<?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-5597199992231481251</id><updated>2012-01-11T21:01:23.537-08:00</updated><category term='The JOY of Owning a Home'/><title type='text'>The Journey</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yellibrown.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597199992231481251/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yellibrown.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05025896664375637719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tZteu9NQUB4/TwJO8XEdDuI/AAAAAAAAAUk/p5gTXMKHYYI/s220/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-12-27%2Bat%2B3.04.16%2BPM.png'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>25</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597199992231481251.post-3988817248880573958</id><published>2012-01-02T19:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T19:45:46.047-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Beginnings and MORE</title><content type='html'>Good-bye 2011!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's amazing how much has happened in the last year.&amp;nbsp; It has been both wonderful and difficult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We traveled the world (kind of).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NdXjrF-Mf_A/TwJvctcHCJI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/fDb-9YnRYyw/s1600/IMG_7589.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NdXjrF-Mf_A/TwJvctcHCJI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/fDb-9YnRYyw/s400/IMG_7589.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;New York (Technically 2010)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Tm_BbCJZLw4/TwJvf4q93MI/AAAAAAAAAaA/FkaEnsKYROM/s1600/IMG_8181.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Tm_BbCJZLw4/TwJvf4q93MI/AAAAAAAAAaA/FkaEnsKYROM/s400/IMG_8181.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Israel (with Sandals Church) in May&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-k3CfIVLtfIg/TwJxE2PT6OI/AAAAAAAAAaU/2foQq8yDyGs/s1600/IMG_0410.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-k3CfIVLtfIg/TwJxE2PT6OI/AAAAAAAAAaU/2foQq8yDyGs/s400/IMG_0410.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Big Sur (beginning of our Summer trip) sorry so blurry!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GiAheGYEAVw/TwJuexoYOnI/AAAAAAAAAYg/nQrgTZ_6vIo/s1600/IMG_0445.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GiAheGYEAVw/TwJuexoYOnI/AAAAAAAAAYg/nQrgTZ_6vIo/s400/IMG_0445.JPG" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;A quick stop in Oregon&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4NrxprRECA4/TwJukQRSelI/AAAAAAAAAYo/opnOrkFeIf8/s1600/IMG_0470.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4NrxprRECA4/TwJukQRSelI/AAAAAAAAAYo/opnOrkFeIf8/s400/IMG_0470.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Seattle (sharing some of my first memories with my family!!)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pP4XoIHDXC4/TwJvXBob7vI/AAAAAAAAAZw/w9rEnVcrRdI/s1600/IMG_8735.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pP4XoIHDXC4/TwJvXBob7vI/AAAAAAAAAZw/w9rEnVcrRdI/s400/IMG_8735.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Still Seattle - Puget Sound&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hAxrNvFIuIs/TwJuqF00oTI/AAAAAAAAAYw/BYTc63q_Gbw/s1600/IMG_0485.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hAxrNvFIuIs/TwJuqF00oTI/AAAAAAAAAYw/BYTc63q_Gbw/s400/IMG_0485.JPG" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Still Seattle (The kids had a great time!!)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yIsP84AgWOw/TwJux8SqyVI/AAAAAAAAAY4/2dEK_hXxdfc/s1600/IMG_0640.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yIsP84AgWOw/TwJux8SqyVI/AAAAAAAAAY4/2dEK_hXxdfc/s320/IMG_0640.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then to Idaho (My parents home is so fun!)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-go3ye56fWMQ/TwJu2aVQ_2I/AAAAAAAAAZA/qOp4Z_IBxj4/s1600/IMG_0730.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-go3ye56fWMQ/TwJu2aVQ_2I/AAAAAAAAAZA/qOp4Z_IBxj4/s320/IMG_0730.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yellowstone was probably our favorite stop.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OXRFR64RTCM/TwJu51lXTQI/AAAAAAAAAZI/16mmFXXqsa4/s1600/IMG_0744.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OXRFR64RTCM/TwJu51lXTQI/AAAAAAAAAZI/16mmFXXqsa4/s400/IMG_0744.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Old Faithful (Yellowstone)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jWn4u0h6yV8/TwJvBWgQsiI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/H_H8omNiY-Y/s1600/IMG_0905.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jWn4u0h6yV8/TwJvBWgQsiI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/H_H8omNiY-Y/s320/IMG_0905.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our stuffed bears playing cards. Whose don't?&amp;nbsp; (Yellowstone)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mPyjCQjw10I/TwJvPID9IxI/AAAAAAAAAZg/WzzfRd7IKXA/s1600/IMG_1035.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mPyjCQjw10I/TwJvPID9IxI/AAAAAAAAAZg/WzzfRd7IKXA/s400/IMG_1035.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Narrows at Zion in Utah&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KrO51fgZhpM/TwJvVQjzv0I/AAAAAAAAAZo/MHXcebbYU0I/s1600/IMG_1040.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KrO51fgZhpM/TwJvVQjzv0I/AAAAAAAAAZo/MHXcebbYU0I/s400/IMG_1040.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The kids loved the hike!! (Zion) (end of summer trip)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also went to San Carlos, Camp Pendalton, and Chicago which I do not have pictures of unfortunately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decisions were also made in 2011 that have shaped our futures &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;significantly&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.&amp;nbsp; We decided to adopt a dog. Kona is like having another child in the home.&amp;nbsp; But she has become a very loved member of the family now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.&amp;nbsp; Our roommates, the Navarros, moved into their own home after 7 years of life together.&amp;nbsp; What a huge blessing they have been and will continue to be.&amp;nbsp; God has blessed them in a new city and a new direction.&amp;nbsp; I'm so excited to see what God does with them!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.&amp;nbsp; Lastly, and probably the biggest change, was the decision to follow God by leaving the church we have loved for so long and go to new place to minister and lead.&amp;nbsp; Where? When? We don't have any confirmation of that yet.&amp;nbsp; However, we have committed to go to any place God wants us to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This last decision is what prompted me to change this blog.&amp;nbsp; We will probably be moving out of Riverside, our home for the last 18 - 20 years.&amp;nbsp; So, I would like to use this as our connecting point to the details of the new ministry and life we are heading towards.&amp;nbsp; Facebook is awesome, and so is Twitter.&amp;nbsp; However, I can not fill you in on all the details as well as in this venue.&amp;nbsp; Of course there is the phone and skype too (so many amazing options!!!).&amp;nbsp; I just think I can share our hearts so well through writing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are so excited to see the direction God takes us as we faithfully trust him with all the details.&amp;nbsp; We are excited to use the gifts he has developed and continues to develop in us.&amp;nbsp; We are excited to share the authentic love of God with whomever He chooses to put in our path along the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are truly excited to follow Christ on this amazing JOURNEY!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5597199992231481251-3988817248880573958?l=yellibrown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yellibrown.blogspot.com/feeds/3988817248880573958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5597199992231481251&amp;postID=3988817248880573958' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597199992231481251/posts/default/3988817248880573958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597199992231481251/posts/default/3988817248880573958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yellibrown.blogspot.com/2012/01/new-beginnings-and-more.html' title='New Beginnings and MORE'/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05025896664375637719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tZteu9NQUB4/TwJO8XEdDuI/AAAAAAAAAUk/p5gTXMKHYYI/s220/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-12-27%2Bat%2B3.04.16%2BPM.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NdXjrF-Mf_A/TwJvctcHCJI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/fDb-9YnRYyw/s72-c/IMG_7589.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597199992231481251.post-6407164880996278166</id><published>2011-03-17T08:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-17T09:46:49.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Perspective</title><content type='html'>Welcome back if you are still following me somehow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you know, I do not pretend to know what life is all about.  So, as a disclaimer for this blog entry, I need to say that this is not me telling everyone what to do.  It may not make sense to some of you either.  It is purely a sharing of where I am at currently in my life, and &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;IF&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; it's something you are seeing in your own life right now, then I hope this helps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we were all honest, we give a lot of advice and opinions we ourselves never follow.  We hear information from someone or read it somewhere and then commence in telling others exactly what they need to do to make their lives "better".  We tell them, "if you just do this..." or "I read this and it works..." or "If EVERYONE did this we would not have this problem...." or "It's simple..you need to change..."   Yet, we ourselves don't actually do those very things....if we were really honest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We seem to all know what "works".  So why are we sooooooo screwed up.  I guess it's not that simple after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not an attack on anyone.  We are all just trying to help.  Our intentions are noble and filled with love.  We are trying to be the friend we all want.  So where are we going wrong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perspective!  We see life from &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OUR&lt;/span&gt; own perspective.  It is actually somewhat impossible to see it from any other point of view.  We think about what makes sense to us and then &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;HOPE&lt;/span&gt; that others make sense of it the same way.  Then, we are absolutely shocked when they get mad at us, stop talking to us, find new friends, say something completely hurtful, fill in the blank______......  You have all been there.  It usually ends with, "What did I say/do?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perspective is so important that when we think about it, all our hopes, dreams, hurts, failures, decisions, values, direction is based on what perspective we see life.  I guess the problem isn't in having that perspective.  The problem we &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ALL&lt;/span&gt; have, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;including me&lt;/span&gt;, is that we almost refuse to see any other perspective. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something I tell my kids on a REGULAR basis is, "If you were that person, what would you think or how would you feel?"  Since we all have different perspectives, it's not a fix all to ask that question. If we all have different perspectives, wouldn't it be true that we might all have different reactions? We do have similarities in  reactions, feelings, behaviors, and reasoning.  So why do have such different perspectives? I have no answer except that maybe that's what God wanted for us so we could learn and grow?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In light of this complicated life point, I have been challenged to ask myself the very same question I make my kids ask, "If I was that person or in that situation, what would I think or feel?" However, I'm going to take it one step further.  I'm also going to ask myself, "Based on the truth of God, what truth do I find in this situation?" Knowing those two things is already beginning to help me do several things differently. I am forcing myself to see others and situations through the best perspective, God's perspective.  This is wholly impossible because we do not fully understand GOD.  I do not pretend that I will every see it truly His way.  However, giving up and saying, "Since I'll never see it 100% right, then I don't care.  I'll just do what I want," will only sustain the problem even more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The changes I have seen since I started implementing this have been strange but nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.   I have been challenged to pray for them in love.  God actually challenged me to put down my pride with others and pray for them and bless them. EVEN WHEN I am furious with them. HARD? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ABSOLUTELY YES!!!!&lt;/span&gt; (still working on this forever)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  I am calmer and have a more level headed response.   (50% of the time)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  I don't feel like I'm constantly running around trying to fix things because something feels wrong or broken. (40% of the time and rising)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  My relationships are more compassionate and giving. I'm less focused on what I want which actually ends up making me feel closer to them. (50% of the time and growing)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  I'm more willing to hear and learn where I am wrong and need change in my own life. (25% of the time and hopefully growing)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all want a better life than the one we've lived.  Even in the best life we can find something that we'd change.  So, why not try looking at it completely differently?  Why not try to see others' points of view?  Why not try to see it God's way?  Why not?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5597199992231481251-6407164880996278166?l=yellibrown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yellibrown.blogspot.com/feeds/6407164880996278166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5597199992231481251&amp;postID=6407164880996278166' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597199992231481251/posts/default/6407164880996278166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597199992231481251/posts/default/6407164880996278166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yellibrown.blogspot.com/2011/03/perspective.html' title='Perspective'/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05025896664375637719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tZteu9NQUB4/TwJO8XEdDuI/AAAAAAAAAUk/p5gTXMKHYYI/s220/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-12-27%2Bat%2B3.04.16%2BPM.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597199992231481251.post-3657320544606023916</id><published>2011-01-06T14:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-06T15:00:56.871-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The JOY of Owning a Home'/><title type='text'>Fixed....</title><content type='html'>I'm Back.... For how long?  I have no idea.  I'm trying again to keep up with this.  We'll see.  Now go back through all my blog entries and see how many times I've said that.  HAHAHAHA&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you're still out there and a homeowner you'll relate to this next portion of my blog. I'm going to call this new section "The JOY of Owning a Home".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The JOY of Owning a Home: #1&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, as you know, owning a home means CONSTANT FIXING REQUIRED!!!  I really don't enjoy this part of owning a home.  As you probably agree, I love when our money can go to more useful things like family time, vacations, people who need help or even some clothes that fit for my kids.  Unfortunately, no matter how much I complain, this is a part of the decision to buy a home, and they definitely won't magically fix themselves.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since about a year ago our kitchen faucet started dying a slow methodical death.  First, the button that switched between the spray and and the running water got stuck here and there. Then, when I tried to turn the faucet from side to side it started getting harder and harder. Next, the pull out handle would fall out when I tried to put it back in.  However, the nail in the coffin was the the sprayer started spraying in SEVERAL directions.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Every single one of those symptoms gradually grew worse over the last 6 months.  By the end water was spraying everywhere because of broken spray holes (not clogged, BROKEN), I had to use two hands to turn the faucet side to side, the pull out spray handle was resting somewhere near the holder, and I could not get the button to go to straight running water at all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today was the day that it had to be fixed if I wanted to keep the counters and everyone near the sink dry.  So I went online to look up &lt;a href="http://www.plumbersurplus.com/Cat/Kitchen-Faucets/593"&gt;kitchen faucets&lt;/a&gt;.  Found myself one of the beautiful &lt;a href="http://www.plumbersurplus.com/Brands/Danze/312"&gt;Danze faucets&lt;/a&gt; to be my favorite. Picked up the faucet and now it is sitting on my counter waiting for Mr. Fix-it (aka Nathan Brown) to install.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even though the list will continue to grow, probably faster by the day, I feel like we have accomplished at least one of those homeowner projects.  Not that I'm counting but we have now had a total of 4 kitchen sink faucets  since we bought our home 10 years ago.  So, I'm pretty sure, this will not be the last.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now onto finishing Leah's room redecorating project which started 1 1/2 years ago. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5597199992231481251-3657320544606023916?l=yellibrown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yellibrown.blogspot.com/feeds/3657320544606023916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5597199992231481251&amp;postID=3657320544606023916' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597199992231481251/posts/default/3657320544606023916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597199992231481251/posts/default/3657320544606023916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yellibrown.blogspot.com/2011/01/fixed.html' title='Fixed....'/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05025896664375637719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tZteu9NQUB4/TwJO8XEdDuI/AAAAAAAAAUk/p5gTXMKHYYI/s220/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-12-27%2Bat%2B3.04.16%2BPM.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597199992231481251.post-63123146170826634</id><published>2010-04-05T14:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T14:22:52.185-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Surprise!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4xljAr8TVJ8/S7pUrC1cx7I/AAAAAAAAAS0/bxH3mr923Dk/s1600/photo-772186.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4xljAr8TVJ8/S7pUrC1cx7I/AAAAAAAAAS0/bxH3mr923Dk/s320/photo-772186.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456766996984940466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Thank you to everyone who helped us make this gift to our kids so  &lt;br&gt;exciting. It took them a while to figure it out.&lt;p&gt;Not at the check-in. Not when Nate checked in our bags. Not when they  &lt;br&gt;were given their passports and tickets. Finally, Nate asked them to  &lt;br&gt;read their tickets. Still stumped!!  So, Nate asked the security check  &lt;br&gt;point employee to tell them where they were going and their jaws  &lt;br&gt;dropped. Then came &amp;quot;no way!!!!&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;Surprise accomplished!!!&lt;p&gt;Now to wait to get on the plane. Hopefully, the onslaught of questions  &lt;br&gt;will be settled before the 5 hr. flight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5597199992231481251-63123146170826634?l=yellibrown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yellibrown.blogspot.com/feeds/63123146170826634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5597199992231481251&amp;postID=63123146170826634' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597199992231481251/posts/default/63123146170826634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597199992231481251/posts/default/63123146170826634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yellibrown.blogspot.com/2010/04/surprise.html' title='Surprise!!!'/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05025896664375637719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tZteu9NQUB4/TwJO8XEdDuI/AAAAAAAAAUk/p5gTXMKHYYI/s220/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-12-27%2Bat%2B3.04.16%2BPM.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4xljAr8TVJ8/S7pUrC1cx7I/AAAAAAAAAS0/bxH3mr923Dk/s72-c/photo-772186.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597199992231481251.post-891838062818731497</id><published>2010-03-29T09:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T10:01:27.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DON'T Ruin the Surprise!! Please!</title><content type='html'>I like and dislike surprises.  The last time I was thrown a surprise party was the day Leah was rushed to the hospital not breathing.  So, I think that day made surprises not so much fun for me. However, this did not ruin all surprises for me. I like little surprises that show that others are thinking of me, AND I &lt;b&gt;love &lt;/b&gt;surprising others.&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;BTW:  I have started a new love language. It is Moments of Thoughtfulness. I don't care what someone does or gives me as long as it is apparent that they were actually thinking of me not doing it out of obligation.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Moving on...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All this to say...WE ARE SURPRISING THE KIDS!!!  They have no idea, and it MUST stay that way!!!!  We are taking them to Hawaii for spring break!!  I'm actually going to sneak around this week packing them and getting them ready to go.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, I have slipped up a few times where I have had to almost lie to them about the whole thing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Talking in front of Leah to one of my friends about going. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Leah: Are we going to Hawaii too?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: Daddy and I are going.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Leah: When&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: Soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Leah:  I wish we could go too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: Someday, I promise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Leah: So who is going to stay with us while you and daddy go?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me:  Still working on it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm a terrible mom. I want to just tell her (&amp;amp; Shey), but I don't want to hear them talk nonstop about it asking me every 15 min., "When do we leave?" for the next 7 days. So, we are keeping it a secret.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"When are we going to tell them?" you ask.  Don't know.  We are still figuring that all out.  We are definitely telling them before we get on the plane. However, we want to sleep the night before.  So, I think we may tell them the morning we leave.  One of my brilliant ideas is to tell them that Uncle Moi is dropping us off at the airport, and we want them to come with us.  Then, when we get there turn and say to them, "Oh. Hey.  Do you guys want to go too? Well, come on. Let's go!" One of my friends kindly told me that this may not work unless we remind them that this will not happen every time they take us to the airport. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway,  I can't wait to see the looks on their cute little faces when reality hits them that we are really going! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5597199992231481251-891838062818731497?l=yellibrown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yellibrown.blogspot.com/feeds/891838062818731497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5597199992231481251&amp;postID=891838062818731497' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597199992231481251/posts/default/891838062818731497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597199992231481251/posts/default/891838062818731497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yellibrown.blogspot.com/2010/03/dont-ruin-surprise-please.html' title='DON&apos;T Ruin the Surprise!! Please!'/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05025896664375637719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tZteu9NQUB4/TwJO8XEdDuI/AAAAAAAAAUk/p5gTXMKHYYI/s220/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-12-27%2Bat%2B3.04.16%2BPM.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597199992231481251.post-7048813391180815878</id><published>2010-03-27T16:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T16:27:44.320-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HEY FACEBOOK FRIENDS</title><content type='html'>Do you have a blog I can follow?  I like reading about others and their lives.  If you are not on the list to the right, please leave a comment with your blog address so I can start following you.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;THANKS!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5597199992231481251-7048813391180815878?l=yellibrown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yellibrown.blogspot.com/feeds/7048813391180815878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5597199992231481251&amp;postID=7048813391180815878' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597199992231481251/posts/default/7048813391180815878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597199992231481251/posts/default/7048813391180815878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yellibrown.blogspot.com/2010/03/hey-facebook-friends.html' title='HEY FACEBOOK FRIENDS'/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05025896664375637719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tZteu9NQUB4/TwJO8XEdDuI/AAAAAAAAAUk/p5gTXMKHYYI/s220/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-12-27%2Bat%2B3.04.16%2BPM.png'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597199992231481251.post-273629233762646380</id><published>2010-03-25T11:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T13:36:35.460-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a Thought or Two</title><content type='html'>This morning I woke up with MANY things on my mind.  You know you've done it.  You've woken up stuck with what to deal with first. You sit/lay in bed hiding under the covers paralyzed by the day ahead of you.  "What do I do first?" you say as the list of things to do gets longer and longer. This was one such morning for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had obligations though.  I had to get the kids to school. SO after a few paralyzing minutes, my routine took over.  I got up, threw on clothes that would at the very least get me decently there and back, and corralled the kids into the car.  Off I drove, headache and all, towards the kids' school realizing that I had no idea what my hair looked like.  With a quick glance in the rear view mirror I surmised that it really doesn't matter all that much.  I was not getting out of the car at any point.  I then brought my attention back to the task at hand; driving the oddly cooperative children, singing to Toby Mac at the top of their lungs no less, to school.  They tumbled out of the car, and I exited the half moon circle filled with crazed parents glaring at each other with the look of, "Don't you know that I should have the right of way no matter what."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entertained by the display of selfishness going on around me I headed towards home with my warm, quiet, sink into it mattress calling my name. Oh, how I wish my mind would have stopped racing, because by the time I got home the mattress's loud call had been completely silenced. The MANY things on mind took over again.   So now here I am, 6 hours later, still trying to sort them out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are these MANY things, you ask? Well that would just bore you or seem to you as silly, mundane, pointless, etc...take your pick.  The MANY things are really not the point.  The point is, how do I get them organized and out of my head? I'm sure you understand this feeling as well.  If I could just get them out of my head, I could move on with my day in a more sane-like manner.  BUT no!  It is not to be.  UNLESS?.....of course....BLOG them?  That's it.  I'll blog them. That will do the trick. (I hope)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suck at blogging.  Yes. It's the truth.  I am inconsistent. I have no one direction. I sometimes write too much or too little. I confuse people. AND I'm pretty sure I'm writing the same thing as some other poor soul out there. So I though about it.  Should I write anyway? Should I risk the vulnerability of sharing me, the real me, with the general public? Should I risk the criticism that I know you are probably doing right now (don't lie...I do it too)? So I decided, obviously, that my sanity was worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came the brilliant thought that I could be as real with you as I could possibly be.  Tadda!!! Now presenting the top 10 reasons I don't blog!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10. No Body Reads this Anyway:  &lt;/span&gt;It's true.  Do you REALLY read the blogs you come across or subscribe to? Do you take the time to get to know a little bit more about your friends and their needs, fears, concerns, likes, dislikes, etc....?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9. Organization: &lt;/span&gt;I usually am disorganized in my day/week.  I, unfortunately, fly by the seat of my pants as they say.  It's really quite a quandary I live with. I like the spontaneity of it and I loathe the feeling of letting someone down due to the insensitivity that sometimes comes along with disorganization.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8. Children:&lt;/span&gt; I find that many people write about their children.  I feel unsafe in that. I love reading about others and their family antics. What I have a hard time with is subjecting my children to the criticism of others. They get to allow me the privilege of sharing about them. If they don't want to me share, I will stay silent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7.  Vulnerability:&lt;/span&gt; Raise your hand if you want to walk onto the American Idol stage naked, no make-up, and unshowered!  That's what it sometimes feels like to blog for me.  I'm laying my naked soul before an audience hoping that the judges will give grace to the imperfection of who I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6.  Subject:&lt;/span&gt; As much as I don't care what the subject of each of my blogs is, I do care if people read it.  I find myself only blogging the things that I think people would really care about or comment on.  If I don't think that the subject is good enough, entertaining enough, insightful enough...the list goes on and on...I just won't write it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. Time: &lt;/span&gt; Is the time it takes worth it? Is there something better I could be doing  with my time? Well, of course there is!!! Don't be silly.  We all have "better" things to do with our time. We just avoid them at all cost. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. Pictures:&lt;/span&gt;  I used to only blog if I could include pictures in the process.  I have tried to mix it up this year because my life is not always in pictures. However, I know I have skipped over blogs that are too long to read.  If you've made it this far into my blog, CONGRATS!!! You win knowing more about me. Lucky you!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3.  Hurting Someone's Feelings: &lt;/span&gt;I must start with an apology if I have ever hurt your feelings in any of posts.  I thing I think about way too much is if I am or about to hurt someone's feelings.  It actually controls a lot of what I say and do.  Oh, and yes, I know I just have to get over that, because it is inevitable that this will happen at some point.  I just don't like it when I know I have done unintentionally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2.  Comments:&lt;/span&gt; I fear and covet your comments.  I know that most of the people that read blogs have an opinion. I do too. However, do you really have to leave such nasty comments?  I have read some of the meanest statements in the comment section of some blogs.  Of course they leave it as "anonymous". Like that is somehow making it less personal.  Any time a negative comment is left for someone I hurt for them.  So far, I have only received one in my blogging career. However, as bad as that was, I think it hurts even more when no one leaves a comment at all. NO PITY COMMENTS PLEASE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. Over Spiritualization:&lt;/span&gt; I commend people for being bold in their faith.  In fact I think I may even envy the gumption to post something so inspiring. So, keep it inspiring to REAL LIFE! Not the life of others. YOU!! How is God leading you? I don't want to know what you think others should do with their Christian journey. I want to know how YOU have been inspired in your prayer time, reading time, conversations with other Christians.  I learn so much from what people have learned in their journey with Christ through the struggles they encounter.  OR, in the victories they experience!  I love rejoicing in those moments as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There you go.  I made it.  WAY TOO MUCH information about me and my thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One request...if you made it this far...I'm thinking of renaming this blog. ANY IDEAS?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAVE A BLESSED DAY!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5597199992231481251-273629233762646380?l=yellibrown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yellibrown.blogspot.com/feeds/273629233762646380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5597199992231481251&amp;postID=273629233762646380' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597199992231481251/posts/default/273629233762646380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597199992231481251/posts/default/273629233762646380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yellibrown.blogspot.com/2010/03/just-thought-or-two.html' title='Just a Thought or Two'/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05025896664375637719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tZteu9NQUB4/TwJO8XEdDuI/AAAAAAAAAUk/p5gTXMKHYYI/s220/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-12-27%2Bat%2B3.04.16%2BPM.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597199992231481251.post-7667342602166342484</id><published>2009-11-06T11:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T11:29:26.310-08:00</updated><title type='text'>JOY!!!</title><content type='html'>I'm 3 people!  Not really of course.  I just have three different jobs that I do aside from my everyday mom/wife/friend roles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1 - I'm a music teacher.  I love this part of me!!! It's my deep down true passion.  My student list continues to grow which is amazing during this time of recession.  I thought that since music lessons are an extra expense that I would have one or two students.  Not so..  I have 5 regular students scheduled and 2 more starting in a couple weeks.  What a wonderful blessing that God is allowing me... to work within my passion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2 - I make cakes!  Yes...i know...can you say DIFFERENT!  Well, something you might not know about me is I also have a passion for art.  I rarely get to express this on paper but apparently it translates to cake very well. I'm having so much fun doing this. My goal is always to make a cake that is not only beautiful to look at, but also AMAZING to eat.  I mean, what's a cake if it is not good to eat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#3 - Lastly is my sound engineer me.  This part of me is the techy geek part of me.  I love the intricacies of making a group of musicians sound amazing and pulling off professional productions.  Who says a worship service has to sound amateur (A little controversial in many ways)? I've continued to grow and develop this part of me over the last 9 1/2 years with the help of amazing men around me.  I really have not come across any other girls yet.  I'm sure they are out there.  I would love to meet them actually.  I look forward to the growth that is ahead of me because there is so much more I can learn and want to do with this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, all this to say I love how God has placed in my lap some amazing opportunities to serve others.  That is how I see all this by the way.  Every single one of my jobs is hopefully bringing a small bit of God's joy to others.  There are many VERY serious things going on all over the world. I never want to pretend, ignore, or diminish the struggles of so many.  However, by serving others in these small ways and bringing a small bit of joy to their otherwise stressful lives, I get to see the JOY God so much wants to bring us ALL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5597199992231481251-7667342602166342484?l=yellibrown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yellibrown.blogspot.com/feeds/7667342602166342484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5597199992231481251&amp;postID=7667342602166342484' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597199992231481251/posts/default/7667342602166342484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597199992231481251/posts/default/7667342602166342484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yellibrown.blogspot.com/2009/11/joy.html' title='JOY!!!'/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05025896664375637719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tZteu9NQUB4/TwJO8XEdDuI/AAAAAAAAAUk/p5gTXMKHYYI/s220/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-12-27%2Bat%2B3.04.16%2BPM.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597199992231481251.post-7741480809411253749</id><published>2009-09-25T08:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T10:50:34.021-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No Complaints</title><content type='html'>So, last night we were driving to Disneyland for a family night.  As I was reading my son's story about the elephant that wanted to go to school for the first time KABLAM!!! The passenger's side window in my husband's car LITERALLY blew up in my lap.  I have absolutely no idea how it happened.  We don't know if something hit it or if it shattered on it's own.  Either way I now had glass all over my lap, in my shirt, in my pants, in my water bottle, &amp;amp; in my hair. YAY!  Another thing to add to the list of issues to be taken care of! We pulled off the freeway, and stopped at the gas station with the vacuums.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked back and saw that not only had I been freaked out by the incident, but so had my children in the back seat.  They were calm and collected, yet you could see the fear in their eyes over not knowing what had just happened.  Nate cleaned up the glass, made an appointment to get the glass replaced, and drove us back home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A decision had to made at this point. Do we scratch our plans and stay home, OR jump in the truck and still go? We definitely would not get to spend a ton of time at Disneyland. So, do we go knowing that our time was limited?  We decided our family time was WAY TOO IMPORTANT. We went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, there is something you need to know.  My husband will be working nonstop for the next week.  He will even be gone 3 of those days.  This was the last night for about 10 days that he had to spend with the kids while they would be awake.  So, the decision was simple.  Even though the kids and I were still a little shaken up, our family time would not be deterred.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent the next 4 hours laughing, playing, screaming, eating, and just plain enjoying each other.  My kids at one point even gave each other a great big hug. UNPROMPTED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess there will ALWAYS be something to complain about.  There will ALWAYS be things that don't go as we had planned them.  There will ALWAYS be things that upset us, hurt us, scare us, and make us want to let the world know how UNFAIR life is.  However, I chose to let the amazing unprompted hug between my children take the place of those thoughts that seemed so much easier at the time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that we think that being happy and content in our lives is the easy part...if it weren't for all these people, problems, and circumstances which ruin our perfect happy world.... Actually that is not the easy part.  It is actually so much easier to see and think about what goes wrong.  It takes so much MORE EFFORT to think and dwell on the good and great things that God blesses us with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired. I'm tired of the negative in my life.  It wears me out. It makes me sick (literally) to think about it.  So what do I do?  How do I let it go? I really don't know.  I guess I just have to do the hard/difficult/impossible thing.  Focus on the blessings God has given me.  Thank Him everyday for the opportunity to serve him.  Follow His direction no matter what, and let Him have all the crap (excuse my language).  This in no way means that the negative won't affect me. I'm human just like everyone else. I think this is a choice I want to make in my life right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, in short (ok not so short), I have no complaints......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5597199992231481251-7741480809411253749?l=yellibrown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yellibrown.blogspot.com/feeds/7741480809411253749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5597199992231481251&amp;postID=7741480809411253749' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597199992231481251/posts/default/7741480809411253749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597199992231481251/posts/default/7741480809411253749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yellibrown.blogspot.com/2009/09/no-complaints.html' title='No Complaints'/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05025896664375637719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tZteu9NQUB4/TwJO8XEdDuI/AAAAAAAAAUk/p5gTXMKHYYI/s220/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-12-27%2Bat%2B3.04.16%2BPM.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597199992231481251.post-3749790379950412169</id><published>2009-09-22T20:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T20:48:32.022-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Realizations...</title><content type='html'>Last week I fasted from Facebook, Twitter, &amp;amp; blogs.  I realized several things:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  I spend WAY too much time on all of them (it's mostly the games on Facebook I fear).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  I don't know what is going on in others' lives unless I read about it on their posts (just like you are probably doing now about me.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  Even if I spend "quality time" with someone in person, I still will not know what is going on with them till I check Facebook/Twitter/Blogs (again...I'm in the same boat with my communication skills).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  I feel safer finding out about what's going on with them.... OR... having conversations with them knowing that I have a starting point according to a comment they have made on one of the above medias mentioned (through texting, e-mail, or chatting OF COURSE)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this to say, I appologize for not actually "talking" to all of you.  SO, I have resolved to make communication more personal and more audible than I have been doing since the introduction of Facebook/Blogs/Twitter. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you with me?!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5597199992231481251-3749790379950412169?l=yellibrown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yellibrown.blogspot.com/feeds/3749790379950412169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5597199992231481251&amp;postID=3749790379950412169' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597199992231481251/posts/default/3749790379950412169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597199992231481251/posts/default/3749790379950412169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yellibrown.blogspot.com/2009/09/realizations.html' title='Realizations...'/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05025896664375637719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tZteu9NQUB4/TwJO8XEdDuI/AAAAAAAAAUk/p5gTXMKHYYI/s220/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-12-27%2Bat%2B3.04.16%2BPM.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597199992231481251.post-4922823813003384028</id><published>2009-09-02T16:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T16:46:52.105-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Back...miss me?</title><content type='html'>Hey everyone.  It's been a looooooooooooong time.  Truth?  Ive been so busy with twitter and facebook that I was starting to think blogging was redundant.  Then I remembered that my mother (not on facebook yet...Come on mom! you can do it!) still checks in here every now and then. She lives in Idaho and phone conversations don't always divulge as much information (totally my fault).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, I will now update this a little more often.  I also want to keep up with more blogs. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Leave a comment with your blog address so I can follow you if you feel safe doing so.&lt;/span&gt;  I guarantee there are not many people who check this.  It would probably be as safe as e-mailing me directly.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what I have been up to lately....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  I have been reading Meer Christianity by C.S. Lewis after reading my Bible (Nehemiah) each morning.  It is very revealing and intersting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4xljAr8TVJ8/Sp7-t7hw4QI/AAAAAAAAARI/X-wlXSngVdA/s1600-h/Picture+17.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 185px; height: 260px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4xljAr8TVJ8/Sp7-t7hw4QI/AAAAAAAAARI/X-wlXSngVdA/s320/Picture+17.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377015070153826562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. CAKE!!! - check out my &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://yelliscakes.com"&gt;website&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://yelliscakes.blogspot.com/"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt; to see what I have been up to there. I have gotten more work than I could have ever imagined, and I am completely enjoying it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4xljAr8TVJ8/Sp7_glzNKpI/AAAAAAAAARQ/uXAv0Kw2Ya0/s1600-h/IMG_4102.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 248px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4xljAr8TVJ8/Sp7_glzNKpI/AAAAAAAAARQ/uXAv0Kw2Ya0/s320/IMG_4102.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377015940494731922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Kids are back in school!  I had a great time with them this summer.  Birthday parties, camping, library, and so much more.  They are growing up fast (as all moms say), but I am loving getting to know them at this stage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  Had a great time with Nathan at the marriage retreat this year.  He made it extra special by celebrating my birthday while we were there. Turning any age divisible by 11 is fun! (33)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  Lastly, and what I am super excited about, is that I have the oprtunity to now work as a vendor for River Springs Charter School &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://authentic-musician.blogspot.com/"&gt;teaching music &lt;/a&gt;privately out of my home.  This is a dream come true.  As many of you know, the Lord led me to resign from my position at the school I was teaching full time music at.  I was lost and confused after this, but I was faithful and did what was asked of me.  It's funny how I gave God one thing that was truly precious to me and he gave it back to me even better. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's a brief update of me this past summer. Keep checking back.  There is more to tell but I'm thinking you might want to move on to the next blog on your list.  You probably already have.  If you made it this far, congratulations you win a prize.  I don't know what it is yet, but I'm flattered that you found my update so interesting.  I'm signing off now....really.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5597199992231481251-4922823813003384028?l=yellibrown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yellibrown.blogspot.com/feeds/4922823813003384028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5597199992231481251&amp;postID=4922823813003384028' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597199992231481251/posts/default/4922823813003384028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597199992231481251/posts/default/4922823813003384028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yellibrown.blogspot.com/2009/09/im-backmiss-me.html' title='I&apos;m Back...miss me?'/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05025896664375637719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tZteu9NQUB4/TwJO8XEdDuI/AAAAAAAAAUk/p5gTXMKHYYI/s220/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-12-27%2Bat%2B3.04.16%2BPM.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4xljAr8TVJ8/Sp7-t7hw4QI/AAAAAAAAARI/X-wlXSngVdA/s72-c/Picture+17.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597199992231481251.post-4268714382014153061</id><published>2009-05-03T08:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T09:16:47.734-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why am I at church today?</title><content type='html'>My pastor just asked us why we are here today?  My answer two weeks  &lt;br&gt;ago would have been, &amp;quot;it&amp;#39;s the right thing to do.&amp;quot; or &amp;quot;I always go&amp;quot;.  &lt;br&gt;Today my answer is &amp;quot;I am DESPERATELY hungry and thirsty for God.&amp;quot;.  &lt;br&gt;Why?  My life is changing and I NEED to know what/where/when he wants  &lt;br&gt;of me. BUT I need Him to say it to me. I know myself. I know that I  &lt;br&gt;sometimes think I know and then I find I&amp;#39;m going the wrong direction.&lt;p&gt;I&amp;#39;M NOT GETTING IN THE WAY THIS TIME!&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sent from my iPhone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5597199992231481251-4268714382014153061?l=yellibrown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yellibrown.blogspot.com/feeds/4268714382014153061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5597199992231481251&amp;postID=4268714382014153061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597199992231481251/posts/default/4268714382014153061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597199992231481251/posts/default/4268714382014153061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yellibrown.blogspot.com/2009/05/why-am-i-at-church-today.html' title='Why am I at church today?'/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05025896664375637719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tZteu9NQUB4/TwJO8XEdDuI/AAAAAAAAAUk/p5gTXMKHYYI/s220/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-12-27%2Bat%2B3.04.16%2BPM.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597199992231481251.post-8446392721388653453</id><published>2009-04-22T10:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T10:59:34.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Today...</title><content type='html'>Today, after I took the kids to school I walked around the park next to their school.  I walked and walked and walked.. A good friend called me half way through my walking (or at least what I thought at the time was half way).  As we were nearing the end of a great conversation, she says to me, "God has laid you on my heart to talk to about something."  SO, I guess it was not really the end of our conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pause:  If someone said that to you what is your immediate reaction or thought?  Mine was, unfortunately, that maybe I did something to make her mad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I said, "OK.  What's up?"  Well, she went on to tell me her situation and asked me what my experience was having a very similar background.  (Sigh of relief).  So, I tried to encourage her as it was obvious that she was struggling in this and she needed to know that it was going to be ok and that she was not alone in her feelings.  I was honest with her.  I told her the ugly parts of my experiences and the good.  I told her where I messed up and where I had been hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After hanging up the phone, I was reminded of something. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; My experiences are not unique to others' experiences.&lt;/span&gt;  It may feel like it.  I may want to say that, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"NO ONE COULD POSSIBLY UNDERSTAND!!!!"&lt;/span&gt;  However, I realized, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;if God does not allow us to go through similar (not identical) situations, how are we to have true meaningful relationships with each other.&lt;/span&gt;  In my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;pain, grief, despair, loneliness, etc..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; I almost make myself believe that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;"I'm in it alone"&lt;/span&gt; or&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"No one really cares"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;or &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;"Everyone will think I'm stupid/weak/shallow/helpless/_______(you can fill in that blank)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SO NOT TRUE!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;  There are many people who know what it feels like. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My pastor, Matt Brown (if you don't know him),  passed on a vision to our church that I don't think most of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;US (including me)&lt;/span&gt; really take a deep hard look at.    &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BEING REAL&lt;/span&gt; is not just &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a saying&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;an excuse&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;to be rude&lt;/span&gt; or a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;thoughtless action&lt;/span&gt;.  It is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HARD&lt;/span&gt;.  It is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;IMPOSSIBLE &lt;/span&gt;at times. It takes &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;purposely and desperately&lt;/span&gt; setting aside your &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FEAR&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PRIDE&lt;/span&gt; and trusting that GOD really has a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GOOD&lt;/span&gt; reason for allowing that in your life.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt; to tick you off...&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt; to hurt you...&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt; to embarass you.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NO!!!&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;Maybe&lt;/span&gt; he allowed that so some else could be ministered to through you.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;Maybe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;he wanted your experience to comfort someone else. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;Maybe&lt;/span&gt; being REAL is not about &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ME!!!&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;Maybe&lt;/span&gt; being REAL is about &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;US!!!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I am going to be REAL about me so that GOD can use it to bring healing to someone else if he needs that.  So &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;TODAY&lt;/span&gt; I am going to be REAL for my family, for my friends, and for anyone who is watching me. NOT hust to them or with them.  I hope and pray that my courage (yes courage) to be REAL with myself, others, and God will bless you today in even a small way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To those of you who are in the midst of it...&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BE ENCOURAGED!! &lt;/span&gt; There is someone out there who knows.  He is right beside you whether you want to believe he is there or not.  Be ever watchful for those people who He sends your way.  Pay close attention to the words/stories they say.  You never know...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5597199992231481251-8446392721388653453?l=yellibrown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yellibrown.blogspot.com/feeds/8446392721388653453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5597199992231481251&amp;postID=8446392721388653453' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597199992231481251/posts/default/8446392721388653453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597199992231481251/posts/default/8446392721388653453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yellibrown.blogspot.com/2009/04/today.html' title='Today...'/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05025896664375637719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tZteu9NQUB4/TwJO8XEdDuI/AAAAAAAAAUk/p5gTXMKHYYI/s220/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-12-27%2Bat%2B3.04.16%2BPM.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597199992231481251.post-2207583282517941037</id><published>2009-02-08T20:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T20:36:25.771-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Leah's Growing Up</title><content type='html'>So we were watching the Food Network and Leah got this great idea to make some dessert for us.  She was inspired by Grandma Peggy's Banana Boats from our camping trip. This is the in the pan version of her amazing idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ingredients:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 bananas cut up and sauteed in 1 tbsp of butter and 2 tbsp of sugar (brown sugar if you have it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4xljAr8TVJ8/SY-xYvDl3OI/AAAAAAAAAM0/64NNWARuk2A/s1600-h/IMG_0257.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4xljAr8TVJ8/SY-xYvDl3OI/AAAAAAAAAM0/64NNWARuk2A/s320/IMG_0257.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300650324944870626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;add marshmallows and melt over the bananas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4xljAr8TVJ8/SY-xYnkr1YI/AAAAAAAAAM8/qeDExsTWzbc/s1600-h/IMG_0259.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4xljAr8TVJ8/SY-xYnkr1YI/AAAAAAAAAM8/qeDExsTWzbc/s320/IMG_0259.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300650322936190338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;put onto plates and add chocolate sauce (that's a heart because Leah wanted the chocolate sauce to look "fancy" on the plate)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4xljAr8TVJ8/SY-xYkvMdeI/AAAAAAAAANE/elSW099zrPk/s1600-h/IMG_0263.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4xljAr8TVJ8/SY-xYkvMdeI/AAAAAAAAANE/elSW099zrPk/s320/IMG_0263.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300650322174965218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eat up!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4xljAr8TVJ8/SY-xY8TQuUI/AAAAAAAAANM/IsglJ8Xulmc/s1600-h/IMG_0264.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4xljAr8TVJ8/SY-xY8TQuUI/AAAAAAAAANM/IsglJ8Xulmc/s320/IMG_0264.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300650328500255042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;AMAZING!!!!!!! I promise it tastes better than it looks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5597199992231481251-2207583282517941037?l=yellibrown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yellibrown.blogspot.com/feeds/2207583282517941037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5597199992231481251&amp;postID=2207583282517941037' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597199992231481251/posts/default/2207583282517941037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597199992231481251/posts/default/2207583282517941037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yellibrown.blogspot.com/2009/02/leahs-growing-up.html' title='Leah&apos;s Growing Up'/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05025896664375637719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tZteu9NQUB4/TwJO8XEdDuI/AAAAAAAAAUk/p5gTXMKHYYI/s220/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-12-27%2Bat%2B3.04.16%2BPM.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4xljAr8TVJ8/SY-xYvDl3OI/AAAAAAAAAM0/64NNWARuk2A/s72-c/IMG_0257.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597199992231481251.post-3893251289073906174</id><published>2009-02-06T20:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T20:28:52.889-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who Knew?</title><content type='html'>So as most of you know, I left my job at Riverside Christian School at the end of the year because I believe God was leading me to do so.  A few of you have asked me if I know yet what direction he wants me to go now or if I know why yet.  Well, I really don't have a definite answer for you.  I know I did the right thing.  I do not know why, and I don't feel that there was one reason for me to leave.  He has blessed me this year beyond anything I could have imagined yet there is still no one direction he has said that I need to go except to continue to follow Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sounds confusing yet?  Well, let me just add to that.  When people ask me what I'm doing now, this is my answer:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do many things now.  They are all VERY different from each other yet have one unifying theme.  I get to CREATE and I even get paid for it (most of the time). You can find me doing one of four things now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a) I am a sound engineer for Sandals Church&lt;br /&gt;b) I teach private music lessons for children&lt;br /&gt;c) I make custom cakes&lt;br /&gt;d) I'm a stay at home mom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what I tell them and they look at me with a huge question mark on their face.  All I can say is I love doing every single one of them.  Maybe someday God will ask me to stop doing one of them or all of them, however for the time being I am completely content in creating and serving others with these areas of my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5597199992231481251-3893251289073906174?l=yellibrown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yellibrown.blogspot.com/feeds/3893251289073906174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5597199992231481251&amp;postID=3893251289073906174' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597199992231481251/posts/default/3893251289073906174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597199992231481251/posts/default/3893251289073906174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yellibrown.blogspot.com/2009/02/who-knew.html' title='Who Knew?'/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05025896664375637719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tZteu9NQUB4/TwJO8XEdDuI/AAAAAAAAAUk/p5gTXMKHYYI/s220/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-12-27%2Bat%2B3.04.16%2BPM.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597199992231481251.post-6409588194291220282</id><published>2009-01-15T20:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T21:04:11.978-08:00</updated><title type='text'>People in my life...</title><content type='html'>Here are a few more pictures I took recently that I love!! They are of people I love and am proud to be involved in their lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4xljAr8TVJ8/SXAUAuI0aDI/AAAAAAAAAKM/o5f6MOI_E_Q/s1600-h/IMG_8899+%281%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4xljAr8TVJ8/SXAUAuI0aDI/AAAAAAAAAKM/o5f6MOI_E_Q/s320/IMG_8899+%281%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291751564777908274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4xljAr8TVJ8/SXAKLDM6DZI/AAAAAAAAAKE/AsyHxRF_JzQ/s1600-h/IMG_8804.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4xljAr8TVJ8/SXAKLDM6DZI/AAAAAAAAAKE/AsyHxRF_JzQ/s320/IMG_8804.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291740747114614162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4xljAr8TVJ8/SXAUAoDc83I/AAAAAAAAAKU/exQ2gz8uRaw/s1600-h/IMG_8976.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4xljAr8TVJ8/SXAUAoDc83I/AAAAAAAAAKU/exQ2gz8uRaw/s320/IMG_8976.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291751563144786802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4xljAr8TVJ8/SXAKKkQBNvI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/6hjYan4yUZs/s1600-h/IMG_5981.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4xljAr8TVJ8/SXAKKkQBNvI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/6hjYan4yUZs/s320/IMG_5981.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291740738806167282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4xljAr8TVJ8/SXAKKdueFsI/AAAAAAAAAJs/GGSmew9FMmg/s1600-h/IMG_5843.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4xljAr8TVJ8/SXAKKdueFsI/AAAAAAAAAJs/GGSmew9FMmg/s320/IMG_5843.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291740737054840514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4xljAr8TVJ8/SXAKJlFK51I/AAAAAAAAAJk/pLEkNaonQ58/s1600-h/IMG_5916+%281%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4xljAr8TVJ8/SXAKJlFK51I/AAAAAAAAAJk/pLEkNaonQ58/s320/IMG_5916+%281%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291740721849231186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I am realizing more &amp;amp; more lately that no matter what, the relationships I form are more important to me than anything I could buy, possess, desire, or ask for.  They are what God has put me here for.  My purpose is to love others the way God loves me.  Nothing more...nothing less..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a side note... these are not the only people in my life that I love....there are so many more!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5597199992231481251-6409588194291220282?l=yellibrown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yellibrown.blogspot.com/feeds/6409588194291220282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5597199992231481251&amp;postID=6409588194291220282' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597199992231481251/posts/default/6409588194291220282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597199992231481251/posts/default/6409588194291220282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yellibrown.blogspot.com/2009/01/people-in-my-life.html' title='People in my life...'/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05025896664375637719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tZteu9NQUB4/TwJO8XEdDuI/AAAAAAAAAUk/p5gTXMKHYYI/s220/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-12-27%2Bat%2B3.04.16%2BPM.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4xljAr8TVJ8/SXAUAuI0aDI/AAAAAAAAAKM/o5f6MOI_E_Q/s72-c/IMG_8899+%281%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597199992231481251.post-1530065136994536876</id><published>2008-12-24T11:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T12:06:31.093-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My first Paid GIG!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4xljAr8TVJ8/SVKT0zegycI/AAAAAAAAAJM/l533BIzzPDw/s1600-h/IMG_5796.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4xljAr8TVJ8/SVKT0zegycI/AAAAAAAAAJM/l533BIzzPDw/s320/IMG_5796.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283447848239679938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This cake is 3 layers (2 milk chocolate cake and 1 devils food cake)&lt;br /&gt;about 8 in high, 15 in long, and 12 in wide&lt;br /&gt;vanilla butter cream icing and vanilla fondant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4xljAr8TVJ8/SVKTz3VXkMI/AAAAAAAAAJE/r9Q3jOLu_F0/s1600-h/IMG_5790.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4xljAr8TVJ8/SVKTz3VXkMI/AAAAAAAAAJE/r9Q3jOLu_F0/s320/IMG_5790.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283447832095199426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I started&lt;a href="http://yelliscakes.blogspot.com"&gt; Yelli's Cakes&lt;/a&gt; at the urging of my friends Lori-Lynn and Lori Z. (must be in the name).  Then my husband Nate also thought it might be a good idea.  Right now it is totally word of mouth, but you can ask &lt;a href="http://blondeambition.typepad.com/blonde_ambition/"&gt;Brittney Ekberg&lt;/a&gt; if it was good. Well, last weekend I got my first paying gig. I loved the reaction of the little girl.  Her eyes were huge when I pulled it out of the car, "it's soooo cool!" It was totally worth it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The truth is I love doing it!!!!  I get to be creative and try new things.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5597199992231481251-1530065136994536876?l=yellibrown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yellibrown.blogspot.com/feeds/1530065136994536876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5597199992231481251&amp;postID=1530065136994536876' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597199992231481251/posts/default/1530065136994536876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597199992231481251/posts/default/1530065136994536876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yellibrown.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-first-paid-gig.html' title='My first Paid GIG!!'/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05025896664375637719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tZteu9NQUB4/TwJO8XEdDuI/AAAAAAAAAUk/p5gTXMKHYYI/s220/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-12-27%2Bat%2B3.04.16%2BPM.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4xljAr8TVJ8/SVKT0zegycI/AAAAAAAAAJM/l533BIzzPDw/s72-c/IMG_5796.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597199992231481251.post-6976018366874941965</id><published>2008-11-27T09:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T09:16:13.583-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;HAPPY THANKSGIVING!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am thankful for my relationship with God!  He has blessed me with more than I could ever ask for.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am Thankful for all of you who have invested in my life this year.  I have grown SO much.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am thankful for my husband who loves and spoils me!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am thankful for my kids.  They challenge me in ways I need to be challenged.  Setting myself aside to help others is difficult sometimes.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am thankful for all my family (immediate &amp;amp; extended) AND friends who are like family.  Your love is amazing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am thankful for my incredible church.  I am so proud to be a part of God's work there.  I can't believe how he has blessed our faithfulness to his vision.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What are you thankful for today (or any other day)?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/5597199992231481251-6976018366874941965?l=yellibrown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yellibrown.blogspot.com/feeds/6976018366874941965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5597199992231481251&amp;postID=6976018366874941965' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597199992231481251/posts/default/6976018366874941965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597199992231481251/posts/default/6976018366874941965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yellibrown.blogspot.com/2008/11/happy-thanksgiving-i-am-thankful-for-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05025896664375637719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tZteu9NQUB4/TwJO8XEdDuI/AAAAAAAAAUk/p5gTXMKHYYI/s220/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-12-27%2Bat%2B3.04.16%2BPM.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597199992231481251.post-5565811207395678217</id><published>2008-11-09T13:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T14:05:01.886-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Discipline is hard</title><content type='html'>&lt;h3&gt;Proverbs 13:24 (The Message)&lt;/h3&gt;   &lt;p&gt;   A refusal to correct is a refusal to love;&lt;br /&gt;  love your children by disciplining them. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4xljAr8TVJ8/SRdd1ADUKkI/AAAAAAAAAI8/vQFsPFIOjxo/s1600-h/IMG_5286.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4xljAr8TVJ8/SRdd1ADUKkI/AAAAAAAAAI8/vQFsPFIOjxo/s320/IMG_5286.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266781454361438786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So this week my daughter had a very hard week emotionally.  Well, as most moms know, your daughter will take out their emotions on you in some way.  It's a mother daughter thing.  Well, her emotions came out in a very hurtful and sad way this week. "It was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ALL&lt;/span&gt; my fault" somehow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, over the following days it came out that day (the day it all came to a explosive head) she had a great day at school, but when she came home, I ruined her day.  How?  By making her do her homework and not allowing her to be mean to her brother.  In her mind she should have been able to do whatever she wanted without me interfering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, obviously that wasn't all that was on her mind, but her emotions had to go somewhere and I was the safest person she could think of to thrash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, moms, I love my little girl like you can not believe.  So, you can imagine how hurt I was that I was the brunt of her anger and emotions.  However, I'm the grown up.  Not her.  So, I took the loving mother route instead of engaging in the hurtfulness.  I loved her and talked to her the next day and we figured out together that the verse I started with was love and not trying to make her day horrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know parents who have disciplined their children have all been there.  So, why am I sharing?  Well, I guess I needed to say something or I would keep it in and worry about it.  Also, to encourage parents.  There is no discipline method that makes your child "feel good" or that they will even "like" what you are doing.  They will get upset no matter how calmly or effectively you discipline them.  Keep working at it and find the way your child needs your love through discipline.  You may cry...you may hate doing it....you may even want to stop.  Don't.  Your child is truly loved when you care enough to mold their behavior and values.  KEEP IT UP!!!!  You're doing great!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5597199992231481251-5565811207395678217?l=yellibrown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yellibrown.blogspot.com/feeds/5565811207395678217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5597199992231481251&amp;postID=5565811207395678217' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597199992231481251/posts/default/5565811207395678217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597199992231481251/posts/default/5565811207395678217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yellibrown.blogspot.com/2008/11/discipline-is-hard.html' title='Discipline is hard'/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05025896664375637719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tZteu9NQUB4/TwJO8XEdDuI/AAAAAAAAAUk/p5gTXMKHYYI/s220/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-12-27%2Bat%2B3.04.16%2BPM.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4xljAr8TVJ8/SRdd1ADUKkI/AAAAAAAAAI8/vQFsPFIOjxo/s72-c/IMG_5286.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597199992231481251.post-6596056324780558385</id><published>2008-10-28T20:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T20:51:25.020-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What makes you feel loved?</title><content type='html'>We were loved on twice Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First we received a beautiful gift.  Every year in October Andrea Armstrong makes each of the pastors a gift for pastors appreciation month.  Well, they are always AMAZING!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;BUT, this time she has outdone herself.  Just take a look at what she blessed us with this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4xljAr8TVJ8/SQfb_8ObCBI/AAAAAAAAAIs/0KwvvL1yp4g/s1600-h/IMG_8308.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4xljAr8TVJ8/SQfb_8ObCBI/AAAAAAAAAIs/0KwvvL1yp4g/s320/IMG_8308.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262416581150574610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4xljAr8TVJ8/SQfcAs5ZegI/AAAAAAAAAI0/1A_fX6L1Lm4/s1600-h/IMG_8313.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4xljAr8TVJ8/SQfcAs5ZegI/AAAAAAAAAI0/1A_fX6L1Lm4/s320/IMG_8313.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262416594215729666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Then later that night Tammy called me to let me know the kids were going to doorbell ditch us so my kids would answer the door.  So the dropped by, rang the door bell and this is what we saw....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4xljAr8TVJ8/SQfb_KlbDLI/AAAAAAAAAIc/mXYixwqqZpw/s1600-h/IMG_8304.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4xljAr8TVJ8/SQfb_KlbDLI/AAAAAAAAAIc/mXYixwqqZpw/s320/IMG_8304.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262416567825271986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4xljAr8TVJ8/SQfb_jt2LkI/AAAAAAAAAIk/1jQWJCRuNpE/s1600-h/IMG_8302.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4xljAr8TVJ8/SQfb_jt2LkI/AAAAAAAAAIk/1jQWJCRuNpE/s320/IMG_8302.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262416574571490882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Yep!! We go GHOSTED!!! That made me feel loved too.  If there was a love language of "thoughtfulness" that would be mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, how do you feel loved?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5597199992231481251-6596056324780558385?l=yellibrown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yellibrown.blogspot.com/feeds/6596056324780558385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5597199992231481251&amp;postID=6596056324780558385' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597199992231481251/posts/default/6596056324780558385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597199992231481251/posts/default/6596056324780558385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yellibrown.blogspot.com/2008/10/what-makes-you-feel-loved.html' title='What makes you feel loved?'/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05025896664375637719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tZteu9NQUB4/TwJO8XEdDuI/AAAAAAAAAUk/p5gTXMKHYYI/s220/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-12-27%2Bat%2B3.04.16%2BPM.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4xljAr8TVJ8/SQfb_8ObCBI/AAAAAAAAAIs/0KwvvL1yp4g/s72-c/IMG_8308.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597199992231481251.post-5309170584888522500</id><published>2008-10-26T18:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T19:07:03.673-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Since last we met...</title><content type='html'>Here's an update since I last posted.  Thursday night we went to D-land for the Trick or Treat Party!  It was a blast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We lost Shey for a few minutes.  Scared me to death.  Of course I thought the worst when we could not find him right away.  I tend to do that. But we knew he would know what to do.  He knows to stop where he is at or go to the last place we were together if we get separated.  He did just that.  He was upset but had stopped where he was at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happened? He got distracted by all the decorations and craziness that Disneyland likes to put together.  WE went left, HE went right.  Just after that we all realized he was gone.  We all did what we should have done.  We were all posted at different spots.  Lori-Lynn went ahead of our group, Andrea stayed where we were at, I went back to the last spot we knew we were all together, and Nate went further back in the opposite direction.  Moi went Left.  There was no right.  Each second he was gone my heart got faster and my stomach turned more and more. Then there he was with Nate.  I kept together pretty well for Shey.  He was really sad.  Then after he was back to having fun, Lori-Lynn came over to check on me.  I might have cried a little.  Who wouldn't?   All I could say was, "there were too many kids in the same costume." In the 5 minutes we could not find him, we saw at least 10-20 boys with blond hair and dressed like Obi-Wan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we still had a blast.  Here is a cute picture of all the kids. And yes, we got them all home at the end of the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4xljAr8TVJ8/SQUYCZ4cnoI/AAAAAAAAAIE/aoZ-sOTRUFc/s1600-h/IMG_8252.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4xljAr8TVJ8/SQUYCZ4cnoI/AAAAAAAAAIE/aoZ-sOTRUFc/s320/IMG_8252.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261638169238740610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Next up...Cyrus's 1st Birthday!!!  I spent approximately 10 hours on his cake.  Yes, 10 hours.  Why?  Because I wanted him to have the coolest cake ever.  Lori-Lynn wanted Farm Animals.  So, we made farm animals.  And Yes. We made them from scratch (they are completely edible).  It was like two little kids playing with playdough.  We had way too much fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4xljAr8TVJ8/SQUYDgUOroI/AAAAAAAAAIU/Sog-aoOnw4M/s1600-h/IMG_8279.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4xljAr8TVJ8/SQUYDgUOroI/AAAAAAAAAIU/Sog-aoOnw4M/s320/IMG_8279.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261638188145749634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;When we were discussing the cake design, I asked her if I could make a little barn for Cyrus to tear into as his very first introduction to cake (really SUGAR).  She said sure.  So, I made him a barn.  It came out better than even I expected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4xljAr8TVJ8/SQUYDYC_tcI/AAAAAAAAAIM/l-ig65mG7pI/s1600-h/IMG_8260.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4xljAr8TVJ8/SQUYDYC_tcI/AAAAAAAAAIM/l-ig65mG7pI/s320/IMG_8260.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261638185925981634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://yelliscakes.blogspot.com"&gt;Check out more pics?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;After the party, we went to a dear friends birthday party at the Melting Pot! Lot's of laughs and love there too!! Happy Birthday S.C.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had WAY TOO MUCH fun this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5597199992231481251-5309170584888522500?l=yellibrown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yellibrown.blogspot.com/feeds/5309170584888522500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5597199992231481251&amp;postID=5309170584888522500' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597199992231481251/posts/default/5309170584888522500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597199992231481251/posts/default/5309170584888522500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yellibrown.blogspot.com/2008/10/since-last-we-met.html' title='Since last we met...'/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05025896664375637719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tZteu9NQUB4/TwJO8XEdDuI/AAAAAAAAAUk/p5gTXMKHYYI/s220/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-12-27%2Bat%2B3.04.16%2BPM.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4xljAr8TVJ8/SQUYCZ4cnoI/AAAAAAAAAIE/aoZ-sOTRUFc/s72-c/IMG_8252.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597199992231481251.post-528267194997270956</id><published>2008-10-21T12:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T14:34:38.977-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Artist or Not?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'm reading a book called The Artist's Way. I would recommend it anyone who considers themselves an artist, wants to be an artist, or who just wants to understand an artist you love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I will be honest. It is a 12 week program kind of book. I have been reading it for 6 months. Just a little longer than 12 weeks, I know. Well, I have had a hard time with this book. Not understanding it. Not using it. Not believing it. No. The part that tells me to be confident in my art. What art? I ask myself. Have I produced anything that others would consider art?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it hit me. Why am I concerned with what others like. The whole point of the book is too learn to find satisfaction in my art myself regardless if others appreciate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In light of this, I am going to begin to share my art with others. It is a huge step for me. I am sharing a piece of who I am. So, if you don't like what I share, please, be gentle with your comments. If you do like it, let me know. Encouragement is always welcome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So, here are a few pictures I have taken that I love:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4xljAr8TVJ8/SP5IoI_JaKI/AAAAAAAAAFo/rkulO9i7cjs/s1600-h/IMG_7855.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4xljAr8TVJ8/SP5IoI_JaKI/AAAAAAAAAFo/rkulO9i7cjs/s320/IMG_7855.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259721269259626658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4xljAr8TVJ8/SP5IoiY99CI/AAAAAAAAAFw/thJChYw6UlE/s1600-h/IMG_7902.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4xljAr8TVJ8/SP5IoiY99CI/AAAAAAAAAFw/thJChYw6UlE/s320/IMG_7902.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259721276078814242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4xljAr8TVJ8/SP5IqKNasvI/AAAAAAAAAGI/RhO2dE-MQQI/s1600-h/IMG_7927.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4xljAr8TVJ8/SP5IqKNasvI/AAAAAAAAAGI/RhO2dE-MQQI/s320/IMG_7927.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259721303947653874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4xljAr8TVJ8/SP5IpP0S6AI/AAAAAAAAAF4/fx9QM1mXF1Q/s1600-h/IMG_7922.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4xljAr8TVJ8/SP5IpP0S6AI/AAAAAAAAAF4/fx9QM1mXF1Q/s320/IMG_7922.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259721288273029122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4xljAr8TVJ8/SP5IpuupeiI/AAAAAAAAAGA/OkVyRdF3eyQ/s1600-h/IMG_7925.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4xljAr8TVJ8/SP5IpuupeiI/AAAAAAAAAGA/OkVyRdF3eyQ/s320/IMG_7925.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259721296570841634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4xljAr8TVJ8/SP5CshLsHSI/AAAAAAAAAFY/fMqNCpSZkr0/s1600-h/IMG_7892.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4xljAr8TVJ8/SP5CshLsHSI/AAAAAAAAAFY/fMqNCpSZkr0/s320/IMG_7892.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259714747404393762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4xljAr8TVJ8/SP5DsqIO6rI/AAAAAAAAAFg/Qg8daofsKaE/s1600-h/IMG_7896.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4xljAr8TVJ8/SP5DsqIO6rI/AAAAAAAAAFg/Qg8daofsKaE/s320/IMG_7896.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259715849317444274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;As you can see, I love Architecture, Nature, and Family.  I'm beginning to see the world through an artists eye, rather &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;THE&lt;/span&gt; Artists Eye.  So, look forward to more photos.  We'll see how it develops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(If you want to check out another way I have been developing artistically, check out &lt;a href="http://yelliscakes.blogspot.com/"&gt;Yelli's Cakes&lt;/a&gt;.  It is my blog for my cake hobby/service.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5597199992231481251-528267194997270956?l=yellibrown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yellibrown.blogspot.com/feeds/528267194997270956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5597199992231481251&amp;postID=528267194997270956' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597199992231481251/posts/default/528267194997270956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597199992231481251/posts/default/528267194997270956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yellibrown.blogspot.com/2008/10/im-reading-book-called-artists-way.html' title='Artist or Not?'/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05025896664375637719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tZteu9NQUB4/TwJO8XEdDuI/AAAAAAAAAUk/p5gTXMKHYYI/s220/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-12-27%2Bat%2B3.04.16%2BPM.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4xljAr8TVJ8/SP5IoI_JaKI/AAAAAAAAAFo/rkulO9i7cjs/s72-c/IMG_7855.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597199992231481251.post-8564790465347247693</id><published>2008-10-20T15:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T15:29:58.365-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ADDICTED?</title><content type='html'>I tend not to be an addictive sort of person.  Actually, you can basically say that I am the least likely person to get addicted to anything.  I think that is one of the side affects of my ADDness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I found the two things that could break me of this character trait.  I have found the two things that may be the addictions that have been waiting to surface from within me this whole time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here they are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1 - Facebook&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4xljAr8TVJ8/SP0D_v_IXgI/AAAAAAAAAD0/IhD8jlb9DWw/s1600-h/Picture+7.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4xljAr8TVJ8/SP0D_v_IXgI/AAAAAAAAAD0/IhD8jlb9DWw/s320/Picture+7.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259364333586505218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found out this weekend that I am definitely addicted to this.  I look forward to finding out if people from my past have asked me to be their friend.  For some weird reason it makes me feel loved.  I love getting messages on my wall from long-lost friends and from friends who have been moved away for reason or another. I can't help myself.  It is so much fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One question, though.  I've heard that you can put something on your page that shows a map of where you have been.  How do I get that?  Any help?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2 - McDonalds Monopoly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4xljAr8TVJ8/SP0FUu52XMI/AAAAAAAAAD8/vxoSl_YihNk/s1600-h/Picture+6.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4xljAr8TVJ8/SP0FUu52XMI/AAAAAAAAAD8/vxoSl_YihNk/s320/Picture+6.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259365793584798914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just can't help myself.  I keep track of the little tabs.  I play the online game with the codes. I can't stop.  I NEED HELP!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please tell me if there is anyone else out there as crazed as I am.  If not...I have just confessed a part of me that maybe no one really wanted to know about me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5597199992231481251-8564790465347247693?l=yellibrown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yellibrown.blogspot.com/feeds/8564790465347247693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5597199992231481251&amp;postID=8564790465347247693' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597199992231481251/posts/default/8564790465347247693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597199992231481251/posts/default/8564790465347247693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yellibrown.blogspot.com/2008/10/addicted.html' title='ADDICTED?'/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05025896664375637719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tZteu9NQUB4/TwJO8XEdDuI/AAAAAAAAAUk/p5gTXMKHYYI/s220/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-12-27%2Bat%2B3.04.16%2BPM.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4xljAr8TVJ8/SP0D_v_IXgI/AAAAAAAAAD0/IhD8jlb9DWw/s72-c/Picture+7.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597199992231481251.post-3065645322949568644</id><published>2008-10-19T14:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T14:21:39.522-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Too Fast!!!</title><content type='html'>I feel like I'm older than I am.  It seems that all my friends are having babies now.  I have already been through all that.  Don't get me wrong, I would not change God's timing for my children being here for the world.  It has been an adventure and a joy to be a young mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am I whining (yes. I admit it)? I realized that my son (the yougest) is turning into a real "big" boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Story:&lt;br /&gt;We were at Alyssa's Baby Shower (California Style) yesterday.  Within 10 min. of being there, I hear, "Mom. Dad. My toof!" My son came to me after biting into his food with a tooth in his hand.  Not just any tooth.  One of his front teeth.  So for your enjoyment, and comments :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Picture:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4xljAr8TVJ8/SPukkah4_SI/AAAAAAAAADg/21ngbsIAW4M/s1600-h/IMG_8237.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4xljAr8TVJ8/SPukkah4_SI/AAAAAAAAADg/21ngbsIAW4M/s320/IMG_8237.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258977935388900642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5597199992231481251-3065645322949568644?l=yellibrown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yellibrown.blogspot.com/feeds/3065645322949568644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5597199992231481251&amp;postID=3065645322949568644' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597199992231481251/posts/default/3065645322949568644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597199992231481251/posts/default/3065645322949568644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yellibrown.blogspot.com/2008/10/too-fast.html' title='Too Fast!!!'/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05025896664375637719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tZteu9NQUB4/TwJO8XEdDuI/AAAAAAAAAUk/p5gTXMKHYYI/s220/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-12-27%2Bat%2B3.04.16%2BPM.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4xljAr8TVJ8/SPukkah4_SI/AAAAAAAAADg/21ngbsIAW4M/s72-c/IMG_8237.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5597199992231481251.post-6650191257517303688</id><published>2008-10-18T20:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T20:52:00.521-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome to my new home :)</title><content type='html'>Well, let's see if I can keep up with this one.  I already have an idea for my first "real" entry for this blog.  You will have to come back to see what it might be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to, and I hope you do, add yourself to my Bloggy Friends list on the side.  I want to keep up with you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5597199992231481251-6650191257517303688?l=yellibrown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yellibrown.blogspot.com/feeds/6650191257517303688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5597199992231481251&amp;postID=6650191257517303688' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597199992231481251/posts/default/6650191257517303688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5597199992231481251/posts/default/6650191257517303688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yellibrown.blogspot.com/2008/10/welcome-to-my-new-home.html' title='Welcome to my new home :)'/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05025896664375637719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tZteu9NQUB4/TwJO8XEdDuI/AAAAAAAAAUk/p5gTXMKHYYI/s220/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-12-27%2Bat%2B3.04.16%2BPM.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
