<?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-6871818900138709767</id><updated>2011-12-26T18:04:12.884-08:00</updated><category term='Holidays'/><category term='Girls of Grace'/><category term='Overcoming adversities'/><category term='reflection'/><category term='Me and Mark'/><category term='Ranch life'/><category term='Personal Change'/><category term='vacation'/><category term='about me'/><category term='My family'/><category term='Friends'/><category term='self-improvement'/><category term='Mana'/><category term='Faith'/><category term='Sports'/><category term='Goals'/><category term='Good Ole Days'/><category term='Kater Bug'/><category term='Faith and Family'/><category term='Things That Make Me Smile'/><category term='teaching'/><title type='text'>Livin' In The Good Old Days</title><subtitle type='html'>This blog was created to document the life and times of me and my family, with a dash of humor, faith, and reality...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandafrerich.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6871818900138709767/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandafrerich.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Amanda Frerich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08471990874684962247</uri><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>41</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6871818900138709767.post-5035828977384885399</id><published>2011-12-26T18:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-26T18:04:12.898-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><title type='text'>Christmas 2011</title><content type='html'>I can't remember the last time I've just lounged around and have done absolutely nothing (all day)!!&amp;nbsp; It's been nice,&amp;nbsp;but I've been trying to push the guilty thoughts of doing nothing out of my mind.&amp;nbsp; I justify it by telling myself this is the only day I'll do this over the holidays.&amp;nbsp; Yep, now that I'm a working Mom, all my free time during any holiday is getting projects done!&amp;nbsp; I have a few in mind.&amp;nbsp; Cleaning out our basement is top on my list.&amp;nbsp; I'm going to start tackling that first thing in the morning because I have a basketball game to go to tomorrow afternoon.&amp;nbsp; Before coming home, I guess I'll stop by the school and pick up the 48 research papers I need to grade!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Yeah, I'm not feeling guilty anymore...&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With our crazy schedule, Christmas was upon me before I realized it.&amp;nbsp; We got out of school at lunch, on Wednesday,&amp;nbsp;so&amp;nbsp;I headed to the mall to do all of my Christmas shopping!&amp;nbsp; I love buying gifts for my girls because they are always so grateful!&amp;nbsp; BTW, I don't wrap presents anymore...bags are the way to go, and Marie Callender is now one of my best friends!&amp;nbsp; It makes the holidays a lot less stressful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a look at how we celebrate Christmas:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We usually have supper (for my side of the family), at the ranch, on the eve of&amp;nbsp;Christmas Eve.&amp;nbsp; It's pretty casual, and we always end&amp;nbsp;up roasting marshmallows by a campfire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Christmas Eve, we head over to my mom and dad's around 4:00.&amp;nbsp; My mom reads a Christmas story every year before we begin opening gifts.&amp;nbsp; The book she reads is about the nativity and it has ornaments in it.&amp;nbsp; The kids take turns placing the ornaments on the tree.&amp;nbsp; After the story, we open gifts.&amp;nbsp; My brother is usually Santa...passing out the gifts one at a time.&amp;nbsp; It's a lot more meaningful this way, and it makes it last longer.&amp;nbsp; I love Christmas Eve with my family. I always look around at their faces and feel so blessed.&amp;nbsp; They are all such good people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j47nFai3irw/Tvj-iM-_J8I/AAAAAAAAAP4/Forcr3XA1jM/s1600/fall+and+christmas+eve+2011+181.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" rea="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j47nFai3irw/Tvj-iM-_J8I/AAAAAAAAAP4/Forcr3XA1jM/s320/fall+and+christmas+eve+2011+181.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mom...aka...The Fun Maker!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MQS5RlkrW3M/TvkAfQN6cKI/AAAAAAAAAQE/gFRBmTDq3QI/s1600/fall+and+christmas+eve+2011+190.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" rea="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MQS5RlkrW3M/TvkAfQN6cKI/AAAAAAAAAQE/gFRBmTDq3QI/s320/fall+and+christmas+eve+2011+190.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Picture perfect...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vM4Yw2Iogkk/TvkBW5B2UeI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/6ACesJjzj-4/s1600/fall+and+christmas+eve+2011+196.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" rea="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vM4Yw2Iogkk/TvkBW5B2UeI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/6ACesJjzj-4/s320/fall+and+christmas+eve+2011+196.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Mom, reading the story, and my youngest -&amp;nbsp;with my hubby in the background.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ot_ZeBMrDm0/TvkCjJA93hI/AAAAAAAAAQc/xASfFwBz_LI/s1600/fall+and+christmas+eve+2011+189-1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="235" rea="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ot_ZeBMrDm0/TvkCjJA93hI/AAAAAAAAAQc/xASfFwBz_LI/s320/fall+and+christmas+eve+2011+189-1.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The best sister in the entire world with our new little dog - Chico.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ua36MP1Jo3I/TvkE6D4bXMI/AAAAAAAAAQo/0ua0ADcB3Ic/s1600/fall+and+christmas+eve+2011+198.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" rea="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ua36MP1Jo3I/TvkE6D4bXMI/AAAAAAAAAQo/0ua0ADcB3Ic/s320/fall+and+christmas+eve+2011+198.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Trying to find the perfect place for the ornament.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ieDAkOfWRmI/TvkHnnP5NcI/AAAAAAAAARA/nIPsMZGM5y4/s1600/fall+and+christmas+eve+2011+191.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" rea="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ieDAkOfWRmI/TvkHnnP5NcI/AAAAAAAAARA/nIPsMZGM5y4/s320/fall+and+christmas+eve+2011+191.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;My brother and his youngest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-j348UXoYEss/TvkLCwDpyII/AAAAAAAAARM/x415idu0-WI/s1600/fall+and+christmas+eve+2011+219.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" rea="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-j348UXoYEss/TvkLCwDpyII/AAAAAAAAARM/x415idu0-WI/s320/fall+and+christmas+eve+2011+219.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;My beautiful girls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dimNRjLfULs/TvkMBUBvWtI/AAAAAAAAARY/VOkUs6Hk4kE/s1600/fall+and+christmas+eve+2011+186.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" rea="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dimNRjLfULs/TvkMBUBvWtI/AAAAAAAAARY/VOkUs6Hk4kE/s320/fall+and+christmas+eve+2011+186.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Amy (sis-in-law), Mom, Amber, and me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BmKTNGabXPo/TvkNSeP1lrI/AAAAAAAAARk/yvTR6VGqiDI/s1600/fall+and+christmas+eve+2011+208.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" rea="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BmKTNGabXPo/TvkNSeP1lrI/AAAAAAAAARk/yvTR6VGqiDI/s320/fall+and+christmas+eve+2011+208.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Okay, so we usually try to destroy all ants at the ranch!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Apparently, we have to go online and order ants for this farm!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Oh well, that's what she wanted!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;﻿After we have open our gifts, our extended family arrives a little later.&amp;nbsp; We usually start out with Meme's famous spinach dip and chips.&amp;nbsp; Once the bowl is sat down on the bar, it's like my family turns into a school of pirhannas!&amp;nbsp; The dip is devoured in a matter of minutes! This year we ate turkey, dressing, and the trimmings.&amp;nbsp;My mom always makes a chocolate cake and we sing Happy Birthday to Jesus.&amp;nbsp; Then the kids open their presents, and Meme is always Mrs. Claus.&amp;nbsp; For the last few years, the&amp;nbsp;rest of us have&amp;nbsp;had a gift exchange.&amp;nbsp; It's fun and&amp;nbsp;we don't have to buy as many&amp;nbsp;gifts!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-e7K_IfPjP1M/TvkQSIFnAhI/AAAAAAAAARw/SKMTJ6OwikI/s1600/fall+and+christmas+eve+2011+216.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" rea="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-e7K_IfPjP1M/TvkQSIFnAhI/AAAAAAAAARw/SKMTJ6OwikI/s320/fall+and+christmas+eve+2011+216.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Mrs. Claus and Brianna (my cousin)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-R2xzpwbeJwA/TvkSmJxVbpI/AAAAAAAAAR8/zpyaGBmGHcc/s1600/fall+and+christmas+eve+2011+226.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" rea="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-R2xzpwbeJwA/TvkSmJxVbpI/AAAAAAAAAR8/zpyaGBmGHcc/s320/fall+and+christmas+eve+2011+226.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Gift exchange...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;"Put it down and GET THE iTUNEs CARD!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;(Me, giving Mark last minute gift advice)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Those words came out of my mouth a little more dramatic than I intended! ha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Hail83CyYkI/TvkXT6Di1GI/AAAAAAAAASI/PW1kDJfw34s/s1600/fall+and+christmas+eve+2011+225.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" rea="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Hail83CyYkI/TvkXT6Di1GI/AAAAAAAAASI/PW1kDJfw34s/s320/fall+and+christmas+eve+2011+225.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Somebody's being funny.&amp;nbsp; I wonder what or who&amp;nbsp;they are laughing at?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It could be anything/anyone.&amp;nbsp; My family is always laughing.&amp;nbsp; I love it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;After our extended family went home, the rest of us sat around the fire, in the living room, and visited until it was hard to stay awake.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Eventually, Mark, the girls and I headed to the ranch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I was excited about spending the whole day with Mark and the girls on Christmas day.&amp;nbsp; On Christmas morning, everyone started out drinking frozen hot chocolate while opening gifts.&amp;nbsp; We also open our gifts one at a time.&amp;nbsp; I'm Mrs. Claus at our house.&amp;nbsp; The girls loved their gifts.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;A few of their favorites...&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DBjcUhYnCoM/TvkbO7WHqhI/AAAAAAAAASg/jUjEEfxEu7E/s1600/christmas+%252711+009.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" rea="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DBjcUhYnCoM/TvkbO7WHqhI/AAAAAAAAASg/jUjEEfxEu7E/s200/christmas+%252711+009.JPG" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AFARD-QAf70/TvkZ-8WdGvI/AAAAAAAAASU/XNYDJcO7fRc/s1600/christmas+%252711+002.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" rea="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AFARD-QAf70/TvkZ-8WdGvI/AAAAAAAAASU/XNYDJcO7fRc/s200/christmas+%252711+002.JPG" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1K-45Fb0n7A/Tvkczxg0O9I/AAAAAAAAASs/KjQ17z1MA_c/s1600/christmas+%252711+007.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" rea="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1K-45Fb0n7A/Tvkczxg0O9I/AAAAAAAAASs/KjQ17z1MA_c/s200/christmas+%252711+007.JPG" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Can you say excited?!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;A new Bible and cover were&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Jeans long enough for long legs!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Our tech savvy girl loved&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; #1 on her list...sweet girl.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;﻿&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; it!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;After opening our gifts, the girls and I went to the kitchen and made a big country breakfast...biscuits and gravy, eggs, bacon, sausage, and strawberries.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ccr0Z8h-lo4/TvkfFBWBIdI/AAAAAAAAAS4/IBsNA1EraPU/s1600/christmas+%252711+011.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" rea="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ccr0Z8h-lo4/TvkfFBWBIdI/AAAAAAAAAS4/IBsNA1EraPU/s320/christmas+%252711+011.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Cutting up strawberries&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9it0CRyRPng/Tvkf7TTJlDI/AAAAAAAAATE/DIRYyIT9VE4/s1600/christmas+%252711+012.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" rea="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9it0CRyRPng/Tvkf7TTJlDI/AAAAAAAAATE/DIRYyIT9VE4/s320/christmas+%252711+012.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Whipping up the eggs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_A-J5o6_N78/Tvkg5aY3nII/AAAAAAAAATQ/fj1CsYRBDpc/s1600/christmas+%252711+013.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" rea="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_A-J5o6_N78/Tvkg5aY3nII/AAAAAAAAATQ/fj1CsYRBDpc/s320/christmas+%252711+013.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Christmas breakfast...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pazqsmZp0fo/Tvkh7vNXVhI/AAAAAAAAATc/UbI5TSebaHI/s1600/christmas+%252711+014.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" rea="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pazqsmZp0fo/Tvkh7vNXVhI/AAAAAAAAATc/UbI5TSebaHI/s200/christmas+%252711+014.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OIqFFnwfz2M/TvkkBaGwfPI/AAAAAAAAATo/MqUBUeucZh4/s1600/christmas+%252711+016.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" rea="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OIqFFnwfz2M/TvkkBaGwfPI/AAAAAAAAATo/MqUBUeucZh4/s200/christmas+%252711+016.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Watching &lt;em&gt;Seven Days in Utopia...&lt;/em&gt;such a good movie!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;All in all, it was a nice, relaxing Christmas with my family.&amp;nbsp; I'm looking forward to a wonderful new year with them﻿!&amp;nbsp; I thank the Lord that I have such a wonderful family and that we had such a good Christmas.&amp;nbsp; I give Him the glory!&amp;nbsp; I'll end with one of my favorite quotes, "Jesus is the reason for the season!"&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;BTW, we'll be celebrating Christmas with Mark's family on New Year's Eve.&amp;nbsp; I'm looking forward to it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6871818900138709767-5035828977384885399?l=amandafrerich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandafrerich.blogspot.com/feeds/5035828977384885399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amandafrerich.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-2011.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6871818900138709767/posts/default/5035828977384885399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6871818900138709767/posts/default/5035828977384885399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandafrerich.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-2011.html' title='Christmas 2011'/><author><name>Amanda Frerich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08471990874684962247</uri><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/-j47nFai3irw/Tvj-iM-_J8I/AAAAAAAAAP4/Forcr3XA1jM/s72-c/fall+and+christmas+eve+2011+181.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6871818900138709767.post-5079792757239550403</id><published>2011-04-30T07:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-30T07:19:05.088-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Faith'/><title type='text'>In Love...</title><content type='html'>I've been reading a book called &lt;em&gt;Crazy Love&lt;/em&gt; (Overwhelmed By A Relentless God) by Francis Chan.&amp;nbsp; It's a great book that really makes you think about your relationship with Christ.&amp;nbsp; As I was reading this morning, it was talking about what great lengths we take when we are madly in love with someone..."you'll drive for hours to be together, even if it's only for a short while,&amp;nbsp;you don't mind staying up late to talk,&amp;nbsp;you're willing to spend a small fortune for the one&amp;nbsp;you care about, he/she is the only one you can think about, and when you're apart from one another it's painful and miserable..."&amp;nbsp; Lots of us have probably shared this experience with at least one person in our life.&amp;nbsp; But, as the chapter goes on, a question is posed:&amp;nbsp; Are &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt; in love with God?&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;em&gt;The critical question for our generation -- and for every generation -- is this:&amp;nbsp; If you could have heaven, with no sickness, and with all the friends you ever had on earth, and all the food you ever liked, and all the leisure activities you ever enjoyed, and all the natural beauties you ever say, all the physical pleasures you ever tasted, and no human conflict or any natural disasters, could you be satisfied with heaven, if Christ was not there.?&amp;nbsp; -John Piper&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow! Aha moment here!&amp;nbsp; How many of us would say, "You know, I think I'd be okay with that." And how many of us could never be satisfied in&amp;nbsp;a heaven without Christ?&amp;nbsp; If we are as deeply in love with God as we should be we know we could never live in a heaven without God!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earthly relationships can only grow when&amp;nbsp;we are committed to developing a relationship.&amp;nbsp; It's the same way with God.&amp;nbsp; If we aren't committed to building a relationship with Him, it's not going to happen.&amp;nbsp; Lots of times we need His help in building a relationship.&amp;nbsp; All we have to do is call out to Him and He will help us.&amp;nbsp; I love what James wrote "Draw near to God, and He will draw near to you (4:8).&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6871818900138709767-5079792757239550403?l=amandafrerich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandafrerich.blogspot.com/feeds/5079792757239550403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amandafrerich.blogspot.com/2011/04/in-love.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6871818900138709767/posts/default/5079792757239550403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6871818900138709767/posts/default/5079792757239550403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandafrerich.blogspot.com/2011/04/in-love.html' title='In Love...'/><author><name>Amanda Frerich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08471990874684962247</uri><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-6871818900138709767.post-468834710795231982</id><published>2010-08-07T07:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-07T07:03:25.688-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Faith and Family'/><title type='text'>God Is Up To Something Good</title><content type='html'>I haven't blogged in a while.&amp;nbsp; This has been one of the strangest summers of my life.&amp;nbsp; Other than having lots of teacher planning on my mind, there have been several "close" calls in my extended family.&amp;nbsp; From a broken bone, to a near death experience, to surgery, (and a few other things I don't want to mention)... all of these things have definitely kept me on my knees.&amp;nbsp; Although I've asked God a couple of times, "Why Lord?,"&amp;nbsp; the response I always feel in my spirit is, "All things work for good to those who love the Lord."&amp;nbsp; Even though I may not see it at a particular moment, I have faith that God is up to something good.&amp;nbsp; His ways are not our ways and His timing is not our timing.&amp;nbsp; I also take comfort in knowing that God's will is exactly what I would choose if I knew what God knows!&amp;nbsp; I love the following quote, "To desire anything other than God's will is to desire less than the very best for my life or the lives of those I love."&amp;nbsp; I'm so thankful that God is the Great Orchestrator of my life.&amp;nbsp; He knows exactly what&amp;nbsp;I need to happen in&amp;nbsp;my life&amp;nbsp;to make&amp;nbsp;me grow spiritually.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to share a couple of stories that have happened to me (personally), this summer, that have humbled me and made me thankful that God is my Faithful Protector.&amp;nbsp; A few weeks ago, I loaded 4 big trash bags, full of clothes, in my car.&amp;nbsp; I was going to drop them off, in a small building at a mission, a stones throw away from our neighboring country, to the south of us.&amp;nbsp; As I was traveling to this place, my mom called me.&amp;nbsp; I told her where I was headed and she told me to be careful (seeing as this&amp;nbsp;was not the safest part of town).&amp;nbsp; She told me about a gruesome&amp;nbsp;incident that happened across the river just that weekend, that made me a little nervous.&amp;nbsp; I told her I was pulling up to the place and I'd talk to her later.&amp;nbsp; I was going to see how fast I could toss the big bags into the storage building, so I could get out of there.&amp;nbsp; One bag was down and I had three to go.&amp;nbsp; When I walked around to the back of my SUV, to grab another bag, a man approached me, from across the street,&amp;nbsp;(HOLDING A LARGE KNIFE)!&amp;nbsp; I wasn't sure what this man's intentions were.&amp;nbsp; I know God helped me stay rational.&amp;nbsp; I thought one of two things, "He's either here to help me or hurt me."&amp;nbsp; Seeing as I usually see the glass half-full, I went with the first notion.&amp;nbsp; So, without any introductions, I threw him a large bag.&amp;nbsp; I quickly grabbed another bag and tossed it in the shed.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; At this point all rationale left me and I prayed, "Oh please God help him not to stab me."&amp;nbsp; All of the sudden my foot steps caught up with my accelerated heart&amp;nbsp;rate and all I wanted to do was jump in my car.&amp;nbsp; I quickly closed the back door, of my car, while he asked me in Spanish if there were anymore bags.&amp;nbsp; I said, "No," jumped in my car and sped off.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; The seriousness of the situation hit me as I left the scene, and there were two things I wanted to do:&amp;nbsp; Thank the Lord for protecting me and call my mom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After venting to my mom, I had to talk to my sister.&amp;nbsp; She said something that made a chill rush through me.&amp;nbsp; She told me he could have been there to hurt me or steal my car, but God could have placed strong angels in the car that only the man could see.&amp;nbsp; Only God knows what the man's intentions were, but after envisioning what might have been, I'm humbled by my God's protection!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another protection story:&amp;nbsp; As I was driving home yesterday evening (on our rural road), the west sun was in my eyes.&amp;nbsp; As I was zooming&amp;nbsp;across the railroad tracks, I noticed&amp;nbsp;the RR lights&amp;nbsp;blinking!&amp;nbsp; Ten seconds later, I saw the train speed by, in my rear view mirror!&amp;nbsp; At that moment, I turned the radio off and thanked God for protecting me, yet again!&amp;nbsp; His timing is always perfect, so why should I ever doubt it?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will close with a scripture that's dear to my heart.&amp;nbsp;As a teenager my mom challenged me to memorize verses from Psalm 91.&amp;nbsp; I'm thankful she did.&amp;nbsp; "He who dwells in the secret place of the Most High shall abide under the shadow of the Almighty.&amp;nbsp; I will say of the Lord, "He is my refuge and my fortress; My God, in Him I will trust." Psalm 91:1-2&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6871818900138709767-468834710795231982?l=amandafrerich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandafrerich.blogspot.com/feeds/468834710795231982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amandafrerich.blogspot.com/2010/08/god-is-up-to-something-good.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6871818900138709767/posts/default/468834710795231982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6871818900138709767/posts/default/468834710795231982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandafrerich.blogspot.com/2010/08/god-is-up-to-something-good.html' title='God Is Up To Something Good'/><author><name>Amanda Frerich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08471990874684962247</uri><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-6871818900138709767.post-8650799606792597497</id><published>2010-05-27T07:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T10:51:51.482-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teaching'/><title type='text'>Mama's Got A Job</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #38761d; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Well,&amp;nbsp;starting the middle of August, I will join the working world!&amp;nbsp; Monday night I was hired, at our local school, to teach 10th grade English and 7th grade reading.&amp;nbsp; I'm very excited about it!&amp;nbsp; I can honestly say, up until this point in my life, I have not wanted a full time job.&amp;nbsp;I'm rather old fashioned in my ideals, and I have felt the need to&amp;nbsp;be a stay-at-home mom for the past 14 years.&amp;nbsp;I've loved&amp;nbsp;everything about being a "housewife", and I'm thankful to my husband for&amp;nbsp;working double jobs so I could stay home with our girls.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;I know life&amp;nbsp;the way I have known it (for the past 15 years) will drastically change, but I can honestly say, "I'm ready for it."&amp;nbsp; That's&amp;nbsp;not&amp;nbsp;to say there won't be challenges every now and then, but when is there not in life?&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;My husband and girls are excited about my new job and I'm counting on them to help out with a few things next year.&amp;nbsp; We'll see how that goes!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;I can't remember where I found the following quote, but I love it!&amp;nbsp; It kind of sums&amp;nbsp;up the way I feel about this new adventure in&amp;nbsp;my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; "The changes in Job's life moved him toward God.&amp;nbsp; Stress points?&amp;nbsp; Yes.&amp;nbsp; But, also opportunities&amp;nbsp; to&amp;nbsp;discover new dimensions of God!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;I've asked God to open doors that needed to be open and close doors that needed to be shut, and I feel He has answered my prayers.&amp;nbsp; Before getting the job, I had come to the point in my life that I'd be content with or without a job.&amp;nbsp; I just wanted God's will to be done.&amp;nbsp; I loved the peace that came with that.&amp;nbsp; I truly feel this opportunity is a gift from God and I'm looking forward to trying to make a difference in kids' lives!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;You have my permission to slap me if I end up looking like the ladies in the following pictures.&amp;nbsp; I swear, I think you should be fined for wearing "teacher" clothes.&amp;nbsp; You know what I'm talking about... the ABC and Christmas sweaters!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eelL3qZPEKU/S_6wn8iGIJI/AAAAAAAAAOs/6TRaD92VutM/s1600/denim+teacher+dress.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eelL3qZPEKU/S_6wn8iGIJI/AAAAAAAAAOs/6TRaD92VutM/s320/denim+teacher+dress.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eelL3qZPEKU/S_6wxyF6kCI/AAAAAAAAAO0/jD1LSyL7fuE/s1600/nasty+jumper.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eelL3qZPEKU/S_6wxyF6kCI/AAAAAAAAAO0/jD1LSyL7fuE/s320/nasty+jumper.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eelL3qZPEKU/S_6w94KdQrI/AAAAAAAAAO8/FYIKDaw_wNk/s1600/christmas+sweater.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eelL3qZPEKU/S_6w94KdQrI/AAAAAAAAAO8/FYIKDaw_wNk/s320/christmas+sweater.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eelL3qZPEKU/S_548ZK8wVI/AAAAAAAAAOc/QSfASnlNjD0/s1600/modernteacher.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eelL3qZPEKU/S_548ZK8wVI/AAAAAAAAAOc/QSfASnlNjD0/s320/modernteacher.gif" width="298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eelL3qZPEKU/S_55LyGAqwI/AAAAAAAAAOk/QlIoKvk33kI/s1600/pic+of+teacher.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eelL3qZPEKU/S_55LyGAqwI/AAAAAAAAAOk/QlIoKvk33kI/s320/pic+of+teacher.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;OH YEAH, PRAY FOR ME!! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6871818900138709767-8650799606792597497?l=amandafrerich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandafrerich.blogspot.com/feeds/8650799606792597497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amandafrerich.blogspot.com/2010/05/mamas-gotta-job.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6871818900138709767/posts/default/8650799606792597497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6871818900138709767/posts/default/8650799606792597497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandafrerich.blogspot.com/2010/05/mamas-gotta-job.html' title='Mama&apos;s Got A Job'/><author><name>Amanda Frerich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08471990874684962247</uri><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/_eelL3qZPEKU/S_6wn8iGIJI/AAAAAAAAAOs/6TRaD92VutM/s72-c/denim+teacher+dress.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6871818900138709767.post-1621418175860507355</id><published>2010-05-18T08:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T08:45:01.000-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Faith'/><title type='text'>Wings As Eagles</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eelL3qZPEKU/S_K0oZh_NTI/AAAAAAAAAOU/AU6Zvkc6_cI/s1600/eagle_flying_web.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eelL3qZPEKU/S_K0oZh_NTI/AAAAAAAAAOU/AU6Zvkc6_cI/s320/eagle_flying_web.jpg" width="320" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;But those who wait upon the Lord&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;Shall renew their strength;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;They shall mount up with wings like eagles,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;They shall run and not be weary, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;They shall walk and not be faint.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;Isaiah 40:31&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6871818900138709767-1621418175860507355?l=amandafrerich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandafrerich.blogspot.com/feeds/1621418175860507355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amandafrerich.blogspot.com/2010/05/wings-as-eagles.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6871818900138709767/posts/default/1621418175860507355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6871818900138709767/posts/default/1621418175860507355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandafrerich.blogspot.com/2010/05/wings-as-eagles.html' title='Wings As Eagles'/><author><name>Amanda Frerich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08471990874684962247</uri><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/_eelL3qZPEKU/S_K0oZh_NTI/AAAAAAAAAOU/AU6Zvkc6_cI/s72-c/eagle_flying_web.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6871818900138709767.post-6453180767290906337</id><published>2010-05-16T20:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T20:05:05.731-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Photo Shoot 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eelL3qZPEKU/S_CyW2kbrkI/AAAAAAAAAN0/nocjTdnWYnc/s1600/IMG_2354.jpg"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eelL3qZPEKU/S_CyW2kbrkI/AAAAAAAAAN0/nocjTdnWYnc/s400/IMG_2354.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eelL3qZPEKU/S_CyXY0T57I/AAAAAAAAAN8/fJ9XKhE7g6g/s1600/IMG_2381.jpg"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eelL3qZPEKU/S_CyXY0T57I/AAAAAAAAAN8/fJ9XKhE7g6g/s400/IMG_2381.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eelL3qZPEKU/S_CyX2C6QtI/AAAAAAAAAOE/-NUL2D1wiQs/s1600/IMG_2396.jpg"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eelL3qZPEKU/S_CyX2C6QtI/AAAAAAAAAOE/-NUL2D1wiQs/s400/IMG_2396.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eelL3qZPEKU/S_CyYE0FRwI/AAAAAAAAAOM/VxoipzYAMRE/s1600/IMG_2419.jpg"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eelL3qZPEKU/S_CyYE0FRwI/AAAAAAAAAOM/VxoipzYAMRE/s400/IMG_2419.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; A few pics from our photo shoot.  Kati Kitchens from Austin took our pictures.&lt;br /&gt;For some reason, Blogger is only letting me post 4 pics!  I'll try a few more later.&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/6871818900138709767-6453180767290906337?l=amandafrerich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandafrerich.blogspot.com/feeds/6453180767290906337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amandafrerich.blogspot.com/2010/05/family-photo-shoot-2010.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6871818900138709767/posts/default/6453180767290906337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6871818900138709767/posts/default/6453180767290906337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandafrerich.blogspot.com/2010/05/family-photo-shoot-2010.html' title='Family Photo Shoot 2010'/><author><name>Amanda Frerich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08471990874684962247</uri><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/_eelL3qZPEKU/S_CyW2kbrkI/AAAAAAAAAN0/nocjTdnWYnc/s72-c/IMG_2354.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6871818900138709767.post-4661285207365731443</id><published>2010-05-09T18:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T18:06:01.315-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My family'/><title type='text'>Happy Mother's Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eelL3qZPEKU/S-dUGW0mQTI/AAAAAAAAANI/L1K5Q9Q_DBA/s1600/038.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eelL3qZPEKU/S-dUGW0mQTI/AAAAAAAAANI/L1K5Q9Q_DBA/s400/038.JPG" tt="true" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;MY MOM IS ABSOLUTELY THE BEST MOM IN THE ENTIRE WORLD!!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;She's not only my mom but a best friend too.&amp;nbsp; I love hanging out with her.&amp;nbsp; She's a lot of fun and has tons of energy.&amp;nbsp; When we're together we're usually laughing.&amp;nbsp; She has always encouraged me and reminded me that I can do all things through Christ who gives me strength.&amp;nbsp; If I ever have a problem in life, I know mom will be on her knees praying for me.&amp;nbsp; She's a prayer warrior!&amp;nbsp; I take great comfort in knowing that. We are usually each other's back-up in whatever project&amp;nbsp;we've volunteered for and have a good time working together.&amp;nbsp; I'm so glad we only live 18 miles apart.&amp;nbsp; She has always added sparkle to my life, sometimes a little too much! ha!&amp;nbsp; (...some of the predicaments we get into...) Her adventurous spirit keeps things exciting.&amp;nbsp; I'm thankful to God for instilling such a warm, caring, and nurturing heart in my mom.&amp;nbsp; In my eyes, my childhood was pretty much picture-perfect, and so much of the credit is due to her.&amp;nbsp; She poured her heart and soul into raising us and I thank her for that.&amp;nbsp; She&amp;nbsp;is and always has been a wonderful&amp;nbsp;role model in my life.&amp;nbsp; I couldn't imagine my life without my mom in it.&amp;nbsp; I love you mom!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;"Her children rise up and call her blessed..." Proverbs 31:28&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6871818900138709767-4661285207365731443?l=amandafrerich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandafrerich.blogspot.com/feeds/4661285207365731443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amandafrerich.blogspot.com/2010/05/happy-mothers-day.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6871818900138709767/posts/default/4661285207365731443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6871818900138709767/posts/default/4661285207365731443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandafrerich.blogspot.com/2010/05/happy-mothers-day.html' title='Happy Mother&apos;s Day!'/><author><name>Amanda Frerich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08471990874684962247</uri><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/_eelL3qZPEKU/S-dUGW0mQTI/AAAAAAAAANI/L1K5Q9Q_DBA/s72-c/038.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6871818900138709767.post-816104733518580029</id><published>2010-05-08T07:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-08T07:40:36.645-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sports'/><title type='text'>Softball</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eelL3qZPEKU/S-V3ijj3-0I/AAAAAAAAAM4/iQOX4ylX-o8/s1600/Lady+Hawks+%2710+004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eelL3qZPEKU/S-V3ijj3-0I/AAAAAAAAAM4/iQOX4ylX-o8/s400/Lady+Hawks+%2710+004.JPG" /&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/_eelL3qZPEKU/S-V3jOQzoVI/AAAAAAAAANA/ZAX9lsacgrU/s1600/Lady+Hawks+%2710+001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eelL3qZPEKU/S-V3jOQzoVI/AAAAAAAAANA/ZAX9lsacgrU/s400/Lady+Hawks+%2710+001.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K &amp;amp; K played great last night! Kater Bug hit it low and hard and made it to 3rd. &lt;br /&gt;She ended up stealing home by sliding in. It was a photo finish!&lt;br /&gt;Libby had good hits too and she's quick! Look at the coach next to 3rd...he looks&lt;br /&gt;intense! Yeah, that's their dad! Go Lady Hawks!!&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 align="middle" alt="Posted by Picasa" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" style="-moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; background: 0% 50%; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&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/6871818900138709767-816104733518580029?l=amandafrerich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandafrerich.blogspot.com/feeds/816104733518580029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amandafrerich.blogspot.com/2010/05/k-k-played-great-last-night-kater-bug.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6871818900138709767/posts/default/816104733518580029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6871818900138709767/posts/default/816104733518580029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandafrerich.blogspot.com/2010/05/k-k-played-great-last-night-kater-bug.html' title='Softball'/><author><name>Amanda Frerich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08471990874684962247</uri><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/_eelL3qZPEKU/S-V3ijj3-0I/AAAAAAAAAM4/iQOX4ylX-o8/s72-c/Lady+Hawks+%2710+004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6871818900138709767.post-1444107607497742272</id><published>2010-05-06T15:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T15:40:21.950-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ranch life'/><title type='text'>Rodeo Season Begins</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eelL3qZPEKU/S-ND4ct9PSI/AAAAAAAAAMY/Qqb0gzcBcr4/s1600/021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="362" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eelL3qZPEKU/S-ND4ct9PSI/AAAAAAAAAMY/Qqb0gzcBcr4/s400/021.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chillin' at the rodeo before they ride.&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/_eelL3qZPEKU/S-ND40e2WqI/AAAAAAAAAMg/bfsXxN9cUIc/s1600/025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eelL3qZPEKU/S-ND40e2WqI/AAAAAAAAAMg/bfsXxN9cUIc/s400/025.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Pep talk from dad before break-a -way roping begins...&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/_eelL3qZPEKU/S-ND5Yfxp4I/AAAAAAAAAMo/5H2dGiltpLs/s1600/023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eelL3qZPEKU/S-ND5Yfxp4I/AAAAAAAAAMo/5H2dGiltpLs/s400/023.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Gearing up to rope for the first time in an arena.&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/_eelL3qZPEKU/S-ND5tJ2ZMI/AAAAAAAAAMw/B8ypE3kpVYY/s1600/037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eelL3qZPEKU/S-ND5tJ2ZMI/AAAAAAAAAMw/B8ypE3kpVYY/s400/037.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lupe took the kids for a ride around the pasture.&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 align="middle" alt="Posted by Picasa" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" style="-moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; background: 0% 50%; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this time of year...rodeo season.&amp;nbsp; It means summer is just around the corner! Woohoo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6871818900138709767-1444107607497742272?l=amandafrerich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandafrerich.blogspot.com/feeds/1444107607497742272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amandafrerich.blogspot.com/2010/05/rodeo-season-begins.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6871818900138709767/posts/default/1444107607497742272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6871818900138709767/posts/default/1444107607497742272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandafrerich.blogspot.com/2010/05/rodeo-season-begins.html' title='Rodeo Season Begins'/><author><name>Amanda Frerich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08471990874684962247</uri><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/_eelL3qZPEKU/S-ND4ct9PSI/AAAAAAAAAMY/Qqb0gzcBcr4/s72-c/021.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6871818900138709767.post-5223800021485370108</id><published>2010-05-04T19:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T19:02:17.598-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Faith'/><title type='text'>A Cat Tale</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;After a productive weekend and a busy Monday and Tuesday, I wasn't in the mood to cook supper this evening.&amp;nbsp; Have you ever felt that way?&amp;nbsp; You look in the frig, you look in the pantry, you look in the freezer, but nothing jumps out and says, "Cook me!"&amp;nbsp; The thought of everyone doing their own thing crossed my mind...c&lt;em&gt;ereal, a sandwich, a tasty burrito...&amp;nbsp; &lt;/em&gt;I gave into the guilt and decided to make something that took longer than 1 minute and 45 seconds to cook (since I only made egg sandwiches last night).&amp;nbsp; As I walked out the back door to get chicken out of the freezer, I noticed the baby kittens were all alone on the porch.&amp;nbsp; Before I got to the garage door, I noticed the mama cat - behind a potted plant - just taking it easy.&amp;nbsp; At first I was a little envious, because like the cat, I wanted a little R&amp;amp;R too!&amp;nbsp; Then I got a little miffed&amp;nbsp;at the cat for not tending to her little kittens, weren't they hungry?&amp;nbsp; Hey! Wait a minute!&amp;nbsp; A few minutes ago, I almost did the same thing (let my kiddos fend for themselves for supper) and then there I was judging the cat for the same thing I almost did!&amp;nbsp; In life, we do the same thing, don't we?&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;We judge the women in our lives before&amp;nbsp;really taking a good hard look at our own.&amp;nbsp;We all want to be good wives, moms, sisters, and friends, and sometimes it's hard and not always a barrel of laughs.&amp;nbsp; So, let's be a little less judgemental and a lot more supportive to the women in our lives!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;"Judge not&amp;nbsp;lest ye be judged."&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6871818900138709767-5223800021485370108?l=amandafrerich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandafrerich.blogspot.com/feeds/5223800021485370108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amandafrerich.blogspot.com/2010/05/cat-tale.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6871818900138709767/posts/default/5223800021485370108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6871818900138709767/posts/default/5223800021485370108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandafrerich.blogspot.com/2010/05/cat-tale.html' title='A Cat Tale'/><author><name>Amanda Frerich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08471990874684962247</uri><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-6871818900138709767.post-7925294223362271360</id><published>2010-04-23T09:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T09:31:57.549-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ranch life'/><title type='text'>My New Spot</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eelL3qZPEKU/S9G89a8RX3I/AAAAAAAAALY/VBUtP-uWoo0/s1600/ranch+019.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eelL3qZPEKU/S9G89a8RX3I/AAAAAAAAALY/VBUtP-uWoo0/s400/ranch+019.JPG" tt="true" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;My new spot for reading and praying...until it gets too hot!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eelL3qZPEKU/S9G9-N5RYzI/AAAAAAAAALg/sfjYyZNRdJ8/s1600/ranch+022.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eelL3qZPEKU/S9G9-N5RYzI/AAAAAAAAALg/sfjYyZNRdJ8/s320/ranch+022.JPG" tt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;From a distance...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eelL3qZPEKU/S9G-bb2fXCI/AAAAAAAAALo/7OhPzhO28ww/s1600/ranch+023.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eelL3qZPEKU/S9G-bb2fXCI/AAAAAAAAALo/7OhPzhO28ww/s320/ranch+023.JPG" tt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Watching the sheep chill out by Cow Creek&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;(Behind our house)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eelL3qZPEKU/S9G_FdBfQaI/AAAAAAAAALw/F1x9hhAhDQE/s1600/ranch+024.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eelL3qZPEKU/S9G_FdBfQaI/AAAAAAAAALw/F1x9hhAhDQE/s320/ranch+024.JPG" tt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Old outhouse behind our house...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;(Don't feel sorry for us, we don't have to use it,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;we have indoor plumbing!) ha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eelL3qZPEKU/S9G_ttxlo8I/AAAAAAAAAL4/OwYlrYBWwF4/s1600/ranch+021.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eelL3qZPEKU/S9G_ttxlo8I/AAAAAAAAAL4/OwYlrYBWwF4/s320/ranch+021.JPG" tt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Curious cow...is wondering what I'm up to!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Yesterday, as I followed my oldest down to the arena, a nice little spot under some trees, behind our house, caught my eye.&amp;nbsp; I immediately envisioned twinkly lights hanging from the trees, a fire pit, and seating, maybe a hammock too!&amp;nbsp; Well, after she rode, I found a table and one little chair.&amp;nbsp; I hauled&amp;nbsp;them over to the spot under the tree and staked my claim!&amp;nbsp; I thought it'd be a lovely spot to read and pray in the mornings.&amp;nbsp; So, this morning, after the girls left for school, I grabbed my bible, a few other books, and my cup of coffee and headed outside.&amp;nbsp; It was such a beautiful morning.&amp;nbsp; It was slightly overcast with a gentle breeze.&amp;nbsp; I loved hearing the birds chirp, the doves call out, and the cows moo.&amp;nbsp; The coolest thing was the little white butterfly that kept dancing around me!&amp;nbsp; It was all very relaxing.&amp;nbsp; I don't know if I've said it before, but I absolutely LOVE nature!&amp;nbsp; What a creation!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;There were only 2 "hiccups" to this lovely morning: the big caterpillar that was on the table when I got there and I dropped my little turquoise cup as I was walking back to the house!&amp;nbsp; BTW, I love nature, but I HATE WORMS!&amp;nbsp; I said a prayer that nothing would fall out of the tree and land on me while I was praying and reading!&amp;nbsp; Just thinking about it makes me shake!&amp;nbsp; God answered my prayer and I didn't see another creepy crawly!!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;PRAISE TO THE LORD FROM CREATION&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;"Praise the Lord from the heavens; praise Him in the heights!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Praise Him , all His angels; Praise Him all His hosts! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Praise Him, sun and moon; praise Him all you stars of light!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Praise Him, you heavens of heavens, and you waters above the heavens!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Let them praise the name of the Lord, for He commanded and they were created.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;He also established them forever and ever; He made a decree which shall not pass away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Praise the Lord from the earth, you great sea creatures and all the depths.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Fire and hail, snow and clouds; stormy wind, fulfilling His word.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Mountains and hills; fruitful trees and all cedars.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Beasts and all cattle; &lt;strong&gt;creeping things&lt;/strong&gt; and flying fowl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Kings of the earth and all peoples; princes and all judges of the earth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Both young men and maidens; old men and children.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Let them praise the name of the Lord, for His glory is above the earth and heaven. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And He has exalted the horn of His people, the praise of all His saints -&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Of the children of Israel, a people near to Him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Praise the Lord!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Psalm 148&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Wow, He even mentioned creeping things!&amp;nbsp; I feel a little guilty about holding a life-long grudge against worms. I'm glad I just swooshed the worm off the table instead of smashing it; it might have been praising the Lord!! ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6871818900138709767-7925294223362271360?l=amandafrerich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandafrerich.blogspot.com/feeds/7925294223362271360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amandafrerich.blogspot.com/2010/04/my-new-spot.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6871818900138709767/posts/default/7925294223362271360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6871818900138709767/posts/default/7925294223362271360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandafrerich.blogspot.com/2010/04/my-new-spot.html' title='My New Spot'/><author><name>Amanda Frerich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08471990874684962247</uri><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/_eelL3qZPEKU/S9G89a8RX3I/AAAAAAAAALY/VBUtP-uWoo0/s72-c/ranch+019.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6871818900138709767.post-6525173545763121420</id><published>2010-04-22T12:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T12:32:55.449-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eelL3qZPEKU/S9CkZeAVuUI/AAAAAAAAALQ/x_b1zlSNPjc/s1600/166.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eelL3qZPEKU/S9CkZeAVuUI/AAAAAAAAALQ/x_b1zlSNPjc/s400/166.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                              My photo subjects...I'm playing with photos today.&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/6871818900138709767-6525173545763121420?l=amandafrerich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandafrerich.blogspot.com/feeds/6525173545763121420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amandafrerich.blogspot.com/2010/04/my-photo-subjects.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6871818900138709767/posts/default/6525173545763121420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6871818900138709767/posts/default/6525173545763121420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandafrerich.blogspot.com/2010/04/my-photo-subjects.html' title=''/><author><name>Amanda Frerich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08471990874684962247</uri><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/_eelL3qZPEKU/S9CkZeAVuUI/AAAAAAAAALQ/x_b1zlSNPjc/s72-c/166.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6871818900138709767.post-6315791079415870465</id><published>2010-04-22T08:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T08:50:03.205-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kater Bug'/><title type='text'>Feet First</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; A few hours old...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eelL3qZPEKU/S9BmJKhVb2I/AAAAAAAAAJo/DmZP5DKXc5Q/s1600/kate+016.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eelL3qZPEKU/S9BmJKhVb2I/AAAAAAAAAJo/DmZP5DKXc5Q/s200/kate+016.JPG" width="200" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;She had a set of lungs!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eelL3qZPEKU/S9BmdzoBuzI/AAAAAAAAAJw/u0zzKYRsr7s/s200/kate+017.JPG" width="200" wt="true" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eelL3qZPEKU/S9BmyGpERKI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/yYMLifBA3sU/s200/kate+018.JPG" width="200" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Leaving hospital&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eelL3qZPEKU/S9BnGJb5RkI/AAAAAAAAAKA/nkJT-g1-lgc/s1600/kate+019.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eelL3qZPEKU/S9BnGJb5RkI/AAAAAAAAAKA/nkJT-g1-lgc/s200/kate+019.JPG" width="200" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;1st b-day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eelL3qZPEKU/S9BoTgzWXrI/AAAAAAAAAKI/8YYTUBudjMI/s1600/spring+%2710+055.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eelL3qZPEKU/S9BoTgzWXrI/AAAAAAAAAKI/8YYTUBudjMI/s200/spring+%2710+055.JPG" width="200" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eelL3qZPEKU/S9Bq9HiXwDI/AAAAAAAAAK4/wrRaxT_fIPo/s1600/spring+%2710+067.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eelL3qZPEKU/S9Bq9HiXwDI/AAAAAAAAAK4/wrRaxT_fIPo/s200/spring+%2710+067.JPG" width="200" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eelL3qZPEKU/S9BraKsI5QI/AAAAAAAAALA/AE5GSWSixEo/s1600/spring+%2710+066.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eelL3qZPEKU/S9BraKsI5QI/AAAAAAAAALA/AE5GSWSixEo/s200/spring+%2710+066.JPG" width="200" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eelL3qZPEKU/S9BpfL8xkbI/AAAAAAAAAKg/_8AQVAJ8RXo/s1600/spring+%2710+060.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eelL3qZPEKU/S9BpfL8xkbI/AAAAAAAAAKg/_8AQVAJ8RXo/s200/spring+%2710+060.JPG" width="200" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eelL3qZPEKU/S9Bp-lRmsaI/AAAAAAAAAKo/0mDJb0CToqE/s1600/spring+%2710+062.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eelL3qZPEKU/S9Bp-lRmsaI/AAAAAAAAAKo/0mDJb0CToqE/s200/spring+%2710+062.JPG" width="150" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eelL3qZPEKU/S9BqfHxTi4I/AAAAAAAAAKw/jDx7063UN6k/s1600/spring+%2710+063.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eelL3qZPEKU/S9BqfHxTi4I/AAAAAAAAAKw/jDx7063UN6k/s200/spring+%2710+063.JPG" width="200" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eelL3qZPEKU/S9Br5pEosbI/AAAAAAAAALI/1T2I-_hWhVY/s1600/spring+%2710+069.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eelL3qZPEKU/S9Br5pEosbI/AAAAAAAAALI/1T2I-_hWhVY/s200/spring+%2710+069.JPG" width="200" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;Written on 4-19-10:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;Twelve years ago, today, my mom came out to the ranch and brought us hamburgers from the Krazy Chicken. I only ate 1/2 of the hamburger that evening. You would have thought I would've eaten the whole thing since I had packed on 50 extra pounds that year! No, it wasn't from sitting around watching soap operas and eating bon bons, it was the baby growing inside of me! And, no, I wasn't in the Guinness Book of World Records for having a 50 pound baby. She only weighed 8 pounds! I blamed most of the weight on water retention! ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;I told mom I couldn't finish my burger and she asked if I felt okay. I told her I thought I might be having a few contractions. That's when she had the bright idea to walk down to the House Tank, 1/2 mile from our house. She said she thought it might speed things along. I put on my tennis shoes and off we went! We got half way to the tank and I just couldn't go any farther, so we walked back home. The pains were beginning to come a little closer together and kind of hurt. So, I took a shower while Mark&amp;nbsp;hung curtains in Maddie's new room. I would holler out (from the shower) when I was having another contraction. Everything started happening so fast. Before I knew it, we threw my bag into the car and sped to the hospital. Half way there I had the most excruciating pain and I asked him to go faster! He put the hazards on and nailed it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;After the nurse did the embarrassing exam, she said I was 8 1/2 cm. dilated. They could have wheeled me right into the delivery room. Then she broke the bad news. She said, "Whatever you do, don't push because the baby is breached and we can't get a hold of your doctor!" "Breached, no doctor, don't push, new doctor in town, c-section," all these words coming from the nurses made me cry! I had never had surgery and wasn't wanting it that night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;They never did get a hold of my doctor, they said a new doctor was in town and wanted to know if it be okay if he'd perform the surgery. We agreed, what else could I do! When the new doctor walked in the door, the looks of him didn't ease my nerves any. He looked like a mad scientist (crazy hair) who liked wearing Hawaiian shirts and snake skinned boots!&amp;nbsp; By the time I was wheeled into the operating room, my nerves had taken over and I was shaking uncontrollably.&amp;nbsp; I had been watching "Touched By An Angel" pretty regularly, back in '98, and the thought of the death angel walking through the door made me nauseous!&amp;nbsp; Yeah, you could say I was pretty scared, none the least!&amp;nbsp; Mark, the warm towels, my prayers,&amp;nbsp;and "Hold On" by Wilson Philips, playing in the background, started&amp;nbsp;easing the nervous convulsions, a bit.&amp;nbsp; Before I knew it, little Kater Bug was born at 11:57 pm!&amp;nbsp; Man, did she have a set of lungs on her!&amp;nbsp; The nurse later told me she had never heard a baby scream that loud!&amp;nbsp; She was so beautiful!&amp;nbsp; She weighed 8 pounds 6 oz.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;Wow!&amp;nbsp; Twelve years have gone by so fast.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;She has turned into such an amazing kid!&amp;nbsp; One of the things I love about her is she is her own person.&amp;nbsp; There's no question where she stands on an issue.&amp;nbsp; She's pretty much black or white.&amp;nbsp; She knows what she likes and doesn't like.&amp;nbsp; She doesn't do things just because everyone else is doing them.&amp;nbsp; She has her own convictions and sticks with them!&amp;nbsp; Thinking back, I guess this sort of attitude started before she was born.&amp;nbsp; In the womb she was probably thinking, "&lt;em&gt;You know, I betcha everyone always comes out head first, well not me, I don't want to be like everybody else!&amp;nbsp; I think I'm going to turn around.&amp;nbsp; I want to come out feet first!"&amp;nbsp; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;She is one of the most creative people I know.&amp;nbsp; She is an exceptional student.&amp;nbsp; Learning has always come&amp;nbsp; easy for her.&amp;nbsp; You very rarely see her study and if she does it's for maybe 20 minutes.&amp;nbsp; And, she continues to make all A's.&amp;nbsp; She's an awesome writer.&amp;nbsp; She has been Author of the Month countless times and does well in UIL creative writing.&amp;nbsp; She also won 1st place in the Southwest Texas Junior College writing contest a few years ago.&amp;nbsp; Her creativity doesn't stop there.&amp;nbsp; Her computer skills are amazing.&amp;nbsp; Her power point presentations are always fun to watch.&amp;nbsp; She's also good with a camera and has done well in 4H photography.&amp;nbsp; She loves animals and also likes grooming them.&amp;nbsp; Her little Chihuahua, Chalula, can sometimes be seen in a cute little outfit with painted toenails!&amp;nbsp; A few years ago, before&amp;nbsp;I had a jewelry show, Kate went online and bought jewelry and clothes for dogs.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; A corner of the show was filled with Kate's things.&amp;nbsp; She helped me work the show one afternoon.&amp;nbsp; The dog accessories were a hit.&amp;nbsp; She has an eye for fashion, whether it be in the canine world or our own!&amp;nbsp; She loves accessorizing herself too.&amp;nbsp; From scarves, to pearls to headbands...she always looks cute.&amp;nbsp; But ,she's just not a girly-girl.&amp;nbsp; She loves to play outside and doesn't mind working hard or getting dirty.&amp;nbsp; She's also&amp;nbsp; very good at riding horses.&amp;nbsp; Her horse that she's riding this year in rodeos is Cupcake.&amp;nbsp; She always forms a strong bond with her horses.&amp;nbsp; She also loves sports and is currently playing softball.&amp;nbsp; She's very powerful and actually made a home run during her last game!!&amp;nbsp; She's looking forward to junior high sports next year.&amp;nbsp; She says she's going to play every sport.&amp;nbsp; She has a good group of friends at school and she's a very loyal friend.&amp;nbsp; She has had a giving heart since she was very little.&amp;nbsp; She'll save up her money and buy people gifts.&amp;nbsp; She likes making people feel special.&amp;nbsp; Most importantly, she loves God and is a great witness to others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;I couldn't imaging my life without my Kater Bug.&amp;nbsp; She spices it up - big time!&amp;nbsp; She has a great sense of humor and is a truly remarkable kid!&amp;nbsp; Happy Birthday Kater Bug...you amaze me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;"For you formed my inward parts; you covered me in my mother's womb.&amp;nbsp; I will praise You, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made.&amp;nbsp; Marvelous are Your works.&amp;nbsp; And that my soul knows very well.&amp;nbsp; My frame was not hidden from You.&amp;nbsp; When I was made in secret, and skillfully wrought in the lowest parts of the earth, Your eyes saw my substance, being yet unformed, and in Your book they all were written, the days fashioned for me, when as yet there were none of them.&amp;nbsp; How precious also are Your thoughts to me, O God!&amp;nbsp; How great is the sum of them!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;BTW, for Kate's b-day she took the day off, and we went shopping together.&amp;nbsp; We had lunch at Fuddrucker's and shopped 'til we dropped.Two of her friends rode the bus home with her sisters and surprised her.&amp;nbsp; We ate her b-day cake, which was in the shape of a horseshoe, but I was told it resembled a toilet bowl seat!&amp;nbsp; I can only imagine what it would have resembled if I would have put chocolate icing on that cake (maybe something that plops in the toilet bowl)!&amp;nbsp;After&amp;nbsp;eating cake and opening presents, we&amp;nbsp;watched&amp;nbsp;a&amp;nbsp;movie and ate at Chili's.&amp;nbsp; Nothing like partying on a Monday!! She had a good day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eelL3qZPEKU/S9BosIzbOXI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/0lsatkK4-1Q/s1600/spring+%2710+056.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eelL3qZPEKU/S9BosIzbOXI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/0lsatkK4-1Q/s200/spring+%2710+056.JPG" width="150" wt="true" /&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/6871818900138709767-6315791079415870465?l=amandafrerich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandafrerich.blogspot.com/feeds/6315791079415870465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amandafrerich.blogspot.com/2010/04/feet-first.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6871818900138709767/posts/default/6315791079415870465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6871818900138709767/posts/default/6315791079415870465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandafrerich.blogspot.com/2010/04/feet-first.html' title='Feet First'/><author><name>Amanda Frerich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08471990874684962247</uri><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/_eelL3qZPEKU/S9BmJKhVb2I/AAAAAAAAAJo/DmZP5DKXc5Q/s72-c/kate+016.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6871818900138709767.post-1556398072895249252</id><published>2010-04-17T18:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T18:29:44.840-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal Change'/><title type='text'>So Long FB</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I guess I'll be blogging more since I canceled my Face Book account.  I don't know what came over me the other night.  I just felt a strong need to deactivate my page.  So, I went with my gut feeling and freed myself from the desire to post statuses, read statuses, look at pictures, etc...  FB is neat because you can stay connected to family and friends, but if you're not careful it can become a little addicting.  Don't get me wrong, I wasn't on FB 24/7.  I just felt deep down I should be doing something more constructive with the little bits of free time I have during my waking hours.  It's kind of funny because about a month ago I talked Mark into creating a FB account and now I don't have one.  (And no, I'm not going to sneak on his page!)I may reactivate my page someday, but at this point in my life, I need to stay focused and not distracted!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6871818900138709767-1556398072895249252?l=amandafrerich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandafrerich.blogspot.com/feeds/1556398072895249252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amandafrerich.blogspot.com/2010/04/so-long-fb.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6871818900138709767/posts/default/1556398072895249252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6871818900138709767/posts/default/1556398072895249252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandafrerich.blogspot.com/2010/04/so-long-fb.html' title='So Long FB'/><author><name>Amanda Frerich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08471990874684962247</uri><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-6871818900138709767.post-5012339102455185424</id><published>2010-02-19T07:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T09:05:57.324-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><title type='text'>Winter Get-A-Way</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eelL3qZPEKU/S37Epo0NNbI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/KqmS5KYvGD4/s1600-h/Cloudcroft+%2710+105.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440001619520206258" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eelL3qZPEKU/S37Epo0NNbI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/KqmS5KYvGD4/s320/Cloudcroft+%2710+105.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Don't ever eat yellow snow!! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eelL3qZPEKU/S37C6nozI0I/AAAAAAAAAJI/V0kBru_7jHI/s1600-h/Cloudcroft+%2710+116.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439999712238445378" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eelL3qZPEKU/S37C6nozI0I/AAAAAAAAAJI/V0kBru_7jHI/s320/Cloudcroft+%2710+116.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;The girls and I ice-skating&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eelL3qZPEKU/S37C6FKTN7I/AAAAAAAAAJA/UMLzH1-QgAw/s1600-h/Cloudcroft+%2710+055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439999702983718834" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eelL3qZPEKU/S37C6FKTN7I/AAAAAAAAAJA/UMLzH1-QgAw/s320/Cloudcroft+%2710+055.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I'm glad this wasn't my car!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eelL3qZPEKU/S37C5VYWvpI/AAAAAAAAAI4/wc-6_4nOPnQ/s1600-h/Cloudcroft+%2710+035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439999690157768338" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eelL3qZPEKU/S37C5VYWvpI/AAAAAAAAAI4/wc-6_4nOPnQ/s320/Cloudcroft+%2710+035.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;DeeDee and C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eelL3qZPEKU/S37C4_1BuKI/AAAAAAAAAIw/dTDpS70OI_g/s1600-h/Cloudcroft+%2710+086.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439999684372445346" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eelL3qZPEKU/S37C4_1BuKI/AAAAAAAAAIw/dTDpS70OI_g/s320/Cloudcroft+%2710+086.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Mi familia es mucho frio!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eelL3qZPEKU/S37C4OZzjaI/AAAAAAAAAIo/01T5M8ucuSk/s1600-h/Cloudcroft+%2710+009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439999671104933282" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eelL3qZPEKU/S37C4OZzjaI/AAAAAAAAAIo/01T5M8ucuSk/s320/Cloudcroft+%2710+009.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Gotta love snow icecream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eelL3qZPEKU/S36_utqK5mI/AAAAAAAAAIg/jNBtHXa3WXo/s1600-h/Cloudcroft+%2710+081.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439996209161496162" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eelL3qZPEKU/S36_utqK5mI/AAAAAAAAAIg/jNBtHXa3WXo/s320/Cloudcroft+%2710+081.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Shopping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eelL3qZPEKU/S36_uPx6o4I/AAAAAAAAAIY/hncGlaZhXog/s1600-h/Cloudcroft+%2710+031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439996201140921218" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eelL3qZPEKU/S36_uPx6o4I/AAAAAAAAAIY/hncGlaZhXog/s320/Cloudcroft+%2710+031.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Uncle Mike And The Tubers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eelL3qZPEKU/S36_t7_dkaI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/TOPn6AWoow8/s1600-h/Cloudcroft+%2710+052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439996195829027234" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eelL3qZPEKU/S36_t7_dkaI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/TOPn6AWoow8/s320/Cloudcroft+%2710+052.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Winter Games 2014...watch out!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eelL3qZPEKU/S36_tJHlP5I/AAAAAAAAAII/BfHrG-57x1Y/s1600-h/Cloudcroft+%2710+027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439996182172876690" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eelL3qZPEKU/S36_tJHlP5I/AAAAAAAAAII/BfHrG-57x1Y/s320/Cloudcroft+%2710+027.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Dressed for a blizzard! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eelL3qZPEKU/S36_smTbSoI/AAAAAAAAAIA/XyQCrAEue7Q/s1600-h/Cloudcroft+%2710+002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439996172827314818" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eelL3qZPEKU/S36_smTbSoI/AAAAAAAAAIA/XyQCrAEue7Q/s320/Cloudcroft+%2710+002.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Girlies outside our cabin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Last Friday, we took the girls out of school and headed to Cloudcroft, NM, for some fun and relaxation. We say we want to go skiing every year, but we never do. Well, this year was the exception. We had so much fun! Mark's sister, DeeDee, and her family joined us at the cabins. Their company is always enjoyable, so they added to our fun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Since we live in south Texas, we rarely see snow. So, this was a new experience for my girls. They loved everything about it, but eventually concluded that they wouldn't want to live in a place that got tons of snow. I concur! It was a great place to visit, but I wouldn't want to hassle with the white stuff day in and day out. Also, I get scared driving on ice. Oh yeah, the one time I drive the Expedition, I get it stuck! A nice man helped me out. After about 15 minutes of him trying, I offered to get behind the car and push while he pressed on the gas. As I made my way to the back of the vehicle, I silently prayed that he put the car in forward rather than reverse! I hunkered down and pushed with my hands (like a school girl), trying not to slip on the ice, while he was giving it some gas...nothing...I turned to my youngest and said, "Pray!" Then I thought to myself, "Come on, you're stronger than that!" Thankful that I had just eaten a spinach salad, I leaned my body against the car and pushed with all I had (kind of like childbirth but using different muscles). Woohoo! I did it...ahem...well, I guess we did it (the helpful man, me and God)! :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I've always said I'd never ski. Ever since I was in junior high and one of my friends came back from a skiing vacation with a broken leg (she had hit a tree), I never had wanted to ski. I had always envisioned myself hitting a tree as well. The thought of that had always haunted me. Well, I don't know what came over me. I guess I'm blaming it on the YOU CAN DO IT book I bought last summer. It gave me the encouragement I needed to step out of my comfort zone. Realizing bunny slopes don't have trees, made my decision a little easier too! I fell twice and concluded that I ski better without the poles. We just stayed on the bunny slopes. That ski lift is a whole other monster to tackle! Mark, Manna, DeeDee, my nephew and I were the skiers. Manna was a natural. She skied circles around me! I had a lot of fun though! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;My younger two didn't want to ski this year, so Uncle Mike took them tubing next to the bunny slopes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;The next day we went tubing a few miles outside of town. The hills were pretty high and steep and there was some room for error! One kid had to be air-lifted while we were there because of an accident. Fortunately, none of us were injured!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;All in all, we had a great time! We always do on vacations. Mark is a great vacation dad and the girls are easy to please. Now, I'm looking forward to our next adventure...I'm thinking someplace tropical where it takes about 2 minutes to get dressed!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6871818900138709767-5012339102455185424?l=amandafrerich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandafrerich.blogspot.com/feeds/5012339102455185424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amandafrerich.blogspot.com/2010/02/winter-get-way.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6871818900138709767/posts/default/5012339102455185424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6871818900138709767/posts/default/5012339102455185424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandafrerich.blogspot.com/2010/02/winter-get-way.html' title='Winter Get-A-Way'/><author><name>Amanda Frerich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08471990874684962247</uri><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/_eelL3qZPEKU/S37Epo0NNbI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/KqmS5KYvGD4/s72-c/Cloudcroft+%2710+105.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6871818900138709767.post-7885281130586898986</id><published>2010-02-10T18:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T20:02:52.548-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Girls of Grace'/><title type='text'>Hands and Feet</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Today turned out to be a very interesting day.  The following was on my agenda today:  Leave the house at 7:15, set up a dessert table in teacher's lounge, go to church for some prayer time, go to the bank and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Wal&lt;/span&gt;-Mart in D.R., and then go to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Brackett&lt;/span&gt; for the Girls of Grace meeting (where we were going to bake desserts for the Jr. High teachers).  Before I went to the bank, I decided I was going to try to find the children's shelter I had heard about.  We (Girls of Grace) were wanting to host a party for the kids at the shelter and I wanted to find the place and ask the lady in charge if we could.  Well, I found the shelter, and the lady said that would be great.  So, within the next month or so we are going to go over there and have a good time with the kids.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Okay, so after leaving there I scanned my list and headed to the bank.  After the bank, it was on to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Wal&lt;/span&gt;-Mart...  I was headed to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Wal&lt;/span&gt;-Mart when the Dollar Tree caught my eye.  I figured Valentine candy would be cheaper there than in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Wal&lt;/span&gt;-Mart, so I found a parking spot and went inside.  I'm still amazed that some of the stuff in there is just $1!  After grabbing lots of Valentine goodies, I checked out and got back in my car.  &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Wal&lt;/span&gt;-Mart was in my sight; one more stop and I was going to be heading back to B-town.  Well, that was my plan.  This is when I was thrown a curve ball.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Since we live on the border, I'm overly cautious (I've heard too many horror stories).  The girls and I usually hold hands when we're walking in the stores and I keep an eagle eye on them.  Well, today it was just me, so my guard was down.  I hopped in my car and shut the door.  I was going through my loot when someone knocked on my window.  I was startled at first, but then I noticed it was a lady.  She was a heavy-set Mexican woman, probably in her 40's.  My mind was half-way listening to what she was saying and half-way assessing the situation.  Like, "&lt;em&gt;Is there a man hiding behind my car and&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;going to jump in with her when I unlock the doors, or is she some lunatic with a gun that wants to rob me&lt;/em&gt;?"  Before I fully processed these thoughts. I was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;chunking&lt;/span&gt; all kinds of junk from the front seat to the back and was apologizing for my messy car!  That's right, she asked me for help; she needed a ride home.  I silently asked the Lord to protect me and off we went.  I was also praying that I didn't end up at a place where I'd be robbed, kidnapped or worse...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Deep down I knew it wasn't my day to die, so I started chatting with the lady next to me.  I had to bite my tongue to not tell her to buckle up (It's the mother in me).  She thanked me for the ride, from the beginning, and said she was in need of a guardian angel.  She said that she used to work as a custodian at a nursing home, but hadn't worked in a while because of health problems.  She &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;proceded&lt;/span&gt; to tell me that she had an operation the week prior and times were really tough.  She said she knew God would get her through.  We chit-chatted about her family and God.  Then, I noticed tattoos on her fingers.   I was instantly struck with the thought, "&lt;em&gt;I wonder if she's done some 'time'&lt;/em&gt;?"  I tried to shake off the notion and stay focused on our conversation.  I found out that she had 3 kids: 2 boys (4&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; and 5&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;) and one daughter who is a sophomore.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;As we were traveling to her house, she asked if I'd like to buy her small television.  I told her I didn't need a television, but I did tell her I'd help her out.  She was very grateful.  When we pulled up to her little shack of a house, she said her heart was pounding fast.  I reached into my wallet and handed her some money.  She hugged me and thanked me and I said I'd be praying for her.  Lots of times I tend to be a little skeptical about what people tell me.  I don't like to be lied to.  Well, to be truthfully honest, I don't want to look gullible or look as if someone has made a fool out of me.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;When I drove away from that little shack (with boards on some of the windows), I didn't know for sure if the lady was telling me the whole truth about her life, but I did know one thing for sure...she was dirt poor and needed help.  Her story about having surgery a week ago may or may not be true, but it won't change the fact that she needed help.  Tears welled up in my eyes as I drove off, for 2 reasons: I was sad that she was so destitute that she had to ask a stranger for help, and I was so thankful for the blessings in my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I immediately called my mom and Kristi (they both help with Girls of Grace) and asked them what they thought about changing our meeting up today.  To make a long story a little bit shorter, our Girls of Grace meeting consisted of delivering lots of groceries to this lady.  One of the 5&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; grade girls had the idea of giving her a bible, too.  So, the church secretary got us a bible.  We signed our names and wrote that we'd be praying for her.  The girls were excited to help this lady. We prayed for her on the way over.  When we got there, she wasn't there, but a humble man took the groceries and thanked us and asked God to bless us.  Several of the girls commented (later) that it didn't look like there electricity was on.  I was grateful God allowed this lady, Mary Anne, into my life today.  I want to teach my daughters and the girls I teach at church that if we can do more than pray for someone then we should do it.  We should always bathe people in prayer, but we've got to be the hands and feet of Christ too.  It can't just be about lip service.  Times are tight in the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Frerich&lt;/span&gt; household, like in so many households in America, but I've come to the conclusion that if I "don't give a person a hot dog when I'm not rich, I won't give her a steak when I am  rich.  We've got to do what we can with what we've got.  Ten, 25, or $50 may not seem like a lot of money to some people, but to someone who doesn't have a cent and is hungry, it's a heck of a lot!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;"Defend the poor and fatherless; do justice to the afflicted and needy.  Deliver the poor and needy; free them from the hand of the wicked." Psalm 82:3-4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6871818900138709767-7885281130586898986?l=amandafrerich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandafrerich.blogspot.com/feeds/7885281130586898986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amandafrerich.blogspot.com/2010/02/hands-and-feet.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6871818900138709767/posts/default/7885281130586898986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6871818900138709767/posts/default/7885281130586898986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandafrerich.blogspot.com/2010/02/hands-and-feet.html' title='Hands and Feet'/><author><name>Amanda Frerich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08471990874684962247</uri><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-6871818900138709767.post-1163287132832135729</id><published>2010-02-08T17:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T07:02:22.228-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Things That Make Me Smile'/><title type='text'>Old Home Videos</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;We had the luxury of being home all weekend. It was nice. I cleaned house, found a few things in the attic that made me reminisce about my childhood, had a good chat with my sister on the phone, and at the end of the day the girls and I watched old home videos. They even watched our wedding video. They cracked up at how young everyone was. One of my girls said, "I like your voice, you sounded cool." I asked what she meant by that. She said I sounded young. I said, "Well, I was young, 19 to be exact!" Then I got to thinking, "Oh my gosh, I got married before I had an adult sounding voice!" I also had 3 children before my brain was fully developed! That's right, research says a persons brain is fully developed at 25. I had my 3rd kid when I was 24! My poor children! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;It's been fun watching old home movies...from watching our newborns sleep for 3o minutes straight to watching them dance in the living room to watching them ride horses to watching them open up Christmas presents...it all takes me back. Their little voices and personalities were so cute! Thinking about them back then and thinking about them now makes me so thankful that God has blessed me with such wonderful daughters. It doesn't take much to make them happy and I love the way they find pleasure in the simplest things. I guess they probably inherited this trait from me because I tend to get excited about the littlest of things. Gorgeous sunsets, $3 Home Trend candles from Wal-Mart, and a good cup of coffee all make me smile and put a spring in my step! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Reminiscing these last few days has made me truly thankful for my life and my family. In this crazy world of ours, people can tend to get caught up in the rush of everyday living that they don't take time to appreciate the little things. I don't want to be one of those people. I want to try and enjoy every day and find something to be grateful for - something about the day that makes me smile. So, in blogs to come, every now and then, I'm going to share the little things that make me smile. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Watching old home videos with my family makes me smile... :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;By the way, if you have a video camera, whip it out and start recording, I promise you'll be glad you did in years to come! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6871818900138709767-1163287132832135729?l=amandafrerich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandafrerich.blogspot.com/feeds/1163287132832135729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amandafrerich.blogspot.com/2010/02/old-home-videos.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6871818900138709767/posts/default/1163287132832135729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6871818900138709767/posts/default/1163287132832135729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandafrerich.blogspot.com/2010/02/old-home-videos.html' title='Old Home Videos'/><author><name>Amanda Frerich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08471990874684962247</uri><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-6871818900138709767.post-5342259227737242289</id><published>2010-01-01T06:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T10:18:55.156-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><title type='text'>New Year 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eelL3qZPEKU/Sz44x_2q15I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/mMDD66-_OmE/s1600-h/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421833433006135186" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eelL3qZPEKU/Sz44x_2q15I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/mMDD66-_OmE/s320/006.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother chillin' by the fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eelL3qZPEKU/Sz44xRf8N_I/AAAAAAAAAHI/VJdpY-PvsGE/s1600-h/026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421833420562774002" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eelL3qZPEKU/Sz44xRf8N_I/AAAAAAAAAHI/VJdpY-PvsGE/s320/026.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom and her grandkids&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eelL3qZPEKU/Sz44w4gQL0I/AAAAAAAAAHA/mSlcQD7gd0o/s1600-h/041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421833413853196098" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eelL3qZPEKU/Sz44w4gQL0I/AAAAAAAAAHA/mSlcQD7gd0o/s320/041.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Making smores at the ranch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eelL3qZPEKU/Sz42rvzrVFI/AAAAAAAAAG4/5c96EvJesOM/s1600-h/034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421831126596146258" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eelL3qZPEKU/Sz42rvzrVFI/AAAAAAAAAG4/5c96EvJesOM/s320/034.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kid table at our house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eelL3qZPEKU/Sz42rAQMuYI/AAAAAAAAAGw/ycrp7EsVUWw/s1600-h/018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421831113830873474" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eelL3qZPEKU/Sz42rAQMuYI/AAAAAAAAAGw/ycrp7EsVUWw/s320/018.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M &amp;amp; M with Abby and jealous Popeye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eelL3qZPEKU/Sz42qxVX6qI/AAAAAAAAAGo/-cxkGSIHVR0/s1600-h/011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421831109826046626" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eelL3qZPEKU/Sz42qxVX6qI/AAAAAAAAAGo/-cxkGSIHVR0/s320/011.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marshmallows at mom's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eelL3qZPEKU/Sz42qAGRi1I/AAAAAAAAAGg/7kEGGCX3wV8/s1600-h/007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421831096609377106" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eelL3qZPEKU/Sz42qAGRi1I/AAAAAAAAAGg/7kEGGCX3wV8/s320/007.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sweet nieces&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eelL3qZPEKU/Sz42pxz2r3I/AAAAAAAAAGY/JfbOv-hPrDY/s1600-h/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421831092774023026" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eelL3qZPEKU/Sz42pxz2r3I/AAAAAAAAAGY/JfbOv-hPrDY/s320/004.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;crafts with Tia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eelL3qZPEKU/Sz4zcUQNQTI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/2ma9Alu74sw/s1600-h/011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421827562966696242" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eelL3qZPEKU/Sz4zcUQNQTI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/2ma9Alu74sw/s320/011.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Painting the old clubhouse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eelL3qZPEKU/Sz4zcHd_ngI/AAAAAAAAAGI/nCmLbcOmS0U/s1600-h/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421827559534861826" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eelL3qZPEKU/Sz4zcHd_ngI/AAAAAAAAAGI/nCmLbcOmS0U/s320/005.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching a movie (on an ipod) in Grandaddy's old Mustang...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eelL3qZPEKU/Sz4zbtyVvmI/AAAAAAAAAGA/4PaW7ldEfVI/s1600-h/020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421827552640876130" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eelL3qZPEKU/Sz4zbtyVvmI/AAAAAAAAAGA/4PaW7ldEfVI/s320/020.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reviving Eve!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eelL3qZPEKU/Sz4zbTFmjtI/AAAAAAAAAF4/C-uuHYI-fxs/s1600-h/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421827545473912530" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eelL3qZPEKU/Sz4zbTFmjtI/AAAAAAAAAF4/C-uuHYI-fxs/s320/005.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vance sporting his new Christmas sweater...work it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eelL3qZPEKU/Sz4vjh1kkcI/AAAAAAAAAFw/IY0_ozxAxO4/s1600-h/011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421823288825647554" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eelL3qZPEKU/Sz4vjh1kkcI/AAAAAAAAAFw/IY0_ozxAxO4/s320/011.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl Power at GiGi's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eelL3qZPEKU/Sz4vjAVcV1I/AAAAAAAAAFo/fnPXU8PtmWc/s1600-h/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421823279832520530" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eelL3qZPEKU/Sz4vjAVcV1I/AAAAAAAAAFo/fnPXU8PtmWc/s320/006.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;White Elephant Exchange at Gigi and Grandaddy's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eelL3qZPEKU/Sz4virUqEkI/AAAAAAAAAFg/B2_eeuTDjbI/s1600-h/091.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421823274192081474" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eelL3qZPEKU/Sz4virUqEkI/AAAAAAAAAFg/B2_eeuTDjbI/s320/091.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DeeDee and Little E&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eelL3qZPEKU/Sz4vhvhpaBI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/C0zAWLG_znw/s1600-h/082.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421823258140436498" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eelL3qZPEKU/Sz4vhvhpaBI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/C0zAWLG_znw/s320/082.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting to open gifts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eelL3qZPEKU/Sz4s9H44YaI/AAAAAAAAAFI/ri-0krC30-c/s1600-h/089.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421820430001922466" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eelL3qZPEKU/Sz4s9H44YaI/AAAAAAAAAFI/ri-0krC30-c/s320/089.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love the peace necklace...may have to borrow it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eelL3qZPEKU/Sz4s8qBmvZI/AAAAAAAAAFA/XUstCctvT_0/s1600-h/078.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421820421985451410" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eelL3qZPEKU/Sz4s8qBmvZI/AAAAAAAAAFA/XUstCctvT_0/s320/078.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Christmas morning breakfast...breakfast casserole,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;strawberries and Cool Whip, and sparkling cider&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eelL3qZPEKU/Sz4s8HcAJJI/AAAAAAAAAE4/6unNFxWFXyw/s1600-h/074.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421820412700927122" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eelL3qZPEKU/Sz4s8HcAJJI/AAAAAAAAAE4/6unNFxWFXyw/s320/074.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Homemade Christmas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eelL3qZPEKU/Sz4s72_sTqI/AAAAAAAAAEw/EyNtdXjNHYc/s1600-h/068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421820408287219362" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eelL3qZPEKU/Sz4s72_sTqI/AAAAAAAAAEw/EyNtdXjNHYc/s320/068.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mark and Mana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eelL3qZPEKU/Sz4s7fxJEMI/AAAAAAAAAEo/WBI_Q2dH9qs/s1600-h/038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421820402052174018" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eelL3qZPEKU/Sz4s7fxJEMI/AAAAAAAAAEo/WBI_Q2dH9qs/s320/038.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joaquin and Amy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eelL3qZPEKU/Sz4q2oXKvcI/AAAAAAAAAEg/fWH5bu8zehc/s1600-h/057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421818119436549570" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eelL3qZPEKU/Sz4q2oXKvcI/AAAAAAAAAEg/fWH5bu8zehc/s320/057.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom and dad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eelL3qZPEKU/Sz4q2SUQ4DI/AAAAAAAAAEY/BplHKpfEpUE/s1600-h/060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421818113518788658" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eelL3qZPEKU/Sz4q2SUQ4DI/AAAAAAAAAEY/BplHKpfEpUE/s320/060.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Super-cool siblings!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eelL3qZPEKU/Sz4q15USyJI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/4cU2szeBWZg/s1600-h/043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421818106808027282" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eelL3qZPEKU/Sz4q15USyJI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/4cU2szeBWZg/s320/043.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and my gals!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eelL3qZPEKU/Sz4q1r9zW_I/AAAAAAAAAEI/CB-AlJN6WL8/s1600-h/040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421818103224032242" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eelL3qZPEKU/Sz4q1r9zW_I/AAAAAAAAAEI/CB-AlJN6WL8/s320/040.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me, Mark, and girls Christmas Eve&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eelL3qZPEKU/Sz4q1A5KDPI/AAAAAAAAAEA/InAsh9tg5rs/s1600-h/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421818091661823218" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eelL3qZPEKU/Sz4q1A5KDPI/AAAAAAAAAEA/InAsh9tg5rs/s320/001.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom, dad, and awesome grandkids!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm so excited about the new year, I actually want to jump up and down! I'm not quite sure if my over-enthusiastic spirit is getting a little help from the extra-bold coffee I just drank or if it's a natural high. I guess I'll let you know in a couple of hours! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;heehee&lt;/span&gt;! A special thanks to mom and Amber for the single serve &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Keurig&lt;/span&gt; coffee pot they gave me for Christmas! I love it; it's a perfect cup every time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't know why I'm so excited about 2010, but I am! I'm believing for great things to happen this year. I like what mom said a few days ago. She said she believes it's going to be a year of restoration! That's exciting to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first half of December my schedule was filled with the girls' activities, substituting, Girls of Grace meetings/Fiesta Texas trip, hayrides, planning parties, going to parties, and shopping. While all of that was fun, I was looking forward to a little down time with my family. That beloved day arrived on December 21st! My brother's family and my sister arrived at my mom and dad's that day. They stayed there until Christmas day. It was a relaxing time of just visiting, chilling out, and the occasional &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Wii&lt;/span&gt; bowling tournament! One of the reasons I feel so fortunate is because I honestly believe I have the best family on the face of this earth. While we are not perfect, we truly love each other and would not do or say anything to intentionally hurt one another. We also laugh a lot when we're all together. I am so blessed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas Eve at mom and dad's is always such a special time. Before opening presents, a Christmas story is always read, and then the 5 granddaughters are given the opportunity to sing, read a poem, play an instrument, etc... This year the youngest 2 granddaughters sang for us. It was so sweet! After that, we open presents. My brother is always "Santa." He passes out the gifts one at a time. I love opening gifts one at a time because it makes it last longer and everyone has a chance to see what each person receives. I don't know, it just seems a little more civil than everyone tearing into their gifts at once, and then it's over in 3 minutes. I like the anticipation of it all! Later on, the rest of our family arrives (cousins, aunts, uncles, and our grandmother -Meme). I love it that every member of my family and extended family has a sense of humor...this means lots more laughing! This year we ate Mexican food: tamales, rice, beans, homemade tortillas, and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;guisado&lt;/span&gt;. A couple of years ago, we brought out a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Karioke&lt;/span&gt; machine and everyone had the chance to sing. It was hilarious! Everyone was in awe when our, 19 year old, handsome yet shy cousin belted out "Just Give It Away" by George Strait! This year we had a Chinese Christmas. Lots of swiping gifts, but no bloodshed! Everyone was very civil!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mark, the girls, and I always spend Christmas morning together. Last year we started a new tradition and continued it this year. A few weeks prior to Christmas, we each draw a name from a jar. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Whoever's&lt;/span&gt; name you draw, you have to give that person a gift. But, it can't just be any gift, it has to be homemade! This takes the pressure off the girls of thinking they have to buy a gift for everyone. This year I drew &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kater&lt;/span&gt; Bug's name. I spray painted an old chandelier pink, bought lights for it and adorned it with beads (goin to buy tiny picture frames for it too). &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Mana&lt;/span&gt; drew my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;youngest's&lt;/span&gt; name. Since &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Mana&lt;/span&gt; loves to draw and is good at it, she drew Libby 2 pictures. (Last year she drew me a picture of an old church -love it!) &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kater&lt;/span&gt; Bug made her dad a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;camouflage&lt;/span&gt; blanket (the kind you tie around the edges). He loved it! I was so excited when Mark had drawn my name, weeks prior. Visions of new shutters had crossed my mind... I was quite surprised when I opened my package. At first, I thought, "Wow, Mark knows how to make candles!" Then I saw Paula &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Deen's&lt;/span&gt; face staring back at me and I knew it wasn't homemade. Oh well, I'll let him slide, since he &lt;em&gt;is&lt;/em&gt; one of the most hard-working and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;busiest men I know! He bought me tons of candles, scented wicks, a neck massager, perfume, lotion, facial products, etc... What a guy! &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;We usually eat Christmas lunch at Mark's parents' house, which is only a short walk away. A person could never go hungry at their house! There's always an over-abundance of food, which is making me think after I write this blog, I need to go for a jog! Anyway, for the last 5 years or so, Mark's parents serve steak and grilled shrimp for lunch! I really believe his dad's grilled shrimp is probably the best I've ever tasted! It was delish! The next day, after his sister and family arrived, we celebrated Christmas with his family. Lots of family = lots of food. We had a white elephant gift exchange, which was pretty comical! There were several gag gifts, that got a few laughs. I had fun visiting with my sister-in-law for several days and enjoyed watching our kids play together. &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;Christmas break would not be the same without my sister staying the night with us! We totally veg while she's stays with us. She got to witness a near death experience, while at the ranch. Let me explain: Amber and I were in the sunroom drinking coffee and looking at pics on face book, when all of a sudden, my oldest runs in the house crying. Thinking something was terribly wrong or someone was hurt, I jumped up and knocked my favorite mug over in the process (it broke). I was sad to hear that Eve (our 5 day old pygmy goat) was near death, but was thankful that my girls weren't hurt. Eve was born on Christmas Eve, hence the name, and was the runt of triplets. Since the mama goat couldn't produce enough milk for the 3 little goats, my oldest took on the duty of bottle feeding her. Mana has such a sensitive heart when it comes to animals. She's going to make a great vet someday. When Mana went out to feed her that cold morning, Eve wasn't under the lamp and was almost dead because of the cold! It's amazing the things I pray for at times (because of my children). I never thought I'd be praying for a pygmy goat, but that morning I was praying Eve would arise like Lazarus did! We've witnessed many baby animals die out here and on this particular morning it looked as though the little goat was not going to make it. It was so limp, it couldn't even hold it's neck up and was barely breathing. After holding it in a blanket and trying to feed it for several hours, it started baa-ing and drinking the milk! We all rejoiced! Then Mark and the girls went to town to run a few errands. Great! I was on goat duty! I prayed it wouldn't die on my watch. After they left, it jumped out of its box and started running around! It was a true Christmas miracle. Amber and I were hungry, so we decided to get a hamburger in a neighboring town. Guess who came along? That's right, Eve did! Most kids get new puppies for Christmas, mine got a baby pygmy goat! &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;All in all, our Christmas vacation has been great. I'm not looking forward to my girls going back to school on Tuesday, but I am looking forward to the wonderful things God has planned for our lives this year! It's going to be a good one; I can feel it in my bones!!&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;em&gt;"For I know the thoughts that I think toward you, says the Lord, thoughts of peace and not of evil, to give you a future and a hope. Then you will call upon Me and go and pray to Me, and I will listen to you. And you will seek Me and find Me, when you search for Me with all your heart." Jeremiah 29:11&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;em&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&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/6871818900138709767-5342259227737242289?l=amandafrerich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandafrerich.blogspot.com/feeds/5342259227737242289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amandafrerich.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-year-2010.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6871818900138709767/posts/default/5342259227737242289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6871818900138709767/posts/default/5342259227737242289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandafrerich.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-year-2010.html' title='New Year 2010'/><author><name>Amanda Frerich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08471990874684962247</uri><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/_eelL3qZPEKU/Sz44x_2q15I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/mMDD66-_OmE/s72-c/006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6871818900138709767.post-8595130533510550563</id><published>2009-10-24T07:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T08:22:43.285-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Faith'/><title type='text'>Throw Out The Pacifier</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Just because I once sucked a pacifier when I was a baby, doesn't mean I should suck on one as an adult.  Just because I looked good wearing the latest styles in high school doesn't mean those styles still look good or even fit me as an adult!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;We all change and grow and just because something "worked" for us at one stage in our lives, doesn't mean we should still keep doing it.  You won't see me walking around with a pacifier in my mouth, and I don't fit into the same jeans as I wore in high school.  But, that o.k.!  First of all, people would probably send me to a psyche ward if they saw me with a pappy in my mouth, and my girls would be embarrassed to sit next to me in church if I tried to fit into and wear the same outfits I did as a teenager!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;With that being said, as Christians, when we are trying to reach that next spiritual level why do we look back to what we once had?  Have you noticed in the fashion industry that about every 20 years a certain style makes it way back on the racks in stores?  As Christians, we can actually learn from this!  Styles come back but with a different twist.  The style has usually been revolutionized a bit.  (The 80's style is back, but with a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;millennium&lt;/span&gt; twist)  In the same way, we can look back at a time when our walk with God was "on fire," and use certain instances or lessons we learned in the past to revolutionize our spiritual thinking to the next level.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;We might of had a wonderful Sunday School teacher, been a part of an awesome youth group, or experienced a dynamic christian seminar or retreat and that's great.  But, that was for a season in our lives.  Those could have been great learning times, but we can't stop there!  We have to press on to a new level.  I don't want to ask God to revive what I once had, I want Him to revolutionize my spiritual  thinking so I can serve Him better!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"Anyone who lives on milk, being still an infant, is not acquainted with the teaching about righteousness.  But solid food is for the mature, who by constant use have trained themselves to distinguish good from evil. Therefore, let us leave elementary teachings about Christ and go on to maturity..." Hebrews 5:13-14, 6:1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"Let us examine our ways and test them, and let us return to the Lord."  Lamentations 3:40&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6871818900138709767-8595130533510550563?l=amandafrerich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandafrerich.blogspot.com/feeds/8595130533510550563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amandafrerich.blogspot.com/2009/10/throw-out-pacifier.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6871818900138709767/posts/default/8595130533510550563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6871818900138709767/posts/default/8595130533510550563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandafrerich.blogspot.com/2009/10/throw-out-pacifier.html' title='Throw Out The Pacifier'/><author><name>Amanda Frerich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08471990874684962247</uri><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-6871818900138709767.post-3107299377035544239</id><published>2009-10-23T12:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T13:08:11.156-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><title type='text'>Not Seeing The Signs</title><content type='html'>I dropped my girls off at school this morning and then met up with a couple of friends to go walk.  We went to the track field, a couple of miles outside of town.  We decided to walk the curves and jog the straights, all the while talking and laughing in between.  About 5 minutes after our work-out began, we noticed an EMS car (not an ambulance) parked half-way on the road with its' lights flashing.  This should have been warning #1, but we basically looked at each other and said, "I wonder what's going on?"  We shrugged it off and kept on walking and talking...  A few minutes later we heard a couple of gun shots and one of my friends mentioned that someone must be dove hunting.  We said, "Yeah, probably so," and we kept on walking...  A few minutes later, my two friends said, "Hey, check out that guy on a horse."  We were like, "Huh, I wonder what he's doing?"  We kept walking and talking (trying to solve our country's youth problems).  Then, we noticed a helicopter over head.  One of my friends laughed and told the other one, "Hey! I bet that's your husband  checking up on you." (He flies helicopters).  We laughed and kept walking...   When we finally drove back to the house, one of my friends got a message saying everyone in Brackett should be on alert because a convict, from the maximum security prison in Brackett, had just escaped!  Then the lightbulbs came on!! We put 2 and 2 together.  He was probably right across the road from us the whole time, hiding under a mesquite tree!  That explained the road block, the mounted police, the gun shots, and the helicopter hovering overhead! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow!  How many signs did we need!  Just like these visible signs, God gives us signs too.  But, we have to slow down and take the time to listen and look around us.  Many times He uses the people who cross our paths or certain situations to wake us up, but we can't be preoccupied with so much "stuff" that we are blinded to the warning signs!  Open my heart, eyes, and ears Lord, and help me not to be blind-sided from our real enemy, Satan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW, the convict, has still not been captured and the blonde highlights in my hair really do come from a bottle!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6871818900138709767-3107299377035544239?l=amandafrerich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandafrerich.blogspot.com/feeds/3107299377035544239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amandafrerich.blogspot.com/2009/10/not-seeing-signs.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6871818900138709767/posts/default/3107299377035544239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6871818900138709767/posts/default/3107299377035544239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandafrerich.blogspot.com/2009/10/not-seeing-signs.html' title='Not Seeing The Signs'/><author><name>Amanda Frerich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08471990874684962247</uri><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-6871818900138709767.post-466767542707825461</id><published>2009-10-12T06:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T07:00:34.932-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Faith'/><title type='text'>Fiery Trials</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Yesterday, I watched an awesome Beth Moore video; I'd like to share what stuck out in my mind.  She gave 3 different scenarios when people of God face a  fiery trial.  The example of a trial she gave was a christian being diagnosed with cancer.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;             Scenario A:  We can be &lt;strong&gt;delivered from&lt;/strong&gt; the fire.  (Miracle)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;                                   Dividend?  Our faith is built.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;             Scenario B:  We can be &lt;strong&gt;delivered through&lt;/strong&gt; the fire.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;                                   Dividend?  Our faith is refined.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Key scriptures:  This sickness is not unto death, but for the glory God, that the Son of God may be glorified through it! John 11:4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"In this you greatly rejoice, though now for a little while, if need be, you have been grieved by various trials, that the genuineness of your faith, being much more precious than gold that perishes, though it is tested by fire, may be found to praise, honor, and glory at the revelation of Jesus Christ, whom having not seen, you love."  1Peter 1:6-9&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;             Scenario C:  We can be &lt;strong&gt;delivered by&lt;/strong&gt; the fire &lt;strong&gt;straight into His arms.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;                                   Dividend?  Our faith is perfected.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"Blessed is the man who endures temptation; for when he has been approved, he will receive the crown of life which the Lord has promised to those who love Him." James 1:12&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"But I want you to know, brethren, that the things which happened to me have actually turned out for the furtherance of the gospel, so that it has become evident to the whole palace guard, and to all the rest, that my chains are in Christ, and most of the brethren in the Lord, having become confident by my chains, are much more bold to speak the word without fear!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;We never want Scenario C to happen to us.  If only our minds could wrap themselves around the awesomeness of being in heaven with Jesus, we would long for Scenario C.  I think that's why we are not allowed to see how marvelous heaven is.  If we knew, everyone would want to die and God's will on earth would not be carried out!,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6871818900138709767-466767542707825461?l=amandafrerich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandafrerich.blogspot.com/feeds/466767542707825461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amandafrerich.blogspot.com/2009/10/fiery-trials.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6871818900138709767/posts/default/466767542707825461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6871818900138709767/posts/default/466767542707825461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandafrerich.blogspot.com/2009/10/fiery-trials.html' title='Fiery Trials'/><author><name>Amanda Frerich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08471990874684962247</uri><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-6871818900138709767.post-6551857818711222353</id><published>2009-10-11T21:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T21:14:22.920-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ranch life'/><title type='text'>Cowgirl Cuties</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eelL3qZPEKU/StKsrsIwiWI/AAAAAAAAADg/ZYzhziYHeoE/s1600-h/057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391561570498152802" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eelL3qZPEKU/StKsrsIwiWI/AAAAAAAAADg/ZYzhziYHeoE/s400/057.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;My girls ended up doing very well in the Del Rio Youth Rodeo Association! My oldest won 4 buckles and the All Around Girl Saddle! It was very cool, with a turquoise allligator seat! My younger girls did extremely well too! They won really cool zebra and cheetah print tack. They were all in the same age group at this rodeo, since at the time of registering, they were 9, 11, and 12! I'm proud of the way they cheer each other on, and are excited for one another when they do well! We try to instill in them to do their best, and focus on their own times, nobody else's. I'm excited for them...they deserved these awards because they always work hard and practice! Even better, we don't have to tell them to practice, they just go do it! Way to go girls!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6871818900138709767-6551857818711222353?l=amandafrerich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandafrerich.blogspot.com/feeds/6551857818711222353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amandafrerich.blogspot.com/2009/10/cowgirl-cuties.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6871818900138709767/posts/default/6551857818711222353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6871818900138709767/posts/default/6551857818711222353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandafrerich.blogspot.com/2009/10/cowgirl-cuties.html' title='Cowgirl Cuties'/><author><name>Amanda Frerich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08471990874684962247</uri><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/_eelL3qZPEKU/StKsrsIwiWI/AAAAAAAAADg/ZYzhziYHeoE/s72-c/057.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6871818900138709767.post-2755053640610701972</id><published>2009-10-09T12:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T15:47:53.031-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Faith and Family'/><title type='text'>Morning Routine</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Last night I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;dreamt&lt;/span&gt; that an irrational number really was insane and beat me over the head with a percent sign!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Aaahhh&lt;/span&gt;! I can't get away from this math "stuff"! I'm still substituting for Jr. High math. I have one more week to go. I guess you can say I have mixed feelings about this. On one hand, I'm going to miss seeing and interacting with the kids everyday. But, on the other hand, I'm really looking forward to fulfilling my domestic duties (to the 10&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; power), at home! I've fallen a little behind on my laundering duties since I've been working full time, staying in town (late) for practices, and going to v-ball games, and football games! Oh well, I guess I've done a semi-alright job, seeing as no one has had to wear dirty socks or underwear! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;One thing that I was concerned about (that might suffer) if I took this long-term sub job was our morning routine. I love mornings. I guess you could say I'm a morning person. I like waking up before everyone else, getting clothes ironed and breakfast made all while have a pleasant and non-rushed attitude. For the past 7 years, since my oldest went to Kinder, we have had a morning devotion and prayer time while eating breakfast. It just starts the day out right. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Occasionally&lt;/span&gt;, when I'd subbed in the past, my morning &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;dialogue&lt;/span&gt; was devoid of "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;amens&lt;/span&gt;" and filled with "hurry-ups!" I was bound and determined that our morning schedule was not going to be derailed because I had to work for 5 weeks. Fortunately, I'm here to say that we've had a devotion and prayer time every morning, with a little something new thrown in. I set my alarm for 5:00 every morning. I get up, shower, get dressed and put my make-up on. At 5:30 I turn the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;TV&lt;/span&gt; on and watch Joyce Meyer (one of my favorite Christian teachers) while ironing the girls' clothes.  These are the clothes they lay on the couch the night before.  After ironing, I make breakfast, set it on the table and light a few candles. Then I wake the girls up.  Luckily, we all like to eat breakfast when we wake up.  They stumble to the table and sit down.  We've been having candlelit breakfasts since the regular light is just too bright first thing in the morning.  After breakfast, they get ready in the living room where Joyce Meyer comes on, again, at 6:30.  They've enjoyed listening to her in the mornings, and they don't complain about watching preaching instead of cartoons!  Amazingly, our mornings have been so smooth! I've only had to use the word "hurry-up" a couple of times since school started!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Of course, there are some mornings when at least one child likes to help build my character!  For instance, clothes might not have been picked out the morning before and "she" doesn't like what I've picked out, breakfast isn't to "her" liking, or "she" can't find her shoes.  In the past, these little situations would have really &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;irked&lt;/span&gt; me, since they know the rules...clothes should be picked out the night before (if not, I pick them out!), if you don't like the breakfast I make then go find something yourself w/0 complaining, and shoes go in the baskets behind the door!  Well, let me tell you, it's kind of hard to lose my patience when I'm getting ready to read a devotion or scripture, about to pray or when Joyce Meyer is in the background saying we need to love more!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Basically, I want to remain loving, considerate, and patient even when schedules are a little more hectic, and saturating the mornings with God has helped tremendously!  I feel like this 5 week sub job is like a dress rehearsal for what is to come within the next year or two...maybe a full-time teaching job (not Math!).  Since I've passed the morning routine, I've just got to figure out a way to get warm brownies on the table when we all get home!  Can you believe that's one reason why they don't want me to work!  &lt;em&gt;"Who's going to make us a snack when we get home?"  :)  &lt;/em&gt;Until next time...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6871818900138709767-2755053640610701972?l=amandafrerich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandafrerich.blogspot.com/feeds/2755053640610701972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amandafrerich.blogspot.com/2009/10/morning-routine.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6871818900138709767/posts/default/2755053640610701972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6871818900138709767/posts/default/2755053640610701972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandafrerich.blogspot.com/2009/10/morning-routine.html' title='Morning Routine'/><author><name>Amanda Frerich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08471990874684962247</uri><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-6871818900138709767.post-7590420465967685452</id><published>2009-09-20T20:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T21:09:31.700-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teaching'/><title type='text'>Mrs. Frerich, The Tall Math Teacher</title><content type='html'>Yeah!  Technology at the ranchito has changed drastically!  I bought a laptop and last week the Dell guy came to our house and installed wireless internet!  My life will never be the same.  No more waiting 20 minutes for a page to appear on the screen!  It all happens so fast, and I feel a little spoiled! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For over a month, we did not have internet service out here, that's why blogs have not been written.  Well, and to be perfectly honest, there hasn't been much time.  You know the routine: everyone's  getting adjusted to the new school thing, extra-curricular activities, etc...  Also, I accepted a 4 week substitute position.  I'm teaching jr. high math!  (Insert scream!)   At first I didn't really understand why God was nudging me to fill-in (long-term) in the math department, since I'm an english minor and received a BA instead of a BS.  I purposely wanted a BA so I would only have to take one math class in college.  My oldest daughter does extremely well in math and is very logical.  I think she learned through osmosis.  Let me explain:  When I was pregnant with her, I was taking 18 hrs. in college.  The only class that I struggled with was college algebra.   As I would do my homework, on the couch, my expanded belly was a perfect "table" for my algebra book.  That's where the "osmosis" part comes in!  Now, I'm teaching her AP math class!  I think the thing that stresses me out more than anything is all my over-achieving friends' kids are in  that class!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; My sister laughs at me because I told my 6th period class that I would be available at 7:30 in the mornings if they needed help with anything.  I don't know what I get myself into sometimes!  Doing my best at things tends to consume me at times!  One thing I have learned is, if I have the answer key I can figure out and explain anything! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first, I thought there was this "behind the scenes" reason why God always opened up long-term math jobs for me.  Well, I'm starting to believe He has me here for a logical reason...to learn math!  He's also been convicting me of saying that I'm not good at math!  Ouch!  That phrase has always slipped out so easily from my mouth!  What kind of example am I setting for my girls when I'm always saying I'm not good in math!  I wouldn't want them saying that about themselves, so why should I say it about me! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm finding out that I'm not as bad as I thought I was in this subject, but I still have to do some homework before I teach the lesson.  All in all, I'm enjoying being in the junior high building.  They are a good group of kids and it's fun encouraging them.  Another reason why I like the junior high kids is they know how to correctly use their adjectives.  They say:  "Wow Miss, you're so tall!"  I prefer that to what the little elementary kids say.  They look at me and say, "You're soooo big!" "Tall" is just a much nicer description!  I'm 5'10 but I usually wear wedges or heels, so I look much taller. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having to teach only 4 classes a day isn't too bad either!  :)  Hats off to all you teachers out there!  It's not as easy as some people think!  Until next time..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6871818900138709767-7590420465967685452?l=amandafrerich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandafrerich.blogspot.com/feeds/7590420465967685452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amandafrerich.blogspot.com/2009/09/mrs-frerich-tall-math-teacher.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6871818900138709767/posts/default/7590420465967685452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6871818900138709767/posts/default/7590420465967685452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandafrerich.blogspot.com/2009/09/mrs-frerich-tall-math-teacher.html' title='Mrs. Frerich, The Tall Math Teacher'/><author><name>Amanda Frerich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08471990874684962247</uri><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-6871818900138709767.post-7195553947867455727</id><published>2009-08-14T05:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T06:51:02.667-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My family'/><title type='text'>Home Alone</title><content type='html'>I'm experiencing something new today.  My family left this morning to go camping at the beach, and I stayed home.  This is extremely against my nature in many forms.  First of all, I can't recollect a single time when all of them have been away from me at the same time for a few days.  Secondly, since my middle name is GO, you'd think I'd be on this adventure with them.  There are a couple of reasons why I decided to stay home this weekend.  Believe me, it was a hard choice to make.  I was going to go and then I wasn't...I was going to go and then I wasn't...  And then I finally came to this conclusion: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  When I go to the beach I like staying in a hotel or condo.  I would prefer camping by a river or in the mountains.&lt;br /&gt;2.  The list of Mark's male family members kept growing and growing while the female persuasion dwindled down to nothing! &lt;br /&gt;3.  All the talk about fishing, all hours of the day, had my head spinning!&lt;br /&gt;4.  I thought it would be great for Mark and the girls to spend a weekend away together (A dad-daughter get-a-way).  I feel for certain that this weekend will be etched in their minds forever and will be talked about for years to come!  He's the best vacation dad and I know they will have a wonderful time together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may be wondering why I had to put any thought into this decision.  Well, like I said, I'm always up for a new adventure and the thought of me being left behind was a little weird.  But, the main reason why I wasn't sure if I should stay home was the fact that I wouldn't be in charge of my girls' safety.  Don't get me wrong, Mark takes good care of his girls, but come on, all mom's usually think they watch over their children better than anyone else.  I'm usually the mom who is watching out for my girls and 6 other kids while their parents are sitting next to me.  Giving up this control was a little hard for me, but I knew I needed to do it.  I felt like this weekend would be a great experience for them.  And besides, God is ultimately in control of my children, so I'm pretty sure He can handle the job much better than I could!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While their dad wasn't in earshot, I gave them a quick lists of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;do's&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;don'ts&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Do put lots of sunblock on everyday and reapply.&lt;br /&gt;Don't walk anywhere without your dad.&lt;br /&gt;Don't walk too far out in the water.&lt;br /&gt;Do go to the restroom and take a shower in the camper not in the public restrooms!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this was followed by, "We know &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;mouuum&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before loading up at 6 a.m., I told each one of them I loved them and gave them a hug and kiss.  If I would have let myself, I probably would have cried like a baby.  I could see in their eyes that they were ready for this adventure with their dad, but were a little sad that I was staying behind.  All of our eyes kind of misted up, we hugged one last time, and they said, "Bye mom, I love you" until I was out of earshot.  I watched their truck until I could not see it anymore and then went inside and cried a little.  Then I pulled myself together, reminding myself that it was my decision to stay home.  The first thing I did was go to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;sun room&lt;/span&gt;, sit down and pray for their safety and protection and I prayed that they'd have a wonderful time.  After spending a little quiet time with God, I watched 2 episodes of Joyce Meyer and then decided to write this blog.  No, I'm not just going to veg out all day.  I'm going to clean house and then do laundry.  Don't worry though, I won't be working the whole time they are gone.  My mom and I have plans.  Yep, we're going to San Antonio tomorrow.  I'm really looking forward to it.   Well, I guess I better wrap it up and get to work, so I can play tomorrow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6871818900138709767-7195553947867455727?l=amandafrerich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandafrerich.blogspot.com/feeds/7195553947867455727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amandafrerich.blogspot.com/2009/08/home-alone.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6871818900138709767/posts/default/7195553947867455727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6871818900138709767/posts/default/7195553947867455727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandafrerich.blogspot.com/2009/08/home-alone.html' title='Home Alone'/><author><name>Amanda Frerich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08471990874684962247</uri><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-6871818900138709767.post-7728374256154042441</id><published>2009-08-07T19:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T21:17:23.707-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me and Mark'/><title type='text'>Our Anniversary Date</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Two days ago was our 14&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; wedding anniversary!  Mark had to work on Wednesday, so we celebrated last night.  Living where we do, there's not a whole lot of options in the entertainment department.  Invariably, there hasn't been a good movie at the theater the last couple of years around our anniversary either!  Oh well, I guess it means Mark has to hear me &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;yack&lt;/span&gt; more!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;All day, yesterday, I was secretly pumped up about our date.  I had been wanting to get away with him, all by myself, for the past few days.  Well, around 4:45 he asked me if the vet had called and asked if the sheep was ready to be picked up.  I told him I hadn't heard from the vet's office all day, so he called the office.  Dr. Martin told him the sheep was ready to be picked up.  Mark looked at me and said, "How quick can you get ready?"  I said, "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Aah&lt;/span&gt;, come on, I don't want to be dragging around a sheep and a trailer with us all evening." &lt;em&gt;Besides, I had a whole lot of primping to do!  It was going to take me a while to get ready.  &lt;/em&gt;He kindly said he'd pick up the lamb and for me to be ready when he got back.  &lt;em&gt;Whew!  That was a close one.  I thought for a second I was going to have to compete with a sheep on our date&lt;/em&gt;.  I put my broom down (I'd been cleaning out a bedroom all day), and hopped in the shower.   &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Calgon&lt;/span&gt; take me away...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since it was our anniversary, I thought I'd spice things up a bit and where a dress and heels.  This may not have been the greatest choice of clothing, but I'll get to that later.  When he walked in and saw me in a dress, he said, "I don't want to have to get dressed up."  I told him he didn't have to.   After 14 years of marriage, I know him pretty well.  I had already ironed a pair of shorts (&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;camo&lt;/span&gt;) and a shirt for him.  All he had to do was put on his baseball cap and slip his flip-flops on.  He likes to be casual.  I can count the number of times I've seen him wear a tie, on one hand!  That's o.k., I like the sporty look!  So off we went, me looking like I should be going to a wedding and Mark looking like he should be going to a Ranger's game!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We decided to eat at Cripple Creek, a great &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;restaurant&lt;/span&gt; outside of town.  He ordered a steak and I had the grilled salmon.  It was really good.   We had a great meal and pleasant conversation.  I hate to see couples eating by themselves and rarely talking.  So, I always step up to the plate and keep the conversation going so we won't look like one of those "boring" couples who've been married for over 10 years!  I know he probably appreciates me for this!  ha!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After we ate, he asked if I wanted to drive out to the lake.  I said, "Sure," thinking it was kind of a romantic gesture.   So off we went.  On our way to the lake he said he wanted to find the cliffs that he used to jump off of when he was in high school (romantic gesture just flew out the window).  After about 20 minutes, we found the right road.  (This is when the sporty look came in handy for Mark).  We couldn't just drive up to the cliffs, we had to walk to them!  We hopped out of the truck and made our way down a rocky path with cactus on both sides of us.  Mark trailed on about 20 feet in front of me like nothing, and then there was me trying to walk down a rocky path in heels, while holding my dress down (it was really windy) and trying to keep my hair out of my eyes (and yes, I had spent 30 minutes fixing my hair before our date)!  I swear, the only time he walks fast is when I'm wearing heels!  We finally made it to the edge of the cliffs and it was beautiful!  The sun was setting in the distance behind an old railroad bridge.  &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Aah&lt;/span&gt;!  The romantic moment I had been waiting for.  Don't get me wrong, we didn't gaze into each other's eyes and whisper sweet nothings to one another or anything like that.   We just enjoyed each other's company and watched the sunset in the distance.  It's the little things in life like this that make me happy.  I seriously don't need wine and roses, I would much prefer quality time together, even if it means walking through a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;stickery&lt;/span&gt; path , in high heels, to reminisce about days gone by. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Every married couple has their highs and lows, and we are no exception, but I can honestly say that every year with Mark gets better and better!  That's so exciting to me!  He's a great guy whom I love dearly.  I can't wait to see what God has in store for our lives and our marriage.    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6871818900138709767-7728374256154042441?l=amandafrerich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandafrerich.blogspot.com/feeds/7728374256154042441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amandafrerich.blogspot.com/2009/08/our-anniversary-date.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6871818900138709767/posts/default/7728374256154042441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6871818900138709767/posts/default/7728374256154042441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandafrerich.blogspot.com/2009/08/our-anniversary-date.html' title='Our Anniversary Date'/><author><name>Amanda Frerich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08471990874684962247</uri><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-6871818900138709767.post-2267957043764635094</id><published>2009-07-14T10:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T11:04:02.023-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Overcoming adversities'/><title type='text'>There's A Shark In The Tank</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I know that God uses trials and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;tribulations&lt;/span&gt; to test us and make us stronger, but sometimes it's just not fun to go through them.  I was praying about a situation and needing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;encouragement&lt;/span&gt; from God when I glanced at my bookshelf and noticed an old book that was practically saying, "Hey, open me up and read me!"  So, I grabbed the book off the shelf and it fell open to chapter 23, entitled "The Purpose of Trials!"  I'm going to share a few things from the book that I was needing to be reminded of:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;"God has a divine purpose for every challenge that comes into our lives.  He doesn't send the problems, but sometimes He allows us to go through them.  Why is that?  The Bible says temptations, trials, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;difficulties&lt;/span&gt; must come, because if we are to strengthen our spiritual muscles and grow stronger, we must have adversities to overcome and attacks to resist.  Moreover, it's in the tough times of life that we find out what we're really made of. (YIKES!)  The pressure exposes things that we need to deal with -- things such as wrong attitudes, wrong motives, areas where we're &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;compromising&lt;/span&gt;.  As odd as this may seem, the trials can be beneficial.  If you will learn to cooperate with God and be quick to change and correct the areas that He brings to light, then you'll pass that test and you will be promoted to a new level.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Often times we're tested in the areas where we are the weakest.  I've discovered in the struggles of life that God is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;more&lt;/span&gt; interested in changing me than He is in changing my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;circumstances&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;God will use people in your life.  Your own husband or wife, your in-laws, or your own children may be the unwitting mirrors that God uses to reveal areas where you need to change.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;There might be a person that irritates you to no end, and you may wonder why you have to be around him/her day in and day out.  You might even wonder, "When is God going to change him/her?"  Have you considered that God may wanting to change you?  God may have purposely arranged for you to be in close proximity to that person who grates against you.  He may be trying to teach you how to love your enemies.  Or, He may be trying to toughen you up a little and teach you to have some endurance, to not to run from everything that is hard, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;uncomfortable&lt;/span&gt;, or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;inconvenient&lt;/span&gt;. (OUCH!)  We must recognize the refining purpose of trials.  We can't run from everything that's hard in our lives!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Recognize that God wants to do a work in you.  He's molding you and refining you.  But you're so busy trying to evade the difficulty, the work is not being done.  You're so focused on all the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;circumstances&lt;/span&gt; and all the people around you that you haven't taken time to look deep inside and deal with the issues God is bringing to light.  He will put people and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;circumstances&lt;/span&gt; in your path that grate on you like sandpaper, but He will use them to rub off your rough edges.  You may not always like it; you may want to run from it, you may even resist it, but God is going to keep bringing up the issue, again and again, until you pass the test.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;The following is a great analogy:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Many years ago, fishing for codfish up in the Northeast had become a lucrative commercial business.  The fishing industry recognized that a great market for codfish existed all over America, but they had a major problem in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;distribution&lt;/span&gt;.  At first, they simply froze the fish, as they did all their other products, and shipped it out all across the country.  But for some reason, after the codfish was frozen, it lost its taste.  So the owners decided to ship the fish in huge tanks filled with fresh seawater.  They thought for sure that would solve the problem and keep the fish fresh.  But to their dismay, this process only made matters worse.  Because the fish were inactive in the tank, they became soft and mushy, and once again they lost their taste.  One day, somebody decided to put some catfish in the tank with the codfish.  Catfish are a natural enemy of codfish, so as the tank traveled across the country, the codfish had to stay alert and active and be on the lookout for the catfish.  Amazingly, when the tank arrived at its destination, the codfish were as fresh and tasty as they were in the Northeast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Like that catfish, perhaps your adversity was dropped in your path for a purpose.  Perhaps it was put there to challenge you, to strengthen you, to sharpen you, to keep you fresh, to keep you alive and active and growing.  Granted, at times, it feels as though you have a great white shark in the tank rather than a catfish, but the adversity you are facing could very well be something that God is using to push you and challenge you to be your best.  The trial is a test of your faith, character, and endurance.  Don't give up.  Don't quit.  Don't whine and complain, saying, "God, why is all this happening to me?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Instead, stand strong and fight the good fight of faith.  God is giving you an opportunity for promotion.  It is the struggle that gives us strength.  Without opposition or resistance, there is no potential for progress.  Without the resistance of air, an eagle can't soar.  Without the resistance of water, a ship can't float!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Certainly, none of us enjoy going through struggles, but you have to understand that your struggle may be an opportunity for advancement and promotion.  The very thing that you are fighting against so tenaciously may be the springboard that catapults you to a new level of excellence.  Your challenges may become your greatest assets!"  -- YOUR BEST LIFE NOW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;"Beloved, do not think it strange concerning the fiery trial which is to try you, as though some strange thing happened to you; but rejoice to the extent that you partake of Christ's sufferings, that when His glory is revealed, you may also be glad with exceeding joy."  -- 1 Peter 4:12&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6871818900138709767-2267957043764635094?l=amandafrerich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandafrerich.blogspot.com/feeds/2267957043764635094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amandafrerich.blogspot.com/2009/07/theres-shark-in-tank.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6871818900138709767/posts/default/2267957043764635094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6871818900138709767/posts/default/2267957043764635094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandafrerich.blogspot.com/2009/07/theres-shark-in-tank.html' title='There&apos;s A Shark In The Tank'/><author><name>Amanda Frerich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08471990874684962247</uri><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-6871818900138709767.post-3733577159859122588</id><published>2009-07-09T21:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T22:03:47.722-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Good Ole Days'/><title type='text'>Hide-N-Seek</title><content type='html'>We just got back from playing a game of night-time hide-n-seek on the 4 wheelers.  The girls had their cousin over tonight so we each grabbed a partner and hopped on a 4-wheeler. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mark's rules: 1.We have to stay in the House Pasture.  &lt;br /&gt;                       2.  We can't go past the 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; tank. &lt;br /&gt;                       3. Once your spotted you can't take off. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You won't find me breaking the first two rules.  We venture too far from the house as it is!  Man, my girls are brave!  I guess hiding in the bushes, at night, in the middle of a pasture, is fun to them!  I was riding with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Kater&lt;/span&gt;-Bug tonight.  I told her to look for her dad and Libby up on the hill where all the old trucks were.  She hesitated and then took off.  When we got up there she got a little nervous and didn't want to proceed.  I tried to put up a tough girl front and said, "Oh, come on, there's nothing to be scared of!"  But, inwardly I was thinking how much that old junkyard reminded me of a cemetery!  I told her to "dale gas"; we got out of there in a flash.  I like wide-open spaces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing as Mark has lived on this ranch all of his life, he knows where the good hiding spots are.  It usually takes a little longer for us to find him!  He was actually good tonight and didn't try to scare me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it if you're playing hide-n-seek at night you always have to pee?  Even if you just went before you started playing the game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another version of hide-n-seek we play is inside with all of the lights off.  My favorite hiding place is the bathtub.  The girls are too scared to pull the shower curtain back, so they don't look there!  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Ssshhh&lt;/span&gt;!  Don't tell anyone! ;)  You'd think, since Mark is the biggest guy in the house, he would be easier to spot but he's usually the last one to be found!  Games like hide-n-seek are not just for kids.  Add a twist to it and you'll find yourself having fun too!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6871818900138709767-3733577159859122588?l=amandafrerich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandafrerich.blogspot.com/feeds/3733577159859122588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amandafrerich.blogspot.com/2009/07/hide-n-seek.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6871818900138709767/posts/default/3733577159859122588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6871818900138709767/posts/default/3733577159859122588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandafrerich.blogspot.com/2009/07/hide-n-seek.html' title='Hide-N-Seek'/><author><name>Amanda Frerich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08471990874684962247</uri><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-6871818900138709767.post-6542443639369181602</id><published>2009-06-28T20:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T21:27:04.087-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ranch life'/><title type='text'>Rhinestone Cowgirl</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Most of the time I can put up a pretty good front when I'm at a rodeo with my girls.  Just because &lt;em&gt;my &lt;/em&gt;girls are exceptional riders, I wear cowboy boots and can pull a horse trailer to these dusty events does not mean that I know a thing about horses!  Although, I am learning a little more every year.  For instance, when &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Mana&lt;/span&gt; was 5 she really wanted to ride her horse but Mark was not home.  I always wanted their dad to be around when they rode.  Well, she kept after me  so I said, "Alright, go find that horse book you got for your birthday.  I think it has instructions on how to saddle a horse."  At the time, I told her not to tell anyone that I had to read a book to learn how to saddle a horse!  Well, we got Baby saddled and the rest is history...  Now, all 4 of us go to rodeos together, even when Mark has to work.  O.k., o.k., I can't take too much credit.  My girls  round-up their horses, catch them, put them in the trailer, saddle them, and take good care of them at the rodeo.  My job is to iron their clothes, do the little one's hair, and drive them to the rodeo (again, just if Mark's working).  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;I've learned that it's not a good idea to wear boots to a rodeo.  When I wear boots people assume that I know a thing or to about horses.  I don't go all out and wear shirts that say, "My True Love Is A Horse," or anything like that.  I may wear boots and the occasional cowgirl &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;bling&lt;/span&gt; but that doesn't mean I know how to ride that thing (a horse)!  Now, that needs to be on a t-shirt: BOOTS AND &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;BLING&lt;/span&gt; DON'T MEAN I KNOW HOW TO RIDE THAT THING!  Anybody that really knows me knows that I'm a little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;skittish&lt;/span&gt; around horses.  Well, the other night when we were at a rodeo a lady comes up to me and asks me if I could hold her daughter's horse because she's at the concession stand.  I was thinking, "&lt;em&gt;You've got to be kidding me, can you not see the look of terror in my&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;eyes&lt;/em&gt;!"  Before I could say, "I'm sorry I can't,"  the people &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;pleaser&lt;/span&gt; inside of me took over and I smiled and said, "Sure."  Then it was just me and this 900 pound beast.  I was praying that he'd act right and just stay put.  Because believe me, if he would have started acting up I would have let go of the reins and ran for cover!  He tried to move around on me a little bit, but I tried my own version of being a horse whisperer.  It was nothing like you see in the movies, it was more like, "In the name of Jesus, please act right and be still."  After about 10 minutes I was getting a little irritated.  I knew they weren't making steaks made-to-order in the concession stand, but that chic just kept standing there at the concession stand and there was no line!  Finally, my dad walked up to me and said, "Who's horse is that?"  I pointed over to the girl in front of the concession stand.  I asked dad if he'd hold it and he said he would.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Aaahhh&lt;/span&gt;!  Dad to the rescue.  At that moment, my blood pressure went down and my hands quit shaking.  After 10 more minutes the girl walked from the concession stand with her goodies in hand.  I grabbed the horse from dad, and walked her horse to her.  She said, "Oh thanks!"  She was probably wondering what a complete stranger was doing holding her horse.  I was wondering the same thing!  I guess it's back to flip-flops at the rodeos! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6871818900138709767-6542443639369181602?l=amandafrerich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandafrerich.blogspot.com/feeds/6542443639369181602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amandafrerich.blogspot.com/2009/06/rhinestone-cowgirl.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6871818900138709767/posts/default/6542443639369181602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6871818900138709767/posts/default/6542443639369181602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandafrerich.blogspot.com/2009/06/rhinestone-cowgirl.html' title='Rhinestone Cowgirl'/><author><name>Amanda Frerich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08471990874684962247</uri><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-6871818900138709767.post-4652151249467914899</id><published>2009-06-24T22:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T00:11:37.578-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflection'/><title type='text'>Counting My Blessings</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eelL3qZPEKU/SkMibDsDTEI/AAAAAAAAAB0/Xd_na7fxQC4/s1600-h/deaf+blind+triplets.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351158630488165442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 30px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 132px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eelL3qZPEKU/SkMibDsDTEI/AAAAAAAAAB0/Xd_na7fxQC4/s320/deaf+blind+triplets.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                              &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;The Deaf &amp;amp; Blind Triplets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eelL3qZPEKU/SkMia8Ou3dI/AAAAAAAAABs/4Q368PfBMAU/s1600-h/haley+aging+disease.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351158628486143442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 105px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 79px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eelL3qZPEKU/SkMia8Ou3dI/AAAAAAAAABs/4Q368PfBMAU/s320/haley+aging+disease.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                          &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Little Haley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;It's 12:30 a.m. and I can't sleep, so instead of tossing and turning, I thought I'd write a blog instead. At this moment, as I'm typing these words, I'm overcome with thankfulness. I just checked on my girls, who are sleeping soundly in their beds, and I thanked Jesus for blessing me with three beautiful, loving, healthy girls. Many parents are not as fortunate to have healthy children and my heart goes out to them. I pray right now God will give them strength to endure!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;What brought on this kind of thinking so late at night? I spoke with a grandmother, today, whose grandson was born with several complications. Her strength and her daughter's attitude is amazing. Also, the girls and I watched 2 shows on the Discovery Channel this evening that made all of us count our blessings. The first one was about a little girl named Haley who lives in England. She has a disease known as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Progeria&lt;/span&gt;. It's when your body ages 8 times faster than it should. She is only 8 years old but her body is like a 70 year old woman. This little girl was amazing. She had such a bubbly personality and had remarkable strength. I loved watching her talk and laugh. Although she didn't look like your average 8 year old, I couldn't help but think that she was adorable. My heart broke for her parents because, of course, they know all the facts about the disease and that the average life-span for a person with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Progeria&lt;/span&gt; is 13 years old.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Doctors are working around the clock to find a cure for this disease, and I pray they will find one soon. Knowing that your child would more than likely not live past 13 would be heart wrenching. I pray that God will give them the grace to endure. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;The second show was about triplets who are blind and deaf! I remember watching the Helen Keller movie, last summer, and thinking how lonely and lost she must have felt and how helpless her parents probably felt. But how in the world could one person deal with 3 Helen Keller's! The thought of it boggles my mind. When I watched their mom being interviewed my only thought was, "Wow! What problems do I have?!" This lady is truly remarkable! (You can watch her on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;YouTube&lt;/span&gt;. I just typed in deaf and blind triplets).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;It's amazing to me how all of these parents are pushed to the limit each day, (physically and emotionally), yet they continue to laugh and try to endure - no matter the obstacles. God's grace is astounding! It makes me wonder what's so tough about my life?! My day-to-day family foibles pale in comparison. Thank you Lord!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Muddy footprints on a freshly mopped floor, the occasional argument between siblings, spilt milk, misplaced hair brushes, and messy rooms... these are things that are normally thought of as glitches in our day to day lives, but I bet the parents of the triplets would welcome all of these things into their homes with open arms. Muddy footprints mean that my kids get to enjoy dancing in the rain. Arguing shows they can speak and hear! :) Spilt milk means they are trying to be self-sufficient (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;every one's&lt;/span&gt; clumsy now and then)! Misplaced brushes mean they have the capability to find the brush with their own 2 eyes, and messy rooms means they are able to play in their rooms and have fun together! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;While watching the show about Haley, Libby looked at me and said, "I bet it's hard for her mom to get mad at her, since she knows she's going to die." As soon as those words left her lips, I thought, "&lt;em&gt;Shouldn't we all think like that&lt;/em&gt;?" None of us knows the day or hour our loved ones are going to perish from this earth. We should always keep that in the forefront of our minds. I'm not saying we should let our kids rule the roost, but I know we could probably all show a little more compassion and understanding when our kids do mess up. I know I could! And, we should always try to send our kids out into the world and to bed on a positive note. I know, sometimes it's easier said than done! But, we never know what the day or night may hold... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;"Sometimes we are so busy adding up our troubles that we forget to count our blessings."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;"Be joyful always; pray continually; give thanks in all circumstances, for this is God's will for you in Christ Jesus!" 1 Thessalonians 5:16-18&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6871818900138709767-4652151249467914899?l=amandafrerich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandafrerich.blogspot.com/feeds/4652151249467914899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amandafrerich.blogspot.com/2009/06/counting-my-blessings.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6871818900138709767/posts/default/4652151249467914899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6871818900138709767/posts/default/4652151249467914899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandafrerich.blogspot.com/2009/06/counting-my-blessings.html' title='Counting My Blessings'/><author><name>Amanda Frerich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08471990874684962247</uri><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/_eelL3qZPEKU/SkMibDsDTEI/AAAAAAAAAB0/Xd_na7fxQC4/s72-c/deaf+blind+triplets.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6871818900138709767.post-5593924416837331236</id><published>2009-06-20T08:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T06:45:37.130-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My family'/><title type='text'>Happy Father's Day, Dad!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eelL3qZPEKU/Sj6WdqGpGeI/AAAAAAAAABk/LqkzI00ECxM/s1600-h/me+and+dad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349878843625249250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 233px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eelL3qZPEKU/Sj6WdqGpGeI/AAAAAAAAABk/LqkzI00ECxM/s320/me+and+dad.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; I was cleaning house today and thoughts of my dad drifted in and out of my mind. Some of them made me laugh and some made me tear up (I'm glad I was home alone). My dad, what can I say? He's a man filled with goodness, honesty, humor, and faith. He always provided a great living for my mom, brother, sister, and I. Although he may regret the long hours he had to put in at work, I always knew he was doing it for us. He worked hard so my mom could stay home and take care of us, and I appreciate him so much for that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;My mind was filled with mini-movies today about my dad, and the following are just a few that stand out in my mind:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Action: When I was young my dad would take me to his favorite fishing holes in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Quemado&lt;/span&gt;. His days off were Mondays, so that's when we would go. I would always wear my orange cap with a little orange puff ball on top. He always had to bait my hook because I didn't like worms back then either. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Action: He would take me to Mary's Cafe with him while he would chat with the locals. I didn't care if I wasn't involved in the conversation, I just liked being with him. I would stick my nose in the tall glass and try to breathe in cool fresh air because the cafe was always filled with smoke!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Action: When I would hear his truck pull up, I'd run out and greet him with a hug. Sometimes I would sit on the orange couch next to him while he watched M*A*S*H or TIC-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;TAC&lt;/span&gt;-DOUGH. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Action: When I was little I invented a little dessert for my dad. I would take a vanilla &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;waifer&lt;/span&gt;, spread peanut butter on it, and then &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;sprinkle&lt;/span&gt; cinnamon on top. I don't know how he did it, but he'd always eat all of them, and would tell me how great they were.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Action: I liked playing sports as a kid, so he put a basketball goal up and would shoot hoops with me when he could. He always wanted to talk with me after my games, and was always very encouraging. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Action: I remember my dad doing the "Pee Wee Herman" dance in a restaurant and me be utterly mortified! I also remember going bowling and the guy behind the counter said, "How many games would y'all like to play?" and dad said, "We don't want to play, we just came to rent the shoes!" Needless to say, my face turned red several times throughout my teenage years!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Action: My dad taught me how to dance. The picture above was taken at a restaurant in Mexico. He was probably talking me through the dance steps. I was a slow learner when it came to dancing. I can probably count the number of people I've danced with on one hand, including my dad and Mark! That's o.k., that's the way I like it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Action: My dad was always faithful in going to church. He would always slide in the pew about 5 minutes before the service would begin. Sitting next to him was usually out of the question... that seat was reserved for my mom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Action: I knew something was wrong when Joaquin, Amber, and I came home for lunch and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;no one&lt;/span&gt; was home. After 10 minutes, we got a call from my mom and she said that dad had just had a heart attack. Thankfully, my brother had his driver's license, so he drove us to the hospital. When we got there they had just revived him because his heart had completely stopped. We're still so thankful to God for saving him and for the nurse who wouldn't give up when everybody else did!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Action: Me, dad, and Amber going to the Ft. Worth Stock Show having to sing along to 50's and 60's music! Good times!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Action: I'm thankful for my dad's wisdom when I was a teenager. He was loving yet firm. He saw things that I couldn't. Having my car taken away for 2 weeks and having to walk to and from school seemed barbaric, but he knew what he was doing. After the 2 weeks were over, I realized I liked my wheels more than I liked the guy! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Action: I was inwardly doing a"happy dance" when he approved of me dating a guy 8 years older than me during my senior year in high school. Thanks to my dad's wisdom, he saw past Mark's age and saw what I could see: an awesome guy! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Action: I was so thankful my dad was alive to walk me down the aisle. He looked handsome in his tuxedo. I remember thinking that was the longest and slowest walk of my life. He really did walk slow, I have the video to prove it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Action: I remember him praying for me before they prepped me for surgery when I was going to have Libby. He also cracked a few jokes which made me less nervous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Action: My dad accompanied the girls and I to a rodeo in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Uvalde&lt;/span&gt; a few years ago, and when we got to the Border Patrol check point, he rolled the window down and the agent said, "Go ahead." He didn't even asked any questions. After we drove off, my dad looked back at my girls and said, "Some people you just don't want to mess with!" We all started laughing. They still use that phrase after we pass a checkpoint.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Action: Another Border Patrol story wasn't quite as funny. It made me a little nervous. We crossed the Mexico bridge and were headed back to the U.S., and the Customs Agent asked dad if he was bringing back anything from Mexico. For some reason, he got a little tongue tied and said, "Yes, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;shampool&lt;/span&gt; (shampoo), and drugs and stuff!" I was thinking, "What the heck did he just say?" The agent looked at him kind of funny and said, "Excuse me, what did you say?" My dad quickly admitted that we had gone to the pharmacy and gotten some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Retin&lt;/span&gt;-A. Thankfully, he believed him and didn't pull us over. After he took off, we all started laughing! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Action: Several years ago, my girls were watching t.v., with my dad, and he started jokingly aggravating them, so they started tickling him. Well, they wouldn't let up. He started laughing and couldn't quit and it made the rest of us laugh until our stomachs hurrt. In between breaths he'd say, "Get them off of me!" I finally had to put an end to the madness, fearing he might have another heart attack!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Action: Friday night Mark had to go to work, so dad called and offered to help us at the rodeo. We had a great time with him. He had encouraging words and of course, we listened to 60's music going home!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I could go on and on, but I better stop. My clock is reading 12:45 p.m., although the time posted won't say that! (I don't know why). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Dad, thanks for being so great and for being such a terrific dad! I love you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6871818900138709767-5593924416837331236?l=amandafrerich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandafrerich.blogspot.com/feeds/5593924416837331236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amandafrerich.blogspot.com/2009/06/happy-fathers-day-dad.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6871818900138709767/posts/default/5593924416837331236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6871818900138709767/posts/default/5593924416837331236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandafrerich.blogspot.com/2009/06/happy-fathers-day-dad.html' title='Happy Father&apos;s Day, Dad!!'/><author><name>Amanda Frerich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08471990874684962247</uri><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/_eelL3qZPEKU/Sj6WdqGpGeI/AAAAAAAAABk/LqkzI00ECxM/s72-c/me+and+dad.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6871818900138709767.post-4860972588247068592</id><published>2009-06-17T07:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T08:23:56.781-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self-improvement'/><title type='text'>Tackling The To-Do List</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Have you ever had so many things to get done that you just don't know where to begin?  Have you ever been overwhelmed by the things you need to get done that you end up doing something that's not even on your to-do list?  For instance, I need to finish cleaning out the attic and cleaning out &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Mana's&lt;/span&gt; room to get ready for the room re-do and I go and clean out &lt;em&gt;my &lt;/em&gt;closet and out from under &lt;em&gt;my&lt;/em&gt; bed!  Or, have you ever saved up some money for something you really wanted and then spent half of it on something that you never thought about buying?  I don't know about you but I've been guilty of doing all of these things from time to time.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;This summer is the summer of change!  I want to put an end to my old habits and start fresh!  I've been trying to self-diagnose myself concerning these quirky issues, and I believe the one thing that will help me stay on track is an action plan written on paper!  There's something amazing that happens when you get your thoughts and ideas down on paper.  It's like they come to life and you can tackle them head on.  I love taking a pen and marking through things on a to-do list.  It's very &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;gratifying&lt;/span&gt; to me!  So, today I'm going to make a list of all the things that I want to do and need to do, and I'm going to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;prioritize&lt;/span&gt; them from most important to least important.  I'm a very visual learner, so I've got to see things written down.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;When you get down to it, putting things off just makes the situation worse because "it" still needs to get done, and you are still thinking about doing "it" (too much mind clutter)!  So, I'm going to divide my projects into baby steps that seem doable!  Sometimes we just have to stop thinking about what needs to get done, and how huge the project is, or how anxious we feel when we think about getting started, and JUST DO IT!  The satisfaction we'd feel after accomplishing the task is way better than feeling guilty for putting it off.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;The following list I found online, and I think it will help me stay on track!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;____________________________________&lt;br /&gt;Today’s Date&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;A Items: Something I must do today or face serious consequences.&lt;br /&gt;______________________________________&lt;br /&gt;______________________________________&lt;br /&gt;______________________________________&lt;br /&gt;B Items: Something I should do today or face mild consequences.&lt;br /&gt;______________________________________&lt;br /&gt;______________________________________&lt;br /&gt;______________________________________&lt;br /&gt;C Items: This would be great, but there are no consequence if done today or not.&lt;br /&gt;______________________________________&lt;br /&gt;______________________________________&lt;br /&gt;______________________________________&lt;br /&gt;D Items: I could delegate this to someone else.&lt;br /&gt;______________________________________&lt;br /&gt;______________________________________&lt;br /&gt;______________________________________&lt;br /&gt;E Items: I could eliminate this altogether without making a huge difference.&lt;br /&gt;______________________________________&lt;br /&gt;______________________________________&lt;br /&gt;______________________________________&lt;br /&gt;F Items: I need to keep this in mind for the future.&lt;br /&gt;______________________________________&lt;br /&gt;______________________________________&lt;br /&gt;______________________________________ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;So, if you're like me and have too many "irons in the fire" and don't know where to begin, start with a list!  Another very important factor in this equation is for me to make wise use of my time.  I read something the other day that really stood out in my mind.  It was referring to the 100 most influential people in history.  These men and women who changed the world did not have any more hours in a day than you and I.  I'm convinced that these people had an action plan, probably wrote it down, and used their time very wisely!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;"IF A TASK IS ONCE BEGUN, NEVER LEAVE IT TILL IT'S DONE.  BE THE LABOR GREAT OR SMALL, DO IT WELL OR NOT AT ALL."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Whatever your hand finds to do, do it with your might...!"  Ecclesiastes 9:10&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6871818900138709767-4860972588247068592?l=amandafrerich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandafrerich.blogspot.com/feeds/4860972588247068592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amandafrerich.blogspot.com/2009/06/tackling-to-do-list.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6871818900138709767/posts/default/4860972588247068592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6871818900138709767/posts/default/4860972588247068592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandafrerich.blogspot.com/2009/06/tackling-to-do-list.html' title='Tackling The To-Do List'/><author><name>Amanda Frerich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08471990874684962247</uri><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-6871818900138709767.post-632422032875061951</id><published>2009-06-14T16:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T16:11:10.502-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='about me'/><title type='text'>A Little Bit About Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Favorite t.v. show? According To Jim...Mark and I watch it every night at 10:00. Who wants to watch the dreary news!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Do you like cheese? Yes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Do you own a gun? Yes, so don’t come around at night trying to scare me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Do you like listening to Christmas music? I’ve been known to start listening to Christmas music in early October. It’s a weakness of mine. I’m working on it. I’ve been trying to hold off until the 1st of November, but, oh, it’s hard!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Do you get nervous before doctor appointments? Yes...I usually sweat bullets, especially at the gyno! I’m getting clammy and withdrawn just thinking about it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;What do you think of hot dogs? Great, cooked over a grill!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Favorite Christmas song? Oh man, this is a hard one...Joy To The World, The Christmas Song by Nat King Cole (Chestnuts Roasting on an Open Fire), Walkin’ In a Winter Wonderland.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;What do you prefer to drink in the morning? I would love to drink coffee, but I don’t know how to make it very well. So, I just drink it when I go to my mom’s.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Can you do push ups? Yes, but only a couple.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;What's your favorite piece of jewelry? My wedding ring and a big turquoise cross pendant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Favorite hobby? Reading, decorating, painting furniture, and blogging&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Do you have A.D.D.? No&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Middle Name? Lee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Name 3 thoughts at this exact moment. It’s hot in here...I need to start making supper...I have a great life!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Name 3 things you bought yesterday? Nothing...I actually stayed home all day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Name 3 drinks you regularly drink? Water, milk, coffee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Current worry right now? I’d rather not say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Current hate? When GPS systems don’t work right!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Favorite place to be? On vacation with my family!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;How did you bring in the New Year? It’s been too long, I’m not sure! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Where would you like to go? Where wouldn't I like to go? My middle name is actually Go not Lee! New York City, Europe, and Hawaii are top on my list!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Do you own flip flops? Who doesn’t? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;What shirt are you wearing? A Yellow T-Shirt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Do you like sleeping on satin sheets? No, but I would like some with a higher thread count.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Can you whistle? Yes... I always love whistling along to the Andy Griffith Show.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Favorite color? TURQUOISE...I’m going to write a blog about turquoise one day. I think my family will probably kick me out of the house if I paint anything else turquoise in our house!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Would you be a pirate? Of course not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Favorite girl's name? Olivia &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Favorite boy's name? Jake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;What's in your pocket right now? Change from the dryer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Last thing that made you laugh? I was acting like a dork a few hours ago, trying to get my family to laugh, and then it made me laugh. I love to laugh and I also like being around funny people! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Best bed sheets as a child? The sheets that had pink and yellow flowers on them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Worst injury you've ever had? I usually try to make it a goal in life to stay away from danger, but when I was 8 years old I got the bright idea that I wanted to drive my brother’s little motorcycle. Long story short...I confused the gas with the brakes...popped a wheelie...landed in a pile of rusty tin...cuts all down my leg...lots of crying and blood...huge scar still on my knee!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Do you love where you live? Absolutely!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;How many TVs do you have in your house? 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Who is your loudest friend? Michelle Johnson, she is so funny! I wish she still lived here!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;How many dogs do you have? I don’t own any but my girls and Mark do. One died a few weeks ago and Mark gave one away last week, so they are down to 5! Thank goodness we live on the ranch. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Does someone have a crush on you? I hope Mark still does!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;What is your favorite book? Too many to name! I’ll stick with the good book, The Bible!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;What is your favorite candy? Anything chocolate!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Do you know all the words to the Fresh Prince theme song? I could sing along if I heard it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;What song do you want played at your funeral? I’ll Fly Away :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;What were you doing 12 AM last night? I was sleeping, thank goodness. No night terrors last night! Night terrors are just minor hitches in my giddy-up!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;What was the first thing you thought of when you woke up? Oh no, it’s already 7:00!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6871818900138709767-632422032875061951?l=amandafrerich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandafrerich.blogspot.com/feeds/632422032875061951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amandafrerich.blogspot.com/2009/06/little-bit-about-me.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6871818900138709767/posts/default/632422032875061951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6871818900138709767/posts/default/632422032875061951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandafrerich.blogspot.com/2009/06/little-bit-about-me.html' title='A Little Bit About Me'/><author><name>Amanda Frerich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08471990874684962247</uri><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-6871818900138709767.post-3377436055510232733</id><published>2009-06-13T07:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T09:50:28.756-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><title type='text'>The Riverwalk</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;After a few days of being away, I'm back to the real world.  One of the perks of Mark being on the school board, is the school board convention every summer.  I probably get the better end of the deal because I get to do whatever I want and he has to go to class.  The past 6 years we've stayed at the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Marriott&lt;/span&gt; on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Riverwalk&lt;/span&gt;, but this year we stayed at the Hyatt, right across the street.  Poor baby, I had to walk across the street every time I wanted to go to the mall.  I had so gotten use to the mall being connected to our hotel!  See what a little urban living does to a country gal, it makes her a little spoiled! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;My &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;itinerary&lt;/span&gt; is usually something like this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Wake-up whenever I want (usually 7:00), walk down to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Starbuck's&lt;/span&gt; in the lobby and grab a bran muffin, a banana, &amp;amp; small coffee, read by the pool, in the room, or by the river, get dressed and go shopping at the River Center Mall, have lunch, go back to the room and read or watch t.v. Then, Mark arrives and we usually find something to do, have supper on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Riverwalk&lt;/span&gt;, &amp;amp; go back to the room and watch a movie.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Aaahhh&lt;/span&gt;...life is good on the R&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;iverwalk&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Although, I added something new to my itinerary this year.  I took advantage of the "oh so cool" gym every morning, and I didn't eat every meal like it was my last.  I tried to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;incorporate&lt;/span&gt; these two new habits into my little vacation.  You know how it is, when you're on vacation, it's like calories don't really count.  Well, I'm here to attest that they do!  Unfortunately my stomach is the by-product of this myth! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Last year Mark couldn't make the convention in San Antonio, so he went to the Dallas &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;TASB&lt;/span&gt; Convention in the fall.  Of course, I tagged along.  Dallas was great, but I'm a San Antonio-kinda-girl.  I like familiarity, and I don't like having to drive to get to the place you want to go.  That's why the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Riverwalk&lt;/span&gt; is ideal for a person like me.  That being said, now I'm going to contradict myself.  With the help of a new gadget in our lives, I ventured out of my little world to find the nearest Target.  Come on, I like deals and I just wasn't finding any at the mall!  So, with my keys in hand I made my way to the parking garage.  I HATE those kind of places.  I always feel like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;some body's&lt;/span&gt; going to jump out at me.  That's why I hold my keys like a weapon.  I would actually kind of feel sorry for anyone that tried to "jump" me.  I would probably embrace my inner "psycho" and open a can of crazy on him.  Needless to say, he would probably run like mad, holding an eyeball in one hand and holding his crotch with the other!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Well, anyway, I made it safely to my car.  I jumped in it and locked it right away.  Then I pulled a dear little friend out of my purse.  Her name is Meg.  No, she's not an imaginary friend.  I was never into pretend people.  She's our GPS!  We are finally moving up in the world.  I typed in Target and pressed go!  I was secretly wishing she'd drive for me, but, hey, I can't have it all!  As I made my way out of the parking garage, I wondered which way I should go because Meg wasn't talking to me.  Then I realized, it was a one way street, so I could only turn right.  I was off!  I'm like, "O.k. Meg start talking to me girl.  I'm not sure where I should go now!  (insert crickets chirping)  I almost called her something that a nice girl like me should never utter!  Then the unimaginable happened!  Meg said she needed to be turned off and then restarted!  So, I drove a little further and found a place to park.  After saying a quick prayer, I restarted it and prayed that it'd work this time.  It wouldn't stick to my windshield, so I held it on the dash with one hand and drove with the other!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;I've got to admit my relationship with Meg is a love-hate kind of thing!  One minute I hate her and the next minute she pulls through and is the greatest invention for a directionally challenged girl like me!  Although, I questioned her several times.  I came to the conclusion that she probably grew up in the hood and wanted to revisit her old stomping grounds because the back roads she was taking me on would make  Jackie Chan a little nervous!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt; I love the way she "dings" when you do what she says.  After several minutes, which seemed like a lifetime, I finally arrived at my destination...TARGET!  I was still a little concerned about the hood I was in, so I found a parking place right up front!  I stayed in Target for over 2 hours!  It was nice.  I had no time limit.  I love to window shop.  My life will never be the same after buying the things I purchased:  a t-shirt, 5 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;marshmallow&lt;/span&gt; skewers, a band-aid kit for my purse, a cute little journal and a sticky pad to put on my dash for Meg to sit on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Meg worked perfectly on the way back and I did a pretty good job at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;maneuvering&lt;/span&gt; my SUV through S.A. traffic.  We finally started to "jell" and made a pretty good team (with the help of a few savvy angels).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;This is the part that's pretty amazing.  I was indecisive about telling Mark about my little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;rendezvous&lt;/span&gt; to Target.  Well, when I pulled into the huge parking garage downtown, my exact same parking place was available!  I know this was God.  He knows my sense of direction gets a little off at times and if I had to park somewhere else we'd probably still be looking for our car!  Of course, I ended up telling Mark about my expedition into the urban jungle.  Amazingly, he didn't ask any questions, but I told him all about it anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;When I got to my room, I pulled out my new little journal and entitled it, "My Dream Journal."  I answered a few questions from the YOU CAN DO IT book to get my "juices" flowing.  Yeah, I know it's a little corny, but it has got me dreaming and planning new things for my life!  It's exciting to think that we can all do anything we set our minds to do, with the help of Christ!  The first step is getting it down on paper.  I'll talk more about this later.    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Although we'd like to have stayed one more night, we had to cut our stay a day short to get back home.  The girls had a rodeo on Friday night.  Oh well, we'll always have the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Riverwalk&lt;/span&gt;... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6871818900138709767-3377436055510232733?l=amandafrerich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandafrerich.blogspot.com/feeds/3377436055510232733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amandafrerich.blogspot.com/2009/06/riverwalk.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6871818900138709767/posts/default/3377436055510232733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6871818900138709767/posts/default/3377436055510232733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandafrerich.blogspot.com/2009/06/riverwalk.html' title='The Riverwalk'/><author><name>Amanda Frerich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08471990874684962247</uri><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-6871818900138709767.post-8701793914025324363</id><published>2009-06-08T19:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T21:52:59.987-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal Change'/><title type='text'>Turning Over a New Leaf</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;O.k., after mulling over different things I'd like to "tackle" this summer, one of the first things on my to-do list is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;xeriscaping&lt;/span&gt;!  I'm sick and tired of looking at an ugly yard!  Our yard is quite embarrassing!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I'm going to start slow.  Watering the weeds is first on my list.  Hey, at least weeds are green when they're watered!  I am not a self-proclaimed earth mother or tree hugger, so a lush Mediterranean garden is probably not going to happen (although I'd love one).  I was the little girl in the 1st grade whose little bean sprout (in a milk carton) never sprouted!  The reason being, it was probably never watered!  As a young homemaker, my mom would give me houseplants.  Unfortunately, their life-span was always cut short.  The cause of their short life-span?  The only time they got watered was about 10 minutes before my mom came by for a visit.  What was I thinking - that the wilted plant would come back to life in a matter of minutes?  It was worth a shot!  My mom tried to give me helpful hints about keeping plants alive.  Her most used comment was:  "You need to water them!"  I don't know why I have a mental block when it comes to watering plants and my yard!  Well, not any more!  I'm turning over a "new leaf" this summer!  Instead of a lush &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Mediterranean&lt;/span&gt; yard, I'm aiming for a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;xeriscaped&lt;/span&gt; yard.  Not zero-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;scaped&lt;/span&gt;, I want more than rocks in my yard!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I'm a use-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;whatcha&lt;/span&gt;-got-kind-of-girl.  So, today, I dug up some spiky cacti that were growing on the ranch and planted them in big pots.  I even watered my yard!  I'm making progress, baby!  Tomorrow, my mom and I are going to go to a dry creek bed and load up on some rocks.  But first, I've got to google it to see if that's legal!   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;My mom came over yesterday to help me clean out our attic!  Thanks mom!  She no longer has to remind me to water the houseplants anymore.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Whys&lt;/span&gt; that?  I don't own any houseplants!  She stopped buying them for me years ago.  I made a few lame excuses why my yard looked the way it did.  But I could tell she was thinking, "If she'd only water the yard, it wouldn't look so bad!"  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Later on that evening, before I turned out the light by my bed, I noticed a book that I'd checked out from the church library, a week prior.  It's called ONLY NUNS CHANGE HABITS OVERNIGHT (52 Amazing Ways to Master the Art of Personal Change).  It's a funny book with a lot of good advice about making changes in your life and pursuing your dreams!  I've found that it's a great companion to the YOU CAN DO IT book that I wrote about in another blog.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;As I was reading the book last night, I had an "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;aaahhhh&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;haaaaa&lt;/span&gt;" moment.  I thought, "What's stopping me from having a nice yard?"  Well, after I thought about it for a second, I answered myself with, "Me!"  The good news is all I have to do is change &lt;em&gt;my&lt;/em&gt; thinking and eventually, with a little hard work, I can have a decent looking yard.  I'm looking forward to the challenge, and I'll get to mark it off as one more thing I've always wanted to do! By the way, if any of you have tips on xeriscaping, I'd love to hear about them! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6871818900138709767-8701793914025324363?l=amandafrerich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandafrerich.blogspot.com/feeds/8701793914025324363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amandafrerich.blogspot.com/2009/06/turning-over-new-leaf.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6871818900138709767/posts/default/8701793914025324363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6871818900138709767/posts/default/8701793914025324363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandafrerich.blogspot.com/2009/06/turning-over-new-leaf.html' title='Turning Over a New Leaf'/><author><name>Amanda Frerich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08471990874684962247</uri><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-6871818900138709767.post-1215690722964978718</id><published>2009-06-04T10:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T19:28:13.384-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mana'/><title type='text'>Happy 13th Birthday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eelL3qZPEKU/SiiBp8tTYKI/AAAAAAAAABc/z05n01zBtMs/s1600-h/Maddie%27s+bday+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343663515545854114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eelL3qZPEKU/SiiBp8tTYKI/AAAAAAAAABc/z05n01zBtMs/s200/Maddie%27s+bday+019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eelL3qZPEKU/SiiAcva7YTI/AAAAAAAAABU/0kzKCXxoLME/s1600-h/Maddie%27s+bday+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343662189129195826" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eelL3qZPEKU/SiiAcva7YTI/AAAAAAAAABU/0kzKCXxoLME/s320/Maddie%27s+bday+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eelL3qZPEKU/SigjbT651nI/AAAAAAAAABM/PFFanalM0ag/s1600-h/scan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343559909985867378" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eelL3qZPEKU/SigjbT651nI/AAAAAAAAABM/PFFanalM0ag/s320/scan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Thirteen years ago, today, I was lying in a hopsital bed in Eagle Pass, Tx. (Yes, I'm still here to tell about it)! I was lying there, admiring my one day old baby. Mana's birthday was yesterday! My life forever changed on June 3, 1996. Being a mom to her has been one of the greatest blessings in my life. From day one, Mana has been an exceptional child. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;A few months after finding out I was pregnant with Mana, I had read that I should "talk to her", so she'd recognize my voice and yada, yada, yada... Well, I tried it a couple of times, but talking to my growing belly seemed a little odd. Early on, my main goal for my child was to raise her to love the Lord our God with all her heart, spirit, soul, and mind. I wanted to tell her about God before she was even born. One day, an idea popped into my mind, so I ran with it. I grabbed my tape recorder, pressed record and told her how much I loved her. I also recorded myself reading the bible to her. The tape was several hours long. As I would go about my day, cooking, cleaning, doing college homework, etc... I would fastened the little walk-man to my pants and press the earphones to my stomach. I just wanted her to be brought into this world knowing, in her spirit, how much she was already loved by me and by God. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Thirteen years later...Maddie is a happy, healthy, truly remarkable child who loves God with all her heart. There are so many wonderful words to describe her, but there's one that really sticks out in my mind, "Leader." She realizes her witness is her life, and tries to be a good example for others. I've learned so many things from her. She has way more common sense than I've ever thought about having! She is easy-going and an absolute delight to be around. She loves animals (a trait that was not passed down from her mom) with a passion. She's an excellent horse rider and even trained her horse all by herself! She loves the outdoors and is a hard-worker and a great athlete. When she sets her mind to do something, she doesn't give up! I love the fact that she will try anything, at least once. She's also a peacemaker. There have been so many times when she's given up what she wants, so somebody else in her family could benefit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I love the way she tells me what's going on in her life without me having to ask. I pray this will continue throughout her teenage years. I also pray that God will continue to bless her life and give her favor with Him and others. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Yes, I am her mom, and I'm a little biased, but it's my job to brag. Although, I've noticed that lots of other people feel the same way about her, as well. She was awarded "Scholar of the Month," at her school, in October. Here's what her 6th grade teachers had to say about her (quote from newspaper): "She is always attentive in her work and has above a 95 average in all her classes,"they said when nominating her. In addition, the teachers can depend on her to be responsible, attentive, and cooperative. We also love the fact that she has a pleasant personality and is very helpful." They also said, "She is truly a joy to have as a student and will continue to be a remarkable asset to our school."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I will be writing blogs about people in my family when they celebrate a birthday, so they'll know how much they mean to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Yesterday, my mom, the girls, and I went to Mana's favorite place. We went to the best swimming hole in Texas, which is the Frio River in ConCan. We had so much fun. It was a perfect day. Later, we had a late supper at my mom and dad's. We ate her favorite meal, enchiladas! This was part one of her 13th birthday. Today, she is celebrating with her other grandmother, Gigi. They went shopping. In a week, we'll be taking Mana, her sisters, and four of her friends to Schlitterbauhn (the biggest waterpark in Texas) to continue her celebration. She deserves it for being such a good kid! I love you, Mana...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;**Pic on the left: Mana's 1st trip to Concan. (1 year old)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;**Pic on the right: Mana, her sisters, and I celebrating her 13th. (12 years later)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;**As most of you know, Mana is her nickname, given to her by her dad. She has such a long, beautiful name, but some people have freaked me out about posting my kids' names on the web (so I'll stick with their nicknames).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&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/6871818900138709767-1215690722964978718?l=amandafrerich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandafrerich.blogspot.com/feeds/1215690722964978718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amandafrerich.blogspot.com/2009/06/thirteen-years-ago-today-i-was-lying-in.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6871818900138709767/posts/default/1215690722964978718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6871818900138709767/posts/default/1215690722964978718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandafrerich.blogspot.com/2009/06/thirteen-years-ago-today-i-was-lying-in.html' title='Happy 13th Birthday!'/><author><name>Amanda Frerich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08471990874684962247</uri><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/_eelL3qZPEKU/SiiBp8tTYKI/AAAAAAAAABc/z05n01zBtMs/s72-c/Maddie%27s+bday+019.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6871818900138709767.post-2720567458163454358</id><published>2009-05-31T12:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T13:06:06.227-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Goals'/><title type='text'>Dare To Dream</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eelL3qZPEKU/SiLh5xX1xZI/AAAAAAAAABE/zWzwcJUZqtE/s1600-h/You+Can+Do+It!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342080490636952978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 110px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 110px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eelL3qZPEKU/SiLh5xX1xZI/AAAAAAAAABE/zWzwcJUZqtE/s200/You+Can+Do+It!.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;When I was shopping yesterday, I found the coolest book! It's called, YOU CAN DO IT! by Lauren Catuzzi Grandcolas. What I also love about the book is it was only $3.99 because I bought it at Ross. You've gotta love that store!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;The inside cover of the book says this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;"When was the last time you dared to dream, learned something new, or did something just for you? What is on your want-to-do-list? Things you thought you'd do when you grew up or got settled, things you feel envious of other people for doing, or things you resolve to do , learn, or try every New Year's? Whether it's running a marathon, learning to sew, trekking in Nepal, or singing on stage, every now and then you look up from your bills and laundry and think, "One of these days..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I've flipped through the book and it looks inspiring and fun! There are several things listed that I can mark off (building a web site, be your own boss, decorate a room...), several things that I want to do (run a marathon, trace my roots, learn a foreign language, go back to school to get my master's...) several things I never thought about doing (paint a picture, be a renaissance gal, learn to knit), and there are a few things that I probably wouldn't do (fly an airplane, skydive, and walk on fire)! But, all of these things have got me thinking and dreaming! I've always wanted to be a well-rounded person, but I never seem to find the time to learn all the things I want to. This book is just what I need to get me started in following my dreams. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;The author's purpose was to boost women's self-esteem by helping them achieve their goals, realize their dreams, and embrace life's joys and challenges to the fullest!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I always tell my girls that they can do anything they set their minds to, and that they "can do all things through Christ who gives them strength!" Phil. 4:13 Lots of times, as moms, we try and give our kids great advice and encouragement, when at the same time we should be taking our own advice to heart! When our kids see us learning and doing new things, it will make them want to do the same thing! I encourage everyone who reads this blog to buy this book, or at least write your goals and dreams down in a journal and follow through with them. "Because wherever you are is the perfect place to begin!" Until next time...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;**By the way, I learned how to find a picture (of the book) and copy it to my blog.  The info was on page 127, where it talks about creating your own website!  Yes, I should have known how to do that, but all this web stuff is new to me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6871818900138709767-2720567458163454358?l=amandafrerich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandafrerich.blogspot.com/feeds/2720567458163454358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amandafrerich.blogspot.com/2009/05/dare-to-dream.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6871818900138709767/posts/default/2720567458163454358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6871818900138709767/posts/default/2720567458163454358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandafrerich.blogspot.com/2009/05/dare-to-dream.html' title='Dare To Dream'/><author><name>Amanda Frerich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08471990874684962247</uri><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/_eelL3qZPEKU/SiLh5xX1xZI/AAAAAAAAABE/zWzwcJUZqtE/s72-c/You+Can+Do+It!.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6871818900138709767.post-2671362288070142177</id><published>2009-05-30T06:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T07:17:26.675-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ranch life'/><title type='text'>Rounding-Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;My girls had a softball game last night, and we didn't get to bed until midnight.  Usually, if my girls go to sleep at midnight, they sleep a little bit later the next morning.  Well, today was an exception.  Their dad woke them up as the sun was coming up.  They jumped out of bed and put their clothes on in a flash.  There was no need to coax them to get their clothes on or to brush their hair.  They did all of this in a matter of minutes and rushed out the door.  What was the motivating factor?  They get to help a local rancher round-up today.  It's one of their favorite past-times.  They get to go because they actually &lt;em&gt;help&lt;/em&gt; the men!  They've been doing this for several years and they are only 9, 11, and 12 years old!  They'll probably come home with a slight sunburn, a few minor scratches, and great memories.  Any chance they get to do things like this with their dad, they jump at the chance.  Mark is an exceptional dad to our 3 girls.  He's gentle yet firm; fun-loving yet strict... He balances his roles as a father very well, and I'm grateful for that.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Yesterday, when Mark told them they were going to round-up today, I said, "Oh great!  What time are we leaving?"  They just looked at me, laughed, and said, "Yeah, right!"  They know their mom better than that!  Yes, I have come a long way after living on a ranch for 12 years, but I haven't come that far!  My horse's name is Wheeler, better known as the 4-Wheeler!  I feel it's a much safer mode of transportation.  Needless to say, they didn't get their horse riding skills from their mamma!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Over the years, I have eased into ranch and rural living.  Let me explain... I no longer start convulsing when I see a millipede crawling across the road (I hate worms!)... I no longer run from a docile cow who's eating grass in a pasture... My heart no longer pounds out of my chest when I ride a horse...Spiders and scorpions are almost considered housepets...I allowed Mana and Kater-Bug to have a hamster...We have a little dog who comes inside our house and sometimes sleeps in our bed (as long as he's not on my side, I hate ticks and fleas)... I know how to drive a tractor...I know how to pull a trailer...I know how to saddle a horse.  Of course, the list could go on and on, but I don't have all day! ha!  Living out here has been a great experience for all of us.  It's something I don't take for granted.  Well, I guess that's all for now.  I've got to fix a windmill, mend a fence, and break a few horses before the cowpokes get home! ha!  Actually, I'm going shopping.  It's my favorite past-time!  Ssshhh!  Don't let the others know!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6871818900138709767-2671362288070142177?l=amandafrerich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandafrerich.blogspot.com/feeds/2671362288070142177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amandafrerich.blogspot.com/2009/05/rounding-up.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6871818900138709767/posts/default/2671362288070142177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6871818900138709767/posts/default/2671362288070142177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandafrerich.blogspot.com/2009/05/rounding-up.html' title='Rounding-Up'/><author><name>Amanda Frerich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08471990874684962247</uri><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-6871818900138709767.post-927363275234786309</id><published>2009-05-29T05:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T07:47:59.812-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ranch House Organization</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;June 1st will mark our 12 year anniversary of living at the ranch. We live in a older home that was built in 1940. Needless to say, there's not a lot of closet space or storage. As you can imagine, we've accumulated lots of stuff over the years. Throughout the years, I have painted, decorated, organized, and re-organized our humble abode. I've bought books such as, &lt;strong&gt;Organizing From the Inside Out, and The Complete Idiot's Guide to Organizing Your Life&lt;/strong&gt; (I wasn't very fond of the title, but I thought if they could get an idiot to organize their home, maybe there was hope for me)! After years of organizing and re-organizing, organizing and re-organizing... I finally have come to the conclusion that we have way toooo much junk! Why put things in organized baskets, if you're never going to use those things? So, on Wednesday, I tackled Kater-Bug and Libby's room head-on! I knew it was going to get worse before it got better, and I was right! At one point, it looked like a bomb had gone off in their room. Every now and then frustration would try to creep up, but I kept thinking of the end result, a nice, clean, decluttered room! After 16 hours, 7 "big" trash bags, 4 stuffed animal bags, and 3 savers later, their room is decluttered!! It is so cleaned out, it echoes!! One of my girls even said, "Hey mom, it echoes in here." I love their clean room...clean room...clean room!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Have you ever noticed that when you put all your energy into one room of the house, (for several hours in a row) the other parts of the house start looking pretty bad. Well, I had a little remedy to that problem. My girls pitched in and helped me. Reluctantly, they folded and put away the loads of laundry I was washing. I told them this was going to be their permanent job if they kept putting clean clothes in the dirty clothes hamper! After hours of folding clothes, I think it might have made an impression! Kater-Bug also cleaned the kitchen. Wow! She knows how to detail a place. As I was walking through the kitchen, I thought it was funny when Libby wanted some food and Kater-Bug said, "Don't use a real plate, here's a paper plate. If you use a real one, you're going to have to wash it yourself!" Aaahhh...welcome to a mom's world. I'm hoping they had a "light-bulb" moment! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Why are we spending the first 2 weeks of summer vacation cleaning out and organizing? We are doing this so all 3 of the girls can have a room of their own. After 69 years, the huge room upstairs is finally going to be finished! Since Mana is the oldest, she gets the priviledge of living upstairs. Since her birthday is this summer, the room re-do is her 13th birthday present. Everyone is excited about it! Aaahhh...more space! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;At the end of the summer, we will finally be able to lay Carmela to rest. I have 2 little words for Carmela, "Good riddance!" Who's Carmela? She's our 4th daughter, who came into our lives about 5 years ago. Her alias is "Sneaky Messy Chic!" She likes to go into rooms and make messes when no one is looking. I may ask, "Hey, who left the milk out?" And 3 voices will echoe, "I didn't...I didn't...I didn't..." I may ask, "Alright, who left all the toys out?" And I may get three responses like, "It wasn't me...I wasn't even playing in there...or I didn't do it!" Carmela strikes again! Over the years none of our children seemed to be responsible for the messes that were sometimes made. So, if it wasn't them, then who was it? We finally came to the conclusion that we must have a 4th daughter whose goal was to go to a room, make a mess, and then leave before anyone could see her. This girl was good at her job. At the end of the summer, when everyone has her own space, Carmela will be gone for good. Then, we'll be able to tell which girl had a little more Carmela in her than the others. F.Y.I. Carmela is a family joke and we all blame her for things from time to time! Well, I guess I have to go, another disorganized room is calling!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6871818900138709767-927363275234786309?l=amandafrerich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandafrerich.blogspot.com/feeds/927363275234786309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amandafrerich.blogspot.com/2009/05/june-1st-will-mark-our-12-year.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6871818900138709767/posts/default/927363275234786309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6871818900138709767/posts/default/927363275234786309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandafrerich.blogspot.com/2009/05/june-1st-will-mark-our-12-year.html' title='Ranch House Organization'/><author><name>Amanda Frerich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08471990874684962247</uri><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-6871818900138709767.post-7532195247157622696</id><published>2009-05-26T20:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T21:36:45.473-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Near Deer Experience</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I just drove home from my mom's house, and to get home I have to drive 17 miles down "Crazy Deer Road."  I can't remember how many times I had to brake for deer tonight!  One time I had to come to a complete stop because the crazy deer wouldn't move!  It just gave me that "deer in the headlight" look.   Oh well, I guess all the deer on our ranch road keep me driving the speed limit (at night, anyway)!  Seeing all the deer tonight, reminded me of a near "deer" experience I had a few months ago (pardon the pun)!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;It was a crisp fall morning, perfect weather for a jog, at the ranch.  Being the cautious and sometimes fearful person that I am, I grabbed my cell phone and hollered for Popeye (our killer Chiahuahau) to accompany me on my morning run.  After saying a quick prayer, I was on my way.  "&lt;em&gt;What are you afraid of&lt;/em&gt;?" You may ask.  Well, there are a number of things that go through my mind as my Adidas are kicking up dust, and many of those things I'm not too fond of.  Rustic ranchland, 5 miles from the Rio Grande, poses many threats, such as rattlesnakes, mountain lions, coyotes, bobcats, skunks, an occasional mad bull, "illegals", and black bears (yes, one was spotted a few months ago)!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;As I was jogging, and deep in thought, my senses went on alert when I heard something rustling in the bushes.  Before I had time to wonder if it was a mountain lion, drug smuggler, or raging bull, a huge axis buck ran out in front of me!   Being of the skiddish sort, I jumped to the right and it ran past me a few feet to my left (at full speed)!  I thought my heart was going to pound out of my chest.  If it would have ran into me, it could have done some serious damage!  Now I have  one more thing to add to my list of possible dangers when I go for a jog, and I never thought it would be a deer!  The next time I see a huge axis buck, that up-close-and-personal, I hope it's mounted above my fireplace!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Although the mental picture of this incident is kind of comical, it's an evident display of God being my Almighty Protector!  A few feet to the right, and I could have head-butted a deer with a huge rack!  I've got to give all the credit to God for keeping me safe.  When I was young, my mom was adimant that I learn Psalm 91.   It's a prayer of protection.  I say this scripture when I'm feeling like I need extra protection and it always gives me a sense of peace: "He who dwells in the secret place of the Most High, shall abide under the shadow of the Almighty.  I will say of the Lord, He is my refuge and my fortress, my God in whom I trust..."  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6871818900138709767-7532195247157622696?l=amandafrerich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandafrerich.blogspot.com/feeds/7532195247157622696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amandafrerich.blogspot.com/2009/05/near-deer-experience.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6871818900138709767/posts/default/7532195247157622696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6871818900138709767/posts/default/7532195247157622696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandafrerich.blogspot.com/2009/05/near-deer-experience.html' title='Near Deer Experience'/><author><name>Amanda Frerich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08471990874684962247</uri><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-6871818900138709767.post-1433926159511474100</id><published>2009-05-25T16:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T17:08:10.187-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Livin' In The Good Old Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt; I'm extremely blessed to have been brought up in a loving, Christian home and to have my own wonderful family now.  I try not to take these things for granted and I thank God, often, about the life He's given me.  I don't want to be the type of person who always looks back to how great it used to be or the type of person who can't wait to get to the next stage in life.  I like living in the here and now and enjoying each chapter of my life.  I loved it when my girls were babies and toddlers, but I don't sulk over them growing up because each stage has been filled with good times.  I know that through each stage our relationships will change and grow and that's exciting to me.  As my young family ages, I know we'll reminisce about the good old days, from time to time, but my goal for each of us is for each day to be a good old day!  "This is the day the Lord has made; let us rejoice and be glad in it!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6871818900138709767-1433926159511474100?l=amandafrerich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandafrerich.blogspot.com/feeds/1433926159511474100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amandafrerich.blogspot.com/2009/05/livin-in-good-old-days.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6871818900138709767/posts/default/1433926159511474100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6871818900138709767/posts/default/1433926159511474100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandafrerich.blogspot.com/2009/05/livin-in-good-old-days.html' title='Livin&apos; In The Good Old Days'/><author><name>Amanda Frerich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08471990874684962247</uri><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></feed>
