<?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-4601726353127564917</id><updated>2012-01-31T17:44:30.448-08:00</updated><category term='2009'/><category term='Okanogan'/><category term='Sandi'/><category term='Good Samaritan'/><category term='Steve'/><category term='snow quietness stillness peace'/><category term='mountain'/><category term='Tulip fields'/><category term='Deception Pass'/><category term='care'/><category term='Math'/><category term='Dave'/><category term='Stars'/><category term='Larry'/><category term='Campers'/><category term='secret prayer sister'/><category term='Herb'/><category term='Present'/><category term='Cafe'/><category term='cleaving'/><category term='SPGs'/><category term='Frozen Mocha Dessert'/><category term='bird'/><category term='spider'/><category term='Julia Childs'/><category term='Joey'/><category term='recipes'/><category term='Ceremony'/><category term='Mary'/><category term='weather'/><category term='Island'/><category term='peace'/><category term='waves'/><category term='fog'/><category term='Wedding'/><category term='Niece'/><category term='God'/><category term='Christmas'/><category term='Marley and Me'/><category term='faith'/><category term='heart'/><category term='swelling'/><category term='playing'/><category term='4th of July'/><category term='Blue Jay'/><category term='Life'/><category term='geneology'/><category term='Meal'/><category term='Honour'/><category term='Shots'/><category term='anniversary'/><category term='Highway 20'/><category term='Bridal Shower'/><category term='Superfood'/><category term='webs'/><category term='surprise'/><category term='love'/><category term='mate'/><category term='God&apos;s Grace'/><category term='tandum jump'/><category term='designer'/><category term='Party'/><category term='mugs'/><category term='yellow rose'/><category term='short'/><category term='loyalty'/><category term='Cougar Bear'/><category term='Chevy'/><category term='committment'/><category term='ground'/><category term='Marine Corps'/><category term='Northern Flicker'/><category term='birdhouse'/><category term='Cinnamon rolls'/><category term='Love language'/><category term='leprosy'/><category term='Snow days'/><category term='lazy'/><category term='gifts'/><category term='Moon'/><category term='water'/><category term='Resources'/><category term='Awards'/><category term='presents'/><category term='ancestry'/><category term='speeding'/><category term='Obama'/><category term='Horses'/><category term='DVD'/><category term='october'/><category term='wind'/><category term='update'/><category term='Flight'/><category term='Shannon'/><category term='plant'/><category term='geese'/><category term='Messiah'/><category term='New Home'/><category term='meals'/><category term='Funeral Service'/><category term='birthday gift'/><category term='Derbe'/><category term='Hummers'/><category term='Gospel'/><category term='wife'/><category term='log splitter'/><category term='wood'/><category term='giveaway'/><category term='eating'/><category term='slideshow'/><category term='beauty snowman'/><category term='coffee'/><category term='hot'/><category term='Ship Candy Bouquet Photo'/><category term='Waldron Majors'/><category term='Mother&apos;s Day'/><category term='searches'/><category term='snowflakes'/><category term='Levi'/><category term='Sunset'/><category term='Store'/><category term='Jupiter'/><category term='SPS'/><category term='ferry'/><category term='nest'/><category term='Vows'/><category term='Skit'/><category term='Storefront Windows Bears Mugs Bouquets'/><category term='Wild Bird'/><category term='Mt. 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Tulips'/><category term='boy'/><category term='Claim Jumpers'/><category term='trees'/><category term='Planets'/><category term='Carolyn'/><category term='Spring'/><category term='Teri'/><category term='football'/><category term='Victorious Women'/><category term='friends'/><category term='Song'/><category term='Marriage Relationship Work'/><category term='Venus'/><category term='Lamb'/><category term='Closing'/><category term='Poulsbo'/><category term='birthday'/><category term='execise'/><category term='Neighborhood Cat'/><category term='Pressure cooker'/><category term='Sweetheart Banquet'/><category term='Snowman'/><category term='Zawkane&apos;s'/><category term='dog'/><category term='book'/><category term='Liberty Bell'/><category term='SPG&apos;s'/><category term='bouquets'/><category term='SIOH'/><category term='Shakeology'/><category term='level treat'/><category term='Colt'/><category term='history'/><category term='devotion'/><category term='Pray'/><category term='Socks'/><category term='Fall'/><category term='Death'/><category term='snow'/><category term='PTL'/><title type='text'>Just Passing Thru</title><subtitle type='html'>"..For what is your life?  It is even a vapour, that appeareth for a little time, and then vanisheth away." James 4:14 KJV</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaughns64.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601726353127564917/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaughns64.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601726353127564917/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Engrafted Lives</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09241959440255434095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/Se-sXC7pThI/AAAAAAAAA8s/unT6vouViD0/S220/We+see+you.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>107</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4601726353127564917.post-3993515796572259997</id><published>2012-01-30T20:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-30T21:32:53.699-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Groomers Levi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby Shower'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funeral Service'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memorial Services'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Snow days'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>January 2012 Overview</title><content type='html'>January has been quite a busy and full month.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides the fact, that January is the busiest month of the year for me at work, I got to add to the mix: two memorial services, a funeral service, two snow days, a youth activity and a baby shower as well.  And boy, am I glad this month is coming to a close. It has been exhausting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't misunderstand me, I am not wallowing in self pity, but instead I am praising God for his hand of goodness, his love for his people and how he continually puts all things together in his timing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessing 1:&lt;br /&gt;I am tired, but I would rather be tired working for God than to be tired from doing nothing.  It is such an honour and joy to be able to be a vessel used unto the Lord and honestly, I can't see it any other way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessing 2:&lt;br /&gt;I know many have prayed for me over the month as I muddled through hours of paperwork.  Even though there was &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;so much more&lt;/span&gt; going on, God was able to get me through it all, and I know it is because he heard the prayers of these dear ladies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessing 3:&lt;br /&gt;Every Saturday this month was filled with either a memorial service, funeral service or baby shower and if there is one phrase that could sum up all the help I received from my sister's in Christ, it is: "a servant's heart". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessing 4:&lt;br /&gt;As our church went through this deep valley, the bond of peace and comfort was given to us as we pulled together to serve the families who had lost their loved ones.  Everyone of these ladies just blessed my soul over and over again, as they gave of their time and talents so endlessly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessing 5:&lt;br /&gt;In the midst of it all, came a winter storm that drenched the area with 6-8 inches of snow; which originally had been forecast to be the worse storm since the mid 80's (thankfully, history didn't repeat itself).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-c95d8Ob2Urk/Tydu6_z_XjI/AAAAAAAACCU/-JvoltJ9opc/s1600/DSC02335.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-c95d8Ob2Urk/Tydu6_z_XjI/AAAAAAAACCU/-JvoltJ9opc/s320/DSC02335.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703649412928986674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two days we spent indoors as a combination of snow, hail, sleet, wind and cold temperatures fell upon us.  On day two, Steve made a fire in the wood stove to keep me warm, but one little fellow beat me to the heat.  The little stinker!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4_lkk-ti52c/TydvpGhsgQI/AAAAAAAACCg/5C8Mpi8xB9o/s1600/DSC02339.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4_lkk-ti52c/TydvpGhsgQI/AAAAAAAACCg/5C8Mpi8xB9o/s320/DSC02339.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703650205005283586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention that Levi not only defines cuteness, but he is smart too?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessing 6:&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday, Steve and I were excited to host the Teen youth group after church.  These young people are so full of life and are so fun to be around.  We sang, gave testimonies, played games, and had some refreshments.  Let me just say that an hour and a half goes by - &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;way to fast!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jKFbvdZtA2M/Tyd5cSDZQHI/AAAAAAAACCs/i-eElIi3ZWA/s1600/DSC02354.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jKFbvdZtA2M/Tyd5cSDZQHI/AAAAAAAACCs/i-eElIi3ZWA/s320/DSC02354.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703660979877396594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessing 7:&lt;br /&gt;Finally, the last Saturday of the month rolled around and it was an exciting day as Tess and I had the privilege of hosting a baby shower for one of the ladies at our church, who of course, is having her first baby.  The shower was well attended and the  mother-to-be received many nice things for her baby girl.  Only a few more weeks to go and she'll have that precious baby in her arms. Praise the Lord!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it's time to put January behind and to look ahead to what February will bring. Amen!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4601726353127564917-3993515796572259997?l=vaughns64.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaughns64.blogspot.com/feeds/3993515796572259997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4601726353127564917&amp;postID=3993515796572259997&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601726353127564917/posts/default/3993515796572259997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601726353127564917/posts/default/3993515796572259997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaughns64.blogspot.com/2012/01/january-2012-overview.html' title='January 2012 Overview'/><author><name>Engrafted Lives</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09241959440255434095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/Se-sXC7pThI/AAAAAAAAA8s/unT6vouViD0/S220/We+see+you.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-c95d8Ob2Urk/Tydu6_z_XjI/AAAAAAAACCU/-JvoltJ9opc/s72-c/DSC02335.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4601726353127564917.post-473502818989124470</id><published>2012-01-28T16:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-28T17:59:09.431-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Julia Childs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='level treat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recipes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cinnamon rolls'/><title type='text'>Cinnabon? Uh-uh</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1CWoTjjt_eU/TySVi8VNjtI/AAAAAAAACB8/Ym1wo8dt-hE/s1600/DSC02365.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1CWoTjjt_eU/TySVi8VNjtI/AAAAAAAACB8/Ym1wo8dt-hE/s320/DSC02365.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702847455701077714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a Thursday afternoon when I asked the school principal,"Hey, what kind of level treat should I bring tomorrow for the kids?"  Teasing he said, "we want rolls from Cinnabon."  Well, that is a pretty tall order since the nearest Cinnabon store is about an hour away, whether one travels North or South.  But being the kind of person that I am, my mind began to race. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First I thought...how can I get to a Cinnabon store, purchase the rolls and get to work on time? Then I thought,... maybe I could find a place in town and buy them there.  Neither one of these scenario's where ideal. So, that left me with my last thought...make them? Make them? Nah.  I've never made homemade cinnamon rolls before and to try out a new recipe on innocent people is shameful. With that last thought I dismissed the idea entirely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After work, I realized I still needed an idea for a level treat. So I headed home to check out my recipes to see what I could make that would feed 18 kids and 4 adults.  I ran across my "Chocolate in a Box" recipe and decided that would have to do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was in the process of making the dessert, I happened to be online when Alyssa posted an entry on her blog. So, I went to check it out.  Lo and behold, what did she post, but pictures of beautiful mini cinnamon rolls that she had just made.  What?! &lt;*waaaaaah* a sign had been given!&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said, that's it....I CAN DO THIS! So, I went to this site that she recommend and I found a cinnamon roll recipe.  I checked to see if I had all the ingredients; which I did.  Now all I needed was God's help and some confidence that this could happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well as you can see from the picture above, it did happen and the rolls were a success!  My husband was amazed, I was amazed and the school principal even quipped that Cinnabon has nothing on our BBC Secretary.  Now that made me happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll end with this quote by Julia Child; which really inspired me to step out of my comfort zone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If you're not ready to fail, you're not going to learn how to cook."  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So maybe, just maybe I'll try again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4601726353127564917-473502818989124470?l=vaughns64.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaughns64.blogspot.com/feeds/473502818989124470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4601726353127564917&amp;postID=473502818989124470&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601726353127564917/posts/default/473502818989124470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601726353127564917/posts/default/473502818989124470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaughns64.blogspot.com/2012/01/cinnabon-uh-uh.html' title='Cinnabon? 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Levi has only been to see a Vet 2 times in his life of 9 years.  His mom-ma made an appointment for him and this past Friday his pop-pa took him in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Steve brought Levi into the examination room the Vet exclaimed, "this can't be the 9 year old Levi I am suppose to see".  She looked him over from head to toe and could not believe how well he looked and how "muscular" he was for being 9.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only did Levi show her what great condition he was in, but he took his two shots like the "Big-Dog" that he is.  He didn't whine, bark or growl either time  The Vet told Steve that not many dogs respond that way when they get their shots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing we have to do now is get his teeth cleaned; which we knew would need to be done.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall the appointment went well. Levi left quiet an impression on the Vet, and made his pop-pa and mom-ma proud to be his human parents.  I just love this little guy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4601726353127564917-2957525115109723249?l=vaughns64.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaughns64.blogspot.com/feeds/2957525115109723249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4601726353127564917&amp;postID=2957525115109723249&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601726353127564917/posts/default/2957525115109723249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601726353127564917/posts/default/2957525115109723249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaughns64.blogspot.com/2012/01/levis-wellness-checkup.html' title='Levi&apos;s Wellness CheckUp'/><author><name>Engrafted Lives</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09241959440255434095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/Se-sXC7pThI/AAAAAAAAA8s/unT6vouViD0/S220/We+see+you.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4601726353127564917.post-4537846314149576143</id><published>2012-01-06T20:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-06T21:00:05.404-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shakeology'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shake'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Superfood'/><title type='text'>The Best Meal of the Day</title><content type='html'>Last month I ran across a product that I found interesting.  Interesting enough to purchase, use and promote: it is called Shakeology.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you know anything about me at all, you know that I am not the kind of person who tries everything that hits the market, I don't believe everything a product says it does and I am not a pill popping kind of gal.  But let me tell you this product is on the mark.  I have tried both the "Greenberry" and the "Chocolate" flavors and both of them are very good. Not only are the shakes tasty, but they have many, many benefits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are interested in knowing more about this product feel free to head over to my website (just click on the title above).  You might think it is kind of expensive, but if you can spend $4 on a cup of coffee or some other type of food and drink a day, then you can spend it on Shakeology.  The benefits of this superfood shake is worth every penny, and just in case your not impressed with the taste or the results, you can also get your money back.  Shakeology offers a 30-day money back guarantee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4601726353127564917-4537846314149576143?l=vaughns64.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://myshakeology.com/sherrivaughn' title='The Best Meal of the Day'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaughns64.blogspot.com/feeds/4537846314149576143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4601726353127564917&amp;postID=4537846314149576143&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601726353127564917/posts/default/4537846314149576143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601726353127564917/posts/default/4537846314149576143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaughns64.blogspot.com/2012/01/best-meal-of-day.html' title='The Best Meal of the Day'/><author><name>Engrafted Lives</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09241959440255434095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/Se-sXC7pThI/AAAAAAAAA8s/unT6vouViD0/S220/We+see+you.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4601726353127564917.post-2351614255873289782</id><published>2011-12-29T20:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-29T20:40:05.314-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Claim Jumpers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Messiah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SPGs'/><title type='text'>The Messiah at Benaroyal Hall Seattle</title><content type='html'>In December, Steve and I were invited to go along with the SPGs (Singles Pleasing God) to see the MESSIAH in Seattle. This has become a tradition for the SPGs, but for Steve and I it was our first adventure to see the Messiah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hd7i40a6ync/Tv0_HpMxH3I/AAAAAAAACBk/ZapaPLb1s2A/s1600/Steve%252CSherri%252CCarolyn%2B%2526%2BAlyssa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 190px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hd7i40a6ync/Tv0_HpMxH3I/AAAAAAAACBk/ZapaPLb1s2A/s200/Steve%252CSherri%252CCarolyn%2B%2526%2BAlyssa.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691774904617213810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, before we got to Seattle we stopped at Claim Jumpers for a bite to eat. Can we say FULL?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DcVM0LN7ok4/Tv0-0FkyI9I/AAAAAAAACBY/V_wNSGuf9nw/s1600/DSC02280.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DcVM0LN7ok4/Tv0-0FkyI9I/AAAAAAAACBY/V_wNSGuf9nw/s200/DSC02280.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691774568636752850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After our bellies were full we headed down to Seattle for a great evening.  The hall was beautiful and the orchestra and singers did a marvelous job.  It was awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SQDUBoKYhsM/Tv0-l81eKWI/AAAAAAAACBM/yRi3lt_huvM/s1600/DSC02281.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SQDUBoKYhsM/Tv0-l81eKWI/AAAAAAAACBM/yRi3lt_huvM/s200/DSC02281.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691774325772659042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4601726353127564917-2351614255873289782?l=vaughns64.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaughns64.blogspot.com/feeds/2351614255873289782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4601726353127564917&amp;postID=2351614255873289782&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601726353127564917/posts/default/2351614255873289782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601726353127564917/posts/default/2351614255873289782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaughns64.blogspot.com/2011/12/messiah-at-benaroyal-hall-seattle.html' title='The Messiah at Benaroyal Hall Seattle'/><author><name>Engrafted Lives</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09241959440255434095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/Se-sXC7pThI/AAAAAAAAA8s/unT6vouViD0/S220/We+see+you.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hd7i40a6ync/Tv0_HpMxH3I/AAAAAAAACBk/ZapaPLb1s2A/s72-c/Steve%252CSherri%252CCarolyn%2B%2526%2BAlyssa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4601726353127564917.post-1020993263540059714</id><published>2011-12-29T19:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-24T21:32:27.390-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anniversary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Death'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Where Have I Been - "Snippets"</title><content type='html'>Snippet #1: So many things have happened since I last blogged. Back in June 2010 my dad found out he had Stage 4 lung cancer.  But on November 13, 2010, just 10 days after his 75th birthday, he passed out of this world. Since then my life seems different.  It is like I've been looking through another set of eyes.  Things that seemed important at one time, are not as important now.  Experiencing the death of a loved one is very difficult, but I thank the Lord for being faithful and true and for all the support I received from my family and friends.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snippet #2: February 26, 2011 Steve and I celebrated our 28th Wedding Anniversary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snippet #3: In March of 2011 Steve and I went back to see my mom and helped her clean out my dad's garage - we had a "Manly-Man" garage sale.  Steve just about sold everything within 3 days.  It was hard seeing my dad's "stuff" (others may view it as "junk")go for pennies, but in the end mom had a garage that was clean and could actually house her vehicles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snippet #4: In August, Steve celebrated his 47th birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JxYWGccI1ZA/Tx-THskREcI/AAAAAAAACBw/aqIQM8nsYW8/s1600/DSC02231.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JxYWGccI1ZA/Tx-THskREcI/AAAAAAAACBw/aqIQM8nsYW8/s200/DSC02231.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701437413705978306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The grill was a present from me and the apron was from Mrs. Sargent.  Steve has become quite the griller!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snippet #5: Shortly thereafter, my sister and I traveled back to see mom in September and to celebrate her 78th birthday.  Mom is looking well, but she is very lonely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snippet #6: November is always a great month because we love to be around family and friends.  Since all of our family is out of state, we got to spend time with friends.  Thanksgiving Day was spent with the Hower's and what a meal Tess put on.  She is a super great Southern cooker!  There was a whole slew full of people there, which made the day even more fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snippet #7: This month I just celebrated my 47th birthday and can't believe I am just 3 years away from 50.  Now that's crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would have posted sooner, but it has taken me about a month to figure out how to get back into my account.  I have other things I want to post, but that will have to come a little later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4601726353127564917-1020993263540059714?l=vaughns64.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaughns64.blogspot.com/feeds/1020993263540059714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4601726353127564917&amp;postID=1020993263540059714&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601726353127564917/posts/default/1020993263540059714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601726353127564917/posts/default/1020993263540059714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaughns64.blogspot.com/2011/12/where-have-i-been-snippets.html' title='Where Have I Been - &quot;Snippets&quot;'/><author><name>Engrafted Lives</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09241959440255434095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/Se-sXC7pThI/AAAAAAAAA8s/unT6vouViD0/S220/We+see+you.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JxYWGccI1ZA/Tx-THskREcI/AAAAAAAACBw/aqIQM8nsYW8/s72-c/DSC02231.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4601726353127564917.post-5172972431477007307</id><published>2010-09-28T20:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-28T21:05:17.751-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eggs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Levi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nest'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birdhouse'/><title type='text'>Just Curious....</title><content type='html'>A year back Steve took down this bird house because an animal had tried to claw its way into the nest. I had forgotten about the bird house until last week when it caught my eye.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to pick it up and to my surprise I could see two small eggs inside.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/TKK0Zz2Z20I/AAAAAAAACAQ/TEwVvF_G96c/s1600/DSC01788.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/TKK0Zz2Z20I/AAAAAAAACAQ/TEwVvF_G96c/s320/DSC01788.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522174448617773890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day, I went out and picked up the bird house and brought it to the upper deck.  It didn't take me long to get the latch undone.  The trickier part was to get the door open without crushing the eggs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After taking some time Steve and I were able to get the eggs out; to our surprise they were in really good shape. We do a lot of backyard bird watching, but we have no idea about their eggs.  Nevertheless, it was fun to dig out the nest and eggs and take a peek at their handiwork.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/TKK0aQtyKEI/AAAAAAAACAY/4yuQu76mnYc/s1600/DSC01794.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/TKK0aQtyKEI/AAAAAAAACAY/4yuQu76mnYc/s320/DSC01794.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522174456366245954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it amazing how these little creatures build their nest? This was a fairly large nest and quite compact.  Every twig, feather, piece of plastic, and dried grass was knitted together perfectly.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as you can see Levi was there to check everything out too!  The birdhouse has been cleaned and we hope to get the opening plated and the house hung up by springtime.  Just in time for another family to move in.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4601726353127564917-5172972431477007307?l=vaughns64.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaughns64.blogspot.com/feeds/5172972431477007307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4601726353127564917&amp;postID=5172972431477007307&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601726353127564917/posts/default/5172972431477007307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601726353127564917/posts/default/5172972431477007307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaughns64.blogspot.com/2010/09/just-curious.html' title='Just Curious....'/><author><name>Engrafted Lives</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09241959440255434095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/Se-sXC7pThI/AAAAAAAAA8s/unT6vouViD0/S220/We+see+you.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/TKK0Zz2Z20I/AAAAAAAACAQ/TEwVvF_G96c/s72-c/DSC01788.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4601726353127564917.post-3963369201686858216</id><published>2010-09-28T19:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-29T19:30:26.487-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spider'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fall'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='webs'/><title type='text'>Spiders Everywhere: Indoor and Outdoor</title><content type='html'>Over the last five years I have come to notice a ritual that takes place in my family room every August. Almost every evening, without fail, I will see a very black, eight-legged spider move quickly across the family room floor.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always thought spiders came out in October due to the colder weather but that is not true,but a myth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to Google why spiders appear in late August/early summer and to my surprise Washington.edu had a blog about common myths.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truly it is a myth that spiders come into your house when the temperatures drop.  Most house spiders (indoor spiders) never go outside to live, while outdoor spider never come inside to live (and if they do, they will usually die). Isn't that reassuring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So could I conclude that the very same species that crosses my family room floor every year lives in my house somewhere? So you might ask, why then do I only see them appear in the month of August?  Well that is because they are wandering around looking for a mate.  I was told a few years back that it was the male spider running from the female because she kills them after the mating season.  As I see it, if they cross my path he's dead either way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4601726353127564917-3963369201686858216?l=vaughns64.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaughns64.blogspot.com/feeds/3963369201686858216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4601726353127564917&amp;postID=3963369201686858216&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601726353127564917/posts/default/3963369201686858216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601726353127564917/posts/default/3963369201686858216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaughns64.blogspot.com/2010/09/spiders-everywhere-indoor-and-outdoor.html' title='Spiders Everywhere: Indoor and Outdoor'/><author><name>Engrafted Lives</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09241959440255434095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/Se-sXC7pThI/AAAAAAAAA8s/unT6vouViD0/S220/We+see+you.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4601726353127564917.post-3774126717622611220</id><published>2010-09-14T19:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-14T19:55:18.889-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Socks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Neighborhood Cat'/><title type='text'>Meet The Neighborhood Cat ..... Socks</title><content type='html'>Meet Socks, truly the neighborhood cat.  This little gal showed up in our backyard over the summer.  It took us quite some time to figure out who she belonged to but in the meantime there were many of us (primarily my next door neighbor and myself who took to looking after her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, as I let Levi out to do his morning sniffing, we found Socks in the planter. This seems to be her choice of residency when she is left out all night long and needs a place to hunker down. I am not necessarily happy that she picked my planter, but what is the gal to do when her humans leave her out all night?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/TJAttIl5IOI/AAAAAAAAB_o/QZUdFExZ4Ss/s1600/DSC01773.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/TJAttIl5IOI/AAAAAAAAB_o/QZUdFExZ4Ss/s320/DSC01773.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516959796952637666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Immediately, Levi's sense of curiosity kicks in and he slowly approaches the cat. As many times as I have told Levi to leave her alone he always has to go and "check her out". And as we have found out,(as Levi has been swatted on the nose)she has some very sharp claws; so we tend to be very careful when we approach her. Don't we Levi?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/TJAtskLKwjI/AAAAAAAAB_g/sSiVuTGJZoc/s1600/DSC01775.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/TJAtskLKwjI/AAAAAAAAB_g/sSiVuTGJZoc/s320/DSC01775.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516959787176870450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning Levi caught her off guard and she was startled at first; but once she realized it was just Levi, and that he isn't much of a threat, she settled back down into her warm spot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/TJAtsBiTiGI/AAAAAAAAB_Y/pvk4-6Q8QOU/s1600/DSC01776.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/TJAtsBiTiGI/AAAAAAAAB_Y/pvk4-6Q8QOU/s320/DSC01776.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516959777878673506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Socks is a beautiful cat and although you can't see her feet, you can probably guess how she got her name; all four of her paws are white.  Occasionally, Steve slips up and calls her "Boots" and the neighbor renamed her "Jesse", since she seems to respond and like that name better, as the story is told.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Socks is pretty much welcomed around for the most part, but I do get a bit disturbed when she swats at my dog and tries to eat my birds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One morning I came around the corner just in time to see her catch a bird.  I grabbed Levi and tucked him under my arm and down the stairs we flew.  I screamed, "let go of that bird, you are not eating him on my watch".  All I could see was a spread of feathers coming out of her mouth.  I sicked Levi on her and she dropped that bird and ran.  Thankfully, the bird was still alive and Levi thought it was all a game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, Levi and I can not guard the birds 24/7 and we have found the remains of one or two since she's been around.  I can say on Socks behalf, that she is super quick and I suppose if you had to fend for yourself most of the time, you would have to learn to survive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I just wanted to share this story about our exceptionally friendly neighborhood cat...Socks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4601726353127564917-3774126717622611220?l=vaughns64.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaughns64.blogspot.com/feeds/3774126717622611220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4601726353127564917&amp;postID=3774126717622611220&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601726353127564917/posts/default/3774126717622611220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601726353127564917/posts/default/3774126717622611220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaughns64.blogspot.com/2010/09/meet-neighborhood-cat-socks.html' title='Meet The Neighborhood Cat ..... Socks'/><author><name>Engrafted Lives</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09241959440255434095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/Se-sXC7pThI/AAAAAAAAA8s/unT6vouViD0/S220/We+see+you.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/TJAttIl5IOI/AAAAAAAAB_o/QZUdFExZ4Ss/s72-c/DSC01773.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4601726353127564917.post-1031424438262980325</id><published>2010-09-13T19:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-13T19:40:29.727-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sunset'/><title type='text'>God's Canvas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/TI7fIQvnKhI/AAAAAAAAB-4/s_D4HHRfuw4/s1600/DSC01615.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/TI7fIQvnKhI/AAAAAAAAB-4/s_D4HHRfuw4/s200/DSC01615.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516591926602050066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Truly the sky is God's canvas. I never get bored with the beautiful sunrises, the colorful sunsets, the marine layers that infiltrate our evenings throughout the year, the double rainbows and the sound of the waves crashing onto shore.  God has given us such a beautiful place to live. Thank you Lord.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4601726353127564917-1031424438262980325?l=vaughns64.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaughns64.blogspot.com/feeds/1031424438262980325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4601726353127564917&amp;postID=1031424438262980325&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601726353127564917/posts/default/1031424438262980325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601726353127564917/posts/default/1031424438262980325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaughns64.blogspot.com/2010/09/gods-canvas.html' title='God&apos;s Canvas'/><author><name>Engrafted Lives</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09241959440255434095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/Se-sXC7pThI/AAAAAAAAA8s/unT6vouViD0/S220/We+see+you.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/TI7fIQvnKhI/AAAAAAAAB-4/s_D4HHRfuw4/s72-c/DSC01615.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4601726353127564917.post-8462242086115086489</id><published>2010-09-13T19:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-13T19:29:29.294-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Steve and his Dad</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/TI7cYLBNhOI/AAAAAAAAB-w/Uu9rF4LLE1o/s1600/DSC01625.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/TI7cYLBNhOI/AAAAAAAAB-w/Uu9rF4LLE1o/s320/DSC01625.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516588901408277730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I can't believe I let this picture slip by.  This picture of Steve and his Dad was snapped Memorial Day Weekend at church.  I don't get to see Steve in his uniform much anymore since he retired in 2003. It is only on special holidays throughout the year that he will shave his face and appear in uniform. Thank you honey and thank you dad for serving our God and our Country and its citizens  Love you guys!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4601726353127564917-8462242086115086489?l=vaughns64.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaughns64.blogspot.com/feeds/8462242086115086489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4601726353127564917&amp;postID=8462242086115086489&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601726353127564917/posts/default/8462242086115086489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601726353127564917/posts/default/8462242086115086489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaughns64.blogspot.com/2010/09/steve-and-his-dad.html' title='Steve and his Dad'/><author><name>Engrafted Lives</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09241959440255434095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/Se-sXC7pThI/AAAAAAAAA8s/unT6vouViD0/S220/We+see+you.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/TI7cYLBNhOI/AAAAAAAAB-w/Uu9rF4LLE1o/s72-c/DSC01625.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4601726353127564917.post-1810783334807684690</id><published>2010-09-13T19:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-13T19:17:10.772-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blue Jay'/><title type='text'>Backyard Visitor</title><content type='html'>The other afternoon Steve and I caught sight of a Stellar Blue Jay in our backyard.  He would take turns gathering seed on the back deck to flying over to the bird bath to get a drink. The last time we saw a blue jay in our yard was this time five years ago.  I hear they can be a mean bird, but he sure is pretty.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/TI7aGszW3_I/AAAAAAAAB-g/LRoPk-jNirI/s1600/DSC01768.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/TI7aGszW3_I/AAAAAAAAB-g/LRoPk-jNirI/s200/DSC01768.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516586402216075250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/TI7aGDZxo-I/AAAAAAAAB-Y/m07MVXH8jjM/s1600/DSC01765.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/TI7aGDZxo-I/AAAAAAAAB-Y/m07MVXH8jjM/s200/DSC01765.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516586391102923746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4601726353127564917-1810783334807684690?l=vaughns64.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaughns64.blogspot.com/feeds/1810783334807684690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4601726353127564917&amp;postID=1810783334807684690&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601726353127564917/posts/default/1810783334807684690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601726353127564917/posts/default/1810783334807684690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaughns64.blogspot.com/2010/09/backyard-visitor.html' title='Backyard Visitor'/><author><name>Engrafted Lives</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09241959440255434095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/Se-sXC7pThI/AAAAAAAAA8s/unT6vouViD0/S220/We+see+you.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/TI7aGszW3_I/AAAAAAAAB-g/LRoPk-jNirI/s72-c/DSC01768.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4601726353127564917.post-8201414868185810972</id><published>2010-09-04T11:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-04T12:41:33.756-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Flight'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='water'/><title type='text'>A Beautiful Day in the Neighborhood....</title><content type='html'>Well after one year of waiting, due to Steve's schedule or the weather, Steve was finally able to use his 45th Birthday present - A gift certificate from PilotJourney.com (see old blog post from August 2009).  After locating an airport that would accept Steve's Discovery Flight Certificate we scheduled his demo flight. Thank you Regal Air at Paine Field! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/TIKTE9XNF8I/AAAAAAAAB9w/hS7XZVU49mU/s1600/DSC01748.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/TIKTE9XNF8I/AAAAAAAAB9w/hS7XZVU49mU/s400/DSC01748.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513130607255558082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guy on the right is the pilot (the guy on the left fueled the plane). When I first saw Mike's picture I was very concerned about how old he was (which would indicate how much experience he has) since he looked so young. I had no bones about asking him how old he was either after I met him.  Thankfully, he is in his late twenties and has been a flight instructor over four years.  Okay, so that made me feel a little better and a lot older! Steve actually got to take off, but not land.  The plane was a Cesna 152, two-seater only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/TIKTFSMirNI/AAAAAAAAB94/3JQF6cPBil0/s1600/DSC01746.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/TIKTFSMirNI/AAAAAAAAB94/3JQF6cPBil0/s400/DSC01746.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513130612847979730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we were finished at the airport, Steve and I decided to take the ferry home since there was a major back up on I-5 due to an accident.  So on our way home we stopped at Ivar's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/TIKTFoahrGI/AAAAAAAAB-A/dEgBLjyW7ms/s1600/DSC01749.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/TIKTFoahrGI/AAAAAAAAB-A/dEgBLjyW7ms/s400/DSC01749.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513130618812214370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have never eaten there, but had heard their food was great! So we took a stab at it and Steve ordered clamp strips and chips with clam chowder on the side and I ordered salmon and chips.  Although the meals were fried, they were yummy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/TIKTGM13lvI/AAAAAAAAB-I/bExXyV8HNjI/s1600/DSC01756.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/TIKTGM13lvI/AAAAAAAAB-I/bExXyV8HNjI/s400/DSC01756.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513130628590573298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we were waiting on our food, I was able to take a picture of the sound.  The wind was blowing so the water was a bit choppy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/TIKTGvtmuII/AAAAAAAAB-Q/2-yH54G7juU/s1600/DSC01751.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/TIKTGvtmuII/AAAAAAAAB-Q/2-yH54G7juU/s400/DSC01751.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513130637951154306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, Steve, Levi and I had a great afternoon.  The ride was nice, the weather was perfect, the food was good and the time together unforgettable.  It really was nice just to get away for a few hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4601726353127564917-8201414868185810972?l=vaughns64.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaughns64.blogspot.com/feeds/8201414868185810972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4601726353127564917&amp;postID=8201414868185810972&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601726353127564917/posts/default/8201414868185810972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601726353127564917/posts/default/8201414868185810972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaughns64.blogspot.com/2010/09/beautiful-day-in-neighborhood.html' title='A Beautiful Day in the Neighborhood....'/><author><name>Engrafted Lives</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09241959440255434095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/Se-sXC7pThI/AAAAAAAAA8s/unT6vouViD0/S220/We+see+you.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/TIKTE9XNF8I/AAAAAAAAB9w/hS7XZVU49mU/s72-c/DSC01748.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4601726353127564917.post-1839087811438825743</id><published>2010-09-01T23:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-02T00:14:59.762-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Frozen Mocha Dessert'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Steve'/><title type='text'>Frozen Mocha Torte</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/TH9J_WB495I/AAAAAAAAB9o/FC-1MdGt0g4/s1600/08-31-2010(2)(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 310px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/TH9J_WB495I/AAAAAAAAB9o/FC-1MdGt0g4/s400/08-31-2010(2)(2).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512205821518870418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past Sunday, our church held a Men's Dessert Contest after the evening service.  There were nineteen fantastic looking entries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband signed up and after looking through every cookbook we owned, he decided on the Frozen Mocha Torte.  There was one main rule to the contest and simply stated: The "man" could not get any assistance from a/the "woman"; therefore, this creation was all up to Steve and his ability to follow the recipe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steve was in the kitchen for two hours working his magic and occasionally, to my delight, he would seek me out and let me taste his concoction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets pause here for a moment and picture with me a mama who is proud of her child for accomplishing a special project?  Oh how she would beam!  Well, I must say that was me, the wife beaming over her husband's triumph. When Steve removed the spring-form pan from around his torte, I couldn't have been prouder.  It all stayed in place!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later that evening, after the competition, we got to partake.  Not only did Steve's torte look great, but it also tasted a-m-a-z-i-n-g-l-y yummy! I am sad to say that his dessert did not take 1st, 2nd or 3rd place; but in my book, he gets the trophy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great job honey!  Looks like you will be making more desserts in your future :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4601726353127564917-1839087811438825743?l=vaughns64.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaughns64.blogspot.com/feeds/1839087811438825743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4601726353127564917&amp;postID=1839087811438825743&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601726353127564917/posts/default/1839087811438825743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601726353127564917/posts/default/1839087811438825743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaughns64.blogspot.com/2010/09/frozen-mocha-torte.html' title='Frozen Mocha Torte'/><author><name>Engrafted Lives</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09241959440255434095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/Se-sXC7pThI/AAAAAAAAA8s/unT6vouViD0/S220/We+see+you.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/TH9J_WB495I/AAAAAAAAB9o/FC-1MdGt0g4/s72-c/08-31-2010(2)(2).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4601726353127564917.post-5325029942588244517</id><published>2010-08-31T07:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-31T08:04:24.309-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rainbow'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fall'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Waldron Majors'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Summer'/><title type='text'>It's raining, it's pouring and I'm not snoring...yet that is</title><content type='html'>Here it is the last day of August and what does it bring in?  Rain and lots of it &lt;sigh&gt;: very much a sign that summer is on its way out and fall is coming.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong, I love fall and all the colors it brings, I just don't like the rain, overcast and cloudy skies and the lack of daylight that comes with it.  My body seems to instantly begin its "hibernation" mode which will only get worse as winter comes on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The month of August flew by quickly like every other month, it seems.  I am making progress in my job...I actually like to get up and go to work now, since I have passed the "learning curve".  I still have lots to pick up on, but I can get through the basic daily tasks without to much trouble.  I just Praise God for all those who have been praying for me, your prayers are working! And for Kali who graciously answered all my "S.O.S. emails". Thank you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This month was especially surprising as we were able to see the Waldron gal's and the Majors over the last two weekends and some longtime friend.  The Majors and the Waldron's (plus their two gals) moved over the mountains to start a church back in July. God has been blessing them with visitors and ministry opportunities, PTL! It was so good to see them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bigger surprise was when I got a call from Judy who has known me since my preteen years.  Her and her husband Chuck took their 5th wheel and toured Canada, Alaska and parts of the West.  On their way back from Alaska they came through our neck of the woods.  It was so great to see them. We were able to spend two evenings together over dinner and catch up on all the years we have been separated.  It truly was an amazing time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband had his 46th Birthday this month and things are going well for him.  He is settling down in his new job and is loving it!  He has been in physical therapy for his arm now for a couple of weeks, and that in and of itself has been a great help in the recovery process.  I'll have to admit, it is kind of gross to see his bicep laying over on its side.  He thinks it is cool and likes to show me it and the big indention where his muscle use to be attached.  Boys, ya just gotta love 'em. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that pretty much covers my August.  Looking forward to September and all that it has to bring.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4601726353127564917-5325029942588244517?l=vaughns64.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaughns64.blogspot.com/feeds/5325029942588244517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4601726353127564917&amp;postID=5325029942588244517&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601726353127564917/posts/default/5325029942588244517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601726353127564917/posts/default/5325029942588244517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaughns64.blogspot.com/2010/08/its-raining-its-pouring-and-im-not.html' title='It&apos;s raining, it&apos;s pouring and I&apos;m not snoring...yet that is'/><author><name>Engrafted Lives</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09241959440255434095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/Se-sXC7pThI/AAAAAAAAA8s/unT6vouViD0/S220/We+see+you.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4601726353127564917.post-846096304074556477</id><published>2010-07-31T07:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-02T19:18:44.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life.....</title><content type='html'>Life has been so full and busy and there seems to be more to do than I have time for in a day. For a while now I haven't blogged on a consistent basis because not much was really happening. However, this hasn't been the case over the last couple of months. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In May I made a surprise visit to my folks in Florida.  I was able to spend a week with them and I enjoyed their company very much.  Besides my folks, the best highlight of the trip was the warmth and sunshine.  I was outside everyday soaking up the vitamin D, which I terribly needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In June I changed employment.  I left Kathi at RE/MAX (which was very hard to do) and went to work for BBC.  Hats off to Kali for making this job look so easy.  There are a lot of working parts and being older and slower, catching on is taking a little more time than I would like &lt;sigh&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our church also had Summer Camp during this month and the results were f-a-n-t-a-s-t-i-c!  Many of the young people received the Lord Jesus Christ as their personal Savior!  The spirit of the campers and staff workers was a-m-a-z-i-n-g! My husband went as a counselor and in all the years he has been involved in camp he says, "he has never seen anything like this" PTL! The Spirit of God was moving!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it is the last day of July and I sit here wondering what happened to the month (actually where has the year gone is more like it).  Anyway, this month was full of more surprises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband was promoted at his job and is now the Chair of the Electronics Department. He was a bit nervous about it, but has fit in well and is catching on fast.  He absolutely loves his job!  Although I don't see him as much I do love the fact that he is happy! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a little over a week ago, Steve and I sold our sofa set and delivered it to the new owner.  Everything was going great until Steve ruptured his bicep. In past injuries Steve is usually partly responsible for being reckless, but in this case, it was just a freak accident with no recklessness involved. So we are now in the whole "recovery" stage, which will take about six weeks - along with physical therapy.  In the past, when Steve would get injured I would get very upset at him, but this time has been different.  I truly know that God is in control.  I have handled this whole situation a lot better, and I am just Praising God for another victory, PTL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I think I have blahed, blahed, blahed enough for one posting.  This should bring everything current.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4601726353127564917-846096304074556477?l=vaughns64.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaughns64.blogspot.com/feeds/846096304074556477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4601726353127564917&amp;postID=846096304074556477&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601726353127564917/posts/default/846096304074556477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601726353127564917/posts/default/846096304074556477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaughns64.blogspot.com/2010/07/life.html' title='Life.....'/><author><name>Engrafted Lives</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09241959440255434095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/Se-sXC7pThI/AAAAAAAAA8s/unT6vouViD0/S220/We+see+you.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4601726353127564917.post-3192735037234273800</id><published>2010-04-28T22:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T22:47:19.093-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Herb'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sandi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recipes'/><title type='text'>My Herbs are Growing!</title><content type='html'>Check it out, check it out, calling all green thumbs....this is amazing.  Here is my gift from Sandi that I received a couple weeks ago.  I diligently planted the seeds according to the instructions and voila, they appeared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/S9kbXHMcUJI/AAAAAAAAB84/R_geFHF0S20/s1600/DSC01587.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/S9kbXHMcUJI/AAAAAAAAB84/R_geFHF0S20/s200/DSC01587.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465429706672984210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now the question is, which plant is what?  I planted cilantro, basil and parsley and didn't mark them.  I must of been having a "dah" moment.  Oh well, I guess I will just have to wait and see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks again Sandi for a great gift.  I hope I don't kill them before they mature.  I'd love to use them in my recipes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4601726353127564917-3192735037234273800?l=vaughns64.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaughns64.blogspot.com/feeds/3192735037234273800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4601726353127564917&amp;postID=3192735037234273800&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601726353127564917/posts/default/3192735037234273800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601726353127564917/posts/default/3192735037234273800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaughns64.blogspot.com/2010/04/my-herbs-are-growing.html' title='My Herbs are Growing!'/><author><name>Engrafted Lives</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09241959440255434095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/Se-sXC7pThI/AAAAAAAAA8s/unT6vouViD0/S220/We+see+you.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/S9kbXHMcUJI/AAAAAAAAB84/R_geFHF0S20/s72-c/DSC01587.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4601726353127564917.post-4954959124080812228</id><published>2010-04-28T18:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T22:34:34.933-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Northern Flicker'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wild Bird'/><title type='text'>Northern Flicker Rescued</title><content type='html'>As most of you know I am a backyard bird watcher.  This morning when I was getting ready for work, I noticed a Northern Flicker clinging to the bark of one of the trees. What was most unusual was the fact that she was all puffed up and looked like she was missing her head.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched her through out the morning and I found that she was acting quite strange.  The next time I saw her she was sitting in the yard pecking at the ground.  If any of you have ever watched Northern Flickers, you would recognize that this behavior is very odd.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/S9jcmoRU3LI/AAAAAAAAB8w/t6Dv9Cz5--s/s1600/DSC01579.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/S9jcmoRU3LI/AAAAAAAAB8w/t6Dv9Cz5--s/s200/DSC01579.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465360704017325234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I left for work I finally realized that the little bird had a broken left wing.  I was concerned for her welfare and hoped that she would not be eaten by one of our neighborhood fat cats.  Thankfully, on my way out the door, I happen to see her hobble up a tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This evening when I got home, there she was again sitting out in the backyard. After talking with Steve I decided to call and talk to Lydia who owns the Wild Bird store in town.  Lydia advised us to call Best Friends Vet Hospital. Chris was very helpful and was able to dispatch a technician to our house within thirty minutes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It didn't take long for the young lady to catch the bird and boy did that Northern Flicker scream when she picked her up.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/S9jclxReX2I/AAAAAAAAB8o/kzqoJYbc3uY/s1600/DSC01580.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/S9jclxReX2I/AAAAAAAAB8o/kzqoJYbc3uY/s200/DSC01580.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465360689253998434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could tell you that there will be a "happy ending" to this story, but that might not be the case with this creature.  Birds bones are hollow and depending on where the break is on this birds wing will determine if the Vet can fix it or not.  If they can repair the wing than she has a chance of survival, if not, then she is going to be a snack for one of the eagles they have nursed back to health. That was hard to hear. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/S9jclWMvSeI/AAAAAAAAB8g/E2NNblPngQQ/s1600/DSC01586.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/S9jclWMvSeI/AAAAAAAAB8g/E2NNblPngQQ/s200/DSC01586.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465360681986378210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cycle of life, I know it exists but sometimes it is hard to digest.  Would it have been better for her if I had just left her alone than to try to have her injury treated?  I had no idea that if she couldn't be treated that she would end up as eagle bait.  :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The experience has been somewhat intense and quite interesting.  I hope she makes it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4601726353127564917-4954959124080812228?l=vaughns64.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaughns64.blogspot.com/feeds/4954959124080812228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4601726353127564917&amp;postID=4954959124080812228&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601726353127564917/posts/default/4954959124080812228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601726353127564917/posts/default/4954959124080812228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaughns64.blogspot.com/2010/04/northern-flicker-rescued.html' title='Northern Flicker Rescued'/><author><name>Engrafted Lives</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09241959440255434095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/Se-sXC7pThI/AAAAAAAAA8s/unT6vouViD0/S220/We+see+you.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/S9jcmoRU3LI/AAAAAAAAB8w/t6Dv9Cz5--s/s72-c/DSC01579.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4601726353127564917.post-5133227668325028730</id><published>2010-04-27T21:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T21:32:41.782-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rainbow'/><title type='text'>It's That Time of Year Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/S9e4FIXQlJI/AAAAAAAAB8Y/9LdOUJquvyk/s1600/DSC01572.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/S9e4FIXQlJI/AAAAAAAAB8Y/9LdOUJquvyk/s200/DSC01572.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465039071121282194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I know this is not the best picture of a rainbow, but I just had to take it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the rain showers begin and the sun peaks its head through the clouds, 99% of the time, a rainbow can be spotted.  Tonight I saw a double rainbow and then this one within a few miles of each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't help but think of the promise God made to mankind that he would never flood the earth again.  God is so amazing and so good!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4601726353127564917-5133227668325028730?l=vaughns64.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaughns64.blogspot.com/feeds/5133227668325028730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4601726353127564917&amp;postID=5133227668325028730&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601726353127564917/posts/default/5133227668325028730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601726353127564917/posts/default/5133227668325028730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaughns64.blogspot.com/2010/04/its-that-time-of-year-again.html' title='It&apos;s That Time of Year Again'/><author><name>Engrafted Lives</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09241959440255434095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/Se-sXC7pThI/AAAAAAAAA8s/unT6vouViD0/S220/We+see+you.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/S9e4FIXQlJI/AAAAAAAAB8Y/9LdOUJquvyk/s72-c/DSC01572.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4601726353127564917.post-9034862680924408323</id><published>2010-04-14T16:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T17:22:20.794-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='secret prayer sister'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gifts'/><title type='text'>Thank You Sandi</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/S8ZXzGcC4bI/AAAAAAAAB8Q/KkT9TpOniFo/s1600/DSC01571.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/S8ZXzGcC4bI/AAAAAAAAB8Q/KkT9TpOniFo/s200/DSC01571.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460148133646492082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Thank you Sandi for your prayers and gifts over the last month.  This past month, Sandi was my secret prayer sister and I was hers and what a surprise to find that out during the revealing Monday night and the LBF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sandi gave me this balloon cactus and herb planter.  I prepared the soil, sowed the seed and now I am just waiting to see if I have a green thumb.  I will keep you posted on this project.  Thanks again Sandi for the thoughtful gifts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4601726353127564917-9034862680924408323?l=vaughns64.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaughns64.blogspot.com/feeds/9034862680924408323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4601726353127564917&amp;postID=9034862680924408323&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601726353127564917/posts/default/9034862680924408323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601726353127564917/posts/default/9034862680924408323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaughns64.blogspot.com/2010/04/thank-you-sandi.html' title='Thank You Sandi'/><author><name>Engrafted Lives</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09241959440255434095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/Se-sXC7pThI/AAAAAAAAA8s/unT6vouViD0/S220/We+see+you.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/S8ZXzGcC4bI/AAAAAAAAB8Q/KkT9TpOniFo/s72-c/DSC01571.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4601726353127564917.post-5342088884510143570</id><published>2010-04-11T15:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T16:38:49.698-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Island County Republican Party'/><title type='text'>Republican Party Is Co. Convention</title><content type='html'>Have you ever been involved in a parties grassroots caucus and then convention?  Well I am here to tell you what a laborious process.  This past Saturday I headed over to the Island County Republican Convention.  The task at hand was to vote on the 2010 Republican Platform and to hear from some of the candidates that will be running in the 2010 election.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although the process is somewhat painstaking, it is important to see our younger generations (including mine) get involved in our country's politics even if it is just at the local level. I would venture to say that about 90% of the folks in attendance were at least 55 years of age or older.  Here are some pics of Saturday's event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a picture of Al, Alvera and myself.  We represent the Swantown precinct.  Al is our PCO and Alvera and I are delegates.  All PCO's and delegates have voting rights. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/S8JXDKKNrPI/AAAAAAAAB8A/-NozhqBMoLc/s1600/DSC01559.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/S8JXDKKNrPI/AAAAAAAAB8A/-NozhqBMoLc/s200/DSC01559.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459021410104880370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy as larks - here sits Bro. Mike (a delegate) and Bro. Tim (PCO) - and members of Bible Baptist Church. Bro. Tim also led the opening prayer! &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/S8JRlrh-I0I/AAAAAAAAB7w/jkhYySDzR6I/s1600/DSC01561.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/S8JRlrh-I0I/AAAAAAAAB7w/jkhYySDzR6I/s200/DSC01561.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459015406108681026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bro. Glen (PCO), Steve's dad and a member of Bible Baptist Church. Glen was also voted in as a substitute delegate to represent our county at the State Convention in June. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/S8JROSvQjoI/AAAAAAAAB7o/DTglV5Cnoak/s1600/DSC01562.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/S8JROSvQjoI/AAAAAAAAB7o/DTglV5Cnoak/s200/DSC01562.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459015004316536450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, all decked out and ready to vote is Sis. Carolyn (delegate) and a member of Bible Baptist Church. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/S8JRE0xXfRI/AAAAAAAAB7g/R9zH9ABMTmw/s1600/DSC01563.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/S8JRE0xXfRI/AAAAAAAAB7g/R9zH9ABMTmw/s200/DSC01563.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459014841653493010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also in attendance was Katie and Vicki (delegate). I took pictures of them, but they turned out to blurry to post.(Sorry ladies :() &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the first time I have ever been involved in politics and I have stepped up to this challenge for two reasons:  1) Our Country and 2) Vicki. Are you going to stand by and watch your once "free" country turn to socialism before your very eyes?  Are you going to continue to stand by and agree with the "change" we have been enduring over the last seventeen months?  Will you do your part and get involved? This is our country my friends, and we need to stand up and do what is right.  We need to continue to stand for God's Word and his ways and preserve our U.S. Constitution.  Get involved now and help make a difference...don't wait until 2012.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4601726353127564917-5342088884510143570?l=vaughns64.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaughns64.blogspot.com/feeds/5342088884510143570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4601726353127564917&amp;postID=5342088884510143570&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601726353127564917/posts/default/5342088884510143570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601726353127564917/posts/default/5342088884510143570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaughns64.blogspot.com/2010/04/republican-party-is-co-convention.html' title='Republican Party Is Co. Convention'/><author><name>Engrafted Lives</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09241959440255434095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/Se-sXC7pThI/AAAAAAAAA8s/unT6vouViD0/S220/We+see+you.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/S8JXDKKNrPI/AAAAAAAAB8A/-NozhqBMoLc/s72-c/DSC01559.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4601726353127564917.post-8932028247445166358</id><published>2010-04-08T15:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T16:26:43.724-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wind'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='storm'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='waves'/><title type='text'>Blown Away</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/S75f2E9wWBI/AAAAAAAAB7Y/wCfWCbEiyeo/s1600/DSC01554.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/S75f2E9wWBI/AAAAAAAAB7Y/wCfWCbEiyeo/s200/DSC01554.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457905181069957138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Woke up this morning at 1:30am to a wind storm that was pounding a howling wind.  After trying to fall back to sleep for many hours I gave up and got up.  The wind has not died down at all and we are under a wind advisory until 6pm tonight. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully, we have not had to endure any power outages as wind gusts are expected to be as high as 35mph.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture of the Straits was taken this morning on my way to work. Check out the white caps and the leaning grass.  The wind is so powerful that it absolutely takes your breath away.  Lots of wind and cold temperatures, but at least the skies are blue and the sun is shining.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4601726353127564917-8932028247445166358?l=vaughns64.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaughns64.blogspot.com/feeds/8932028247445166358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4601726353127564917&amp;postID=8932028247445166358&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601726353127564917/posts/default/8932028247445166358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601726353127564917/posts/default/8932028247445166358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaughns64.blogspot.com/2010/04/blown-away.html' title='Blown Away'/><author><name>Engrafted Lives</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09241959440255434095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/Se-sXC7pThI/AAAAAAAAA8s/unT6vouViD0/S220/We+see+you.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/S75f2E9wWBI/AAAAAAAAB7Y/wCfWCbEiyeo/s72-c/DSC01554.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4601726353127564917.post-662221571143589083</id><published>2010-04-05T22:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T22:33:25.807-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='yellow rose'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SIOH'/><title type='text'>Soroptimist of Oak Harbor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/S7rE1CxbHvI/AAAAAAAAB7Q/oxOaKDlatZY/s1600/DSC01549.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/S7rE1CxbHvI/AAAAAAAAB7Q/oxOaKDlatZY/s200/DSC01549.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456890314069057266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back in February I was invited to a Soroptimist event at the Oak Harbor Yacht Club.  Soroptimist International is an international volunteer organization whose mission is to improve the lives of women and girls locally and globally. Soroptimist are women at their best working to assist other women to be their best. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I had my store open, I met a lot of women in the community.  I had no idea that many of them were SIOH members.  I joined SIOH this past Friday and I am looking forward to working with these women in the near future. When I (plus twelve other women) were inducted into the organization we were given a yellow rose. A yellow rose indicate joy, gladness, friendship and "I Care".  Very appropriate for this volunteer organization of women.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4601726353127564917-662221571143589083?l=vaughns64.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaughns64.blogspot.com/feeds/662221571143589083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4601726353127564917&amp;postID=662221571143589083&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601726353127564917/posts/default/662221571143589083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601726353127564917/posts/default/662221571143589083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaughns64.blogspot.com/2010/04/soroptimist-of-oak-harbor.html' title='Soroptimist of Oak Harbor'/><author><name>Engrafted Lives</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09241959440255434095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/Se-sXC7pThI/AAAAAAAAA8s/unT6vouViD0/S220/We+see+you.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/S7rE1CxbHvI/AAAAAAAAB7Q/oxOaKDlatZY/s72-c/DSC01549.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4601726353127564917.post-782846133794062299</id><published>2010-04-05T22:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T22:12:03.014-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spring'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bird'/><title type='text'>A New Backyard Visitor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/S7rBZU7Lo1I/AAAAAAAAB7I/yn9mY55wjTQ/s1600/DSC01530.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/S7rBZU7Lo1I/AAAAAAAAB7I/yn9mY55wjTQ/s200/DSC01530.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456886539370603346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steve and I look forward to this time of year because this is the time that all the flowers begin to bloom and the birds return.  This past month Steve and I were surprise to find a new backyard visitor.... a Varied Thrush.  He is an absolutely beautiful marked bird.  At first glance one might think they are looking at a Spotted Towhee, but the marking in the face is quite different.  The Varied Thrush actually has a black mask over his eyes.  Pretty awesome, huh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4601726353127564917-782846133794062299?l=vaughns64.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaughns64.blogspot.com/feeds/782846133794062299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4601726353127564917&amp;postID=782846133794062299&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601726353127564917/posts/default/782846133794062299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601726353127564917/posts/default/782846133794062299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaughns64.blogspot.com/2010/04/new-backyard-visitor.html' title='A New Backyard Visitor'/><author><name>Engrafted Lives</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09241959440255434095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/Se-sXC7pThI/AAAAAAAAA8s/unT6vouViD0/S220/We+see+you.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/S7rBZU7Lo1I/AAAAAAAAB7I/yn9mY55wjTQ/s72-c/DSC01530.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4601726353127564917.post-5109588058674696476</id><published>2010-04-05T22:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T22:05:35.345-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='secret prayer sister'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='plant'/><title type='text'>A Pleasant Surprise</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/S7rAcYgg5XI/AAAAAAAAB7A/OCeJZz9Lm50/s1600/DSC01535.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/S7rAcYgg5XI/AAAAAAAAB7A/OCeJZz9Lm50/s200/DSC01535.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456885492360471922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A pleasant surprise indeed.  Last year I was given this beautiful plant from my secret prayer sister.  To my surprise it came back this year, WOW!  Thanks Alyssa for this lovely plant. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4601726353127564917-5109588058674696476?l=vaughns64.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaughns64.blogspot.com/feeds/5109588058674696476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4601726353127564917&amp;postID=5109588058674696476&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601726353127564917/posts/default/5109588058674696476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601726353127564917/posts/default/5109588058674696476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaughns64.blogspot.com/2010/04/pleasant-surprise.html' title='A Pleasant Surprise'/><author><name>Engrafted Lives</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09241959440255434095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/Se-sXC7pThI/AAAAAAAAA8s/unT6vouViD0/S220/We+see+you.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/S7rAcYgg5XI/AAAAAAAAB7A/OCeJZz9Lm50/s72-c/DSC01535.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4601726353127564917.post-7565455057288065530</id><published>2010-04-05T21:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T21:51:37.256-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PTL'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Car'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>My New Ride</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/S7q7cFhRuYI/AAAAAAAAB64/6zNGZgN2sxk/s1600/DSC01541.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/S7q7cFhRuYI/AAAAAAAAB64/6zNGZgN2sxk/s200/DSC01541.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456879989705259394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I can't believe it has happened.  For over a year now I have been in need of a newer car as my Impala was in bad shape.  At the end of March God blessed us with a Nissan Altima. Praising God for his provision!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4601726353127564917-7565455057288065530?l=vaughns64.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaughns64.blogspot.com/feeds/7565455057288065530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4601726353127564917&amp;postID=7565455057288065530&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601726353127564917/posts/default/7565455057288065530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601726353127564917/posts/default/7565455057288065530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaughns64.blogspot.com/2010/04/my-new-ride.html' title='My New Ride'/><author><name>Engrafted Lives</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09241959440255434095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/Se-sXC7pThI/AAAAAAAAA8s/unT6vouViD0/S220/We+see+you.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/S7q7cFhRuYI/AAAAAAAAB64/6zNGZgN2sxk/s72-c/DSC01541.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4601726353127564917.post-9031128554439678907</id><published>2010-01-11T15:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T09:33:27.965-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SPS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gifts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>January:  December SPS Revealed</title><content type='html'>I am sure many churches across the country have a special meeting for the ladies of their church either on a weekly or monthly basis.  Our church holds a Ladies Bible Fellowship (LBF) once a month.  I know in past posts I have mentioned on and off about different gifts I've received from my Secret Prayer Sister (SPS).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might be wondering what is a Secret Prayer Sister? Is it a secret group of ladies?  Is there some kind of initiation to get into the group?  No, to both questions.  This is how it works. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the course of the evening the ladies can participate in the SPS exchange.  A basket goes around the room and we drop in a form that has our name on it and any prayer requests or concerns we would like to have prayer for.  There are three requirements if you decide to participate:  1) You must pray for the lady 2) you must contact her, without giving yourself away and 3)you must reveal yourself to her at the next LBF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can imagine my surprise when I received a place setting for four of silverware.  Initially, I thought who would give their SPS silverware?  As you might imagine, I found it to be an interesting choice for a gift. I mean, come on...it is not like I just got married. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, this story gets even better....on Friday late afternoon, Vicki asked if I had heard from my SPS.  I said, "Oh yes, I've heard from her.  As a matter of fact, I got the most unusual gift."  She proceeded to ask me all about it.  I obliged and blah, blah, blahed all about how weird this gift was.  I also told her that I had also received some delicious banana bread in a tray that looked much like the one I had received from another SPS some time ago.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I left Publications I headed home and began to tell Steve about our conversation.  It didn't take long for me to stop and get this gut wrenching feeling, that maybe, just maybe...my SPS was Vicki.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday morning came and Steve and I headed over to church for a Memorial Service.  (One of our members had passed away after battling cancer, and PTL, is now in the arms of her beloved Savior.)  Once we got into the church building I found Vicki and we sat together.  I leaned over to her and said, "You know, by chance, you are not my SPS are you?"  She looked at me as casually as she could and said, "why, yes I am". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you with me?  Do you feel the sinking feeling in my stomach? I turned a few shades red and then instantly apologized if I had offended her or come across less than thankful. Vicki, on the other hand, thought the whole thing was a hoot. I am so glad she has a sense of humor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As always she is such a blessing to me (whether she is my SPS or not).  Vicki has truly learned the skill of listening.  When we were together over the holidays I had made a comment about how I didn't have enough silverware when it comes to hosting a larger group of people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the gist of this story is...if you get Vicki for a SPS, watch out...not only is she a good listener, but she can pull the wool over you eyes too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for riding with me to the airport to pick up Carolyn, for the silverware (really :)), for the yummy banana bread and for the book I just received (I can't wait to read it).  You truly know how to minister to a friend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4601726353127564917-9031128554439678907?l=vaughns64.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaughns64.blogspot.com/feeds/9031128554439678907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4601726353127564917&amp;postID=9031128554439678907&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601726353127564917/posts/default/9031128554439678907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601726353127564917/posts/default/9031128554439678907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaughns64.blogspot.com/2010/01/januarys-secret-prayer-sister-revealed.html' title='January:  December SPS Revealed'/><author><name>Engrafted Lives</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09241959440255434095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/Se-sXC7pThI/AAAAAAAAA8s/unT6vouViD0/S220/We+see+you.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4601726353127564917.post-3454925949804451940</id><published>2010-01-02T22:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T17:23:06.099-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Closing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Store'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>Closing the Doors</title><content type='html'>We are filled with many emotions as we move into the new year.  After four and a half years of being in the Candy Bouquet business, Steve and I closed the doors of our store on December 31st.  This decision did not come lightly and took much time and prayer.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the economy the way it is and not knowing for sure "when" the economy will begin to recover, coupled with the fact that our contract was coming up for renewal in September 2010, we decided to take a step of faith and shut the doors early.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say a step of faith because the decision left us with commitments we still needed to honour such as a monthly rent, franchise fees and other leasing fees. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amazingly enough, I am here to tell you that God is still on the throne!  Sometimes we make decisions we don't always understand, but know we are doing what we are suppose to be doing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the last two weeks, God has moved mountains.  First of all, although the place we rent out has not been rented, we have seen four people show interest in the space (please pray that we can get the space rented by the end of this month). This is awesome because there has been a space for rent right next store that has been available to rent for over seven months.  See God's hand working? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As far as the franchise fees go all I had to do was write the company and tell them I was closing my doors.  Now, I don't have to pay the franchise fees! Yeah!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also had a lease with Crystal Springs, which is a bottled-water company.  Check this out scenario.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called them last month to find out when my lease ended.  They told me not until March 2011, 2011!  So, I figured I would move the bottled-water unit to my house and use it there until the lease was up.  Well, this past week, I called them to make the transfer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is how our conversation went while I was on the phone with the representative:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:  "Is there any possible way I can get out of my lease?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Representative:  "No, then she said, Well, the only way you can get out of the lease is if you pay a termination fee." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:  "How much is the termination fee?", &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Representative: "$100".  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "How much is my average monthly bill?"  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Representative: "Between $20-$30".  (Can you do the math?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Cancel my service, I'll pay the termination fee."  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Representative:  (As she begins to put in the request, she states), "Oh, your termination fee is only $50".  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Praise the Lord!  Amen!  God is so good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it wonderful how the Lord orchestrates everything in our lives! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you may be wondering what in the world I am going to do with myself.  Don't worry, I already have my time divided up.  I am working part-time for a RE Agent in the mornings and will be spending two to three days, in the afternoon, out in the print shop at church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steve is still spending much of his time working for ITT Tech in Everett and still tutoring students on the side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, we are so excited to see how the Lord is going to use us and what he has in store for us this year. Come on 2010!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4601726353127564917-3454925949804451940?l=vaughns64.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaughns64.blogspot.com/feeds/3454925949804451940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4601726353127564917&amp;postID=3454925949804451940&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601726353127564917/posts/default/3454925949804451940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601726353127564917/posts/default/3454925949804451940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaughns64.blogspot.com/2010/01/closing-doors.html' title='Closing the Doors'/><author><name>Engrafted Lives</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09241959440255434095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/Se-sXC7pThI/AAAAAAAAA8s/unT6vouViD0/S220/We+see+you.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4601726353127564917.post-2315862636888758639</id><published>2009-12-30T22:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T22:49:05.756-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Christmas Time 2009</title><content type='html'>Steve and I had a very quiet Christmas Day.  The morning started with opening gifts from family. Levi got two new toys and a bag of treats. Steve received slippers, Bible cover and a engraved license plate holder that says: "LIFE....living it and loving it!".  I received a heavy duty 10-piece cookware set, which I absolutely needed and loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around 9:30am we headed out to church for Christmas Morning Service.  Pastor Sargent brought a Christmas message out of the book of Revelation (betcha thought I was going to say one of the Gospels...surprise)!  Excellent message.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the morning service we drove to Safeway, bought ingredients to make chili and came back home. Before we knew it, our bellies were full and we spent the rest of the afternoon relaxing.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were invited to the Sargent's house around 4:30pm for fellowship, dessert and games. The evening went fast as we spent time with Pastor, Vickie, Vicki's mom, Josh, Sara and their very exhausted Cocker Spaniel, Lucille.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By 10:00pm we were ready to retire and went fast to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to thank my family and friends for all the wonderful gifts we received this Christmas time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cookware from Steve... A Levi puzzle from Carolyn.... A heated mattress pad from my parents... A chain saw from Teri and Larry, and a Boyd's bear with honey, from Dave and Anne.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to see some cute pictures of Levi from this holiday season and the gifts we received, check out the Birthday and Christmas 2009 Slide Show.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4601726353127564917-2315862636888758639?l=vaughns64.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaughns64.blogspot.com/feeds/2315862636888758639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4601726353127564917&amp;postID=2315862636888758639&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601726353127564917/posts/default/2315862636888758639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601726353127564917/posts/default/2315862636888758639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaughns64.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-time-2009.html' title='Christmas Time 2009'/><author><name>Engrafted Lives</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09241959440255434095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/Se-sXC7pThI/AAAAAAAAA8s/unT6vouViD0/S220/We+see+you.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4601726353127564917.post-5002566776460641892</id><published>2009-12-23T11:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T21:55:59.029-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='presents'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>A Whirlwind of a Day!</title><content type='html'>Yes, yesterday was my birthday and what a whirlwind of a day it was! From the moment I woke up until it was time to go to sleep, I was on the go with one surprise after another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My morning started with a big Happy Birthday from my best friend and hubby, Steve! I opened up my presents and received a 12" skillet and day planner pages for 2010. Great gifts as I was in need of both items. Thanks honey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't soon after that, my sister called to wish me a Happy Birthday too! Yeah! She gave me two cards (a serious one and a funny one, which I loved) and $25 to purchase a flat iron. Awesome! I can't wait to try it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not even five seconds after I hung up the phone, my mom and dad called. They wished me a Happy Birthday and told me my gift was on its way. It was good talking with them, and I would of talked longer, except time was fleeing away quickly and I needed to get to work. I can't wait to see what mommy and daddy got me! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out the door and a little behind schedule I headed off to work where I met up with my friend Mary Fanning, who bought me, the birthday girl, a 16oz skinny, extra hot Chai; which I gladly drank until there was know more to slurp. Thank you very much!Yummy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shortly thereafter, my boss, Kathi, entered the building as secretively as she could and surprised me with cake and roses. All the staff that was available came and sang Happy Birthday to me (which was a prerequisite, especially, if they wanted a piece of cake), and then I blew out the candles, again and again and again. (Yes,Kathi used those funny candles that keep relighting).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards Kathi took me out to lunch at a local restaurant called Flyers. I had never been there before. The music was to loud, but the food and time we spent together was wonderful! Thanks Kathi for making my day so special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I was really behind schedule as I was suppose to be out at the church by 1:30pm to work in the print shop and visit with my dear friend Vicki for a few minutes. By the time I got to the church Vicki was already gone, but.... lo and behold what did I find, but a birthday present left behind just for me. I joyfully opened the package up and found a jello mold bowl, two boxes of jello, heavy duty red pot holders and a meat masher. I had been looking for a jello mold bowl for awhile and now I have one. Guess I won't be able to ask her to bring a jello dish during the holidays anymore, now that I have been equipped. Yeah! Great gift and very, very useful! Thanks so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three hours later and Baptist Doctrine IV completely printed, I was beginning to wind down. I called Steve to tell him I was heading home and that was when he promptly said, "We have reservations at 7:00pm, I will be home soon to pick you up". Well in no time, Steve whooshed me away to Christopher's, a very nice restaurant in Coupeville. Steve had pork tenderloin, with vegetables and scalloped potatoes and I had BBQ Salmon slowly oven baked, with wild rice and veggies. To top it all off, the restaurant served me a chocolate cake in honour of my birthday. The evening was fantastic, the atmosphere and my date were perfect. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way home we had to go back to the store to pick up some fudge to wrap for a customer and Vicki called to wish me a "Happy Birthday". I was so glad I got to talk to her before the night ended. Now all was complete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, twelve hours later, I got home, put on my PJ's and sat down exhausted, but happy from the days event! Thank you all...family and friends...for making my day so special and for all of the Birthday Wishes! I really did have a "sweet" day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4601726353127564917-5002566776460641892?l=vaughns64.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaughns64.blogspot.com/feeds/5002566776460641892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4601726353127564917&amp;postID=5002566776460641892&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601726353127564917/posts/default/5002566776460641892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601726353127564917/posts/default/5002566776460641892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaughns64.blogspot.com/2009/12/whirlwind-of-day.html' title='A Whirlwind of a Day!'/><author><name>Engrafted Lives</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09241959440255434095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/Se-sXC7pThI/AAAAAAAAA8s/unT6vouViD0/S220/We+see+you.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4601726353127564917.post-2250802623083718946</id><published>2009-12-16T17:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T18:07:36.223-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='update'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alive'/><title type='text'>I am ALIVE!</title><content type='html'>I am totally amazed at how much time has gone by since I last blogged.  I guess I just got to a point where I felt like I didn't have much to say and it was the same old boring stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what has been happening in my part of the world since September 7th?  Probably the biggest surprise is that I went back to work part time on September 11th.  I wasn't really looking for a job, but with the economy the way it is, and sales down, I needed to do something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shortly thereafter, my mom and sister came to visit for a few days in October.    The weather was too cold for them, but they were troopers and survived!While they were here, my dad ended up in the hospital for an overnight stay and praise God is doing well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In mid-October and mid-November I took a Bible Institute class called "Women in Ministry". Since then I have been answering many study questions and other assignments which are due the early part of January, along with a final exam (I'm scared).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steve and I decided to close our store on December 31st and end our run with Candy Bouquet.  We have had a fun and sweet time running this business, but again with the economy the way it is, the lack of stability in our government and market, we felt it was best to close the doors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since then, I feel like a burden has been lifted off my shoulders and I am now able to concentrate on other areas of my life...like the upcoming holidays and more importantly, what the Lord wants for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In November, Steve and I had several people over for Thanksgiving. Everybody was gracious enough to bring a side dish or dessert and by the end of dinner we were all just as stuffed as could be.  After dinner, we played some games and really just enjoyed the fellowship and the downtime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are off to a good start for the Christmas holiday.  We already have our trees up and Christmas cards sent out (which is very unusual for us, especially over these last four years).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only six days to my birthday, 9 days to Christmas and 15 days when the doors of my business close.  I am looking forward to the end of the year and to what the New Year will bring forth.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas and Happy New Year to All!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4601726353127564917-2250802623083718946?l=vaughns64.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaughns64.blogspot.com/feeds/2250802623083718946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4601726353127564917&amp;postID=2250802623083718946&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601726353127564917/posts/default/2250802623083718946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601726353127564917/posts/default/2250802623083718946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaughns64.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-am-alive.html' title='I am ALIVE!'/><author><name>Engrafted Lives</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09241959440255434095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/Se-sXC7pThI/AAAAAAAAA8s/unT6vouViD0/S220/We+see+you.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4601726353127564917.post-5225007694207651167</id><published>2009-09-07T15:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T15:50:33.790-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Steve'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='care'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='swelling'/><title type='text'>Ouchie!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/SqWN3scl3GI/AAAAAAAABw0/wr1peHF46Qc/s1600-h/DSC01372.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/SqWN3scl3GI/AAAAAAAABw0/wr1peHF46Qc/s200/DSC01372.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378861317927328866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During my entire childhood and all of my adult life, up to now of course, I have never been stung by a wasp/hornet. At this point I am not sure whether it was a wasp or hornet, and there is really no way I will ever know, since I rendered that nasty creature helpless and then tossed him to the wind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was at the fellowship building at the church preparing the tables for the Ladies Bible Fellowship, when I reached into my basket to pull out a few items.  I had no idea the little guy was there and when he stung me, I just thought I was being poked by a wire (or something) from one of the apples I was using to display on the table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can imagine my surprise when the wasp/hornet landed on the table. I grabbed my finger and mustered up enough strength not to yell out a loud cry, I walked around the room telling myself it doesn't hurt, it doesn't hurt.  The truth of the matter is...it does hurt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minutes later, I found my finger swelling up.  I tried to call Steve to get his advice, but he was still out taking a jog.  I finally hurried home and my poppie was there to takecare of me.  Steve made sure there was no stinger and then he had me ice my finger for ten minutes.  My finger is still reeling in pain, I think more from the swelling though, than where the stinger went in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, this just tops everything else that has been going on today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/SqWJWPSmG3I/AAAAAAAABws/83JLEf5tqXI/s1600-h/DSC01373.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/SqWJWPSmG3I/AAAAAAAABws/83JLEf5tqXI/s200/DSC01373.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378856345118579570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4601726353127564917-5225007694207651167?l=vaughns64.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaughns64.blogspot.com/feeds/5225007694207651167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4601726353127564917&amp;postID=5225007694207651167&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601726353127564917/posts/default/5225007694207651167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601726353127564917/posts/default/5225007694207651167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaughns64.blogspot.com/2009/09/ouchie.html' title='Ouchie!'/><author><name>Engrafted Lives</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09241959440255434095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/Se-sXC7pThI/AAAAAAAAA8s/unT6vouViD0/S220/We+see+you.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/SqWN3scl3GI/AAAAAAAABw0/wr1peHF46Qc/s72-c/DSC01372.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4601726353127564917.post-948367652467380467</id><published>2009-09-05T12:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T09:56:44.972-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cafe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Port Orchard'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poulsbo'/><title type='text'>A Day's Getaway</title><content type='html'>On Thursday, September 3rd, Steve and I decided to get away from Whidbey and go and see some of the countryside.  Our morning started at 9:30am as we headed over to the Key Stone Ferry to catch a ride to Port Townsend.  After we arrived on the other side, our first stop was a military surplus store (Steve is looking for a green ammo box).  Our next destination was the Chimacum Cafe, which we were told, was a must stop.  And believe me, in Steve's mind, lunch is a must.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/SqLLrSMcfdI/AAAAAAAABwU/4fD98_JPh0M/s1600-h/DSC01346.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/SqLLrSMcfdI/AAAAAAAABwU/4fD98_JPh0M/s200/DSC01346.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378084849512644050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we filled up on some awesome chow, we got back in the car and headed for Poulsbo. If you have never been to Poulsbo, you must make time and go.  The downtown area was so cute.  The Norwegians settled the area and the town has kept to that theme.  Sidewalks were lined with seating that had memorial plates on them and some portions of the walkway had stones with messages on them in honor of a special person or occasion.  The weather was in the upper 70's and there was a warm light breeze coming off the water; the harbor was a delight to look at too. We visited many of the shops found along the way and then topped the day with an ice cream cone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/SqLLseP9vxI/AAAAAAAABwc/5Ky2KzkJNIY/s1600-h/DSC01348.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/SqLLseP9vxI/AAAAAAAABwc/5Ky2KzkJNIY/s200/DSC01348.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378084869928501010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/SqLLtMhy7VI/AAAAAAAABwk/iYdLe454SQc/s1600-h/DSC01360.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/SqLLtMhy7VI/AAAAAAAABwk/iYdLe454SQc/s200/DSC01360.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378084882351320402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our next destination was Port Orchard.  Our goal was to stop in and surprise some friends of ours that we had met in Schaumburg, IL back in the early 90's.  We found our way to their house in no time and surprised them.  We just missed John and his eldest son, but we were able to visit with Kitty and her other four boys.  We had such a wonderful time and hope to get up with them again before the year ends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The drive along the way was absolutely beautiful.  Steve and I are looking forward to going back and checking out the Rain Forest, Dungeness Spit and the Sea Stacks.  I am hoping it will be real soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4601726353127564917-948367652467380467?l=vaughns64.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaughns64.blogspot.com/feeds/948367652467380467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4601726353127564917&amp;postID=948367652467380467&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601726353127564917/posts/default/948367652467380467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601726353127564917/posts/default/948367652467380467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaughns64.blogspot.com/2009/09/days-getaway.html' title='A Day&apos;s Getaway'/><author><name>Engrafted Lives</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09241959440255434095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/Se-sXC7pThI/AAAAAAAAA8s/unT6vouViD0/S220/We+see+you.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/SqLLrSMcfdI/AAAAAAAABwU/4fD98_JPh0M/s72-c/DSC01346.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4601726353127564917.post-7282295460677506616</id><published>2009-08-16T21:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T22:17:09.022-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Present'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vicki'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Levi'/><title type='text'>Dog-on-Duty</title><content type='html'>On Steve's birthday he received a present from the Sargent family.  In the bag was an outfit for Levi (among other things). It is tradition in the Sargent household for Lucille, their black Cocker Spaniel, to receive a gift on their birthday.  So, a new tradition has been adopted in the Vaughn household and one I think Levi will appreciate. How could he not? He'll get two extra presents a year just for being part of the family.  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Levi received this lovely cotton jersey that has a big red cross on the back and says, "Dog-on-Duty".&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/SojlaloLgYI/AAAAAAAABvc/yelKycIRJmk/s1600-h/DSC01334.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/SojlaloLgYI/AAAAAAAABvc/yelKycIRJmk/s200/DSC01334.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370794800579314050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't he just so cute....&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/SojlbNiTslI/AAAAAAAABvk/DnVp3PSLOW4/s1600-h/DSC01337.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/SojlbNiTslI/AAAAAAAABvk/DnVp3PSLOW4/s200/DSC01337.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370794811292103250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Auntie Vicki, I just love my new outfit! ~Levi Vaughn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4601726353127564917-7282295460677506616?l=vaughns64.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaughns64.blogspot.com/feeds/7282295460677506616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4601726353127564917&amp;postID=7282295460677506616&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601726353127564917/posts/default/7282295460677506616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601726353127564917/posts/default/7282295460677506616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaughns64.blogspot.com/2009/08/dog-on-duty.html' title='Dog-on-Duty'/><author><name>Engrafted Lives</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09241959440255434095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/Se-sXC7pThI/AAAAAAAAA8s/unT6vouViD0/S220/We+see+you.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/SojlaloLgYI/AAAAAAAABvc/yelKycIRJmk/s72-c/DSC01334.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4601726353127564917.post-684995115120478560</id><published>2009-08-14T16:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T23:40:03.032-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Steve'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Flight'/><title type='text'>GOTCHA! Happy Birthday Steve!</title><content type='html'>The morning started out just fine. Steve left for a tutoring appointment and I got busy putting together his gift, cards and cake. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/SoZFARXuksI/AAAAAAAABsY/BVrrI8OOpZw/s1600-h/DSC01312Thecardsandthecake.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/SoZFARXuksI/AAAAAAAABsY/BVrrI8OOpZw/s200/DSC01312Thecardsandthecake.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370055476651135682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, while I was out, I looked for a small round cake at Safeway.  I could not find one, so I opted for a one-serving size round cheesecake. It wasn't your average cheesecake, it was better (yummy, I got a bite or two)! The candles were as big as the cake and the longer it took Steve to get home the more the "4" wanted to slide off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/SoZFc1ZBUtI/AAAAAAAABsg/wNEPG_Ic-s8/s1600-h/DSC01315CLoseupofthecake.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/SoZFc1ZBUtI/AAAAAAAABsg/wNEPG_Ic-s8/s200/DSC01315CLoseupofthecake.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370055967356572370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once Steve got home, I lit the candles, and then sang Happy Birthday to him. After Steve sampled his birthday cake, he opened up his cards and gift. The cards were cute; especially, the trick card sent from my sister. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/SoZFxCdMlwI/AAAAAAAABso/flLxE8MK6NA/s1600-h/DSC01318tTrickcardfromsisterinlaw.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/SoZFxCdMlwI/AAAAAAAABso/flLxE8MK6NA/s200/DSC01318tTrickcardfromsisterinlaw.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370056314461132546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;This year, I wanted to do something special for Steve on his 45th birthday. For years he has told me he wanted to fly. In the past I have just brushed it off, but after our last conversation, I was surprised to find out that during his time in the Civil Air Patrol (CAP) he had actual flown a 1932 Piper under the direct supervision of Hermann Skok. Wow, I thought to myself.....he does know what he is talking about. His passion was real because he had lived it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I did a google search which led me to PilotJourney.com. This website is awesome and it was there that I was able to purchase a 40 minute orientation flight at Boeing Field. I think he is really pumped up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/SoZGr4hxhbI/AAAAAAAABsw/5QDkX3lz6H8/s1600-h/DSC01322Showyourfriendswhatyougot.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/SoZGr4hxhbI/AAAAAAAABsw/5QDkX3lz6H8/s200/DSC01322Showyourfriendswhatyougot.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370057325408257458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day ended with a trip over to the Jumbo Buffet where a few couples (plus dad) were waiting to surprise him. Everything was going well until we got out of the truck. Steve can be most observant when you don't want him to be. He stops, looks at me and says, "I'm not going in. This is a set up". He had noticed to many automobiles in the parking lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/SoZH11Q_X6I/AAAAAAAABs4/DbXyykXY1Ns/s1600-h/DSC01326.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/SoZH11Q_X6I/AAAAAAAABs4/DbXyykXY1Ns/s200/DSC01326.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370058595842875298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It didn't take him long to decide he wasn't going to miss dinner, so inside he went. The gang that was present broke into song, singing "Happy Birthday". I think Steve was slightly embarrassed. So he disguised himself appropriately (a Groucho Marx's he is not).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/SoZI0VJ9sWI/AAAAAAAABtA/vsHM2QbBU2g/s1600-h/DSC01332.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/SoZI0VJ9sWI/AAAAAAAABtA/vsHM2QbBU2g/s200/DSC01332.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370059669555229026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;All in all, I think he had a great time. He was definitely unaware of the plot and really appreciated all that was done to celebrate his 45 years of life. (The only other thing he has to see is his picture in the paper and that will happen tomorrow.) Yes, I'd do it all again, just because he is worth it! I love you honey, Happy Birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slide show is up if you want to see a few more pictures.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4601726353127564917-684995115120478560?l=vaughns64.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaughns64.blogspot.com/feeds/684995115120478560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4601726353127564917&amp;postID=684995115120478560&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601726353127564917/posts/default/684995115120478560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601726353127564917/posts/default/684995115120478560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaughns64.blogspot.com/2009/08/gotcha-happy-birthday-steve.html' title='GOTCHA! Happy Birthday Steve!'/><author><name>Engrafted Lives</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09241959440255434095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/Se-sXC7pThI/AAAAAAAAA8s/unT6vouViD0/S220/We+see+you.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/SoZFARXuksI/AAAAAAAABsY/BVrrI8OOpZw/s72-c/DSC01312Thecardsandthecake.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4601726353127564917.post-8783665975372983544</id><published>2009-08-13T16:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T16:49:10.157-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Steve'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><title type='text'>Steve...is turning 45!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/SoSf2BfAN-I/AAAAAAAABr4/JGjyoAA2y0Y/s1600-h/Celebrate+all+Special+Occasions.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/SoSf2BfAN-I/AAAAAAAABr4/JGjyoAA2y0Y/s200/Celebrate+all+Special+Occasions.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369592406192699362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it is true...Steve is turning 45 years old tomorrow. The day will mostly be quiet as we come to terms with the fact that he is 45 years young. A small birthday gift will be given, cards from family will be opened and then we plan on ending the day eating at the Jumbo Buffet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4601726353127564917-8783665975372983544?l=vaughns64.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaughns64.blogspot.com/feeds/8783665975372983544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4601726353127564917&amp;postID=8783665975372983544&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601726353127564917/posts/default/8783665975372983544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601726353127564917/posts/default/8783665975372983544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaughns64.blogspot.com/2009/08/steveis-turning-45.html' title='Steve...is turning 45!'/><author><name>Engrafted Lives</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09241959440255434095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/Se-sXC7pThI/AAAAAAAAA8s/unT6vouViD0/S220/We+see+you.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/SoSf2BfAN-I/AAAAAAAABr4/JGjyoAA2y0Y/s72-c/Celebrate+all+Special+Occasions.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4601726353127564917.post-6824308101273512756</id><published>2009-08-04T09:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T09:59:28.052-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday gift'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='snohomish'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tandum jump'/><title type='text'>Pure Craziness I tell you...Pure Craziness</title><content type='html'>I don't know if many of you recall the Surprise 30th Birthday Party we had for Carolyn back in May...but for her birthday all the ladies got together and purchased her a tandum jump at Harvey Field in Snohomish County.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/Snhkm3sjJQI/AAAAAAAABrg/6gKK-6J9iKk/s1600-h/Our+Destination...Snohmish+Skydive1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/Snhkm3sjJQI/AAAAAAAABrg/6gKK-6J9iKk/s200/Our+Destination...Snohmish+Skydive1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366149574960555266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well this past Saturday, August 1st, Carolyn and Nicki,another crazy young lady who has always wanted to skydive, made their jump.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/SnhkSn4Rs4I/AAAAAAAABrY/1JcO68mR0xg/s1600-h/Carolyns+is+in+first21.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/SnhkSn4Rs4I/AAAAAAAABrY/1JcO68mR0xg/s200/Carolyns+is+in+first21.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366149227117392770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/SnhkSAUldcI/AAAAAAAABrQ/-AZ8hjmQCxc/s1600-h/Carolyn+and+Nicki+showing+us+their+certificates52.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/SnhkSAUldcI/AAAAAAAABrQ/-AZ8hjmQCxc/s200/Carolyn+and+Nicki+showing+us+their+certificates52.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366149216498709954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took many more pictures, but wanted to leave it up to &lt;a href="http://covegirl79.blogspot.com/"&gt;Carolyn&lt;/a&gt; to post a slideshow of the days event.  Head on over to Carolyn's blog to see a live video (which is absolutely fun to watch) and her write-up about the whole experience. (Carolyn has family in town, so it may be a few days before she makes a post...keep checking back though...it will be worth the wait.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4601726353127564917-6824308101273512756?l=vaughns64.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='' href='http://covegirl79.blogspot.com/' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaughns64.blogspot.com/feeds/6824308101273512756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4601726353127564917&amp;postID=6824308101273512756&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601726353127564917/posts/default/6824308101273512756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601726353127564917/posts/default/6824308101273512756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaughns64.blogspot.com/2009/08/pure-craziness-i-tell-youpure-craziness.html' title='Pure Craziness I tell you...Pure Craziness'/><author><name>Engrafted Lives</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09241959440255434095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/Se-sXC7pThI/AAAAAAAAA8s/unT6vouViD0/S220/We+see+you.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/Snhkm3sjJQI/AAAAAAAABrg/6gKK-6J9iKk/s72-c/Our+Destination...Snohmish+Skydive1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4601726353127564917.post-1177273160923342181</id><published>2009-07-29T15:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T16:20:30.682-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weather'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hot'/><title type='text'>Oh Yeah.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/SnDTFlilyYI/AAAAAAAABqo/35KdWZ0Oy98/s1600-h/Weather.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 78px; height: 62px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/SnDTFlilyYI/AAAAAAAABqo/35KdWZ0Oy98/s200/Weather.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364019249128262018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unbelievable, the two weeks out of the year that I look forward to the most is here. Yes, I know most born and breed Washingtonians are just wanting things to get back to normal...but I am not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AccuWeather.com states it is currently 76 degrees outside, but feels more like 79degrees. (However, I think it feels more like the high 90's.) The skies are blue, the sun is shining bright and my core body temperature is rising. This is the month that I look forward to the most because the sun ray's I take in now, have to last me the rest of the year. The humidity is at 57% which actually is not to bad; especially if you have ever lived where the humidity is 100%.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steve and I just came back from a short stroll down to Whidbey Coffee to get a mocha shake. Unfortunately, because the stores around here do not have air conditioning some of them have closed up for the day. This heat is unusual and can cause many to feel sick and overwhelmed. So drink your H20 and plenty of it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well lots of Vitamin D speaking here and I am just a little pumped up, over the warmth and sunshine. Not only are the days delightful, but the evenings have been wonderful too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't remember the last time I was actually warm enough to open up the windows during the night and not freeze. Last night I actually went to sleep with just a sheet over me, and quite frankly this was alarming. So much so that I actually tossed and turned through out the night. I guess I could say, I missed my blanky. Oh well that is okay..it is a small price to pay when one is enjoy this awesome weather.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4601726353127564917-1177273160923342181?l=vaughns64.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaughns64.blogspot.com/feeds/1177273160923342181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4601726353127564917&amp;postID=1177273160923342181&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601726353127564917/posts/default/1177273160923342181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601726353127564917/posts/default/1177273160923342181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaughns64.blogspot.com/2009/07/oh-yeah.html' title='Oh Yeah.....'/><author><name>Engrafted Lives</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09241959440255434095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/Se-sXC7pThI/AAAAAAAAA8s/unT6vouViD0/S220/We+see+you.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/SnDTFlilyYI/AAAAAAAABqo/35KdWZ0Oy98/s72-c/Weather.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4601726353127564917.post-198881475151302312</id><published>2009-07-21T12:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T14:06:38.614-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mt. Baker'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Campers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Steve'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chalet'/><title type='text'>Jr/Sr Camp 2009 Successful, PTL!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/SmYZjGoy78I/AAAAAAAABmI/6sGabycAl-M/s1600-h/DSC01143.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/SmYZjGoy78I/AAAAAAAABmI/6sGabycAl-M/s200/DSC01143.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361000497298993090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is the second year our church sent our young people to a chalet on Mt. Baker for Summer Camp. The Junior/Senior Campers received a blessing from God's Word, which was preached by Bro. Jonathan Purks. There were skits, games and competitions and the campers even spent time sledding and hiking through out the area. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thank the Lord for allowing Steve to attend the camp again this year. Ministering to the young people is such a blessing to him.  He really looks forward to this time of year with eager anticipaton.  As usual, Steve had a blast and as par for the course, he came back exhausted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bible Baptist Church focuses on their "Next Generation" because these very campers are our next leaders. We need to grow them up in the admonition of the Lord and teach them daily from the scriptures. As our country pulls away from its Godly Heritage it will be our young people, in the coming years, that will stand in the gap and take a stand for what is right. Thank you parents, Pastor's, teachers and workers for investing in the lives of these young people.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I will put together a slide presentation and post it soon, after I decided which pictures I want to download. Steve took almost 200 pictures. Wow.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4601726353127564917-198881475151302312?l=vaughns64.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaughns64.blogspot.com/feeds/198881475151302312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4601726353127564917&amp;postID=198881475151302312&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601726353127564917/posts/default/198881475151302312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601726353127564917/posts/default/198881475151302312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaughns64.blogspot.com/2009/07/jrsr-camp-2009-successful-ptl.html' title='Jr/Sr Camp 2009 Successful, PTL!'/><author><name>Engrafted Lives</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09241959440255434095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/Se-sXC7pThI/AAAAAAAAA8s/unT6vouViD0/S220/We+see+you.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/SmYZjGoy78I/AAAAAAAABmI/6sGabycAl-M/s72-c/DSC01143.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4601726353127564917.post-3475469506131918997</id><published>2009-07-03T10:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T12:47:12.907-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Patriotism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Liberty Bell'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='4th of July'/><title type='text'>We The People......</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/Sk4_qjN1KGI/AAAAAAAABYE/K2a5fpp5ftg/s1600-h/DSC00932.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/Sk4_qjN1KGI/AAAAAAAABYE/K2a5fpp5ftg/s200/DSC00932.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354287007230404706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We the people of the United States, in order to form a more perfect union, establish justice, insure domestic tranquility, provide for the common defense, promote the general welfare, and secure the blessings of liberty to ourselves and our posterity, do ordain and establish this Constitution for the United States of America.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the United States, Independence Day, commonly known as the Fourth of July, is a federal holiday commemorating the adoption of the Declaration of Independence on July 4, 1776, declaring independence from the Kingdom of Great Britain.[1]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a letter addressed to his wife Abagail, John Adam's wrote, "The second day of July, 1776, will be the most memorable epoch in the history of America. I am apt to believe that it will be celebrated by succeeding generations as the great anniversary festival. It ought to be commemorated as the day of deliverance, by solemn acts of devotion to God Almighty. It ought to be solemnized with pomp and parade, with shows, games, sports, guns, bells, bonfires, and illuminations, from one end of this continent to the other, from this time forward forever more."[2] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Families often celebrate Independence Day by hosting or attending a picnic or barbecue and take advantage of the day off and, in some years, long weekend to gather with relatives. Decorations (e.g., streamers, balloons, and clothing) are generally colored red, white, and blue, the colors of the American flag. Parades often are in the morning, while fireworks displays occur in the evening at such places as parks, fairgrounds, or town squares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Independence Day fireworks are often accompanied by patriotic songs such as the national anthem "The Star-Spangled Banner", "God Bless America", "America the Beautiful", "My Country, 'Tis of Thee", "This Land Is Your Land", "Stars and Stripes Forever", and, regionally, "Yankee Doodle" in northeastern states and "Dixie" in southern states. Some of the lyrics recall images of the Revolutionary War or the War of 1812.[1]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tourists from all over the world come to Independence Hall in Philadelphia to see The Liberty Bell - an international symbol of freedom. The 2,000-pound Liberty Bell rang when the Continental Congress signed the Declaration of Independence in 1776.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cast in London in 1752, the original liberty bell cracked on the very first strike in Philadelphia after arriving from England. The bell was recast (using the metal from the old bell) but the second belll was defective too. A third (and last) bell was cast which includes this inscription:[3] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Proclaim liberty throughout all the land&lt;br /&gt;  unto all the inhabitants thereof... "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The inspiration for this inscription came directly from Leviticus 25:10 found in the King James Bible. The men and leaders of that time were God fearing and I thank the Lord for that.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did You Know:[1]&lt;br /&gt;- Held since 1785, the Bristol Fourth of July Parade in Bristol, Rhode Island is the oldest continuous Independence Day celebration in the United States.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Since 1916, Nathan's Hot Dog Eating Contest in Coney Island, Brooklyn, New York City supposedly started as a way to settle a dispute among four immigrants as to who was the most patriotic. (I wonder, is there anybody today who would fight over being the most patriotic?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[1]^  Wikipedia at Wikipedia.org&lt;br /&gt;[2]^ "Letter from John Adams to Abigail Adams, 3 July 1776, ‘Had a Declaration…’". Adams Family Papers. Massachusetts Historical Society. http://www.masshist.org/digitaladams/aea/cfm/doc.cfm?id=L17760703jasecond. Retrieved on 2009-06-28.&lt;br /&gt;[3]^  http://www.statesymbolsusa.org/National_Symbols/Liberty_Bell.html&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4601726353127564917-3475469506131918997?l=vaughns64.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaughns64.blogspot.com/feeds/3475469506131918997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4601726353127564917&amp;postID=3475469506131918997&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601726353127564917/posts/default/3475469506131918997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601726353127564917/posts/default/3475469506131918997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaughns64.blogspot.com/2009/07/we-people.html' title='We The People......'/><author><name>Engrafted Lives</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09241959440255434095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/Se-sXC7pThI/AAAAAAAAA8s/unT6vouViD0/S220/We+see+you.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/Sk4_qjN1KGI/AAAAAAAABYE/K2a5fpp5ftg/s72-c/DSC00932.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4601726353127564917.post-2226222830103106780</id><published>2009-06-29T14:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T14:37:20.392-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Okanogan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Twisp'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Camp'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gospel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Highway 20'/><title type='text'>Mustard Seed Faith</title><content type='html'>On Thursday, June 25, a large group of people from church headed over the mountains to the Twisp/Okanogan area. Steve and I didn't arrive to the campsite until early Friday morning because of our schedules. This is our third summer in Twisp and our purpose for going is to preach the Gospel message. Our desire is to see God open a door to start a new work in the area. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anytime you do something for the Lord or something that the Lord wants you to do, you can expect to be attacked by Satan. And, believe me, I was attacked. I have a few weak areas when it comes to sharing the Gospel of Christ, and the devil knows them all to well, but PTL! God knows them too and still can use this unworthy vessel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One Thursday afternoon I was asked by one of our SPG (Singles Pleasing God) ladies if I was coming out to the Thursday night outreach. I got a little uncomfortable and said I didn't know. But, what I was really saying was "no, I don't think so." I went on to tell her that I felt inadequate and feared man. I went home that evening made myself a pot of coffee, picked up my Bible and was led to read all of IJohn. The Holy Spirit poked me in the chest over and over again as I read through God's Word: 1John 1:6; 2:4-6;23 and many more). I was so convicted I showed up to the outreach fifteen minutes early (and if any of you know me, you know that I always run late). The outreach that evening went well because God was there with me all the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made it through Thursday night and now the Highway 20 Outreach was just around the corner. Do you think after the victory I had on Thursday that Satan would leave me alone? No, as the week approached the fears and doubt began. First, Satan attacked me mentally. I had "a gut feeling" - I just knew something was going to go wrong, and then I felt like I wasn't prepared and prayed up enough to be able to be of any help on the outreach. The second attack was physically made on my little dog Levi. He woke up Friday morning with an infected and sore bum, which led to many disagreements between Steve and I. Everything seem to take longer to get packed in the car, we had physical ailments, we were exhausted, upset and just beat up before we ever got out of Oak Harbor. The ride was long and our moods were unsettled. Trying to pray was even a chore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got to the campsite just in time as Brother Geist was finishing up his morning devotion on PB&amp;J (which I heard was excellent). Shortly thereafter, everybody broke into their outreach teams and headed off to their destination. PTL! God was still with me and working on me...despite me. I kept recalling IJohn 1-5, but my nerves were on edge. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We arrived at our destination, received more instruction and then broke off into our teams. Right before we began to leave to go knock on doors, Pastor Sargent says, "and don't forget we are to have conversation with the people". Oh boy. Instantaneously my heart sank to my stomach, my pulse began to beat harder, my breathe got shorter and my mind began racing. I knew one thing for sure and that was I didn't want to disappoint God or my Pastor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that said, I knew that I wasn't going to get away with just handing the people a Gospel tract, now a full-fledged conversation was required. PTL! God knew exactly what I needed. This was the second time he partnered me up with a preteen who didn't want to talk. This forced me to led by example and trust in God alone for the words to say. There were times I experienced a boldness that I had not had before and I knew that it came directly from God. I've walked away from this experience knowing that I need to be ready to give an answer to every man. Now, I just need to do the studying. PTL! That God can take a unworthy vessel like me and still use me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday morning, Pastor Sargent preached on the parable of the mustard seed. He had two points, 1) The mustard seed gospel and 2) The mustard seed faith. The mustard seed is a very tiny seed and all God asks of me is to have faith the size of a mustard seed. "..Lord, I believe; help thou mine unbelief." My faith is little, but each time I go out, my faith gets a little bit bigger, just as a mustard seed would as it grows. PTL! God is so true to his Word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't get the opportunity to take as many pictures as I would have liked to, but what photo's I did take I posted as a slideshow.  Check it out if you get a moment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4601726353127564917-2226222830103106780?l=vaughns64.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaughns64.blogspot.com/feeds/2226222830103106780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4601726353127564917&amp;postID=2226222830103106780&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601726353127564917/posts/default/2226222830103106780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601726353127564917/posts/default/2226222830103106780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaughns64.blogspot.com/2009/06/mustard-seed-faith.html' title='Mustard Seed Faith'/><author><name>Engrafted Lives</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09241959440255434095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/Se-sXC7pThI/AAAAAAAAA8s/unT6vouViD0/S220/We+see+you.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4601726353127564917.post-3607974445475189546</id><published>2009-06-22T14:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T17:05:44.282-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='leprosy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cleaving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marriage'/><title type='text'>Cleaving and Leprosy...huh?</title><content type='html'>Being able to go to the Lord's house on Sunday is always a pleasure and like every Sunday we hear wonderful preaching from God's Word. This past Sunday was no exception. God was in the midst of our services and was very present in the singing, special songs and his spoken Word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday evening Pastor Sargent preached another message from his series on "Biblical View vs World View; this time it related to the institution of marriage, and since we just witnessed Dave and Amber's wedding on Saturday, it was very appropriate. His text came from Genesis 2:24 and it made me anxious to hear what he had to say about this institution. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back in May, I gave a devotion at Amber's bridal shower and my text was Genesis 2:24,as well. God is so good, because I felt like everything the Pastor was led to say, confirmed what I was led to say in my devotion. But, what I found most interesting from Pastor's message last night was the illustration he used to help us understand the cleaving part of Genesis 2:24.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my studies I had likened cleaving to glue or cement; being adhered to, or joined to, one another (like peanut butter and jelly). But the picture Pastor presented last night on cleaving was even better. In 2 Kings 5 Elisha's servant Gehazi is deceitful by taking what is not his and then lying to Elisha about his whereabouts. The Bible tells us in verse 27, "The leprosy therefore of Naaman shall cleave unto thee (Gehazi)...". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leprosy isn't a disease that just sits on the outside of the body, but comes from within the body. There is no separation: the body and disease is one; it is deep within the bones. I know this isn't the most pleasant analogy when you are talking about a marriage, but the concept of cleaving (or the union of two people becoming one) here is perfect. I don't think I know of a better illustration or definition for "cleaving" than this one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just love how God takes his Word and can show us exactly what he means and what he wants for our lives. Pastor's message on the institution of marriage last night was powerful, insightful, and right on. We must take a stand and share with others God's way: his plan and purpose for the institution of marriage. Thanks Pastor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4601726353127564917-3607974445475189546?l=vaughns64.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaughns64.blogspot.com/feeds/3607974445475189546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4601726353127564917&amp;postID=3607974445475189546&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601726353127564917/posts/default/3607974445475189546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601726353127564917/posts/default/3607974445475189546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaughns64.blogspot.com/2009/06/cleaving-and-leprosyhuh.html' title='Cleaving and Leprosy...huh?'/><author><name>Engrafted Lives</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09241959440255434095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/Se-sXC7pThI/AAAAAAAAA8s/unT6vouViD0/S220/We+see+you.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4601726353127564917.post-6125958720346468713</id><published>2009-06-22T12:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T13:05:50.867-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dad'/><title type='text'>A Father's Day Poem</title><content type='html'>A Father means so many things...&lt;br /&gt;An understanding heart,&lt;br /&gt;A source of strength and of support&lt;br /&gt;Right from the very start.&lt;br /&gt;A constant readiness to help&lt;br /&gt;In a kind and thoughtful way.&lt;br /&gt;With encouragement and forgiveness&lt;br /&gt;No matter what comes your way.&lt;br /&gt;A special generosity &lt;br /&gt;And always affection, too&lt;br /&gt;A Father means so many things&lt;br /&gt;When he's a man like you... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Father's Day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you dad for all that you have done for me since the beginning of my life. I love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4601726353127564917-6125958720346468713?l=vaughns64.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaughns64.blogspot.com/feeds/6125958720346468713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4601726353127564917&amp;postID=6125958720346468713&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601726353127564917/posts/default/6125958720346468713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601726353127564917/posts/default/6125958720346468713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaughns64.blogspot.com/2009/06/fathers-day-poem.html' title='A Father&apos;s Day Poem'/><author><name>Engrafted Lives</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09241959440255434095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/Se-sXC7pThI/AAAAAAAAA8s/unT6vouViD0/S220/We+see+you.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4601726353127564917.post-9023840739517327957</id><published>2009-06-22T12:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T12:49:25.185-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vows'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ceremony'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wedding'/><title type='text'>The Two Shall Become One</title><content type='html'>Well on Saturday, June 20th Amber and Dave exchanged vows and became man and wife.  The ceremony was nice and I can't wait to see the pictures John Pendleton Imaging and Photography took from the days event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steve and I tried to take a couple of pictures, but for whatever reason they did not turn out clear.  I don't know if we were anxious or just plain not paying attention.  I know I was more focused on enjoying the ceremony and watching the bride and groom as their eyes met one another. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations to the Bride and Groom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Genesis 2:24 "Therefore shall a man leave his father and his mother, and shall cleave unto his wife: and they shall be one flesh."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4601726353127564917-9023840739517327957?l=vaughns64.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaughns64.blogspot.com/feeds/9023840739517327957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4601726353127564917&amp;postID=9023840739517327957&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601726353127564917/posts/default/9023840739517327957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601726353127564917/posts/default/9023840739517327957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaughns64.blogspot.com/2009/06/wedding-day-event.html' title='The Two Shall Become One'/><author><name>Engrafted Lives</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09241959440255434095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/Se-sXC7pThI/AAAAAAAAA8s/unT6vouViD0/S220/We+see+you.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4601726353127564917.post-1024421011908361684</id><published>2009-06-16T11:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T11:27:36.257-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weather'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='record temperatures'/><title type='text'>Could this be the Record Breaking Year?</title><content type='html'>Beautiful weather abounds and it has been amazing! Did I say A-M-A-Z-I-N-G?! Steve called me while he was on his way to work today, to let me know that this area has gone 27 days without rain. The record is 29 days. Could this be the record breaking year? I wonder. Hmmm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4601726353127564917-1024421011908361684?l=vaughns64.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaughns64.blogspot.com/feeds/1024421011908361684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4601726353127564917&amp;postID=1024421011908361684&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601726353127564917/posts/default/1024421011908361684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601726353127564917/posts/default/1024421011908361684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaughns64.blogspot.com/2009/06/dry-spell.html' title='Could this be the Record Breaking Year?'/><author><name>Engrafted Lives</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09241959440255434095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/Se-sXC7pThI/AAAAAAAAA8s/unT6vouViD0/S220/We+see+you.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4601726353127564917.post-9211144396957644357</id><published>2009-06-05T10:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T10:35:28.988-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sunshine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='warmth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weather'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='temperature'/><title type='text'>Amazing Weather!</title><content type='html'>The weather here on WI has been extremely beautiful!  This is our spring time and usually we get showers, but not these last sixteen days.  I will take in all the sunshine and warmth God will give us. The temps have been hovering around the 75 degree mark and last night after a day in the 80's a cool breeze blew through the house.  It was very nice indeed. Yep, this is my kind of weather.  Usually, I have to fly to Florida a couple of times a years just to get a "fix of warmth" to last me through the dull months. I'll have to admit it is going to be a bit of a downer when the rain comes back, but if we don't get the rain, then we can't be called the evergreen state, now can we. Oh well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4601726353127564917-9211144396957644357?l=vaughns64.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaughns64.blogspot.com/feeds/9211144396957644357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4601726353127564917&amp;postID=9211144396957644357&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601726353127564917/posts/default/9211144396957644357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601726353127564917/posts/default/9211144396957644357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaughns64.blogspot.com/2009/06/amazing-weather.html' title='Amazing Weather!'/><author><name>Engrafted Lives</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09241959440255434095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/Se-sXC7pThI/AAAAAAAAA8s/unT6vouViD0/S220/We+see+you.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4601726353127564917.post-3710116593220226962</id><published>2009-05-30T09:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T09:45:14.610-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Obama'/><title type='text'>An Old Hit...With A Spin On It.</title><content type='html'>Steve was sent this you tube clipping. A Sammy Davis, Jr hit....with a spin on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zhhkF3dqXR0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zhhkF3dqXR0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4601726353127564917-3710116593220226962?l=vaughns64.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaughns64.blogspot.com/feeds/3710116593220226962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4601726353127564917&amp;postID=3710116593220226962&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601726353127564917/posts/default/3710116593220226962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601726353127564917/posts/default/3710116593220226962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaughns64.blogspot.com/2009/05/old-hitwith-spin-on-it.html' title='An Old Hit...With A Spin On It.'/><author><name>Engrafted Lives</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09241959440255434095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/Se-sXC7pThI/AAAAAAAAA8s/unT6vouViD0/S220/We+see+you.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4601726353127564917.post-864855892801480791</id><published>2009-05-29T09:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T12:54:00.146-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Uncle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Teri'/><title type='text'>Needed Time Off</title><content type='html'>On Wednesday May 20th I flew out of Seattle on Southwest Airlines and headed to Chicago. I was able to spend six days with my sister. It was a lot of fun in many respects. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/SiAeyjswHSI/AAAAAAAABRY/PgoHWaNKYGo/s1600-h/DSC00788.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/SiAeyjswHSI/AAAAAAAABRY/PgoHWaNKYGo/s200/DSC00788.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341303011986644258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Thursday I went to work with her and was introduced to all of the people she works with and I was given a tour of admin. Teri works with a lot of nice people and the school she is in, is huge! After introductions, Ter put me to work. Can you believe it? Ter was in charge of putting together a Staff Appreciation Luncheon and I was volunteered to assist her. I was happy to help. We had fun setting up the staff lounge, arranging the food tables and setting up the cookie trays and pop coolers. Teri went all out, with blue and silver table clothes, and stars for centerpieces (their school mascot is the North Stars). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/SiAexPrEbzI/AAAAAAAABQ4/VpUX5vdwv3U/s1600-h/DSC00799.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/SiAexPrEbzI/AAAAAAAABQ4/VpUX5vdwv3U/s200/DSC00799.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341302989431009074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Late Friday afternoon we packed up the TrailBlazer and off we went to Western Iowa. We had a small family reunion planned, but it didn't turn out exactly liked we had hoped for. My Uncle Terry had a heart attack on Wednesday and was flown to Creighton University of Omaha. He was scheduled for open heart surgery Friday morning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday morning we got up and visited with some family and then headed to the hospital, with my folks, to go visit my Uncle. He looked good and was doing as well as could be expected after having a double bypass. We didn't visit long, but it was good to see him. Later that afternoon we headed over to my other Uncle's house. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/SiAexgIJFZI/AAAAAAAABRA/pmAo4X3rlEA/s1600-h/DSC00805.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/SiAexgIJFZI/AAAAAAAABRA/pmAo4X3rlEA/s200/DSC00805.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341302993847915922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uncle Frank and his wife built a house a few years back on some lake front property. The house was amazing and the view is to die for. To my surprise I was able to reunite with my step-cousins, who I had not seen in over 25 years. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/SiAxnisAG_I/AAAAAAAABR4/RnNGJ6WgUBs/s1600-h/DSC00840.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/SiAxnisAG_I/AAAAAAAABR4/RnNGJ6WgUBs/s200/DSC00840.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341323713457429490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/SiAxmxNJ-QI/AAAAAAAABRw/6wxlzSHXxVI/s1600-h/DSC00809.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/SiAxmxNJ-QI/AAAAAAAABRw/6wxlzSHXxVI/s200/DSC00809.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341323700174715138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday, we got up, had some breakfast, and then we all boarded Uncle Frank's pontoon boat. The boat was full and away we went. It was a blast. The lake is feed by the Middle Racoon River.  The deepest part is only 23 feet deep, but in most places only 3 feet deep.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/SiAexzmoB0I/AAAAAAAABRI/fWinYXQnKgM/s1600-h/DSC00837.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/SiAexzmoB0I/AAAAAAAABRI/fWinYXQnKgM/s200/DSC00837.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341302999076046658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the boat ride, we packed up our belongings, took some family pictures and headed back to Teri's. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/SiAvcBsXsBI/AAAAAAAABRo/VJ6liMoEjUM/s1600-h/DSC00843.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/SiAvcBsXsBI/AAAAAAAABRo/VJ6liMoEjUM/s200/DSC00843.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341321316598788114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/SiAeyaYZ5LI/AAAAAAAABRQ/spIlJjeUSC0/s1600-h/DSC00842.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/SiAeyaYZ5LI/AAAAAAAABRQ/spIlJjeUSC0/s200/DSC00842.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341303009485382834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memorial Day was relaxing, Ter took me over to Borders so I could purchase a gift card for my niece's birthday, then we had lunch at Penora's which was yummy, and then we went grocery shopping. In the evening Teri and I played a couple games of Scrabble and then finished the night off by watching a movie with my nieces. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday was spent at the hospital because my sissy had to have a procedure done and then before I knew it, it was time for me to head back to the airport. The weather had turned bad, so my plane left the gate 50 minutes later than it was suppose to. PTL! though, the pilot was able to get us off the ground safely and even managed to get us into Seattle before the original arrival time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steve and Levi picked me up at the airport and we got home around 2am. Wednesday was spent cleaning out rooms and sprucing up the place. We wanted everything to be in order because we had a visiting missionary, from Samoa, and his family staying with us for the evening.  But, by the end of the day, there were still so many things I still needed to do.  So, I decided to stay home one more day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday was not spent indoors like I had planned, but instead I spent 7.5 hours outdoors mowing the lawn, racking and trimming shrubs. Steve had six piles of debris to pick up when he got home. Thankfully, Vicki came out later in the afternoon and took charge of a few shrubs and whipped them into shape. The grounds look a 150% better. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that is what I have been up to for the last week. Now it is back to the daily grind of things.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4601726353127564917-864855892801480791?l=vaughns64.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaughns64.blogspot.com/feeds/864855892801480791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4601726353127564917&amp;postID=864855892801480791&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601726353127564917/posts/default/864855892801480791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601726353127564917/posts/default/864855892801480791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaughns64.blogspot.com/2009/05/needed-time-off.html' title='Needed Time Off'/><author><name>Engrafted Lives</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09241959440255434095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/Se-sXC7pThI/AAAAAAAAA8s/unT6vouViD0/S220/We+see+you.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/SiAeyjswHSI/AAAAAAAABRY/PgoHWaNKYGo/s72-c/DSC00788.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4601726353127564917.post-1475390592474840555</id><published>2009-05-19T11:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T11:38:06.923-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God&apos;s Grace'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='devotion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bridal Shower'/><title type='text'>God's Grace is Sufficient</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/ShMFpU2330I/AAAAAAAABQw/5CHFBiYYpPA/s1600-h/017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/ShMFpU2330I/AAAAAAAABQw/5CHFBiYYpPA/s200/017.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337616190895808322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There have not been to many times I have been asked to give a devotion, so you can imagine my surprise when I was asked to bring a devotion at Amber's Bridal Shower. Immediately, I said, "oh my, uh, well let me pray about it". Well I prayed about this opportunity for a week and was led of the Lord to say "yes". I think I would of pretty much said yes to begin with, but the feelings and different thoughts that went through my mind and body, at that very moment, were fluently speaking "no". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that all I needed to do was be a willing vessel and then let the Lord do the rest; but just thinking about standing in front of the ladies (of whom I knew) caused me to have a shortness of breathe, a dry mouth, and swelling of the throat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So on Saturday, May 16th by and through God's grace I stood before Amber, and the ladies attending, and gave a devotion that was God directed. The devotion was entitled "To Leave and To Cleave". I had three points: The Vows, The Unity Candle and The New Name". My text was Genesis 2:24, "Therefore shall a man leave his father and his mother, and shall cleave unto his wife: and they shall be one flesh." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the most amazing part of the whole devotion was the overall calmness I had after I prayed and began to speak. Sure, I was still nervous, but Sherri had to die to self to let the Lord use her. And, I believe that is exactly what he did. The devotion went well, it wasn't to long and it stirred the ladies hearts. Amen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had asked just a few ladies to pray for me and I must say, I felt their prayers!  I know it was the prayer that was lifted up on my behalf that went before me that afternoon. Thank you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4601726353127564917-1475390592474840555?l=vaughns64.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaughns64.blogspot.com/feeds/1475390592474840555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4601726353127564917&amp;postID=1475390592474840555&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601726353127564917/posts/default/1475390592474840555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601726353127564917/posts/default/1475390592474840555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaughns64.blogspot.com/2009/05/gods-grace-is-sufficient.html' title='God&apos;s Grace is Sufficient'/><author><name>Engrafted Lives</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09241959440255434095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/Se-sXC7pThI/AAAAAAAAA8s/unT6vouViD0/S220/We+see+you.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/ShMFpU2330I/AAAAAAAABQw/5CHFBiYYpPA/s72-c/017.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4601726353127564917.post-4453767066482247467</id><published>2009-05-16T16:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T11:33:24.327-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memorial Day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Armed Forces Day'/><title type='text'>Our American Idols</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/Sg9HrAy2TLI/AAAAAAAABQQ/-wVXiGBiRBk/s1600-h/untitled+2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/Sg9HrAy2TLI/AAAAAAAABQQ/-wVXiGBiRBk/s320/untitled+2.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336562887730547890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memorial Day is much more than a three-day weekend that marks the beginning of summer. To many people, especially the nation's thousands of combat veterans, this day, which has a history stretching back all the way to the Civil War, is an important reminder of those who died in the service of their country (www.history.com)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memorial Day was originally known as Decoration Day because it was a time set aside to honor the nation's Civil War dead by decorating their graves. It was first widely observed on May 30, 1868, to commemorate the sacrifices of Civil War soldiers, by proclamation of General John A. Logan of the Grand Army of the Republic, an organization of former sailors and soldiers. On May 5, 1868, Logan declared in General Order No. 11 that:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 30th of May, 1868, is designated for the purpose of strewing with flowers, or otherwise decorating the graves of comrades who died in defense of their country during the late rebellion, and whose bodies now lie in almost every city, village, and hamlet churchyard in the land. In this observance no form of ceremony is prescribed, but posts and comrades will in their own way arrange such fitting services and testimonials of respect as circumstances may permit (www.history.com)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this Memorial Day, take a moment and remember those who have given their life for our country so that we may have "Life, Liberty and the Pursuit of Hapiness".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4601726353127564917-4453767066482247467?l=vaughns64.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaughns64.blogspot.com/feeds/4453767066482247467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4601726353127564917&amp;postID=4453767066482247467&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601726353127564917/posts/default/4453767066482247467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601726353127564917/posts/default/4453767066482247467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaughns64.blogspot.com/2009/05/our-american-idols.html' title='Our American Idols'/><author><name>Engrafted Lives</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09241959440255434095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/Se-sXC7pThI/AAAAAAAAA8s/unT6vouViD0/S220/We+see+you.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/Sg9HrAy2TLI/AAAAAAAABQQ/-wVXiGBiRBk/s72-c/untitled+2.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4601726353127564917.post-3981803902183183515</id><published>2009-05-15T10:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T10:34:23.805-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cougar Bear'/><title type='text'>Cougar vs Bear</title><content type='html'>This is some amazing footage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TjLCJKoot4U&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TjLCJKoot4U&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4601726353127564917-3981803902183183515?l=vaughns64.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaughns64.blogspot.com/feeds/3981803902183183515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4601726353127564917&amp;postID=3981803902183183515&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601726353127564917/posts/default/3981803902183183515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601726353127564917/posts/default/3981803902183183515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaughns64.blogspot.com/2009/05/cougar-vs-bear.html' title='Cougar vs Bear'/><author><name>Engrafted Lives</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09241959440255434095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/Se-sXC7pThI/AAAAAAAAA8s/unT6vouViD0/S220/We+see+you.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4601726353127564917.post-6327254091780289783</id><published>2009-05-14T14:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T15:53:21.448-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Groomers Levi'/><title type='text'>Tiny Bubbles</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/SgyWVM1k4HI/AAAAAAAABPw/fFFF7x8qoP8/s1600-h/DSC00763.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335804949494554738" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/SgyWVM1k4HI/AAAAAAAABPw/fFFF7x8qoP8/s200/DSC00763.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A new dog grooming place opened up in November of 2008 called Tiny Bubbles Pooch Parlor. Steve and I have been toying around with setting up an appointment for Levi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steve and I are pretty loyal and faithful customers especially, when it comes to our regular dog groomer. Last week Levi was scheduled for his 8 week grooming appointment, but when I got to the Groom-mobile, (this is a dog grooming facility on wheels) the vehicle wasn't there; Levi's groomer was no where around. Immediately, I thought that we must of had the day mixed up, since we usually set his appointments up on Friday's. But when we tried to call the business all we got was the message machine and a series of fast beeps. Hmmm. We tried for a few days with no success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime, my little Levi was looking shabbier and shabbier. So, Steve and I decided to call Tiny Bubbles and set up an appointment for Levi to be groomed. Well today was the day and Levi was taken over to Tiny Bubbles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/SgyXmRhtp3I/AAAAAAAABP4/g9VSvScbn1k/s1600-h/DSC00771.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335806342322825074" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/SgyXmRhtp3I/AAAAAAAABP4/g9VSvScbn1k/s200/DSC00771.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This was not an easy step to take because Levi is my baby and I just don't trust him to anyone. Well as you can see from the picture, he survived. He is kind of snubbing me right now because I left him with a stranger, but he'll be get over it (+/- 24 hours).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The gal who groomed him did a good job. Levi's ears are a little shorter than I like, and a bit uneven, but Levi can get wiggly at times. So I can imagine trimming his ears is not an easy task.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime, until Steve and I can figure out what happened to Levi's normal groomer, we may have to keep bringing him back to Tiny Bubbles. At least it is right around the corner from my store.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4601726353127564917-6327254091780289783?l=vaughns64.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaughns64.blogspot.com/feeds/6327254091780289783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4601726353127564917&amp;postID=6327254091780289783&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601726353127564917/posts/default/6327254091780289783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601726353127564917/posts/default/6327254091780289783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaughns64.blogspot.com/2009/05/new-dog-grooming-place-opened-up-in.html' title='Tiny Bubbles'/><author><name>Engrafted Lives</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09241959440255434095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/Se-sXC7pThI/AAAAAAAAA8s/unT6vouViD0/S220/We+see+you.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/SgyWVM1k4HI/AAAAAAAABPw/fFFF7x8qoP8/s72-c/DSC00763.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4601726353127564917.post-8989773647091267811</id><published>2009-05-06T15:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T17:28:35.859-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mother&apos;s Day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mom'/><title type='text'>Mom.....You're One of A Kind to Me.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/SgIqpl3e1pI/AAAAAAAABOY/6oiR0__k8bE/s1600-h/Oops,+I%27m+not+Yellow.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332871802787911314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/SgIqpl3e1pI/AAAAAAAABOY/6oiR0__k8bE/s200/Oops,+I%27m+not+Yellow.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Nobody's Like You, Mom&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody's quite like you, Mom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You're special in every way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You cheer me up, you fill my cup&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;With tenderness, come what may.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody loves me like you, Mom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No matter what I do,Good or bad, happy or sad,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You support me; You always come through.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody's equal to you, Mom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;With you in my life, I'm blessed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love you so, and I want you to know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I think you're the very best!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Joanna Fuchs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4601726353127564917-8989773647091267811?l=vaughns64.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaughns64.blogspot.com/feeds/8989773647091267811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4601726353127564917&amp;postID=8989773647091267811&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601726353127564917/posts/default/8989773647091267811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601726353127564917/posts/default/8989773647091267811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaughns64.blogspot.com/2009/05/momyoure-one-of-kind-to-me.html' title='Mom.....You&apos;re One of A Kind to Me.....'/><author><name>Engrafted Lives</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09241959440255434095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/Se-sXC7pThI/AAAAAAAAA8s/unT6vouViD0/S220/We+see+you.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/SgIqpl3e1pI/AAAAAAAABOY/6oiR0__k8bE/s72-c/Oops,+I%27m+not+Yellow.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4601726353127564917.post-712040431702669526</id><published>2009-04-30T22:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T10:17:33.285-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Backyard'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Levi. Tulips'/><title type='text'>I can say it in "Four Words".....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/SfqC9_qUV0I/AAAAAAAABNo/YL3flgKlp28/s1600-h/DSC00741.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330717110518961986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/SfqC9_qUV0I/AAAAAAAABNo/YL3flgKlp28/s200/DSC00741.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; He is so cute!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;     I can't help myself, is it becoming a sickness, or do I have too much time on my hands? Maybe a little bit of both. Over the last couple of days I have thoroughly enjoyed blogging. I know my family and friends might think I have gone a little coo-coo, blogging about horses and cows and all and now Levi, again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;     Could you only imagine what I would be talking about or taking pictures of if I had actually had children? Levi is my boy, my pride and joy and I love to take pictures of him. Sometimes he is reluctant, but most of the time he doesn't mind being a ham. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;     Tonight I was out in the backyard taking some updated shots of my tulips. These beautiful red tulips have done very well, but they are almost spent. Levi just happened to be sniffing in that general direction, when I caught him and set him amongst the tulips. He really didn't want to look into the camera's eye, until I said the magic word, TREAT! Yep, that got his attention. I know it is a sickness, but I just can't help myself. I think he is the cutest little white dog ever!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4601726353127564917-712040431702669526?l=vaughns64.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaughns64.blogspot.com/feeds/712040431702669526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4601726353127564917&amp;postID=712040431702669526&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601726353127564917/posts/default/712040431702669526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601726353127564917/posts/default/712040431702669526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaughns64.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-can-say-it-in-four-words.html' title='I can say it in &quot;Four Words&quot;.....'/><author><name>Engrafted Lives</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09241959440255434095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/Se-sXC7pThI/AAAAAAAAA8s/unT6vouViD0/S220/We+see+you.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/SfqC9_qUV0I/AAAAAAAABNo/YL3flgKlp28/s72-c/DSC00741.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4601726353127564917.post-4469817444517545306</id><published>2009-04-30T14:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T16:31:51.993-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cows'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cattle'/><title type='text'>Mooo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/SfojgChJcgI/AAAAAAAABLA/4huwYbXjBuY/s1600-h/DSC00728.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330612142285091330" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/SfojgChJcgI/AAAAAAAABLA/4huwYbXjBuY/s200/DSC00728.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On the way back from church last night this calf was drinking milk from the mama cow. I came to a screeching halt, backed up and decided to take a few pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't seem to stop taking pictures of animals. Spring time is a wonderful time because there are always new births. Obviously, the calf in this picture is not a newborn, but is still very cute. Unfortunately, one day she will be meat on the table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These cows are just two of the 500 head of cattle owned by the 3 Sisters Cattle Company here in Oak Harbor. 3 Sisters Cattle Company is a grass fed/finished beef operation that has been a family business for over 100 years. 100 years, amazing! This company uses no growth hormones or antibiotics and their meat is USDA certified. It is nice to know that you can get beef without all of the extra stuff. They actually sell their beef at our local Farmers Market in Coupeville and Bayview. You can also purchase meat directly from them as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is quite a story about the 3 Sisters Cattle Company and if you are just dieing to know how their journey began then head over to their website at &lt;a href="http://www.3sistersbeef.com/"&gt;http://www.3sistersbeef.com/&lt;/a&gt; and poke around.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4601726353127564917-4469817444517545306?l=vaughns64.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaughns64.blogspot.com/feeds/4469817444517545306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4601726353127564917&amp;postID=4469817444517545306&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601726353127564917/posts/default/4469817444517545306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601726353127564917/posts/default/4469817444517545306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaughns64.blogspot.com/2009/04/mooo.html' title='Mooo'/><author><name>Engrafted Lives</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09241959440255434095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/Se-sXC7pThI/AAAAAAAAA8s/unT6vouViD0/S220/We+see+you.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/SfojgChJcgI/AAAAAAAABLA/4huwYbXjBuY/s72-c/DSC00728.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4601726353127564917.post-7349253096004879596</id><published>2009-04-30T11:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T11:35:32.879-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love language'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mate'/><title type='text'>The Five Love Languages</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/SfnvXBZnzLI/AAAAAAAABKo/zm2SxSDdtgY/s1600-h/FLL-New%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330554812761623730" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 96px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 144px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/SfnvXBZnzLI/AAAAAAAABKo/zm2SxSDdtgY/s200/FLL-New%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If you have never read Gary Chapman's, "The Five Love Languages: How to Express Heartfelt Commitment to Your Mate", you must. This is an easy book to read (read in one day) and understand , and with a little hard work, it can be put into practice (a lifetime). You may be saying, there is nothing wrong with my marriage, why do I need to read this book? My answer: Because your marriage and your mate is worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(For those of you who are not married, Dr. Chapman has a book out entitled, "The Five Love Languages for Singles".)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You can get a copy of this book, new or used, at Amazon.com, just click on the link: &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/"&gt;http://www.amazon.com/&lt;/a&gt; as well as any of the other twenty books he has published so far. You can go directly to Dr. Gary Chapman's website at &lt;a href="http://www.garychapman.org/products.htm"&gt;http://www.garychapman.org/products.htm&lt;/a&gt; to find out more.&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/4601726353127564917-7349253096004879596?l=vaughns64.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaughns64.blogspot.com/feeds/7349253096004879596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4601726353127564917&amp;postID=7349253096004879596&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601726353127564917/posts/default/7349253096004879596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601726353127564917/posts/default/7349253096004879596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaughns64.blogspot.com/2009/04/five-love-languages.html' title='The Five Love Languages'/><author><name>Engrafted Lives</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09241959440255434095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/Se-sXC7pThI/AAAAAAAAA8s/unT6vouViD0/S220/We+see+you.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/SfnvXBZnzLI/AAAAAAAABKo/zm2SxSDdtgY/s72-c/FLL-New%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4601726353127564917.post-1297171522776991718</id><published>2009-04-28T17:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T18:25:37.254-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tulips'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vicki'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coffee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tulip fields'/><title type='text'>Tulips All Around</title><content type='html'>As promised, here are a few pictures of the tulip fields. Vicki asked me Sunday night if I wanted to go out to the Tulip Fields. After conferring with Steve and his ever-changing tutoring schedule, we decided the best time to leave would be right after I closed my store Monday night. The last time I had been to the Tulip Fields was back in 2004 with Vicki and Trish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We first stopped off and got a coffee (a must) and then away we went. Once we got into Mt. Vernon, Vicki showed me the new round about, and around and around we went. Once we got out of the round about we headed down the road to check out the tulips. We ended up taking pictures of two different fields (as usual I have some pics out of order, and since this was my fourth attempt to get them uploaded I am not going to redo it). To see more pictures of the tulip fields check out my slide show, "Flowers Abound".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/Sfek_lCidoI/AAAAAAAABKI/W_6mwqnZJ3Y/s1600-h/Vicki+and+I.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329910096197744258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/Sfek_lCidoI/AAAAAAAABKI/W_6mwqnZJ3Y/s200/Vicki+and+I.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This picture is obviously Vicki and I. Some guy asked us if we wanted him to take our picture and of course I said yes. You can't go to the tulip fields and not have your picture taken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/Sfek_e9kK_I/AAAAAAAABKA/YBjnZ4aXJs0/s1600-h/Closer+shot+of+Yellow+and+Red+Tulips.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329910094566271986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/Sfek_e9kK_I/AAAAAAAABKA/YBjnZ4aXJs0/s200/Closer+shot+of+Yellow+and+Red+Tulips.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This was the first field we stopped at. The field is owned by RoozenGaarde, a division of Washington Bulb Company, Inc. This field was primarily lined with yellow and red tulips for what seemed like miles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/Sfek_N6fb4I/AAAAAAAABJ4/-MKFzawMHjc/s1600-h/Tulips+and+Old+Farm.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329910089989975938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/Sfek_N6fb4I/AAAAAAAABJ4/-MKFzawMHjc/s200/Tulips+and+Old+Farm.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This was the second field we went to. I am not sure who owns this field, but the tulips here seemed to be more vibrant. There were red/white tulips, pink/light pink tulips, and purple tulips everywhere. It was absolutely beautiful. God is a wonderful artist!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/Sfek-znGBAI/AAAAAAAABJw/KbjayWvwWcE/s1600-h/Tulip+and+Road.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329910082929296386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/Sfek-znGBAI/AAAAAAAABJw/KbjayWvwWcE/s200/Tulip+and+Road.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This was one of the roads we were walking on to get to the rows of tulips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/Sfek-UKgwLI/AAAAAAAABJo/roLxKhpa9n0/s1600-h/Clouds+moving+in.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329910074487914674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/Sfek-UKgwLI/AAAAAAAABJo/roLxKhpa9n0/s200/Clouds+moving+in.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; As the hour went by, the wind was picking up and the clouds were moving in. Although I took several pictures of the tulip fields, I've never been there on a cloudy day. It makes taking pictures a little more challenging.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We also wanted to stop in at Tulip Town, but they were already closed for the evening. I don't know if I'll make it back there, but if there is anyone out there that wants to go to Tulip Town, they will be open until May 10, daytime hours only.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well that about sums up our little adventure. All in all it was a fun and relaxing evening. Thanks Vicki for inviting me. I had a great time!&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/4601726353127564917-1297171522776991718?l=vaughns64.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaughns64.blogspot.com/feeds/1297171522776991718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4601726353127564917&amp;postID=1297171522776991718&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601726353127564917/posts/default/1297171522776991718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601726353127564917/posts/default/1297171522776991718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaughns64.blogspot.com/2009/04/tulips-all-around.html' title='Tulips All Around'/><author><name>Engrafted Lives</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09241959440255434095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/Se-sXC7pThI/AAAAAAAAA8s/unT6vouViD0/S220/We+see+you.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/Sfek_lCidoI/AAAAAAAABKI/W_6mwqnZJ3Y/s72-c/Vicki+and+I.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4601726353127564917.post-9029351953925210120</id><published>2009-04-28T15:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T15:56:40.682-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Horses'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tulip fields'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Colt'/><title type='text'>Colt and Mama Horse</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Yesterday I had the opportunity to go off island with Vicki and head over to Mt Vernon to see the Tulip Fields. Another post will follow with some pictures of the fields. In the meantime, on our way from one tulip field to another we saw these horses. When we first caught sight of them the baby horse was feeding, but as soon as I got out of the car to take a picture he moved away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;In just moments I was able to take a few shots of these wonderful looking creatures. I wish the mama horse would of turned around and smiled. It would of made for nicer pictures. Oh well.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/SfeFLXqQIWI/AAAAAAAABJg/irmc7ARBzFI/s1600-h/Baby+and+Mama+V.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329875114392559970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/SfeFLXqQIWI/AAAAAAAABJg/irmc7ARBzFI/s200/Baby+and+Mama+V.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This would of been a really cute shot had I moved a little quicker. The colt was backing up to his mama and sticking his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;bootie&lt;/span&gt; right underneath her belly and rubbing. I think he had an itch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/SfeFK1SIaLI/AAAAAAAABJY/_1lk1lu-2-I/s1600-h/Baby+and+Mama+IV.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329875105164585138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/SfeFK1SIaLI/AAAAAAAABJY/_1lk1lu-2-I/s200/Baby+and+Mama+IV.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Vicki and I thought he was heading back for more food, but he changed his mind at the last minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/SfeFK03p1sI/AAAAAAAABJQ/lqrIYuWdF6c/s1600-h/Baby+and+Mama+III.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329875105053529794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/SfeFK03p1sI/AAAAAAAABJQ/lqrIYuWdF6c/s200/Baby+and+Mama+III.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Just strolling around mama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/SfeFKaGc9fI/AAAAAAAABJI/G3okxCeppp0/s1600-h/Baby+and+Mama+II.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329875097867843058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/SfeFKaGc9fI/AAAAAAAABJI/G3okxCeppp0/s200/Baby+and+Mama+II.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Just hanging out with his mama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/SfeFKMZF1mI/AAAAAAAABJA/Ai_2CGZdfQI/s1600-h/Baby+and+Mama.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329875094187923042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/SfeFKMZF1mI/AAAAAAAABJA/Ai_2CGZdfQI/s200/Baby+and+Mama.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This shoot came seconds after the colt pulled away from his mama eating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It was a lot of fun to stop and take pictures of these horses. They really are a majestic animal and are absolutely a wonder to watch in their environment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4601726353127564917-9029351953925210120?l=vaughns64.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaughns64.blogspot.com/feeds/9029351953925210120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4601726353127564917&amp;postID=9029351953925210120&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601726353127564917/posts/default/9029351953925210120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601726353127564917/posts/default/9029351953925210120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaughns64.blogspot.com/2009/04/colt-and-mama-horse.html' title='Colt and Mama Horse'/><author><name>Engrafted Lives</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09241959440255434095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/Se-sXC7pThI/AAAAAAAAA8s/unT6vouViD0/S220/We+see+you.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/SfeFLXqQIWI/AAAAAAAABJg/irmc7ARBzFI/s72-c/Baby+and+Mama+V.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4601726353127564917.post-4000793849074422641</id><published>2009-04-25T11:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T13:10:50.972-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='surprise'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Carolyn'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Surprise! Blessings Abound</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/SfNZp1WI9PI/AAAAAAAAA9k/96692ZJ3h7k/s1600-h/DSC00684.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328701359338878194" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/SfNZp1WI9PI/AAAAAAAAA9k/96692ZJ3h7k/s200/DSC00684.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; All it takes is one person to ask, "What are we doing for Carolyn's Birthday?" (Sandi), one unknowing subject (Carolyn), one master planner (Kali) and one master deceiver (Sherri). When you put all these elements together what do you get? A SURPRISE 30TH BIRTHDAY PARTY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kali and I had the best time planning a birthday party for Carolyn. Yes she turned the BIG 30 and her friends were eager to join in the fun and make her day special. We had 23 ladies meet up at El Cazador's Mexican Restaurant Friday night for the big surprise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two blessings came out of this for me, that I wasn't expecting. The first blessing is that I was given the opportunity to work beside Kali and actually get to know her. She is quite the young lady.  God has blessed her with the hospitality gift; she is gracious and likes to have fun.  Sandi and I think she should become an Event/Wedding Planner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second blessing came from the ladies that attended the event. We wanted to make a dream of Carolyn's come true, so we all pitched in and purchased her a tandem jump at Snohomish SkyDive. Can you believe it? That crazy girl wants to jump out of a perfectly good airplane. Anyways, we ended up collecting enough money to pay for the entire jump with video, and her dinner. The love shown for Carolyn is the real blessing here.  Everybody gave willingly to make one persons dream come true. That just blesses my soul and  pegs out my joy meter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psa 32:11 "Be glad in the LORD, and rejoice, ye righteous: and shout for joy, all ye that are upright in heart. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't be posting any pictures of the event or the video I recorded because I want Carolyn to be able to blog about it on her blogger. So be on the look out for the whole kit 'n kaboodle at &lt;a href="http://covegirl79.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://covegirl79.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A big thank you for all of you who came out and made Carolyn's day special and for the love that you showed her. I know without a shadow of a doubt she was overwhelmed and touched by your thoughtfulness and generosity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rom 12:10 "Be kindly affectioned one to another with brotherly love; in honour preferring one another;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1Th 3:12 "And the Lord make you to increase and abound in love one toward another, and toward all men, even as we do toward you: "&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4601726353127564917-4000793849074422641?l=vaughns64.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaughns64.blogspot.com/feeds/4000793849074422641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4601726353127564917&amp;postID=4000793849074422641&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601726353127564917/posts/default/4000793849074422641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601726353127564917/posts/default/4000793849074422641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaughns64.blogspot.com/2009/04/surprise-blessings-abound.html' title='Surprise! Blessings Abound'/><author><name>Engrafted Lives</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09241959440255434095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/Se-sXC7pThI/AAAAAAAAA8s/unT6vouViD0/S220/We+see+you.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/SfNZp1WI9PI/AAAAAAAAA9k/96692ZJ3h7k/s72-c/DSC00684.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4601726353127564917.post-6627001154459425259</id><published>2009-04-23T16:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T17:35:06.624-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SPS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Flowers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Zawkane&apos;s'/><title type='text'>Zawkane's, SPS and Flowers</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/SfEHe49x8SI/AAAAAAAAA9c/0a8sKherfqo/s1600-h/DSC00663.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328048061424988450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/SfEHe49x8SI/AAAAAAAAA9c/0a8sKherfqo/s200/DSC00663.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tulips, Roses, Carnations just to name a few, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;help me feel happy and not so blue.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The colors alone are vivid and bright,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;making Springtime come alive and the days a delight. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I must admit, I love flowers and I really love to take pictures of them. These particular flowers are a mixture that came from the Zawkane's and last months Secret Prayer Sister. They fit so perfectly together I couldn't resist keeping them separated. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Speaking about the Zawkane's...I wish I had been smart enough Saturday evening to remember to take a picture of the group, but our church has a ministry, for all those who are 50 years and older, called The Zawkane's. This past Saturday they held a progressive dinner. My husband and I, along with two other families were to host them for the evening. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The meal started at our house; we were charged with preparing the salad. Then the group moved over to Bro. Matt and Sister Sandy's house for the main course. I heard it was Spaghetti and Cattitorie. Finally, they ended up at Bro. Solomon and Sister Tess's house for dessert. During the visit, the men brought a charge to the Zawkane's on how they can still be used of God. The word is that all the devotions tied together which is of God only, since the men did not call one another, nor do they have telepathic abilities. The evening was fun and full of energy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Lastly, I also want to thank Susan for the beautiful yellow tulips she gave me at the Ladies Bible Fellowship (LBF). They are absolutely stunning. Your gifts, kindess and prayers this past month have been greatly appreciated. Thank you so much. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Maybe I will put together a short slideshow of all the flower pictures I have taken over the last few years.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4601726353127564917-6627001154459425259?l=vaughns64.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaughns64.blogspot.com/feeds/6627001154459425259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4601726353127564917&amp;postID=6627001154459425259&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601726353127564917/posts/default/6627001154459425259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601726353127564917/posts/default/6627001154459425259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaughns64.blogspot.com/2009/04/zawkanes-sps-and-flowers.html' title='Zawkane&apos;s, SPS and Flowers'/><author><name>Engrafted Lives</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09241959440255434095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/Se-sXC7pThI/AAAAAAAAA8s/unT6vouViD0/S220/We+see+you.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/SfEHe49x8SI/AAAAAAAAA9c/0a8sKherfqo/s72-c/DSC00663.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4601726353127564917.post-2743496262922764365</id><published>2009-04-14T22:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T06:47:58.755-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Song'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Luncheon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shannon'/><title type='text'>Island Girl's Song Request</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-3b9d8e929bcef682" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v16.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D3b9d8e929bcef682%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331262851%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5881CFD5482906AB9E14F06A86C74183919B112C.4700BC096A91BA62030DDF40115D55A5BE34BE9C%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D3b9d8e929bcef682%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dpn54aUOphLaY4D-dkfytPBD5eHc&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v16.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D3b9d8e929bcef682%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331262851%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5881CFD5482906AB9E14F06A86C74183919B112C.4700BC096A91BA62030DDF40115D55A5BE34BE9C%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D3b9d8e929bcef682%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dpn54aUOphLaY4D-dkfytPBD5eHc&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The song in this video was retooled by our very own Island Girl. The song was sung and dedicated to Shannon at her going away luncheon this past Saturday.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4601726353127564917-2743496262922764365?l=vaughns64.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=3b9d8e929bcef682&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaughns64.blogspot.com/feeds/2743496262922764365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4601726353127564917&amp;postID=2743496262922764365&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601726353127564917/posts/default/2743496262922764365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601726353127564917/posts/default/2743496262922764365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaughns64.blogspot.com/2009/04/island-girls-song-request.html' title='Island Girl&apos;s Song Request'/><author><name>Engrafted Lives</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09241959440255434095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/Se-sXC7pThI/AAAAAAAAA8s/unT6vouViD0/S220/We+see+you.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4601726353127564917.post-3402956503207048097</id><published>2009-04-11T21:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T22:14:17.448-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Skit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Good Samaritan'/><title type='text'>The Good Samaritan Texas Style</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-ae0bbf95d76e8adb" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v5.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dae0bbf95d76e8adb%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331262851%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6498097A4B7CC71E1E57F64EDD2E4A197C63025F.14726495B974D82CF2FBF6AFB2E52F1F2D46B7D6%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dae0bbf95d76e8adb%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DgzbIJxfiF5fHvvewbmQaFBPG4X4&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v5.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dae0bbf95d76e8adb%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331262851%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6498097A4B7CC71E1E57F64EDD2E4A197C63025F.14726495B974D82CF2FBF6AFB2E52F1F2D46B7D6%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dae0bbf95d76e8adb%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DgzbIJxfiF5fHvvewbmQaFBPG4X4&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This afternoon we had a going away luncheon for our Pastor's wife, Shannon.  This is one of the skits that the young ladies of our church put on today.  Pastor and his wife are moving to Lubbock, Texas. (Sorry about the volume, it is kind of hard to hear the words, but the actions of the actors should give you a good idea about what is going on).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4601726353127564917-3402956503207048097?l=vaughns64.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=ae0bbf95d76e8adb&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaughns64.blogspot.com/feeds/3402956503207048097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4601726353127564917&amp;postID=3402956503207048097&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601726353127564917/posts/default/3402956503207048097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601726353127564917/posts/default/3402956503207048097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaughns64.blogspot.com/2009/04/good-samaritan-texas-style.html' title='The Good Samaritan Texas Style'/><author><name>Engrafted Lives</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09241959440255434095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/Se-sXC7pThI/AAAAAAAAA8s/unT6vouViD0/S220/We+see+you.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4601726353127564917.post-5582702553221069830</id><published>2009-04-08T11:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T12:04:35.498-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Auto'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chevy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mom'/><title type='text'>Mom's New Ride</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/Sdz0ph5yBwI/AAAAAAAAA8E/r3OLtF-NTE4/s1600-h/Mom%27s+roses+and+new+car+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322397853957621506" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 151px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/Sdz0ph5yBwI/AAAAAAAAA8E/r3OLtF-NTE4/s200/Mom%27s+roses+and+new+car+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Looks like my dad took the plunge and purchased a new 2009 Chevy Equinox for mom.  She looks great  and even looks good behind the wheel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is probably the last car they plan on purchasing and since they don't drive all that much, it should last over the next decade or so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy your new ride mom!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4601726353127564917-5582702553221069830?l=vaughns64.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaughns64.blogspot.com/feeds/5582702553221069830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4601726353127564917&amp;postID=5582702553221069830&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601726353127564917/posts/default/5582702553221069830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601726353127564917/posts/default/5582702553221069830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaughns64.blogspot.com/2009/04/moms-new-ride.html' title='Mom&apos;s New Ride'/><author><name>Engrafted Lives</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09241959440255434095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/Se-sXC7pThI/AAAAAAAAA8s/unT6vouViD0/S220/We+see+you.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/Sdz0ph5yBwI/AAAAAAAAA8E/r3OLtF-NTE4/s72-c/Mom%27s+roses+and+new+car+006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4601726353127564917.post-8935976010811054503</id><published>2009-04-06T12:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T14:59:30.359-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bunny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='playing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Levi'/><title type='text'>Levi and his bunny</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Levi loves to play with his toys and his bunny is one of his favorite stuffed animals. I am definitely an amateur when it comes to making video's, as a matter of fact, this is my first one, so please forgive me for the poor quality. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-28684a0beee3101" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v7.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D028684a0beee3101%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331262851%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D119ACD6956C30C8F880C800FF385B17B854F7121.42DF152288D314D1A6268D1DF1AC7C1C2703DE57%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D28684a0beee3101%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DdDifgBbOK3h8I5q9NdiSSlQmsGI&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v7.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D028684a0beee3101%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331262851%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D119ACD6956C30C8F880C800FF385B17B854F7121.42DF152288D314D1A6268D1DF1AC7C1C2703DE57%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D28684a0beee3101%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DdDifgBbOK3h8I5q9NdiSSlQmsGI&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4601726353127564917-8935976010811054503?l=vaughns64.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=28684a0beee3101&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaughns64.blogspot.com/feeds/8935976010811054503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4601726353127564917&amp;postID=8935976010811054503&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601726353127564917/posts/default/8935976010811054503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601726353127564917/posts/default/8935976010811054503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaughns64.blogspot.com/2009/04/levi-and-his-bunny.html' title='Levi and his bunny'/><author><name>Engrafted Lives</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09241959440255434095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/Se-sXC7pThI/AAAAAAAAA8s/unT6vouViD0/S220/We+see+you.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4601726353127564917.post-6573862368199283854</id><published>2009-04-06T11:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T12:57:52.990-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Awards'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Honour'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='American Red Cross'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Heroes'/><title type='text'>12th Annual ARC Fundraiser</title><content type='html'>Every year the Island County American Red Cross puts on their annual fundraiser, which honours local &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;heroes&lt;/span&gt; of Island County. This was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ARC's&lt;/span&gt; 12&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; annual Heroes Event and by far one of the best. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/SdpUwLGKrkI/AAAAAAAAA78/B3ZQ5vi6-SI/s1600-h/DSC00601.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321659096280772162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/SdpUwLGKrkI/AAAAAAAAA78/B3ZQ5vi6-SI/s200/DSC00601.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; In this picture Steve was tasked with the opening words for the event. Standing beside him is Chuck Morrison from Snohomish County and T.J. Harmon, our very own Island County ARC Executive Director.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/SdpUv5zx33I/AAAAAAAAA70/uIBElHqiV_U/s1600-h/DSC00598.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321659091640246130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/SdpUv5zx33I/AAAAAAAAA70/uIBElHqiV_U/s200/DSC00598.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The picture above and below are of some of the people that attended the event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/SdpUvq_rDQI/AAAAAAAAA7s/MtWjoXyF-go/s1600-h/DSC00597.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321659087663598850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/SdpUvq_rDQI/AAAAAAAAA7s/MtWjoXyF-go/s200/DSC00597.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The room was packed with guests that enjoyed the meal, entertainment and most importantly, the stories of our lcoal 2008 Heroes. The recipents for this years event were two men from the Sheriff's Department, one little boy, who helped saved his older brother's life, and our own NAS Whidbey's SAR Team. Each were very deserving of the honour and award given to them this night.&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/4601726353127564917-6573862368199283854?l=vaughns64.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaughns64.blogspot.com/feeds/6573862368199283854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4601726353127564917&amp;postID=6573862368199283854&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601726353127564917/posts/default/6573862368199283854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601726353127564917/posts/default/6573862368199283854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaughns64.blogspot.com/2009/04/12th-annual-arc-fundraiser.html' title='12th Annual ARC Fundraiser'/><author><name>Engrafted Lives</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09241959440255434095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/Se-sXC7pThI/AAAAAAAAA8s/unT6vouViD0/S220/We+see+you.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/SdpUwLGKrkI/AAAAAAAAA78/B3ZQ5vi6-SI/s72-c/DSC00601.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4601726353127564917.post-901872899624207486</id><published>2009-04-02T09:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T10:40:16.900-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='speeding'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='economy'/><title type='text'>Things are looking bad...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I received these two emails over the last 48 hours and thought they were cute. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;GOT STOPPED FOR SPEEDING THE OTHER DAY. I THOUGHT I COULD TALK MY WAY OUT OF IT UNTIL THE COP LOOKED AT MY DOG IN THE BACK SEAT...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/SdTtPqzRN0I/AAAAAAAAA7k/01vcoywVVho/s1600-h/speeding+ticket.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320137913274545986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 114px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/SdTtPqzRN0I/AAAAAAAAA7k/01vcoywVVho/s200/speeding+ticket.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; One sign you are driving too fast...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;(You'll have to enlarge the picture to see the claw marks on the seat)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;HOW BAD IS THE ECONOMY? IT IS DEFINITELY GETTING VERY BAD....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/SdTs5zWp7bI/AAAAAAAAA7c/EAFIa2rA2f4/s1600-h/economy.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320137537613327794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/SdTs5zWp7bI/AAAAAAAAA7c/EAFIa2rA2f4/s200/economy.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (Cat's are so dramatic) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;What is amazing about this picture is that the dog actually could be Joey's double. Joey looked that way when he was around 3 or 4 years old. Kind of makes me sad...I miss him so.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4601726353127564917-901872899624207486?l=vaughns64.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaughns64.blogspot.com/feeds/901872899624207486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4601726353127564917&amp;postID=901872899624207486&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601726353127564917/posts/default/901872899624207486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601726353127564917/posts/default/901872899624207486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaughns64.blogspot.com/2009/04/things-are-looking-bad.html' title='Things are looking bad...'/><author><name>Engrafted Lives</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09241959440255434095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/Se-sXC7pThI/AAAAAAAAA8s/unT6vouViD0/S220/We+see+you.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/SdTtPqzRN0I/AAAAAAAAA7k/01vcoywVVho/s72-c/speeding+ticket.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4601726353127564917.post-6359366578832827658</id><published>2009-03-26T15:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T12:44:27.672-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marley and Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DVD'/><title type='text'>Marley &amp; Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317630640100182498" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/ScwE5KXnieI/AAAAAAAAA7U/Kf2dP3ldH8s/s200/51qPUcyjqSL._SL500_AA240_%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Marley &amp;amp; Me is hitting the shelves on March 31st&lt;br /&gt;and I'm planning on purchasing the DVD! Yeah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4601726353127564917-6359366578832827658?l=vaughns64.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaughns64.blogspot.com/feeds/6359366578832827658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4601726353127564917&amp;postID=6359366578832827658&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601726353127564917/posts/default/6359366578832827658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601726353127564917/posts/default/6359366578832827658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaughns64.blogspot.com/2009/03/marley-me.html' title='Marley &amp; Me'/><author><name>Engrafted Lives</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09241959440255434095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/Se-sXC7pThI/AAAAAAAAA8s/unT6vouViD0/S220/We+see+you.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/ScwE5KXnieI/AAAAAAAAA7U/Kf2dP3ldH8s/s72-c/51qPUcyjqSL._SL500_AA240_%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4601726353127564917.post-1738015268216235520</id><published>2009-03-25T15:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T16:12:52.484-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hummingbirds'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lazy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hummers'/><title type='text'>A day in the life of a Hummer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/Scqv6Xeu73I/AAAAAAAAA7M/ZrGFIEXIICM/s1600-h/Hummer.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317255727334485874" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/Scqv6Xeu73I/AAAAAAAAA7M/ZrGFIEXIICM/s200/Hummer.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Steve and I are advid bird watchers, or at least from our backyard. This winter we have had the opportunity to watch over one lone ranger hummingbird, who for whatever reason didn't make his journey south. So we took extra care and made sure he had sugar water through out the winter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I know that most hummingbirds look the same, but this particular fellow is a little more "plump" than the rest of the hummers that arrived to our feeders a couple of weeks ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I am kind of thinking this is the feller who stayed throughout the winter. The most interesting thing about this particular bird, is that for a hummer he is lazy. He just sits and watches. He doesn't fly around at quick speeds from one end of the yard to the other, nor is he timid and shy (I hope he doesn't become our neighbor's cat's next meal). He just sits and sits and sits. It is hard to say this, but for a hummingbird he is kind of lazy. Nonetheless, he sat long enough for me to take his photo (not a great picture, but trying to take a picture of a small bird in the midst of trees, from inside the house, is not an easy task).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, since I had nothing else interesting going on in my life right now to blog about, I thought I'd tell you about this little bird.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4601726353127564917-1738015268216235520?l=vaughns64.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaughns64.blogspot.com/feeds/1738015268216235520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4601726353127564917&amp;postID=1738015268216235520&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601726353127564917/posts/default/1738015268216235520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601726353127564917/posts/default/1738015268216235520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaughns64.blogspot.com/2009/03/day-in-life-of-hummer.html' title='A day in the life of a Hummer'/><author><name>Engrafted Lives</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09241959440255434095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/Se-sXC7pThI/AAAAAAAAA8s/unT6vouViD0/S220/We+see+you.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/Scqv6Xeu73I/AAAAAAAAA7M/ZrGFIEXIICM/s72-c/Hummer.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4601726353127564917.post-8617677467559332975</id><published>2009-03-22T15:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T15:49:20.299-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Levi'/><title type='text'>The Camera's Eye</title><content type='html'>Every once in a while my camera and I don't see eye to eye, and when that happens, I get some unusual shots. Here are two shots that I found really cool and unique.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first one is called "The Ghost of Levi Past". Steve and Levi were playing ball together and when they play ball, Levi's concentration level soars high and he moves super quick; thus the picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/Sca10llV06I/AAAAAAAAA7E/7_DF4-5cUIA/s1600-h/DSC00447.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316136325204005794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/Sca10llV06I/AAAAAAAAA7E/7_DF4-5cUIA/s200/DSC00447.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Ghost of Levi Past&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;This next shot was purely accidental. I was on my way home one night and I was trying to take a picture of the dense fog, but this is what I got instead. Can you guess what it is? I'll check back in a bit and share the answer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/Sca10CI2TFI/AAAAAAAAA68/-0Myd_5gSkw/s1600-h/DSC00337.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316136315689258066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/Sca10CI2TFI/AAAAAAAAA68/-0Myd_5gSkw/s200/DSC00337.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I've always enjoyed taking pictures, I just wish I was a little better at it. Occasionally though, I'll get a shot or two, like these, that I really wasn't expecting. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The answer: Is it a lighting bolt? No, is it a street light? Yes. The fog was heavy and moving quickly under the street post. I took the shot and then in the midst of the shot, my camera battery died. Pretty awesome, huh? Thanks for guessing, that was fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4601726353127564917-8617677467559332975?l=vaughns64.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaughns64.blogspot.com/feeds/8617677467559332975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4601726353127564917&amp;postID=8617677467559332975&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601726353127564917/posts/default/8617677467559332975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601726353127564917/posts/default/8617677467559332975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaughns64.blogspot.com/2009/03/every-once-in-while-my-camera-and-i.html' title='The Camera&apos;s Eye'/><author><name>Engrafted Lives</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09241959440255434095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/Se-sXC7pThI/AAAAAAAAA8s/unT6vouViD0/S220/We+see+you.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/Sca10llV06I/AAAAAAAAA7E/7_DF4-5cUIA/s72-c/DSC00447.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4601726353127564917.post-2798294594645086548</id><published>2009-03-14T13:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T13:56:04.392-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nephew'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ferry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dave'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Niece'/><title type='text'>The Other Family</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/SbwVqugU24I/AAAAAAAAA6c/2xKNZCG5aTI/s1600-h/DSC00473.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313145484172647298" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/SbwVqugU24I/AAAAAAAAA6c/2xKNZCG5aTI/s200/DSC00473.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Let me introduce you to my nephew Tony and niece Shanya. They belong to Steve's side of the family. I have only met them a few times in their short lives and I'll have to tell you they are fun to be around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tony is involved in Speech at his school. This does not surprise me at all since his mother loves English and his father loves acting (or acting out, I could say). Shayna will be a teen next year and has a love for reading and is still finding out where her passions lie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tony and Shayna have a great sense of humor, can shoot straight with you and are smart. Both of these young adults are not shy, nor are they afraid of holding a conversaton with you; which I appreciate immensely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This photo was taken on the ferry ride from Clinton to Mulkiteo the morning they were heading back home. We were able to spend a few short days with Dave and his family and Steve's Uncle Bob (I've put up a short slideshow of the family).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that we will be able to get together with the family in the future. Time doesn't stop for anyone and these young people will be out of the house and on their own in no time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4601726353127564917-2798294594645086548?l=vaughns64.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaughns64.blogspot.com/feeds/2798294594645086548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4601726353127564917&amp;postID=2798294594645086548&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601726353127564917/posts/default/2798294594645086548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601726353127564917/posts/default/2798294594645086548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaughns64.blogspot.com/2009/03/other-family.html' title='The Other Family'/><author><name>Engrafted Lives</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09241959440255434095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/Se-sXC7pThI/AAAAAAAAA8s/unT6vouViD0/S220/We+see+you.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/SbwVqugU24I/AAAAAAAAA6c/2xKNZCG5aTI/s72-c/DSC00473.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4601726353127564917.post-8329243237592119606</id><published>2009-03-02T07:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T09:47:23.102-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PTL'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Death'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New Home'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New Life'/><title type='text'>I'll Have A New Life</title><content type='html'>After 74 years of life, Steve's mom went on home to be with the Lord Friday night. She had been battling many health issues for a long time. I guess it was about twenty years ago when Steve introduced her to this song and all she could do was cry and praise the Lord. Well now she has a new life. God is so good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The Cathedral Quartet sings this song, "I'll Have A New Body, Praise the Lord, I'll have A New Life" (along with other groups of course), but if you'd like to hear it you can go to: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=koSoPHWMLIA"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=koSoPHWMLIA&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This song is for you mom. We love you!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4601726353127564917-8329243237592119606?l=vaughns64.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=koSoPHWMLIA' title='I&apos;ll Have A New Life'/><link rel='enclosure' type='' href='http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=koSoPHWMLIA' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaughns64.blogspot.com/feeds/8329243237592119606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4601726353127564917&amp;postID=8329243237592119606&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601726353127564917/posts/default/8329243237592119606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601726353127564917/posts/default/8329243237592119606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaughns64.blogspot.com/2009/03/ill-have-new-life.html' title='I&apos;ll Have A New Life'/><author><name>Engrafted Lives</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09241959440255434095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/Se-sXC7pThI/AAAAAAAAA8s/unT6vouViD0/S220/We+see+you.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4601726353127564917.post-5648442517520621617</id><published>2009-02-22T14:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T15:24:26.189-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eagles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tulips'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hummers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spring'/><title type='text'>Spring is Coming...Really it is Coming</title><content type='html'>There are signs all around me that tell me Spring is on its way! Today, we are experiencing 63 degrees of warm sunshine. This past week I was also very surprised when I found the tulips that I had planted last fall pushing there way up through the ground. Tulips are one of my most favorite flowers. I can't wait to see them bloom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/SaHTTo9sccI/AAAAAAAAA2w/BPt2NFHoww0/s1600-h/DSC00401.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305754170386313666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/SaHTTo9sccI/AAAAAAAAA2w/BPt2NFHoww0/s200/DSC00401.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Another sign Spring is coming are the hummers. The hummingbird usually start to migrate to this area in March, but I have already had some visitors. I have had to fill their feeder a couple of times because the go-go juice just keeps disappearing. Yeah! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Finally, one other sign that Spring is arriving is the Bald Eagle. Typically, we may see one or two during the winter time. Today, Steve and I spotted an eagle, in a tree that is often use as a kind of "lookout" tower. The Eagles perch themselves up there so they can get a good view of the ocean. As Steve was taking the eagles picture, he lifted off and flew right over our heads. Looks like it could be dinnertime.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/SaHTSfJ4pNI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/7_WN9xDtzCo/s1600-h/DSC00409_edited.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305754150573221074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/SaHTSfJ4pNI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/7_WN9xDtzCo/s200/DSC00409_edited.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Spring is coming...really it is coming because the signs are here. I am looking forward to warmer weather, bluer skies, and brighter colors. Bring it on!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4601726353127564917-5648442517520621617?l=vaughns64.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaughns64.blogspot.com/feeds/5648442517520621617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4601726353127564917&amp;postID=5648442517520621617&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601726353127564917/posts/default/5648442517520621617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601726353127564917/posts/default/5648442517520621617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaughns64.blogspot.com/2009/02/spring-is-comingreally-it-is-coming.html' title='Spring is Coming...Really it is Coming'/><author><name>Engrafted Lives</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09241959440255434095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/Se-sXC7pThI/AAAAAAAAA8s/unT6vouViD0/S220/We+see+you.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/SaHTTo9sccI/AAAAAAAAA2w/BPt2NFHoww0/s72-c/DSC00401.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4601726353127564917.post-683265793792072028</id><published>2009-02-16T19:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T19:33:54.372-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sweetheart Banquet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SPG&apos;s'/><title type='text'>Here it is Jersey Mama</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/SZotEDl2PwI/AAAAAAAAA1A/FYTsnmARpfA/s1600-h/016_10.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303601058888957698" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/SZotEDl2PwI/AAAAAAAAA1A/FYTsnmARpfA/s200/016_10.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jersey Mama thought it would be cute for me to post this picture of Steve sitting on my lap from the 2007 Sweetheart Banquet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture was also taken by Carolyn. The 2007 Sweetheart Banquet was the first time the SPG's had hosted such an event. They did a great job!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4601726353127564917-683265793792072028?l=vaughns64.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaughns64.blogspot.com/feeds/683265793792072028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4601726353127564917&amp;postID=683265793792072028&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601726353127564917/posts/default/683265793792072028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601726353127564917/posts/default/683265793792072028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaughns64.blogspot.com/2009/02/here-it-is-jersey-mama.html' title='Here it is Jersey Mama'/><author><name>Engrafted Lives</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09241959440255434095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/Se-sXC7pThI/AAAAAAAAA8s/unT6vouViD0/S220/We+see+you.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/SZotEDl2PwI/AAAAAAAAA1A/FYTsnmARpfA/s72-c/016_10.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4601726353127564917.post-8898155156032950477</id><published>2009-02-16T14:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T19:18:34.072-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vows'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Valentines Day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SPG&apos;s'/><title type='text'>Sweetheart Banquet 2009</title><content type='html'>Steve and I had a most wonderful time at the 2009 Sweetheart Banquet that was put on by our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Singles&lt;/span&gt; Pleasing God (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;SPG's&lt;/span&gt;) ministry. Many Kudos to all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was valet parking, a photography studio and a dining room that was lit by soft lights and candles. The photographer on duty for that night was Carolyn and she took the picture of Steve and I below. (Note:I got to sit on Steve's lap this year because two years ago he sat on mine. Fair play is a must.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/SZnmFxBQWdI/AAAAAAAAAwU/7a26XLAWgDg/s1600-h/Sweethearts+310.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303523022937807314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/SZnmFxBQWdI/AAAAAAAAAwU/7a26XLAWgDg/s200/Sweethearts+310.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After we had our pictures taken we were then lead to the dining facility where we were shown to our table. Our on site photographer took this community shot as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/SZnmFp6og9I/AAAAAAAAAwM/0xqZ6hQZVfY/s1600-h/Sweethearts+242.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303523021030982610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/SZnmFp6og9I/AAAAAAAAAwM/0xqZ6hQZVfY/s200/Sweethearts+242.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The evening was perfect. Imagine sitting in a room, with low lighting, soft godly piano music playing in the background, (by our most talented pianist), a Power Point presentation displaying wedding pictures of the couples, and a cake that was beautifully made; all the while being attentively waited on through out the evening. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After the meal we were engaged in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;SPG's&lt;/span&gt; Bible Jeopardy game; which became quite entertaining. Then, to finish off the evening, all the couples in the room stood and renewed their vows to one another; which fit perfectly with the evenings theme, "Continuing the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Commitment&lt;/span&gt;". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;SPG's&lt;/span&gt; were very gracious and considerate in everything: their time, their energy and their labour. They really made our Valentine's Day special! I posted a slide show of the event. (I want to thank Carolyn for sharing some of her pictures with me so I could complete my photo album. Thanks Carolyn!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4601726353127564917-8898155156032950477?l=vaughns64.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaughns64.blogspot.com/feeds/8898155156032950477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4601726353127564917&amp;postID=8898155156032950477&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601726353127564917/posts/default/8898155156032950477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601726353127564917/posts/default/8898155156032950477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaughns64.blogspot.com/2009/02/sweetheart-banquet-2009.html' title='Sweetheart Banquet 2009'/><author><name>Engrafted Lives</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09241959440255434095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/Se-sXC7pThI/AAAAAAAAA8s/unT6vouViD0/S220/We+see+you.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/SZnmFxBQWdI/AAAAAAAAAwU/7a26XLAWgDg/s72-c/Sweethearts+310.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4601726353127564917.post-8128389631739521732</id><published>2009-02-10T14:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T15:26:36.857-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Party'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bouquets'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Balloons'/><title type='text'>Balloons  Anyone?  Now Available at Candy Bouquet</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/SZIIsCOvXkI/AAAAAAAAAwE/E-bQ-oHK33o/s1600-h/DSC00378.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301309263974456898" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/SZIIsCOvXkI/AAAAAAAAAwE/E-bQ-oHK33o/s200/DSC00378.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yes sir'ree Bob, I am now selling balloons at the Candy Bouquet. I have been wanting to sell balloons for a couple of years now, but there was a store in town that was known for their balloons and party items and I didn't want to compete with them. The Discount Party Store has been in business for twenty years and is closing their doors. I am sad they are closing because they have always been my "go to store" when I needed an embellishment for my bouquets. Now I have to look at driving 40 minutes away to the nearest party store. Yuk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the flip side, I was able to talk with the owner back in January to see if she would be willing to tell her customers that I would be selling balloons. The owner has been so gracious. She was not only willing to tell others, but she let me come into her store and pick out balloons I would be interested in and then gave me a discount. I thank the Lord for his provision in this situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, are you wondering about the picture? This is my first combination order: Bouquet with Balloons! Doesn't the Happy Birthday Bouquet look complete with those colorful balloons? I AM SO EXCITED!! God truly has opened another door to help drive business to my store. I really have this feeling that the gates may open up here real soon. Keep praying!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4601726353127564917-8128389631739521732?l=vaughns64.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaughns64.blogspot.com/feeds/8128389631739521732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4601726353127564917&amp;postID=8128389631739521732&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601726353127564917/posts/default/8128389631739521732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601726353127564917/posts/default/8128389631739521732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaughns64.blogspot.com/2009/02/balloons-anyone-now-available-at-candy.html' title='Balloons  Anyone?  Now Available at Candy Bouquet'/><author><name>Engrafted Lives</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09241959440255434095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/Se-sXC7pThI/AAAAAAAAA8s/unT6vouViD0/S220/We+see+you.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/SZIIsCOvXkI/AAAAAAAAAwE/E-bQ-oHK33o/s72-c/DSC00378.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4601726353127564917.post-6726397576767065555</id><published>2009-02-03T20:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T21:10:04.331-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Victorious Women'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wife'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book'/><title type='text'>Victorious Women</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/SYkbJzE_FvI/AAAAAAAAAvU/4MSUFAhT83o/s1600-h/DSC00308_edited.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298796291721991922" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 157px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/SYkbJzE_FvI/AAAAAAAAAvU/4MSUFAhT83o/s200/DSC00308_edited.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My secret prayer sister (SPS) a couple months ago gave me this book, "Victorious Women", by Virginia Ruth Eugate, as a gift. The gift was very appropriate at the time because I had been desiring to read more books; especially books that would benefit me in my Christian walk. "Victorious Women" is written by a lady who kindly counsels women on how to be a "Biblical Wife".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I know some might be thinking, "Sherri, you've been married for quite a long time. How can this book help you?" When I opened the cover to this book I had no idea how much the author was going to be able to hone in on issues that I have personally been struggling with for over two decades. Areas like: Trusting in God, A Woman's Words: Uplifting or Undermining, Victory Over Financial Worries, A Time to Keep Silent, A Time to Speak, and quite frankly, a few other areas. Isn't God's timing perfect?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God was there in the midst of those pages, helping me recognize some areas in my life that needed some tweaking. As I continued to read through the book, I was able to begin making conscious changes right then and there. The most amazing part is that I was able to see a difference immediately in how I responded to my husband. PTL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Victorious Women" is a book I would encourage all women to read, especially if they have a sincere desire to be the wife God would have them to be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4601726353127564917-6726397576767065555?l=vaughns64.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaughns64.blogspot.com/feeds/6726397576767065555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4601726353127564917&amp;postID=6726397576767065555&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601726353127564917/posts/default/6726397576767065555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601726353127564917/posts/default/6726397576767065555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaughns64.blogspot.com/2009/02/victorious-women.html' title='Victorious Women'/><author><name>Engrafted Lives</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09241959440255434095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/Se-sXC7pThI/AAAAAAAAA8s/unT6vouViD0/S220/We+see+you.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/SYkbJzE_FvI/AAAAAAAAAvU/4MSUFAhT83o/s72-c/DSC00308_edited.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4601726353127564917.post-2589555822488358273</id><published>2009-02-01T16:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T16:19:46.398-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marriage Relationship Work'/><title type='text'>Celebrating 26 years of Marriage</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/SYZAe1nVBdI/AAAAAAAAAu0/r8F0Pg_sWXM/s1600-h/Steve+and+Sherri.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297992910180255186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 93px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/SYZAe1nVBdI/AAAAAAAAAu0/r8F0Pg_sWXM/s320/Steve+and+Sherri.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; On February 26th Steve and I will be celebrating our 26th Wedding Anniversary. We have had many ups and downs, but the Lord has been good and has seen fit to keep us together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many years ago, when we first got married, the Lord was not in the center of our relationship. As we grew in the Lord our marriage became stronger and stronger. The more we focused and set our eyes on God, the closer we drew to the Lord and to one another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marriage is not easy and if anybody tells you it is...they are not telling the truth. Some folks may even say that marriage is a 50/50 relationship, but again.....they are not telling the truth. Marriage takes work, and a lot of it! Marriage is a 100+/100+ relationship that requires each party to give and take, with more giving, than taking required.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The key to a happy marriage is to have a marriage that is Christ-centered. First, set your eyes on the Lord, secondly, strive to take your eyes off yourself and finally, work towards making the other person happy. If you can do these three things you will have a solid, strong and happy marriage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psalm 37:4 "Delight thyself also in the LORD; and he shall give thee the desires of thine heart."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4601726353127564917-2589555822488358273?l=vaughns64.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaughns64.blogspot.com/feeds/2589555822488358273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4601726353127564917&amp;postID=2589555822488358273&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601726353127564917/posts/default/2589555822488358273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601726353127564917/posts/default/2589555822488358273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaughns64.blogspot.com/2009/02/celebrating-26-years-of-marriage.html' title='Celebrating 26 years of Marriage'/><author><name>Engrafted Lives</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09241959440255434095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/Se-sXC7pThI/AAAAAAAAA8s/unT6vouViD0/S220/We+see+you.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/SYZAe1nVBdI/AAAAAAAAAu0/r8F0Pg_sWXM/s72-c/Steve+and+Sherri.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4601726353127564917.post-3818442861734264896</id><published>2009-01-25T16:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T16:34:56.345-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faith'/><title type='text'>Putting Life into Perspective</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Ps 8:2 "Out of the mouth of babes... "  Take a moment and listen to the faith of this young boy and how he puts life into perspective; what a great reminder for all.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-e74634c81fa6f8d2" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v24.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3De74634c81fa6f8d2%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331262851%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2F0607733587AB31EA64BAB5002695758C6CF6CC.677AA3FA8B5BAC9B73932071C30EDBDE9A759FD7%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3De74634c81fa6f8d2%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DPVK9GhOubiHOhBInt2rqNbvEhmU&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v24.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3De74634c81fa6f8d2%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331262851%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2F0607733587AB31EA64BAB5002695758C6CF6CC.677AA3FA8B5BAC9B73932071C30EDBDE9A759FD7%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3De74634c81fa6f8d2%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DPVK9GhOubiHOhBInt2rqNbvEhmU&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4601726353127564917-3818442861734264896?l=vaughns64.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=e74634c81fa6f8d2&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaughns64.blogspot.com/feeds/3818442861734264896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4601726353127564917&amp;postID=3818442861734264896&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601726353127564917/posts/default/3818442861734264896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601726353127564917/posts/default/3818442861734264896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaughns64.blogspot.com/2009/01/putting-life-into-perspective.html' title='Putting Life into Perspective'/><author><name>Engrafted Lives</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09241959440255434095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/Se-sXC7pThI/AAAAAAAAA8s/unT6vouViD0/S220/We+see+you.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4601726353127564917.post-5068688774122839106</id><published>2009-01-24T15:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T17:31:07.709-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Levi'/><title type='text'>Levi:  Our Little Man Dog</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/SXu6LJsSadI/AAAAAAAAAuU/lwfo5SOcMY0/s1600-h/DSC00207.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295030487647152594" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/SXu6LJsSadI/AAAAAAAAAuU/lwfo5SOcMY0/s200/DSC00207.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; In the middle of January I finally was able to post my winter pics as a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;slide show&lt;/span&gt;. At that time Carolyn suggested I do a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;slide show&lt;/span&gt; of Levi. I have a lot of pictures of Levi so it took me sometime to retrieve them and put the slide &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;show&lt;/span&gt; together. I finally located his baby pics from 8 weeks to 6 months, but have not been able to get them off the old &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;laptop (&lt;/span&gt;as of yet). So for now here is Levi from 6 months to current.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4601726353127564917-5068688774122839106?l=vaughns64.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaughns64.blogspot.com/feeds/5068688774122839106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4601726353127564917&amp;postID=5068688774122839106&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601726353127564917/posts/default/5068688774122839106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601726353127564917/posts/default/5068688774122839106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaughns64.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-slideshow-levis-life.html' title='Levi:  Our Little Man Dog'/><author><name>Engrafted Lives</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09241959440255434095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/Se-sXC7pThI/AAAAAAAAA8s/unT6vouViD0/S220/We+see+you.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/SXu6LJsSadI/AAAAAAAAAuU/lwfo5SOcMY0/s72-c/DSC00207.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4601726353127564917.post-9138757861578592847</id><published>2009-01-23T15:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T12:59:34.736-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='street'/><title type='text'>Everywhere there is FOG</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/SXpQO7sU4_I/AAAAAAAAAt8/UZAYOeGp0gk/s1600-h/DSC00340.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294632529399440370" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/SXpQO7sU4_I/AAAAAAAAAt8/UZAYOeGp0gk/s200/DSC00340.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Driving in the fog reminds me of some of the flights I've taken across the country. Have you ever looked out the window of an airplane and watched how the wings of the plane cut through the clouds as you speed along? Well driving my car through a thick fog kind of feels like the same thing; except I am not going 600 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;knots&lt;/span&gt;, nor am I 41,000 feet in the sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not sure how much longer the fog is going to be around, but I would venture to say that we have been under a heavy fog since Monday. The fog that has set in this week, particular in the evening, has been kind of eerie to drive in. Many of the roads have no street lights, so the ride home has been dark and lonely, except for my headlights shining out on the misty vapor that endlessly seems to roll by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For many people fog is a nuisance because it can be dangerous to drive in. I agree driving in the fog can be dangerous, but I still love to drive in it and enjoy having it around. I know, I know I am weird. The picture above was taken this morning right around 10:30am.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4601726353127564917-9138757861578592847?l=vaughns64.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaughns64.blogspot.com/feeds/9138757861578592847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4601726353127564917&amp;postID=9138757861578592847&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601726353127564917/posts/default/9138757861578592847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601726353127564917/posts/default/9138757861578592847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaughns64.blogspot.com/2009/01/everywhere-there-is-fog.html' title='Everywhere there is FOG'/><author><name>Engrafted Lives</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09241959440255434095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/Se-sXC7pThI/AAAAAAAAA8s/unT6vouViD0/S220/We+see+you.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/SXpQO7sU4_I/AAAAAAAAAt8/UZAYOeGp0gk/s72-c/DSC00340.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4601726353127564917.post-5462764017707569056</id><published>2009-01-19T09:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T09:20:33.963-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='slideshow'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='snow'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><title type='text'>Winter 2008 Slide Show Has Arrived</title><content type='html'>Thanks to my sister Teri (and to Carolyn and Jackie who also offered up assistance), I was finally able to get my photos uploaded.  There are 99 different photos to behold (I actually have more, but I thought this was enough).  I hope you will enjoy them as much as I have.  I grew up in the Midwest and I have been in a couple of blizzards and many snow storms, but never as pretty as the snow storms I went through this past December.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4601726353127564917-5462764017707569056?l=vaughns64.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaughns64.blogspot.com/feeds/5462764017707569056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4601726353127564917&amp;postID=5462764017707569056&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601726353127564917/posts/default/5462764017707569056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601726353127564917/posts/default/5462764017707569056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaughns64.blogspot.com/2009/01/winter-2008-slide-show-has-arrived.html' title='Winter 2008 Slide Show Has Arrived'/><author><name>Engrafted Lives</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09241959440255434095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/Se-sXC7pThI/AAAAAAAAA8s/unT6vouViD0/S220/We+see+you.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4601726353127564917.post-102359011798376066</id><published>2009-01-18T15:46:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T16:26:14.455-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mountain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sunshine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='snow'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='water'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>Sunshine All Around</title><content type='html'>Here on Whidbey Island we know that the sun comes up, but we don't always get to see the sun shine. So today, Steve and I decided to take a picture of Mt. Baker, covered in snow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our one picture turned into many as we drove around the countryside. This first picture of course, is us. We wanted you to actually see we had to put on our shades. By the way it is a balmy 51 degrees today. Yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/SXO_xQmO5gI/AAAAAAAAAUI/M9kT6f90Jq0/s1600-h/DSC00325.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292784840080287234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/SXO_xQmO5gI/AAAAAAAAAUI/M9kT6f90Jq0/s200/DSC00325.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Next, we found a location that we thought would give us a good view of Mt. Baker. It is in the distance, but if you click on the picture you will be able to get a closer view of the mountain and countryside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/SXO_w1llzAI/AAAAAAAAAUA/EhFyCa6tYS0/s1600-h/DSC00317.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292784832829836290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/SXO_w1llzAI/AAAAAAAAAUA/EhFyCa6tYS0/s200/DSC00317.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Finally, on our way back home we couldn't pass up a shot of The Straits of Juan de Fuca, the Olympic Mountains and the marine layer that was moving in off the water. If you look closely enough I think you can actually see some people and birds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/SXO_wvVRIII/AAAAAAAAAT4/jDDQCzp-g6Q/s1600-h/DSC00329.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292784831150760066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/SXO_wvVRIII/AAAAAAAAAT4/jDDQCzp-g6Q/s200/DSC00329.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't help but say it over and over again, Steve and I are blessed to live on a beautiful island and we continually stand in awe of God's creation and breath taking beauty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4601726353127564917-102359011798376066?l=vaughns64.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaughns64.blogspot.com/feeds/102359011798376066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4601726353127564917&amp;postID=102359011798376066&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601726353127564917/posts/default/102359011798376066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601726353127564917/posts/default/102359011798376066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaughns64.blogspot.com/2009/01/sunshine-all-around.html' title='Sunshine All Around'/><author><name>Engrafted Lives</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09241959440255434095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/Se-sXC7pThI/AAAAAAAAA8s/unT6vouViD0/S220/We+see+you.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/SXO_xQmO5gI/AAAAAAAAAUI/M9kT6f90Jq0/s72-c/DSC00325.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4601726353127564917.post-7637705577300610555</id><published>2009-01-13T14:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T15:03:10.483-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pressure cooker'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recipes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book'/><title type='text'>That's Right...Pressure Cookers for Dummies</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/SW0dPjDtYoI/AAAAAAAAAJo/TbxNHNcobZg/s1600-h/DSC00307.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290917290176242306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/SW0dPjDtYoI/AAAAAAAAAJo/TbxNHNcobZg/s200/DSC00307.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As most of you know I recently received a new Presto Pressure Cooker from my parents for my birthday. I can report that I have actually made two good meals using this great new kitchen tool. However, last night I was given a gift from my secret prayer sister that was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Wah&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Lah&lt;/span&gt;....Pressure Cookers for Dummies. Go figure! I had no idea there was an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;actual&lt;/span&gt; book out there for those of us who want to learn how to use a Pressure Cooker. This book has a lot of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;recipes&lt;/span&gt; and other tidbits of information that will come in very handy. I can't wait to cook up another meal. Thanks Carolyn for praying for me this past month, and for all the gifts. You really did spoil me. &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/4601726353127564917-7637705577300610555?l=vaughns64.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaughns64.blogspot.com/feeds/7637705577300610555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4601726353127564917&amp;postID=7637705577300610555&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601726353127564917/posts/default/7637705577300610555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601726353127564917/posts/default/7637705577300610555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaughns64.blogspot.com/2009/01/thats-rightpressure-cookers-for-dummies.html' title='That&apos;s Right...Pressure Cookers for Dummies'/><author><name>Engrafted Lives</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09241959440255434095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/Se-sXC7pThI/AAAAAAAAA8s/unT6vouViD0/S220/We+see+you.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/SW0dPjDtYoI/AAAAAAAAAJo/TbxNHNcobZg/s72-c/DSC00307.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4601726353127564917.post-4737484767885930294</id><published>2009-01-11T15:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T15:35:50.740-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ship Candy Bouquet Photo'/><title type='text'>I've Been Tagged</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/SWp8ZPokB7I/AAAAAAAAAJA/lBT8ObHRQag/s1600-h/P1010069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290177485435307954" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/SWp8ZPokB7I/AAAAAAAAAJA/lBT8ObHRQag/s200/P1010069.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is the first time I have been "tagged". So, I am not really sure what I am doing, but my instructions stated I was to find the fourth folder in my saved pictures, and then pick the fourth photo and post it with an explanation. Then I was to tag four other people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish that my fourth folder, fourth photo was a little more exciting to look at, but here it is. This picture was taken back in September of 2007 on board the Royal &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Carribean's&lt;/span&gt; "Majesty of the Seas". Steve and I were attending Candy Bouquet &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;International's&lt;/span&gt; annual convention. This was the first time &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;CBI&lt;/span&gt; held a convention outside of Little Rock, AR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture is actually taken while our ship was departing from the Port of Miami. You can see Miami in the background and the inbound Carnival Cruise Ship, the "Fascination". When we took this picture we did not realize we caught the Civil ensign (the flag). This ensign tells you what country the vessel is based in. Do you know the country this flag belongs to?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4601726353127564917-4737484767885930294?l=vaughns64.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaughns64.blogspot.com/feeds/4737484767885930294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4601726353127564917&amp;postID=4737484767885930294&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601726353127564917/posts/default/4737484767885930294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601726353127564917/posts/default/4737484767885930294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaughns64.blogspot.com/2009/01/ive-been-tagged.html' title='I&apos;ve Been Tagged'/><author><name>Engrafted Lives</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09241959440255434095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/Se-sXC7pThI/AAAAAAAAA8s/unT6vouViD0/S220/We+see+you.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/SWp8ZPokB7I/AAAAAAAAAJA/lBT8ObHRQag/s72-c/P1010069.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4601726353127564917.post-7965466060263343854</id><published>2009-01-11T14:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T15:01:19.149-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sister Blogging Writing'/><title type='text'>A Blogger in the Family</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/SWp1lgZK5dI/AAAAAAAAAI4/CcQ615fIfzg/s1600-h/020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290169999511184850" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/SWp1lgZK5dI/AAAAAAAAAI4/CcQ615fIfzg/s200/020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It is official! My sister is now a blogger. I have been encouraging her since October to start a blog. She went back to school in September and one of her first classes she had to enroll in was English.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we have all experienced, at one time or another, writing can be challenging. First it is the subject matter and then it is getting past the writer's block. Since blogging is a great way to journal your thoughts and ideas (fun and theraputic, too), I suggested she start to blog. Finally, another blogger in the family! Way to go sis!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4601726353127564917-7965466060263343854?l=vaughns64.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaughns64.blogspot.com/feeds/7965466060263343854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4601726353127564917&amp;postID=7965466060263343854&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601726353127564917/posts/default/7965466060263343854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601726353127564917/posts/default/7965466060263343854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaughns64.blogspot.com/2009/01/blogger-in-family.html' title='A Blogger in the Family'/><author><name>Engrafted Lives</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09241959440255434095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/Se-sXC7pThI/AAAAAAAAA8s/unT6vouViD0/S220/We+see+you.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/SWp1lgZK5dI/AAAAAAAAAI4/CcQ615fIfzg/s72-c/020.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4601726353127564917.post-5301519081862969847</id><published>2009-01-09T19:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T21:54:09.315-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='execise'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faith'/><title type='text'>Is it Murphy, Satan or God?</title><content type='html'>How many of you have heard of Murphy’s Law or have experienced Murphy’s Law? Well today, I got to experience Murphy; or at least that is what my mind thought. For those of you who may have never heard of Murphy’s Law, it is an old adage that basically states, if something can go wrong it will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year I set out to read my Bible daily and every day thus far, God has shown me something from his Word. In my 2009 Commitment (see post) I committed to 1) eating from God's Word and 2) exercising; specifically, exercising my faith.  Anytime you begin a regiment like this one, you can plan on Satan attacking you in one fashion or another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finances have always been a worry for me and even when I think I have turned "all worrying" over to God; it only takes one small incident to shake up my so-called faith.  Unfortunately, today was no different (1pt for Satan).  I had a financial setback which caused my mood to be somber and my spirit troubled. I first blamed Murphy for the setbacks and then I held Satan liable. But a still small voice in the back of my head kept saying to me, maybe God is responsible? Just maybe, God was trying to EXERCISE my faith. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After some consideration, I thanked God for the exercise of faith and the growing pain he set before me.  As I sat at the dining room table weeping over the day’s events, holding Levi in my lap, feeling helpless and knowing that there is nothing I can do to change things, I prayed and asked God to help me let go and trust in him.  God revealed to me that I lack faith in trusting him completely. As hard as this was to acknowledge, I knew it to be true. All day, I kept telling myself, God is in control, I don't have to worry, he knows what he is doing; but I was still having trouble believing it.  Oh how the spirit is willing, but the flesh is weak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully, God showed me Psalm 112:7, “He (Sherri) shall not be afraid of evil tidings: his (her) heart is fixed in the LORD.” It seemed almost instantaneously that the pressure and heavy burden I was feeling in my heart, lifted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through my study this evening, God reminded me of Psalm 37:5 “Commit thy ways unto the LORD, trust also in him; and he shall bring it to pass”. My financial setback has not gone away, but I have completed my first EXERCISE in faith for 2009: I have God’s peace which passeth all understanding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't God good?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4601726353127564917-5301519081862969847?l=vaughns64.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaughns64.blogspot.com/feeds/5301519081862969847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4601726353127564917&amp;postID=5301519081862969847&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601726353127564917/posts/default/5301519081862969847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601726353127564917/posts/default/5301519081862969847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaughns64.blogspot.com/2009/01/is-it-murphy-satan-or-god.html' title='Is it Murphy, Satan or God?'/><author><name>Engrafted Lives</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09241959440255434095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/Se-sXC7pThI/AAAAAAAAA8s/unT6vouViD0/S220/We+see+you.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4601726353127564917.post-912193975110164209</id><published>2009-01-07T15:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T19:11:11.210-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Storefront Windows Bears Mugs Bouquets'/><title type='text'>Windows Are Dressed for Valentine's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/SWVJTdCspII/AAAAAAAAAIw/EcHgnINGgnY/s1600-h/Window+1b.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288713935978800258" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/SWVJTdCspII/AAAAAAAAAIw/EcHgnINGgnY/s200/Window+1b.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I know we just got over the Christmas/New Year Holiday, but Valentine's Day is less than six weeks away. Can you believe it?! Today my store windows were dressed for Valentine's Day. I thought you might like to see how they turned out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The bears in the above picture is one of my favorites this season. They look like a bear, but have the wings and markings of a bee. Way to cute and very, very soft!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/SWVJTPRKpWI/AAAAAAAAAIo/N5C1XXDXT1A/s1600-h/Window+2a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288713932281390434" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/SWVJTPRKpWI/AAAAAAAAAIo/N5C1XXDXT1A/s200/Window+2a.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are also selling other plush bears and ceramic mugs. The mugs in this picture have delightful phrases on them like: "Love", "Kiss Me Now","You Found My Heart" and many others.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hopefully, tomorrow I will be able to get more bouquets designed and displayed. I am in the process of designing smaller bouquets for this holiday due to the economic times. So far I have been able to design bud vases that house 3 stems of candy ranging from hard candies to G&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;anache&lt;/span&gt; to solid chocolate roses. The prices are running from $9.99 to $21.99. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;CBI&lt;/span&gt; also came up with three different designs for Valentine's Day and I plan to offer them as well. They are pictured on the Candy Bouquet website ( &lt;a href="http://www.candybouqet.com/"&gt;http://www.candybouqet.com/&lt;/a&gt;). Well, enough blabbing on here. I just wanted to show you my new window displays. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4601726353127564917-912193975110164209?l=vaughns64.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaughns64.blogspot.com/feeds/912193975110164209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4601726353127564917&amp;postID=912193975110164209&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601726353127564917/posts/default/912193975110164209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601726353127564917/posts/default/912193975110164209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaughns64.blogspot.com/2009/01/windows-are-dressed-for-valentines-day.html' title='Windows Are Dressed for Valentine&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Engrafted Lives</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09241959440255434095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/Se-sXC7pThI/AAAAAAAAA8s/unT6vouViD0/S220/We+see+you.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/SWVJTdCspII/AAAAAAAAAIw/EcHgnINGgnY/s72-c/Window+1b.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4601726353127564917.post-3658290969138763177</id><published>2009-01-03T19:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T20:40:54.052-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pressure cooker'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Meal'/><title type='text'>Update:  Pressure Cooker 101</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The other night my mom asked me if &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; had used my new Presto Pressure Cooker. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Unfortunately&lt;/span&gt;, I had to tell her no, because I had not read all of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;instructions&lt;/span&gt; as promised. Well tonight was the night... I was determined to cook a meal in my new pressure cooker. Here is how it went:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/SWAyEnpS4gI/AAAAAAAAAHw/2-daSrWTwQE/s1600-h/It%27s+rocking.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287281017476014594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/SWAyEnpS4gI/AAAAAAAAAHw/2-daSrWTwQE/s200/It%27s+rocking.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I got the pressure cooker out and put it on the stove top and stared at it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/SWAyETJmI6I/AAAAAAAAAHo/XRvz1JFR5R4/s1600-h/Forget+the+directions+and+call+mom.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287281011974349730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/SWAyETJmI6I/AAAAAAAAAHo/XRvz1JFR5R4/s200/Forget+the+directions+and+call+mom.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then I proceeded to throw away the instructions and called mom. HELP!! After receiving verbal instructions, I started up my pressure cooker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/SWAyEHCUujI/AAAAAAAAAHg/f3gT3Lay-YA/s1600-h/The+steak+is+cooked.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287281008722623026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/SWAyEHCUujI/AAAAAAAAAHg/f3gT3Lay-YA/s200/The+steak+is+cooked.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here is a picture of the meat already cooked up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/SWAyDpzrUKI/AAAAAAAAAHY/ZreLaVtfrF0/s1600-h/It+is+finished.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287281000876560546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/SWAyDpzrUKI/AAAAAAAAAHY/ZreLaVtfrF0/s200/It+is+finished.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;See the piping hot steam, this meal is done and ready to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANKS MOM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'll have to admit I was a bit scared to use the pressure cooker, but I am so glad I did! This is one of the best kitchen tools ever! I just wish I had one years ago. The cooker really does cut the cook time down and it makes a delicious tasting meal. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Levi, on the other hand, was not so impressed with the cooker. Levi has been part of our household for over six years and I have never seen him shake in his boots like tonight. The boy was SCARED (and I thought I was scared)! He was shaking so much I had to send him downstairs with Steve until I was finished cooking up our meal. Mom says, he will get use to the noise from the pressure cooker. I hope so...because I am already planning our next meal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4601726353127564917-3658290969138763177?l=vaughns64.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaughns64.blogspot.com/feeds/3658290969138763177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4601726353127564917&amp;postID=3658290969138763177&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601726353127564917/posts/default/3658290969138763177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601726353127564917/posts/default/3658290969138763177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaughns64.blogspot.com/2009/01/pressure-cooker-101.html' title='Update:  Pressure Cooker 101'/><author><name>Engrafted Lives</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09241959440255434095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/Se-sXC7pThI/AAAAAAAAA8s/unT6vouViD0/S220/We+see+you.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/SWAyEnpS4gI/AAAAAAAAAHw/2-daSrWTwQE/s72-c/It%27s+rocking.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4601726353127564917.post-1606085664517851599</id><published>2008-12-29T12:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T13:36:20.359-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='committment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='execise'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spiritually'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='physically'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New Year'/><title type='text'>2009 Committment (aka New Year's Resolution)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/SVm5YYh4viI/AAAAAAAAAG4/6_ci0BIA85M/s1600-h/JAN03D~1_edited.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285459466248568354" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 190px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/SVm5YYh4viI/AAAAAAAAAG4/6_ci0BIA85M/s200/JAN03D~1_edited.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;t the end of every year many people begin to think of the things in their lives that they would like to change..thus the New Year's Resolution comes about. I stopped making New Year's Resolutions years ago because I always failed to keep them (if you get an opportunity to do so, take the New Year's Resolution Poll).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;owever, for 2009 instead of making a New Year's Resolution, I would like to renew my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;commitment&lt;/span&gt; to God in two areas: 1) eating and 2) exercise. Most people usually start out their new year with; "I've got to shed some pounds and start exercising" and I am no exception. But the eating and the exercising I am referring to involves the spiritual realm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;od has blessed me by giving me a wonderful church to attend. We have Pastor's that love the Lord and their flock. They continually bring challenges from God's Word which is always needed. Sometimes it is the common sense messages that tug at the heart. My 2009 commitments were solidified after listening to Pastor Jeremiah and Brother Majors preach this past Sunday. Thank you Pastor and Chris for bringing the message God laid upon your heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;y 2009 Commitment is three fold: #1 I want to commit myself to reading and studying God's Word DAILY. This is by far the best nourishment I can give myself. #2 I want to commit to exercising more faith in God. God promises me that he will hold my hand, guide, direct and instruct me in and through his Word. #3 I want to commit to eating right and exercising (at least three times a week) so I can be effective both spiritually and physically for the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;hese are the three areas I want to commit to the Lord and excel in. If God lays me on your heart, please pray for me. Finally, I would love for you to share with me your &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;commitment&lt;/span&gt;(s) (aka New Year's Resolution) for 2009. I want to wish all a Happy New Year's and may your have a profitable 2009 both spiritually and physically.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4601726353127564917-1606085664517851599?l=vaughns64.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaughns64.blogspot.com/feeds/1606085664517851599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4601726353127564917&amp;postID=1606085664517851599&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601726353127564917/posts/default/1606085664517851599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601726353127564917/posts/default/1606085664517851599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaughns64.blogspot.com/2008/12/2009-committment-aka-new-years.html' title='2009 Committment (aka New Year&apos;s Resolution)'/><author><name>Engrafted Lives</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09241959440255434095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/Se-sXC7pThI/AAAAAAAAA8s/unT6vouViD0/S220/We+see+you.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/SVm5YYh4viI/AAAAAAAAAG4/6_ci0BIA85M/s72-c/JAN03D~1_edited.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4601726353127564917.post-2492371555610938605</id><published>2008-12-29T12:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T12:49:42.812-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2009'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='devotion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Levi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='loyalty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New Year'/><title type='text'>Our cuttie pie Levi</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/SVk1pupgGKI/AAAAAAAAAGw/Ou6swFsWkDE/s1600-h/DSC00134.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285314628708997282" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/SVk1pupgGKI/AAAAAAAAAGw/Ou6swFsWkDE/s200/DSC00134.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Most of you probably already know that Steve and I have one canine named Levi. He is our pride and joy. We thought it would be neat to post a picture of Levi in his winter sweater. He was sitting at the top of the stairs stretching his neck to get close to mama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although Steve and I do not have any children, our dog Levi is a great alternative. Owning a dog should be mandatory for all couples who want to have children. You have to feed these little guys, clothe them, take care of them when they are ill, educate them and play with them. The best reward any doggy owner can get is their dogs total loyalty and devotion and that is what we get with Levi. He is our world and we are his.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Levi wants to wish you all a Happy New Year as you head into 2009. &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/4601726353127564917-2492371555610938605?l=vaughns64.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaughns64.blogspot.com/feeds/2492371555610938605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4601726353127564917&amp;postID=2492371555610938605&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601726353127564917/posts/default/2492371555610938605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601726353127564917/posts/default/2492371555610938605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaughns64.blogspot.com/2008/12/our-cuttie-pie-levi.html' title='Our cuttie pie Levi'/><author><name>Engrafted Lives</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09241959440255434095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/Se-sXC7pThI/AAAAAAAAA8s/unT6vouViD0/S220/We+see+you.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/SVk1pupgGKI/AAAAAAAAAGw/Ou6swFsWkDE/s72-c/DSC00134.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4601726353127564917.post-8106207878165750066</id><published>2008-12-22T09:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T09:50:50.467-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='snow quietness stillness peace'/><title type='text'>December 21st Snow...Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/SU_R-_Dve2I/AAAAAAAAAF4/g_kUQ7jySU4/s1600-h/DSC00168.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282671767938104162" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/SU_R-_Dve2I/AAAAAAAAAF4/g_kUQ7jySU4/s200/DSC00168.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We are just loving the snow! It brings quietness, stillness and peace. The scriptures tell us to be still and know the Lord and you can not help but to stop and think upon things that are important like your family and friends, spending quality time with you loved ones and just enjoying the beauty of God's creation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took this picture this morning after last night's snow. We sure do live in a gorgeous area. I have a lot more pictures I'd like to post, but I am still trying to figure out how to post a slide show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are suppose to have a 36 hour break from the snow, but are expecting more Tuesday night. WOW! What a December!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4601726353127564917-8106207878165750066?l=vaughns64.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaughns64.blogspot.com/feeds/8106207878165750066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4601726353127564917&amp;postID=8106207878165750066&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601726353127564917/posts/default/8106207878165750066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601726353127564917/posts/default/8106207878165750066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaughns64.blogspot.com/2008/12/december-21st-snowagain.html' title='December 21st Snow...Again'/><author><name>Engrafted Lives</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09241959440255434095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/Se-sXC7pThI/AAAAAAAAA8s/unT6vouViD0/S220/We+see+you.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/SU_R-_Dve2I/AAAAAAAAAF4/g_kUQ7jySU4/s72-c/DSC00168.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4601726353127564917.post-7810107445005593297</id><published>2008-12-20T16:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T21:37:34.793-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Deception Pass'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='peace'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jesus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pass Lake'/><title type='text'>Pass Lake</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/SU2J1RUYWNI/AAAAAAAAAFA/iN0MVaOASQg/s1600-h/DSC00140.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282029486250416338" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/SU2J1RUYWNI/AAAAAAAAAFA/iN0MVaOASQg/s200/DSC00140.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I Thessalonians 5:18 tells us "In everthing give thanks: for this is the will of God in Christ Jesus concerning you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steve and I had to make a delivery to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Mulkiteo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; today and the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;excursion&lt;/span&gt; ended up taking us four hours from start to finish. We drove the length of the island, sailed across the Puget Sound and came back to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Whidbey&lt;/span&gt; Island on I-5 and Route 20.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much of the area is under several inches of snow and we would of loved to have taken some snapshots, but since the roads were &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;treacherous&lt;/span&gt; in some spots we decided to keep driving. (However, we did make one stop, because Sherri wanted a picture for her blog.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right before crossing over the Deception Pass Bridge you come to Pass Lake. The lake is partially frozen and definitely not safe to walk on. But, the beauty of the trees and lake was just too peaceful to pass up. Thus the picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are expecting our third snow storm this evening which is projected to bring another four to eight inches of snow and moderate winds. This has been quite a chilly December and winter hasn't even officially began. Brrrr!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We do praise the Lord for the safety he gave us while we were on the road today! God is good!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4601726353127564917-7810107445005593297?l=vaughns64.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaughns64.blogspot.com/feeds/7810107445005593297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4601726353127564917&amp;postID=7810107445005593297&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601726353127564917/posts/default/7810107445005593297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601726353127564917/posts/default/7810107445005593297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaughns64.blogspot.com/2008/12/pass-lake.html' title='Pass Lake'/><author><name>Engrafted Lives</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09241959440255434095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/Se-sXC7pThI/AAAAAAAAA8s/unT6vouViD0/S220/We+see+you.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/SU2J1RUYWNI/AAAAAAAAAFA/iN0MVaOASQg/s72-c/DSC00140.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4601726353127564917.post-8382469015255656643</id><published>2008-12-16T16:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T16:06:50.704-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pressure cooker'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday gift'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meals'/><title type='text'>Presto Pressure Cooker</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/SU2GZgG_DzI/AAAAAAAAAE4/rDalvifx5rQ/s1600-h/DSC00132.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282025710649544498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/SU2GZgG_DzI/AAAAAAAAAE4/rDalvifx5rQ/s200/DSC00132.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; For my birthday my mom and dad bought me this awesome Presto Pressure Cooker. When I was a little girl my mom had one and every time she used it, I would find myself worried that the top was going to blow and we'd get hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back in September, when I was home for my mom's birthday, she pulled out her pressure cooker and cooked up this marvelous meat, carrots and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;potatoes&lt;/span&gt; meal. YUMMY! It has been over 25 years since I last seen her use a pressure cooker. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Amusing&lt;/span&gt; enough, the cooker didn't intimidate me like it did when I was a young girl. But what did get my attention was the fact the it didn't take mom long to whip up a very tasteful and tender meal in what seemed like minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just got my pressure cooker out of the box last night and was told to read all (and all means all) the instructions before use. I can't wait to see what kind of meals I will be able to dish out in short order. Pressure cookers cuts your cook time down by 2/3. So, if a meal normally takes 45 minutes to cook, it will now only take 15 minutes to cook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know how fast time is traveling for you, but at the fast pace my life seems to be running any time I can reduce meal preparation and cooking time is a blessing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks mom and dad for this GREAT BIRTHDAY GIFT! As soon as I cook something up I'll be back to let you know how it went.&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/4601726353127564917-8382469015255656643?l=vaughns64.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaughns64.blogspot.com/feeds/8382469015255656643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4601726353127564917&amp;postID=8382469015255656643&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601726353127564917/posts/default/8382469015255656643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601726353127564917/posts/default/8382469015255656643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaughns64.blogspot.com/2008/12/presto-pressure-cooker.html' title='Presto Pressure Cooker'/><author><name>Engrafted Lives</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09241959440255434095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/Se-sXC7pThI/AAAAAAAAA8s/unT6vouViD0/S220/We+see+you.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/SU2GZgG_DzI/AAAAAAAAAE4/rDalvifx5rQ/s72-c/DSC00132.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4601726353127564917.post-6649864257556781051</id><published>2008-12-14T15:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T16:15:49.266-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Island'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='geese'/><title type='text'>Migrating Canadian Geese</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/SUWZLnBNDpI/AAAAAAAAAEg/5GBo9qg0-KY/s1600-h/Migrate+Snow+Geese.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279794562893418130" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/SUWZLnBNDpI/AAAAAAAAAEg/5GBo9qg0-KY/s200/Migrate+Snow+Geese.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Every year the Canadian Geese migrate to this area. Steve and I were headed over to the commissary after church this morning and found a flock of these Geese on the seaplane base.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steve got out of the car to go and take a picture of them and they became a bit &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;leery&lt;/span&gt;. They all started to move away from Steve, as if they were one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steve patiently waited for them to calm down and took another picture of them. If you click on the photo it will cause the picture to enlarge and you can get a better view of these Geese. This is just one of the two types of geese that migrate to Washington. The other geese are referred to as Snow Geese, and are completely white.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Snow Geese can usually be found in the tulip fields in Mount Vernon or on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Camano&lt;/span&gt; Island. I guess the flocks there are quite large and can be a problem in some areas. Anyways, thought you might like to see a picture of these big birds.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4601726353127564917-6649864257556781051?l=vaughns64.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaughns64.blogspot.com/feeds/6649864257556781051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4601726353127564917&amp;postID=6649864257556781051&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601726353127564917/posts/default/6649864257556781051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601726353127564917/posts/default/6649864257556781051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaughns64.blogspot.com/2008/12/migrating-snow-geese.html' title='Migrating Canadian Geese'/><author><name>Engrafted Lives</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09241959440255434095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/Se-sXC7pThI/AAAAAAAAA8s/unT6vouViD0/S220/We+see+you.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/SUWZLnBNDpI/AAAAAAAAAEg/5GBo9qg0-KY/s72-c/Migrate+Snow+Geese.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4601726353127564917.post-3360114708115255480</id><published>2008-12-14T15:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T15:37:14.402-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='snowflakes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trees'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ground'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beauty snowman'/><title type='text'>First Snow of the Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/SUWSXbCDo4I/AAAAAAAAAEY/TywIs7TRyWg/s1600-h/Looking+out+from+living+room+window+up+the+street.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279787069252805506" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/SUWSXbCDo4I/AAAAAAAAAEY/TywIs7TRyWg/s200/Looking+out+from+living+room+window+up+the+street.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Well we have been hearing about the weather to come on the news for a few days now and the system has finally arrived. We woke up this morning and found 3 inches of accumulation on the ground. It is beautiful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love seeing the snow fall and the trees and ground covered with these beautiful, and unique snowflakes. We are expecting it to be in the 20's over the next couple of days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a bit chilly outside, but the beauty of this season is just breath-taking. I know this scene is nothing for those of you who live in the Midwest or the North Eastern part of the United States, but for these parts, snow only comes to the Island a couple times a year. So we tend to enjoy the fluffy stuff when it appears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't forget to take time out to make a snow angel, build a snowman, or an igloo or better yet, make yourself a hot cup of cocoa with whipped cream, build a fire in the fire place and stay inside.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4601726353127564917-3360114708115255480?l=vaughns64.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaughns64.blogspot.com/feeds/3360114708115255480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4601726353127564917&amp;postID=3360114708115255480&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601726353127564917/posts/default/3360114708115255480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601726353127564917/posts/default/3360114708115255480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaughns64.blogspot.com/2008/12/first-snow-of-year.html' title='First Snow of the Year'/><author><name>Engrafted Lives</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09241959440255434095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/Se-sXC7pThI/AAAAAAAAA8s/unT6vouViD0/S220/We+see+you.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/SUWSXbCDo4I/AAAAAAAAAEY/TywIs7TRyWg/s72-c/Looking+out+from+living+room+window+up+the+street.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4601726353127564917.post-105605359597915639</id><published>2008-12-09T20:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T21:30:52.233-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christian'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lamb'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Garce'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pray'/><title type='text'>Mary had a Little Lamb</title><content type='html'>Monday night was our monthly Ladies Bible Fellowship (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;LBF&lt;/span&gt;). The evening was full of excitement. We had a great time of fellowship. Wonderful testimonies from the ladies and Vicki brought a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;message&lt;/span&gt; from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Isaiah&lt;/span&gt; 9:6. During the devotion Vicki read the following poem which I'd like to post below. The poem is about Christ and how he is waiting for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mary had a little Lamb,&lt;br /&gt;His life was white as snow.&lt;br /&gt;Because of mankind's sinful bent,&lt;br /&gt;The Lamb was sent below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He came to us on earth one day,&lt;br /&gt;He was a gift of grace.&lt;br /&gt;He makes the Christian sing and pray,&lt;br /&gt;The Lamb Who took our place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And though the world has turned Him out,&lt;br /&gt;Yet still He lingers near,&lt;br /&gt;And waits so patiently about,&lt;br /&gt;By faith He does appear.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4601726353127564917-105605359597915639?l=vaughns64.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaughns64.blogspot.com/feeds/105605359597915639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4601726353127564917&amp;postID=105605359597915639&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601726353127564917/posts/default/105605359597915639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601726353127564917/posts/default/105605359597915639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaughns64.blogspot.com/2008/12/mary-had-little-lamb.html' title='Mary had a Little Lamb'/><author><name>Engrafted Lives</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09241959440255434095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/Se-sXC7pThI/AAAAAAAAA8s/unT6vouViD0/S220/We+see+you.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4601726353127564917.post-7321687037173969380</id><published>2008-12-06T10:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T11:42:23.273-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Snowman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Larry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Resources'/><title type='text'>Modern Day Snowman</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/STrNguT9HjI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/qkAjcrvIknM/s1600-h/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276755875489193522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/STrNguT9HjI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/qkAjcrvIknM/s200/003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The picture of this Modern Day Snowman is brought to you by my sister Teri. She found this snowman in her backyard one afternoon after coming home from work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Excerpt&lt;/span&gt; from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ter&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Please note the following.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Larry spray painted the snowman's head black to give it black hair. The eye balls are cherry tomatoes with green pepper around them. The nose is a orange ping pong ball (go figure). The mouth is more green peppers. The arms are shims he found down stairs that must of been left over from the builders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought you might want to have a look at what Larry does in his spare time." &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll have to admit, the man knows how to use his available resources. Thanks Ter for sending me the photo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4601726353127564917-7321687037173969380?l=vaughns64.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaughns64.blogspot.com/feeds/7321687037173969380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4601726353127564917&amp;postID=7321687037173969380&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601726353127564917/posts/default/7321687037173969380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601726353127564917/posts/default/7321687037173969380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaughns64.blogspot.com/2008/12/modern-day-snowman.html' title='Modern Day Snowman'/><author><name>Engrafted Lives</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09241959440255434095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/Se-sXC7pThI/AAAAAAAAA8s/unT6vouViD0/S220/We+see+you.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/STrNguT9HjI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/qkAjcrvIknM/s72-c/003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4601726353127564917.post-7294209930597440656</id><published>2008-12-01T20:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T14:21:26.094-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heart'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Math'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lord'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marine Corps'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ITT Tech'/><title type='text'>Steve's Teaching at ITT</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/STS9kWjToUI/AAAAAAAAAEA/WdshFcYCFiA/s1600-h/ITT+Tech+Everett.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275049495784300866" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 137px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/STS9kWjToUI/AAAAAAAAAEA/WdshFcYCFiA/s200/ITT+Tech+Everett.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Psalm 37:4 "Delight thyself also in the LORD; and he shall give thee the desires of thine heart."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steve and I are just praising the Lord for the opportunity he has given him to work as an adjunct instructor at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ITT&lt;/span&gt; Technical Institute in Everett, WA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steve was hired on for two classes this past September. For the winter quarter he has been assigned five classes. Steve will be teaching three math classes, one electronics class and a management class. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;PTL&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you would of asked me twenty-five years ago if Steve would ever be a college math teacher, I would of said, no way! God has orchestrated his life so well. When Steve left to join the Marines he did it because he wanted to prove that whatever his brother could do, he could do better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the Lord used the Marine Corps, in part, to help mold Steve into the person he is today. All that he has gone through and the experiences he has gained over the last couple of decades has all played a role into who he is today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't help but to be overwhelmed with joy and love for this man. I appreciate all the work he does, the time he spends educating himself, the love he has for his family and the desire he has to want to help others in any way he can. The man has a big heart! And I love him!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4601726353127564917-7294209930597440656?l=vaughns64.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaughns64.blogspot.com/feeds/7294209930597440656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4601726353127564917&amp;postID=7294209930597440656&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601726353127564917/posts/default/7294209930597440656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601726353127564917/posts/default/7294209930597440656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaughns64.blogspot.com/2008/12/steve-and-i-are-just-praising-lord-for.html' title='Steve&apos;s Teaching at ITT'/><author><name>Engrafted Lives</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09241959440255434095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/Se-sXC7pThI/AAAAAAAAA8s/unT6vouViD0/S220/We+see+you.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/STS9kWjToUI/AAAAAAAAAEA/WdshFcYCFiA/s72-c/ITT+Tech+Everett.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4601726353127564917.post-7390070598018124348</id><published>2008-11-30T13:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T21:49:08.911-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stars'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Planets'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Venus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Heavens'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Moon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jupiter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>Have You Been Watching .....</title><content type='html'>A couple of weeks ago I was talking with my dad and he told me of a bright light he had seen in the sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I am a fan of astronomy (not astrology), I decided to do some research to see if I could find out what was going on, and boy am I glad I did. Had my dad not mentioned this bright light, I would be missing two planets (Jupiter and Venus) in our solar system converging. Tomorrow night, December 1st, right after sunset the two planets will be very close together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can't help thinking about God and his wondrous works when things like this occur. Psalm 8:3 says, "When I consider thy heavens, the work of thy fingers, the moon and the stars, which thou has ordained;".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also believe God allows these events in our night sky to take place so we can know and remember that there is a God. "The heavens declare the glory of God; and the firmament sheweth his handiwork." Psalm 19:1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to see a great picture of the two planets, then check out this photo at: &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/meisenhut/3064198709/"&gt;http://www.flickr.com/photos/meisenhut/3064198709/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and if you want to read up more on what is happening in our sky, then check out this article: &lt;a href="http://news.yahoo.com/s/space/20081128/sc_space/spectacularskyscenemondayevening"&gt;http://news.yahoo.com/s/space/20081128/sc_space/spectacularskyscenemondayevening&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy star-gazing!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4601726353127564917-7390070598018124348?l=vaughns64.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaughns64.blogspot.com/feeds/7390070598018124348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4601726353127564917&amp;postID=7390070598018124348&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601726353127564917/posts/default/7390070598018124348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601726353127564917/posts/default/7390070598018124348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaughns64.blogspot.com/2008/11/have-you-been-watching.html' title='Have You Been Watching .....'/><author><name>Engrafted Lives</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09241959440255434095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/Se-sXC7pThI/AAAAAAAAA8s/unT6vouViD0/S220/We+see+you.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4601726353127564917.post-8233585096361074905</id><published>2008-11-27T15:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T13:44:23.739-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='log splitter'/><title type='text'>Log Splitter is the way to go!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/SS8txOfp4DI/AAAAAAAAAD4/kEi5f_lizRI/s1600-h/DSC00068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273484012401844274" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/SS8txOfp4DI/AAAAAAAAAD4/kEi5f_lizRI/s200/DSC00068.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Since the weather was so nice today, Steve and I headed to our backyard to chop some wood for the next chilly night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two years ago I got Steve a log splitter for Christmas. If you have never had a splitter or have never seen one this is a must have tool. The time it takes to split logs is cut in half and it beats chopping a lot of wood with a maul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This log-splitter is so easy to use I can do it. The blessing here though, is not that I can use the tool, but that it allows Steve to split wood without further damaging his shoulders.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4601726353127564917-8233585096361074905?l=vaughns64.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaughns64.blogspot.com/feeds/8233585096361074905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4601726353127564917&amp;postID=8233585096361074905&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601726353127564917/posts/default/8233585096361074905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4601726353127564917/posts/default/8233585096361074905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaughns64.blogspot.com/2008/11/log-splitter-is-way-to-go.html' title='Log Splitter is the way to go!'/><author><name>Engrafted Lives</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09241959440255434095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/Se-sXC7pThI/AAAAAAAAA8s/unT6vouViD0/S220/We+see+you.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VQsLwKEc2XM/SS8txOfp4DI/AAAAAAAAAD4/kEi5f_lizRI/s72-c/DSC00068.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
