<?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-24932852</id><updated>2012-02-15T18:38:47.872-06:00</updated><category term='cooking'/><category term='motherhood'/><category term='high expectations'/><category term='Calleigh'/><category term='wesley'/><category term='2009'/><category term='authenticity'/><category term='mama Kat&apos;s writing workshop'/><category term='Longhorns'/><category term='basketball'/><category term='2011'/><category term='30 day mom challenge'/><category term='friend makin monday'/><category term='organization'/><category term='Carson'/><category term='Robby'/><category term='marriage'/><category term='Family fun'/><category term='my life is a circus'/><category term='Cydney'/><category term='summer'/><category term='2010 goals'/><category term='travel'/><category term='spring break'/><category term='perfection'/><category term='coupon'/><category term='wild olive tees'/><category term='flu shots'/><category term='going through the motions'/><category term='family'/><category term='Proverbs 31'/><category term='Bluedevils'/><category term='menu planning'/><category term='classroom ideas'/><category term='recipes'/><category term='friends'/><category term='country life'/><category term='photo editing'/><category term='summer vacation'/><category term='wordless wednesday'/><category term='not me monday'/><category term='photography'/><category term='Christmas'/><category term='three yellow starfish'/><category term='parenting'/><category term='household binder'/><category term='school'/><category term='mind of a child'/><category term='running'/><category term='Amy'/><category term='welcome'/><category term='Philippians 2:14 Challenge'/><category term='pinterest'/><category term='giveaway'/><category term='grandmother'/><category term='Mimi'/><category term='round up'/><category term='pumpkin'/><category term='blogging'/><category term='Having a Mary Heart'/><category term='ordinary'/><title type='text'>the KIRKLANDS</title><subtitle type='html'>perfectly ordinary in an extra~ordinary world</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-3-blessings.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24932852/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-3-blessings.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24932852/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Amy Kirkland</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R9sHat90jdI/SfSwUmw00ZI/AAAAAAAAABI/_YklxtdMTcA/S220/IMG_4287.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>210</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24932852.post-9021016429195236606</id><published>2011-10-27T15:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-27T15:40:38.746-05:00</updated><title type='text'>almost a teenager</title><content type='html'>Last Saturday marked the last birthday Calleigh Marie will be celebrating as a pre-teen. &amp;nbsp;This is definitely a bittersweet moment for me, the mom!! Oh, how I love the moments she and I spend together as mother-daughter. &amp;nbsp;I love the talks we have about friends, and about boys. &amp;nbsp;I love the talks we share about our beliefs and why we do the things we do. &amp;nbsp;I love hearing her perspective on life. &amp;nbsp;Oh, there are moments between us that aren't so lovely, but I am not even goin' there....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twelve years ago, our hearts changed forever!! &amp;nbsp;I remember back to our before kids day...I could not wait to have a baby. &amp;nbsp;I wanted you so very badly. &amp;nbsp;I could not wait to be pregnant, I could not wait to hold you and rock you. &amp;nbsp;You were my dream come true!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are my only baby that was LATE. &amp;nbsp;{Guess you are truly your father's child.} &amp;nbsp;Daddy and I went to Amarillo on the day you were supposed to be born to see your uncle Todd's team play football. &amp;nbsp;After the game, we went to eat dinner. &amp;nbsp;I remember feeling yucky, but crediting it to just being tired. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little did I know that only &amp;nbsp;3 hours after I went to bed, I would be up again with my water breaking. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I remember...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;being so upset that I was going in to labor because Dr. Carrillo was out of town. &amp;nbsp;I just wanted MY doctor.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;calling the doctor on call at 2:30 am, and he told be to try to get some sleep. &amp;nbsp;YEAH RIGHT...this was first baby. &amp;nbsp;How was I supposed to get some sleep???&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;going back to bed, realizing sleep was never going to happen, and finally getting up to shave my legs.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;your daddy running into the bathroom reminding me not to take a bath since my water had broken {he learned this is child birthing class}&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;getting in the car to head to the hospital...nerves, excitement, tears...this was the day we had waited for&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;telling your daddy it was TIME...he was on the phone talking fantasy football. &amp;nbsp;Boy did his demeanor change. &amp;nbsp;Mimi and I had worried about whether he could handle childbirth. &amp;nbsp;But, when the time came...he did fantastic. &amp;nbsp;He has been a super dad ever since.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;telling the world you were a GIRL. &amp;nbsp;We kept it a secret {well, from most everyone}. &amp;nbsp;Mimi, Banny and I think Kelly did know. &amp;nbsp;I dreamed of a little girl...always!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From that moment, we have been so amazingly proud of you. &amp;nbsp;You have grown so quickly. &amp;nbsp;I have to admit, that I couldn't wait for you to crawl, or walk, or reach any of the milestones that children reach. &amp;nbsp;I wish I could just go back and hold you, and snuggle you, and smell your sweet baby smell. &amp;nbsp;I love that you are growing up, but it is so hard to let you grow older and be a big girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life was so simple when you were born. &amp;nbsp;I know it is hard to believe, but your daddy and I were home every night {almost} and we would sit and hold you and watch TV. &amp;nbsp;What a life!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you so very much. &amp;nbsp;I love being your mom. &amp;nbsp;I love every moment you and I spend together. &amp;nbsp;You are my precious girl. &amp;nbsp;I pray that as you grow, you will allow God to mold your heart and lead you. &amp;nbsp;I know He has an amazing plan for your life. &amp;nbsp;I see His hand at work already in your life. &amp;nbsp;I pray that God blesses you immensely. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you so much...&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Mom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24932852-9021016429195236606?l=my-3-blessings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-3-blessings.blogspot.com/feeds/9021016429195236606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24932852&amp;postID=9021016429195236606&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24932852/posts/default/9021016429195236606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24932852/posts/default/9021016429195236606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-3-blessings.blogspot.com/2011/10/almost-teenager.html' title='almost a teenager'/><author><name>Amy Kirkland</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R9sHat90jdI/SfSwUmw00ZI/AAAAAAAAABI/_YklxtdMTcA/S220/IMG_4287.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24932852.post-1837412540296934743</id><published>2011-10-15T00:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-15T00:34:59.969-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ordinary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2011'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amy'/><title type='text'>the big picture</title><content type='html'>Two weeks ago today, a great kid from Vega High suffered a life changing injury. &amp;nbsp;An injury that may never allow him to walk again, to use his arms again, to experience life as he knew it again. &amp;nbsp;Life as we &amp;nbsp;all know it for that matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, after two really hard weeks, he flew to California with his mom for intensive rehab. &amp;nbsp;Although my heart is rejoicing that he is going to rehab, by heart is aching at the separation of his family. &amp;nbsp;I can't even imagine the heart ache of putting my child on a plane to go a thousand miles away. &amp;nbsp;Not being there for every crucial moment of recovery. &amp;nbsp;This makes my heart ache. &amp;nbsp;Ache to the point of crying big tears for them. {This would be very ugly.}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the two weeks have passed, I caught my self asking God what his plan was for Luis. &amp;nbsp;How does this fit into His plan? &amp;nbsp;Why do such horrible things HAVE TO HAPPEN?? &amp;nbsp;Sometimes, I just don't get the big picture. &amp;nbsp;But over and over and over and over, God reminded me that He has a plan for Luis. &amp;nbsp;And this is part of His plan. &amp;nbsp;{I will never leave you or forsake you. Hebrews 13:5}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to see the big picture. &amp;nbsp;I want to see how the story ends. &amp;nbsp;I am impatient and don't want to wait for the long recovery. &amp;nbsp;I want to know it's all going to be ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I think&lt;/i&gt;...we don't see the big picture because if we automatically see the end, the big picture, we wouldn't run into His arms, and fall on our knees, and cry out to him to heal our friend. &amp;nbsp;If we immediately saw how the story ended, we wouldn't learn to lean upon Him for strength and peace and comfort. &amp;nbsp;So we wait...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oJY8geeJalk/Tpkbbk1bMcI/AAAAAAAABLc/CHVrBST4Zjg/s1600/321654096_QcvAfgmv_c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oJY8geeJalk/Tpkbbk1bMcI/AAAAAAAABLc/CHVrBST4Zjg/321654096_QcvAfgmv_c.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Father, I know this IS part of your plan. &amp;nbsp;Thank you for having a plan for each one of us. &amp;nbsp;Show us your glory in these weeks and months in Luis's recovery and all the life situations we encounter on a daily basis. &amp;nbsp;Remind me daily Father to fall at your feet and lean upon your understanding. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be blessed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24932852-1837412540296934743?l=my-3-blessings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-3-blessings.blogspot.com/feeds/1837412540296934743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24932852&amp;postID=1837412540296934743&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24932852/posts/default/1837412540296934743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24932852/posts/default/1837412540296934743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-3-blessings.blogspot.com/2011/10/big-picture.html' title='the big picture'/><author><name>Amy Kirkland</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R9sHat90jdI/SfSwUmw00ZI/AAAAAAAAABI/_YklxtdMTcA/S220/IMG_4287.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oJY8geeJalk/Tpkbbk1bMcI/AAAAAAAABLc/CHVrBST4Zjg/s72-c/321654096_QcvAfgmv_c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24932852.post-3051298179305371055</id><published>2011-10-13T07:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-13T07:00:16.442-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Carson'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2011'/><title type='text'>dear carson</title><content type='html'>Today you turn 10!! &amp;nbsp;No more single digits for you! I can't believe you are growing up so quickly. &amp;nbsp;You are such an amazing young man. &amp;nbsp;Your precious, sweet heart is my favorite thing about you. &amp;nbsp;I love the way you are concerned with others feelings. &amp;nbsp;I love the way you are so gentle with your baby sister. &amp;nbsp;I love hearing you and Calleigh laugh together. I love your quirky sense of humor that often makes me giggle. &amp;nbsp;I love your laugh, and I love your smile!! &amp;nbsp; I am so incredibly proud of you....I love you!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_yQ7aC3xJk8/TpZPLUTsfcI/AAAAAAAABLE/SgSWbtq9U2E/s1600/IMG_8659.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_yQ7aC3xJk8/TpZPLUTsfcI/AAAAAAAABLE/SgSWbtq9U2E/IMG_8659.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day you were born was so laid back. &amp;nbsp;I had gone to the doctor two days earlier and Dr. Carrillo scheduled for me to be induced. &amp;nbsp;You were a few days early, but I was ready to have a baby. &amp;nbsp;Going to the hospital was not panicked or rushed, it was just like driving to an appointment. &amp;nbsp;However, much more exciting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lWT7G03Grmc/TpZN1B_IofI/AAAAAAAABKs/EuHcv4QLgL8/s1600/IMG_0850.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lWT7G03Grmc/TpZN1B_IofI/AAAAAAAABKs/EuHcv4QLgL8/IMG_0850.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I remember telling my nurse how quickly Calleigh was born and that you were likely to be born as quickly. I think she thought I was just some young mom, and I really didn't know what I was talking about. &amp;nbsp;Daddy and I laid around watching TV for a few hours and suddenly it was time. &amp;nbsp;The nurse hadn't even called Dr. Carrillo to come to the hospital. &amp;nbsp;I was READY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember Dr. Carrillo walking into the room and asking if he had time to put on his scrubs. &amp;nbsp;I wanted to grab him by the collar and tell him NO!!, but we waited. &amp;nbsp;And just like I told her...YOU WERE HERE!! &amp;nbsp;When they held you up, I knew immediately that you were smaller than Callegh was when she was born. &amp;nbsp;Sure enough, you weigh in at 6 lbs., 13 oz. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we brought you home, our life began crazy!! &amp;nbsp;All of the sudden, I realized I had not one baby, but two. &amp;nbsp;As grown up as I thought Calleigh was, I was quickly reminded that she was still a baby in a sense. &amp;nbsp;She still wanted to be held just like a baby. &amp;nbsp;And so did you!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CimELmbZ1f4/TpZOtASYuwI/AAAAAAAABK8/UhIDsR3xyEk/s1600/DSCN0501.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CimELmbZ1f4/TpZOtASYuwI/AAAAAAAABK8/UhIDsR3xyEk/DSCN0501.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember nap times were often in our old blue rocking chair. &amp;nbsp;I would have one baby in each crook of my arm, and we would all three sleep for hours. &amp;nbsp;There is nothing better to hold my babes and sleep!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having an older sister, you played all the girly games your sister wanted to play. &amp;nbsp;You even let her dress you up. What a good sport you were and always have been.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UVxy6INiwm8/TpZNxHSe5aI/AAAAAAAABKk/5mOyNF1Ilww/s1600/IMG_0732.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UVxy6INiwm8/TpZNxHSe5aI/AAAAAAAABKk/5mOyNF1Ilww/IMG_0732.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Vjsba8tOQVQ/TpZSflW0XVI/AAAAAAAABLU/ael9M90C3mE/s1600/IMG_0591.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Vjsba8tOQVQ/TpZSflW0XVI/AAAAAAAABLU/ael9M90C3mE/s200/IMG_0591.jpg" width="149" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Watching you develop in an athlete has been such a fun experience as your mom. &amp;nbsp;I honestly dreaded the day that you played tackle football, but this has been the most fun time for me. &amp;nbsp;I have loved every second of it. &amp;nbsp;I pray that God protects you in all you do. &amp;nbsp;I pray that you continue to allow God to grow you in your talents. &amp;nbsp;I know He has great plans for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carson, you are a great kid!!! &amp;nbsp;Don't ever let the world tell you differently. &amp;nbsp;You have a precious heart. &amp;nbsp;Allow God to mold your heart as you grow. &amp;nbsp;You make me so proud of you. &amp;nbsp;I love you with all my heart. &amp;nbsp;And I LOVE being your mom!! &amp;nbsp;What a precious gift God gave your dad and I 10 years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope your birthday is fabulous!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24932852-3051298179305371055?l=my-3-blessings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-3-blessings.blogspot.com/feeds/3051298179305371055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24932852&amp;postID=3051298179305371055&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24932852/posts/default/3051298179305371055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24932852/posts/default/3051298179305371055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-3-blessings.blogspot.com/2011/10/dear-carson.html' title='dear carson'/><author><name>Amy Kirkland</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R9sHat90jdI/SfSwUmw00ZI/AAAAAAAAABI/_YklxtdMTcA/S220/IMG_4287.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_yQ7aC3xJk8/TpZPLUTsfcI/AAAAAAAABLE/SgSWbtq9U2E/s72-c/IMG_8659.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24932852.post-2053947051666029677</id><published>2011-10-04T19:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-04T20:03:07.715-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2011'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my life is a circus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>it's a crazy life, but it's mine</title><content type='html'>I know how incredibly busy we are. &amp;nbsp;I mean, all I have to do is look around my house and realize that some days we come in just long enough to sleep, and then we are off again for a new adventure. &amp;nbsp;Adventure? &amp;nbsp;Well maybe not too adventuresome, but our life is always some type of adventure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Two weeks ago, Cydney stayed in Vega at a birthday party, Calleigh was walking in the Walk for Life in Amarillo, Carson was warming up for a football game in Amarillo, and I ran a quick errand with the few minutes I had between dropping Carson off and the actual game.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I was putting {over $100 worth...choke, choke} gas in my suburban, I decided to do a few calculations of just how busy the Kirkland family is. &amp;nbsp;The results were staggering, earth-shaking, and made me a little nauseous.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In a two week period....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; ...969 miles&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; ...30 hours in the car (engine running....I assume we were in the car!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; ...$275 in gas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Holy, moly!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two more weekends of football...slow down? &amp;nbsp;Nope, still have a full calendar and Carson jumps right into basketball!! &amp;nbsp;So much for rest....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a border="0" href="http://www.shabbyblogs.com/" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.shabbyblogs.com/storage/old/ShabbyBlogsCrazyLife.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24932852-2053947051666029677?l=my-3-blessings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-3-blessings.blogspot.com/feeds/2053947051666029677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24932852&amp;postID=2053947051666029677&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24932852/posts/default/2053947051666029677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24932852/posts/default/2053947051666029677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-3-blessings.blogspot.com/2011/10/on-go.html' title='it&apos;s a crazy life, but it&apos;s mine'/><author><name>Amy Kirkland</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R9sHat90jdI/SfSwUmw00ZI/AAAAAAAAABI/_YklxtdMTcA/S220/IMG_4287.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24932852.post-2653443756170615690</id><published>2011-10-03T15:00:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T15:16:25.661-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2011'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pinterest'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recipes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amy'/><title type='text'>pinterest love</title><content type='html'>Weeks later, I am still suffering from a serious addiction to &lt;a href="http://pinterest.com/amykirkland/"&gt;Pinterest&lt;/a&gt;. &amp;nbsp;I have searched through recipes, birthday party ideas, clothing that I love, cute hair cuts...you name it!! &amp;nbsp;I made a vow last week that if I was going to spend so much time combing through all the wonderful things, I was going to have to put some of them into effect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I am very happy to report that I did just that. &amp;nbsp;This week my family tried a few new recipes. &amp;nbsp;Recipe #1 was an artichoke pasta recipe. &amp;nbsp;I wasn't overly fond of it and already deleted it from my board. &amp;nbsp;It wasn't terrible, just not worth fixing again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-j5vH7ELb4wY/TooKXwGdG0I/AAAAAAAABKI/xasd_sFlGFA/s320/107691152_RVCiuNJ4_c.jpg" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Quit the contrary for this recipe. &amp;nbsp;One evening I made this roasted sausage and veggie &lt;a href="http://www.kayotic.nl/blog/lazy-sunday-casserole"&gt;recipe&lt;/a&gt; and it was so delish. &amp;nbsp;It was a crazy night at our house and dinner was a little on the fly. &amp;nbsp;With this casserole, I was able to get it ready with little prep work, toss in in the oven, and then we could pretty much eat when we had a minute. &amp;nbsp;I think I might have had two such minutes because I am pretty sure I ate twice. &amp;nbsp;Shh, please don't tell!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next on my list of goodies to make are these yummy looking &lt;a href="http://lickthebowlgood.blogspot.com/2010/07/annoying-habits.html"&gt;pizza bites&lt;/a&gt;. &amp;nbsp;I think my kids will rave about these. &amp;nbsp;What a great after school snack or school lunch. &amp;nbsp;A little ranch dressing and I think we will be all over these babies!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qBrHX41_BcA/TooKYfwjJnI/AAAAAAAABKM/qRGnPjJSRq8/s1600/184123872_vrk5zWSe_c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qBrHX41_BcA/TooKYfwjJnI/AAAAAAAABKM/qRGnPjJSRq8/s320/184123872_vrk5zWSe_c.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;A roast has been cooking in the oven all afternoon. &amp;nbsp;I can't wait to walk through the doors when we get home from school. &amp;nbsp;I think these &lt;a href="http://pinterest.com/amykirkland/"&gt;potatoes&lt;/a&gt; will make an amazing side dish instead of just regular mashed potatoes. &amp;nbsp;{Besides, I am not much of a gravy girl...just can't make brown gravy well!} &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KjZFj5-4Nmw/TooWWQyvRoI/AAAAAAAABKQ/0Ol65PLlfOA/s1600/mashedpotatoesbaconcheddar2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KjZFj5-4Nmw/TooWWQyvRoI/AAAAAAAABKQ/0Ol65PLlfOA/s320/mashedpotatoesbaconcheddar2.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calleigh has decided to have her upcoming birthday party at the house. &amp;nbsp;When it comes to extravagant birthday parties, I fail miserably. &amp;nbsp;I am hoping that Pinterest will give me just the motivation and inspiration to make her last "little girl" birthday party a blast. &amp;nbsp;This will her last year before she "officially" becomes a TEENAGER!! &amp;nbsp;A whole other post....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for now, I will be scowering Pinterest for great girl birthday party ideas...then for the follow through of actually preparing them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be blessed...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24932852-2653443756170615690?l=my-3-blessings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-3-blessings.blogspot.com/feeds/2653443756170615690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24932852&amp;postID=2653443756170615690&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24932852/posts/default/2653443756170615690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24932852/posts/default/2653443756170615690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-3-blessings.blogspot.com/2011/10/weeks-later-i-am-still-suffering-from.html' title='pinterest love'/><author><name>Amy Kirkland</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R9sHat90jdI/SfSwUmw00ZI/AAAAAAAAABI/_YklxtdMTcA/S220/IMG_4287.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-j5vH7ELb4wY/TooKXwGdG0I/AAAAAAAABKI/xasd_sFlGFA/s72-c/107691152_RVCiuNJ4_c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24932852.post-7640231755866785896</id><published>2011-09-22T11:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-22T11:43:09.816-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2011'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parenting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='authenticity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amy'/><title type='text'>time</title><content type='html'>Last night as I crawled into bed, I noticed a Carebridge update from a lady I am following. &amp;nbsp;Most of the people on Carebridge are terminally ill, usually cancer. &amp;nbsp;I honestly don't know why I follow them because their stories break my heart. &amp;nbsp;Their stories have a impact to someone in my life, even if not directly connected to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was reading her update, she talked about the value of TIME in her life. &amp;nbsp;For her entire grown up life, she has taken time for granted. &amp;nbsp;But, her doctors have told her that 2-5 years would be a miracle for her. &amp;nbsp;Her life has been put into a new TIME perspective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I laid in my bed sobbing. &amp;nbsp;I was hoping Robby couldn't hear my sniffles as he was drifting off to sleep. &amp;nbsp;She is teacher, she is a mom with young "threads," she has an amazing husband that she wants to spend &amp;nbsp;forever with. &amp;nbsp;JUST LIKE ME!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It really made me think about TIME. &amp;nbsp;We never know how much of we have left? &amp;nbsp;What do I do with my time? &amp;nbsp;Often times we fill every moment of our time with something. &amp;nbsp;We want to make sure our kids "experience" all of life. &amp;nbsp;We (as a family) don't want to miss a thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if TIME changed for me? &amp;nbsp;What if TIME changed for you? &amp;nbsp;Are you content or satisfied with how your days are spent? &amp;nbsp;What would you do differently? &amp;nbsp;What would change?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would focus less on making sure all the "chores" were finished and spend more TIME with my kids. &amp;nbsp;Thinking back to yesterday...Carson asked me to listen to his UIL Oral Reading story. &amp;nbsp;I remembered when he was already tucked in his bed, sound asleep. &amp;nbsp;Didn't get done. &amp;nbsp;I was more intently focused on &amp;nbsp;us cleaning out the car, wiping down windows, scrubbing the carpets because the car was driving me crazy!!! &amp;nbsp;I know for a fact I missed an opportunity to rock Cydney.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quit honestly, there are things I so desperately want to change involving how we spend our time, but I just can't make the change happen. &amp;nbsp;I don't know how. &amp;nbsp;It all goes back to...we don't want to miss a thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TIME could change in the blink of an eye. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24932852-7640231755866785896?l=my-3-blessings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-3-blessings.blogspot.com/feeds/7640231755866785896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24932852&amp;postID=7640231755866785896&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24932852/posts/default/7640231755866785896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24932852/posts/default/7640231755866785896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-3-blessings.blogspot.com/2011/09/time.html' title='time'/><author><name>Amy Kirkland</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R9sHat90jdI/SfSwUmw00ZI/AAAAAAAAABI/_YklxtdMTcA/S220/IMG_4287.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24932852.post-3915431829482995031</id><published>2011-08-27T00:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-27T00:39:40.643-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Carson'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Calleigh'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2011'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>one week down</title><content type='html'>Aside from a few minor meltdowns, mom and kids made it through our first week back at school. &amp;nbsp;It was an awesome week. &amp;nbsp;I love my classes. &amp;nbsp;All of my students are fun and sweet. &amp;nbsp;They even still think I am sweet. &amp;nbsp;I laugh and tell their parents that will change after next week. &amp;nbsp;HA!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After meeting all my students, some returning in 8th grade and others new to 7th grade, I am very excited for the year to come. &amp;nbsp;They are going to be a great group of kids to work with. &amp;nbsp;Seventh graders were mostly scared to death of ending up in the wrong class, or not doing it right. &amp;nbsp;They did an awesome job!! &amp;nbsp;Next week they will have the system down easily and be old pros.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calleigh and Carson had a great week too. &amp;nbsp;They both are LOVING their teachers. &amp;nbsp;What a relief for mom to have a school with such amazing teachers. &amp;nbsp;Looking forward to their successes in school this year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't be receiving Mother of the Year this year. &amp;nbsp;I forgot to take FIRST DAY OF SCHOOL pictures. &amp;nbsp;I know, you say how can that be? &amp;nbsp;I don't know. &amp;nbsp;We weren't rushed. &amp;nbsp;Just got to school before I thought of it. &amp;nbsp;Then, it was just embarrassing, and I hated to humiliate them on the first day of school. &amp;nbsp;I probably do a good job at that without trying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I would love to be home this weekend and do laundry and kick back, we will spend tomorrow in town playing basketball. &amp;nbsp;UGH...I am so tired!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a fantastic weekend!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24932852-3915431829482995031?l=my-3-blessings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-3-blessings.blogspot.com/feeds/3915431829482995031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24932852&amp;postID=3915431829482995031&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24932852/posts/default/3915431829482995031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24932852/posts/default/3915431829482995031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-3-blessings.blogspot.com/2011/08/one-week-down.html' title='one week down'/><author><name>Amy Kirkland</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R9sHat90jdI/SfSwUmw00ZI/AAAAAAAAABI/_YklxtdMTcA/S220/IMG_4287.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24932852.post-2925818427414212175</id><published>2011-08-10T10:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-10T10:13:48.657-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Carson'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Calleigh'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ordinary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2011'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cydney'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><title type='text'>rain</title><content type='html'>Last night our dry and thirsty land finally got a drink!! &amp;nbsp;Thank you Lord!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dggNHiccYtI/TkKedjTzvZI/AAAAAAAABHg/VpLkZY1_m10/s1600/IMG_3399.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dggNHiccYtI/TkKedjTzvZI/AAAAAAAABHg/VpLkZY1_m10/IMG_3399.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YkIEBZplBQE/TkKfPl8OddI/AAAAAAAABHs/f2mS5WxD4ZE/s1600/IMG_3401.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YkIEBZplBQE/TkKfPl8OddI/AAAAAAAABHs/f2mS5WxD4ZE/IMG_3401.JPG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SkbJBWfj-vg/TkKe2bZ6HkI/AAAAAAAABHo/Q8PjJKUr8l4/s1600/IMG_3416.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SkbJBWfj-vg/TkKe2bZ6HkI/AAAAAAAABHo/Q8PjJKUr8l4/IMG_3416.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who knew rain could be so much &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;fun!!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24932852-2925818427414212175?l=my-3-blessings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-3-blessings.blogspot.com/feeds/2925818427414212175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24932852&amp;postID=2925818427414212175&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24932852/posts/default/2925818427414212175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24932852/posts/default/2925818427414212175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-3-blessings.blogspot.com/2011/08/rain.html' title='rain'/><author><name>Amy Kirkland</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R9sHat90jdI/SfSwUmw00ZI/AAAAAAAAABI/_YklxtdMTcA/S220/IMG_4287.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dggNHiccYtI/TkKedjTzvZI/AAAAAAAABHg/VpLkZY1_m10/s72-c/IMG_3399.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24932852.post-3372035506823691255</id><published>2011-08-02T22:39:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-02T23:29:05.713-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2011'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='organization'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='menu planning'/><title type='text'>{regroup.reorganize.try again}</title><content type='html'>With school lurking around the corner for the members of this household {sniff, sniff}, I decided I better get my act together and get an organizational plan for me...the leader of the circus. &amp;nbsp;Sometimes I feel like it takes an act of congress to get this family organized and headed out the door with all of our belongings in hand. &amp;nbsp;I was thinking I needed to toss some ideas that didn't work for us last year and begin anew. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first task was better planning our meals throughout the week. &amp;nbsp;Not only that, but to better utilize our time and money when it comes to grocery shopping. &amp;nbsp;I will be the first to admit...as much as I would love to clip a few coupons to save our family some money, I just don't have the time, desire or patience. &amp;nbsp;And it seems grocery shopping takes a million times longer because I am sorting through coupons and going to this store and that. &amp;nbsp;Simply, I don't have time for that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;After some Pinterest hunting, I combined some ideas and came up with a menu-planner that I think will work swell for me. &amp;nbsp;Here is the result!! &amp;nbsp;I really, really like it!! &amp;nbsp;I think it will function well for the needs of our family. &amp;nbsp;Besides that, it is cute too!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://docs.google.com/viewer?a=v&amp;amp;pid=explorer&amp;amp;chrome=true&amp;amp;srcid=0B2LUo1hspChcNDgyYzdmMDItODEwYi00N2Y0LWJlODktZDAyNzI1NDFmYWNi&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eB8CuisMqM8/TjiidIYgGgI/AAAAAAAABHc/X7ClUuDidhY/s320/Menu+Planner.jpg" width="247" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;At the moment, my plan is to make enough copies for the year and put them in a small binder. &amp;nbsp;Then I can just grab that binder on my way to the store. &amp;nbsp;Sounds like a great plan...time to implement it. &amp;nbsp;Well, maybe next week. &amp;nbsp;I have to go pack for a basketball trip on Thursday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Be blessed my friends,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24932852-3372035506823691255?l=my-3-blessings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-3-blessings.blogspot.com/feeds/3372035506823691255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24932852&amp;postID=3372035506823691255&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24932852/posts/default/3372035506823691255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24932852/posts/default/3372035506823691255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-3-blessings.blogspot.com/2011/08/regroupingreorganizetry-again.html' title='{regroup.reorganize.try again}'/><author><name>Amy Kirkland</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R9sHat90jdI/SfSwUmw00ZI/AAAAAAAAABI/_YklxtdMTcA/S220/IMG_4287.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eB8CuisMqM8/TjiidIYgGgI/AAAAAAAABHc/X7ClUuDidhY/s72-c/Menu+Planner.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24932852.post-2079658562816879285</id><published>2011-08-01T15:30:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-01T15:34:47.698-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='motherhood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2011'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parenting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 day mom challenge'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amy'/><title type='text'>mom challenge</title><content type='html'>Saturday we had Cydney's birthday party and before the party could get here I found my self frazzled, grumpy and ready to bite my children's head off. &amp;nbsp;Really, I did bite their heads off!!! &amp;nbsp;I had to ask over and over to get things done, and I had had it!! &amp;nbsp;As I ask forgiveness from them that evening, it left me feeling like a terrible mom. &amp;nbsp;I knew something had to change...and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;soon&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For one, I will not ask more than once to get something done. &amp;nbsp;After that, they will suffer the consequences. &amp;nbsp;I sat them down last night and explained my expectations and consequences to them. &amp;nbsp;Let's hope they were listening. &amp;nbsp;If not, it could be some miserable last days for the Kirkland Kids. &amp;nbsp;It would totally stink to spend the rest of the summer in their rooms contemplating their behaviors. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-C4x3rdwnlSU/TjcLwex5UQI/AAAAAAAABHY/bkuHU8neAzs/s1600/72629808_xQz2biJB_c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-C4x3rdwnlSU/TjcLwex5UQI/AAAAAAAABHY/bkuHU8neAzs/s320/72629808_xQz2biJB_c.jpg" width="247" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;But I knew my heart needed softening too...In the mean time, I found this 30 day Mom Challenge. &amp;nbsp;Maybe this was God's way of giving me one thing to work on everyday to improve my own actions towards my children. What better day to start than TODAY...the first of the month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love that it says "Mom's Ultimate To-Do List." &amp;nbsp;I get to caught up in life and all that I having going, that I often forget they are my top priority, my greatest job, and biggest blessing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made a copy to hang on my fridge to remind me my big job... 24/7, 365 days a year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully, I will blog about my experiences as I work through this challenge. &amp;nbsp;If this is something you would like to join me in, please leave us comment and we can keep each other accountable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;You are a super mom!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24932852-2079658562816879285?l=my-3-blessings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-3-blessings.blogspot.com/feeds/2079658562816879285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24932852&amp;postID=2079658562816879285&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24932852/posts/default/2079658562816879285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24932852/posts/default/2079658562816879285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-3-blessings.blogspot.com/2011/08/mom-challenge.html' title='mom challenge'/><author><name>Amy Kirkland</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R9sHat90jdI/SfSwUmw00ZI/AAAAAAAAABI/_YklxtdMTcA/S220/IMG_4287.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-C4x3rdwnlSU/TjcLwex5UQI/AAAAAAAABHY/bkuHU8neAzs/s72-c/72629808_xQz2biJB_c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24932852.post-3789439600560619621</id><published>2011-07-30T01:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-30T01:58:19.230-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ordinary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2011'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cydney'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>another year</title><content type='html'>It's funny how I have a hard time remembering details of last month, last week, or even yesterday for that matter. &amp;nbsp;But then there are moments that are etched on my heart. &amp;nbsp;So defining, it is as if the moment just happened. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three years ago today, our precious baby girl made her grand appearance into this world. &amp;nbsp;A day that is forever etched on my heart...as with the birth of my other two kids. &amp;nbsp;(It funny how I can see it so clearly.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was our annual family trip to Wonderland. &amp;nbsp;Let me hear a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;WOOHOO&lt;/span&gt;!!! &amp;nbsp;I had an OB appointment, so I went in around lunch to the dr., was going to pre-register at the hospital, run errands, and meet the family for supper and a night of fun!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;I remember...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...being excited because this was the first OB appointment Dr. Carrillo would check if I had dilated. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...being disappointed when Dr. Carrillo was out of town and only the nurse would see me. &amp;nbsp;She wasn't even going to check me because I was still about 4 weeks from delivery. &amp;nbsp;I had been having contractions for about a month (since we walked 4,000 miles in Pittsburg and New York City...not one of my smarter decisions!) &amp;nbsp;But she did!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...the shock as she said "You wanted to have a baby today!! &amp;nbsp;You're dilated to a 5!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...thinking Robby is working, we are going to Wonderland, my suitcase isn't even finished packing. &amp;nbsp;I have pre-registered at the hospital. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;TODAY??&lt;/span&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;REALLY??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The nurse wouldn't let me move until she had called the hospital to tell them I was coming. &amp;nbsp;She made me feel like a ticking time bomb!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...calling Robby while he was having lunch at his mom's. &amp;nbsp;I told him the news. &amp;nbsp;Part of me was so excited, yet nervous and scared...all in a moment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...trying to coach my mom via the phone how to finish packing my bags and what to bring to the hospital. &amp;nbsp;Robby was just coming...nothing in hand but my pillows!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...the nurse telling me to drive straight to the hospital. &amp;nbsp;The nurses were waiting my arrival. &amp;nbsp;Sounds so glamorous...not really!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...the hospital was packed with mom's having babies or had just had a baby. &amp;nbsp;There were no rooms in the inn. &amp;nbsp;They had to just stick me in a triage room and wait, and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;wait&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;wait&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because Dr. Carrillo was out of town, I was in the hands of the doctor on call. &amp;nbsp;The first one didn't want any part of delivering me because Cydney was almost 4 weeks pre-term. &amp;nbsp;When he told us of all the problems that could occur with a baby that early, it sure didn't ease our nerves at all. &amp;nbsp;But still, I was dilated to a 5. (One thing I failed to mention is that with my other two babes, I delivered both in 30 minutes or less of pushing. &amp;nbsp;Yeah, I know. &amp;nbsp;I just lost some of you right there! &amp;nbsp;Life isn't fair sometimes. &amp;nbsp;I am sorry some of you had to push for days!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully Dr. Carrasco came to our rescue and realized I could not go home. &amp;nbsp;They admitted me, moved me to a room, gave me an epidural (which didn't work), broke my water, and we had a baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;I remember...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...feeling horrible during delivery. &amp;nbsp;Childbirth hurts without epidurals. &amp;nbsp;I was throwing up. &amp;nbsp;Not comparable to the cake walk of my other two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...the moment she was born, it all went away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...the first time I saw Dr. Carrasco hold her up. &amp;nbsp;Oh my, she was so tiny. &amp;nbsp;She only weighed 5 pounds 10 ounces. &amp;nbsp;It was almost as if she was a baby doll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so thankful for the that precious blessing. &amp;nbsp;She brings us so much joy everyday. &amp;nbsp;She is pretty darn cute too!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-n-FIh296Xl0/TjOocCK7xSI/AAAAAAAABG4/0Of-x62tGRQ/s1600/IMG_2880.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-n-FIh296Xl0/TjOocCK7xSI/AAAAAAAABG4/0Of-x62tGRQ/IMG_2880.JPG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jxE53DG_yxs/TjOonmu27eI/AAAAAAAABHA/WtVHuPIHrSs/s1600/IMG_1132.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jxE53DG_yxs/TjOonmu27eI/AAAAAAAABHA/WtVHuPIHrSs/IMG_1132.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, we celebrated her birthday with just us. &amp;nbsp;Three year well check at the pediatrician. &amp;nbsp;You will be happy to know she has come a LONG way since 5 pounds, 10 ounces. &amp;nbsp;She has made up for it!! &amp;nbsp;Calleigh bought her a princess sash...that she won't wear. &amp;nbsp;Tomorrow is the birthday party. &amp;nbsp;She is so excited!! &amp;nbsp;We were walking tonight at a friend's birthday party, and she told me "I just want a birthday party." &amp;nbsp;Awww!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight as she climbed into my bed, she hollered at her dad. &amp;nbsp;"Dad, I love you!!" &amp;nbsp;He replied with I love you too Cydney. &amp;nbsp;About a minute later..."Dad, I still love you!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the little things that make the world go round. &amp;nbsp;Happy birthday Cydney Claire. &amp;nbsp;We love you dearly!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Dad, Mom, Calleigh &amp;amp; Carson&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24932852-3789439600560619621?l=my-3-blessings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-3-blessings.blogspot.com/feeds/3789439600560619621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24932852&amp;postID=3789439600560619621&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24932852/posts/default/3789439600560619621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24932852/posts/default/3789439600560619621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-3-blessings.blogspot.com/2011/07/another-year.html' title='another year'/><author><name>Amy Kirkland</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R9sHat90jdI/SfSwUmw00ZI/AAAAAAAAABI/_YklxtdMTcA/S220/IMG_4287.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-n-FIh296Xl0/TjOocCK7xSI/AAAAAAAABG4/0Of-x62tGRQ/s72-c/IMG_2880.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24932852.post-5271534852802893697</id><published>2011-07-27T15:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-27T15:57:45.016-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2011'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='classroom ideas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amy'/><title type='text'>so cool...well if you're a teacher</title><content type='html'>While searching teacher blogs last night for a good writing lesson plan template, I came across this cool website called &lt;a href="http://www.tagxedo.com/"&gt;Tagxedo&lt;/a&gt;. &amp;nbsp;Wonder where that name came from? &amp;nbsp;&lt;s&gt;I don't even know how to pronounce that&lt;/s&gt;. For my students that are familiar with &lt;a href="http://www.wordle.net/"&gt;Wordle&lt;/a&gt;, this is just a way cooler version of it. &amp;nbsp;(Yes, way cooler is a word in Jr. High!) &amp;nbsp;Go try it out and let me know what you think. &amp;nbsp;If you are teacher...there are a million ways to use it in the classroom. &amp;nbsp;Tell me one way you think you might use it in your classroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll start....I think I could use it in my spelling center to practice the weeks spelling words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rUUK-1uqRtc/TjB7IZMpsHI/AAAAAAAABGc/KfcY2Wi_PFU/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-07-27+at+3.49.59+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="340" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rUUK-1uqRtc/TjB7IZMpsHI/AAAAAAAABGc/KfcY2Wi_PFU/s400/Screen+shot+2011-07-27+at+3.49.59+PM.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah...and have fun!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24932852-5271534852802893697?l=my-3-blessings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-3-blessings.blogspot.com/feeds/5271534852802893697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24932852&amp;postID=5271534852802893697&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24932852/posts/default/5271534852802893697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24932852/posts/default/5271534852802893697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-3-blessings.blogspot.com/2011/07/so-coolwell-if-youre-teacher.html' title='so cool...well if you&apos;re a teacher'/><author><name>Amy Kirkland</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R9sHat90jdI/SfSwUmw00ZI/AAAAAAAAABI/_YklxtdMTcA/S220/IMG_4287.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rUUK-1uqRtc/TjB7IZMpsHI/AAAAAAAABGc/KfcY2Wi_PFU/s72-c/Screen+shot+2011-07-27+at+3.49.59+PM.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24932852.post-203629859690631342</id><published>2011-07-26T20:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-26T20:24:09.108-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ordinary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2011'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pinterest'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amy'/><title type='text'>my new love</title><content type='html'>This week I discovered a new &lt;s&gt;addiction&lt;/s&gt; love thanks to Darby!!! (My family is so grateful to you!) &amp;nbsp;It's crazy. &amp;nbsp;I don't even know why I love it so much, but I do. &amp;nbsp;I have spent hours and hours playing, and looking, and searching, and drooling, and wishing I was creative and rich so I could do, do, do!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, ok...I have kept you waiting long enough. &amp;nbsp;It's this new (at least to me) website that is an online bulletin board. &amp;nbsp;There is &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;EVERYTHING&lt;/span&gt;!! &amp;nbsp;I originally thought is was so cool for my classroom, but the possibilities are endless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pinterest.com/amykirkland/"&gt;&lt;img alt="Follow Me on Pinterest" height="26" src="http://d3io1k5o0zdpqr.cloudfront.net/images/pinterest-button.png" width="78" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have just gotta visit. &amp;nbsp;If you have an i-phone, they have an app for that (imagine that, right!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you like it and want to see what I have "pinned" here is a link to my bulletin board. &lt;br /&gt;http://pinterest.com/amykirkland/pins/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So cool!! &amp;nbsp;I absolutely &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; it!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy pinning!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24932852-203629859690631342?l=my-3-blessings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-3-blessings.blogspot.com/feeds/203629859690631342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24932852&amp;postID=203629859690631342&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24932852/posts/default/203629859690631342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24932852/posts/default/203629859690631342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-3-blessings.blogspot.com/2011/07/my-new-love.html' title='my new love'/><author><name>Amy Kirkland</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R9sHat90jdI/SfSwUmw00ZI/AAAAAAAAABI/_YklxtdMTcA/S220/IMG_4287.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24932852.post-7023047900285824303</id><published>2011-07-22T09:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-22T09:49:32.458-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Robby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2011'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amy'/><title type='text'>i do</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;My dearest Robby...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am so blessed to have married you &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;sixteen&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;years&lt;/span&gt; ago today. &amp;nbsp;As I met you at the end of the aisle, I was head over heels in love. &amp;nbsp;Although I was in love you from the beginning, today our love has grown to be so much more than I ever dreamed. &amp;nbsp;I am so blessed and honored to be your wife.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CoGXFv0tkpc/TikAkZAU4KI/AAAAAAAABFg/P926ekA6LkY/s1600/IMG_1209.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CoGXFv0tkpc/TikAkZAU4KI/AAAAAAAABFg/P926ekA6LkY/IMG_1209.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You are so kind and generous. &amp;nbsp;I love your heart!! &amp;nbsp;And I love your eyes and your smile!!&lt;br /&gt;You balance me in so many ways.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N_spFQ32U8c/TikAmzvPrYI/AAAAAAAABFk/-ZfL5e4zXE4/s1600/IMG_1482.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N_spFQ32U8c/TikAmzvPrYI/AAAAAAAABFk/-ZfL5e4zXE4/IMG_1482.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Even though our life is often a &lt;s&gt;circus&lt;/s&gt; wild &amp;amp; crazy, I am so thankful for the three little monkeys we have together. &amp;nbsp;Being their mother beings me the greatest joys in life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-66KVQE84G2I/TikAsfoNYbI/AAAAAAAABFo/TswwDzxWB4g/s1600/IMG_2089.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Our babies are so absolutely beautiful!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1sucSN9XZNs/TikAhQNK8jI/AAAAAAAABFc/GtrI0rbRBMc/s1600/IMG_1174.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1sucSN9XZNs/TikAhQNK8jI/AAAAAAAABFc/GtrI0rbRBMc/IMG_1174.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;You have given me a life that is far greater than any princess could imagine. &amp;nbsp;Thank you for working so hard to provide a great life for the kids and I. &amp;nbsp;Once again, we are so blessed!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;In so many crazy words...this is how I feel about you my love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CPrf-ecCD-8/TikEgN0DwaI/AAAAAAAABF0/Ln-gBEs7es8/s1600/sign.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CPrf-ecCD-8/TikEgN0DwaI/AAAAAAAABF0/Ln-gBEs7es8/sign.png" width="201" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Thank you for making &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;ME&lt;/span&gt; the happiest woman in the world.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-M7hdBz2S0yY/TikAeHxzTdI/AAAAAAAABFY/R1uaCVpPux8/s1600/IMG_1093.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-M7hdBz2S0yY/TikAeHxzTdI/AAAAAAAABFY/R1uaCVpPux8/IMG_1093.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;with all of my heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Happy Anniversary&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I said I DO 16 years ago, and I DO today and &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;always&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I am so excited for the next 16 years and all the years to come.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I look forward to sharing our dreams and growing old together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I know through the love that has grown between us over these past years,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;we can weather &lt;i&gt;any&lt;/i&gt; storm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I love you!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24932852-7023047900285824303?l=my-3-blessings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-3-blessings.blogspot.com/feeds/7023047900285824303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24932852&amp;postID=7023047900285824303&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24932852/posts/default/7023047900285824303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24932852/posts/default/7023047900285824303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-3-blessings.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-do.html' title='i do'/><author><name>Amy Kirkland</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R9sHat90jdI/SfSwUmw00ZI/AAAAAAAAABI/_YklxtdMTcA/S220/IMG_4287.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CoGXFv0tkpc/TikAkZAU4KI/AAAAAAAABFg/P926ekA6LkY/s72-c/IMG_1209.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24932852.post-6812218398977700061</id><published>2011-07-13T11:24:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-13T11:24:01.239-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2011'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grandmother'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amy'/><title type='text'>85 years</title><content type='html'>Only about a month ago, I sure didn't think my precious grandmother would be celebrating her 85th birthday with a celebration at our house. &amp;nbsp;What a double blessing to have her this past weekend. &amp;nbsp;About a month ago, she became seriously ill and doctors weren't quit sure what to diagnose her with. &amp;nbsp;Honestly, I am not sure they still know, but they said encephalitis. &amp;nbsp;What I do know is she was a very sick little lady.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Praise Jesus, she has made a great recovery and was able to come to our home to celebrate her birthday with a cookout and birthday cake. &amp;nbsp;Even at 85 years old, a birthday wouldn't be a birthday without cake and ice cream. &amp;nbsp;She deserves it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/65099161@N03/5927641513/" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" title="IMG_2924 by amy.kirkland, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="IMG_2924" height="266" src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6137/5927641513_9df656939e.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few of her great-grands enjoyed crowding around to help her "blow" our her candles. &amp;nbsp;(No, we didn't put 85 candles on the cake!) I think she had a pretty good time celebrating with them as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a pleasure to be able to celebrate my precious Grandmiere...I love you!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24932852-6812218398977700061?l=my-3-blessings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-3-blessings.blogspot.com/feeds/6812218398977700061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24932852&amp;postID=6812218398977700061&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24932852/posts/default/6812218398977700061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24932852/posts/default/6812218398977700061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-3-blessings.blogspot.com/2011/07/85-years.html' title='85 years'/><author><name>Amy Kirkland</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R9sHat90jdI/SfSwUmw00ZI/AAAAAAAAABI/_YklxtdMTcA/S220/IMG_4287.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6137/5927641513_9df656939e_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24932852.post-161357037739166871</id><published>2011-07-12T18:44:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-12T18:44:00.884-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Carson'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Calleigh'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Robby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2011'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cydney'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><title type='text'>all in a days work</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0YZhWcOoLb0/ThuKPlSjM1I/AAAAAAAABFM/Hy1BWk-8AcY/s1600/IMG_1769-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0YZhWcOoLb0/ThuKPlSjM1I/AAAAAAAABFM/Hy1BWk-8AcY/IMG_1769-1.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24932852-6303273010202035048?l=my-3-blessings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-3-blessings.blogspot.com/feeds/6303273010202035048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24932852&amp;postID=6303273010202035048&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24932852/posts/default/6303273010202035048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24932852/posts/default/6303273010202035048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-3-blessings.blogspot.com/2011/07/beach.html' title='the beach'/><author><name>Amy Kirkland</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R9sHat90jdI/SfSwUmw00ZI/AAAAAAAAABI/_YklxtdMTcA/S220/IMG_4287.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0YZhWcOoLb0/ThuKPlSjM1I/AAAAAAAABFM/Hy1BWk-8AcY/s72-c/IMG_1769-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24932852.post-3685113219805045730</id><published>2011-07-03T17:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-03T17:18:32.230-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Calleigh'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2011'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my life is a circus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bluedevils'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>home</title><content type='html'>After 17 days, 3 destinations, 6 planes rides, 2 rental cars and 6 hotels....WE ARE FINALLY ALL HOME!!! And oh my, does it ever feel good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot how much I loved my house. &amp;nbsp;I love my dust. &amp;nbsp;I love my own washing machine. &amp;nbsp;I love cooking in my kitchen. &amp;nbsp;I love sitting on my comfy couches. &amp;nbsp;I love driving my very own suburban. &amp;nbsp;I love having more than one room to hang out in as we did in our hotels. I love NOT having to live out of a suitcase. &amp;nbsp;I just love being home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we had so much fun!!! &amp;nbsp;Disney was a huge success for all, especially Cydney Claire. &amp;nbsp;Her favorite was probably Minnie Mouse, but when she picked her souvenir...she chose PIGLET!! The big kids favorite was probably Hollywood Studios. &amp;nbsp;There were big, fun, fast, and exciting rides there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-y_WLwwD8aKg/ThDpXSSm4UI/AAAAAAAABFA/gkWHRqvzwgI/s1600/IMG_0958.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-y_WLwwD8aKg/ThDpXSSm4UI/AAAAAAAABFA/gkWHRqvzwgI/IMG_0958.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After several days of Disney, it was nice and relaxing to dip our toes in the water in Marco. &amp;nbsp;The beautiful tan that came along with that was definitely a plus for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-M8h8Dw1i4Y4/ThDpxA5NLTI/AAAAAAAABFE/fyPvCKRKLWM/s1600/IMG_1807.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-M8h8Dw1i4Y4/ThDpxA5NLTI/AAAAAAAABFE/fyPvCKRKLWM/IMG_1807.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Telling my boys good-bye brought tears. &amp;nbsp;(I am not good at good-byes!) &amp;nbsp;But the girls and I headed to Virginia for a busy week of Bluedevil basketball. &amp;nbsp;We didn't fair as well as we had like at the National Tournament, although they did very well. &amp;nbsp;They placed about 13th out of 34 very good ball teams. &amp;nbsp;I am super proud of those Texas Bluedevils.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XYC0e0LgOsM/ThDp71Iye8I/AAAAAAAABFI/Bwng3Zy3au4/s1600/IMG_2268.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XYC0e0LgOsM/ThDp71Iye8I/AAAAAAAABFI/Bwng3Zy3au4/IMG_2268.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally...we flew home with a quick overnight stay in Amarillo for a family reunion. &amp;nbsp;It is always good to see family that we don't see often. &amp;nbsp;Sure would have loved to have seen them longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But home never felt so good!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24932852-3685113219805045730?l=my-3-blessings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-3-blessings.blogspot.com/feeds/3685113219805045730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24932852&amp;postID=3685113219805045730&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24932852/posts/default/3685113219805045730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24932852/posts/default/3685113219805045730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-3-blessings.blogspot.com/2011/07/home.html' title='home'/><author><name>Amy Kirkland</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R9sHat90jdI/SfSwUmw00ZI/AAAAAAAAABI/_YklxtdMTcA/S220/IMG_4287.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-y_WLwwD8aKg/ThDpXSSm4UI/AAAAAAAABFA/gkWHRqvzwgI/s72-c/IMG_0958.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24932852.post-180793960819570733</id><published>2011-06-16T08:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-16T08:51:00.051-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2011'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my life is a circus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>here we go....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;As we speak, we have hopped a Southwest bird for hot &amp;amp; sunny Florida.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The Kirkland Klan is on vacation with Mimi &amp;amp; Poppy and the Schroeder crew.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AHgXCIggK4Q/TfKXKxDJtJI/AAAAAAAABE4/Moizzu2RKtE/s1600/southwest-airlines.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AHgXCIggK4Q/TfKXKxDJtJI/AAAAAAAABE4/Moizzu2RKtE/southwest-airlines.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;While away, we hope to meet up with Mickey and Minnie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uJPPMPS1THs/TfKXKQ2_BqI/AAAAAAAABE0/hbTFXefSCA0/s1600/mickey+and+minnie+mouse+at+orlando+disney+world.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uJPPMPS1THs/TfKXKQ2_BqI/AAAAAAAABE0/hbTFXefSCA0/mickey+and+minnie+mouse+at+orlando+disney+world.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;and a few other Disney characters for handshakes, hugs and autographs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Mtq_pTUP10U/TfKW5MZHjRI/AAAAAAAABEg/cMcV7ojLtqQ/s1600/DisneyCharacters.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="208" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Mtq_pTUP10U/TfKW5MZHjRI/AAAAAAAABEg/cMcV7ojLtqQ/DisneyCharacters.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We even hope to see a princess or two for a quick photo. &amp;nbsp;Of course, we will be taking several princesses of our own on this trip.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;You may know them as..........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Princess Cydney&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Princess Calleigh and Princess Bailey&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cTqMKrQMWPY/TfKW5vziz5I/AAAAAAAABEk/onfFJ_Re3No/s1600/disneyprincess2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cTqMKrQMWPY/TfKW5vziz5I/AAAAAAAABEk/onfFJ_Re3No/disneyprincess2.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We will visit many kinds of animals at&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ENhUbqbIk5E/TfKWybJF5lI/AAAAAAAABEY/yrb1MwJl8rA/s1600/animal-755311.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ENhUbqbIk5E/TfKWybJF5lI/AAAAAAAABEY/yrb1MwJl8rA/animal-755311.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Then have some fun at&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MA1txArjpus/TfKWxNY8MhI/AAAAAAAABEU/1O5ye_5oQ5E/s1600/16018.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MA1txArjpus/TfKWxNY8MhI/AAAAAAAABEU/1O5ye_5oQ5E/16018.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Moms and Dads and Mimi and Poppy will need a break from all this fun, so we are headed to Marco Island Florida for the Florida Cattleman's Convention.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dgqzgS4HplM/TfKXJ1PwPtI/AAAAAAAABEw/H1K8S7Lg1UU/s1600/marco-island.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dgqzgS4HplM/TfKXJ1PwPtI/AAAAAAAABEw/H1K8S7Lg1UU/marco-island.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I plan to sit on this very beach and soak up some Florida rays.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Bumming at the beach is my idea of a vacation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rvV4JjVvapM/TfKXBbSyMUI/AAAAAAAABEo/masStnG-1Es/s1600/DSC03983.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rvV4JjVvapM/TfKXBbSyMUI/AAAAAAAABEo/masStnG-1Es/DSC03983.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dU_n3pfHZdc/TfKXJJg-lKI/AAAAAAAABEs/GF0Zhco0ulc/s1600/DSC03984.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dU_n3pfHZdc/TfKXJJg-lKI/AAAAAAAABEs/GF0Zhco0ulc/DSC03984.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But my kids LOVE, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt; this pool. &lt;br /&gt;So here is where we will spend hours and hours.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Which is fine by me!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here we will also visit many feedyard &lt;s&gt;customers&lt;/s&gt; friends. &amp;nbsp;I am really looking forward to this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then Calleigh, Cydney and I (and the Schroeder crew) will put Mimi and all the boys on a plane home while we jet to&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zHICMgllJv4/TfKXLNP0AzI/AAAAAAAABE8/3LHU1I79hfM/s1600/fr149.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="272" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zHICMgllJv4/TfKXLNP0AzI/AAAAAAAABE8/3LHU1I79hfM/fr149.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hampton, Virgina&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;for&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;you guessed it....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;a basketball tournament!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BrM7u_GYOWg/TfKW4ZM5-KI/AAAAAAAABEc/xqHiibt8MXs/s1600/blue+devil.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BrM7u_GYOWg/TfKW4ZM5-KI/AAAAAAAABEc/xqHiibt8MXs/blue+devil.bmp" width="242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Bluedevils will play in the AAU National Tournament.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We are so excited and hoping for a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;CHAMPIONSHIP&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Follow us on Facebook for up to the minute updates.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I will try to keep this blog updated with pictures from all of our summer vacation adventures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Just typing all this and internalizing what all is going on makes me &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;TIRED&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24932852-180793960819570733?l=my-3-blessings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-3-blessings.blogspot.com/feeds/180793960819570733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24932852&amp;postID=180793960819570733&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24932852/posts/default/180793960819570733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24932852/posts/default/180793960819570733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-3-blessings.blogspot.com/2011/06/here-we-go.html' title='here we go....'/><author><name>Amy Kirkland</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R9sHat90jdI/SfSwUmw00ZI/AAAAAAAAABI/_YklxtdMTcA/S220/IMG_4287.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AHgXCIggK4Q/TfKXKxDJtJI/AAAAAAAABE4/Moizzu2RKtE/s72-c/southwest-airlines.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24932852.post-5958317953137097652</id><published>2011-06-14T09:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-14T09:45:35.490-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Carson'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ordinary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2011'/><title type='text'>that's my boy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-w5XO8XfsO5E/TfKQLG59xsI/AAAAAAAABEQ/jQt7U32W4vo/s1600/IMG_0450.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-w5XO8XfsO5E/TfKQLG59xsI/AAAAAAAABEQ/jQt7U32W4vo/IMG_0450.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't mind being&amp;nbsp;&lt;s&gt;dirty&lt;/s&gt; filthy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hates lotion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Can't&lt;/s&gt; Doesn't care if his clothes match&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could care less if his clothes are clean or dirty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keeps a messy room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Likes weird things like guns and football (I mean who would want to be purposely hit and tackled?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't multi-task&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hates chores around the house, but&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loves his friends and playtimes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;He&lt;/span&gt; makes me one &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;happy&lt;/span&gt; momma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24932852-5958317953137097652?l=my-3-blessings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-3-blessings.blogspot.com/feeds/5958317953137097652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24932852&amp;postID=5958317953137097652&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24932852/posts/default/5958317953137097652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24932852/posts/default/5958317953137097652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-3-blessings.blogspot.com/2011/06/thats-my-boy.html' title='that&apos;s my boy'/><author><name>Amy Kirkland</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R9sHat90jdI/SfSwUmw00ZI/AAAAAAAAABI/_YklxtdMTcA/S220/IMG_4287.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-w5XO8XfsO5E/TfKQLG59xsI/AAAAAAAABEQ/jQt7U32W4vo/s72-c/IMG_0450.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24932852.post-4209814954421104099</id><published>2011-06-11T16:25:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-11T16:25:00.178-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ordinary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2011'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cydney'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><title type='text'>simply relaxing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Who would have ever imagined that a pillow and laundry basket in the middle of the kitchen would keep this two year old entertained for such a long period of time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-F03xzYwnPJ8/TfKMHGIrv8I/AAAAAAAABEI/LMlkx4agagk/s1600/IMG_0556.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-F03xzYwnPJ8/TfKMHGIrv8I/AAAAAAAABEI/LMlkx4agagk/IMG_0556.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Maybe she just needed a break from the busy week and this was the closest place she could find.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-P-B5KrAmiLY/TfKMQavXJYI/AAAAAAAABEM/19GaxEdpPrM/s1600/IMG_0560.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-P-B5KrAmiLY/TfKMQavXJYI/AAAAAAAABEM/19GaxEdpPrM/IMG_0560.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anyway you slice it...just simply relaxing. &amp;nbsp;Every girl needs a moment like this every once in a while.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24932852-4209814954421104099?l=my-3-blessings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-3-blessings.blogspot.com/feeds/4209814954421104099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24932852&amp;postID=4209814954421104099&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24932852/posts/default/4209814954421104099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24932852/posts/default/4209814954421104099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-3-blessings.blogspot.com/2011/06/simply-relaxing.html' title='simply relaxing'/><author><name>Amy Kirkland</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R9sHat90jdI/SfSwUmw00ZI/AAAAAAAAABI/_YklxtdMTcA/S220/IMG_4287.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-F03xzYwnPJ8/TfKMHGIrv8I/AAAAAAAABEI/LMlkx4agagk/s72-c/IMG_0556.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24932852.post-4409072868000850250</id><published>2011-06-10T19:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-10T19:05:00.545-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2011'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cydney'/><title type='text'>sweet face</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8YNuMa6oZIE/Te7JVnFhnYI/AAAAAAAABD4/Yd7e5nG_Edk/s1600/IMG_0566.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="291" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8YNuMa6oZIE/Te7JVnFhnYI/AAAAAAAABD4/Yd7e5nG_Edk/IMG_0566.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;oh, how i love this precious little girl. &amp;nbsp;what an amazing blessing she is to our entire family. &amp;nbsp;she completes us so well. &amp;nbsp;thank you lord for knowing just what we needed, when we needed it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24932852-4409072868000850250?l=my-3-blessings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-3-blessings.blogspot.com/feeds/4409072868000850250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24932852&amp;postID=4409072868000850250&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24932852/posts/default/4409072868000850250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24932852/posts/default/4409072868000850250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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term='summer'/><title type='text'>new kitten</title><content type='html'>&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;Meet &lt;s&gt;Cinderella&lt;/s&gt; &lt;s&gt;Snowflake&lt;/s&gt; Sophie (Cydney chose Cinderella, but was quickly overruled by her brother and sister. &amp;nbsp;So Snowflake it is.) &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Update&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;...her name changed again. &amp;nbsp;This morning it is Sophie!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zAHMUTPGA3Y/Te7eOYAQpeI/AAAAAAAABD8/xwWNWklVzIM/s1600/IMG_0635.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zAHMUTPGA3Y/Te7eOYAQpeI/AAAAAAAABD8/xwWNWklVzIM/IMG_0635.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The newest, tiniest, most scared member of the Kirkland Klan.&lt;br /&gt;Bless her heart, she was just thrown into &lt;s&gt;the lions den&lt;/s&gt; kids that can't keep their hands off of her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cydney is certain that wants to be anywhere BUT a nice quiet place where children can't reach her. &amp;nbsp;Preferably under the lamp table next to the couch. &amp;nbsp;The picture above is Snowflake in her quiet solitude before a child came along and snatched her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right into little hands that hold much too tight for her liking. &amp;nbsp;Voices that talk much louder than the home she came from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vLwMktk3Njg/Te7eWHYPFZI/AAAAAAAABEA/ntQx3mPtwps/s1600/IMG_0622.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vLwMktk3Njg/Te7eWHYPFZI/AAAAAAAABEA/ntQx3mPtwps/IMG_0622.JPG" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RuNyrVNJfj0/Te7e1HETmaI/AAAAAAAABEE/zp_UZycmYZA/s1600/IMG_0629.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="133" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RuNyrVNJfj0/Te7e1HETmaI/AAAAAAAABEE/zp_UZycmYZA/IMG_0629.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24932852-7379359389706674997?l=my-3-blessings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-3-blessings.blogspot.com/feeds/7379359389706674997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24932852&amp;postID=7379359389706674997&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24932852/posts/default/7379359389706674997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24932852/posts/default/7379359389706674997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-3-blessings.blogspot.com/2011/06/meet-cinderella-snowflake-cydney-chose.html' title='new kitten'/><author><name>Amy Kirkland</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R9sHat90jdI/SfSwUmw00ZI/AAAAAAAAABI/_YklxtdMTcA/S220/IMG_4287.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zAHMUTPGA3Y/Te7eOYAQpeI/AAAAAAAABD8/xwWNWklVzIM/s72-c/IMG_0635.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24932852.post-5254089544200278861</id><published>2011-06-07T19:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-07T19:05:11.463-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ordinary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2011'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cydney'/><title type='text'>better than brownies</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-th833uPGcvQ/Te68WMF4qCI/AAAAAAAABDw/cyN_HV6JxQ4/s1600/IMG_0506.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-th833uPGcvQ/Te68WMF4qCI/AAAAAAAABDw/cyN_HV6JxQ4/IMG_0506.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;batter that is. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;nothing that my family likes more&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;than to lick the spoon (or the bowl)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;yummy!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24932852-5254089544200278861?l=my-3-blessings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-3-blessings.blogspot.com/feeds/5254089544200278861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24932852&amp;postID=5254089544200278861&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24932852/posts/default/5254089544200278861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24932852/posts/default/5254089544200278861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-3-blessings.blogspot.com/2011/06/better-than-brownies.html' title='better than brownies'/><author><name>Amy Kirkland</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R9sHat90jdI/SfSwUmw00ZI/AAAAAAAAABI/_YklxtdMTcA/S220/IMG_4287.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-th833uPGcvQ/Te68WMF4qCI/AAAAAAAABDw/cyN_HV6JxQ4/s72-c/IMG_0506.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24932852.post-3105429879283121073</id><published>2011-06-04T15:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-04T15:30:50.965-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ordinary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2011'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amy'/><title type='text'>summer week 1</title><content type='html'>It's been a week. &amp;nbsp;Thankfully it has been summertime and work was one thing I didn't have to worry about this week. &amp;nbsp;To start our summer, we have had round 2 of Fifths Disease, 2 sessions of basketball camp, 2 rounds of the stomach bug, more than two trips back and forth to basketball camp, football camp, 2 rounds of company staying at our house (one of which I was a horrible hostess because I had the stomach bug) and a birthday party. &amp;nbsp;Whew!!! &amp;nbsp;That is definitely a week full. &amp;nbsp;Thank goodness it is vacation time because I am not sure I could have handled one more thing this week. &amp;nbsp;We should all be healthy now, camps are almost over, so....LET THE SUMMER BEGIN!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24932852-3105429879283121073?l=my-3-blessings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-3-blessings.blogspot.com/feeds/3105429879283121073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24932852&amp;postID=3105429879283121073&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24932852/posts/default/3105429879283121073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24932852/posts/default/3105429879283121073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-3-blessings.blogspot.com/2011/06/summer-week-1.html' title='summer week 1'/><author><name>Amy Kirkland</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R9sHat90jdI/SfSwUmw00ZI/AAAAAAAAABI/_YklxtdMTcA/S220/IMG_4287.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24932852.post-2441248433297483447</id><published>2011-05-29T23:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-29T23:47:32.803-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ordinary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2011'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my life is a circus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amy'/><title type='text'>summer top 10</title><content type='html'>It's here...&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;summertime&lt;/span&gt;. &amp;nbsp;I absolutely love summer. &amp;nbsp;Not because it means I don't have to get up and go to work, but because I don't have to go to work. &amp;nbsp;I know that makes absolutely no sense, but it just seems as if life slows down for a brief amount of time. &amp;nbsp;I love every moment of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. &amp;nbsp;I love that my yard is usually full of kids playing in the water or doing something fun. &amp;nbsp;This is one of the greatest things of living in a small town...the kids can go play pretty much anywhere on our side of town and I don't really worry about where they are, who they are with, or what they are doing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. I love spending afternoons at the pool. &amp;nbsp;It makes for a very tired momma and babes, but the time is so worth it. &amp;nbsp;For as long as I can remember, my two older babes were little fish. &amp;nbsp;They always loved being in the water. &amp;nbsp;And could play in for hours on end. &amp;nbsp;Cydney hasn't taken to water as quickly as the older two, but after today at the pool I have high hopes we will get there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. &amp;nbsp;I love feeling like I have accomplished something during a day. &amp;nbsp;My house is usually not always clean, but the kids and I do get chores accomplished and it feels good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. &amp;nbsp;Coffee in the old blue rocking chair. &amp;nbsp;I am sure I have posted before how I love having coffee in our blue recliner. &amp;nbsp;Robby and I bought it when we first married...16 years ago. &amp;nbsp;It has rocked all my babies and provided many a good nap for all members of the family. &amp;nbsp;I love climbing in it first thing of a morning and rocking while enjoying a cup of coffee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Sleeping In. &amp;nbsp;I am a huge fan of sleeping in (and then moving to the rocking chair). &amp;nbsp;Thankfully my kids are sleepers too and we do enjoy late mornings through the summer. &amp;nbsp;Sleeping in actually makes me feel really lazy!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. House cleaning and organizing. &amp;nbsp;No, I don't love the actual process of cleaning my house, but the end product when it all looks nice, neat, and freshly organized is such a wonderful feeling. &amp;nbsp;It makes me feel like I have really accomplished something!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &amp;nbsp;Cookouts &amp;amp; hanging out on our patio. &amp;nbsp;I &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;, love, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; sitting on our back porch of an evening and watching the kids play in the yard. &amp;nbsp;We have a huge yard that is great for water games, football games, or just about whatever games the kids want to play. &amp;nbsp;The evenings have been so windy lately (and don't look promising in the next week), but I still love back porch time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &amp;nbsp;Staying up late. &amp;nbsp;My true ME is a night owl. &amp;nbsp;If I could choose, I would stay up late and sleep in, but that rarely happens because of work. &amp;nbsp;In the summer, I do enjoy staying up late of an evening. &amp;nbsp;It is one of the few quiet moments in my day. &amp;nbsp;Robby and the kids are sleeping while I get a few things accomplished...catch up here on my blog, read a book, watch Grey's Anatomy from &lt;i&gt;many&lt;/i&gt; weeks past, or just whatever I choose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Vacation time...As much as I love being home (because we really aren't home all that much during the school year), I do love traveling and going on vacations with my family. &amp;nbsp;It's always a fun time for our family to spend time together. &amp;nbsp;This summer we will be traveling to Disney World in Orlando, then on to Marco Island for Florida Cattleman's Convention. &amp;nbsp;Calleigh, Cydney and I will go straight to Hampton, VA for the AAU National Tourney while the boys fly home. &amp;nbsp;They we will all meet back at a family reunion. &amp;nbsp;All in all...the us girls will spend 18 nights away from home IN A ROW!!! &amp;nbsp;I have never been gone this long in my life. It scares me a little!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The number one thing I love about summer is just being able to hang out with my &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;kids&lt;/span&gt;. &amp;nbsp;Things are more relaxed and we can just chill and have fun!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope your summer is &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;amazing&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!!! &amp;nbsp;Be blessed..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24932852-2441248433297483447?l=my-3-blessings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-3-blessings.blogspot.com/feeds/2441248433297483447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24932852&amp;postID=2441248433297483447&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24932852/posts/default/2441248433297483447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24932852/posts/default/2441248433297483447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-3-blessings.blogspot.com/2011/05/summer-top-10.html' title='summer top 10'/><author><name>Amy Kirkland</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R9sHat90jdI/SfSwUmw00ZI/AAAAAAAAABI/_YklxtdMTcA/S220/IMG_4287.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24932852.post-354793680017305069</id><published>2011-05-19T09:33:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-21T11:19:24.316-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Calleigh'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='motherhood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2011'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parenting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>growing up</title><content type='html'>There is probably nothing in life that creates such mixed emotions as my children growing up. &amp;nbsp;I love each new stage they enter. &amp;nbsp;I love how the mother-child relationship changes through each new stage of childhood. &amp;nbsp;I love that my children take on a new level of independence and responsibility. &amp;nbsp;I love most that their hearts begin to mature and in tender moments their sweetness comes pouring through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of these such moments happened last night. &amp;nbsp;The son of one of our of dear family friends fell last night on his rip stick and broke his arm terribly. &amp;nbsp;When Calleigh came home from practicing basketball at the gym, she sent a text to all of friends that made my mother heart smile and tears come to my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; "Please pray for Tate. &amp;nbsp;He was doing something and broke his arm. Will possible have surgrey. &amp;nbsp;We are pray for fast recovery and healing. &amp;nbsp;Please pray!!"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through the misspelling and missing words, the meaning came through loud and clear. &amp;nbsp;It touched my heart that she would call her friends to pray for their friend. &amp;nbsp;She is growing up and maturing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the last months she has been asking if she could start shaving her legs. &amp;nbsp;In my mind, I had a clear cut time frame for these things to happen. &amp;nbsp;Fifth grade wasn't really what I had planned. &amp;nbsp;But, I also hadn't planned on her being so mature and grown up in fifth grade either. &amp;nbsp;I tried to blow if off and put her off at first. &amp;nbsp;That only lasted a little while. &amp;nbsp;She was persistent. &amp;nbsp;Hairy legs "embarrass" her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave in. &amp;nbsp;As I sat on the bathtub this week showing her how to shave her legs, I had a smile on my face, but an ache in my heart as I realized another sign of her growing up. &amp;nbsp;As much as I love the young lady that she is becoming...I HATE IT!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was doing some cleaning last night and came across a picture we took on our cruise just last summer. &amp;nbsp;I couldn't believe how much she has changed in a few short months. &amp;nbsp;She is losing her little girl looks and changing into a beautiful young lady...inside and out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Treasure the moments with your babes...they will be gone much to soon!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be blessed,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24932852-354793680017305069?l=my-3-blessings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-3-blessings.blogspot.com/feeds/354793680017305069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24932852&amp;postID=354793680017305069&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24932852/posts/default/354793680017305069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24932852/posts/default/354793680017305069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-3-blessings.blogspot.com/2011/05/growing-up.html' title='growing up'/><author><name>Amy Kirkland</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R9sHat90jdI/SfSwUmw00ZI/AAAAAAAAABI/_YklxtdMTcA/S220/IMG_4287.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24932852.post-1933503748262959170</id><published>2011-05-06T10:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-06T10:47:44.679-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Robby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2011'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='running'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amy'/><title type='text'>we did it</title><content type='html'>It's almost been a week, but we survived our first half marathon. &amp;nbsp;Yes, my thighs were screaming at me Monday morning and I have been totally exhausted this week, but the experience was so incredibly worth it. &amp;nbsp;I can hardly wait to do it again!!! &amp;nbsp;(Yes, I did say before we ran that I would probably never do this again because the training was so time intensive. I was wrong!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We woke up Sunday morning to cold temperatures and drizzling rain. &amp;nbsp;My "I don't want to run in this" attitude kicked in immediately. &amp;nbsp;I couldn't imagine being wet and cold for 13.1 miles. &amp;nbsp;Anyone that knows me knows that I am cold all the time and I hate it!!! &amp;nbsp;I won't lie...I was praying for some lightening so they would call this race off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, they didn't!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sat in the car for awhile having a pity party before finally deciding we would walk to the starting line and see what the plan was. &amp;nbsp;As we approached the coral for the runners, the announcer gave the signal for the wheelchair marathoners to start. &amp;nbsp;I suddenly realized that if they could do this marathon in a wheelchair, surely I could do half in the rain!!! &amp;nbsp;Into the coral we go heading for the start line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really was pretty excited by this time. &amp;nbsp;Part of me couldn't believe we were really doing this, but we had worked so hard to get here, I wanted to see how we finished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not more than a mile into the race, the OKC firemen, dressed in their full fire gear, were running. &amp;nbsp;And then a young lady ran past us with a picture of her mom and dad attached to the back of her shirt. &amp;nbsp;Oh my, this is when it really hit me what this race was all about. &amp;nbsp;Yes, I knew we were running to remember the OKC bombing, but I just didn't get the impact of it all until I saw all of these reminders. &amp;nbsp;They truly were running to remember the ones they loved and lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rain was relentless, but we ran on, wet clothes and soaked shoes. &amp;nbsp;I can honestly say that God spared us from being cold and miserable for the 13 miles. &amp;nbsp;Thank you Lord!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robby and I crossed the finish line in 2:50:23. &amp;nbsp;No, we didn't break any half-marathon records, but we did it. &amp;nbsp;We set out to run this race together, and that is exactly what we did. &amp;nbsp;We started training hand in hand, and that is exactly how we crossed the finish line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What an experience. &amp;nbsp;Definitely one I will choose to do again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be blessed,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24932852-1933503748262959170?l=my-3-blessings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-3-blessings.blogspot.com/feeds/1933503748262959170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24932852&amp;postID=1933503748262959170&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24932852/posts/default/1933503748262959170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24932852/posts/default/1933503748262959170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-3-blessings.blogspot.com/2011/05/we-did-it.html' title='we did it'/><author><name>Amy Kirkland</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R9sHat90jdI/SfSwUmw00ZI/AAAAAAAAABI/_YklxtdMTcA/S220/IMG_4287.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24932852.post-4823855082647351243</id><published>2011-04-24T20:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-24T20:06:45.231-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Robby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2011'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amy'/><title type='text'>this is it</title><content type='html'>I am not sure if I am dreading this week, or looking forward to this week. &amp;nbsp;This is the week we run the Oklahoma City Memorial (Half) Marathon. &amp;nbsp;In a crazy sort of weird way, I am excited about running the half-marathon. &amp;nbsp;I (We) set out to accomplish a goal of running a half-marathon and get in shape. &amp;nbsp;That part, we have accomplished!!! &amp;nbsp;We both definitely feel better, we have lost a few inches, and maybe even a pound or two. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, my competitive self would like to finish the race in a respectable fashion. &amp;nbsp;Preferably not the last one!!! &amp;nbsp;I know I won't be the first, but hopefully somewhere in between. &amp;nbsp;I would like to finish in about 2:30 hours. &amp;nbsp;Not sure if that is a reasonable expectation for our first race. &amp;nbsp;We are going to give it our best shot, and cross that finish line &lt;s&gt;with pride&lt;/s&gt; alive!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ready or not, here we come!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24932852-4823855082647351243?l=my-3-blessings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-3-blessings.blogspot.com/feeds/4823855082647351243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24932852&amp;postID=4823855082647351243&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24932852/posts/default/4823855082647351243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24932852/posts/default/4823855082647351243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-3-blessings.blogspot.com/2011/04/this-is-it.html' title='this is it'/><author><name>Amy Kirkland</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R9sHat90jdI/SfSwUmw00ZI/AAAAAAAAABI/_YklxtdMTcA/S220/IMG_4287.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24932852.post-5861734899298539690</id><published>2011-04-20T08:57:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-20T08:57:32.863-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sonoma - day 2</title><content type='html'>The clouds moved out and the sunshine provided a nice warmth to my chilled body. I am very grateful to see sunshine today. Even with the sun, the temperatures are still cool. Almost in between long sleeves and a coat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we drove through the countryside to today's wineries, I couldn't help by notice the beauty in the vineyards. Each vine in a precise location. Evenly spaced from the its neighboring vine. Such care is taken in every planting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/04/20/844.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/04/20/s_844.jpg' border='0' width='400' height='400' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Due to the rainy season coming to an end, the flowers are gorgeous. Everywhere I look there are a multitude of flowers...even the sides of roads are filled with colorful wildflowers. Something we don't see in Texas. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/04/20/845.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/04/20/s_845.jpg' border='0' width='400' height='400' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/04/20/846.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/04/20/s_846.jpg' border='0' width='400' height='400' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/04/20/847.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/04/20/s_847.jpg' border='0' width='400' height='400' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we were able to visit a wine cave at one of the wineries. The caves are great storage facilities due to the underground climate controlled naturally. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/04/20/848.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/04/20/s_848.jpg' border='0' width='400' height='400' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/04/20/849.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/04/20/s_849.jpg' border='0' width='400' height='400' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/04/20/850.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/04/20/s_850.jpg' border='0' width='400' height='400' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was another fun day of wine tours. Probably our favorite day. &lt;br /&gt;Time to head back to real world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be blessed~amyk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24932852-5861734899298539690?l=my-3-blessings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-3-blessings.blogspot.com/feeds/5861734899298539690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24932852&amp;postID=5861734899298539690&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24932852/posts/default/5861734899298539690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24932852/posts/default/5861734899298539690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-3-blessings.blogspot.com/2011/04/sonoma-day-2.html' title='Sonoma - day 2'/><author><name>Amy Kirkland</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R9sHat90jdI/SfSwUmw00ZI/AAAAAAAAABI/_YklxtdMTcA/S220/IMG_4287.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24932852.post-2120057443469775340</id><published>2011-04-19T10:09:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-19T10:12:14.107-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Robby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2011'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amy'/><title type='text'>Somoma-day 1</title><content type='html'>As we travelled through Sonoma on this cool, rainy day, I was continually amazed at the beauty of our surroundings. Everything from beautiful flowers...EVERYWHERE...to the perfectly constructed grape vines in the vineyards. It is quit a change of scenery from the dry, dusty Texas Panhandle. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just wanted to share a few photos of our day in Sonoma. I will post more through the week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/04/18/3621.jpg"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/04/18/s_3621.jpg" style="margin: 5px;" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this view from our balcony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/04/18/3622.jpg"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/04/18/s_3622.jpg" style="margin: 5px;" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are lemon and lime trees everywhere we turn. It is so tempting to just pick one. Just because!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/04/18/3623.jpg"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/04/18/s_3623.jpg" style="margin: 5px;" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/04/18/3626.jpg"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/04/18/s_3626.jpg" style="margin: 5px;" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This old building was built in the late 1800's. During prohibition, it was used by the members of organized crime to make wine and smuggle out of the county. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/04/18/3627.jpg"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/04/18/s_3627.jpg" style="margin: 5px;" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These old, twisted vines are so intriguing. In the past week, they have just begun to bud. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/04/18/3628.jpg"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/04/18/s_3628.jpg" style="margin: 5px;" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/04/18/3629.jpg"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/04/18/s_3629.jpg" style="margin: 5px;" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be blessed~amyk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24932852-2120057443469775340?l=my-3-blessings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-3-blessings.blogspot.com/feeds/2120057443469775340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24932852&amp;postID=2120057443469775340&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24932852/posts/default/2120057443469775340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24932852/posts/default/2120057443469775340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-3-blessings.blogspot.com/2011/04/somoma-day-1.html' title='Somoma-day 1'/><author><name>Amy Kirkland</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R9sHat90jdI/SfSwUmw00ZI/AAAAAAAAABI/_YklxtdMTcA/S220/IMG_4287.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24932852.post-6100066895982025436</id><published>2011-04-18T11:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-18T11:26:26.036-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Robby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2011'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amy'/><title type='text'>already miss 'em</title><content type='html'>Robby and I had an amazing travel opportunity this week to go to Sonoma, California. &amp;nbsp;Three days of wine tasting, business friends, and lots fun...how could we say no. &amp;nbsp;We didn't!!! &amp;nbsp;Sunday morning, we hopped on a plane for wine country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we were driving to the airport, we realized how much harder it gets to leave the kids. &amp;nbsp;Whether it is their activities, chores, saying good-bye, or just simply missing them like crazy. &amp;nbsp;It just gets harder!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a day-to-day basis, we pretty much pour ourselves into kids. &amp;nbsp;There are times Robby and I will stop for a moment and realize that we haven't taken a moment to just sit with each other and just talk. So, for three days...we will talk, we will laugh, and we will just enjoy each other. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As hard as it is to leave, Robby and I need the time together. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7BHJtVMmDjY/Taxl4ilNgjI/AAAAAAAABDc/sXYDO-FTU9g/s1600/IMG_9594-1-1.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7BHJtVMmDjY/Taxl4ilNgjI/AAAAAAAABDc/sXYDO-FTU9g/s320/IMG_9594-1-1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, I already miss these three cuties, but for the moment I am looking forward to my time with Robby.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24932852-6100066895982025436?l=my-3-blessings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-3-blessings.blogspot.com/feeds/6100066895982025436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24932852&amp;postID=6100066895982025436&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24932852/posts/default/6100066895982025436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24932852/posts/default/6100066895982025436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-3-blessings.blogspot.com/2011/04/already-miss-em.html' title='already miss &apos;em'/><author><name>Amy Kirkland</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R9sHat90jdI/SfSwUmw00ZI/AAAAAAAAABI/_YklxtdMTcA/S220/IMG_4287.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7BHJtVMmDjY/Taxl4ilNgjI/AAAAAAAABDc/sXYDO-FTU9g/s72-c/IMG_9594-1-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24932852.post-2674510127201061767</id><published>2011-04-14T19:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-14T19:18:00.780-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ordinary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2011'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photo editing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cydney'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>looking for beetles</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;On most days she is my girly girl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9GIwvjINKKg/TaD3jmS-VII/AAAAAAAABC0/m5f8F0nXslk/s1600/IMG_9687.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9GIwvjINKKg/TaD3jmS-VII/AAAAAAAABC0/m5f8F0nXslk/IMG_9687.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;But even in her dress, flip-flops, bow and...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SjCzqbqOb94/TaD3lh7Rv9I/AAAAAAAABC4/U-Ura1HleQw/s1600/IMG_9690.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SjCzqbqOb94/TaD3lh7Rv9I/AAAAAAAABC4/U-Ura1HleQw/IMG_9690.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;a sucker. &amp;nbsp;She looks for beetles!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24932852-2674510127201061767?l=my-3-blessings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-3-blessings.blogspot.com/feeds/2674510127201061767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24932852&amp;postID=2674510127201061767&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24932852/posts/default/2674510127201061767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24932852/posts/default/2674510127201061767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-3-blessings.blogspot.com/2011/04/looking-for-beetles.html' title='looking for beetles'/><author><name>Amy Kirkland</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R9sHat90jdI/SfSwUmw00ZI/AAAAAAAAABI/_YklxtdMTcA/S220/IMG_4287.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9GIwvjINKKg/TaD3jmS-VII/AAAAAAAABC0/m5f8F0nXslk/s72-c/IMG_9687.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24932852.post-5978094233085806769</id><published>2011-04-13T18:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-13T18:20:00.272-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ordinary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2011'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my life is a circus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amy'/><title type='text'>a little reminder</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tIAjPI8mZfg/TaN-qaLaTgI/AAAAAAAABDY/ly0AL50a1oM/s1600/IMG_9738.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tIAjPI8mZfg/TaN-qaLaTgI/AAAAAAAABDY/ly0AL50a1oM/IMG_9738.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Just laying around as a subtle reminder of the jobs that didn't get finished during Spring Break. &amp;nbsp;Reminding me, I &lt;s&gt;should&lt;/s&gt; must go through their drawers. &amp;nbsp;I keep telling myself I am not buying a thing for summer until we have gone through and cleaned out old clothes. &amp;nbsp;But, I don't want to!! &amp;nbsp;My kids hate it!! &amp;nbsp;It would be such a relief to get this reminder off my kitchen counter. &amp;nbsp;Oh no, then I will never get it done. &amp;nbsp;On the counter-top it must stay until the job is done.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24932852-5978094233085806769?l=my-3-blessings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-3-blessings.blogspot.com/feeds/5978094233085806769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24932852&amp;postID=5978094233085806769&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24932852/posts/default/5978094233085806769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24932852/posts/default/5978094233085806769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-3-blessings.blogspot.com/2011/04/little-reminder.html' title='a little reminder'/><author><name>Amy Kirkland</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R9sHat90jdI/SfSwUmw00ZI/AAAAAAAAABI/_YklxtdMTcA/S220/IMG_4287.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tIAjPI8mZfg/TaN-qaLaTgI/AAAAAAAABDY/ly0AL50a1oM/s72-c/IMG_9738.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24932852.post-1170711586408302250</id><published>2011-04-12T19:27:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-12T19:27:00.877-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='motherhood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2011'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photo editing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cydney'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>hills</title><content type='html'>As I look out my back door, in the pasture that lies behind the yard, there are 5 &lt;i&gt;very&lt;/i&gt; small hills. &amp;nbsp;Why we have these hills in our back pasture is really beyond me. &amp;nbsp;I have no idea who created them, or why one would create these 5 hills...so small, but evenly spaced. &amp;nbsp;It strikes me as rather odd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, for Cydney Claire, and the other munchkins of the neighborhood, they provide lots of good entertainment. &amp;nbsp;When the kids ride their go-cart, they love to ride it over each of the hills. &amp;nbsp;Often getting high centered and someone having to push the go-cart off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But with Cydney, it's not the go-cart that is most entertaining. &amp;nbsp;It is running the hills. &amp;nbsp;On many days, she will head to the pasture as we are feeding the calves or doing chores in the yard and run the hills. &amp;nbsp;Up, down, up, down, up, down. &amp;nbsp;Every now and then, the small hill that it is, poses a struggle and she must dig in to make it over. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5-EamiQ5P6k/TaD67Ij5nVI/AAAAAAAABC8/3BH1y2H1qwc/s1600/IMG_9711.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5-EamiQ5P6k/TaD67Ij5nVI/AAAAAAAABC8/3BH1y2H1qwc/IMG_9711.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-k54Yxj1-QTw/TaD68XLv3NI/AAAAAAAABDA/sp8nWm_OQGw/s1600/IMG_9709.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="222" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-k54Yxj1-QTw/TaD68XLv3NI/AAAAAAAABDA/sp8nWm_OQGw/IMG_9709.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vFgxh4yLHyA/TaD69Va7AJI/AAAAAAAABDE/yTwxOQgAucM/s1600/IMG_9707.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="198" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vFgxh4yLHyA/TaD69Va7AJI/AAAAAAAABDE/yTwxOQgAucM/IMG_9707.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-co6IWkOqUsI/TaD6-s8Z3HI/AAAAAAAABDI/SochNgbU2Zw/s1600/IMG_9724.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="251" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-co6IWkOqUsI/TaD6-s8Z3HI/AAAAAAAABDI/SochNgbU2Zw/IMG_9724.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Always careful to keep her sucker safe from any mishaps.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not really sure why this is so entertaining, but it sure makes me smile. &amp;nbsp;Hope you smile too!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24932852-1170711586408302250?l=my-3-blessings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-3-blessings.blogspot.com/feeds/1170711586408302250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24932852&amp;postID=1170711586408302250&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24932852/posts/default/1170711586408302250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24932852/posts/default/1170711586408302250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-3-blessings.blogspot.com/2011/04/hills.html' title='hills'/><author><name>Amy Kirkland</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R9sHat90jdI/SfSwUmw00ZI/AAAAAAAAABI/_YklxtdMTcA/S220/IMG_4287.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5-EamiQ5P6k/TaD67Ij5nVI/AAAAAAAABC8/3BH1y2H1qwc/s72-c/IMG_9711.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24932852.post-3166369437187419510</id><published>2011-04-11T18:15:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T18:15:07.387-05:00</updated><title type='text'>west texas wind</title><content type='html'>You may have heard stories of the wind in the Texas Panhandle. You may have even experienced the wind first hand. Probably you have not had the opportunity to experience wind like we had yesterday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The two older kids had basketball practice in town so we  ventured out in the horrific wind. As we drove by our farm, we found it blowing away....literally!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/04/11/3146.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/04/11/s_3146.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were having trouble knowing whether we were on the road or not. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/04/11/3148.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/04/11/s_3148.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was freaking out a bit because it sounded like it was sand blasting my suburban. I just knew we were going to run into or over something. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully, today is beautiful and we are reminded of beautiful days here in the Panhandle. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24932852-3166369437187419510?l=my-3-blessings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-3-blessings.blogspot.com/feeds/3166369437187419510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24932852&amp;postID=3166369437187419510&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24932852/posts/default/3166369437187419510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24932852/posts/default/3166369437187419510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-3-blessings.blogspot.com/2011/04/west-texas-wind.html' title='west texas wind'/><author><name>Amy Kirkland</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R9sHat90jdI/SfSwUmw00ZI/AAAAAAAAABI/_YklxtdMTcA/S220/IMG_4287.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24932852.post-7035618169102263489</id><published>2011-04-10T19:47:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-10T19:47:00.589-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2011'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my life is a circus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amy'/><title type='text'>oh geez!!</title><content type='html'>I got this email tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9-H9a56RKXk/TaEbB5z2SyI/AAAAAAAABDU/iVa-JHUcU1w/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-04-09+at+9.45.15+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="207" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9-H9a56RKXk/TaEbB5z2SyI/AAAAAAAABDU/iVa-JHUcU1w/Screen+shot+2011-04-09+at+9.45.15+PM.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It was a concrete reminder of our "bucket list" half-marathon that will be taking place in a few weeks, three in fact!! &amp;nbsp;As the runs get longer and the time gets shorter, I often find myself asking...&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; What was I thinking?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have never previously been a runner, not really in any shape for that matter. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; What was I thinking?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why not a 5K, or something shorter. &amp;nbsp;13.1 miles???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; What was I thinking?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have trained for 15 weeks now. &amp;nbsp;Pretty faithfully, in fact. &amp;nbsp;I am in much better shape. &amp;nbsp;I feel great...most of the time. &amp;nbsp;We are running with friends. But...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; What was I thinking?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh geez!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I remember, we have paid our money and worked really hard...there is no turning back now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;WE CAN DO THIS!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24932852-7035618169102263489?l=my-3-blessings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-3-blessings.blogspot.com/feeds/7035618169102263489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24932852&amp;postID=7035618169102263489&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24932852/posts/default/7035618169102263489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24932852/posts/default/7035618169102263489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-3-blessings.blogspot.com/2011/04/oh-geez.html' title='oh geez!!'/><author><name>Amy Kirkland</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R9sHat90jdI/SfSwUmw00ZI/AAAAAAAAABI/_YklxtdMTcA/S220/IMG_4287.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9-H9a56RKXk/TaEbB5z2SyI/AAAAAAAABDU/iVa-JHUcU1w/s72-c/Screen+shot+2011-04-09+at+9.45.15+PM.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24932852.post-4486773703664646403</id><published>2011-04-09T19:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-09T19:12:59.836-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Carson'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='motherhood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ordinary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2011'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photo editing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>just a walk</title><content type='html'>There are many days that I don't blog, for I feel I simply have nothing to blog about. &amp;nbsp;But, just a short walk through the yard with my camera and many things caught my eye to share. &amp;nbsp;It's amazing what lies just beyond my eyes that remind of life as it was just a short time ago and how it can change in such a quick time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beyond the swing set, beyond the trees, lying against the fence are Carson's old Tonka trucks. &amp;nbsp;Unused, but well loved. &amp;nbsp;Tossed aside because he is much older now. &amp;nbsp;He rides bikes, plays football and basketball, build forts, and many other things. &amp;nbsp;But digging with Tonka trucks is not on his list of activities anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MvXJP9J0EBk/TaD1pLW05cI/AAAAAAAABCo/3YJl0nk4ZRI/s1600/IMG_9715.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MvXJP9J0EBk/TaD1pLW05cI/AAAAAAAABCo/3YJl0nk4ZRI/IMG_9715.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-n0slU2pWH3w/TaD1ttvBTpI/AAAAAAAABCs/0uDt6HmfmTg/s1600/IMG_9716.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-n0slU2pWH3w/TaD1ttvBTpI/AAAAAAAABCs/0uDt6HmfmTg/IMG_9716.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W0HwYbh1N-A/TaD1wXZBEDI/AAAAAAAABCw/KxJmFU4pQHA/s1600/IMG_9717.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W0HwYbh1N-A/TaD1wXZBEDI/AAAAAAAABCw/KxJmFU4pQHA/IMG_9717.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It really wasn't all that many years ago that he was a cotton top little boy that spent hours digging in his sandbox with his trucks. &amp;nbsp;But things change. &amp;nbsp;Time flies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was just a walk through the yard, yet it brought so many memories of where we've been and how far we have come.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24932852-4486773703664646403?l=my-3-blessings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-3-blessings.blogspot.com/feeds/4486773703664646403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24932852&amp;postID=4486773703664646403&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24932852/posts/default/4486773703664646403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24932852/posts/default/4486773703664646403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-3-blessings.blogspot.com/2011/04/just-walk.html' title='just a walk'/><author><name>Amy Kirkland</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R9sHat90jdI/SfSwUmw00ZI/AAAAAAAAABI/_YklxtdMTcA/S220/IMG_4287.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MvXJP9J0EBk/TaD1pLW05cI/AAAAAAAABCo/3YJl0nk4ZRI/s72-c/IMG_9715.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24932852.post-7240113202280295678</id><published>2011-04-08T23:58:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-09T19:24:46.115-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='country life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ordinary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2011'/><title type='text'>almost</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Spring has begun creeping into the Texas Panhandle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;The days are becoming warmer. &amp;nbsp;The wind seems to blow endlessly. &amp;nbsp;Tiny blooms are beginning to show their heads on our trees.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--reicxFOibE/TZ_kMwRrx8I/AAAAAAAABCk/ZO-OhUZeK7U/s1600/IMG_9671.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--reicxFOibE/TZ_kMwRrx8I/AAAAAAAABCk/ZO-OhUZeK7U/IMG_9671.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dTzwzz7yIgs/TZ_j2P8F8oI/AAAAAAAABCU/EYZHbReAUbg/s1600/IMG_9674.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dTzwzz7yIgs/TZ_j2P8F8oI/AAAAAAAABCU/EYZHbReAUbg/IMG_9674.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-w4XS0yE22-0/TZ_j73gbOUI/AAAAAAAABCY/tz9NByB7IgU/s1600/IMG_9676.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-w4XS0yE22-0/TZ_j73gbOUI/AAAAAAAABCY/tz9NByB7IgU/IMG_9676.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;New blades of green grass are poking through last years dead grass. &amp;nbsp;It will soon be a soft cushion for many small feet throughout the summer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HV8HJL69M6A/TZ_kA-A7fxI/AAAAAAAABCc/J7PhusMxbsk/s1600/IMG_9682.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HV8HJL69M6A/TZ_kA-A7fxI/AAAAAAAABCc/J7PhusMxbsk/IMG_9682.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My old, ragged goat cart will soon be full of beautiful geraniums.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Vd8hjCQDWJI/TZ_kF8VGT1I/AAAAAAAABCg/XrFjFLxEB0o/s1600/IMG_9679.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Vd8hjCQDWJI/TZ_kF8VGT1I/AAAAAAAABCg/XrFjFLxEB0o/IMG_9679.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh, how I love the first signs of spring. &amp;nbsp;A sure sign that summer vacation is &lt;i&gt;almost&lt;/i&gt; here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24932852-7240113202280295678?l=my-3-blessings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-3-blessings.blogspot.com/feeds/7240113202280295678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24932852&amp;postID=7240113202280295678&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24932852/posts/default/7240113202280295678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24932852/posts/default/7240113202280295678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-3-blessings.blogspot.com/2011/04/almost.html' title='almost'/><author><name>Amy Kirkland</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R9sHat90jdI/SfSwUmw00ZI/AAAAAAAAABI/_YklxtdMTcA/S220/IMG_4287.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--reicxFOibE/TZ_kMwRrx8I/AAAAAAAABCk/ZO-OhUZeK7U/s72-c/IMG_9671.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24932852.post-5661901376696233855</id><published>2011-04-07T15:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-07T15:29:36.415-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mama Kat&apos;s writing workshop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ordinary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2011'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amy'/><title type='text'>if you really knew me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;If you really knew me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...you would know that I struggle with trying to be someone that I really am not. &amp;nbsp;I want my house to be clean all the time. &amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Realistically&lt;/i&gt;, we are a family of 5 that live in most every corner of our home. &amp;nbsp;I have to remind myself there will be a day when I wish there was a shoe in the middle of the living room floor, or breakfast left on the island. &amp;nbsp;I wish my closet were full of clothes that show perfect cuteness. &amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Realistically&lt;/i&gt;, I love wearing t-shirts and jeans, and I can't afford to dress the way I would desire, but am thankfully for my husband that keeps our budget on track (as best he can). &amp;nbsp;I hate it when he quotes Dave Ramsey "If you live like no one else, later you can live like no one else." Problem is, I am not a very good listener.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...you know my expectations for myself and others are extremely high and often unrealistic. &amp;nbsp;These &lt;i&gt;unrealistic&lt;/i&gt; expectations cause tension when things don't measure up quit like I expect them to. They cause me to become frustrated and angry. &amp;nbsp;I say things I have to apologize for later, or I just don't say them and pout!! &amp;nbsp;(Wonder where my kids get it from?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...you would know I have a passion for seeing my students be successful, but often get bogged down and stressed out with all the things that teaching involves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...you probably know that I think my husband is the greatest thing in all of the world. &amp;nbsp;He would not give up on me when we were dating even though I tried on numerous occasions to push him away. &amp;nbsp;He loves me unconditionally, and he tells me!!! &amp;nbsp;He is the best part of my day. &amp;nbsp;He can cure any heartache or stressful day. &amp;nbsp;He is AMAZING!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;If you really knew me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...you know I can't say NO!! &amp;nbsp;Sometimes I hate it because I do things half-heartedly and wonder why I signed up for this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...you know that one of my greatest fears in life is losing one of my children. &amp;nbsp;My kids make my world go 'round. &amp;nbsp;I hope they know it even in the moments I don't show it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...you realize that patience is not a virtue that I was blessed with. &amp;nbsp;I become cranky and irritable when life gets off my timetable and plans don't fall as I had planned they would.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...you might know that one of my greatest desires is to be so efficiently organized. &amp;nbsp;I would have all of our things in a clearly labeled box, stacked neatly in its perfect home. &amp;nbsp;There would be no question for my children or husband to know where it is or where it goes. &amp;nbsp;Then I think of the enormous cost of all of the boxes, and my plan falls apart quickly. &amp;nbsp;(If you saw the looks of my desk this very moment, you would not think there was an organized bone in my body.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;If you really knew me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...you would know that I am forever grateful for this life that I have. &amp;nbsp;I am incredibly thankful to be a chosen daughter of the King. &amp;nbsp;I wouldn't change a thing about this life (well, maybe 1 or 2 things!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be blessed!! &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.mamakatslosinit.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Mama’s Losin’ It" src="http://i913.photobucket.com/albums/ac331/mamakatslosinit/workshop-button-1.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mamakatslosinit.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24932852-5661901376696233855?l=my-3-blessings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-3-blessings.blogspot.com/feeds/5661901376696233855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24932852&amp;postID=5661901376696233855&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24932852/posts/default/5661901376696233855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24932852/posts/default/5661901376696233855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-3-blessings.blogspot.com/2011/04/if-you-really-knew-me.html' title='if you really knew me'/><author><name>Amy Kirkland</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R9sHat90jdI/SfSwUmw00ZI/AAAAAAAAABI/_YklxtdMTcA/S220/IMG_4287.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24932852.post-7963112094212408819</id><published>2011-04-05T21:00:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-07T15:52:45.180-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='country life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2011'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cydney'/><title type='text'>feedin' time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BB89uJaEzpc/TZqBDZhsMYI/AAAAAAAABCE/eKqn741IFhA/s1600/IMG_9641.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BB89uJaEzpc/TZqBDZhsMYI/AAAAAAAABCE/eKqn741IFhA/IMG_9641.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-u-sd4aAm0ag/TZqBG2GKLlI/AAAAAAAABCI/CMao6Oo0BmY/s1600/IMG_9645.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-u-sd4aAm0ag/TZqBG2GKLlI/AAAAAAAABCI/CMao6Oo0BmY/IMG_9645.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sI-muqmt_Xc/TZqBKnAIQgI/AAAAAAAABCQ/-mtBIp-HfLA/s1600/IMG_9650.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sI-muqmt_Xc/TZqBKnAIQgI/AAAAAAAABCQ/-mtBIp-HfLA/IMG_9650.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yOo3ZH6FXds/TZqBI0OgUnI/AAAAAAAABCM/mAR1abAg0PA/s1600/IMG_9649.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yOo3ZH6FXds/TZqBI0OgUnI/AAAAAAAABCM/mAR1abAg0PA/IMG_9649.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yOo3ZH6FXds/TZqBI0OgUnI/AAAAAAAABCM/mAR1abAg0PA/s1600/IMG_9649.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24932852-7963112094212408819?l=my-3-blessings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-3-blessings.blogspot.com/feeds/7963112094212408819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24932852&amp;postID=7963112094212408819&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24932852/posts/default/7963112094212408819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24932852/posts/default/7963112094212408819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-3-blessings.blogspot.com/2011/04/feedin-time.html' title='feedin&apos; time'/><author><name>Amy Kirkland</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R9sHat90jdI/SfSwUmw00ZI/AAAAAAAAABI/_YklxtdMTcA/S220/IMG_4287.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BB89uJaEzpc/TZqBDZhsMYI/AAAAAAAABCE/eKqn741IFhA/s72-c/IMG_9641.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24932852.post-3789800596356982519</id><published>2011-04-04T20:50:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-04T21:39:30.626-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='country life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Carson'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Calleigh'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2011'/><title type='text'>olivia &amp; libby</title><content type='html'>One of the many things I love about living "in the country" and having a cattle business is that our kids have the opportunity to raise their own bottle calves. &amp;nbsp;It is such an exciting time for the kids because they wait and watch for days for baby calves to be born at the feedyard. &amp;nbsp;When a baby calf is finally born, they get all giddy and can hardly wait to bring it home. &amp;nbsp; The baby calf usually comes to live with us within 48 hours of being born. &amp;nbsp;The are such babies. &amp;nbsp;Calleigh and Carson bottle feed them twice a day for many, many weeks until they are ready for solid feed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-s4vq918Rdjk/TZpz2n2rPyI/AAAAAAAABB4/FCXzjyE6Av8/s1600/IMG_9615.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-s4vq918Rdjk/TZpz2n2rPyI/AAAAAAAABB4/FCXzjyE6Av8/s320/IMG_9615.jpg" width="308" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;This is Libby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WFa_QP2nP_M/TZp0I27jIYI/AAAAAAAABB8/KAOt_gLieMw/s1600/IMG_9627.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WFa_QP2nP_M/TZp0I27jIYI/AAAAAAAABB8/KAOt_gLieMw/s320/IMG_9627.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;And this is Olivia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Libby and Oliva are our precious new bottle calves. &amp;nbsp;They are the cutest things. &amp;nbsp;Just as Calleigh and Carson were so giddy to get their new calves, Libby and Olivia get all giddy and jumpy when they see the kids coming to their pen to play or feed. &amp;nbsp;It makes me smile. &amp;nbsp;I love this life!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24932852-3789800596356982519?l=my-3-blessings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-3-blessings.blogspot.com/feeds/3789800596356982519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24932852&amp;postID=3789800596356982519&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24932852/posts/default/3789800596356982519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24932852/posts/default/3789800596356982519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-3-blessings.blogspot.com/2011/04/olivia-libby.html' title='olivia &amp; libby'/><author><name>Amy Kirkland</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R9sHat90jdI/SfSwUmw00ZI/AAAAAAAAABI/_YklxtdMTcA/S220/IMG_4287.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-s4vq918Rdjk/TZpz2n2rPyI/AAAAAAAABB4/FCXzjyE6Av8/s72-c/IMG_9615.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24932852.post-476172584646186466</id><published>2011-03-27T21:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-27T21:27:17.265-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cydney'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my life is a circus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amy'/><title type='text'>little faith</title><content type='html'>I have to admit I love that Cydney is a girly girl.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iAHbDBhxHx4/TY_kc3mN7pI/AAAAAAAABBw/Y9S255GpqUM/s1600/IMG_9360.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iAHbDBhxHx4/TY_kc3mN7pI/AAAAAAAABBw/Y9S255GpqUM/IMG_9360.jpg" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;On a regular basis, she loves wearing necklaces and bracelets, rings, flip flops, dresses and lots and lots of lip gloss. &amp;nbsp;I don't really remember Calleigh being too much of a girly girl, so I love it. &amp;nbsp;She looks so cute!!! &amp;nbsp;{I would think she is cute even if she wasn't this girly girl!}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Her girly girl cuteness came to screeching halt this past week. &amp;nbsp;I came home from Calleigh's basketball practice and found Cydney wearing my wedding ring. &amp;nbsp;She was playing "married" with one of her cousins while I was gone. &amp;nbsp;To be an official "married" couple I guess she thought she needed my wedding ring. &amp;nbsp;Luckily, I found saw it pretty quickly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;When I put my jewelry on Friday morning, my 15th anniversary band was missing. &amp;nbsp;I knew exactly where it had to have gone. &amp;nbsp;As I tore through my jewelry drawer, it was no where to be found. &amp;nbsp;She and her dad stayed home for several hours, but no luck. &amp;nbsp;We looked after school...practically tearing this house apart. &amp;nbsp;Still no luck!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;As I sat at my school desk Friday morning, I felt like we were looking for a needle in a haystack. &amp;nbsp;Cydney and Brock had been in every room in our house, in the back yard and even playing with the calves. &amp;nbsp;I prayed that the ring would appear as a boulder. &amp;nbsp;So obvious that we couldn't possibly overlook seeing it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;As we were looking throughout the day on Friday, my hopes for finding the ring became smaller and smaller. &amp;nbsp;{I hate to admit that I failed to trust God for finding my ring.}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Calleigh, Cydney and I went on to Lubbock for a basketball tourney. &amp;nbsp;The boys stayed home...still looking for the ring. &amp;nbsp;Robby wouldn't give up!!! &amp;nbsp;Carson called several hours later and said they found the ring. &amp;nbsp;He has been known to be a tricker, so I wasn't sure I could believe him. &amp;nbsp;Sure enough...Robby found the ring....laying on the carpet in front of the couch Robby and I both looked through the couch on different occasions. &amp;nbsp;We walked through the living room probably a hundred times. &amp;nbsp;{In front of the couch,&amp;nbsp;as if it were a boulder where we couldn't miss it.}&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Thank you Lord for your faithfulness and hearing my prayer. &amp;nbsp;Thank you for not forgetting about me when I seemed to lose my faith.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Be blessed!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24932852-476172584646186466?l=my-3-blessings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-3-blessings.blogspot.com/feeds/476172584646186466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24932852&amp;postID=476172584646186466&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24932852/posts/default/476172584646186466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24932852/posts/default/476172584646186466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-3-blessings.blogspot.com/2011/03/little-faith.html' title='little faith'/><author><name>Amy Kirkland</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R9sHat90jdI/SfSwUmw00ZI/AAAAAAAAABI/_YklxtdMTcA/S220/IMG_4287.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iAHbDBhxHx4/TY_kc3mN7pI/AAAAAAAABBw/Y9S255GpqUM/s72-c/IMG_9360.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24932852.post-18062445664846088</id><published>2011-03-21T22:25:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-25T14:24:49.579-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Carson'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Calleigh'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2011'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cydney'/><title type='text'>at the park</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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&lt;s&gt;box&lt;/s&gt; boxes. &amp;nbsp;Now only a few more closets, and it will be time to start back at the beginning and clean out again. &amp;nbsp;How do we accumulate so much JUNK???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. &amp;nbsp;Cleaned our house from top to bottom, corner to corner. &amp;nbsp;&lt;s&gt;Except for that cobweb we missed in the bathroom.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. &amp;nbsp;Stayed up late, slept in, napped, pajamas, coffee in the old blue rocker, snuggling, and bein' lazy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &amp;nbsp;A glass of wine with my girlfriends to catch up on life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &amp;nbsp;Friends, family, cookouts!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &amp;nbsp;Beautiful sunshine that allowed the kids to play, play, play. Carson is already beginning to get a sun tan face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &amp;nbsp;Date night with the hubs!! &amp;nbsp;We even went to eat sushi!!! &amp;nbsp;yummy!!! &amp;nbsp;I love that guy!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the #1 thing about spring break at our house was...WE WERE HOME!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Only 10 more Mondays 'til summer...YIPEEE!!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24932852-2555628392411066817?l=my-3-blessings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-3-blessings.blogspot.com/feeds/2555628392411066817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24932852&amp;postID=2555628392411066817&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24932852/posts/default/2555628392411066817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24932852/posts/default/2555628392411066817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-3-blessings.blogspot.com/2011/03/spring-break-top-10.html' title='spring break top 10'/><author><name>Amy Kirkland</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R9sHat90jdI/SfSwUmw00ZI/AAAAAAAAABI/_YklxtdMTcA/S220/IMG_4287.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24932852.post-6413674291245348767</id><published>2011-03-17T22:50:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-25T14:25:33.806-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ordinary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cydney'/><title type='text'>nap time</title><content type='html'>It's a good part of her day. &amp;nbsp;It's an important part of our day, very important. So important that it can determine the remainder of our day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-MDyHDA_WRW8/TYLVb20zsxI/AAAAAAAAA_8/c0u0kdDWyz8/s1600/IMG_9370-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-MDyHDA_WRW8/TYLVb20zsxI/AAAAAAAAA_8/c0u0kdDWyz8/s320/IMG_9370-1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the quiet moments. &amp;nbsp;I love holding her close as she sleeps...although I don't get to do that much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-DQDP3JptchY/TYLVnU_SnoI/AAAAAAAABAE/rC83FW2-Bjk/s1600/IMG_9379.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-DQDP3JptchY/TYLVnU_SnoI/AAAAAAAABAE/rC83FW2-Bjk/s320/IMG_9379.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the peacefulness of a sleeping child. &amp;nbsp;I love the smell of a newly awoken little girl. &amp;nbsp;There is something unbelievably beautiful about this face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-k8du0qdj3wY/TYLVqA-_NlI/AAAAAAAABAI/pLjulYrNJTs/s1600/IMG_9381.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-k8du0qdj3wY/TYLVqA-_NlI/AAAAAAAABAI/pLjulYrNJTs/s320/IMG_9381.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love that nap time is part of our ordinary day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24932852-6413674291245348767?l=my-3-blessings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-3-blessings.blogspot.com/feeds/6413674291245348767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24932852&amp;postID=6413674291245348767&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24932852/posts/default/6413674291245348767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24932852/posts/default/6413674291245348767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-3-blessings.blogspot.com/2011/03/nap-time.html' title='nap time'/><author><name>Amy Kirkland</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R9sHat90jdI/SfSwUmw00ZI/AAAAAAAAABI/_YklxtdMTcA/S220/IMG_4287.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-MDyHDA_WRW8/TYLVb20zsxI/AAAAAAAAA_8/c0u0kdDWyz8/s72-c/IMG_9370-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24932852.post-2645889782920237635</id><published>2011-03-14T22:20:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-25T14:25:53.524-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my life is a circus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amy'/><title type='text'>time change</title><content type='html'>I have never been a huge fan of time change, but I certainly like "falling back" rather than "springing forward." Some how we manage to adjust through the week. &amp;nbsp;However, this time change has wrecked havoc on our schedule. &amp;nbsp;We visited at friends house on Saturday night and crawled in bed much too late, especially with losing an hour. &amp;nbsp;We sleepily crawled out of bed Sunday morning for church, and we were super excited for&amp;nbsp;nap time after lunch. &amp;nbsp;We couldn't crawl in our napping spot quickly enough....except for the kids who gave the proverbial "I am not tired!" excuse. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two and half or three hour later, we all managed to pry our eyelids open and crawl out of bed. &amp;nbsp;Of course...the rest of the day was running behind. &amp;nbsp;Playtime went on for hours and hours before we finally managed to eat dinner at 9:30. &amp;nbsp;YES!! &amp;nbsp;That is crazy late!!!! &amp;nbsp;About 1:00 (in the morning), my eyelids were wide open. &amp;nbsp;I knew I was in trouble. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully the kids slept in this morning, but now the kids and I are on a completely different schedule than poor Robby who isn't able to have Spring Break. &amp;nbsp;This is one of the very reasons that Robby dislikes summer and school breaks are not Robby's favorite....we sleep in and stay up late. &amp;nbsp;He gets up early...very early and needs to go to bed early. &amp;nbsp;Except for when we don't!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to say that I am so thankful that "spring forward" fell during Spring Break. &amp;nbsp;I think it should happen this way EVERY YEAR!!! &amp;nbsp;This sure makes it so much easier to catch that hour back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24932852-2645889782920237635?l=my-3-blessings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-3-blessings.blogspot.com/feeds/2645889782920237635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24932852&amp;postID=2645889782920237635&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24932852/posts/default/2645889782920237635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24932852/posts/default/2645889782920237635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-3-blessings.blogspot.com/2011/03/time-change.html' title='time change'/><author><name>Amy Kirkland</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R9sHat90jdI/SfSwUmw00ZI/AAAAAAAAABI/_YklxtdMTcA/S220/IMG_4287.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24932852.post-7277822342991722478</id><published>2011-03-13T23:33:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-25T14:26:17.236-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parenting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging'/><title type='text'>ordinary days</title><content type='html'>For the past few months, I have been thinking how I needed to get back to blogging, but just simply didn't sit down long enough to do it, or I really didn't feel I had anything to say. &amp;nbsp;Mostly because nothing really exciting goes on in our day to day lives. &amp;nbsp;Nothing many others would surely care much about anyway. &amp;nbsp;But, this week I watched a YouTube video about ordinary days, and realized I should be so grateful for ordinary days of cereal for breakfast, uneventful school days, kids not wanting to do homework, chores, cooking dinner, baths, and finally tucking them all in bed before I fall into bed myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/olSyCLJU3O0" title="YouTube video player" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, as I woke this morning, I try to appreciate the gift of an ordinary day. &amp;nbsp;It may be wild, crazy, and try my patience from beginning to end. &amp;nbsp;But I love being the mom of this crazy crew!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, I will try to do better to share our ordinary days. &amp;nbsp;Blessings!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24932852-7277822342991722478?l=my-3-blessings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-3-blessings.blogspot.com/feeds/7277822342991722478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24932852&amp;postID=7277822342991722478&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24932852/posts/default/7277822342991722478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24932852/posts/default/7277822342991722478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-3-blessings.blogspot.com/2011/03/ordinary-days.html' title='ordinary days'/><author><name>Amy Kirkland</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R9sHat90jdI/SfSwUmw00ZI/AAAAAAAAABI/_YklxtdMTcA/S220/IMG_4287.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/olSyCLJU3O0/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24932852.post-4258189701828545816</id><published>2010-09-19T09:28:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-19T09:28:11.064-05:00</updated><title type='text'>hasn't missed a beat</title><content type='html'>This week (Tuesday) Cydney had to surgery on her thumb for a congenital disorder called Trigger Thumb. The tendon in her right thumb has become in a "cocked" position and wouldn't straighten. So off to the hospital we went to get it fixed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we arrived she didn't want the nurses to touch her or look at her, much less do the pre-op procedures necessary. She absolutely wasn't going to wear their beautiful hospital gown. Nothing a little "happy juice" couldn't fix!!  Oh how I wish I had a video camera on me...she was hilarious. It relaxed her so....she didn't have a care in the world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/09/19/1050.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/09/19/s_1050.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wonder where I could get me some of that "happy juice"?  I could really see some benefits after a long day of teaching. I wouldn't care if students didn't turn in homework, or not show up for tutorials, or my own children forgot to do their chores. Oh, the little things!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The happy juice did alleviate one of my greatest fears....the nurses having to peel her off of me screaming to take her to surgery. She didn't have a care in the world when the nurses came to take her to surgery. She was such a big GIRL!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/09/19/1051.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/09/19/s_1051.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like she had done this many times before.  Just another day of kissing us goodbye. AND knew all these strange people. We always say she has never met a stranger. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/09/19/1052.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/09/19/s_1052.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waking up wasn't quit as pleasant. Through some, what turned out to be minor, complications she has to intubated rather than just a heavy sedation as planned. She had lots of nasty chest congestion that was trying to cause problems. Due to this they had to do chest x-rays and breathing treatments upon waking from anesethia. This made for a very unhappy little girl....to put it mildly. After what seemed like an eternity of screaming and crying, she quieted and fell back asleep. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/09/19/1053.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/09/19/s_1053.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't long before she was running again...thankfully. I love that little girl that is happy and smiling running through my house. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/09/19/1054.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/09/19/s_1054.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/09/19/1055.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/09/19/s_1055.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Thursday morning she stayed with her Mimi. We usually don't allow our daughters to wear makeup this early, but with surgery and all....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/09/19/1056.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/09/19/s_1056.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We made some exceptions!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessings ~ amyk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- Post From My iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24932852-4258189701828545816?l=my-3-blessings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-3-blessings.blogspot.com/feeds/4258189701828545816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24932852&amp;postID=4258189701828545816&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24932852/posts/default/4258189701828545816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24932852/posts/default/4258189701828545816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-3-blessings.blogspot.com/2010/09/hasn-missed-beat.html' title='hasn&amp;#39;t missed a beat'/><author><name>Amy Kirkland</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R9sHat90jdI/SfSwUmw00ZI/AAAAAAAAABI/_YklxtdMTcA/S220/IMG_4287.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24932852.post-2916708677384364051</id><published>2010-09-12T09:17:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-25T14:26:42.487-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amy'/><title type='text'>just sitting here</title><content type='html'>Curled up in our comfy, old, blue recliner with coffee in hand....thinking. &amp;nbsp;My house is really quiet this morning. &amp;nbsp;The kids are all still asleep so it gives me a chance to sit and think. &amp;nbsp;Scary, right!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What am I thinking....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a precious cousin that is just about a month away from having a baby. &amp;nbsp;We are having a shower soon to lavish her with "Mommy Survival" gifts. &amp;nbsp;What will I include? &amp;nbsp;It hasn't been all that long ago that I was in her shoes and I still remember those first few weeks in survival mode. &amp;nbsp;What items were indispensable in those days?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I miss blogging. &amp;nbsp;Blogging has definitely been a sporadic thing for many months now. &amp;nbsp;Sometimes I just felt like I had nothing worthy to say. &amp;nbsp;But then again, my amazing family and blogging friends I have made have missed seeing my family growing for several months. &amp;nbsp;That was really the whole point of this blog anyway. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hear "Ready Mom" from the upstairs. &amp;nbsp;That is Cydney's call that she is ready to get up. &amp;nbsp;I guess that means my "thinking" is over for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24932852-2916708677384364051?l=my-3-blessings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-3-blessings.blogspot.com/feeds/2916708677384364051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24932852&amp;postID=2916708677384364051&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24932852/posts/default/2916708677384364051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24932852/posts/default/2916708677384364051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-3-blessings.blogspot.com/2010/09/just-sitting-here.html' title='just sitting here'/><author><name>Amy Kirkland</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R9sHat90jdI/SfSwUmw00ZI/AAAAAAAAABI/_YklxtdMTcA/S220/IMG_4287.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24932852.post-5633431214649741441</id><published>2010-07-22T02:58:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-25T14:27:31.390-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marriage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amy'/><title type='text'>for better or for worse</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font: 16.0px Papyrus; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 16.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;Fifteen years ago today, Robby and I took vows to love and honor one another for the rest of our lives.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R9sHat90jdI/TDjSwvehsdI/AAAAAAAAA-8/rMXw0Ry7nW0/s1600/IMG_7381.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R9sHat90jdI/TDjSwvehsdI/AAAAAAAAA-8/rMXw0Ry7nW0/IMG_7381.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 16.0px Papyrus; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 16.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 16.0px Papyrus; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 16.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;When I took those vows, I meant every word of them.&amp;nbsp; However, I don’t think I knew what those vows truly meant.&amp;nbsp; I didn’t know how hard it would be some days.&amp;nbsp; I can honestly say that I have not ever thought about &lt;i&gt;not&lt;/i&gt; being married to Robby, but at such a young age, I didn’t know how challenging marriage could be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 16.0px Papyrus; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 16.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;In the beginning I was a spoiled, independent girl.&amp;nbsp; Having to live each day with someone was a bit of challenge for me...for each of us actually.&amp;nbsp; It took us about 6 months to get the kinks worked out and truly begin to enjoy being married to one another.&amp;nbsp; Whew...those were a hard 6 months.&amp;nbsp; I am pretty sure that Robby would say the same thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 16.0px Papyrus; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 16.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;Thankfully, as the years passed we grew more and more in love and deeper in our relationship with the Lord.&amp;nbsp; When times got rough...which they did...we were able to take it to God.&amp;nbsp; As I look back over the years at the tough times we have had...they have only allowed us to fall deeper in love with one another.&amp;nbsp; For that, I am so incredibly thankful!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 16.0px Papyrus; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 16.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;Today, I don’t think I could be more in love with my precious husband.&amp;nbsp; I really can’t believe it has been 15 years.&amp;nbsp; It seems only the blink of an eye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 16.0px Papyrus; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 16.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Robby, I love you more today than ever.&amp;nbsp; I am forever grateful for the love that you give me and our three precious blessings.&amp;nbsp; Thank you for working so hard to provide for our family....above and beyond what we need.&amp;nbsp; Thank you for your patience to deal with me when I am not so much fun to deal with.&amp;nbsp; Thank you for taking your vows to heart when I know I wasn’t and probably still aren’t so easy to live with.&amp;nbsp; Thank you for always treating me as a queen.&amp;nbsp; Thank you being the christian leader of our home.&amp;nbsp; Thank you for praying for me and with me during the tough times in our life.&amp;nbsp; Thank you standing beside me as I have worked toward accomplishing the dreams of my life.&amp;nbsp; Thank you for walking with me hand in hand on this journey through life together.&amp;nbsp; There is no one I would rather journey through life with than YOU!!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R9sHat90jdI/TDjRgIXT3FI/AAAAAAAAA-U/Luyc0V7CrA0/s1600/DSCN0291.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R9sHat90jdI/TDjRgIXT3FI/AAAAAAAAA-U/Luyc0V7CrA0/DSCN0291.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 16.0px Papyrus; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 16.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I am so blessed to have 15 years with you.&amp;nbsp; As I look back over the 15 years at the accomplishments we have made together, I am so proud of us. &amp;nbsp;Most of all...our three babies!!! You are an amazing DAD!!! &amp;nbsp;There have been many a fun times that we’ve had together as well.&amp;nbsp; I wouldn’t trade a single one!!!&amp;nbsp; Looking forward to MANY more!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 16.0px Papyrus; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 16.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Today, I couldn't think of a better way to spend our anniversary than cruisin' with you. &amp;nbsp;Thanks for this awesome "15 year" cruise. &amp;nbsp;I know we making amazing memories!!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Papyrus; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Happy Anniversary, My Love!!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24932852-5633431214649741441?l=my-3-blessings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-3-blessings.blogspot.com/feeds/5633431214649741441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24932852&amp;postID=5633431214649741441&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24932852/posts/default/5633431214649741441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24932852/posts/default/5633431214649741441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-3-blessings.blogspot.com/2010/07/for-better-or-for-worse.html' title='for better or for worse'/><author><name>Amy Kirkland</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R9sHat90jdI/SfSwUmw00ZI/AAAAAAAAABI/_YklxtdMTcA/S220/IMG_4287.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R9sHat90jdI/TDjSwvehsdI/AAAAAAAAA-8/rMXw0Ry7nW0/s72-c/IMG_7381.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24932852.post-4939420357148525401</id><published>2010-07-14T05:06:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-25T14:29:09.577-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wordless wednesday'/><title type='text'>wordless wednesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R9sHat90jdI/TDK6ChUKdPI/AAAAAAAAA9c/p8SYoDoVKcs/s1600/DSCN0068.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R9sHat90jdI/TDK6ChUKdPI/AAAAAAAAA9c/p8SYoDoVKcs/DSCN0068.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24932852-4939420357148525401?l=my-3-blessings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-3-blessings.blogspot.com/feeds/4939420357148525401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24932852&amp;postID=4939420357148525401&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24932852/posts/default/4939420357148525401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24932852/posts/default/4939420357148525401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-3-blessings.blogspot.com/2010/07/wordless-wednesday_14.html' title='wordless wednesday'/><author><name>Amy Kirkland</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R9sHat90jdI/SfSwUmw00ZI/AAAAAAAAABI/_YklxtdMTcA/S220/IMG_4287.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R9sHat90jdI/TDK6ChUKdPI/AAAAAAAAA9c/p8SYoDoVKcs/s72-c/DSCN0068.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24932852.post-1429404155964759253</id><published>2010-07-11T07:40:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-25T14:29:55.448-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer vacation'/><title type='text'>a week from today</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;div style="font: 16.0px Papyrus; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Passports are in, paper work in complete, excursions booked and packing hasn't even begun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 16.0px Papyrus; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 25.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 16.0px Papyrus; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;A week from today we will boarding the Carnival Conquest sailing from Galveston. &amp;nbsp;We will visit the ports of Jamaica, Grand Cayman, and Cozumel. &amp;nbsp;We are so excited for a week of fun with our kids and dear friends. &amp;nbsp;For so many months this cruise has seemed so far away, but now...it is here. &amp;nbsp;I can't wait for a little hot summer sun and laying by the pool or on the beach.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 16.0px Papyrus; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 25.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 16.0px Papyrus; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Ms. Cydney won't be making the trip with us, which I hate. &amp;nbsp;But she really is just so young to enjoy it. &amp;nbsp;And too young for us to enjoy ourselves to the fullest. &amp;nbsp;So she will be staying here with Robby's parents. &amp;nbsp;Truth be told, she will have a blast at Mimi and Pop's and won't miss us a bit!!!! &amp;nbsp;However, that won't keep all of us from missing her tremendously!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 16.0px Papyrus; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 25.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 16.0px Papyrus; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-large;"&gt;As for now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 16.0px Papyrus; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;only dreaming of big boats,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R9sHat90jdI/TDjM1jMtqKI/AAAAAAAAA-M/_UNkAQXXDYo/s1600/images.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R9sHat90jdI/TDjM1jMtqKI/AAAAAAAAA-M/_UNkAQXXDYo/images.jpeg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 16.0px Papyrus; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;sandy beaches,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R9sHat90jdI/TDjMxDUad_I/AAAAAAAAA90/BbRCYjl8z1o/s1600/images-1.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R9sHat90jdI/TDjMxDUad_I/AAAAAAAAA90/BbRCYjl8z1o/images-1.jpeg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 16.0px Papyrus; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;swimming with the dolphins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R9sHat90jdI/TDjMyf3ScXI/AAAAAAAAA98/2OGiWhv5Wgg/s1600/images-2.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R9sHat90jdI/TDjMyf3ScXI/AAAAAAAAA98/2OGiWhv5Wgg/images-2.jpeg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 16.0px Papyrus; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;and the stingrays.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R9sHat90jdI/TDjMzxsfyOI/AAAAAAAAA-E/o7UKNXK56HQ/s1600/images-3.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R9sHat90jdI/TDjMzxsfyOI/AAAAAAAAA-E/o7UKNXK56HQ/images-3.jpeg" /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 16.0px Papyrus; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 25.0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: normal normal normal 16px/normal Papyrus; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; min-height: 25px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Next week, dreams become a reality!!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24932852-1429404155964759253?l=my-3-blessings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-3-blessings.blogspot.com/feeds/1429404155964759253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24932852&amp;postID=1429404155964759253&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24932852/posts/default/1429404155964759253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24932852/posts/default/1429404155964759253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-3-blessings.blogspot.com/2010/07/week-from-today.html' title='a week from today'/><author><name>Amy Kirkland</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R9sHat90jdI/SfSwUmw00ZI/AAAAAAAAABI/_YklxtdMTcA/S220/IMG_4287.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R9sHat90jdI/TDjM1jMtqKI/AAAAAAAAA-M/_UNkAQXXDYo/s72-c/images.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24932852.post-1920935288577459366</id><published>2010-07-10T14:00:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-25T14:30:30.282-05:00</updated><title type='text'>more potty training 101</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Papyrus;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;This morning I decided since we had nothing going on today and the two older kids were out and about, we would try potty training.&amp;nbsp; Ugh!!!&amp;nbsp; It didn’t take long before I rememebered why I hated potty training so much.&amp;nbsp; Before nap time we were on our fourth pair of panties and had yet to make it to the potty.&amp;nbsp; Now, I am questioning myself...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Papyrus;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Is she old enough for to really get this?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R9sHat90jdI/TDjCLuB07SI/AAAAAAAAA9s/Jc8D_xYPvI4/s1600/images-1.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R9sHat90jdI/TDjCLuB07SI/AAAAAAAAA9s/Jc8D_xYPvI4/images-1.jpeg" width="166" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 16.0px Papyrus; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 16.0px Papyrus; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;I know she is a smarty.&amp;nbsp; She has proven that over and over in lots of things she does.&amp;nbsp; It isn’t a matter of smarts or whether she CAN get it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 16.0px Papyrus; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 25.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 16.0px Papyrus; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 25.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;I also know that it can’t happen in 1 day!!&amp;nbsp; Oh, if only it could!!&amp;nbsp; Life would be grand at the Kirkland house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 16.0px Papyrus; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 25.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 16.0px Papyrus; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;She is so darn cute that when she wets her panties, I can’t help but smile at her, even give a little chuckle!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 16.0px Papyrus; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 25.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 16.0px Papyrus; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;On with the potty training we must go.&amp;nbsp; She is down for a nap now...in diapers.&amp;nbsp; A much needed break for this mommy!! Oh, how I (still) love diapers!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 16.0px Papyrus; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R9sHat90jdI/TDjCKFg-UZI/AAAAAAAAA9k/T5eddALxliQ/s1600/images.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="181" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R9sHat90jdI/TDjCKFg-UZI/AAAAAAAAA9k/T5eddALxliQ/images.jpeg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24932852-1920935288577459366?l=my-3-blessings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-3-blessings.blogspot.com/feeds/1920935288577459366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24932852&amp;postID=1920935288577459366&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24932852/posts/default/1920935288577459366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24932852/posts/default/1920935288577459366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-3-blessings.blogspot.com/2010/07/more-potty-training-101.html' title='more potty training 101'/><author><name>Amy Kirkland</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R9sHat90jdI/SfSwUmw00ZI/AAAAAAAAABI/_YklxtdMTcA/S220/IMG_4287.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R9sHat90jdI/TDjCLuB07SI/AAAAAAAAA9s/Jc8D_xYPvI4/s72-c/images-1.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24932852.post-3533303906310650419</id><published>2010-07-09T01:00:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-25T14:31:07.830-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Carson'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my life is a circus'/><title type='text'>golf camp</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font: 16.0px Papyrus; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;The week we left for Branson, Carson had golf camp in the city. &amp;nbsp;It made for a busy week, trying to pack for Branson and spending every morning in town for Carson's camp. &amp;nbsp;The city is a little to far for us to drive in and come back home, so find something to do we must!! &amp;nbsp;It really isn't that hard. &amp;nbsp;Shopping is the first thing that comes to mind...sshhhhh!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font: 14.0px Papyrus; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 21.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 14.0px Papyrus; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Carson had a great week at week. &amp;nbsp;I am amazed each year of what he learns while he at camp. &amp;nbsp;He truly loves to golf. &amp;nbsp;Speaking from a mom's perspective, I think he is quit good at it!! &amp;nbsp;On Friday of camp he played 9 holes on the par 3 golf course and shot a 41. &amp;nbsp;I am pretty sure that I couldn't go out and shoot anything less than or even close to a 41. &amp;nbsp;Way to go Carson!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R9sHat90jdI/TDKsf9CtM4I/AAAAAAAAA88/mHRFfC3GFf8/s1600/IMG_7565.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R9sHat90jdI/TDKsf9CtM4I/AAAAAAAAA88/mHRFfC3GFf8/IMG_7565.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 14.0px Papyrus; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 14.0px Papyrus; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;The fun he had, friends he saw, and the great golf he played was well worth the miles and the time. &amp;nbsp;Proud of you Bubba!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R9sHat90jdI/TDKsXgtnHMI/AAAAAAAAA80/hUOl5vzPmJs/s1600/IMG_7555.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R9sHat90jdI/TDKsXgtnHMI/AAAAAAAAA80/hUOl5vzPmJs/IMG_7555.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Papyrus;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24932852-3533303906310650419?l=my-3-blessings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-3-blessings.blogspot.com/feeds/3533303906310650419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24932852&amp;postID=3533303906310650419&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24932852/posts/default/3533303906310650419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24932852/posts/default/3533303906310650419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-3-blessings.blogspot.com/2010/07/golf-camp.html' title='golf camp'/><author><name>Amy Kirkland</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R9sHat90jdI/SfSwUmw00ZI/AAAAAAAAABI/_YklxtdMTcA/S220/IMG_4287.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R9sHat90jdI/TDKsf9CtM4I/AAAAAAAAA88/mHRFfC3GFf8/s72-c/IMG_7565.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24932852.post-6214298057264042240</id><published>2010-07-08T01:15:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-25T14:31:41.847-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cydney'/><title type='text'>oh, how she loves...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font: 14.0px Papyrus; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;...PUDDLES!!!&amp;nbsp; A few weeks ago Cydney and I were in town doing some running around while Carson was at golf camp.&amp;nbsp; That particular morning there had been enough of a shower during the night to leave puddles in the parking lots.&amp;nbsp; I never realized what a love Ms. Cydney has for puddles.&amp;nbsp; I should have known...when the sprinkler creates a puddle at the end of the driveway, that is the first place her little feet wander.&amp;nbsp; She loves to make a splash!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 14.0px Papyrus; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 21.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 14.0px Papyrus; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;This morning I could hardly get anything accomplished because she wanted to zig-zag through the parking lot to each puddle.&amp;nbsp; I would try to hurry her along, but she would put her finger in the air and tell me “One more time!”&amp;nbsp; Oh that girl...where does she get her words??? &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R9sHat90jdI/TDKvm2R_vHI/AAAAAAAAA9M/f8UHblqkR3Y/s1600/IMG_7573.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R9sHat90jdI/TDKvm2R_vHI/AAAAAAAAA9M/f8UHblqkR3Y/IMG_7573.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 14.0px Papyrus; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 14.0px Papyrus; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 21.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;As I was loading Carson’s golf clubs in the car, I took my eyes off of her for one second.&amp;nbsp; Guess where I found her...in a puddle!!!&amp;nbsp; Her newly washed shoes needed a bath AGAIN!!!&amp;nbsp; But what fun she had stomping in the puddles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24932852-6214298057264042240?l=my-3-blessings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-3-blessings.blogspot.com/feeds/6214298057264042240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24932852&amp;postID=6214298057264042240&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24932852/posts/default/6214298057264042240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24932852/posts/default/6214298057264042240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-3-blessings.blogspot.com/2010/07/oh-how-she-loves.html' title='oh, how she loves...'/><author><name>Amy Kirkland</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R9sHat90jdI/SfSwUmw00ZI/AAAAAAAAABI/_YklxtdMTcA/S220/IMG_4287.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R9sHat90jdI/TDKvm2R_vHI/AAAAAAAAA9M/f8UHblqkR3Y/s72-c/IMG_7573.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24932852.post-7992052074334988567</id><published>2010-07-07T05:01:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-25T14:32:15.032-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wordless wednesday'/><title type='text'>wordless wednesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R9sHat90jdI/TDK5AacY5EI/AAAAAAAAA9U/MUbaHACxtkc/s1600/DSCN0215.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R9sHat90jdI/TDK5AacY5EI/AAAAAAAAA9U/MUbaHACxtkc/DSCN0215.JPG" width="269" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24932852-7992052074334988567?l=my-3-blessings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-3-blessings.blogspot.com/feeds/7992052074334988567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24932852&amp;postID=7992052074334988567&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24932852/posts/default/7992052074334988567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24932852/posts/default/7992052074334988567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-3-blessings.blogspot.com/2010/07/wordless-wednesday.html' title='wordless wednesday'/><author><name>Amy Kirkland</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R9sHat90jdI/SfSwUmw00ZI/AAAAAAAAABI/_YklxtdMTcA/S220/IMG_4287.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R9sHat90jdI/TDK5AacY5EI/AAAAAAAAA9U/MUbaHACxtkc/s72-c/DSCN0215.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24932852.post-8388222602743501813</id><published>2010-07-06T13:34:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-25T14:33:07.802-05:00</updated><title type='text'>a sign from God</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font: normal normal normal 14px/normal Papyrus; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;The day we left for Branson&amp;nbsp; Carson was fixing a bowl of cereal (breakfast of champions!!), when I here him calling me from the kitchen.&amp;nbsp; My first thought was I have so many things to be doing, what could he possibly need.&amp;nbsp; As I ran into the kitchen, he showed me the porch outside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 14.0px Papyrus; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 21.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R9sHat90jdI/TDKkqENRXMI/AAAAAAAAA8s/Blc6RhY2TYQ/s1600/IMG_7540.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R9sHat90jdI/TDKkqENRXMI/AAAAAAAAA8s/Blc6RhY2TYQ/IMG_7540.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: normal normal normal 14px/normal Papyrus; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Through the night and early morning hours, we had some rain showers in the Panhandle.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;As the sidewalk began drying, it made a perfect heart.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;How cool is that???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: normal normal normal 14px/normal Papyrus; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; min-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: normal normal normal 14px/normal Papyrus; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Just a reminder from God of how incredibly much he loves us.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I don’t know why we need reminding, but for myself, I know it sure feels good to “see” how much he loves me!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: normal normal normal 14px/normal Papyrus; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; min-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: normal normal normal 14px/normal Papyrus; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Be blessed!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24932852-8388222602743501813?l=my-3-blessings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-3-blessings.blogspot.com/feeds/8388222602743501813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24932852&amp;postID=8388222602743501813&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24932852/posts/default/8388222602743501813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24932852/posts/default/8388222602743501813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-3-blessings.blogspot.com/2010/07/sign-from-god.html' title='a sign from God'/><author><name>Amy Kirkland</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R9sHat90jdI/SfSwUmw00ZI/AAAAAAAAABI/_YklxtdMTcA/S220/IMG_4287.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R9sHat90jdI/TDKkqENRXMI/AAAAAAAAA8s/Blc6RhY2TYQ/s72-c/IMG_7540.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24932852.post-6778457500261244889</id><published>2010-07-05T22:30:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-25T14:33:42.870-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='basketball'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bluedevils'/><title type='text'>more than basketball - branson post #2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R9sHat90jdI/TDKcXmjQY1I/AAAAAAAAA7U/430y4Tt6yik/s1600/IMG_7810.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R9sHat90jdI/TDKcXmjQY1I/AAAAAAAAA7U/430y4Tt6yik/IMG_7810.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;lots of hugs and kisses&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R9sHat90jdI/TDKcgkIT8lI/AAAAAAAAA7c/X8LeR9WpGtY/s1600/IMG_7828.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R9sHat90jdI/TDKcgkIT8lI/AAAAAAAAA7c/X8LeR9WpGtY/IMG_7828.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R9sHat90jdI/TDKcgkIT8lI/AAAAAAAAA7c/X8LeR9WpGtY/IMG_7828.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;swimming&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R9sHat90jdI/TDKcou_A1uI/AAAAAAAAA7k/UrSMKb_-tw8/s1600/IMG_7890.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R9sHat90jdI/TDKcou_A1uI/AAAAAAAAA7k/UrSMKb_-tw8/IMG_7890.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;swimming&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R9sHat90jdI/TDKcw5jJsRI/AAAAAAAAA7s/-FVe-1kk8UY/s1600/IMG_7833.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R9sHat90jdI/TDKcw5jJsRI/AAAAAAAAA7s/-FVe-1kk8UY/IMG_7833.JPG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;more swimming&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R9sHat90jdI/TDKc2tTkFLI/AAAAAAAAA70/GNHGopHIkww/s1600/IMG_7924.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R9sHat90jdI/TDKc2tTkFLI/AAAAAAAAA70/GNHGopHIkww/IMG_7924.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;sweet friends&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R9sHat90jdI/TDKc_vVbLbI/AAAAAAAAA78/hFVYUJW3cZo/s1600/DSCN0333.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R9sHat90jdI/TDKc_vVbLbI/AAAAAAAAA78/hFVYUJW3cZo/DSCN0333.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Noah's Ark, the musical&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R9sHat90jdI/TDKdnsTHGGI/AAAAAAAAA8c/OUjHfTOxoGY/s1600/IMG_7602.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R9sHat90jdI/TDKdnsTHGGI/AAAAAAAAA8c/OUjHfTOxoGY/IMG_7602.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;more sweet friends&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R9sHat90jdI/TDKhZPmEeFI/AAAAAAAAA8k/fhORP37lANM/s1600/DSCN0377.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R9sHat90jdI/TDKhZPmEeFI/AAAAAAAAA8k/fhORP37lANM/DSCN0377.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;lots of pictures&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;der-right-width: 0px !important; border-style: initial !important; border-top-width: 0px !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24932852-6778457500261244889?l=my-3-blessings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-3-blessings.blogspot.com/feeds/6778457500261244889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24932852&amp;postID=6778457500261244889&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24932852/posts/default/6778457500261244889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24932852/posts/default/6778457500261244889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-3-blessings.blogspot.com/2010/07/more-than-basketball-branson-post-2.html' title='more than basketball - branson post #2'/><author><name>Amy Kirkland</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R9sHat90jdI/SfSwUmw00ZI/AAAAAAAAABI/_YklxtdMTcA/S220/IMG_4287.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R9sHat90jdI/TDKcXmjQY1I/AAAAAAAAA7U/430y4Tt6yik/s72-c/IMG_7810.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24932852.post-7602428639215947775</id><published>2010-07-04T16:32:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-25T14:34:11.500-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='basketball'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Calleigh'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bluedevils'/><title type='text'>bluedevil basketball - branson post #1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font: 14.0px Papyrus; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Better grab your favorite drink and a comfy chair, this post could get lengthy!&amp;nbsp; Have tons to tell you....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 14.0px Papyrus; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 21.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 14.0px Papyrus; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I had every intention of keeping you informed of our week of basketball at the AAU National Tournament in Branson last week, but technology was not on my side.&amp;nbsp; I guess, due to the many hills and trees, phone service was a little shaky.&amp;nbsp; I couldn’t check my facebook or post to my blog from my phone. &amp;nbsp;Talk about drive me crazy....a week without Facebook is a good way to do it. &amp;nbsp;I felt out of touch with everyone except the our Bluedevil family. &amp;nbsp;But never fear, the hotel has wi-fi.&amp;nbsp; Ya, whatever!!&amp;nbsp; Very undependable wi-fi, if you could even call it that.&amp;nbsp; I could never get a blog post to post, much less any pictures to upload.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 14.0px Papyrus; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 21.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 14.0px Papyrus; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Sooo... your stuck with an incredibly lengthy post covering a weeks worth of basketball.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 14.0px Papyrus; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 21.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 14.0px Papyrus; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;The trip to Branson was relatively uneventful.&amp;nbsp; We split the trip in half to make it a bit easier on the kids.&amp;nbsp; I didn’t have Cydney (he flew with Robby’s mom), so I was able to spend some time with the two older ones.&amp;nbsp; We sang REALLY LOUD and even danced in the car. &amp;nbsp;I know what your thinking...I was being safe!!! &amp;nbsp;It was fun!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 14.0px Papyrus; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 14.0px Papyrus; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;The tournament began with an opening ceremony that is fashioned after the Olympics. &amp;nbsp;It was really cool and the girls loved it. &amp;nbsp;It is customary for each team to bring items from their hometown/home state to trade with the other girls at the tournament. &amp;nbsp;Last year &amp;nbsp;we tookTexas license plates and they were a huge hit, so we took them again this year along with Bluedevil pins. &amp;nbsp;Most teams bring pins with their team logo to put on their lanyard. &amp;nbsp;Each girl then wears her lanyard through the week and has a keepsake from the tournament.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R9sHat90jdI/TDD07GccOzI/AAAAAAAAA6c/_f3MQcMrvc4/s1600/IMG_7627.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R9sHat90jdI/TDD07GccOzI/AAAAAAAAA6c/_f3MQcMrvc4/IMG_7627.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R9sHat90jdI/TDD1EmR-kJI/AAAAAAAAA6k/uEaG8jjt0lY/s1600/IMG_7636.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R9sHat90jdI/TDD1EmR-kJI/AAAAAAAAA6k/uEaG8jjt0lY/IMG_7636.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 14.0px Papyrus; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 14.0px Papyrus; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 21.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 14.0px Papyrus; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Basketball didn’t start as we had hoped the first day.&amp;nbsp; Bluedevil girls were a little shell shocked from being at the National Tournament.&amp;nbsp; We lost the first game in pool play, but made a good comeback on day 2 and finished second in our pool.&amp;nbsp; This seeded/placed us for the championship bracket of the tournament.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 14.0px Papyrus; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R9sHat90jdI/TDD6ZbpVS6I/AAAAAAAAA6s/Ux-1YVPqvkk/s1600/IMG_7788.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R9sHat90jdI/TDD6ZbpVS6I/AAAAAAAAA6s/Ux-1YVPqvkk/IMG_7788.JPG" width="280" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Calleigh is #15&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R9sHat90jdI/TDD6eyA39RI/AAAAAAAAA60/tg_1VFhMqzc/s1600/IMG_7763.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="223" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R9sHat90jdI/TDD6eyA39RI/AAAAAAAAA60/tg_1VFhMqzc/IMG_7763.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 14.0px Papyrus; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 14.0px Papyrus; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 21.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 14.0px Papyrus; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Day 3 of the tournament began the championship bracket.&amp;nbsp; We got lucky and got a bye the first round.&amp;nbsp; This moved us to the Sweet Sixteen.&amp;nbsp; That afternoon, the girls won their game which moved them to the Elite Eight.&amp;nbsp; It was pretty exciting knowing that we had made it to the top eight teams of the tournament.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 14.0px Papyrus; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 21.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 14.0px Papyrus; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Day 4 was a heartbreaking day for Bluedevil basketball....for this mom, anyway. &amp;nbsp;We lost our game that morning by 5 to another Texas team which would eventually win the National Tournament. &amp;nbsp;Although we had lost, we held our opponents to the lowest scoring so far of the tournament.&amp;nbsp; No one they played had lost by less than 20 points. &amp;nbsp;The girls had nothing to hang their heads about, but losing is never easy. &amp;nbsp;We lost again that afternoon to an Indiana team by 2 points.&amp;nbsp; We just couldn’t get our game going again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 14.0px Papyrus; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 21.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 14.0px Papyrus; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Friday morning we played our last game against an Oklahoma team for 7th place.&amp;nbsp; We won the game!!&amp;nbsp; Although we hoped for a higher placing than 7th place, we are super proud of our Bluedevil girls.&amp;nbsp; They played hard all week, and never quit fighting until the last buzzer rang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 14.0px Papyrus; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R9sHat90jdI/TDD65ML7RyI/AAAAAAAAA68/_Tyu_oqajpE/s1600/IMG_8065.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R9sHat90jdI/TDD65ML7RyI/AAAAAAAAA68/_Tyu_oqajpE/IMG_8065.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R9sHat90jdI/TDD7P3EN7lI/AAAAAAAAA7M/lHyXzU-Nhlc/s1600/IMG_8105.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R9sHat90jdI/TDD7P3EN7lI/AAAAAAAAA7M/lHyXzU-Nhlc/IMG_8105.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 14.0px Papyrus; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 14.0px Papyrus; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 21.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 14.0px Papyrus; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Out of 27 teams that qualified for the AAU National Tournament, Bluedevils finished 7th.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 14.0px Papyrus; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 21.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 14.0px Papyrus; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Proud to be a Bluedevil mom!!&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24932852-7602428639215947775?l=my-3-blessings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-3-blessings.blogspot.com/feeds/7602428639215947775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24932852&amp;postID=7602428639215947775&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24932852/posts/default/7602428639215947775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24932852/posts/default/7602428639215947775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-3-blessings.blogspot.com/2010/07/bluedevil-basketball-branson-post-1.html' title='bluedevil basketball - branson post #1'/><author><name>Amy Kirkland</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R9sHat90jdI/SfSwUmw00ZI/AAAAAAAAABI/_YklxtdMTcA/S220/IMG_4287.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R9sHat90jdI/TDD07GccOzI/AAAAAAAAA6c/_f3MQcMrvc4/s72-c/IMG_7627.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24932852.post-8377050506049981779</id><published>2010-06-22T22:39:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-25T14:32:41.017-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='basketball'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my life is a circus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bluedevils'/><title type='text'>basketball, basketball, and more basketball</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;div style="font: 16.0px Papyrus; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;We have been super busy since summer began with, you guessed it....BASKETBALL!!! &amp;nbsp;We have done basketball camp, basketball practice, a basketball sleepover, and basketball tournaments. &amp;nbsp;It has been non-stop!! &amp;nbsp;It is something we have become accustomed to, and I have to admit...I do kinda enjoy it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 16.0px Papyrus; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 25.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 16.0px Papyrus; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;This past weekend, the Kirkland Krew went to Lubbock for a basketball tournament (and a wedding!) &amp;nbsp;The Bluedevils usually play in 5th grade leagues to give them good competition (all the Bluedevils are 4th graders!) &amp;nbsp;In the Lubbock tourney, the 5th grade league did not have enough participants so they bumped us up to the 6th/7th grade league. &amp;nbsp;I was not really all that thrilled about it. &amp;nbsp;I worry about someone getting hurt because those girls are so much bigger than our girls. &amp;nbsp;And they were...they made our little girls look just that....little girls. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 16.0px Papyrus; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 25.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 16.0px Papyrus; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;The first game was not so good for the Bluedevils. &amp;nbsp;They played their hearts out, but came up 3 points short when the buzzer sounded. &amp;nbsp;It again made me question why we were playing these big girls. &amp;nbsp;They are just a different league than we are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 16.0px Papyrus; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 25.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 16.0px Papyrus; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;However, the loss lit a spark in the Bluedevils and they came back fighting!!! &amp;nbsp;The girls played 4 games on Saturday to work their way back to the championship game on Sunday. &amp;nbsp;We also got a little sweet revenge on the team that beat us the night before. &amp;nbsp;We don't get mad, we get even!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 16.0px Papyrus; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 25.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 16.0px Papyrus; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;We didn't win the championship, but played hard 'til the buzzer rang. &amp;nbsp;Our girls may be little, but they are full of fight and lots of effort. &amp;nbsp;Hard work and effort definitely paid off for them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 16.0px Papyrus; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 25.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 16.0px Papyrus; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;On Friday, the Bluedevils head to Branson, MO for the AAU National Tourney. &amp;nbsp;We are so pumped. &amp;nbsp;I honestly have very high hopes for the outcome of the tourney. &amp;nbsp;I am excited for a week full of basketball!!! I will keep you all posted on the ins and outs of Bluedevil basketball.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 16.0px Papyrus; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 25.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 16.0px Papyrus; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;But, for now...it is off to laundry, packing, and golf camp for Carson. &amp;nbsp;It never ends...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24932852-8377050506049981779?l=my-3-blessings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-3-blessings.blogspot.com/feeds/8377050506049981779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24932852&amp;postID=8377050506049981779&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24932852/posts/default/8377050506049981779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24932852/posts/default/8377050506049981779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-3-blessings.blogspot.com/2010/06/basketball-basketball-and-more.html' title='basketball, basketball, and more basketball'/><author><name>Amy Kirkland</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R9sHat90jdI/SfSwUmw00ZI/AAAAAAAAABI/_YklxtdMTcA/S220/IMG_4287.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24932852.post-5445581073823425267</id><published>2010-06-17T11:28:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-25T14:34:46.722-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='high expectations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><title type='text'>thankful for the harvest</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Papyrus;"&gt;It’s harvest time in our neck of the woods.&amp;nbsp; As the harvest time grows near, we are always in high anticipation for our crops.&amp;nbsp; This year I find myself with a bit higher expectations due to the incredible moisture we had during the winter months.&amp;nbsp; As the spring rolls around and our expectations are high, we always fear what weather may come our way.&amp;nbsp; It is not unusual for spring and summer to bring heavy rains and hail....even tornadoes from time to time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Papyrus; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 18.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Papyrus; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;The Lord has shown his favor on us this year...we have had rain when we needed moisture, and held off dangerous storms that would ruin our crops.&amp;nbsp; For this...we are extremely grateful!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Papyrus; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 18.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Papyrus; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;This week we ventured out to the wheat fields for one last peek before the fields are harvested. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R9sHat90jdI/TBedhycxz7I/AAAAAAAAA5c/VdJGGxuHQ3A/s1600/IMG_7222.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R9sHat90jdI/TBedhycxz7I/AAAAAAAAA5c/VdJGGxuHQ3A/IMG_7222.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R9sHat90jdI/TBednygYLoI/AAAAAAAAA50/gdV878E0pcI/s1600/IMG_7382.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="255" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R9sHat90jdI/TBednygYLoI/AAAAAAAAA50/gdV878E0pcI/IMG_7382.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Papyrus; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 18.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Papyrus; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 18.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Thank you Lord for the harvest!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24932852-5445581073823425267?l=my-3-blessings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-3-blessings.blogspot.com/feeds/5445581073823425267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24932852&amp;postID=5445581073823425267&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24932852/posts/default/5445581073823425267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24932852/posts/default/5445581073823425267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-3-blessings.blogspot.com/2010/06/thankful-for-harvest.html' title='thankful for the harvest'/><author><name>Amy Kirkland</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R9sHat90jdI/SfSwUmw00ZI/AAAAAAAAABI/_YklxtdMTcA/S220/IMG_4287.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R9sHat90jdI/TBedhycxz7I/AAAAAAAAA5c/VdJGGxuHQ3A/s72-c/IMG_7222.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24932852.post-7724482161324867072</id><published>2010-06-17T00:15:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-25T14:35:16.441-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='motherhood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cydney'/><title type='text'>potty training 101</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font: 14.0px Papyrus; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Knowing full well that Cydney is probably too young (23 months) to be potty trained, we bought a potty seat anyway...and tried...well, kinda!! &amp;nbsp;If you call asking her if she wants to go sit on the potty and she screams "NO!!!" &amp;nbsp;I can’t honestly say that I have tried really hard.&amp;nbsp; We leave for Calleigh’s basketball tourney in Branson in a week, and I will honestly say that diapers will be much easier than finding a bathroom all day long.&amp;nbsp; Especially public restrooms...ggrrooooooooossssss!!!&amp;nbsp; So, we have just thrown that potty seat out there for a little taste of being a big girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 14.0px Papyrus; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 21.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 14.0px Papyrus; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;She told her daddy tonight that she wanted to go potty.&amp;nbsp; He put her up on the seat.&amp;nbsp; Walked away for, like, 2 seconds and...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R9sHat90jdI/TBmsT5xsU5I/AAAAAAAAA6M/JpHamEKlHIc/s1600/IMG_7526.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R9sHat90jdI/TBmsT5xsU5I/AAAAAAAAA6M/JpHamEKlHIc/IMG_7526.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R9sHat90jdI/TBmsA7tCclI/AAAAAAAAA58/i4k6NaL0LUU/IMG_7524.jpg" width="270" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R9sHat90jdI/TBmscyJcfRI/AAAAAAAAA6U/ybsH2PtLwRg/s1600/IMG_7527.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R9sHat90jdI/TBmscyJcfRI/AAAAAAAAA6U/ybsH2PtLwRg/IMG_7527.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 14.0px Papyrus; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 21.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 14.0px Papyrus; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 21.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;This pretty well explains our potty training experiences thus far. &amp;nbsp;She is obsessed with the toilet paper. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 14.0px Papyrus; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 21.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: normal normal normal 14px/normal Papyrus; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; min-height: 21px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;I love diapers!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24932852-7724482161324867072?l=my-3-blessings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-3-blessings.blogspot.com/feeds/7724482161324867072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24932852&amp;postID=7724482161324867072&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24932852/posts/default/7724482161324867072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24932852/posts/default/7724482161324867072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-3-blessings.blogspot.com/2010/06/potty-training-101.html' title='potty training 101'/><author><name>Amy Kirkland</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R9sHat90jdI/SfSwUmw00ZI/AAAAAAAAABI/_YklxtdMTcA/S220/IMG_4287.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R9sHat90jdI/TBmsT5xsU5I/AAAAAAAAA6M/JpHamEKlHIc/s72-c/IMG_7526.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24932852.post-7205221034652492866</id><published>2010-06-16T08:05:00.014-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-25T14:35:47.792-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Carson'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Calleigh'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='motherhood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>a mother's dream</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Papyrus;"&gt;As a mother, I have so many dreams for my children.&amp;nbsp; I think every mother has incredible dreams for each of her children.&amp;nbsp; It’s part of the job.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Papyrus; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 18.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Papyrus; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I dream for my children to have a college education, to have a great job that challenges them and doing something they love to do. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I dream for my children to each find a spouse they care the same type of marriage that Robby and I have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I dream for my children to have friends that encourage them, support them, and hold them accountable i life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I dream for children to share in the joys of parenthood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I dream for my children to live a life of prosperity and fullness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I dream for my children to have so much love that their cup runneth over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I dream for my children to happy, no matter where the road of life leads them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I dream this....and so much more for my babies (growing babies!)&amp;nbsp; One of this mom’s dreams came true a few weeks ago when I was able to sit on the front row close to the front and watch Calleigh and Carson be baptized!!!&amp;nbsp; It was an unforgettable moment that will forever be etched on my heart.&amp;nbsp; To know that my children will walk with Jesus...makes my own cup runneth over.&amp;nbsp; I was such a precious moment!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Papyrus; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 18.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R9sHat90jdI/TBeZ9euO5TI/AAAAAAAAA5M/aME_5qX5SAQ/s1600/IMG_7152.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R9sHat90jdI/TBeZ9euO5TI/AAAAAAAAA5M/aME_5qX5SAQ/IMG_7152.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Papyrus; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R9sHat90jdI/TBeaHvRP81I/AAAAAAAAA5U/hyTYuMUEOO8/s1600/IMG_7184.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R9sHat90jdI/TBeaHvRP81I/AAAAAAAAA5U/hyTYuMUEOO8/IMG_7184.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Papyrus; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Papyrus; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I dream for my children to have an intimate relationship with their Heavenly Father and know the love and joy of a relationship with Him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Be blessed!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24932852-7205221034652492866?l=my-3-blessings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-3-blessings.blogspot.com/feeds/7205221034652492866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24932852&amp;postID=7205221034652492866&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24932852/posts/default/7205221034652492866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24932852/posts/default/7205221034652492866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-3-blessings.blogspot.com/2010/06/mothers-dream.html' title='a mother&apos;s dream'/><author><name>Amy Kirkland</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R9sHat90jdI/SfSwUmw00ZI/AAAAAAAAABI/_YklxtdMTcA/S220/IMG_4287.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R9sHat90jdI/TBeZ9euO5TI/AAAAAAAAA5M/aME_5qX5SAQ/s72-c/IMG_7152.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24932852.post-3517825586368912426</id><published>2010-06-15T09:57:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-25T14:37:29.348-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my life is a circus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>whirlwind</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;div style="font: 13.0px Papyrus; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 20.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 13.0px Papyrus; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 20.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 19.0px Papyrus; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;Summer started off like a whirlwind for the Kirkland family. &amp;nbsp;The kids have been to basketball camp, football camp, and are playing softball. &amp;nbsp;We have had a Bluedevil garage sale, and a basketball tournament. &amp;nbsp;Robby and Carson are driving home from a father/son fishing trip as I write this post. &amp;nbsp;Of course, Little Miss Cydney just tags along where ever she needs to go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 19.0px Papyrus; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 29.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 19.0px Papyrus; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;I got a new laptop at the end of school and was determined to sit and down and get back into my blogging habits. &amp;nbsp;With all that was going on, I was too tired to blog, and I didn't feel like I had anything worthwhile to say. &amp;nbsp;I also wanted to share pictures with you, but didn't have it all ready for that. &amp;nbsp;I promise to get back into my blogging habits...for better or for worse!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R9sHat90jdI/TBeTolFeLmI/AAAAAAAAA5E/Dmd7iA3g-S4/s1600/IMG_6547.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R9sHat90jdI/TBeTolFeLmI/AAAAAAAAA5E/Dmd7iA3g-S4/IMG_6547.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font: 19.0px Papyrus; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;Here a precious picture I will share with you to get me started again. &amp;nbsp;This picture melts my heart...I am so blessed to be a part of their lives!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24932852-3517825586368912426?l=my-3-blessings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-3-blessings.blogspot.com/feeds/3517825586368912426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24932852&amp;postID=3517825586368912426&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24932852/posts/default/3517825586368912426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24932852/posts/default/3517825586368912426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-3-blessings.blogspot.com/2010/06/whirlwind.html' title='whirlwind'/><author><name>Amy Kirkland</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R9sHat90jdI/SfSwUmw00ZI/AAAAAAAAABI/_YklxtdMTcA/S220/IMG_4287.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R9sHat90jdI/TBeTolFeLmI/AAAAAAAAA5E/Dmd7iA3g-S4/s72-c/IMG_6547.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24932852.post-3770708016797891759</id><published>2010-05-26T12:12:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-25T14:36:14.047-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my life is a circus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amy'/><title type='text'>surviving</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;div style="font: 16.0px Papyrus; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;Only 2 more days until sleeping in, afternoons at the pool, and days packed with fun for the Kirkland house. &amp;nbsp;But until then...we are just surviving!! &amp;nbsp;Semester test reviews, de-cluttering my classroom, cleaning out lockers and making semester tests are about to do me in. &amp;nbsp;I think I should have started all this a little sooner. &amp;nbsp;EEEK!!! &amp;nbsp;But it's here...and all these icky things just mean that summer is lurking around the corner. &amp;nbsp;For that, I am extremely grateful. &amp;nbsp;It is harder and harder to drag my body out of bed for school. &amp;nbsp;Kids too!! &amp;nbsp;Mostly because it is harder and harder to drag their bodies in the house from playing outside. &amp;nbsp;The sun is not going down until 9:00ish. &amp;nbsp;In the house is NOT where they want to be. &amp;nbsp;Honestly...who can blame them!! &amp;nbsp;It is just time for summer to start. &amp;nbsp;Only 2 more days!!!! &amp;nbsp;Hope you're getting geared up at your house...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24932852-3770708016797891759?l=my-3-blessings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-3-blessings.blogspot.com/feeds/3770708016797891759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24932852&amp;postID=3770708016797891759&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24932852/posts/default/3770708016797891759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24932852/posts/default/3770708016797891759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-3-blessings.blogspot.com/2010/05/surviving.html' title='surviving'/><author><name>Amy Kirkland</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R9sHat90jdI/SfSwUmw00ZI/AAAAAAAAABI/_YklxtdMTcA/S220/IMG_4287.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24932852.post-1348155674689202286</id><published>2010-05-09T15:41:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-25T14:36:57.774-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parenting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amy'/><title type='text'>favorite mom moments</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Chalkboard; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Being a mother is truly one of the greatest jobs in the world.&amp;nbsp; Sometimes I wish all the distractions of the world would pass away, if for only a moment, so I could just sit and enjoy my kids for a little longer.&amp;nbsp; Not worrying about dinner, the laundry, the phone ringing, going here...you get the idea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Chalkboard; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 15.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Chalkboard; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Unfortunately, that is not going to happen.&amp;nbsp; All the things going on in the world make time fly and my children seem to grow up in a flash.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Chalkboard; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 15.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Chalkboard; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;This Mother’s Day, I wanted to stop and think of some of my favorite mom moments.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Chalkboard; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 15.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Chalkboard; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;One of my absolute favorites is when &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;Cydney&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; wakes in the morning.&amp;nbsp; Her hair is standing on end from a serious case of bed head.&amp;nbsp; All she desires in life at that moment is a glass of milk and to rock with me.&amp;nbsp; I love rocking her.&amp;nbsp; I love the smell of holding her close while she is so &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;snugly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Chalkboard; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Chalkboard; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;While I am snuggling &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;Cydney&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;, the other two are usually on the couch watching cartoons. &amp;nbsp;I love just watching them....they are such cute kids.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Chalkboard; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 15.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Chalkboard; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I love the cards and gifts that my kids give me.&amp;nbsp; The look of anticipation and excitement as they can’t wait a second longer to give me the gift.&amp;nbsp; They are so proud. It makes my heart melt for them as I see their sweet hearts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Chalkboard; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 15.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Chalkboard; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I love when my kids want to help in the kitchen.&amp;nbsp; It doesn’t happen very often because they are usually busy doing their own thing.&amp;nbsp; It can get pretty messy when they want to help, but it is always full of laughs and yummy food.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Chalkboard; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Chalkboard; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Although I hate that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;Calleigh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; is growing up so quickly, I love the times that we go to town together for pedicures and some girl time. &amp;nbsp;She is such a great companion. &amp;nbsp;I love the time that it gives us to forget about the world and just spend time with each other. &amp;nbsp;Even though we are spending daddy's hard earned money....oops!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Chalkboard; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;**Speaking of growing up to quickly...this week I bought her new tennis shoes. &amp;nbsp;She wears half a size smaller than me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;geeezz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Chalkboard; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Chalkboard; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Carson is such a funny kid. &amp;nbsp;He is always trying to "trick" me with this or that. &amp;nbsp;That sweet and innocent smile as he giggles is just to die for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Chalkboard; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Chalkboard; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;With our crazy lives, it is rare that we are home on a weekend evening with nothing to do. &amp;nbsp;But occasionally, we are able to have a family night with popcorn and a movie on the living room floor. &amp;nbsp;Fun times!!!! &amp;nbsp;Sometimes we get through the popcorn and never make it to the movie...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;hehehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Chalkboard; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Chalkboard; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Another of my very favorite things in the whole world as a mother is for all five of us to snuggle in my bed on a Saturday or Sunday morning. &amp;nbsp;Robby works early most every morning, so this is a real treat for our family. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Chalkboard; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Chalkboard; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;The longer I lay here, the more fun things I think of. &amp;nbsp;I am so blessed. &amp;nbsp;I am so thankful that God chose me to be the mother of these three kids. &amp;nbsp;They are amazing!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Chalkboard; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Chalkboard; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Happy Mother's Day...may all your mom moments be memorable!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Chalkboard; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 15.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Chalkboard; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 15.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24932852-1348155674689202286?l=my-3-blessings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-3-blessings.blogspot.com/feeds/1348155674689202286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24932852&amp;postID=1348155674689202286&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24932852/posts/default/1348155674689202286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24932852/posts/default/1348155674689202286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-3-blessings.blogspot.com/2010/05/favorite-mom-moments.html' title='favorite mom moments'/><author><name>Amy Kirkland</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R9sHat90jdI/SfSwUmw00ZI/AAAAAAAAABI/_YklxtdMTcA/S220/IMG_4287.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24932852.post-7206876380509475211</id><published>2010-05-09T08:11:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-25T14:38:12.731-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parenting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amy'/><title type='text'>happy mother's day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 11px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.leeloublogs.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img alt="made by Leelou" src="http://i231.photobucket.com/albums/ee180/juliewuliee/buttons/LeelouFreeLinkbuttonHOMEcopy.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 11px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-size: 11px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Papyrus; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;As I think about Mother's Day this, I think of all the wonderful women in my life that have "mothered" me along this journey of life.&amp;nbsp; I have learned so many valuable mother lessons from them.&amp;nbsp; I am so grateful for these mothers.&amp;nbsp; For these women have made me who I am today.&amp;nbsp; One of these being my very own earthly mother.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Papyrus; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Papyrus; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;Mom, I know it wasn't always easy being my mom, but you (and dad) did a great job.&amp;nbsp; You had very high expectations for us, and those expectations helped me become the independent woman that I am today.&amp;nbsp; You showed me the value of hard work and working towards the things important to me. I take so many valuable lessons away from my own childhood.  Mom, I love you!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Papyrus; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Papyrus; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;Another important mother in my life is my mother-in-law.  A true servants heart.  You go above and beyond for others and you have shown how huge your heart is.   You have such a gracious and giving heart.  I love you!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Papyrus; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Papyrus; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;I am such a lucky girl to have both of my mothers just blocks away from me.  They are both invaluable to me.  They babysit on a moments notice, they help shuttle kids, they welcome our kids into their home, and they are always there for us.  We are so blessed to have such amazing moms!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Papyrus; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 18.0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Papyrus; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 18.0px;"&gt;I am so thankful for my blogging moms and my real life mom friends who  walk the daily trenches of motherhood.&amp;nbsp; I value your advice, your encouragement, and your shoulder to cry on when I need it.&amp;nbsp; You are all precious angels to me.&amp;nbsp; God knew we would need each other along the way.&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Papyrus; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 18.0px;"&gt;Above all the things I do in this world, being a mother is by far the most rewarding job that I have. It is the hardest work, but has the greatest rewards.&amp;nbsp; Kids, I love you guys so incredibly much.&amp;nbsp; I am so thankful that God entrusted you to me and your dad for your time here on earth.&amp;nbsp; You are such a blessing to us each and every day.&amp;nbsp; I love being your mom!!!!&amp;nbsp; I love you!!!&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-size: 11px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px; font-size: medium; white-space: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-size: 11px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24932852-7206876380509475211?l=my-3-blessings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-3-blessings.blogspot.com/feeds/7206876380509475211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24932852&amp;postID=7206876380509475211&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24932852/posts/default/7206876380509475211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24932852/posts/default/7206876380509475211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-3-blessings.blogspot.com/2010/05/happy-mothers-day.html' title='happy mother&apos;s day'/><author><name>Amy Kirkland</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R9sHat90jdI/SfSwUmw00ZI/AAAAAAAAABI/_YklxtdMTcA/S220/IMG_4287.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i231.photobucket.com/albums/ee180/juliewuliee/buttons/th_LeelouFreeLinkbuttonHOMEcopy.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24932852.post-5767530791015391869</id><published>2010-05-07T23:16:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-25T14:38:48.755-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coupon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Proverbs 31'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amy'/><title type='text'>to save or not to save</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font: 16.0px Papyrus; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;A few weeks ago when Robby and I were in Alabama at the women's conference, there were several amazing women speaking. &amp;nbsp;Unfortunately, I was unable to hear their break-out sessions. &amp;nbsp;Although I would have really loved to. &amp;nbsp;After the conference was over, I had the opportunity to speak with one of the ladies that presented a break-out on saving money and couponing. &amp;nbsp;I have to admit, I am not much of a money saver, although my husband would desperately love for me to be. &amp;nbsp;I am much more of a brand loyal type of girl and a convenience shopper. &amp;nbsp;I generally use products that my mom used growing up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 16.0px Papyrus; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 25.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 16.0px Papyrus; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;I am not good at shopping around for the cheapest price. &amp;nbsp;And I am certainly not good at clipping coupons. &amp;nbsp;These two things take so much time. &amp;nbsp;Time for which I don't feel I have any extra to spend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 16.0px Papyrus; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 25.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 16.0px Papyrus; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;As this sweet lady was sharing her heart for why she shops for the best deal and why she clips coupons...I was a little convicted about my own spending habits. &amp;nbsp;The Bible calls us to become Proverbs 31 women...a virtuous woman who is wise with monty. &amp;nbsp;Is my brand name shopping or convenience shopping modeling a Proverbs 31 woman. &amp;nbsp;I don't really think so....but, here is what I am doing to help.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 16.0px Papyrus; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 25.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 16.0px Papyrus; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;This week I had some time one evening, and I decided to sit down and clip my coupons and price match some of the items in the CVS, Walgreens, and Target ads. &amp;nbsp;I made my list, and set out to do my shopping yesterday in town.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 16.0px Papyrus; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 25.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 16.0px Papyrus; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;At the end of the day, &amp;nbsp;I spent about $120 on non-food grocery items between CVS and Walgreens. &amp;nbsp;And had a total savings of $48.00 between the two places. &amp;nbsp;WOW...that is super crazy!! &amp;nbsp;Saving that amount of money is pretty motivating to do it again this week. &amp;nbsp;The crazier thing...is they say I can save more than that....hmmmm!! &amp;nbsp;I don't know for sure about that, but I am sure going to work towards it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 16.0px Papyrus; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 25.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 16.0px Papyrus; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;These days it seems harder than ever to save money for our ever growing and changing families. &amp;nbsp;I would love to know your secrets, tricks or plans for saving money for your family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 16.0px Papyrus; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 25.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 16.0px Papyrus; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;Be blessed,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24932852-5767530791015391869?l=my-3-blessings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-3-blessings.blogspot.com/feeds/5767530791015391869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24932852&amp;postID=5767530791015391869&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24932852/posts/default/5767530791015391869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24932852/posts/default/5767530791015391869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-3-blessings.blogspot.com/2010/05/to-save-or-not-to-save.html' title='to save or not to save'/><author><name>Amy Kirkland</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R9sHat90jdI/SfSwUmw00ZI/AAAAAAAAABI/_YklxtdMTcA/S220/IMG_4287.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24932852.post-6761082496229704804</id><published>2010-05-05T09:37:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-25T14:39:26.022-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Carson'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amy'/><title type='text'>what are the chances?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;div style="font: 16.0px Papyrus; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;On most mornings it is a struggle to get my kids out of bed. &amp;nbsp;They lay in their beds until the very last second, or until mom hollers that they better be out that bed &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;PRONTO&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;!!! &amp;nbsp;This week, even when they did get up, they would dress, eat breakfast, and crawl back in my bed for a little extra lazy time. &amp;nbsp;Point being...on school mornings, they are hard to get up. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 16.0px Papyrus; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 25.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 16.0px Papyrus; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;The simple fact is, we are sleepers in my house. &amp;nbsp;When we don't have to get up, we don't. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 16.0px Papyrus; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 25.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 16.0px Papyrus; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;For some reason, it was a God thing, Carson came in my room this morning and whispered in my ear "It's time to wake up." &amp;nbsp;What!!! &amp;nbsp;Why is he waking me up? &amp;nbsp;Has my alarm gone off? &amp;nbsp;A state of confusion set in. &amp;nbsp;Sure enough, I open my eyes and I see daylight peeking through my blinds. &amp;nbsp;"OH....," &amp;nbsp;I look at the clock and it is 6:36am. &amp;nbsp;We are sure to be late for school. &amp;nbsp;But, I have to wash this hair, there is no question of that....I have a one-day hairdo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 16.0px Papyrus; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 25.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 16.0px Papyrus; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;By the grace of God, we all scurry around and just tend to our getting ready business. &amp;nbsp;We were out the door ON TIME!! &amp;nbsp;How did that happen? &amp;nbsp;Thank you Lord!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 16.0px Papyrus; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 25.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 16.0px Papyrus; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;Thank you Lord for waking up Carson. &amp;nbsp;Thank you for everyone's willingness to work together to get ready without grumpiness. &amp;nbsp;Thank you for a smooth morning. &amp;nbsp;Thank you that we were not late to school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 16.0px Papyrus; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 25.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 16.0px Papyrus; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;Hope your day is blessed!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24932852-6761082496229704804?l=my-3-blessings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-3-blessings.blogspot.com/feeds/6761082496229704804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24932852&amp;postID=6761082496229704804&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24932852/posts/default/6761082496229704804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24932852/posts/default/6761082496229704804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-3-blessings.blogspot.com/2010/05/what-are-chances.html' title='what are the chances?'/><author><name>Amy Kirkland</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R9sHat90jdI/SfSwUmw00ZI/AAAAAAAAABI/_YklxtdMTcA/S220/IMG_4287.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24932852.post-3463788166944534752</id><published>2010-05-04T10:15:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-25T14:40:04.929-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amy'/><title type='text'>swimsuits</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font: 16.0px 'Handwriting - Dakota'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;Dear Bridgette, this is for you my sweet sister. &amp;nbsp;The two swimsuits I posted were from&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.athleta.com/"&gt;Athleta&lt;/a&gt;. &amp;nbsp;It is a really cool site associated with Gap, Old Navy, Banana Republic, Piperlime...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 16.0px 'Handwriting - Dakota'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 24.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 16.0px 'Handwriting - Dakota'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;They have really cute workout clothes, but since I don't workout...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 16.0px 'Handwriting - Dakota'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 24.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 16.0px 'Handwriting - Dakota'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;AHEM!!! &amp;nbsp;Well, I guess enough about working out, let’s move right on along to another topic. &amp;nbsp;Bridgette, I hope that you find yourself a precious swimsuit. &amp;nbsp;Thank you for visiting my blog. &amp;nbsp;I hope that you will return again and leave a comment when you return. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 16.0px 'Handwriting - Dakota'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 24.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 16.0px 'Handwriting - Dakota'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;P.S. &amp;nbsp;(for all other readers) Bridgette was at the women's conference in Alabama that I spoke at. &amp;nbsp;I am so excited to hear from those amazing women.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 16.0px 'Handwriting - Dakota'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 24.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 16.0px 'Handwriting - Dakota'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;Have a blessed week!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24932852-3463788166944534752?l=my-3-blessings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-3-blessings.blogspot.com/feeds/3463788166944534752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24932852&amp;postID=3463788166944534752&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24932852/posts/default/3463788166944534752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24932852/posts/default/3463788166944534752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-3-blessings.blogspot.com/2010/05/swimsuits.html' title='swimsuits'/><author><name>Amy Kirkland</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R9sHat90jdI/SfSwUmw00ZI/AAAAAAAAABI/_YklxtdMTcA/S220/IMG_4287.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24932852.post-3554160460497281983</id><published>2010-05-03T22:06:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-25T14:40:38.749-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>a great day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font: 14.0px Papyrus; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I really don’t understand why some days are more productive than others.&amp;nbsp; hmmmmm!!!&amp;nbsp; Some days I can work and work and seem to get little to nothing accomplished here.&amp;nbsp; The house is still a mess, the laundry is piled, and everything is a rush.&amp;nbsp; Hurry, hurry, hurry!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 14.0px Papyrus; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 21.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 14.0px Papyrus; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Thankfully, this afternoon was not one of those days.&amp;nbsp; We came home after school, had a little playtime with friends, before we all jumped in and began mowing the yard.&amp;nbsp; It was so neat to see the kids excited to help out on the lawn mower.&amp;nbsp; Mowing has been one of my jobs since Robby and I first married.&amp;nbsp; We lived in the country and had so much grass to mow.&amp;nbsp; I hated it!!&amp;nbsp; It was such a dirty job.&amp;nbsp; When we moved to town, we still had a pretty big yard, but less dirty.&amp;nbsp; We still have lots of yard to mow, but we have a riding mower and that sure makes life easier. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 14.0px Papyrus; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 21.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 14.0px Papyrus; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;One of kids was on the riding mower, another on the push mower, Robby trimming trees, Cydney watching it all from the rocking chair on the porch.&amp;nbsp; She wants to keep a safe distance from all the noise.&amp;nbsp; (I think this would be the part I am supposed to insert pictures, but I failed to take any...oops!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 14.0px Papyrus; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 21.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 14.0px Papyrus; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Tonight it all fell together...our yard completely mowed, a good dinner together, baths, reading time, and in bed at a decent time. AND, my house is even picked up, laundry dwindling down.&amp;nbsp; It was so nice and peaceful.&amp;nbsp; I would like to duplicate this evening every night!!&amp;nbsp; Well....almost, I would prefer not to mow every night, but...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 14.0px Papyrus; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 21.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 14.0px Papyrus; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Many blessings...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24932852-3554160460497281983?l=my-3-blessings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-3-blessings.blogspot.com/feeds/3554160460497281983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24932852&amp;postID=3554160460497281983&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24932852/posts/default/3554160460497281983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24932852/posts/default/3554160460497281983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-3-blessings.blogspot.com/2010/05/great-day.html' title='a great day'/><author><name>Amy Kirkland</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R9sHat90jdI/SfSwUmw00ZI/AAAAAAAAABI/_YklxtdMTcA/S220/IMG_4287.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24932852.post-4018942614187340015</id><published>2010-05-02T22:46:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-25T14:41:27.381-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='giveaway'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging'/><title type='text'>wild olive tee winner</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R9sHat90jdI/S9-RC1O7jwI/AAAAAAAAA48/Nqvxar2WWZA/s1600/drawing.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R9sHat90jdI/S9-RC1O7jwI/AAAAAAAAA48/Nqvxar2WWZA/s320/drawing.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'American Typewriter'; font-size: 16px;"&gt;Thanks to all of you that left a comment on my blog to get entered in the drawing. &amp;nbsp;There were 11 of you that &lt;a href="http://my-3-blessings.blogspot.com/2010/04/one-year-ago.html"&gt;commented&lt;/a&gt;. &amp;nbsp;I chose the winner by going to Random.org...entering the number of entries and it randomly chooses the winner number. &amp;nbsp;I see this method used on many of the blogs that I read, and I feel this is the most fair ways of choosing a winner. &amp;nbsp; Especially when I know and love so many of you, and I want you all to win. &amp;nbsp;But sorry, I can't afford to buy you all a shirt...wish I could!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font: 16.0px 'American Typewriter'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 18.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 16.0px 'American Typewriter'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;So....on with the show. &amp;nbsp;Comment #11 was my sweet sister Ansley. &amp;nbsp;Ansley didn't choose a design that she liked, so I guess I get to decide which design she will get. &amp;nbsp;Yeah, for me. &amp;nbsp;I know exactly which one I am going to get her. &amp;nbsp;I guess she will have to wait and see what I choose. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 16.0px 'American Typewriter'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 18.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 16.0px 'American Typewriter'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;Thanks again for all of you that left a comment. &amp;nbsp;This was such fun. &amp;nbsp;I will have to do it again. &amp;nbsp;Wonder what we could celebrate next??? &amp;nbsp;I will be thinking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 16.0px 'American Typewriter'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 18.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 16.0px 'American Typewriter'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;Have a blessed Monday!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'American Typewriter';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24932852-4018942614187340015?l=my-3-blessings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-3-blessings.blogspot.com/feeds/4018942614187340015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24932852&amp;postID=4018942614187340015&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24932852/posts/default/4018942614187340015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24932852/posts/default/4018942614187340015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-3-blessings.blogspot.com/2010/05/wild-olive-tee-winner.html' title='wild olive tee winner'/><author><name>Amy Kirkland</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R9sHat90jdI/SfSwUmw00ZI/AAAAAAAAABI/_YklxtdMTcA/S220/IMG_4287.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R9sHat90jdI/S9-RC1O7jwI/AAAAAAAAA48/Nqvxar2WWZA/s72-c/drawing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24932852.post-4304672412767842036</id><published>2010-04-30T13:39:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-25T14:42:06.576-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amy'/><title type='text'>around the corner</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;div style="font: 11.0px Papyrus; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 17.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px;"&gt;When the weather begins to warm up and we drag out our capris and flip flops....it has this mind altering effect on me. &amp;nbsp;I no longer want to be sitting in classroom full of antsy kids. &amp;nbsp;I want to be at the pool or playing golf with my family. &amp;nbsp;Although very busy, summer time is such a fun time for us. &amp;nbsp;We sleep in, hang out, and do lots and lots of swimming. &amp;nbsp;I am not sure how all this swimming will be with Cydney this year...she isn't afraid of much of anything and the cool water may just be what draws her attention. &amp;nbsp;I guess we will wait and see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 16.0px Papyrus; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 25.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 16.0px Papyrus; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;Warmer weather and summer approaching also calls for the dreaded swimsuit. &amp;nbsp;Swimsuits are deeply depressing to me. &amp;nbsp;I hate the way I look in a swimsuit. &amp;nbsp;Not sure why. &amp;nbsp;I know that I am super blessed to have had three kids and look the way I do, but I just hate swimsuits. &amp;nbsp;They show every bulge and wrinkle on this body. &amp;nbsp;I like it better when my clothes cover all the bulges and cellulite. &amp;nbsp;Out of sight, out of mind!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 16.0px Papyrus; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 25.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 16.0px Papyrus; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;I knew this year with Cydney loving water and our cruise in July, I would have to have a swimsuit that would be good for lots of activity. &amp;nbsp;But, I HATE SWIMSUIT SHOPPING!!! &amp;nbsp;I think because we see all these skimpy little swimsuits and realistically know that this body is never going to go into it. I don't know...just not fun. &amp;nbsp;This year, I did all my swimsuit shopping on line. &amp;nbsp;I would rather do all my shopping on line, but swimsuits...questionable. &amp;nbsp;It's hard to know if it will fit or not. &amp;nbsp;But I decided to go for it!!! &amp;nbsp;It came in this past week....and I love it!!! Actually, so much I bought another one. &amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;EEKKK...don't tell Robby!!&lt;/i&gt; &amp;nbsp;I really did need it....I am swimsuit poor. &amp;nbsp;All I had was either maternity or too big!! &amp;nbsp;Finding a swimsuit I love boosted my spirits a little for pool time!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 16.0px Papyrus; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 16.0px Papyrus; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;Here's a sneak peak....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R9sHat90jdI/S9sie6-4HiI/AAAAAAAAA4U/lXeAy0ROrlM/s1600/at739148-00qlv01.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R9sHat90jdI/S9sie6-4HiI/AAAAAAAAA4U/lXeAy0ROrlM/s200/at739148-00qlv01.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R9sHat90jdI/S9sigIZfuAI/AAAAAAAAA4c/f6mGq3SXSEo/s1600/at739149-00viv03.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R9sHat90jdI/S9sigIZfuAI/AAAAAAAAA4c/f6mGq3SXSEo/s200/at739149-00viv03.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R9sHat90jdI/S9siupfQRkI/AAAAAAAAA4s/Zs6BMBCp9Tw/at739216-00qlv03.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R9sHat90jdI/S9siupfQRkI/AAAAAAAAA4s/Zs6BMBCp9Tw/at739216-00qlv03.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R9sHat90jdI/S9siupfQRkI/AAAAAAAAA4s/Zs6BMBCp9Tw/at739216-00qlv03.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R9sHat90jdI/S9sihoEJ6wI/AAAAAAAAA4k/TnwkhsLw7V8/at739200-00qlv02.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R9sHat90jdI/S9sihoEJ6wI/AAAAAAAAA4k/TnwkhsLw7V8/at739200-00qlv02.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 16.0px Papyrus; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 16.0px Papyrus; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;How do you feel about swimsuits???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24932852-4304672412767842036?l=my-3-blessings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-3-blessings.blogspot.com/feeds/4304672412767842036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24932852&amp;postID=4304672412767842036&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24932852/posts/default/4304672412767842036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24932852/posts/default/4304672412767842036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-3-blessings.blogspot.com/2010/04/around-corner.html' title='around the corner'/><author><name>Amy Kirkland</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R9sHat90jdI/SfSwUmw00ZI/AAAAAAAAABI/_YklxtdMTcA/S220/IMG_4287.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R9sHat90jdI/S9sie6-4HiI/AAAAAAAAA4U/lXeAy0ROrlM/s72-c/at739148-00qlv01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24932852.post-5069197840422747835</id><published>2010-04-29T13:42:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-25T14:42:38.423-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging'/><title type='text'>did you notice...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font: 16.0px Papyrus; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;...I changed the font????&amp;nbsp; I have read several “how-to” blog posts to change the font for each post.&amp;nbsp; Frankly, I just don’t get it.&amp;nbsp; I am not that HTML savvy to do all that tweaking without messing something up seriously.&amp;nbsp; While blog browsing Tuesday night, I noticed one of my blog friends (she is also another of my real life friends) had changed the font in her posts.&amp;nbsp; I had to find out how!!! &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 16.0px Papyrus; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 25.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 16.0px Papyrus; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;And it was quit simple.&amp;nbsp; Imagine that!!!&amp;nbsp; I love simple.&amp;nbsp; I just typed my blog post into a word document, set it to size 16 font, chose the font I want published (papyrus is one of my favs), copy and paste....VOILA!!!&amp;nbsp; It is that simple.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 16.0px Papyrus; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 25.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 16.0px Papyrus; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;And I do love that little extra that it gives each post.&amp;nbsp; I could even change each post if I wanted.&amp;nbsp; Just thought I would share my new knowledge.&amp;nbsp; Thanks &lt;a href="http://ajourneywiththejacksons.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jennifer&lt;/a&gt;!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24932852-5069197840422747835?l=my-3-blessings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-3-blessings.blogspot.com/feeds/5069197840422747835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24932852&amp;postID=5069197840422747835&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24932852/posts/default/5069197840422747835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24932852/posts/default/5069197840422747835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-3-blessings.blogspot.com/2010/04/did-you-notice.html' title='did you notice...'/><author><name>Amy Kirkland</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R9sHat90jdI/SfSwUmw00ZI/AAAAAAAAABI/_YklxtdMTcA/S220/IMG_4287.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24932852.post-7174683300702554074</id><published>2010-04-28T22:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T22:00:10.656-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Carson'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Calleigh'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parenting'/><title type='text'>dear kids,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font: 16.0px 'Handwriting - Dakota'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;I don’t know if you noticed that our house cleaner came yesterday and our house really looks quit nice.&amp;nbsp; I was thinking how nice it would be if our house could stay picked up and looking nice and neat...not perfect, just picked up.&amp;nbsp; No clothes on the floor, no shoes left lying around, towels taken back to the bathroom after your shower. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 16.0px 'Handwriting - Dakota'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 24.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 16.0px 'Handwriting - Dakota'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;It would also probably be helpful if your homework folder weren’t laying on my bedroom floor.&amp;nbsp; You are probably going to need that homework folder in the morning, and you are going to wonder where it is.&amp;nbsp; Panic may even strike when you realize that you can’t find it.&amp;nbsp; That would be so sad.&amp;nbsp; I hate it when I feel panicked.&amp;nbsp; Not a good feeling at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 16.0px 'Handwriting - Dakota'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 24.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 16.0px 'Handwriting - Dakota'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;I know that with the weather warming up it makes you want to play outside.&amp;nbsp; If you wanted a little more playtime I thought you might be interested in knowing helping to clean as you go would result in more playtime in the afternoons.&amp;nbsp; I know it isn’t asking much, but every little bit helps.&amp;nbsp; It also helps mommy’s attitude when she isn’t frazzled over things like this.&amp;nbsp; I know you would like to change that. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 16.0px 'Handwriting - Dakota'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 24.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 16.0px 'Handwriting - Dakota'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;Just thought I would ask.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 16.0px 'Handwriting - Dakota'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 24.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 16.0px 'Handwriting - Dakota'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;Love, Mom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 16.0px 'Bradley Hand ITC TT'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 20.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24932852-7174683300702554074?l=my-3-blessings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-3-blessings.blogspot.com/feeds/7174683300702554074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24932852&amp;postID=7174683300702554074&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24932852/posts/default/7174683300702554074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24932852/posts/default/7174683300702554074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-3-blessings.blogspot.com/2010/04/dear-kids.html' title='dear kids,'/><author><name>Amy Kirkland</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R9sHat90jdI/SfSwUmw00ZI/AAAAAAAAABI/_YklxtdMTcA/S220/IMG_4287.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24932852.post-3877686517300777609</id><published>2010-04-27T22:32:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-25T14:43:22.777-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Calleigh'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wild olive tees'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging'/><title type='text'>one year ago....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font: 14.0px Papyrus; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;***Contest Closed****&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font: 16.0px Papyrus; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;...I began sharing the good, the bad, and the ugly of the Kirkland Klan. &amp;nbsp;What a fun year it has been. &amp;nbsp;There have been many memorable moments...some I would relive, others I think I will not. &amp;nbsp;I can't believe how my kids have grown and changed in a years times. &amp;nbsp;I wish I could slow down the clock and keep them this age for a while. &amp;nbsp;They are such fun!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 16.0px Papyrus; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 25.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 16.0px Papyrus; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;In celebrating this one year anniversary, I am going to give one lucky person a brand new shirt from one of my favorite places. &amp;nbsp;You guessed it....&lt;a href="http://www.wildolivetees.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Wild Olive Tees&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. &amp;nbsp;I once was a &lt;a href="http://my-3-blessings.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-am-winner_6105.html"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;winner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; of a Wild Olive Tee in one of their contests. I absolutely L.O.V.E. &amp;nbsp;the shirt I chose...one of my favorite scriptures. &amp;nbsp;I have since purchased these shirts as gifts for some of my favorite people. &amp;nbsp;To get your name in the drawing...visit the Wild Olive &lt;a href="http://www.wildolivetees.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;website&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. &amp;nbsp;Leave a comment below this post and tell me which Wild Olive tee you would choose if you are the winner. &amp;nbsp;I will accept comments/entries until Sunday at 8pm CST. &amp;nbsp;I will then randomly choose a winner from all entries. &amp;nbsp;So don't delay...get those entries in soon!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 16.0px Papyrus; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 25.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 16.0px Papyrus; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;As I lay here on the bed tonight, I don't really have much to say. &amp;nbsp;We just got in from one of my niece's birthday party. &amp;nbsp;We cooked out...it was a perfect day here in the Texas Panhandle for cooking out. &amp;nbsp;Tomorrow the wind is supposed to show it's nasty head again. &amp;nbsp;Makes us appreciate these beautiful days when we have them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 16.0px Papyrus; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 25.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 16.0px Papyrus; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;Calleigh is taking her reading TAKS test tomorrow. &amp;nbsp;For those of you out of state, it is our state assessment. &amp;nbsp;I fully expect her to do well, but I would appreciate your prayers for peace of mind as she works through the test. &amp;nbsp;My 7th graders will also be TAKS testing, and I would so much love your prayers for them as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 16.0px Papyrus; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 25.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 16.0px Papyrus; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;My house is super quiet...all are tucked in their beds. &amp;nbsp;I believe I will take that as my cue to jump in my own. &amp;nbsp;I hope your Wednesday is wonderful...many blessings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 16.0px Papyrus; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 25.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 16.0px Papyrus; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;Oh...and don't forget to leave a comment to win your very own Wild Olive tee by Sunday!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not being compensated in any way by Wild Olive Tees.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24932852-3877686517300777609?l=my-3-blessings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-3-blessings.blogspot.com/feeds/3877686517300777609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24932852&amp;postID=3877686517300777609&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24932852/posts/default/3877686517300777609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24932852/posts/default/3877686517300777609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-3-blessings.blogspot.com/2010/04/one-year-ago.html' title='one year ago....'/><author><name>Amy Kirkland</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R9sHat90jdI/SfSwUmw00ZI/AAAAAAAAABI/_YklxtdMTcA/S220/IMG_4287.JPG'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24932852.post-451989183138176829</id><published>2010-04-25T22:05:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-25T14:44:00.815-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amy'/><title type='text'>God is so good</title><content type='html'>Friday Robby and I boarded an airplane and headed east to Alabama. &amp;nbsp;Robby and I travel a bit, but Alabama was a state that we have never been to before. &amp;nbsp;It was so beautiful. &amp;nbsp;Our human nature is always love what we don't have...for me this weekend, it was the trees. &amp;nbsp;Oh my, they were so amazing. &amp;nbsp;Houses were nestled back in a bunch of trees...so cozy. &amp;nbsp;I loved it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From an outsider looking in, Alabama was so quiet and peaceful compared to what we left behind. &amp;nbsp;I noticed the minute we stepped off the airplane...usually airports are all hustle and bustle. &amp;nbsp;But not this one...just nice and peaceful. The whole atmosphere was relaxing and peaceful. &amp;nbsp; Just exactly what I needed after several crazy weeks at home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love how God puts new friends in our paths. &amp;nbsp;I can't remember if I blogged about being invited to Alabama to speak at a women's conference...and honestly, right now I am too tired to look back and see...but for the most part, I went to Alabama not knowing anyone, except through a few emails. &amp;nbsp;From the moment we met them as we picked up our luggage, it was if we were meeting up with old friends we hadn't seen in some time. &amp;nbsp;Our conversations were about our families and what God was doing in our lives. &amp;nbsp;How God had brought us through this and that. &amp;nbsp;It was just down right FUN!! &amp;nbsp;I can hardly wait until they come to Texas and let us host them....HINT, HINT!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The predicted weather this weekend was less that cooperative for a women's conference. &amp;nbsp;With a whole lot of prayer...the women's conference went off with a hitch in the weather what so ever. &amp;nbsp;At one point Robby and I were watching the radar on Robby's phone, and it was as if the storm parted in the middle and went around the location we were at. &amp;nbsp;It was so awesome. &amp;nbsp;Tell me the power of prayer doesn't work???? &amp;nbsp;Another awesome thing...it rained all night and morning long. &amp;nbsp;With some heavy rains at times. But when 1:00 came and the women were arriving....the rain stopped!!! A little windy...yes!!! &amp;nbsp;It was funny to hear the women talk about the wind...they didn't like it so much. &amp;nbsp;They should visit Texas...they would be a bit more accustomed to the wind. &amp;nbsp;Like it, no probably not much better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we stop long enough to talk to God about what is really on our heart...it is so cool to hear what God has to say about it. &amp;nbsp;This weekend was a much needed refresher, a much needed time away with Robby, and just an all-round amazing time. &amp;nbsp;God is so good!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be blessed,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24932852-451989183138176829?l=my-3-blessings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-3-blessings.blogspot.com/feeds/451989183138176829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24932852&amp;postID=451989183138176829&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24932852/posts/default/451989183138176829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24932852/posts/default/451989183138176829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-3-blessings.blogspot.com/2010/04/god-is-so-good.html' title='God is so good'/><author><name>Amy Kirkland</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R9sHat90jdI/SfSwUmw00ZI/AAAAAAAAABI/_YklxtdMTcA/S220/IMG_4287.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24932852.post-3606915221351674459</id><published>2010-04-12T14:37:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-25T14:44:40.993-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my life is a circus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>i have great friends</title><content type='html'>Sunday we woke up with a bed full of kids. &amp;nbsp;One of my favorite things in the whole world is for all five of us to lay and play in our bed. &amp;nbsp;Soon it was time for everyone to roll out and get ready for church. &amp;nbsp;But...we had NOOOO water!! &amp;nbsp;UGH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robby and Carson loaded up and headed to his parents for showers. &amp;nbsp;The girls and I jumped in the car and went to my parents for our showers. &amp;nbsp;It was a crazy morning. &amp;nbsp;We eventually all made it to church...one at a time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Water was not to be had at any time on Sunday. &amp;nbsp;I quickly discovered that I am NO Pioneer Woman. &amp;nbsp;I like having water. &amp;nbsp;I like it a LOT!!!! &amp;nbsp;The dishes in my sink kept piling and piling. &amp;nbsp;Every time that I walked by I felt nauseous looking at the mounting &amp;nbsp;pile of dishes. I hate a dirty kitchen. &amp;nbsp;If my kitchen is dirty...I feel like my entire house is a mess and I get &lt;i&gt;g.r.o.u.c.h.y.&lt;/i&gt;!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That afternoon I had a baby shower to take me away from the mounting mess for a few hours. &amp;nbsp;It wasn't long before my friends knew that we had no water for the day, and wouldn't have any because it was Sunday!! &amp;nbsp;One of sweet friends offered to do my laundry for me. &amp;nbsp;No, she didn't just offer for me to bring my dirty laundry to her house and use her washing machine. &amp;nbsp;She offered to do all my laundry. &amp;nbsp;WOW...what a precious friend!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning I received a text message from another friend that said to bring all my dirty dishes over after school today and she would wash all my dirty dishes so my kitchen would be back in working order. &amp;nbsp;WOW...another precious friend!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so blessed to have many precious friends in my life. &amp;nbsp;But, what kind of friend am I? &amp;nbsp;Do I stop long enough to offer to do a friend's laundry? &amp;nbsp; Do I ever get my friend's dirty dishes and help out in her kitchen? &amp;nbsp;Do I stop long enough to help out my friends when they just need a boost? &amp;nbsp;A small task that gives them a BIG boost?? &amp;nbsp;I don't know that I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I am so absorbed in my own busyness and my own life, that I fail to see what my precious friends are going through. &amp;nbsp;I fail to see what little things I might could do to make them breath a little easier. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where can we each help out this week? &amp;nbsp;I challenge you to (and myself) to look for someone this week that we can help out. &amp;nbsp;Maybe a friend, maybe a stranger. &amp;nbsp;Be Jesus to someone this week!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did get water this morning and can do my own laundry and dishes, but it meant the world to me to have my friends offer their time to help me out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessings,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24932852-3606915221351674459?l=my-3-blessings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-3-blessings.blogspot.com/feeds/3606915221351674459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24932852&amp;postID=3606915221351674459&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24932852/posts/default/3606915221351674459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24932852/posts/default/3606915221351674459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-3-blessings.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-have-great-friends.html' title='i have great friends'/><author><name>Amy Kirkland</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R9sHat90jdI/SfSwUmw00ZI/AAAAAAAAABI/_YklxtdMTcA/S220/IMG_4287.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24932852.post-4128413474156089636</id><published>2010-04-06T10:36:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T10:36:00.521-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='authenticity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marriage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amy'/><title type='text'>love &amp; respect</title><content type='html'>Robby and I reading the Love &amp;amp; Respect &lt;a href="http://www.loveandrespect.com/"&gt;book&lt;/a&gt; with our life group. &amp;nbsp;I have heard very good things about this book and I was very excited to begin the study. &amp;nbsp;Robby and I have an amazing marriage. &amp;nbsp;I am so blessed to be married to such a wonderful man. &amp;nbsp;Every day...I know it!! &amp;nbsp;Every day...I think I take it for granted!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reading each chapter in the book, I am reminded what an awesome marriage we have. &amp;nbsp;But no matter how much we love each other, and how amazing our marriage is...we have our moments. &amp;nbsp;I have my moments!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The book repeatedly (and I do mean repeatedly) talks about the Crazy Cycle. &amp;nbsp;The wife feels unloved, she reacts without respect. &amp;nbsp;Without respect, he reacts without love. &amp;nbsp;And the cycle continues, and the hole gets deeper and deeper!! &amp;nbsp;In each chapter the stories that are told are sometimes &lt;i&gt;ridiculous&lt;/i&gt;. &amp;nbsp;In my mind I think....come on, woman just get over it!!! &amp;nbsp;Or, Dude...how could you be so insensitive. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well...I had my moment!!! &amp;nbsp;My very own ridiculous moment!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my eyes, sorting the laundry seems like a simple task that I ask my family to do. &amp;nbsp;Probably every other woman thinks the same thing. &amp;nbsp;We have a red basket, a dark basket, and light colors/white basket. &amp;nbsp;But, when I asked Robby to please put his laundry in the right pile (I had a little put out tone with the words)...I was speaking without respect for his decision making to sort the laundry. &amp;nbsp;AND...it hurt his feelings!!! &amp;nbsp;In about 2 seconds...I knew I had reacted without respect. &amp;nbsp;He did not speak back any harsh words, only admitting that he did not know which pile that certain pair of shorts went in and from this point on he would put them in the proper pile. &amp;nbsp;But my "pink" ears did not exactly hear that!!! I quickly became offended and withdrew to my bed. &amp;nbsp;I thought...I'll just do it myself!!! &amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;RIDICULOUS&lt;/i&gt;!! &amp;nbsp;I know that now. &amp;nbsp;I really probably knew it then, but couldn't admit it beyond my pouting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This, my friends, is the Crazy Cycle!! &amp;nbsp;And yes...it all started with putting a pair of shorts into the correct laundry basket. &amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;RIDICULOUS&lt;/i&gt;!! &amp;nbsp;But this is a perfect example to me of how easily we jump on that Crazy Cycle. &amp;nbsp;Luckily, Robby jumps off the cycle, but me...I just pout and would probably keep riding the hampster wheel around and around and around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I said...I am married to an amazing man. &amp;nbsp;I am so blessed to have him in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love ya babe!! &amp;nbsp;Thanks for keeping me grounded...I need it!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/397/F82A8BF6B3442C7A35FF4208F2B37993.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24932852-4128413474156089636?l=my-3-blessings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-3-blessings.blogspot.com/feeds/4128413474156089636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24932852&amp;postID=4128413474156089636&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24932852/posts/default/4128413474156089636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24932852/posts/default/4128413474156089636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-3-blessings.blogspot.com/2010/04/love-respect.html' title='love &amp; respect'/><author><name>Amy Kirkland</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R9sHat90jdI/SfSwUmw00ZI/AAAAAAAAABI/_YklxtdMTcA/S220/IMG_4287.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24932852.post-7651826714191767108</id><published>2010-04-05T22:22:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T22:35:57.648-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cydney'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>easter on the square</title><content type='html'>Our community had the first Easter on the Square on Saturday afternoon. &amp;nbsp;It reminded me of the scene in Steel Magnolias where there are millions and millions of eggs, an Easter bunny, and lots of cute kids. (I love that movie...I cry &lt;i&gt;every time&lt;/i&gt;, even though I &lt;i&gt;know&lt;/i&gt; what is going to happen.) We had all of the qualifications for a successful community Easter celebration. &amp;nbsp;A great time was had by all in attendance...sure to become an annual event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One my sweet &lt;a href="http://montgomerymemories.blogspot.com/"&gt;friends&lt;/a&gt; took some really cute pictures. &amp;nbsp;Sure glad she did, because guess who forgot their camera?? &amp;nbsp;The pictures are just too cute not to share with you all. &amp;nbsp;Hope you enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: auto;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R9sHat90jdI/S7qk66PtGsI/AAAAAAAAA3E/T_sShn6Iqug/s1600/26223_108782769152235_100000615370918_123367_3260924_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R9sHat90jdI/S7qlk0TKrQI/AAAAAAAAA3k/_-9TTMuON8w/s1600/26223_108782765818902_100000615370918_123366_7238011_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R9sHat90jdI/S7qlk0TKrQI/AAAAAAAAA3k/_-9TTMuON8w/26223_108782765818902_100000615370918_123366_7238011_n.jpg" width="453" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;This is my &lt;a href="http://montgomerymemories.blogspot.com/"&gt;friends&lt;/a&gt; little boy. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;They are so glad to see each other...awwww!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R9sHat90jdI/S7qk66PtGsI/AAAAAAAAA3E/T_sShn6Iqug/s1600/26223_108782769152235_100000615370918_123367_3260924_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R9sHat90jdI/S7qk66PtGsI/AAAAAAAAA3E/T_sShn6Iqug/26223_108782769152235_100000615370918_123367_3260924_n.jpg" width="393" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;HUGS!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;One of Cydney's friends from daycare/church.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R9sHat90jdI/S7qlnxi1MYI/AAAAAAAAA3s/ZFJKBGrA0Qs/s1600/26223_108783299152182_100000615370918_123374_8373751_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R9sHat90jdI/S7qlnxi1MYI/AAAAAAAAA3s/ZFJKBGrA0Qs/26223_108783299152182_100000615370918_123374_8373751_n.jpg" width="390" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R9sHat90jdI/S7qlqFFL_2I/AAAAAAAAA30/hg6_lePf8YA/s1600/26223_108783642485481_100000615370918_123381_6062065_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R9sHat90jdI/S7qlqFFL_2I/AAAAAAAAA30/hg6_lePf8YA/26223_108783642485481_100000615370918_123381_6062065_n.jpg" width="425" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R9sHat90jdI/S7qlreqEUNI/AAAAAAAAA38/C-GZPGQC118/s1600/26223_108783652485480_100000615370918_123382_7620920_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I love this picture...those eyes melt my heart!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R9sHat90jdI/S7qlreqEUNI/AAAAAAAAA38/C-GZPGQC118/s1600/26223_108783652485480_100000615370918_123382_7620920_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R9sHat90jdI/S7qlreqEUNI/AAAAAAAAA38/C-GZPGQC118/26223_108783652485480_100000615370918_123382_7620920_n.jpg" width="425" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R9sHat90jdI/S7qls7gt1aI/AAAAAAAAA4E/SlZy6K73e_A/s1600/26223_108783659152146_100000615370918_123383_2664942_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R9sHat90jdI/S7qls7gt1aI/AAAAAAAAA4E/SlZy6K73e_A/26223_108783659152146_100000615370918_123383_2664942_n.jpg" width="546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Cydney with "Deh"... our cousin and pastor.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope your Easter weekend was amazing....many blessings!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/397/F82A8BF6B3442C7A35FF4208F2B37993.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24932852-7651826714191767108?l=my-3-blessings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-3-blessings.blogspot.com/feeds/7651826714191767108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24932852&amp;postID=7651826714191767108&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24932852/posts/default/7651826714191767108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24932852/posts/default/7651826714191767108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-3-blessings.blogspot.com/2010/04/easter-on-square.html' title='easter on the square'/><author><name>Amy Kirkland</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R9sHat90jdI/SfSwUmw00ZI/AAAAAAAAABI/_YklxtdMTcA/S220/IMG_4287.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R9sHat90jdI/S7qlk0TKrQI/AAAAAAAAA3k/_-9TTMuON8w/s72-c/26223_108782765818902_100000615370918_123366_7238011_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24932852.post-6760848999148228487</id><published>2010-03-31T11:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T11:55:22.249-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='going through the motions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amy'/><title type='text'>spring has sprung</title><content type='html'>The past two days have been the first signs of spring in the Texas Panhandle. &amp;nbsp;The weather here has been amazingly beautiful. &amp;nbsp;For the past many weeks, it would warm up only to cool down and snow again within a few days. &amp;nbsp;It has been some crazy weather here!! &amp;nbsp;Although I love spring days, I don't love the wind that usually comes with spring days here in the Panhandle. &amp;nbsp;Just when we think we have the perfect temperatures, the wind can blow like nobody's business. &amp;nbsp;It can make being outside nothing short of miserable. &amp;nbsp;However, the perfect temperatures yesterday were not dampened by the wind. &amp;nbsp;All was perfect!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was reminded yesterday of how much I love beautiful weather. &amp;nbsp;With the gorgeous day came a slew of kids to my house after school. &amp;nbsp;Cydney and I worked on cleaning out flower beds (I detest!!), while the kids had a heated basketball game on the driveway. &amp;nbsp;I love being the neighborhood house the kids come to for play. &amp;nbsp;I even looked out at one point, while cooking dinner, and the kids were having a water balloon fight in the backyard. &amp;nbsp;It wasn't quit that warm, but isn't it funny that when the first spring day rolls around...we drag out our shorts, tank tops, and think its time to swim. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spring also brings new life. &amp;nbsp;As I mentioned earlier, I detest yard work. &amp;nbsp;Yes, I want a beautiful yard, and I don't mind it so much when it's green and gorgeous, but the preparations for a beautiful yard are not fun to me. &amp;nbsp;I come from a mother and grandmother with AMAZING!!! yards. &amp;nbsp;But mine...never looks that way. &amp;nbsp;I am never happy with the final product. &amp;nbsp;Last summer my mom even helped me....it wasn't quit the same. &amp;nbsp;It didn't have the beauty of their yards. &amp;nbsp;So, I will try again this summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the good news is...when my life gets withered and yucky, like my yard and flower beds are looking right, I don't have to stay that way. &amp;nbsp;Thankfully, my amazing Jesus died hung and died on the cross so that I would not have to live my life dried up and withered. &amp;nbsp;That I have living water to refresh and renew my dried spirit. &amp;nbsp;Isn't that amazing!!! &amp;nbsp;There is absolutely NO REASON for me to be angry, depleted, offended, upset, hurt, sad, or any other negative emotion because my Jesus took that all to the cross for ME and YOU!!! &amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we approach Easter weekend...enjoy the time with your family as we celebrate with our traditions. &amp;nbsp;But, STOP!!! &amp;nbsp;Don't just go through the motions of the holiday...take a moment to think of the amazing gift given to us at Easter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be blessed...You are a blessing!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/397/F82A8BF6B3442C7A35FF4208F2B37993.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24932852-6760848999148228487?l=my-3-blessings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-3-blessings.blogspot.com/feeds/6760848999148228487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24932852&amp;postID=6760848999148228487&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24932852/posts/default/6760848999148228487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24932852/posts/default/6760848999148228487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-3-blessings.blogspot.com/2010/03/spring-has-sprung.html' title='spring has sprung'/><author><name>Amy Kirkland</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R9sHat90jdI/SfSwUmw00ZI/AAAAAAAAABI/_YklxtdMTcA/S220/IMG_4287.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24932852.post-2311053038631000559</id><published>2010-03-27T00:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T00:03:04.175-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Calleigh'/><title type='text'>made my heart smile</title><content type='html'>I always love it when our kids say funny things. &amp;nbsp;It makes me giggle, and my heart smile. &amp;nbsp;I always wish I were near a pen and paper so I could write it down and remember it forever. &amp;nbsp;(I always wish I could remember it long enough to get home and write it down...not so much!!) &amp;nbsp;I know that some day, I am going to wish I had all of these special "child-like" moments to make me smile forever...even when they are grown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight we in town. &amp;nbsp;Robby has been looking at a new pick-up for some time now. &amp;nbsp;It is so hard for him to break down and buy it. &amp;nbsp;It isn't as painful to look!! &amp;nbsp;So, tonight was the night he had to make the decision as to whether to buy the pickup or not....something about rebates going off????? &amp;nbsp;Calleigh was so excited. &amp;nbsp;She told me plenty ahead of time that if Dad really did buy the pickup that she would be riding home with him, not me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He bought the pickup. &amp;nbsp;As we were pulling out of the parking lot of the car dealership, I backed up and let Robby go in front of me because I wasn't sure which direction he was going. &amp;nbsp;He came around the corner and zipped off in the other direction. &amp;nbsp;As he pulled away Calleigh says..."My dad is a hottie in that pickup."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I giggled!!! &amp;nbsp;I am sure she had heard that somewhere....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Calleigh, I think your daddy is a hottie in that pickup too, but don't tell anyone!!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a blessed weekend. &amp;nbsp;I hope your heart smiles!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/397/F82A8BF6B3442C7A35FF4208F2B37993.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24932852-2311053038631000559?l=my-3-blessings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R9sHat90jdI/SfSwUmw00ZI/AAAAAAAAABI/_YklxtdMTcA/S220/IMG_4287.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24932852.post-4586417063122443188</id><published>2010-03-22T18:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T18:59:41.380-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cydney'/><title type='text'>bye bye binki</title><content type='html'>Spring came came and went like a flash.&amp;nbsp;Why is it that some weeks drag on forever, yet the days off with my family fly by.&amp;nbsp; I don't know, but I don't like.&amp;nbsp; We loved every minute of our spring break.&amp;nbsp; It rained and it snowed.&amp;nbsp; We cleaned, played basketball on the driveway, got pedicures in town, wore out our pajamas, stayed up late, and slept in.&amp;nbsp; It was awesome!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also got rid of our binki.&amp;nbsp; I knew the day would come that I must say good-bye to Mr. Binki, but there was a part of me that had a hard time letting go.&amp;nbsp; I just didn't want to do it.&amp;nbsp; I often joked with my friends that I didn't care if she took her binki to kindergarten.&amp;nbsp; Really, I was only joking, but not really.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that the binki is "broken" and Cydney threw it in the trash, I know why I had a hard time accepting the fact that the binki must go.&amp;nbsp; It's just another little thing that means my baby is growing up.&amp;nbsp; She did great...not a fit, or really much of a whimper.&amp;nbsp; My heart is whimpering now...I don't want any of babies to grow up.&amp;nbsp; I love them just the way they are.&amp;nbsp; (Why am I teary as I am writing this?&amp;nbsp; I think I must be hormonal or something...please help!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;There is something about that adorable, pudgy face with a binki that makes my heart melt.&amp;nbsp; Something I want to hold on to FOREVER.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R9sHat90jdI/S6gDW3jZaHI/AAAAAAAAA20/-TqY-bio7Xg/s1600-h/IMG_0416.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R9sHat90jdI/S6gDW3jZaHI/AAAAAAAAA20/-TqY-bio7Xg/IMG_0416.jpg" vt="true" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R9sHat90jdI/S6gCvApEy_I/AAAAAAAAA2s/Z1vV9apVWQ4/s1600-h/IMG_3218.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R9sHat90jdI/S6gCvApEy_I/AAAAAAAAA2s/Z1vV9apVWQ4/IMG_3218.jpg" vt="true" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R9sHat90jdI/S6f4jkfK55I/AAAAAAAAA2k/qFMVM21KZKE/s1600-h/IMG_7125.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R9sHat90jdI/S6f4jkfK55I/AAAAAAAAA2k/qFMVM21KZKE/IMG_7125.JPG" vt="true" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Now that Cydney has given up the binki, I guess it is my turn to clean all the binkis and throw them away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bye Bye Binki!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/397/F82A8BF6B3442C7A35FF4208F2B37993.png" style="background: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24932852-4586417063122443188?l=my-3-blessings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-3-blessings.blogspot.com/feeds/4586417063122443188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24932852.post-4886294548443481990</id><published>2010-03-12T12:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T12:45:20.847-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parenting'/><title type='text'>spring.break</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Spring break is upon us.&lt;/span&gt; &amp;nbsp;Can you hear the whooping and hollering? &amp;nbsp;I can't tell you how thrilled I am to spend the entire week in the confines of our home. &amp;nbsp;Well, we &lt;b&gt;are&lt;/b&gt; going to venture out some, but mostly...we are staying home!!!! &amp;nbsp;We are going to clean, clean, clean our house. &amp;nbsp;We are going to be lazy. &amp;nbsp;We are going to play. &amp;nbsp;And, I am going to....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Many weeks ago I &amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;a href="http://my-3-blessings.blogspot.com/2010/01/is-there-easy-way.html"&gt;&lt;i&gt;told&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt; you that I was really dreading having THE talk with Calleigh. &amp;nbsp;I know it is absolutely necessary, but my heart just doesn't want to let go of her purity and innocence. &amp;nbsp;But, as I have always said...If I don't tell her, the world is going to tell her. &amp;nbsp;And the world may paint the picture quit differently that I would. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;But, I can honestly say that all of that got pushed to the back of my brain when more pertainent things (it seemed at the time) came along. &amp;nbsp;I heard this week that some young ladies, younger than Calleigh, have informed their mother what they know about sex through their peers. &amp;nbsp;Just as I have said...the world WILL them. &amp;nbsp;So, once again, Robby and I have made it a priority to educate our children about their bodies, sex, and seeing themselves in the eyes of the Lord. &amp;nbsp;All in a Christian manner.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;When I posted about this last time, several of you asked what books I was going to use to guide our discussions and conversations. &amp;nbsp;Robby and I have chosen &lt;/i&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.biblicalparenting.org/pr-development.asp"&gt;&lt;i&gt;this set of books&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt; from the National Center for Biblical Parenting to guide us. &amp;nbsp;We purchased the entire set of books today. &amp;nbsp;They should be arriving next week sometime. &amp;nbsp;Robby and I have used material from the &lt;/i&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.biblicalparenting.org/"&gt;&lt;i&gt;National Center for Biblical Parenting&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt; to guide us on other parenting decisions, and we have been pleased with what we read. &amp;nbsp;We have even been to a few parenting workshops using this curriculum. &amp;nbsp;So, I guess what I am saying is...I have faith in this institution for creating curriculum centered around our Christian beliefs. &amp;nbsp;I do like that there are books for each level of education. If you remember, that was one of my fears...giving them all the information they needed, but not &amp;nbsp;MORE than they needed. &amp;nbsp;I am praying this is going to be a good guide for us. So what am I doing for Spring Break?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...spend some quality time with Ms. Calleigh. &amp;nbsp;I am really looking forward to the mother-daughter time. &amp;nbsp;I am praying that it will be a precious time for the two of us. &amp;nbsp;I time that I will treasure for many years to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Praying that your spring break is restful, fun, and blessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/397/F82A8BF6B3442C7A35FF4208F2B37993.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24932852-4886294548443481990?l=my-3-blessings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-3-blessings.blogspot.com/feeds/4886294548443481990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24932852&amp;postID=4886294548443481990&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24932852/posts/default/4886294548443481990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24932852/posts/default/4886294548443481990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-3-blessings.blogspot.com/2010/03/springbreak.html' title='spring.break'/><author><name>Amy Kirkland</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R9sHat90jdI/SfSwUmw00ZI/AAAAAAAAABI/_YklxtdMTcA/S220/IMG_4287.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24932852.post-3883336975156353765</id><published>2010-03-08T11:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T11:30:49.505-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='household binder'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my life is a circus'/><title type='text'>lists, lists, and more lists</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times;"&gt;I have this crazy love for books, binders, and worksheets that pertain to lists and organization. &amp;nbsp;I love filling them out, dreaming of the wonderful "fix" they are going to do for my household. &amp;nbsp;I love searching through the clever ideas others have created for home organization. &amp;nbsp;I so desperately want my house to run organized and smoothly, but it seems we get so busy with our going and doing that we often push aside our routines. &amp;nbsp;I will say that things have been so much better since the implementation of our household binder, but we still have some areas of improvement. &amp;nbsp;I guess we probably alway will.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found this &lt;a href="http://listplanit.com/?hop=hermedia"&gt;website&lt;/a&gt; today through an email I receive from Organized Mom. &amp;nbsp;It has &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;M.A.N.Y.&lt;/span&gt; lists to help organize your household, AND mine. &amp;nbsp;I haven't actually purchased any of them, but I am strongly considering it. &amp;nbsp;I just don't know which area I want to purchase first. &amp;nbsp;At first glance, I like the Family Matters and Home Management. &amp;nbsp;With Spring Break right around the corner, I could stand to do a little spring cleaning. I did notice that I could pay an annual fee of $20 and print all I want. &amp;nbsp;I don't know!!! &amp;nbsp;I am still thinking. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It made my heart flutter this Monday morning, and I thought I would pass it on to you!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a blessed Monday!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/397/F82A8BF6B3442C7A35FF4208F2B37993.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24932852-3883336975156353765?l=my-3-blessings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-3-blessings.blogspot.com/feeds/3883336975156353765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24932852&amp;postID=3883336975156353765&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24932852/posts/default/3883336975156353765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24932852/posts/default/3883336975156353765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-3-blessings.blogspot.com/2010/03/lists-lists-and-more-lists.html' title='lists, lists, and more lists'/><author><name>Amy Kirkland</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R9sHat90jdI/SfSwUmw00ZI/AAAAAAAAABI/_YklxtdMTcA/S220/IMG_4287.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24932852.post-39477309692357230</id><published>2010-03-06T09:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T09:22:00.694-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my life is a circus'/><title type='text'>quick update</title><content type='html'>Things have been super busy with the Kirkland household these past few weeks. &amp;nbsp;I hate it because I can't even find time to blog. &amp;nbsp;How can that be? &amp;nbsp;Blogging is one of my favorite things to do. &amp;nbsp;Actually, I haven't even read all the blogs I follow. &amp;nbsp;UGGHHH!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our days are filled with basketball, basketball, basketball!!! &amp;nbsp;Calleigh and Carson are both coming to a close of their current basketball leagues. &amp;nbsp;Calleigh has been playing in two different leagues &lt;i&gt;at the same time.&lt;/i&gt;..in two different towns...about an hour apart. &amp;nbsp;What does this mean for us? &amp;nbsp;We start Saturday mornings in one town, watching the kids play. We grab a bite of lunch on the road, and head to the city for Calleigh's basketball with the Blue Devils. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In between the kids basketball, we have been going to Longhorn basketball games. &amp;nbsp;The high school boys basketball team made it to the playoffs. &amp;nbsp;My brother-in-law is the head coach. &amp;nbsp;Not to mention that we are huge Longhorn fans...Vega Longhorns that is. This weekend they will be playing in the Regional Tournament. &amp;nbsp;We are all super excited, yet a little nervous. &amp;nbsp;I want so badly for them to make it the state tournament next weekend. &amp;nbsp;What an amazing experience for the basketball boys, my kids, and all the Longhorn fans. &amp;nbsp;As you can see...My Life is a Circus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part of the busyness has come from my work. &amp;nbsp;Yesterday, my 7th graders had their BIG writing test. &amp;nbsp;We have working so hard to make the final preparations for their success on their test. &amp;nbsp;I hate all the stress that a state mandated test brings for teachers, but especially students. &amp;nbsp;My thoughts on state mandated testing is whole other post in itself. &amp;nbsp;Calleigh also had to take a TAKS Writing test in 4th grade. &amp;nbsp;She felt very confident in her test. &amp;nbsp;For that, I am very happy!! &amp;nbsp;Funny thing is...the prompt for her writing test was to write a composition about a time when she found something. &amp;nbsp;Guess what she wrote about...finding her iTouch....in the &lt;a href="http://my-3-blessings.blogspot.com/2010/01/snow-day-1.html"&gt;TOILET&lt;/a&gt;!!! &amp;nbsp;So glad that experience could provide a story for her 4th grade Writing TAKS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a blessed weekend!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/397/F82A8BF6B3442C7A35FF4208F2B37993.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24932852-39477309692357230?l=my-3-blessings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-3-blessings.blogspot.com/feeds/39477309692357230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24932852&amp;postID=39477309692357230&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24932852/posts/default/39477309692357230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24932852/posts/default/39477309692357230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-3-blessings.blogspot.com/2010/03/quick-update.html' title='quick update'/><author><name>Amy Kirkland</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R9sHat90jdI/SfSwUmw00ZI/AAAAAAAAABI/_YklxtdMTcA/S220/IMG_4287.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24932852.post-1184688052343307452</id><published>2010-03-05T09:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T09:51:25.053-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Longhorns'/><title type='text'>small town fans</title><content type='html'>I love living in a small town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning our boys basketball team left for the Regional Tournament in Levelland. &amp;nbsp;This stirs many emotions in me. &amp;nbsp;We had a send off this morning with the all students and teachers cheering the boys on as they leave on the bus. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I looked around, I saw so many Longhorn fans. &amp;nbsp;I saw the elementary kids, which is where my kids are, dressed in black athletic shorts, tall crazy socks, and Longhorn shirts. &amp;nbsp;I saw young kids that looked up to these high school boys as their heroes. &amp;nbsp;I saw kids that bleed black and gold, and scream and cheer without any inhibition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I looked around, I saw their fellow students that love, support, and encourage the high school boys to no end. &amp;nbsp;I saw students that have school spirit oozing from every pore. &amp;nbsp;At any given game, the high school boys paint their faces and have some crazy black and gold get up to show their school spirit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I looked around, I saw parents of the basketball boys that are welling in pride of the accomplishments of their child. &amp;nbsp;Hoping for the success that we all want so badly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I looked around, I saw coaches encouraging and supporting each other. &amp;nbsp;It brought tears to my eyes to see the coaches hug one another and give them pat on the back for support. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I looked around, I saw the community drawing together to cheer the Longhorns to another victory. &amp;nbsp;It does my heart good to look through the crowd at the basketball game and see the sea of fans that come to cheer on the Longhorns. &amp;nbsp;I can't wait to get to the ballgame today to join these fans as we celebrate the accomplishments they have made, and continue the journey to the state tourney in Austin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Longhorns, we are behind you, rootin' for you. &amp;nbsp;We love you and are so proud of you. &amp;nbsp;Go get 'em!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/397/F82A8BF6B3442C7A35FF4208F2B37993.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24932852-1184688052343307452?l=my-3-blessings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-3-blessings.blogspot.com/feeds/1184688052343307452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24932852&amp;postID=1184688052343307452&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24932852/posts/default/1184688052343307452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24932852/posts/default/1184688052343307452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-3-blessings.blogspot.com/2010/03/small-town-fans.html' title='small town fans'/><author><name>Amy Kirkland</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R9sHat90jdI/SfSwUmw00ZI/AAAAAAAAABI/_YklxtdMTcA/S220/IMG_4287.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24932852.post-4813421385069931110</id><published>2010-03-04T11:50:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T11:33:22.151-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Robby'/><title type='text'>i thought i loved you then</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Do you ever have days, weeks, months that you are consciously aware that you are more in love with your husband than you were the day before, or even the week before? &amp;nbsp;Quit honestly, this past week has been one of those weeks for me. &amp;nbsp;Nothing really happened this week that made this week that was any different than the days, weeks, or months before. &amp;nbsp;But something happened in my heart that made me fall in love with him all over again. &amp;nbsp;When I would think of him throughout the day, my heart would skip a beat, and it made me smile just thinking of how much I loved that guy. &amp;nbsp;When he would get home from work, his kiss was the very best part of my day. &amp;nbsp;I love how God does that!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;On most days, Robby is the one that works the hardest to get my attention, the one that needs my undivided attention, but receives less of my attention. &amp;nbsp;When the kids are in bed, and it is finally his turn to get my attention...I finish household chores and then I am ready to fall into bed. &amp;nbsp;Thankfully, he never complains.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Did God use Robby's ankle injury to draw us more together? &amp;nbsp;That, I do not know. &amp;nbsp;But, I do know...that this week Robby had my undivided attention for many of the hours at home. &amp;nbsp;And, I loved every minute of it. &amp;nbsp;Usually, I am not a very sympathetic person when it comes to sickness or injuries. &amp;nbsp;I try to fix the problem, then we must get well, move on. &amp;nbsp;This week, my heart was different. &amp;nbsp;It was a good feeling to know that I loved being there for him, no matter what the need was.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;It reminded me of this song by Brad Paisley that Robby and I love...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;And now you're my whole life&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;now you're my whole world&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I just can't believe the way I feel about you, girl&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; color: sienna; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; color: sienna; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;Like a river meets the sea,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;stronger than it's ever been.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;We've come so far since that day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;And I thought I loved you then&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; remember falling in love with Robby for the first time. &amp;nbsp;I was the happiest girl in the world. &amp;nbsp;He has always lavished me with his love and affection. &amp;nbsp;How could I love him more???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;But I do!! &amp;nbsp;I love him more and more with each passing day that that I am blessed to be his wife. &amp;nbsp;I love that God uses things in our daily lives to draw us closer to one another. &amp;nbsp;I don't want him to get hurt again, but I do love that I was given the opportunity to give him my undivided attention and lavish him with my love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R9sHat90jdI/S4_sgMCLQUI/AAAAAAAAA2c/XEvnDLqk1MU/s1600-h/IMG_0116.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R9sHat90jdI/S4_sgMCLQUI/AAAAAAAAA2c/XEvnDLqk1MU/IMG_0116.jpg" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Robby Kirkland....I LOVE YOU!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/397/F82A8BF6B3442C7A35FF4208F2B37993.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24932852-4813421385069931110?l=my-3-blessings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-3-blessings.blogspot.com/feeds/4813421385069931110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24932852&amp;postID=4813421385069931110&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24932852/posts/default/4813421385069931110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24932852/posts/default/4813421385069931110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-3-blessings.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-thought-i-loved-you-then.html' title='i thought i loved you then'/><author><name>Amy Kirkland</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R9sHat90jdI/SfSwUmw00ZI/AAAAAAAAABI/_YklxtdMTcA/S220/IMG_4287.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R9sHat90jdI/S4_sgMCLQUI/AAAAAAAAA2c/XEvnDLqk1MU/s72-c/IMG_0116.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24932852.post-470528906945887005</id><published>2010-03-04T10:30:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T10:34:08.954-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Carson'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Calleigh'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Robby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cydney'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my life is a circus'/><title type='text'>rock climbing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This past weekend the kids celebrated a nephews birthday but going to the new Amarillo Rock Climbing House. &amp;nbsp;Everyone had to sign a waiver to be able to climb. &amp;nbsp;As I read the waiver, it scared me to death. &amp;nbsp;What was I signing my kids up for? &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;But as it turned out...What a fun time!!! &amp;nbsp;Of course, the kids just loved it. &amp;nbsp;Carson was up and down, and all around. I am not too sure he isn't part monkey!! &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;(I forgot my camera, so pics from my phone will have to do.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R9sHat90jdI/S4_YYC5zNoI/AAAAAAAAA0k/s9ch1MTK5WI/s1600-h/IMG_1271.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R9sHat90jdI/S4_YYC5zNoI/AAAAAAAAA0k/s9ch1MTK5WI/IMG_1271.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R9sHat90jdI/S4_gTBkcWbI/AAAAAAAAA10/teCGwvalfhM/s1600-h/IMG_1277.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R9sHat90jdI/S4_gTBkcWbI/AAAAAAAAA10/teCGwvalfhM/IMG_1277.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R9sHat90jdI/S4_Yk810TTI/AAAAAAAAA08/uCogi-AjPnI/s1600-h/IMG_1298.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R9sHat90jdI/S4_Yk810TTI/AAAAAAAAA08/uCogi-AjPnI/IMG_1298.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R9sHat90jdI/S4_YnHArW9I/AAAAAAAAA1E/O4q3tr2xiRs/s1600-h/IMG_1301.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R9sHat90jdI/S4_YnHArW9I/AAAAAAAAA1E/O4q3tr2xiRs/IMG_1301.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Cydney and I...well we probably enjoyed ourselves the most. &amp;nbsp;We spend a great deal of the time in the party room enjoying the giant cookie cake. &amp;nbsp;Cookie cakes from the Great American Cookie Co. have to be one of my all time favorite things in the world. &amp;nbsp;Definitely one of my favorite things about birthday parties. &amp;nbsp;I think Cydney would agree!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R9sHat90jdI/S4_Yp2b_JOI/AAAAAAAAA1M/XbVJoj5IRNs/s1600-h/IMG_1292.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R9sHat90jdI/S4_Yp2b_JOI/AAAAAAAAA1M/XbVJoj5IRNs/IMG_1292.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R9sHat90jdI/S4_YsWzQQCI/AAAAAAAAA1U/j6DVt2gJki8/s1600-h/IMG_1290.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R9sHat90jdI/S4_YsWzQQCI/AAAAAAAAA1U/j6DVt2gJki8/IMG_1290.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Robby...another story!! &amp;nbsp;He enjoyed himself alright. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;He forgot that he was closer to 40, than 20. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;He is very athletic though, and loves being involved in sports and trying new things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R9sHat90jdI/S4_gl1aNAHI/AAAAAAAAA2E/9O8KssCHcVI/s1600-h/IMG_1304.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R9sHat90jdI/S4_gl1aNAHI/AAAAAAAAA2E/9O8KssCHcVI/IMG_1304.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;CLIMBING!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R9sHat90jdI/S4_YxUfqKlI/AAAAAAAAA1k/dMYZ4WSdlm0/s1600-h/IMG_1305.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R9sHat90jdI/S4_YxUfqKlI/AAAAAAAAA1k/dMYZ4WSdlm0/IMG_1305.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Losing his grip...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R9sHat90jdI/S4_YzsQVezI/AAAAAAAAA1s/EhBY_X9I09s/s1600-h/IMG_1307.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R9sHat90jdI/S4_YzsQVezI/AAAAAAAAA1s/EhBY_X9I09s/IMG_1307.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;OUCH!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Now, that a cruel reminder that we are close to 40!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Quit honestly, even though it is huge and swollen here...it looks really good. &amp;nbsp;As the week progressed, his entire foot was swollen, it started as purple and is now beginning to turn greenish. &amp;nbsp;Even his poor little toes have bruised. &amp;nbsp;CRAZY!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I am really not the nurse type. &amp;nbsp;I am more of a toughen up type of person. &amp;nbsp;HA!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;But, this week God has used this to soften my heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I have loved being able to take care of him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I love this GUY!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;But, I would prefer that he not go rock climbing in the near future. &amp;nbsp;He probably shouldn't push his luck with my soft heart. &amp;nbsp;hehehe!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Have a blessed DAY!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/397/F82A8BF6B3442C7A35FF4208F2B37993.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24932852-470528906945887005?l=my-3-blessings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-3-blessings.blogspot.com/feeds/470528906945887005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24932852&amp;postID=470528906945887005&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24932852/posts/default/470528906945887005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24932852/posts/default/470528906945887005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-3-blessings.blogspot.com/2010/03/rock-climbing.html' title='rock climbing'/><author><name>Amy Kirkland</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R9sHat90jdI/SfSwUmw00ZI/AAAAAAAAABI/_YklxtdMTcA/S220/IMG_4287.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R9sHat90jdI/S4_YYC5zNoI/AAAAAAAAA0k/s9ch1MTK5WI/s72-c/IMG_1271.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24932852.post-2401970977293785918</id><published>2010-03-01T08:17:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T08:17:00.654-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cydney'/><title type='text'>18 and counting...</title><content type='html'>months that is. &amp;nbsp;Since February does not have 29 days this year, I guess Cydney can officially still be 18 months old. &amp;nbsp;Which is fine by me!!! &amp;nbsp;The longer I can keep her my baby, the better. &amp;nbsp;So 18 months it is!!! &amp;nbsp;At least for another month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R9sHat90jdI/S37WYAgYQ8I/AAAAAAAAA0c/juGX_bJ4fB8/s1600-h/IMG_5425.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="269" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R9sHat90jdI/S37WYAgYQ8I/AAAAAAAAA0c/juGX_bJ4fB8/IMG_5425.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be blessed,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/397/F82A8BF6B3442C7A35FF4208F2B37993.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24932852-2401970977293785918?l=my-3-blessings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-3-blessings.blogspot.com/feeds/2401970977293785918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24932852&amp;postID=2401970977293785918&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24932852/posts/default/2401970977293785918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24932852/posts/default/2401970977293785918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-3-blessings.blogspot.com/2010/03/18-and-counting.html' title='18 and counting...'/><author><name>Amy Kirkland</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R9sHat90jdI/SfSwUmw00ZI/AAAAAAAAABI/_YklxtdMTcA/S220/IMG_4287.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R9sHat90jdI/S37WYAgYQ8I/AAAAAAAAA0c/juGX_bJ4fB8/s72-c/IMG_5425.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24932852.post-3939811342008788989</id><published>2010-02-19T10:32:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T10:32:06.425-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='household binder'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2010 goals'/><title type='text'>moving right along</title><content type='html'>I haven't forgotten my &lt;a href="http://my-3-blessings.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-years-resolutions-anyone.html"&gt;2010 goals&lt;/a&gt;. &amp;nbsp;I think about them many times, but I just haven't sat down and blogged about it. &amp;nbsp;Here it goes. &amp;nbsp;As always, I would love to hear your thoughts and suggestions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This 5 week period I am focusing on the nutrition of our family. &amp;nbsp;It is not at all that our family doesn't eat well, or that I don't cook for them. &amp;nbsp;I just believe that if I focused on more nutritious meals, I could improve the overall health of our family. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I read many of your blogs, I am in awe of the healthy food choices that you put on your table. &amp;nbsp;I want to be that mom. &amp;nbsp;I want their bodies to be well nourished because they are so active with their daily activities and sports.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past weekend I was in the health food store searching for things for myself. &amp;nbsp;As I was talking to one of the ladies that obviously knew much more than I do about healthy eating, she said to me...&lt;br /&gt;If your kids aren't getting enough fat in their diets, their bodies begin to crave sugar. &amp;nbsp;Actually, she made me feel like a failure as a mother because I am not properly nourishing them. &amp;nbsp;Whatever!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, it was like a lightbulb went off for me. &amp;nbsp;I have tried and tried to cut back on the sugar intake of my kids, but it is a struggle. &amp;nbsp;They fight tooth and nail. &amp;nbsp;But it made sense...it is more than just not eating sugar. &amp;nbsp;Their bodies are craving the sugar, and they can't fight it. &amp;nbsp;Our biggest struggle is at the end of the school day when they haven't had anything to eat since they had lunch at 11:00 that morning. &amp;nbsp;So by 3:30, they are starving!!! &amp;nbsp;The first thing their body craves is sugar, sugar, sugar!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I have heard that simple sugars can suppress the immune system, causing one to suffer from sickness. &amp;nbsp;I have not found any research that proves this theory, but it just makes me think. &amp;nbsp;What is sugar doing to our bodies???? &amp;nbsp;I did find this &lt;a href="http://www.healingdaily.com/detoxification-diet/sugar.htm"&gt;site&lt;/a&gt; and this &lt;a href="http://www.mercola.com/article/sugar/dangers_of_sugar.htm"&gt;one&lt;/a&gt; too that provided a lot of scary information. &amp;nbsp;I know that I have to take it with a grain of salt. &amp;nbsp;We can't totally cut sugar. &amp;nbsp;We can't completely quit living.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our &lt;a href="http://my-3-blessings.blogspot.com/2010/01/plan-in-action.html"&gt;household binder&lt;/a&gt; includes a section for meal planning. &amp;nbsp;Some weeks, I have done very good at this. &amp;nbsp;Others, not so much!!! &amp;nbsp;One of my other problems is coming up with new, fresh ideas for meals in our house. &amp;nbsp;I feel like I cook the same things over and over. &amp;nbsp;It is things we like, but eat repeatedly. &amp;nbsp;I found this &lt;a href="http://throughjennyslens.blogspot.com/search/label/meal%20plan"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt; that posts weekly meal plans. &amp;nbsp;I love the varying foods that she prepares for her family. &amp;nbsp;I can't help but notice the amount of money she spends on groceries a week. &amp;nbsp;WOW, what an amazing thing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With all this being said...I am focusing on these few things in our nutrition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;healthy meal choices that vary more&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;lowering grocery cost&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;carefully evaluating the intake of sugar&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;regularly taking vitamins to benefit our health&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;trying to include the needed fat and protein in my children's diet&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is going to be a lot of planning and preparation. &amp;nbsp;Something I am worried about, because I have very little time to actually include this in my day. &amp;nbsp;However, I think this is something I really have to take the time to plan. &amp;nbsp;One thing is for sure, if I don't plan it, we will go back to the same thing we are currently doing that isn't working like I want it to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hope your 2010 goals are moving right along as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Be blessed,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/397/F82A8BF6B3442C7A35FF4208F2B37993.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24932852-3939811342008788989?l=my-3-blessings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-3-blessings.blogspot.com/feeds/3939811342008788989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24932852&amp;postID=3939811342008788989&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24932852/posts/default/3939811342008788989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24932852/posts/default/3939811342008788989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-3-blessings.blogspot.com/2010/02/moving-right-along.html' title='moving right along'/><author><name>Amy Kirkland</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R9sHat90jdI/SfSwUmw00ZI/AAAAAAAAABI/_YklxtdMTcA/S220/IMG_4287.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24932852.post-353865540201445490</id><published>2010-02-18T08:18:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T08:18:00.126-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cydney'/><title type='text'>o.r.e.o.</title><content type='html'>Ms. Cydney teaches us the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: line-through;"&gt;correct&lt;/span&gt; cutest way to eat an oreo cookie....yummy!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R9sHat90jdI/S3wlRcnyl2I/AAAAAAAAAzk/AryVqhh95LY/s1600-h/IMG_5399.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R9sHat90jdI/S3wlRcnyl2I/AAAAAAAAAzk/AryVqhh95LY/IMG_5399.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R9sHat90jdI/S3wlU8hMgII/AAAAAAAAAzs/3dM_ZUUCst4/s1600-h/IMG_5402.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R9sHat90jdI/S3wlU8hMgII/AAAAAAAAAzs/3dM_ZUUCst4/IMG_5402.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R9sHat90jdI/S3wlZ2o3nPI/AAAAAAAAA0E/fSjFQ4Fbf68/s1600-h/IMG_5440.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R9sHat90jdI/S3wlZ2o3nPI/AAAAAAAAA0E/fSjFQ4Fbf68/IMG_5440.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;YIP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;...eats the filling, not the cookie!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R9sHat90jdI/S3wlcM1MjvI/AAAAAAAAA0M/vdrQS-UwzlM/s1600-h/IMG_5451.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R9sHat90jdI/S3wlcM1MjvI/AAAAAAAAA0M/vdrQS-UwzlM/IMG_5451.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;HAPPY!!!!...I love this kid!!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/397/F82A8BF6B3442C7A35FF4208F2B37993.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24932852-353865540201445490?l=my-3-blessings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-3-blessings.blogspot.com/feeds/353865540201445490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24932852&amp;postID=353865540201445490&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24932852/posts/default/353865540201445490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24932852/posts/default/353865540201445490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-3-blessings.blogspot.com/2010/02/oreo.html' title='o.r.e.o.'/><author><name>Amy Kirkland</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R9sHat90jdI/SfSwUmw00ZI/AAAAAAAAABI/_YklxtdMTcA/S220/IMG_4287.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R9sHat90jdI/S3wlRcnyl2I/AAAAAAAAAzk/AryVqhh95LY/s72-c/IMG_5399.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24932852.post-2703713229133416941</id><published>2010-02-17T08:22:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T08:22:00.194-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Carson'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wordless wednesday'/><title type='text'>wordless wednesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;My Life is A Circus...and the circus has been in full&amp;nbsp;swing the past few weeks. &amp;nbsp;Between&amp;nbsp;Junior class sponsor&amp;nbsp;and planning a prom, basketball with the kids, and managing our home...I am tired. &amp;nbsp;Not to mention the fact that the inches and inches of snow that fell almost three weeks ago is lingering around forever. &amp;nbsp;For two weeks, the sun failed to show it's bright and shiny face. &amp;nbsp;It has made me feel gloomy and I have&amp;nbsp;had nothing inspiring to tell you...so, I didn't blog. &amp;nbsp;All this snow has made me think of those that live in the "frozen tundra" as Mckmama would say...I just couldn't do it. I could not live where there is an enormous amount of snow for many, many months. &amp;nbsp;I am cold, and extremely tired of mud being strewn through my house. &amp;nbsp;I am tired of ski clothes piled everywhere.&amp;nbsp; I am tired of kids bundling up to play in the snow for 10 minutes and then come in soaking wet and freezing....and whining.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;But this one thing I do know...my husbands wheat crop is lavishing in this moisture. &amp;nbsp; For that, I am thankful!! Extremely thankful!! &amp;nbsp;I am praying now that the crops escape any&amp;nbsp;severe weather&amp;nbsp;that tends to come our way during the spring months, and he has a bountiful harvest this year. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R9sHat90jdI/S3tCyMMI7gI/AAAAAAAAAy0/X5hmjFfiAks/s1600-h/IMG_5338.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ct="true" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R9sHat90jdI/S3tCyMMI7gI/AAAAAAAAAy0/X5hmjFfiAks/IMG_5338.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R9sHat90jdI/S3tCPAw8o6I/AAAAAAAAAys/gFTmRQkjmGE/s1600-h/IMG_5325.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ct="true" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R9sHat90jdI/S3tCPAw8o6I/AAAAAAAAAys/gFTmRQkjmGE/IMG_5325.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Calleigh and I spent weekend before last traveling with her basketball team. &amp;nbsp;They played in a 5th/6th grade tournament (they are all 4th graders) and placed 2nd. &amp;nbsp;I&amp;nbsp;am so proud of them all. &amp;nbsp;They played terrific. &amp;nbsp;However, it was lots and lots of basketball crammed into two days, and it made for a really exhausting week last week.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;We drove worrying about where we were going to hit the impending weather.&amp;nbsp; I am a fair weather girl...if there must be weather, I want to be home!!&amp;nbsp; We made it home safe and sound...no weather.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R9sHat90jdI/S3td1ib0BqI/AAAAAAAAAy8/TVKFQixamXU/s1600-h/IMG_5712.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ct="true" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R9sHat90jdI/S3td1ib0BqI/AAAAAAAAAy8/TVKFQixamXU/IMG_5712.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://my-3-blessings.blogspot.com/2010/01/snow-day-1.html"&gt;Remember&lt;/a&gt; during the snow storm, Cydney sent Calleigh's itouch swimming in the toilet??? &amp;nbsp;It is still alive and well. &amp;nbsp;On the other hand, Carson took his itouch to school with him and someone stepped on his backpack and crushed the face of his itouch. &amp;nbsp;I had one of my not so proud mothering moments. &amp;nbsp;After I blew my steam, I had to apologize to Carson for being so hard on him. &amp;nbsp;We sent it off to Apple, and we should be receiving a new itouch this week sometime. Hopefully we will take better care of our new "toys."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope your have had a fantastic two weeks.&amp;nbsp; Be blessed!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/397/F82A8BF6B3442C7A35FF4208F2B37993.png" style="-webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: transparent; border-bottom-width: 0px !important; border-left-width: 0px !important; border-right-width: 0px !important; border-top-width: 0px !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24932852-8021037837511607584?l=my-3-blessings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-3-blessings.blogspot.com/feeds/8021037837511607584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24932852&amp;postID=8021037837511607584&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24932852/posts/default/8021037837511607584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24932852/posts/default/8021037837511607584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-3-blessings.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-am-still-here.html' title='i am still here'/><author><name>Amy Kirkland</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R9sHat90jdI/SfSwUmw00ZI/AAAAAAAAABI/_YklxtdMTcA/S220/IMG_4287.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R9sHat90jdI/S3tCyMMI7gI/AAAAAAAAAy0/X5hmjFfiAks/s72-c/IMG_5338.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24932852.post-9013195969198778604</id><published>2010-02-04T11:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T11:49:04.567-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my life is a circus'/><title type='text'>we made the news</title><content type='html'>It almost never happens that our little town makes the news. &amp;nbsp;On the occasion we do make the news, it for our athletic teams making it to the playoffs, or a huge drug bust taken place on I-40. &amp;nbsp;That is common news around here. &amp;nbsp;Almost doesn't even phase us anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But news like this....NEVER!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;News like this happens in California, or Haiti...not in Vega.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R9sHat90jdI/S2sEzehOa2I/AAAAAAAAAyU/sTQhX_dl_Q4/s1600-h/earthquake(1).jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="238" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R9sHat90jdI/S2sEzehOa2I/AAAAAAAAAyU/sTQhX_dl_Q4/earthquake(1).jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You heard it first...an earthquake in our tiny town. &amp;nbsp;Well, it wasn't actually the epicenter. &amp;nbsp;But here in the middle of no where....it's all relative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;VEGA, TEXAS --&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;If you live in or near Vega then you may have felt a little rumbling Thursday morning. The US Geological Survey recorded a earthquake 12 miles north north east of Vega. According to the USGS the quake measured 3.8 on the Richter scale. We have a crew headed that way. Stay tuned to Pronews 7 and be sure to check back here at connectamarillo.com for an update.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;That's it!! &amp;nbsp;Four sentences!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It didn't mention that people were panicked and running through the streets. &amp;nbsp;Or that house crumbled to rubble. &amp;nbsp;Or that my satellite dish was not working. &amp;nbsp;Oh wait, that could be because it is frozen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Nope, we are all just happy, healthy, snowy, and frozen today. &amp;nbsp;A few did feel it, but not my house. &amp;nbsp;We snoozed right through each and every tremble. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I might should go home this afternoon and see if the pictures are hanging a little crooked, or there are cracks in the walls. &amp;nbsp;Well that might be due to the three ring circus that takes place each day in that very house....not an earthquake. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hope your day is warm and blessed!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/397/F82A8BF6B3442C7A35FF4208F2B37993.png" style="-webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px !important; border-color: initial !important; border-left-width: 0px !important; border-right-width: 0px !important; border-style: initial !important; border-top-width: 0px !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24932852-9013195969198778604?l=my-3-blessings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-3-blessings.blogspot.com/feeds/9013195969198778604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24932852&amp;postID=9013195969198778604&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24932852/posts/default/9013195969198778604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24932852/posts/default/9013195969198778604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-3-blessings.blogspot.com/2010/02/we-made-news.html' title='we made the news'/><author><name>Amy Kirkland</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R9sHat90jdI/SfSwUmw00ZI/AAAAAAAAABI/_YklxtdMTcA/S220/IMG_4287.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R9sHat90jdI/S2sEzehOa2I/AAAAAAAAAyU/sTQhX_dl_Q4/s72-c/earthquake(1).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24932852.post-3948057498103673765</id><published>2010-02-01T08:46:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T08:58:04.399-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='not me monday'/><title type='text'>not me monday</title><content type='html'>Welcome to Not Me! Monday! This blog carnival was created by&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.mycharmingkids.net/"&gt;MckMama&lt;/a&gt;. You can head over to&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Ca"&gt;her&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;blog to read what she and everyone else have NOT been doing this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.mycharmingkids.net/"&gt; &lt;img src="http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r208/jennisajoy/OUAB/NotMeMondaySIDEBAR180x180.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;span style="white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;span style="white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;Well, it's Monday again.  I am not wanting to go back to work today.  No, really I am not...but I did.  It was an eventful week at our house...have a blessed week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was &lt;i&gt;not&lt;/i&gt; praying Wednesday night that this snow storm would pack the punch the weatherman was saying it would. &amp;nbsp;I was exhausted and needed a day off from work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was &lt;i&gt;not&lt;/i&gt; thoroughly excited when my phone rang at 6:00 Thursday morning telling me that school was cancelled due to the weather. &amp;nbsp;My heart did &lt;i&gt;not&lt;/i&gt; do backflips!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did &lt;i&gt;not&lt;/i&gt; jump right back in my warm bed in hopes of sleeping in for about 3 more hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did &lt;i&gt;not&lt;/i&gt; want to scream when my two older children came running in my room at 6:50 asking if school was cancelled. &amp;nbsp;What about my intention of sleeping in? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My day did &lt;i&gt;not&lt;/i&gt; go &lt;a href="http://my-3-blessings.blogspot.com/2010/01/snow-day-1.html"&gt;down hill&lt;/a&gt; from there...resulting in loss of patience, exasperation, and a few funny pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did &lt;i&gt;not&lt;/i&gt; get a little angry with my hubby when he asked if I would fix lunch for the feedyard work crew during the snowstorm. &amp;nbsp;Nope, I love helping out whenever and wherever I can...even if it is my day off and even if it means cooking for 20+ people. &amp;nbsp;I am just that way!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did &lt;i&gt;not&lt;/i&gt; stay in my pajamas for 2 1/2 days because I knew we weren't going anywhere. &amp;nbsp;My car was snowed into my garage and I had no way of escaping. &amp;nbsp;Everyone else was snowed in too, so no one was coming to visit either. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did &lt;i&gt;not&lt;/i&gt; l.o.v.e. being in my jammies even if it was for 2 1/2 days. &amp;nbsp;I did &lt;i&gt;not&lt;/i&gt; mind being a bum one single bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am &lt;i&gt;not&lt;/i&gt; sick of these 13+ inches of snow because it makes my kids think they have to be outside playing in it. &amp;nbsp;Which makes for cold, whiney kids and lots and lots of wet laundry. &amp;nbsp;I have nothing else to do...why not do laundry? &amp;nbsp;Especially since my kitchen is so clean...(smile!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a week...have a great one!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/397/F82A8BF6B3442C7A35FF4208F2B37993.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24932852-3948057498103673765?l=my-3-blessings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-3-blessings.blogspot.com/feeds/3948057498103673765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24932852&amp;postID=3948057498103673765&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24932852/posts/default/3948057498103673765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24932852/posts/default/3948057498103673765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-3-blessings.blogspot.com/2010/01/not-me-monday_31.html' title='not me monday'/><author><name>Amy Kirkland</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R9sHat90jdI/SfSwUmw00ZI/AAAAAAAAABI/_YklxtdMTcA/S220/IMG_4287.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r208/jennisajoy/OUAB/th_NotMeMondaySIDEBAR180x180.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24932852.post-8124017558569996845</id><published>2010-01-31T22:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T22:01:30.516-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2010 goals'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my life is a circus'/><title type='text'>made my heart pitter patter</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://my-3-blessings.blogspot.com/2010/01/snow-day-3.html"&gt;Yesterday&lt;/a&gt; I passed on the Fly Lady's&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.flylady.net/pages/begin_babysteps.asp"&gt;website&lt;/a&gt;. &amp;nbsp;Her focus for the month of January &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: line-through;"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt; was developing a habit of cleaning your kitchen sink everyday. &amp;nbsp;This is also Day 1 of her 31 day challenge to bring order to your life and home. &amp;nbsp;(That's a full time job in my house.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After writing my post, I did it. &amp;nbsp;I tackled that kitchen sink with great gusto. &amp;nbsp;I was excited that at least my kitchen sink would be clean. &amp;nbsp;The excitement transpired to a good cleaning and bleaching of my entire kitchen. &amp;nbsp;All the cabinets wiped down, the cabinet tops sparkling, the knobs disinfected, and even the tile. &amp;nbsp;All the junk and mail strewn over the island is gone. &amp;nbsp;All that sits there tonight is my camera and an extra lens. &amp;nbsp;Nothing to keep it company...ahhh!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But each time I walked through my kitchen this afternoon, it made my heart go pitter patter. &amp;nbsp;What is it about a clean kitchen makes the whole house seem so much cleaner? &amp;nbsp;It's crazy!! Cydney's toys could be all over the living room...I can just walk right through them to the recliner to rock her. &amp;nbsp;But a messy kitchen makes my stomach wrench.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not tonight though...a clean kitchen it is in our home. &amp;nbsp;And a smile on this mommy's face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight all...have a blessed week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/397/F82A8BF6B3442C7A35FF4208F2B37993.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24932852-8124017558569996845?l=my-3-blessings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-3-blessings.blogspot.com/feeds/8124017558569996845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24932852&amp;postID=8124017558569996845&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24932852/posts/default/8124017558569996845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24932852/posts/default/8124017558569996845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-3-blessings.blogspot.com/2010/01/made-my-heart-pitter-patter.html' title='made my heart pitter patter'/><author><name>Amy Kirkland</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R9sHat90jdI/SfSwUmw00ZI/AAAAAAAAABI/_YklxtdMTcA/S220/IMG_4287.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24932852.post-8209159330025259612</id><published>2010-01-30T15:57:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T15:57:34.016-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2010 goals'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my life is a circus'/><title type='text'>snow day #3</title><content type='html'>Before the snow settled in this week, a dear friend stopped me on the side of the road (we can do things like this in our &lt;i&gt;small&lt;/i&gt; town) and shared with me some information that she had on organizing and bringing order to our circus. &amp;nbsp;Honestly, I threw it on the dash of my car for the moment with every intention of going through it with a fine tooth comb later that evening. &amp;nbsp;As you well know, this month has been dedicated to bringing organization to the chaos of our home. &amp;nbsp;We have done really well in some areas, and still have some work to do in other areas. &amp;nbsp;What I want is for our home to function smoothly and orderly. &amp;nbsp;What I don't want is for our house to lose all flexibility and those that live with me to feel like they can't really "live" here. &amp;nbsp;I often lose practicality and want everything in order. &amp;nbsp;Robby has to remind me that we live here...our home is not a show home, but one filled with growing children and lots of love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When mother nature dumped a foot of snow in my yard, we were grounded to our home for going on day 3 now. &amp;nbsp;The kids are going crazy. &amp;nbsp;They need to fulfill the social needs they have missed the last two days of school. &amp;nbsp;But myself, not so much. &amp;nbsp;I love it!!! &amp;nbsp;I love that my car in snowed into the garage. &amp;nbsp;I love that my sweet hubby hasn't had a single minute to clear our driveway. &amp;nbsp;I love it that I have not had to wear make-up for three straight days. &amp;nbsp;I did get out of my pajamas today and wear REAL clothes. &amp;nbsp;I also love that I have had an opportunity to get a few things accomplished in my house. &amp;nbsp;One of the main things was clearing the sea of mail, school papers, and junk from my island. &amp;nbsp;Hubby and I have always had this issue with coming into the house and dumping everything in our hands on the island. &amp;nbsp;Over a few days...it begins to unravel my nerves. &amp;nbsp;I become a little psychotic...just ask Robby and the kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being snowed in, I also took some time to look at the bundle of papers given to me by my friend. &amp;nbsp;This little bundle of papers was from the &lt;a href="http://www.flylady.net/"&gt;Fly Lady&lt;/a&gt;. &amp;nbsp;The name rings a bell to me, but not really sure why. &amp;nbsp;As I began reading through the bundle of papers from my friend, I realized that I was already doing some of the things that the Fly Lady suggested. &amp;nbsp;I don't know about you, but it feels good when something we are already doing is affirmed by a "professional."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are looking for some organizational tips or a complete makeover of your household organization, I encourage you to head over to &lt;a href="http://www.flylady.net/pages/begin_babysteps.asp"&gt;Fly Lady's website&lt;/a&gt; and see what she has to say. &amp;nbsp;She surely doesn't say to dump the entire house into the front to begin your makeover, but to take baby steps into making your home the happy place for you and your family. &amp;nbsp;She has a 31 day plan. &amp;nbsp;I haven't even looked through the entire plan, but I like the sound of Day 1. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for now, I am off to shine my sink. &amp;nbsp;For real...the kids are out playing in the snow. &amp;nbsp;Cydney is playing with her baby. &amp;nbsp;What better time to take a few minutes to complete Day 1...shining my sink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a super Saturday!! &amp;nbsp;Be blessed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/397/F82A8BF6B3442C7A35FF4208F2B37993.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24932852-8209159330025259612?l=my-3-blessings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-3-blessings.blogspot.com/feeds/8209159330025259612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24932852&amp;postID=8209159330025259612&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24932852/posts/default/8209159330025259612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24932852/posts/default/8209159330025259612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-3-blessings.blogspot.com/2010/01/snow-day-3.html' title='snow day #3'/><author><name>Amy Kirkland</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R9sHat90jdI/SfSwUmw00ZI/AAAAAAAAABI/_YklxtdMTcA/S220/IMG_4287.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24932852.post-8328644650350919200</id><published>2010-01-29T20:58:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T20:58:24.366-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my life is a circus'/><title type='text'>snow day #2</title><content type='html'>Once again this morning someone forgot to deliver the message to my children that this was a SNOW DAY, and we could sleep in. &amp;nbsp;This time, however, was not the older ones, but the lil' Miss. &amp;nbsp;She was wide awake and crying at 7:30 this morning. &amp;nbsp;Ugh!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, rather than the day go down hill from there, we had a quit enjoyable day together. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was no smoke or smoke alarms, or fire in the fireplace for that matter. &lt;br /&gt;There was no need for swim goggles, but ski goggles were handy today.&lt;br /&gt;There was no birds in the house, or hardly even kids.&lt;br /&gt;Best of all, there were no swimming iTouches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can thankfully report that the swimming iTouch has been revived and appears to be functioning in perfect form. &amp;nbsp;God even heals technology...thankfully!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids were dying to get bundled up and break down the snow drifts. &amp;nbsp;It was still so cold out, so I made them wait until afternoon. &amp;nbsp;That didn't stop them from asking a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: line-through;"&gt;million&lt;/span&gt; few times. &amp;nbsp;Finally, they made it out in the freezing winds and snow. &amp;nbsp;I told them they had to stay out at least 30 minutes. &amp;nbsp;It took at least that long to get all bundled up. &amp;nbsp;Honestly, I thought they would never make it. &amp;nbsp;BUT, I was wrong. &amp;nbsp;They weathered the freezing temperatures and whipping wind to enjoy an afternoon of fun in the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: line-through;"&gt;sun&lt;/span&gt; snow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this cold weather has me longing for warm, tropical temperatures. &amp;nbsp;I kinda roll that way...fair weather girl &amp;nbsp;Robby and I have been planning on taking the kids on a cruise this summer to celebrate our 15th anniversary. &amp;nbsp;We have some great friends that married the same summer as we did, and their children are the same ages as our first two. &amp;nbsp;As of 11:23am this morning, &amp;nbsp;the eight of us (yes, Cydney is staying home) will be heading to the tropical waters of Jamaica, Grand Cayman, and Cozumel in July. &amp;nbsp;Thinking about the warm temperatures of this this tropical vacation at least made it feel a little warmer in our small Texas town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you are safe and warm where ever you are. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessings,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/397/F82A8BF6B3442C7A35FF4208F2B37993.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24932852-8328644650350919200?l=my-3-blessings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-3-blessings.blogspot.com/feeds/8328644650350919200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24932852&amp;postID=8328644650350919200&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24932852/posts/default/8328644650350919200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24932852/posts/default/8328644650350919200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-3-blessings.blogspot.com/2010/01/snow-day-2.html' title='snow day #2'/><author><name>Amy Kirkland</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R9sHat90jdI/SfSwUmw00ZI/AAAAAAAAABI/_YklxtdMTcA/S220/IMG_4287.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
