on the other hand laughed all the way through becuase they alcohol swab tickeled.  I am so proud!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5728840130907092569-8859344395009314881?l=gillispieblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gillispieblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8859344395009314881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5728840130907092569&amp;postID=8859344395009314881' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728840130907092569/posts/default/8859344395009314881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728840130907092569/posts/default/8859344395009314881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gillispieblog.blogspot.com/2008/07/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>Gillispie Blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5728840130907092569.post-4615288721361081211</id><published>2008-07-28T20:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T20:07:30.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pray for me!</title><content type='html'>I am taking both kids to the doc tomorrow and they will both be getting immunizations!!!!  I have not had to do this since &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Avri&lt;/span&gt; was little and Isaac was like 3 and could barely talk.  I am really scared to death because I can't imagine having two of them crying or begging me not to let them get a shot.  I mean &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Avri&lt;/span&gt; I can probably hang onto, but Isaac is just about the same size as me!  I was a screamer as a kid and I can still remember them calling in two nurses every time I had to get a shot.  Ever heard of a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;papoose&lt;/span&gt; pouch, oh I knew it well.  I will give an update tomorrow...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;AHHHHH&lt;/span&gt;!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5728840130907092569-4615288721361081211?l=gillispieblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gillispieblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4615288721361081211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5728840130907092569&amp;postID=4615288721361081211' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728840130907092569/posts/default/4615288721361081211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728840130907092569/posts/default/4615288721361081211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gillispieblog.blogspot.com/2008/07/pray-for-me.html' title='Pray for me!'/><author><name>Gillispie Blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5728840130907092569.post-672581841957854441</id><published>2008-07-26T21:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T21:32:03.685-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Avri=blow to the ego!</title><content type='html'>My sweet baby girl woke up this morning sick and running a temp.  Hoping to sooth her, I offered to sing her a song.  Most people think I have a pretty good voice, but leave it to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Avri&lt;/span&gt; to make sure my head does not get too big....  Me: "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Avri&lt;/span&gt;, if &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;mamma&lt;/span&gt; sings you a song do you think it will make you feel better?"   &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Avri&lt;/span&gt;:  "No, you don't sound good, I like the radio."   You gotta love her!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5728840130907092569-672581841957854441?l=gillispieblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gillispieblog.blogspot.com/feeds/672581841957854441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5728840130907092569&amp;postID=672581841957854441' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728840130907092569/posts/default/672581841957854441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728840130907092569/posts/default/672581841957854441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gillispieblog.blogspot.com/2008/07/avriblow-to-ego.html' title='Avri=blow to the ego!'/><author><name>Gillispie Blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5728840130907092569.post-1971795010455920943</id><published>2008-07-26T21:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T21:22:10.130-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Can anything help organize the unorganizable (is that a word)??</title><content type='html'>As most of you know, I am one of the most forgetful, unorganized, and unscheduled people the good Lord ever placed on this earth.  My sweet husband has agreed to purchase an Iphone for me for our anniversary and I am hoping maybe this device can help me a tiny bit.  My friends just rave about thiers and how it is the best thing ever in that it has your phone, calandar, e-mail, music, everything all in one.  Can the helpless be helped?  If not, I will still look cool playing with it!!!!!  YEAH!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5728840130907092569-1971795010455920943?l=gillispieblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gillispieblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1971795010455920943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5728840130907092569&amp;postID=1971795010455920943' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728840130907092569/posts/default/1971795010455920943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728840130907092569/posts/default/1971795010455920943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gillispieblog.blogspot.com/2008/07/can-anything-help-organize.html' title='Can anything help organize the unorganizable (is that a word)??'/><author><name>Gillispie Blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5728840130907092569.post-4068140151180323224</id><published>2008-07-26T16:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T16:28:12.772-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Dark Knight</title><content type='html'>Phillip and I braved the crowds last night to see "The Dark Knight".  I figured we should see it first before deciding if it was appropriate for Isaac to seeing Iron Man's dating scene left me feeling a bit uncomfortable sitting next to my eight year old son.  Boy am I glad we did.  I left a little freaked out myself.  Now, don't get me wrong it was an awsome movie, just not really appropriate for my little boy.  The joker was no joke and Heath Ledger definately fullfilled the role.  They could not have chosen anyone better for the role.  So, go see it, just don't think you are going to see your all American super hero flick!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5728840130907092569-4068140151180323224?l=gillispieblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gillispieblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4068140151180323224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5728840130907092569&amp;postID=4068140151180323224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728840130907092569/posts/default/4068140151180323224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728840130907092569/posts/default/4068140151180323224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gillispieblog.blogspot.com/2008/07/dark-knight.html' title='The Dark Knight'/><author><name>Gillispie Blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5728840130907092569.post-2249179277629249943</id><published>2008-07-25T10:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T10:25:42.202-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The pools days are winding down...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SIoMdqwcfNI/AAAAAAAAAWc/h0A9TuBkWnw/s1600-h/Picture+119.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227004021350104274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SIoMdqwcfNI/AAAAAAAAAWc/h0A9TuBkWnw/s320/Picture+119.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SIoMd0jHq8I/AAAAAAAAAWk/eFZs4cNlt6A/s1600-h/Picture+121.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227004023978568642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SIoMd0jHq8I/AAAAAAAAAWk/eFZs4cNlt6A/s320/Picture+121.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SIoMeRMzlqI/AAAAAAAAAWs/vd4pXVYIeSY/s1600-h/Picture+123.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227004031669606050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SIoMeRMzlqI/AAAAAAAAAWs/vd4pXVYIeSY/s320/Picture+123.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As the summer comes to a close, I am really savoring these final summer activities with my kids and friends. We went for a nice relaxing day at Lacy's pool and it was probably the best pool day of the summer. We were the only ones there for most of the time, the kids were good, the sun was low, and the water was cool. We will definately have to take advantage of this more next year! Thanks Lacy!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5728840130907092569-2249179277629249943?l=gillispieblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gillispieblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2249179277629249943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5728840130907092569&amp;postID=2249179277629249943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728840130907092569/posts/default/2249179277629249943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728840130907092569/posts/default/2249179277629249943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gillispieblog.blogspot.com/2008/07/pools-days-are-winding-down.html' title='The pools days are winding down...'/><author><name>Gillispie Blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SIoMdqwcfNI/AAAAAAAAAWc/h0A9TuBkWnw/s72-c/Picture+119.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5728840130907092569.post-103289734320570160</id><published>2008-07-24T15:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T15:13:11.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Family pictures!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SIj-aiIeE7I/AAAAAAAAAWU/e6jl6PFhyTc/s1600-h/Picture+115.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226707099355845554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SIj-aiIeE7I/AAAAAAAAAWU/e6jl6PFhyTc/s320/Picture+115.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SIj9n-5dE7I/AAAAAAAAAV8/npo4s0PyLoY/s1600-h/Picture+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226706230904165298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SIj9n-5dE7I/AAAAAAAAAV8/npo4s0PyLoY/s320/Picture+023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SIj9oBkghmI/AAAAAAAAAWE/5fTyde0a0Vw/s1600-h/Picture+038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226706231621617250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SIj9oBkghmI/AAAAAAAAAWE/5fTyde0a0Vw/s320/Picture+038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SIj9ofAXzVI/AAAAAAAAAWM/B6frzt7i_Ag/s1600-h/Picture+094.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226706239523114322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SIj9ofAXzVI/AAAAAAAAAWM/B6frzt7i_Ag/s320/Picture+094.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SIj8jzOsrLI/AAAAAAAAAVk/rkQX8crchfs/s1600-h/Picture+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226705059540937906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SIj8jzOsrLI/AAAAAAAAAVk/rkQX8crchfs/s320/Picture+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SIj8kIlyOWI/AAAAAAAAAVs/XJ4olqZ98Jc/s1600-h/Picture+021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226705065274915170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SIj8kIlyOWI/AAAAAAAAAVs/XJ4olqZ98Jc/s320/Picture+021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SIj8kmFU3bI/AAAAAAAAAV0/mOP-2P8htN4/s1600-h/Picture+083.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226705073191837106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SIj8kmFU3bI/AAAAAAAAAV0/mOP-2P8htN4/s320/Picture+083.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/5728840130907092569-103289734320570160?l=gillispieblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gillispieblog.blogspot.com/feeds/103289734320570160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5728840130907092569&amp;postID=103289734320570160' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728840130907092569/posts/default/103289734320570160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728840130907092569/posts/default/103289734320570160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gillispieblog.blogspot.com/2008/07/family-pictures.html' title='Family pictures!'/><author><name>Gillispie Blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SIj-aiIeE7I/AAAAAAAAAWU/e6jl6PFhyTc/s72-c/Picture+115.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5728840130907092569.post-9043323930341097439</id><published>2008-07-22T07:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T07:37:54.618-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mamma Mia!</title><content type='html'>I LOVE IT!!!  I went with some friends for a late showing and I am hooked.  You have to go see it, it is such a fun movie!  WARNING:  &lt;em&gt;I will be answering every question in song from now on.....  &lt;/em&gt;Nothing makes me happier than singing (outloud) all the way through a movie and not feeling one bit embarressed about it.  Michelle, I am ready for a second showing whenever you are ready to go!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5728840130907092569-9043323930341097439?l=gillispieblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gillispieblog.blogspot.com/feeds/9043323930341097439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5728840130907092569&amp;postID=9043323930341097439' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728840130907092569/posts/default/9043323930341097439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728840130907092569/posts/default/9043323930341097439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gillispieblog.blogspot.com/2008/07/mamma-mia.html' title='Mamma Mia!'/><author><name>Gillispie Blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5728840130907092569.post-8839333812058137004</id><published>2008-07-17T14:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T14:58:39.223-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The "eyes" have it!</title><content type='html'>Today was one of the most disturbing experiences of my life.  I got to take my friend into an office and watch them slice her eye open on a tv.  YUCK!!!  Some people find this so interesting and neat, I found it to be a puked a little in my mouth moment.  Lacy of course was not scared one bit, I was nervous enough for everybody though.  She was such a brave little patient and so ready to throw out her cute little glasses and contacts.  I can't say I blame her.  The patient was sent home with Valium and some really snazy goggles to wear.  A BIG THANKS to Angelle and Michelle for watching eight kids today while we were at Lacy's appointment.  This is poor Michelle's second week on baby duty, she gives a whole new meaning to the word best friend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get to feeling better soon Lacy, you will have to wear lots of eye make-up next week to make up for your seven days without!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5728840130907092569-8839333812058137004?l=gillispieblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gillispieblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8839333812058137004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5728840130907092569&amp;postID=8839333812058137004' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728840130907092569/posts/default/8839333812058137004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728840130907092569/posts/default/8839333812058137004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gillispieblog.blogspot.com/2008/07/eyes-have-it.html' title='The &quot;eyes&quot; have it!'/><author><name>Gillispie Blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5728840130907092569.post-7660808774792840875</id><published>2008-07-16T18:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T18:29:55.202-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It is truly Christmas in July around here!</title><content type='html'>Isaac:  Mom do you know I love action figures?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:  Yes Isaac.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isaac:  Do you know I looked some up on the computer for you to tell Santa about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:  I'm sure you did.  How much was this action figure?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isaac: um...$89.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:  WHAT!  Santa has a budget too you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isaac:  HA! HA! HA!  Mom!  Santa just makes his toys, so it doesn't cost him anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:  &lt;em&gt;Speechless&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5728840130907092569-7660808774792840875?l=gillispieblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gillispieblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7660808774792840875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5728840130907092569&amp;postID=7660808774792840875' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728840130907092569/posts/default/7660808774792840875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728840130907092569/posts/default/7660808774792840875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gillispieblog.blogspot.com/2008/07/it-is-truly-christmas-in-july-around.html' title='It is truly Christmas in July around here!'/><author><name>Gillispie Blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5728840130907092569.post-2630784136166819390</id><published>2008-07-15T17:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T17:36:32.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'>She's work of Art!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SH1CXdBLHYI/AAAAAAAAAVE/1bv8E9hv9Q0/s1600-h/Picture+417.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223404113513618818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SH1CXdBLHYI/AAAAAAAAAVE/1bv8E9hv9Q0/s320/Picture+417.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SH1CYDELSHI/AAAAAAAAAVM/ZLpLQn-MzVI/s1600-h/Picture+420.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223404123726760050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SH1CYDELSHI/AAAAAAAAAVM/ZLpLQn-MzVI/s320/Picture+420.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SH1CYg3QrxI/AAAAAAAAAVU/7rUlIsQWGHc/s1600-h/Picture+423.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223404131725651730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SH1CYg3QrxI/AAAAAAAAAVU/7rUlIsQWGHc/s320/Picture+423.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SH1CZQeFA1I/AAAAAAAAAVc/d5dw8fum3tk/s1600-h/Picture+424.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223404144504931154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SH1CZQeFA1I/AAAAAAAAAVc/d5dw8fum3tk/s320/Picture+424.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today Avri and I met up with some buddies at the new Art Works studio for a mommy and me class. It was really fun creating a picture with Avri and just spending some mom and daughter time together. She left most of the painting up to me, but she took her part. I think her favorite part was running around in the mirrored room and getting her face painted. We will definately have to go again!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5728840130907092569-2630784136166819390?l=gillispieblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gillispieblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2630784136166819390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5728840130907092569&amp;postID=2630784136166819390' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728840130907092569/posts/default/2630784136166819390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728840130907092569/posts/default/2630784136166819390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gillispieblog.blogspot.com/2008/07/shes-work-of-art.html' title='She&apos;s work of Art!'/><author><name>Gillispie Blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SH1CXdBLHYI/AAAAAAAAAVE/1bv8E9hv9Q0/s72-c/Picture+417.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5728840130907092569.post-8587748863289615475</id><published>2008-07-12T20:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T20:53:56.298-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun Facts about Avri</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SHl8GevgheI/AAAAAAAAAU8/3ibc09VVMgE/s1600-h/Avri+(90).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222341693686187490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SHl8GevgheI/AAAAAAAAAU8/3ibc09VVMgE/s320/Avri+(90).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SHl7r3OyPjI/AAAAAAAAAUk/ykfVIF6NDu0/s1600-h/New+Pic+11-4-2006+143.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222341236403355186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SHl7r3OyPjI/AAAAAAAAAUk/ykfVIF6NDu0/s320/New+Pic+11-4-2006+143.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SHl7rwuB51I/AAAAAAAAAUs/yEP7yE2JIPA/s1600-h/PA273299.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222341234655356754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SHl7rwuB51I/AAAAAAAAAUs/yEP7yE2JIPA/s320/PA273299.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SHl7sEmBg6I/AAAAAAAAAU0/FX-6GgzGNfo/s1600-h/New+Pic+11-4-2006+209.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222341239990485922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SHl7sEmBg6I/AAAAAAAAAU0/FX-6GgzGNfo/s320/New+Pic+11-4-2006+209.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are some fun facts about my favorite girl!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Avri was born two weeks early and was born in 4 hours.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Avri (Avery) means "ruler of elves", which makes sense because she is always trying to control children who are smaller than she is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Her favorite snack is pickles or cucumbers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. On her first ultrasound we thought she was a boy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Avri was the first baby I had ever seen who tried to hold her head up while we were still in the hospital.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. She says when she grows up she wants to be a mom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. She thinks her brother can do anything!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. Avri was a flower her first Halloween.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. She is a very organized child, always moving things and organizing them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. Her favorite color is pink.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;11. She loves salad and any kind of raw vegetable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;12. Avri did not get her first tooth until she was 13 months old.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;13. Avri was born the day after my mother's birthday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;14. Avri tortures our cat all day long and then every night that cat willingly sleeps in the bed with her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;15. Avri loves to make gifts for anyone who will accept them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;16. Avri lost her umbilical cord the day she came home from the hospital and we freaked out and took her to the doctor's office.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;17. Avri can make up a bed better than I can when she tries.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;18. I went to the hospital with two false alarms before she was actually born.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;19. Avri and I share a lot of the same qualities and that sometimes makes us butt heads.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;20. Avri is the daughter I always dreamed of as a little girl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5728840130907092569-8587748863289615475?l=gillispieblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gillispieblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8587748863289615475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5728840130907092569&amp;postID=8587748863289615475' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728840130907092569/posts/default/8587748863289615475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728840130907092569/posts/default/8587748863289615475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gillispieblog.blogspot.com/2008/07/fun-facts-about-avri.html' title='Fun Facts about Avri'/><author><name>Gillispie Blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SHl8GevgheI/AAAAAAAAAU8/3ibc09VVMgE/s72-c/Avri+(90).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5728840130907092569.post-5155758590755052185</id><published>2008-07-12T20:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T20:22:49.204-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun facts about Isaac</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SHl015vrN-I/AAAAAAAAAUU/O1U1RJezIgs/s1600-h/New+Pic+11-4-2006+193.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222333712295475170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SHl015vrN-I/AAAAAAAAAUU/O1U1RJezIgs/s320/New+Pic+11-4-2006+193.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SHl02FkdcdI/AAAAAAAAAUc/ARPQyXGS_aQ/s1600-h/New+Pic+11-4-2006+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222333715469660626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SHl02FkdcdI/AAAAAAAAAUc/ARPQyXGS_aQ/s320/New+Pic+11-4-2006+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SHl0J280TII/AAAAAAAAAUE/m5lRPAe9lYQ/s1600-h/DSC_3436.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222332955631045762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SHl0J280TII/AAAAAAAAAUE/m5lRPAe9lYQ/s320/DSC_3436.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SHl0MfZ6vCI/AAAAAAAAAUM/YRY8T77t-SQ/s1600-h/Kentucky-Day1+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222333000850258978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SHl0MfZ6vCI/AAAAAAAAAUM/YRY8T77t-SQ/s320/Kentucky-Day1+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I thought I would share some fun facts about my favorite boy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Born on Flag Day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Favorite flavor ice cream is vanilla.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. He has a special interest in past presidents.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. His favorite television show is American Gladiators.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. I was in labor with Isaac for 18 hours.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. Isaac's first laugh was at Phillip painting our bathroom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. Isaac insists on wearing every life preserver known to man, though he swims just fine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. Isaac means laughter (very fitting for this child).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. Isaac always has to have his closet door shut before he can go to sleep because he claims it will give him nightmares if it is open.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. Isaac weighed 7 '11 at birth and was 21 inches long.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;11. Isaac's favorite color is green (the hulk of course).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;12. Isaac is fascinated by all the Marvel comic &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;heroes&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;13. Isaac was a frog for his first &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Halloween&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;14. Isaac was rocked to sleep until he was 4 years old.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;15. Isaac sleeps with up to 20 action figures each and every night and carries at least 5 on any given ride in the car.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;16. Isaac has never willingly eaten a vegetable in his life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;17. Isaac takes everything and I mean everything at its literal meaning, so be careful what you say.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;18. Isaac was born with what they call a "short cord", a very short umbilical cord, very rare I was told.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;19. Isaac is a fish at heart, loves the water.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;20. Isaac has taught me more than I will ever teach him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5728840130907092569-5155758590755052185?l=gillispieblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gillispieblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5155758590755052185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5728840130907092569&amp;postID=5155758590755052185' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728840130907092569/posts/default/5155758590755052185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728840130907092569/posts/default/5155758590755052185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gillispieblog.blogspot.com/2008/07/fun-facts-about-isaac.html' title='Fun facts about Isaac'/><author><name>Gillispie Blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SHl015vrN-I/AAAAAAAAAUU/O1U1RJezIgs/s72-c/New+Pic+11-4-2006+193.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5728840130907092569.post-6135490685914999721</id><published>2008-07-12T14:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T15:03:48.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PJ party??</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SHkpxxShq3I/AAAAAAAAAT0/kjyNGr2XAus/s1600-h/akadayday.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222251177934170994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SHkpxxShq3I/AAAAAAAAAT0/kjyNGr2XAus/s320/akadayday.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SHkpx-MyZ8I/AAAAAAAAAT8/Qt-joVkXjHA/s1600-h/aka.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222251181399762882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SHkpx-MyZ8I/AAAAAAAAAT8/Qt-joVkXjHA/s320/aka.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So we went over to Michelle's today for a little fun in the sun which ended up turning into a pajama party. These girls love some PJs and will wear anyone's who is available. They also used Kathleen's toothbrush.....sharing is so important you know. Thanks Michelle, we had a blast!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5728840130907092569-6135490685914999721?l=gillispieblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gillispieblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6135490685914999721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5728840130907092569&amp;postID=6135490685914999721' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728840130907092569/posts/default/6135490685914999721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728840130907092569/posts/default/6135490685914999721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gillispieblog.blogspot.com/2008/07/pj-party.html' title='PJ party??'/><author><name>Gillispie Blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SHkpxxShq3I/AAAAAAAAAT0/kjyNGr2XAus/s72-c/akadayday.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5728840130907092569.post-2699602662956143514</id><published>2008-07-08T12:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T12:28:18.388-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Feel better soon little A!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SHO_fOULOpI/AAAAAAAAATs/rnq2c5FA6as/s1600-h/DSC_7058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220726936192105106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SHO_fOULOpI/AAAAAAAAATs/rnq2c5FA6as/s320/DSC_7058.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We stopped by little Avery's house to check on her today and the patient was bight eyed and bushy tailed, dancing and prancing! I was so thankful to see her looking better and she seemed like she was back to her old self. She gave us all quite a scare, I cannot even imagine what Lacy and Nick were going through, so seeing her today really gave me a big boost and I just thanked God all the way home for his love and grace. I tried to give her a big squeeze, but she was having none of that, so she is back to normal:) We love you little A and I am so happy to see you back in your dancing shoes!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5728840130907092569-2699602662956143514?l=gillispieblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gillispieblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2699602662956143514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5728840130907092569&amp;postID=2699602662956143514' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728840130907092569/posts/default/2699602662956143514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728840130907092569/posts/default/2699602662956143514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gillispieblog.blogspot.com/2008/07/feel-better-soon-little.html' title='Feel better soon little A!'/><author><name>Gillispie Blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SHO_fOULOpI/AAAAAAAAATs/rnq2c5FA6as/s72-c/DSC_7058.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5728840130907092569.post-7636552998691217034</id><published>2008-07-01T13:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T13:47:21.190-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LIttle moments</title><content type='html'>"Congratulations, it's a boy".... they never tell you that as this little boy grows up that he will go through a phase where moms become just someone to tell them when to take a bath, when to brush &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;thier&lt;/span&gt; teeth, the lady you give your snack requests to, and interrupts your favorite show to ask you dumb questions like "How was your day?"  I have really been struggling with this lately as my baby boy was my first born and my little buddy and sidekick for the first four years of his life.  It was me he wanted to tuck him in and would remind me 100 times he needed a kiss before falling asleep.  Now, at bedtime I get the cheek turned to me if I am lucky and hugs that last &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;milliseconds&lt;/span&gt;.  I know it is a boy thing and I am told that they eventually grow out of this phase, but wow is it a blow to a mommy's heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, after I night out for coffee with my girlfriends, I had missed our weekly Monday night family &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;viewing&lt;/span&gt; of American Gladiators (Isaac's favorite show).  When I got up this morning I expected the usual breakfast request, but instead Isaac walks up to me and says "I hope we can watch American Gladiators together today, we saved it on the TV for you" and fighting back tears I responded "I can't wait to watch it with you"  We spent the next hour watching &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;tv&lt;/span&gt; together and him gabbing his head off about the new gladiator and being sure to tell me what happened during each event before it even came on. And just as quickly as he hopped on that couch, he was off again doing his own thing.  I guess as he grows I will learn to cherish these little moments more and more and realize that he needs his room to grow up.  He use to fight for my attention and now I fight for his....funny how that happens.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5728840130907092569-7636552998691217034?l=gillispieblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gillispieblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7636552998691217034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5728840130907092569&amp;postID=7636552998691217034' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728840130907092569/posts/default/7636552998691217034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728840130907092569/posts/default/7636552998691217034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gillispieblog.blogspot.com/2008/07/little-moments.html' title='LIttle moments'/><author><name>Gillispie Blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5728840130907092569.post-4076683231117910409</id><published>2008-06-30T11:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T12:02:28.069-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The beach!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SGktApqIAjI/AAAAAAAAAS8/d8wJEczFHu8/s1600-h/Picture+046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217751132491219506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SGktApqIAjI/AAAAAAAAAS8/d8wJEczFHu8/s320/Picture+046.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SGktEDzgJhI/AAAAAAAAATE/h-lQACe_8rE/s1600-h/Picture+037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217751191049479698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SGktEDzgJhI/AAAAAAAAATE/h-lQACe_8rE/s320/Picture+037.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SGktGDarqAI/AAAAAAAAATM/hhWgQ4gQ9Ow/s1600-h/Picture+031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217751225305114626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SGktGDarqAI/AAAAAAAAATM/hhWgQ4gQ9Ow/s320/Picture+031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SGkrp2weMmI/AAAAAAAAASk/DgpgD3cN-bc/s1600-h/Picture+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217749641358881378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SGkrp2weMmI/AAAAAAAAASk/DgpgD3cN-bc/s320/Picture+019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SGkrqiUnQhI/AAAAAAAAASs/VYwUbZXft9I/s1600-h/Picture+079.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217749653053194770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SGkrqiUnQhI/AAAAAAAAASs/VYwUbZXft9I/s320/Picture+079.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SGkrrF4shSI/AAAAAAAAAS0/ZPUaOlUcSgY/s1600-h/Picture+042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217749662599775522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SGkrrF4shSI/AAAAAAAAAS0/ZPUaOlUcSgY/s320/Picture+042.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So the beach was once again a hit! We had a great time, the kids played in the sand all day, I got to get a little sun, Isaac was swimming like a fish, Daddy was recording the entire time, and Avri got to do her most favorite thing...strut around in her swim wear. One really funny thing was that we went to play mini golf and guess who is the only one to make not one, but two hole in ones.... Avri. I bet God must have laughed, and laughed at our faces when she did that. It was amazing. Me and my man's got to spend some nights just sitting on the balcony after the kids had gone to bed and talk, talk, talk. It was probably one of my favorite parts of the trip. &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/5728840130907092569-4076683231117910409?l=gillispieblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gillispieblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4076683231117910409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5728840130907092569&amp;postID=4076683231117910409' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728840130907092569/posts/default/4076683231117910409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728840130907092569/posts/default/4076683231117910409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gillispieblog.blogspot.com/2008/06/beach.html' title='The beach!'/><author><name>Gillispie Blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SGktApqIAjI/AAAAAAAAAS8/d8wJEczFHu8/s72-c/Picture+046.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5728840130907092569.post-8695206795347957330</id><published>2008-06-25T12:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T12:21:49.297-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Heaven's Gain</title><content type='html'>Today, I was honored to be able to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;attended&lt;/span&gt; my friend Michelle's grandfather's funeral.  Although, I was never fortunate enough to meet him before his passing, you could see in the faces of the people and in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;their&lt;/span&gt; words what an amazing man he was and how loved he was by his family and friends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that you are grieving today Michelle, but always remember that our loss is Heaven's gain and we are all working &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;towards&lt;/span&gt; that goal which he has achieved.  I love you and your family are in my prayers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5728840130907092569-8695206795347957330?l=gillispieblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gillispieblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8695206795347957330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5728840130907092569&amp;postID=8695206795347957330' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728840130907092569/posts/default/8695206795347957330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728840130907092569/posts/default/8695206795347957330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gillispieblog.blogspot.com/2008/06/heavens-gain.html' title='Heaven&apos;s Gain'/><author><name>Gillispie Blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5728840130907092569.post-2611448622802495075</id><published>2008-06-13T12:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T12:56:11.792-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Help me make it through the night.....</title><content type='html'>So, tonight is our last day of VBS and tomorrow starts our Family Vacation/Isaac's B-day week!  We leave in the morning for Atalanta for a Birthday trip to Six Flags and then leave bright and early Sunday morning for the beach!  This trip could not have come at a more perfect time.  My past couple of weeks have been really tough and I want nothing more right now than to just have some family time and focus on some fun wtih my babies and Phillip.  I can't wait to see Isaac's face when he sees all of the huge roller coasters and Avri being sure to point out every snack vendor.  I am also thrilled at the thought of us all having a week to play on the beach with no distractions and having Daddy all day and all night is always a treat.  Please pray for safe travels and we will see you when we get back!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5728840130907092569-2611448622802495075?l=gillispieblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gillispieblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2611448622802495075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5728840130907092569&amp;postID=2611448622802495075' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728840130907092569/posts/default/2611448622802495075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728840130907092569/posts/default/2611448622802495075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gillispieblog.blogspot.com/2008/06/help-me-make-it-through-night.html' title='Help me make it through the night.....'/><author><name>Gillispie Blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5728840130907092569.post-906612932808182129</id><published>2008-06-11T11:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T11:31:29.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Father's Day project</title><content type='html'>So the kids and I were working on a Father's Day project for Phillip and my Dad today.  I did one of those little books asking the kids questions about each one.  So I ask Isaac... What is Papa's Job?  "Well, I think he is assistant manager at the church"....My Dad is the pastor.  I love how it was assistant, not even manager.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ask Avri....What does Daddy look like?  He looks like a really cool man.  Phillip will love that one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to see thier faces when they open them up!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5728840130907092569-906612932808182129?l=gillispieblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gillispieblog.blogspot.com/feeds/906612932808182129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5728840130907092569&amp;postID=906612932808182129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728840130907092569/posts/default/906612932808182129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728840130907092569/posts/default/906612932808182129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gillispieblog.blogspot.com/2008/06/fathers-day-project.html' title='Father&apos;s Day project'/><author><name>Gillispie Blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5728840130907092569.post-7080678077896682584</id><published>2008-06-10T12:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T15:10:31.949-07:00</updated><title type='text'>VBS opening night</title><content type='html'>Last night began our Vacation Bible School week at Sparks Gap Baptist Church.  I am the VBS director and it is a job that I have really enjoyed doing over the past few years.  Now it is a lot of work and by the end of the week I am just about ready to be committed, but the kids make it all worth while.  To hear these children, some of who only have bible school as their church time, to pray and talk so excited about Jesus is a blessing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phillip and the youth group have also done a really great job by providing a puppet show for the kids each night to go along with the lesson.  I will be sure to share pictures of the weeks events!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5728840130907092569-7080678077896682584?l=gillispieblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gillispieblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7080678077896682584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5728840130907092569&amp;postID=7080678077896682584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728840130907092569/posts/default/7080678077896682584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728840130907092569/posts/default/7080678077896682584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gillispieblog.blogspot.com/2008/06/vbs-opening-night.html' title='VBS opening night'/><author><name>Gillispie Blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5728840130907092569.post-8081222326216484094</id><published>2008-06-09T14:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T14:43:13.355-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Celebrating Isaac</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SE2jwUScF0I/AAAAAAAAASM/Z6Ye_sg6B7g/s1600-h/Picture+078.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210000394412627778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SE2jwUScF0I/AAAAAAAAASM/Z6Ye_sg6B7g/s320/Picture+078.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SE2jxGFbxNI/AAAAAAAAASU/qu751-Ia3ao/s1600-h/Picture+080.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210000407779853522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SE2jxGFbxNI/AAAAAAAAASU/qu751-Ia3ao/s320/Picture+080.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SE2jxyZ6sNI/AAAAAAAAASc/k4ubL5iVjnI/s1600-h/Picture+085.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210000419676926162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SE2jxyZ6sNI/AAAAAAAAASc/k4ubL5iVjnI/s320/Picture+085.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since we are leaving Saturday for Six Flags, we decided to have an early family celebration for Isaac. The day started by Phillip taking Isaac birthday shopping. He was given an amount of money and allowed to buy whatever he wanted with it. Here is what we wound up with ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209999132434735954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SE2im3Ddo1I/AAAAAAAAASE/bHO4Nh7R-H8/s320/Picture+084.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Six of the same Hulk action figure.... he needed all of them because each has on a different color pant. You have to know Isaac to understand this logic.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Next, we invited my mom, dad, sister, and BIL to come over for some Hulk cake and icecream. We had a blast and Isaac was very happy with his Hulk birthday. He is even skipping out on our VBS end of the week party so that he can catch the opening of Hulk the movies...do you see there is a theme here. I love you Isaac, you are my Super Hero!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5728840130907092569-8081222326216484094?l=gillispieblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gillispieblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8081222326216484094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5728840130907092569&amp;postID=8081222326216484094' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728840130907092569/posts/default/8081222326216484094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728840130907092569/posts/default/8081222326216484094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gillispieblog.blogspot.com/2008/06/celebrating-isaac.html' title='Celebrating Isaac'/><author><name>Gillispie Blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SE2jwUScF0I/AAAAAAAAASM/Z6Ye_sg6B7g/s72-c/Picture+078.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5728840130907092569.post-8397733326901858610</id><published>2008-06-09T14:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T14:35:03.571-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baking with Daddy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SE2huSamKgI/AAAAAAAAARs/IjbBDDJSWnw/s1600-h/Picture+081.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209998160526977538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SE2huSamKgI/AAAAAAAAARs/IjbBDDJSWnw/s320/Picture+081.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SE2hvKdxj-I/AAAAAAAAAR0/56DqLFNG8r4/s1600-h/Picture+082.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209998175572692962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SE2hvKdxj-I/AAAAAAAAAR0/56DqLFNG8r4/s320/Picture+082.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SE2hvheVTKI/AAAAAAAAAR8/TiRi2axOUYA/s1600-h/Picture+083.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209998181749050530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SE2hvheVTKI/AAAAAAAAAR8/TiRi2axOUYA/s320/Picture+083.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;HOld on to your seats.....my husband likes baking. He made me a birthday cake for my birthday and now is always volunterring to help in the kitchen. So of course, I use this to my advantage and bring up the poin that I bet homemade cookies are much better than store bought and he volunteers to give it a go. Avri was happy to be his helper for the evening and together than made thier first batch of real chocolate chip cookies! They were delicious! Can't wait to see what he comes up with next!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5728840130907092569-8397733326901858610?l=gillispieblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gillispieblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8397733326901858610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5728840130907092569&amp;postID=8397733326901858610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728840130907092569/posts/default/8397733326901858610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728840130907092569/posts/default/8397733326901858610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gillispieblog.blogspot.com/2008/06/baking-with-daddy.html' title='Baking with Daddy'/><author><name>Gillispie Blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SE2huSamKgI/AAAAAAAAARs/IjbBDDJSWnw/s72-c/Picture+081.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5728840130907092569.post-4694852569005341393</id><published>2008-06-09T14:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T14:21:35.143-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Me, Myself, and I</title><content type='html'>So I have been thinking about myself a lot lately.  You know the usual... am I a good person, do I treat others the way I want to be treated, am I someone that my children can look up to, is God please with the woman I have grown up to be??  And after days of worrying and wondering I have come to a conclusion...... I'm me!  I know there are plenty of things others might change about me and of course I can always strive to be a better example for my children, but at the end of the day I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;truly&lt;/span&gt; am happy with the person that I am.  I'm forgetful, messy, way to early or way to late, I talk over people when I get excited, I'm scared of my shadow, and I always commit to more than I can actually accomplish and I know this.  They are not my best qualities, but they are part of me and I have come to a point in my life where I am going to be happy being me no matter what anyone else thinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was talking to a friend the other day and she said something that made me feel a lot better "If you took away everything about your personality that somebody did not like, eventually there would be nothing left of you"  Can you imagine, no Misty left, now that is a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;tragedy&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5728840130907092569-4694852569005341393?l=gillispieblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gillispieblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4694852569005341393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5728840130907092569&amp;postID=4694852569005341393' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728840130907092569/posts/default/4694852569005341393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728840130907092569/posts/default/4694852569005341393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gillispieblog.blogspot.com/2008/06/me-myself-and-i.html' title='Me, Myself, and I'/><author><name>Gillispie Blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5728840130907092569.post-7079802506391218976</id><published>2008-06-06T08:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T08:06:03.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Michelle!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SElSTiMoqjI/AAAAAAAAARk/irSvlMDysq4/s1600-h/DSC_7022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208784939581483570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SElSTiMoqjI/AAAAAAAAARk/irSvlMDysq4/s320/DSC_7022.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last night we hit the mean streets of South Side to celebrate Michelle's big 31! We ate at a trendy little hot spot with big prices and small portions, but the food was really great and it was cool to go to a place that was different! I am so glad I got to share your birthday with you and I hope there are many more. HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5728840130907092569-7079802506391218976?l=gillispieblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gillispieblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7079802506391218976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5728840130907092569&amp;postID=7079802506391218976' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728840130907092569/posts/default/7079802506391218976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728840130907092569/posts/default/7079802506391218976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gillispieblog.blogspot.com/2008/06/happy-birthday-michelle.html' title='Happy Birthday Michelle!'/><author><name>Gillispie Blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SElSTiMoqjI/AAAAAAAAARk/irSvlMDysq4/s72-c/DSC_7022.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5728840130907092569.post-542855128847701163</id><published>2008-06-05T14:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T14:46:37.482-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I miss my man!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SEheqTnYWhI/AAAAAAAAARc/VP6fHVM4EFY/s1600-h/Kentucky-Day1+035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208517049966942738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SEheqTnYWhI/AAAAAAAAARc/VP6fHVM4EFY/s320/Kentucky-Day1+035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SEhd55hg1dI/AAAAAAAAARU/pKB1e2Jnpoc/s1600-h/Kentucky-Day1+034.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SEhdmq1ZnvI/AAAAAAAAARM/SnZnb4FsGj4/s1600-h/Picture+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SEhcWNbbDeI/AAAAAAAAARE/QjN__ssCpv8/s1600-h/Picture+032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208514505685536226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SEhcWNbbDeI/AAAAAAAAARE/QjN__ssCpv8/s320/Picture+032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, so this is day 5 without Phillip and I am going nuts! You never realize how much you need someone until they are not with you. Tomorrow will be the longest we have been apart since we got married. I confess, there are those days when I am like get out of my face, but right now nothing seems right with him gone. You all know I cannot sleep without him here and I just miss seeing his stupid face. The house is too quiet, he always comes in after work and riles the children up by running around crazy and rolling in the floor with them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He will be back on Saturday and I can't wait to give him a big smooch and fall asleep without the children and I locked in by bedroom with my home phone, cell phone, and gun in the cloest!&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/5728840130907092569-542855128847701163?l=gillispieblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gillispieblog.blogspot.com/feeds/542855128847701163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5728840130907092569&amp;postID=542855128847701163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728840130907092569/posts/default/542855128847701163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728840130907092569/posts/default/542855128847701163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gillispieblog.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-miss-my-man.html' title='I miss my man!'/><author><name>Gillispie Blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SEheqTnYWhI/AAAAAAAAARc/VP6fHVM4EFY/s72-c/Kentucky-Day1+035.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5728840130907092569.post-612139934103440746</id><published>2008-06-04T07:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T07:51:30.171-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh what a night!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SEar3Wn1-ZI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/oqq_uFBQSzw/s1600-h/Picture+068.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208038986554407314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SEar3Wn1-ZI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/oqq_uFBQSzw/s320/Picture+068.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SEaqmAiqIFI/AAAAAAAAAQk/AaNj9fvM5VU/s1600-h/Picture+074.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208037589057675346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SEaqmAiqIFI/AAAAAAAAAQk/AaNj9fvM5VU/s320/Picture+074.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SEaqnl1bHOI/AAAAAAAAAQs/AtjkbjPLAps/s1600-h/Picture+073.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208037616248364258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SEaqnl1bHOI/AAAAAAAAAQs/AtjkbjPLAps/s320/Picture+073.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SEaqpO8gRyI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/gofE-4voMNQ/s1600-h/Picture+069.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208037644463785762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SEaqpO8gRyI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/gofE-4voMNQ/s320/Picture+069.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SEap7K_HT-I/AAAAAAAAAQU/LG-qungEpDY/s1600-h/Picture+077.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208036853127008226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SEap7K_HT-I/AAAAAAAAAQU/LG-qungEpDY/s320/Picture+077.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SEap70sIFTI/AAAAAAAAAQc/3lI-HMIeaO0/s1600-h/Picture+075.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208036864321656114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SEap70sIFTI/AAAAAAAAAQc/3lI-HMIeaO0/s320/Picture+075.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;With Phillip being out of town my sweet friend Angelle decided to take me and the kids in for the night. We had such a great time! The kids played and faught, played and faught, Angelle slaved over the stove and each child promptly asked for spegehetti. We enjoyed some fabulous smores with no injury. We put the kids in the tub, which the girls turned into a bubble factory. After getting them "setteled in" with a movie Angelle and I went down stairs to scrapbook in her fabulous new craft area. I think we would have gotten more done, but we could not stop gasping at the new video game Chris was playing, GTA (you have to know the lingo). It was definately a fun night and Angelle is so brave for having us over. It will be my only restfull night of sleep this week since I knew I had Hulk Hogan downstairs to protect us. I will be so happy when my mini Hulk is back to protect me against all those murders and rapists out there waiting for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of course there were lots of memorable quotes from the night, but I must tell you my favorite compliments of Alex Copenhaver after Isaac had made an issue of having dirt on his foot: "Imagine if you were poor then you would be dirty all the time." I think sombody has been watching to many Disney movies with the poor chimney sweeps. I love you Alex, I am always waiting to see what you will say next!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I cannot leave Avri's out as they are going downstairs to clean up Alex says "lets go clean up" and Avri replies "Yea, so we can make some money!" She is a woman after my own heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are the pics below of the PJ party, Thanks again Angelle and the Copey family for keeping us company!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/5728840130907092569-612139934103440746?l=gillispieblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gillispieblog.blogspot.com/feeds/612139934103440746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5728840130907092569&amp;postID=612139934103440746' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728840130907092569/posts/default/612139934103440746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728840130907092569/posts/default/612139934103440746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gillispieblog.blogspot.com/2008/06/oh-what-night.html' title='Oh what a night!'/><author><name>Gillispie Blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SEar3Wn1-ZI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/oqq_uFBQSzw/s72-c/Picture+068.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5728840130907092569.post-3955022997877405220</id><published>2008-05-29T13:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T14:23:22.280-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My random 20</title><content type='html'>Okay, my friends did these, peer pressure....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  I have never entered a haunted house in my life and NEVER will!  I am terrified of my own shadow and to know for certain that someone will jump out at me is to much for my heart to handle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  I LOVE TO BE ALONE!  I know that sounds crazy considering how much I thrive on attention, but I really love sitting in any empty house sometimes or just walking around a store all by myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  Phillip and I do not find each other funny, but other people find us each seperately funny.  Phillip says that I don't laugh at him on purpose and I feel he does the same to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  It is hard for me to let things go.  Arguments, friendships, loved ones, unanswered questions....  I may act like I have forgotten all about it, but it is always in the back of my mind.  I wish that was something that I could change because it causes me more pain than it is worth sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  My longest friendship has been for 21 years.  I have been best friends with my friend Emily since I was 7 and we are still going strong and we could not be more different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.  I know I am annoying sometimes.  I think people don't think I realize this about myself, but I am well aware.  It is part of the package, if you can't handle it then rethink this purchase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.  My first sister died at birth.  There are lots of times I wonder what it would have been like to have her here and if she and I would have had a good relationship and if I would have even been born had she lived.  I know God knew best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.  I am surprised by my mothering abilities.  I really am so scattered brained that some days I wonder how they got fed and dressed and bathed, but somehow with God's help I keep it all together and I think I do a pretty good job!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.  I am an idea thief.  I swear I come up with few things on my own.  I steal paint colors, decorating ideas, blogg ideas, everything.  I wish I was more creative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.  I love to see people fall down.  It is horrible, I know this, but I love it.  Even small children as long as they don't get hurt, is extremely funny to me.  I am sick!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.  I secretly think Phillip is more attractive than me.  He does not read this blog and I would never tell him, but I wonder if people think he is cuter than me?  Is that weird?  Is he?  Don't tell me, I am scared of the answer.  It is a double edged sword.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.  I never sat in Santa's lap as a child.  The fear was to much for me to handle and I never got the nerve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13.  Phillip is truely my perfect match.  He loves me for just me.  He knows I always forget and remembers, He knows I am loud and he is quiet, He knows I am scared and he is brave,  He knows I am scared of the dark so he waits up as late as is needed with a light on, He knows I am not perfect and still thinks I am.  I just know there is nobody else in this world who can see me with those eyes and I feel the same way about him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14.  I hate my nostrils, they are oddly shaped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15.  My dad is a preacher who rides a Harley and has tons of tattoos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16.  I love movies from the 80's!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17.I still remember all the lyrics to the theme song from Jem!  You know babysitter by day and rock star by night, pink hair, batteling the misfitz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18.  I always have good intentions, though they most of the time don't go as planned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19.  I have no more ideas for random facts, see lack of creativity!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5728840130907092569-3955022997877405220?l=gillispieblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gillispieblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3955022997877405220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5728840130907092569&amp;postID=3955022997877405220' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728840130907092569/posts/default/3955022997877405220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728840130907092569/posts/default/3955022997877405220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gillispieblog.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-random-20.html' title='My random 20'/><author><name>Gillispie Blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5728840130907092569.post-3549252271473639231</id><published>2008-05-22T12:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T12:50:51.249-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The last day of third grade:(</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SDXObTgUt6I/AAAAAAAAAPM/SF0A5HIpmfs/s1600-h/Picture+061.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203291912984115106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SDXObTgUt6I/AAAAAAAAAPM/SF0A5HIpmfs/s320/Picture+061.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SDXObymWDNI/AAAAAAAAAPU/rQm7OYpGyVM/s1600-h/Picture+062.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203291921330867410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SDXObymWDNI/AAAAAAAAAPU/rQm7OYpGyVM/s320/Picture+062.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SDXOcmMzfqI/AAAAAAAAAPc/E30ubf0VIHQ/s1600-h/Picture+063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203291935182388898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SDXOcmMzfqI/AAAAAAAAAPc/E30ubf0VIHQ/s320/Picture+063.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SDXOdrZTCvI/AAAAAAAAAPk/OfUz8va2X64/s1600-h/Picture+064.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203291953756834546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SDXOdrZTCvI/AAAAAAAAAPk/OfUz8va2X64/s320/Picture+064.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today was Isaac's last day of third grade and his last day to be in Elementary School. It is so hard to believe. It seems just yesterday it was his first day of K and now once again I am bawling my eyes out as I walk out of the school. I'm not really sure why the tears began to flow, but as soon as I hugged his teacher and thanked her for the year they just came flooding out. I guess I am just overwhelmed by the amount of support that the teachers at Valley have given us over the past years and how much they truley care about Isaac and help him strive to succeed. Plus, it does get me that my baby boy is growing up and we had a baby shower for his teacher today also. I can remember being like her, just waiting for the first to arrive and all of those feelings a new mom-to-be has and now my baby boy is almost as big as I am and starting intermediate school, it was too much for one day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5728840130907092569-3549252271473639231?l=gillispieblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gillispieblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3549252271473639231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5728840130907092569&amp;postID=3549252271473639231' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728840130907092569/posts/default/3549252271473639231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728840130907092569/posts/default/3549252271473639231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gillispieblog.blogspot.com/2008/05/last-day-of-third-grade.html' title='The last day of third grade:('/><author><name>Gillispie Blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SDXObTgUt6I/AAAAAAAAAPM/SF0A5HIpmfs/s72-c/Picture+061.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5728840130907092569.post-3498638312276635688</id><published>2008-05-19T08:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T12:29:13.315-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A birthday that will truly last forver!</title><content type='html'>Excuse my toes!&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SDHOXzsNAgI/AAAAAAAAAPE/fFKuXRGKhaw/s1600-h/Picture+059.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202165952997556738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 231px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="320" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SDHOXzsNAgI/AAAAAAAAAPE/fFKuXRGKhaw/s320/Picture+059.jpg" width="166" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SDGmSjsNAeI/AAAAAAAAAO0/dYYDvHaHSiE/s1600-h/DSC_3584.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202121882338132450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SDGmSjsNAeI/AAAAAAAAAO0/dYYDvHaHSiE/s320/DSC_3584.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SDGmSzsNAfI/AAAAAAAAAO8/rD7JL-LlySg/s1600-h/DSC_3585.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202121886633099762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SDGmSzsNAfI/AAAAAAAAAO8/rD7JL-LlySg/s320/DSC_3585.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SDGl_jsNAcI/AAAAAAAAAOk/zzecgqIw8Sw/s1600-h/DSC_3586.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202121555920617922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SDGl_jsNAcI/AAAAAAAAAOk/zzecgqIw8Sw/s320/DSC_3586.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SDGl_zsNAdI/AAAAAAAAAOs/U4KFLP3gGe4/s1600-h/DSC_3598.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202121560215585234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SDGl_zsNAdI/AAAAAAAAAOs/U4KFLP3gGe4/s320/DSC_3598.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SDGlnzsNAZI/AAAAAAAAAOM/fodiNuP61-4/s1600-h/DSC_3558.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202121147898724754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SDGlnzsNAZI/AAAAAAAAAOM/fodiNuP61-4/s320/DSC_3558.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SDGloDsNAaI/AAAAAAAAAOU/GQN_Z60U0YE/s1600-h/DSC_3559.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202121152193692066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SDGloDsNAaI/AAAAAAAAAOU/GQN_Z60U0YE/s320/DSC_3559.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SDGlojsNAbI/AAAAAAAAAOc/dv_i9FtH9BI/s1600-h/DSC_3585.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Friday night was spent celebrating my 28th birthday with my gals! There was food, fun, and tattooing?? I had been wanting to get the Autism puzzle piece symbol for a LONG time and decided that was the night! I had friends around to support me and hold my hand all the way through. I even convinced a few other to join in!?!? I am sure some people don't like tattoos, but for me this puzzle piece is so much more than just something cute to put on my foot. It symbolizes how a situation in our lives went from heartbreak to healing and how proud I am as a mother of an autistic child who has beaten the odds and proven to everyone that he is more than his diagnosis. It is truly a night we will NEVER forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5728840130907092569-3498638312276635688?l=gillispieblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gillispieblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3498638312276635688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5728840130907092569&amp;postID=3498638312276635688' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728840130907092569/posts/default/3498638312276635688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728840130907092569/posts/default/3498638312276635688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gillispieblog.blogspot.com/2008/05/birthday-that-will-truly-last-forver.html' title='A birthday that will truly last forver!'/><author><name>Gillispie Blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w78jbLO4m08/SDHOXzsNAgI/AAAAAAAAAPE/fFKuXRGKhaw/s72-c/Picture+059.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5728840130907092569.post-4253107454949216275</id><published>2008-05-09T22:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T22:59:05.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rewind</title><content type='html'>Have you ever had one of those days that you wish you could just hit rewind on and start it over again.  That was today!  It was just a wasted day, I got nothing done, I canceled pictures I should have waited on (thanks James Span), and I got really upset with Isaac for something stupid that I should have been more understanding about.  Now, I am just really feeling horrible about making a big deal out of it and am wanting to drive to my mom's and give him a hug.  I forgot his action figures, which he really depends on having at night and instead of just driving back home and getting them, I complained and told him that he should learn to adjust when he does not have the things he wants and to stop being a baby.  It was not fair to say to him.  I know how much he depends on them more than anyone.  UGH, don't you just feel horrible when you look back on the day and realize that you said something you shouldn't have to your kid.  It just really sucks when they are old enough to understand when you are losing patience and then when I was dropping him off he says "I'll miss you tonight Mom".... Okay Lord, I get it, I feel like dirt already I promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is a reminder to myself to strive to have the same amount of patience with my children that God has for me daily and I know I must drive him crazy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5728840130907092569-4253107454949216275?l=gillispieblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gillispieblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4253107454949216275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5728840130907092569&amp;postID=4253107454949216275' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728840130907092569/posts/default/4253107454949216275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728840130907092569/posts/default/4253107454949216275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gillispieblog.blogspot.com/2008/05/rewind.html' title='Rewind'/><author><name>Gillispie Blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5728840130907092569.post-6411595973806526286</id><published>2008-05-09T06:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T06:52:27.698-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am SOOO BEHIND!</title><content type='html'>Okay over the next few days I am planning on catching this thing up, so be patient.  They may be out of order, but you will get the picture!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5728840130907092569-6411595973806526286?l=gillispieblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gillispieblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6411595973806526286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5728840130907092569&amp;postID=6411595973806526286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728840130907092569/posts/default/6411595973806526286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5728840130907092569/posts/default/6411595973806526286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gillispieblog.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-am-sooo-behind.html' title='I am SOOO BEHIND!'/><author><name>Gillispie Blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
