<?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-28983091</id><updated>2012-02-01T06:15:45.601-05:00</updated><category term='TOOK'/><category term='My husband/Tumor'/><category term='H'/><category term='Navy'/><category term='is'/><title type='text'>Living for the simple things in life</title><subtitle type='html'>I am 47 years old; I am a wife of one, a mother of seven, and a grandmother of four. I enjoy listening to and singing many different styles of Christian music.  I enjoy blogging because it helps me relax.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boazeugene.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28983091/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boazeugene.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28983091/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11520419892602571761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sxo2xvnkVqw/R9m4AhP7MYI/AAAAAAAABQw/EIvJqCQy4Mo/S220/Day+at+the+Mall+057.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>592</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28983091.post-1723552199306046150</id><published>2011-01-05T17:03:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-05T17:09:27.757-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My first day off</title><content type='html'>I got to keep Lincoln today while Aaron and Mirta went to the mall. He was such a good boy! I also made a dessert for tonight. We are getting all our kids together so we can get a few good pictures of everyone. I had a great day already. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crescent Sopaipilla / Sopapilla Cheesecake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•  2 (8 ounce) packages cream cheese &lt;br /&gt;•  2 (8 ounce) packages refrigerated crescent dinner rolls &lt;br /&gt;•  1 cup sugar &lt;br /&gt;•  1 teaspoon vanilla extract or 1 teaspoon almond extract &lt;br /&gt;•  1/2 cup margarine or 1/2 cup butter, melted &lt;br /&gt;•  1/2 cup cinnamon sugar &lt;br /&gt;Change Measurements: US | Metric &lt;br /&gt;Directions:&lt;br /&gt;Prep Time: 30 mins&lt;br /&gt;Total Time: 1 hr&lt;br /&gt;1.  1 Using a 9 x 13 baking pan, unroll one package of refrigerated crescent rolls and line the bottom of the pan. &lt;br /&gt;2.  2 Flatten. &lt;br /&gt;3.  3 Mix together the cream cheese, sugar and extract. &lt;br /&gt;4.  4 Spread over the crescent rolls. &lt;br /&gt;5.  5 Unroll the other can of crescent rolls and place on top of cream cheese mixture. &lt;br /&gt;6.  6 Pour one stick of melted butter or margarine over the top and sprinkle with about 1/2 cup of the cinnamon sugar mixture. &lt;br /&gt;7.  7 Bake at 350 degrees for 30 minutes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28983091-1723552199306046150?l=boazeugene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boazeugene.blogspot.com/feeds/1723552199306046150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28983091&amp;postID=1723552199306046150&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28983091/posts/default/1723552199306046150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28983091/posts/default/1723552199306046150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boazeugene.blogspot.com/2011/01/my-first-day-off.html' title='My first day off'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11520419892602571761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sxo2xvnkVqw/R9m4AhP7MYI/AAAAAAAABQw/EIvJqCQy4Mo/S220/Day+at+the+Mall+057.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28983091.post-8683759309756331845</id><published>2010-12-25T11:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-25T11:18:19.028-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sxo2xvnkVqw/TRYZE7-lE6I/AAAAAAAACo8/J_dn8_vw51w/s1600/Lincoln.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sxo2xvnkVqw/TRYZE7-lE6I/AAAAAAAACo8/J_dn8_vw51w/s320/Lincoln.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554654763018425250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Baby Lincoln&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas from our family to all of you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28983091-8683759309756331845?l=boazeugene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boazeugene.blogspot.com/feeds/8683759309756331845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28983091&amp;postID=8683759309756331845&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28983091/posts/default/8683759309756331845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28983091/posts/default/8683759309756331845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boazeugene.blogspot.com/2010/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11520419892602571761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sxo2xvnkVqw/R9m4AhP7MYI/AAAAAAAABQw/EIvJqCQy4Mo/S220/Day+at+the+Mall+057.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sxo2xvnkVqw/TRYZE7-lE6I/AAAAAAAACo8/J_dn8_vw51w/s72-c/Lincoln.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28983091.post-5168315581736522266</id><published>2010-12-14T20:18:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-14T20:58:32.428-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Daughter is getting Married</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sxo2xvnkVqw/TQgcbHLP9cI/AAAAAAAACok/hv9GhEEt5hw/s1600/John%2Band%2BBecca.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 238px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sxo2xvnkVqw/TQgcbHLP9cI/AAAAAAAACok/hv9GhEEt5hw/s320/John%2Band%2BBecca.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550717792842413506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John and Becca&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My baby girl is getting married in February. I am so excited for my daughter but sad for her me. When I think of all the things that are going to change around our house, it just makes me almost want to cry. I am so happy for Becca and John is a sweetheart and a wonderful man. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my daughter walks in the room she lights up the place. She has a terrific smile and a very bubbly laugh, big and hardy like her mama's. My daughter is a hair dresser, now who is going to keep me looking good? Who is going to wax me? Buy me the best shampoos? who, who who?? That's what I would like to know? Hello! our girls night out? This is just not going to work. I am changing my mind as I write. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My girl will be a beautiful bride.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28983091-5168315581736522266?l=boazeugene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boazeugene.blogspot.com/feeds/5168315581736522266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28983091&amp;postID=5168315581736522266&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28983091/posts/default/5168315581736522266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28983091/posts/default/5168315581736522266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boazeugene.blogspot.com/2010/12/my-daughter-is-getting-married.html' title='My Daughter is getting Married'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11520419892602571761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sxo2xvnkVqw/R9m4AhP7MYI/AAAAAAAABQw/EIvJqCQy4Mo/S220/Day+at+the+Mall+057.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sxo2xvnkVqw/TQgcbHLP9cI/AAAAAAAACok/hv9GhEEt5hw/s72-c/John%2Band%2BBecca.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28983091.post-3685071113397625869</id><published>2010-12-13T12:04:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T12:14:45.967-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Almost time for Christmas</title><content type='html'>Last night was a very productive night for me. I got a lot of Christmas shopping done online. I have all my shopping done for my grandchildren and my husband is all done. I am so very happy! Tonight I plan on trying to get my son and daughter in law finished up and work on my boy's.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28983091-3685071113397625869?l=boazeugene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boazeugene.blogspot.com/feeds/3685071113397625869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28983091&amp;postID=3685071113397625869&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28983091/posts/default/3685071113397625869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28983091/posts/default/3685071113397625869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boazeugene.blogspot.com/2010/12/almost-time-for-christmas.html' title='Almost time for Christmas'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11520419892602571761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sxo2xvnkVqw/R9m4AhP7MYI/AAAAAAAABQw/EIvJqCQy4Mo/S220/Day+at+the+Mall+057.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28983091.post-8037035469489476724</id><published>2010-11-28T16:50:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-28T16:58:33.096-05:00</updated><title type='text'>We have a beautiful baby boy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sxo2xvnkVqw/TPLQO1RaSZI/AAAAAAAACoM/DJH1hMtK0io/s1600/Aaron%2Band%2BMirta.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sxo2xvnkVqw/TPLQO1RaSZI/AAAAAAAACoM/DJH1hMtK0io/s320/Aaron%2Band%2BMirta.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544723044483352978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaron, Mirta and Lincoln&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few weeks ago I blogged that I was going to be a grandma for the fourth time. That time arrived this past Monday morning at 1:20 a.m. Our precious Lincoln James was born. He weighed 6lbs 1oz and was 19 1/2 inches long.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28983091-8037035469489476724?l=boazeugene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boazeugene.blogspot.com/feeds/8037035469489476724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28983091&amp;postID=8037035469489476724&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28983091/posts/default/8037035469489476724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28983091/posts/default/8037035469489476724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boazeugene.blogspot.com/2010/11/we-have-beautiful-baby-boy.html' title='We have a beautiful baby boy'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11520419892602571761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sxo2xvnkVqw/R9m4AhP7MYI/AAAAAAAABQw/EIvJqCQy4Mo/S220/Day+at+the+Mall+057.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sxo2xvnkVqw/TPLQO1RaSZI/AAAAAAAACoM/DJH1hMtK0io/s72-c/Aaron%2Band%2BMirta.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28983091.post-9026496726228903349</id><published>2010-10-28T15:26:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-28T15:42:13.007-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My little Joshua, He would have been 24 today</title><content type='html'>It is hard for me to think that my little guy would be 24 today if he would still be with us. I really had to fight back the tears today at work. I don't allow my mind to think about that day in Feb. when my baby stopped breathing but it seems on his birthday, I can't help thinking about him. I wonder what he would have been like? What he would be doing right now if he would still be here with us. What he would have looked like? He was our little angel. We only had him for 3 short months but he brought so much love into our home. My boy Bret loved that little boy as much as his dad and I did. I will always be grateful that God blessed me with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5997/3077/1600/Joshua.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5997/3077/320/Joshua.1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joshua was a normal healthy baby. He weighed 7 1/2 pounds when he was born. Joshua was a very good sleeper; he would sleep any where from 8-10 hours each night. He fussed like normal babies, but for the most part he was very good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have told only a few people that I had a son that died of "SIDS". Only a few of my closer friends at church are aware of this. I guess it is because I really don't want people to look at me to pity me.  I feel at times that we try to out do one another with our testimonies. I don't know why, but I have never given my testimony at my church. I was once asked to, but I declined saying I really didn't want to at that time. I am grateful for the joy that Joshua brought to my life. I don't feel sorry for myself in the least bit. I am grateful for how that little guy blessed my heart each day. His smile brighten up even the saddest of days. We had no money, but we had a lot of love in our home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are all sinners and needed Christ to come and die on the cross for our sins. No testimony is better than His. He did the sacrificing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Moreover, brethren, I declare unto you the gospel . . . that Christ died for our sins according to the Scriptures; and that He was buried, and that He rose again on the third day according to the Scriptures.   I Corinthians 15:1-4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joshua died February 5th 1987. I could see the seen in my head for a very long time after Joshua died. Strange thing, I was really upset that day about having to leave Joshua to go to work. I worked at a little general store; it was right around the corner from my house. I only worked 2 hours a day,  4 days a week. This was enough money to keep Joshua in diapers. My husband worked midnights; I had to wake him up to watch Joshua this particular day. I would normally put him down for his nap, so I would not have to wake my husband. Joshua wanted me to play with him and hold him. I thought this was the reason for my uneasy feeling about leaving him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My boss had given me an advance on my paycheck so I could buy Joshua diapers. We were very poor at the time. I had quit my job as a bank teller to stay home and raise Joshua. My husband, bless his heart, only made $4.00 an hour at that time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I promised my employer I would be in the next day. This happened to be the day he passed away. My husband put Joshua down so he could take his shower and be all ready when I came home from work. He would always have Joshua up when I got home from work. My husband knew when I walked in the door; I would always want to see Josh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so upset at work, my boss told me to go home early. Like I said, I lived minutes away from this store. My husband had my 8 year old son call me to tell me to come home right away. (I had already left to come home) When I walked in the room, my husband was giving Joshua CPR. It was a scene that I will remember for the rest of my life. I had never heard of SIDS before; I thought Joshua must have choked on something. He was only three months old, but I couldn't figure out why he wasn't breathing. I remember grabbing him from my husband and slapping him on the back to try to free what ever he had swallowed, only formula came out. He was an awful shade of blue at this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ambulance came and took him to a local hospital; they worked on Josh for what seemed like hours. Finally, they came out and told us they had done all they could. I will admit it was very hard, I wanted to blame someone, anyone, but who was to blame? After that, I looked at people with babies and couldn't figure out why it had to be my baby. I didn't want it to be anyone else’s baby. I just wanted my son back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day's that followed are truly a fog to me. I remember trying to hold it together at the viewing. People would try to say things to comfort me, but there were really no words that they could say at that time to bring me any comfort. I longed to hold my baby in my arms. The funeral was a nightmare, I remember my husband making me leave the casket and get in the car to drive to the cemetery. After a few years, God did bring me the comfort that only He could give. I posted about this a few days ago. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They have so much information on SIDS now, back then I had never heard of it. I would have never thought that my baby would die in his sleep. I think they figured out that babies are belly breathers. It isn't until later that they become chest (lung) breathers. Joshua was a big boy at three months; he weighted 16 pounds. He never liked to lie on his stomach, but back in the 80's, we were taught at the hospital to make sure we put them on their stomach, so they wouldn't choke on their spit up. Joshua spit up veru badly, for this reason my husband would put Joshua to sleep on his stomach. This is how the hospital told us to put him to sleep. They now tell us to place babies on their sides instead of on their stomachs to go to sleep. I did so much research on SIDS after Joshua died. I just didn't want this to happen to another one of my children. I do remember when my oldest was a baby, I put him on his stomach to sleep. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was a long time ago. I would do it all over again to have him for those few months. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By oldest son wrote this, on what would have been Joshua's fifth Birthday. I keep this in the back of Joshua's photo album.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;October 27, 1991&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is almost five years after Joshua’s death. He would have gone to school this year. He would have had a sister and two brothers. Tomorrow he would have turned five. Even though he died a long time ago; he is still loved by his whole family, especially his big brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little side note; My oldest son named his son after our Joshua.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28983091-9026496726228903349?l=boazeugene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boazeugene.blogspot.com/feeds/9026496726228903349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28983091&amp;postID=9026496726228903349&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28983091/posts/default/9026496726228903349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28983091/posts/default/9026496726228903349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boazeugene.blogspot.com/2010/10/my-little-joshua-he-would-have-been-24.html' title='My little Joshua, He would have been 24 today'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11520419892602571761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sxo2xvnkVqw/R9m4AhP7MYI/AAAAAAAABQw/EIvJqCQy4Mo/S220/Day+at+the+Mall+057.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28983091.post-3715966682976051004</id><published>2010-10-26T18:36:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T18:47:15.320-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm gonna be a Grandmother again</title><content type='html'>It feels so good to be back blogging again. I missed writing my thoughts down each day. I will first begin with my son, Aaron. My Sailor got married last January to a beautiful young lady named Mirta. I am going to be a Grandmother again. AJ will arrive around Thanksgiving. I can't believe my baby is going to be a daddy. I find it so hard to believe! Not that he can't handle it but how did he get so old. I am excited! I can't wait to be able to hold our bundle of joy. Aaron and Mirta will be coming for a visit at the end of December. Just how am I suppose to wait that long to see our baby. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaron is a Petty Officer now. I am so proud of him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More to come.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28983091-3715966682976051004?l=boazeugene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boazeugene.blogspot.com/feeds/3715966682976051004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28983091&amp;postID=3715966682976051004&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28983091/posts/default/3715966682976051004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28983091/posts/default/3715966682976051004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boazeugene.blogspot.com/2010/10/im-gonna-be-grandmother-again.html' title='I&apos;m gonna be a Grandmother again'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11520419892602571761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sxo2xvnkVqw/R9m4AhP7MYI/AAAAAAAABQw/EIvJqCQy4Mo/S220/Day+at+the+Mall+057.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28983091.post-8563535469123292091</id><published>2010-10-24T20:49:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-24T20:54:13.172-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Where do I begin?</title><content type='html'>It has been so very long since I've blogged. How do I begin again? Going back to work full-time was very hard for me. For the last year and a half I think I have been going through the motions of living. I have missed writing down my thoughts each day. When I blogged daily before, it was a relief just to get things off my mind. I will try and begin again...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28983091-8563535469123292091?l=boazeugene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boazeugene.blogspot.com/feeds/8563535469123292091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28983091&amp;postID=8563535469123292091&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28983091/posts/default/8563535469123292091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28983091/posts/default/8563535469123292091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boazeugene.blogspot.com/2010/10/where-do-i-begin.html' title='Where do I begin?'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11520419892602571761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sxo2xvnkVqw/R9m4AhP7MYI/AAAAAAAABQw/EIvJqCQy4Mo/S220/Day+at+the+Mall+057.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28983091.post-3159715521102817539</id><published>2010-07-11T20:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T21:00:11.302-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My twins turn 16 tomorrow</title><content type='html'>Happy 16th Birthday John and Jimmy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sxo2xvnkVqw/RpY1DbqPf1I/AAAAAAAAAsE/kTS_WeLBwtE/s1600-h/Jon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086311162242367314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sxo2xvnkVqw/RpY1DbqPf1I/AAAAAAAAAsE/kTS_WeLBwtE/s320/Jon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;John&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sxo2xvnkVqw/RpY1DrqPf2I/AAAAAAAAAsM/TTD0RFYq3gY/s1600-h/Jr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086311166537334626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sxo2xvnkVqw/RpY1DrqPf2I/AAAAAAAAAsM/TTD0RFYq3gY/s320/Jr.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jimmy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28983091-3159715521102817539?l=boazeugene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boazeugene.blogspot.com/feeds/3159715521102817539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28983091&amp;postID=3159715521102817539&amp;isPopup=true' title='31 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28983091/posts/default/3159715521102817539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28983091/posts/default/3159715521102817539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boazeugene.blogspot.com/2010/07/my-twins-turn-16-tomorrow.html' title='My twins turn 16 tomorrow'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11520419892602571761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sxo2xvnkVqw/R9m4AhP7MYI/AAAAAAAABQw/EIvJqCQy4Mo/S220/Day+at+the+Mall+057.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sxo2xvnkVqw/RpY1DbqPf1I/AAAAAAAAAsE/kTS_WeLBwtE/s72-c/Jon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>31</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28983091.post-3086147148829170634</id><published>2010-04-24T13:20:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T19:52:53.686-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Medal of Honor from my son, Aaron</title><content type='html'>This week in the mail I received a package. I was sort of worried when I first seen it. I was looking up some diet pills a week ago but I didn't remember putting in my information to buy them. When I saw this package, I thought I was going to have to go through the trouble of returning them, calling the company and fighting the bill... I'm sure you all understand what I mean. To my surprise, I received a "Medal of Honor" necklace from my son, Aaron. Aaron is 20 years old and has been in the Navy for 2 1/2 years. My family and I just got to go visit him in Va over Spring break, a few weeks ago. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what was written on a sheet of paper inside the package.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Awards Ceremony&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have spent half our lifetime caring for, protecting, teaching, and loving me. The following is a presentation of all the awards ou have earned for doing such a wonderful job raising me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The award is given to those who courageously press forward and keep going even though wounded and hurt, to meet the objective. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the first year is where you really had your job cut out. Remember all those sleepless, thankless nights worrying about little illnesses, changing diapers, feeding and bathing me? I now thank you for them and award you and Honorary Registered Nusing Degree for your dedication and skill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best teachers would have a hard time accomplishing all you did in a few short years. You taught me right from wrong, good from bad, and most important-how to love. I hereby award you and Honorary Masters Degree in Teaching and add my sincere appreciation for a job well done. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The formative years until I left home were rough. Yet, you taught me to care for peple and to cope with the task of life and living. I hereby award you and Honorary Degree in Psychology and I add to the tears of joy I feel while writing this, a tender kiss of gratitude for your love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last few years of wondering wht I have been up to and if I will get where I am going have demonstrated your ability to always be there when needed. Even when you were not in the best of spirits, you always had enough inner stregth to lift me up and keep me going. For this you have already received your award; it is a touch of kindness, protection, and peace of mind given to those worthy of them from the Ruler of Eternity. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next award is the enclosed Diamond Necklace. Actually it is not menat to be and award, but a representaion of my appreciation of all the work, effort, and love you have put into making me someone who is happy and proud to be your child. When you feel down, wear it; let it remind you that in this cold world there is the warmth of my love always with you. It will last forever. I love you for having the courage to be yourself and for being the Best mom in the World. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am such a blessed Mom. I have the most wonderful children in the world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28983091-3086147148829170634?l=boazeugene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boazeugene.blogspot.com/feeds/3086147148829170634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28983091&amp;postID=3086147148829170634&amp;isPopup=true' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28983091/posts/default/3086147148829170634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28983091/posts/default/3086147148829170634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boazeugene.blogspot.com/2010/04/medal-of-honor-for-my-son-aaron.html' title='Medal of Honor from my son, Aaron'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11520419892602571761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sxo2xvnkVqw/R9m4AhP7MYI/AAAAAAAABQw/EIvJqCQy4Mo/S220/Day+at+the+Mall+057.jpg'/></author><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28983091.post-5560712163591445808</id><published>2010-02-12T22:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T22:02:25.622-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Love Letter from my Husband of 24 years</title><content type='html'>The Love Letter from my Husband of 24 years&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For my lovely wife, the jewel amongst all cut glass;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are so beautiful my love! You are so beautiful. Your eyes draw me in and captivate my being. When I look into your gaze, my thoughts become fuzzy. They are clearer than the bluest water. You are as a lily among thorns when with other women! &lt;br /&gt;Your voice is a tinkling stream on a hot dry, day. Its sweet melody brings peace and calm to my spirit. I long to hear you speak to me when I am away from you. Your lips are full and desirable! They beckon to me when I am near you. I love to go to the mountains of sweet perfume, to the hill of fragrance. Your tenderest places awaken the lion that sleeps within me. You stroke up a flame of desire within my bosom. To hold you is all that I want. To feel your tender caresses eases my soul. Turn your eyes from me because they overwhelm me. You are perfect, without blemish. There is no imperfection in your beauty. You are a true lady of God. Your spirit grows everyday. The Lord is your master and king and for this I am eternally grateful. You have come so far with Jesus, I am excited to see where you will be in years to come. You challenge my soul. Truly, God gave you to me as the one who makes me complete. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My love, I know that sometimes you wonder about my love for you. I regret that so very much. I have always loved you with all my heart and my love for you grows as the years pass. You can be as confident that I will always be there for you, as God rules, as you are that I am your brother in Christ! You are so precious to me. There is nothing I have that shines as even a distant light in comparison to you. I pray that our love grows, even as your beauty and spirit have already grown. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Beloved Forever    13&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28983091-5560712163591445808?l=boazeugene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boazeugene.blogspot.com/feeds/5560712163591445808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28983091&amp;postID=5560712163591445808&amp;isPopup=true' title='29 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28983091/posts/default/5560712163591445808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28983091/posts/default/5560712163591445808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boazeugene.blogspot.com/2010/02/love-letter-from-my-husband-of-24-years.html' title='The Love Letter from my Husband of 24 years'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11520419892602571761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sxo2xvnkVqw/R9m4AhP7MYI/AAAAAAAABQw/EIvJqCQy4Mo/S220/Day+at+the+Mall+057.jpg'/></author><thr:total>29</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28983091.post-4010142612823310238</id><published>2009-12-20T13:34:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T13:39:40.297-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Week before Christmas</title><content type='html'>Boaz's last year in the Jr. Christmas Cantata is over, the band concert is done, the decorations are all up and my Christmas shopping is coming to and end. My Sailor is home!! I am so happy, I have two days off my full time job to spend with my hubby and son. Tonight, I'll be going out with the family shopping trying to finish up that last bit of shopping. I really need to spend a bit of time wrapping presents but that will just have to wait. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My house is so full of fun and laughter right now! All my children will be together again this year for Christmas. I can't wait to hear all of them raze each other about silly things. The boy's have already wrestled each other to see how much stronger they are since the last time Aaron was home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm having a good day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28983091-4010142612823310238?l=boazeugene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boazeugene.blogspot.com/feeds/4010142612823310238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28983091&amp;postID=4010142612823310238&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28983091/posts/default/4010142612823310238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28983091/posts/default/4010142612823310238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boazeugene.blogspot.com/2009/12/week-before-christmas.html' title='The Week before Christmas'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11520419892602571761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sxo2xvnkVqw/R9m4AhP7MYI/AAAAAAAABQw/EIvJqCQy4Mo/S220/Day+at+the+Mall+057.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28983091.post-8447678595952661162</id><published>2009-12-04T17:29:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T17:30:30.934-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Who Started Christmas</title><content type='html'>A woman was Christmas shopping with her two children.. After many hours of walking down row after row of toys and after hours of hearing both her children asking for everything they saw on those many shelves, she finally made it to the store elevator with her two children in hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was feeling what so many of us feel during the holiday season time of the year, getting that perfect gift for every single person on our shopping list, overwhelming pressure to go to every party, every housewarming, taste all the holiday food and treats, making sure we don't forget anyone on our card list, and the pressure of making sure we respond to everyone who sent us a card.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally the elevator doors opened revealing a crowd in the elevator. She pushed her way in and dragged her two kids and all her bags of stuff in with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the door's closed she couldn't take it anymore and blurted out,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Whoever started this whole Christmas thing should be found, strung up, and shot."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the back of the car, a quiet calm voice responded,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't worry, we've already crucified Him."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the trip down was so quiet you could have heard a pin drop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't forget this year to keep the One who started this whole Christmas thing in your every thought, deed, purchase, and word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we all would, just think how much better this world would be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus is the reason for the season&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wise men still seek Him&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28983091-8447678595952661162?l=boazeugene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boazeugene.blogspot.com/feeds/8447678595952661162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28983091&amp;postID=8447678595952661162&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28983091/posts/default/8447678595952661162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28983091/posts/default/8447678595952661162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boazeugene.blogspot.com/2009/12/who-started-christmas.html' title='Who Started Christmas'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11520419892602571761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sxo2xvnkVqw/R9m4AhP7MYI/AAAAAAAABQw/EIvJqCQy4Mo/S220/Day+at+the+Mall+057.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28983091.post-1838250058529106450</id><published>2009-07-18T20:24:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T20:44:10.546-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been a while but I'm still alive!!</title><content type='html'>I can't believe it has been so long since I blogged. I'm really doing great! This is my last week of 7 day delivery of the Ann Arbor News paper. I did sign on the with the new company so I will be delivering a Thursday and Sunday paper. I will have roughly around 400 customers. I might even be able to sleep in on Saturday mornings if we are not working over-time at my U of M job. I'm still working at the U of M in the Laundry service department. I am a feeder folder! Lets just say, I work hard all day. LOL!! I am also still cleaning our church...But I love that job. Really, I do. Cleaning is my thing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My family is doing great! My twins just turned 15 last Sunday. I can't even believe it. I just turned 46 on Wednesday! Man am I getting old. Bret, my oldest is still as busy as ever. Jess and my Grandbabies are leaving me for a month to go with my son to open yet another Auto ports in the U.S.  Becca is working two jobs until she can build her clients  up now that she has moved back home. I love having her home! We have been exercising together for the last month or so. We are doing Jillian Michael's 30 day shred. It really works!! Aaron is in the U.S. now. Seems like I still don't get to talk to him as often as I would like but he is doing well. Then, there is my youngest son Bo. He is taking a little break from everything right now. He will start up fall soccer pretty soon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I can't think of anything else to write so I'll leave it by saying "HI" to all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28983091-1838250058529106450?l=boazeugene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boazeugene.blogspot.com/feeds/1838250058529106450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28983091&amp;postID=1838250058529106450&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28983091/posts/default/1838250058529106450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28983091/posts/default/1838250058529106450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boazeugene.blogspot.com/2009/07/its-been-while-but-im-still-alive.html' title='It&apos;s been a while but I&apos;m still alive!!'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11520419892602571761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sxo2xvnkVqw/R9m4AhP7MYI/AAAAAAAABQw/EIvJqCQy4Mo/S220/Day+at+the+Mall+057.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28983091.post-3370610838364442765</id><published>2009-06-20T14:18:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T14:21:49.501-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;From Boaz&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;"&gt;&lt;object classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=7,0,19,0" width="400" height="400"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.kensavage.com/wp-content/hitthedot.swf" /&gt;&lt;param name="menu" value="false" /&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="best" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#000000" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.kensavage.com/index.php/archives/category/gaming/"&gt;play flash games&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28983091-3370610838364442765?l=boazeugene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boazeugene.blogspot.com/feeds/3370610838364442765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28983091&amp;postID=3370610838364442765&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28983091/posts/default/3370610838364442765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28983091/posts/default/3370610838364442765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boazeugene.blogspot.com/2009/06/play-flash-games.html' title=''/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11520419892602571761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sxo2xvnkVqw/R9m4AhP7MYI/AAAAAAAABQw/EIvJqCQy4Mo/S220/Day+at+the+Mall+057.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28983091.post-8725244204445001978</id><published>2009-05-12T18:25:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T18:34:15.007-04:00</updated><title type='text'>New and exciting thing are happening in my Life</title><content type='html'>Wow! Where do I begin? For starters, I'm doing great! Lots of changes have been going on in my life. The company I have worked for for the last 21 years is closing down. It has been a part-time job for my husband and I since that time. I quit my accounts payable job 15 years ago this month, to stay home and raise my children. The route is something that I could do and take my children with me. Plus, it allowed me to home school my children. My three youngest children have never know anything different than mom doing the paper route and cleaning the church. I praise God that at least my children are now at the age where they don't need me to be home. Monday started a new chapter in my life. I started a full-time job at the U. I'm excited to see what new and exciting things God has in store for my life. I have seen God's hand in my life since the AA news said they were closing their doors. Even the timing of all this is great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll try and keep this blog posted with what is going on in my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28983091-8725244204445001978?l=boazeugene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boazeugene.blogspot.com/feeds/8725244204445001978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28983091&amp;postID=8725244204445001978&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28983091/posts/default/8725244204445001978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28983091/posts/default/8725244204445001978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boazeugene.blogspot.com/2009/05/new-and-exciting-thing-are-happening-in.html' title='New and exciting thing are happening in my Life'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11520419892602571761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sxo2xvnkVqw/R9m4AhP7MYI/AAAAAAAABQw/EIvJqCQy4Mo/S220/Day+at+the+Mall+057.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28983091.post-404876203940593192</id><published>2009-05-10T08:34:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T08:39:03.132-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Mother's Day, MOM!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5997/3077/1600/Graphic1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5997/3077/320/Graphic1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to introduce you to my mom, her name is Diane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Mother's Day, Mom! Thank you for all of your love and support the past year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little about my Mom; she is 62 years old, she has been married to my step-dad since 1977, she has 4 children, 28 grandchildren, 10 or is it 11 great grandchildren, she adopted two little girls, one is 11 (From China) and the other is 6 (from Cambodia), she home schools both girls, she works at home as a secretary for my brother's carpet cleaning business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you very much!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28983091-404876203940593192?l=boazeugene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boazeugene.blogspot.com/feeds/404876203940593192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28983091&amp;postID=404876203940593192&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28983091/posts/default/404876203940593192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28983091/posts/default/404876203940593192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boazeugene.blogspot.com/2009/05/happy-mothers-day-mom.html' title='Happy Mother&apos;s Day, MOM!!'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11520419892602571761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sxo2xvnkVqw/R9m4AhP7MYI/AAAAAAAABQw/EIvJqCQy4Mo/S220/Day+at+the+Mall+057.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28983091.post-1683979908586216392</id><published>2009-05-08T17:40:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T17:40:54.155-04:00</updated><title type='text'>WHY GOD MADE MOMS</title><content type='html'>Answers given by 2nd grade school children to the following questions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Why did God make mothers?&lt;br /&gt;1. She's the only one who knows where the scotch tape is.&lt;br /&gt;2. Mostly to clean the house.&lt;br /&gt;3. To help us out of there when we were getting born.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did God make mothers?&lt;br /&gt;1. He used dirt, just like for the rest of us.&lt;br /&gt;2. Magic plus super powers and a lot of stirring.&lt;br /&gt;3. God made my Mom just the same like he made me. He just used bigger parts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What ingredients are mothers made of?&lt;br /&gt;1. God makes mothers out of clouds and angel hair and everything nice in&lt;br /&gt;the world and one dab of mean.&lt;br /&gt;2. They had to get their start from men's bones. Then they mostly use string, I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why did God give you your mother and not some other mom?&lt;br /&gt;1. We're related.&lt;br /&gt;2. God knew she likes me a lot more than other people's moms like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What kind of little girl was your mom?&lt;br /&gt;1. My Mom has always been my mom and none of that other stuff.&lt;br /&gt;2. I don't know because I wasn't there, but my guess would be pretty  bossy.&lt;br /&gt;3. They say she used to be nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did mom need to know about dad before she married him?&lt;br /&gt;1. His last name.&lt;br /&gt;2. She had to know his background. Like is he a crook? Does he get drunk on beer?&lt;br /&gt;3. Does he make at least $800 a year? Did he say NO to drugs and YES to chores?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why did your mom marry your dad?&lt;br /&gt;1. My dad makes the best spaghetti in th e world. And my Mom eats a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. She got too old to do anything else with him.&lt;br /&gt;3. My grandma says that Mom didn't have her thinking cap on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who's the boss at your house?&lt;br /&gt;1. Mom doesn't want to be boss, but she has to because dad's such a goof ball.&lt;br /&gt;2. Mom. You can tell by room inspection. She sees the stuff under the bed.&lt;br /&gt;3. I guess Mom is, but only because she has a lot more to do than dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the difference between moms &amp; dads?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Moms work at work and work at home and dads just go to work at work.&lt;br /&gt;2. Moms know how to talk to teachers without scaring them.&lt;br /&gt;3. Dads are taller &amp; stronger, but moms have all the real power 'cause that's who you got to ask if you want to sleep over at your friend's.&lt;br /&gt;4. Moms have magic, they make you feel better without medicine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does your mom do in her spare time?&lt;br /&gt;1. Mothers don't do spare time.&lt;br /&gt;2. To hear her tell it, she pays bills all day long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would it take to make your mom perfect?&lt;br /&gt;1. On the inside she's already perfect. Outside, I think some kind of plastic surgery.&lt;br /&gt;2. Diet. You know, her hair. I'd diet, maybe blue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you could change one thing about your mom, what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;1. She has this weird thing about me keeping my room clean. I'd get rid of that .&lt;br /&gt;2. I'd make my mom smarter. Then she would know it was my sister who did it and not me.&lt;br /&gt;3. I would like for her to get rid of those invisible eyes on the back of her head.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28983091-1683979908586216392?l=boazeugene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boazeugene.blogspot.com/feeds/1683979908586216392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28983091&amp;postID=1683979908586216392&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28983091/posts/default/1683979908586216392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28983091/posts/default/1683979908586216392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boazeugene.blogspot.com/2009/05/why-god-made-moms.html' title='WHY GOD MADE MOMS'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11520419892602571761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sxo2xvnkVqw/R9m4AhP7MYI/AAAAAAAABQw/EIvJqCQy4Mo/S220/Day+at+the+Mall+057.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28983091.post-3058896998924070945</id><published>2009-05-04T10:50:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T11:24:07.279-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Preparing my heart for Worship</title><content type='html'>No matter how important all of the external things are in our worship, the biggest obstacle in worship is what God has to deal with in us. The biggest problem in worship is our heart. I was sitting at the computer printing out the words for our worship team practice tonight and one of the songs we will be singing next Sunday is "Heart of Worship." As I sit and prepare my own heart for worship, I am reminded of these words in Matthew. I am going to sit and meditate on these words to prepare my heart for worship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Matthew 15:1-20 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;1Then some Pharisees and teachers of the law came to Jesus from Jerusalem and asked, 2"Why do your disciples break the tradition of the elders? They don't wash their hands before they eat!" 3Jesus replied, "And why do you break the command of God for the sake of your tradition? 4For God said, 'Honor your father and mother'[a] and 'Anyone who curses his father or mother must be put to death.'[b] 5But you say that if a man says to his father or mother, 'Whatever help you might otherwise have received from me is a gift devoted to God,' 6he is not to 'honor his father[c]' with it. Thus you nullify the word of God for the sake of your tradition. 7You hypocrites! Isaiah was right when he prophesied about you: 8" 'These people honor me with their lips, but their hearts are far from me. 9They worship me in vain; their teachings are but rules taught by men.'[d]" 10Jesus called the crowd to him and said, "Listen and understand. 11What goes into a man's mouth does not make him 'unclean,' but what comes out of his mouth, that is what makes him 'unclean.' " 12Then the disciples came to him and asked, "Do you know that the Pharisees were offended when they heard this?" 13He replied, "Every plant that my heavenly Father has not planted will be pulled up by the roots. 14Leave them; they are blind guides.[e] If a blind man leads a blind man, both will fall into a pit." 15Peter said, "Explain the parable to us."&lt;br /&gt;16"Are you still so dull?" Jesus asked them. 17"Don't you see that whatever enters the mouth goes into the stomach and then out of the body? 18But the things that come out of the mouth come from the heart, and these make a man 'unclean.' 19For out of the heart come evil thoughts, murder, adultery, sexual immorality, theft, false testimony, slander. 20These are what make a man 'unclean'; but eating with unwashed hands does not make him 'unclean.' "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord, I admit right now that worship is all about you. There are so many ways that I have made it in to something else because of my sin, because of my failures and so now as I think about this issue of worship as I look in to your Word, I pray that all of this might honor You, all of this might be part of my worship and all of this might draw me closer to You my Lord and Savior Jesus Christ.  Lord may the reading of your Word, may the the worship of my heart, be holy and pleasing to you. Sunday as I sit under your Word help me to be alert and learn truths that I might grow in You. As I prepare to lead Your people into worship, may the meditation that I do to prepare my heart be pleasing in your sight because you are my God, my creator, my rock, my redeemer. Amen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one of the worship songs we will be singing this coming Sunday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heart of Worship &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when the music fades&lt;br /&gt;all is stripped away&lt;br /&gt;and i simply come&lt;br /&gt;longing just to bring&lt;br /&gt;something that's of worth&lt;br /&gt;that will bless your heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i bring you more than a song&lt;br /&gt;for a song in itself&lt;br /&gt;is not what you have required&lt;br /&gt;you search much deeper within&lt;br /&gt;through the way things appear&lt;br /&gt;you're looking into my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chorus&lt;br /&gt;I'm coming back to the heart of worship&lt;br /&gt;and it's all about you&lt;br /&gt;It's all about you, Jesus&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry Lord for the thing i've made it&lt;br /&gt;when it's all about you&lt;br /&gt;it's all about you, Jesus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;King of endless worth&lt;br /&gt;no one could express&lt;br /&gt;how much you deserve&lt;br /&gt;though i'm weak and poor&lt;br /&gt;all i have is yours&lt;br /&gt;every single breath&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chorus&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28983091-3058896998924070945?l=boazeugene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boazeugene.blogspot.com/feeds/3058896998924070945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28983091&amp;postID=3058896998924070945&amp;isPopup=true' title='37 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28983091/posts/default/3058896998924070945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28983091/posts/default/3058896998924070945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boazeugene.blogspot.com/2009/05/preparing-my-heart-for-worship.html' title='Preparing my heart for Worship'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11520419892602571761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sxo2xvnkVqw/R9m4AhP7MYI/AAAAAAAABQw/EIvJqCQy4Mo/S220/Day+at+the+Mall+057.jpg'/></author><thr:total>37</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28983091.post-6604758551585619824</id><published>2009-04-23T09:17:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T09:21:55.812-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Home!!</title><content type='html'>We made it back to MI safe and sound and with my Sailor. : ) As soon as I have a minute, I'll post our pictures and tell you all about our trip. I WILL,  tell you all this!! It was GREAT!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28983091-6604758551585619824?l=boazeugene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boazeugene.blogspot.com/feeds/6604758551585619824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28983091&amp;postID=6604758551585619824&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28983091/posts/default/6604758551585619824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28983091/posts/default/6604758551585619824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boazeugene.blogspot.com/2009/04/im-home.html' title='I&apos;m Home!!'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11520419892602571761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sxo2xvnkVqw/R9m4AhP7MYI/AAAAAAAABQw/EIvJqCQy4Mo/S220/Day+at+the+Mall+057.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28983091.post-91180010763783056</id><published>2009-04-15T08:55:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T09:22:14.733-04:00</updated><title type='text'>To my dear Blogging Friends</title><content type='html'>As most of you know, my son, is in the Navy and has been out to sea for the last seven months. For those of you that didn't know, you know now. (Just Kidding)  Finally, his ship is coming home and I get to see it all happen. I'll be away from blogging for a few days because we are making a little vacation out of it. I get to leave right after work today. I'm so excited! I'll take lots of pictures!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See ya all when I get back!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28983091-91180010763783056?l=boazeugene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boazeugene.blogspot.com/feeds/91180010763783056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28983091&amp;postID=91180010763783056&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28983091/posts/default/91180010763783056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28983091/posts/default/91180010763783056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boazeugene.blogspot.com/2009/04/to-my-dear-blogging-friends.html' title='To my dear Blogging Friends'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11520419892602571761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sxo2xvnkVqw/R9m4AhP7MYI/AAAAAAAABQw/EIvJqCQy4Mo/S220/Day+at+the+Mall+057.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28983091.post-6075804252093400523</id><published>2009-04-10T10:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T10:04:50.380-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wishing you all a very Happy Resurrection Day!</title><content type='html'>Easter is a holiday when most people think of the Easter bunny, decorating eggs, dressing up in your best Sunday outfit and going to church. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Easter should be more than just another holiday to a Christian. It's the Sunday set aside to recognize the resurrection of our Lord Jesus Christ. GOD sent his WORD in the form of a child, being born to Mary the Virgin as God's only Begotten Son. He lived a very short time on earth, having been a carpenter and then God's messenger the last three years or so of his life. He was crucified, nailing all our sins to the cross, covering them with his precious blood. If we believe on him, accept his free gift of salvation, then we too will see him in all his Glory one day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus was compelled to bear his own cross, to travel to Golgotha, where they placed upon his head a crown of thorns and proclaimed him "THIS IS JESUS THE KING OF THE JEWS!". They placed him between two thieves hanging on a cross, drove nails through his hands and feet, later piercing his side to make sure he was dead. They took his garments to draw lots to see who would get them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mark 15:33 And when the sixth hour was come, there was darkness over the whole land until the ninth hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mark 15:34 And at the ninth hour Jesus cried with a loud voice, saying, My God, my God, why hast thou forsaken me? "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was mocked and given vinegar to drink instead of water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John 19:28 After this, Jesus knowing that all things were now accomplished, that the scripture might be fulfilled, saith, I thirst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John 19:30 When Jesus therefore had received the vinegar, he said, It is finished: and he bowed his head, and gave up the ghost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mark 15:38 And the veil of the temple was rent in twain from the top to the bottom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mark15:39 And when the centurion, which stood over against him, saw that he so cried out, and gave up the ghost, he said, Truly this man was the Son of God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mark 16:1 And when the sabbath was past, Mary Magdalene, and Mary the [mother] of James, and Salome, had bought sweet spices, that they might come and anoint him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mark 16:2 And very early in the morning the first [day] of the week, they came unto the sepulchre at the rising of the sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mark 16:3 And they said among themselves, Who shall roll us away the stone from the door of the sepulchre?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mark 16:4 And when they looked, they saw that the stone was rolled away: for it was very great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mark 16:5 And entering into the sepulchre, they saw a young man sitting on the right side, clothed in a long white garment; and they were affrighted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mark 16:6 And he saith unto them, Be not affrighted: Ye seek Jesus of Nazareth, which was crucified: he is risen; he is not here: behold the place where they laid him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Alleluia He Has Risen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They came to see His body in the tomb&lt;br /&gt;With spices all prepared.&lt;br /&gt;When they arrived no one was in the room&lt;br /&gt;They were full of despair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has risen from the dead&lt;br /&gt;Alleluia, Alleluia&lt;br /&gt;He is living now instead.&lt;br /&gt;Alleluia, Alleluia&lt;br /&gt;He has risen from the dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now they came to see Jesus On the way.&lt;br /&gt;They didn't know He was the same&lt;br /&gt;When He spoke it was early in the day.&lt;br /&gt;Then He called Mary's name.&lt;br /&gt;He has risen form the dead&lt;br /&gt;Alleluia, Alleluia&lt;br /&gt;He is living now instead&lt;br /&gt;Alleluia, Alleluia&lt;br /&gt;He has risen from the dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They ran to tell the news,&lt;br /&gt;Jesus is alive to the disciples there.&lt;br /&gt;In joy they told the rest,&lt;br /&gt;Jesus is alive ~&lt;br /&gt;It was alleluia square!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has risen from the dead&lt;br /&gt;Alleluia, Alleluia&lt;br /&gt;He is living now instead&lt;br /&gt;Alleluia, Alleluia&lt;br /&gt;He has risen from the dead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poem written by: Lena Ayer Kittrell ©&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28983091-6075804252093400523?l=boazeugene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boazeugene.blogspot.com/feeds/6075804252093400523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28983091&amp;postID=6075804252093400523&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28983091/posts/default/6075804252093400523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28983091/posts/default/6075804252093400523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boazeugene.blogspot.com/2009/04/wishing-you-all-very-happy-resurrection.html' title='Wishing you all a very Happy Resurrection Day!'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11520419892602571761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sxo2xvnkVqw/R9m4AhP7MYI/AAAAAAAABQw/EIvJqCQy4Mo/S220/Day+at+the+Mall+057.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28983091.post-6993064219348859638</id><published>2009-04-04T12:06:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T14:41:29.561-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Broken Radius and Ulna</title><content type='html'>My life is as exciting as ever. This week, (Spring Break) I thought we would have a little fun. Have the kids friends spend the night or hang out at friends. My kids did both! On Thursday, Boaz (My youngest son) was at his best friend's house. He spent the night on Wednesday and was going to hang out their until his soccer practice at 5:30 p.m. Well, between the time I left 11:45 a.m. and 3:00 p.m. he was riding on a gator with my grandson. (Boaz' best friend) The two of them had built a ramp and was going to go over it. I'll show you the little ramp! (OMG) Boaz said,  he got scared that the gator was going to tip over so he jumped off of it. The gator only goes about 15 mph but Boaz landed on his wrist and broke his radius and his ulna bones. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent most of Thursday evening at the hospital but they think the break missed his growth plate. (Pray) They put him to sleep and put it back in place the best they could. We will see a specialist on Tuesday, when he should get his cast. Right now he is in a splint up to his shoulder. The only thing he can do is relax in a chair. The break was pretty bad so they don't want the bone to slide out of place. Very boring times for a 12 year old, very active boy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boaz was suppose to leave for a little trip on April 14th but I think that trip isn't going to happen now for Boaz. : ( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll give more info next week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sxo2xvnkVqw/SdeJVO2Ui3I/AAAAAAAACiI/04icpZelnOQ/s1600-h/The+ramp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sxo2xvnkVqw/SdeJVO2Ui3I/AAAAAAAACiI/04icpZelnOQ/s320/The+ramp.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320872482617723762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The Ramp&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28983091-6993064219348859638?l=boazeugene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boazeugene.blogspot.com/feeds/6993064219348859638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28983091&amp;postID=6993064219348859638&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28983091/posts/default/6993064219348859638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28983091/posts/default/6993064219348859638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boazeugene.blogspot.com/2009/04/broken-radius-and-ulna.html' title='Broken Radius and Ulna'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11520419892602571761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sxo2xvnkVqw/R9m4AhP7MYI/AAAAAAAABQw/EIvJqCQy4Mo/S220/Day+at+the+Mall+057.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sxo2xvnkVqw/SdeJVO2Ui3I/AAAAAAAACiI/04icpZelnOQ/s72-c/The+ramp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28983091.post-3322983945742910357</id><published>2009-03-05T08:00:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T11:45:12.051-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Christian Marriage</title><content type='html'>A Christian Marriage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Bible teaches us that God is the Creator of marriage. As the Designer of marriage, God can best teach us how a husband and wife should live together&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;           Ephesians 5:22-25 Wives, submit to your own husbands, as to the Lord. For the husband is head of the wife, as also Christ is head of the church; and He is the Savior of the body. Therefore, just as the church is subject to Christ, so let the wives be to their own husbands in everything. Husbands, love your wives, just as Christ also loved the church and gave Himself for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           I Corinthians 7:3-4 Let the husband render to his wife the affection due her, and likewise also the wife to her husband. The wife does not have authority over her own body, but the husband does. And likewise the husband does not have authority over his own body, but the wife does. &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;            God's plan for marriage is to provide companionship, to prevent sexual immorality, and to provide children with loving parents. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            Marriage can provide a home where Christianity is practiced. In the Christian home God is considered in every decision. The husband, wife, and children are encouraged to live as Jesus wants us to live. The Christian home serves as an example to non-Christians who want the same kind of happiness they see in the home of Christians. If you want a better home, then learn to live as Jesus means for us to live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            If we are going to have a Christian marriage, I think the key word here is “CHRISTian”. The Bible tells the husband to love your wives, even as Christ also loved the church, and gave Himself for it. (Eph. 5:25). The key here is to love her as Christ loved the church. This is the way Christian men should love their wives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            In the same way, you wives, need to be submissive to your own husbands, so that even if any of them are disobedient to the word, they may be won without a word by the behavior of their wives, as they observe your chaste and respectful behavior 1 Peter 3:1-2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            To keep our marriage strong we have to keep Christ in the center of it. We need to pray together, respect and honor one another, we need to be slow to speak and quick to listen, COMMUNICATION, we need to choose to love our mate each and every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I think of my husband I think of this;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            He works long hours, with little or no time for himself. He puts up with my mood swings even when I can hardly stand myself. He is full of energy, he has a great imagination, he is very intelligent,  he’s understanding and very flexible. My husband is the leader in our home, he leads with love and kindness. He is my protector, supporter, provider.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 Corinthians 11:3 “But I would have you know, that the head of every man is Christ; and the head of the woman is the man; and the head of Christ is God."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            If we want a Christian marriage, Christ must be the center point in our lives!&lt;br /&gt;Plus, lots of hugs and kisses doesn't hurt! : )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28983091-3322983945742910357?l=boazeugene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boazeugene.blogspot.com/feeds/3322983945742910357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28983091&amp;postID=3322983945742910357&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28983091/posts/default/3322983945742910357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28983091/posts/default/3322983945742910357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boazeugene.blogspot.com/2009/03/christian-marriage.html' title='A Christian Marriage'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11520419892602571761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sxo2xvnkVqw/R9m4AhP7MYI/AAAAAAAABQw/EIvJqCQy4Mo/S220/Day+at+the+Mall+057.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28983091.post-5459797166020264275</id><published>2009-02-26T06:48:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T11:01:35.770-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My diet and exercise Program</title><content type='html'>I started my diet and exercise program about a month ago. I want to get to 115 pounds before April. I'm doing this because I feel really good at that weight. Plus, I'm taking a trip in April but I can't say a whole lot about that right now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It will be hard but I know I can lose the 15 pounds. I am going to hold myself accountable by posting my weight loss and daily exercise program on the right hand side of my blog, daily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is all the blogging I have time for right now. I have to run! I have to get my babies up for school and call and get Boaz's shot records so he can go on his 6th grade trip with his class. I'll be off to Bo's last indoor soccer game this evening and we will then be going out with the team for pizza and fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning I ran for 45 minutes. I'll be fasting for the next three days to get the ball rolling. This evening I'll finish up with a 30 minute speed walk on the treadmill at 4.0. Plus, I'm doing leg work and I'm working on my Abs. If you think this sounds painful, you should be in my body right now. : ) As soon as the weather gets nicer, my huaband and I will be working out in our weight room upstairs in our garage.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28983091-5459797166020264275?l=boazeugene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boazeugene.blogspot.com/feeds/5459797166020264275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28983091&amp;postID=5459797166020264275&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28983091/posts/default/5459797166020264275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28983091/posts/default/5459797166020264275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boazeugene.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-diet-and-exercise-program.html' title='My diet and exercise Program'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11520419892602571761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sxo2xvnkVqw/R9m4AhP7MYI/AAAAAAAABQw/EIvJqCQy4Mo/S220/Day+at+the+Mall+057.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28983091.post-5391318615604856732</id><published>2009-02-18T11:03:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T12:01:45.695-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring is Coming!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sxo2xvnkVqw/Rilnp85R5VI/AAAAAAAAAXs/V2-xB367Oxs/s1600-h/spring_flowers_T1669.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sxo2xvnkVqw/Rilnp85R5VI/AAAAAAAAAXs/V2-xB367Oxs/s320/spring_flowers_T1669.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055686027118765394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there any better time of the year than spring? Not for me. I only have to wait another month!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was such a beautiful day yesterday! I enjoyed my paper route so much, it didn't feel like work but a day to enjoy what God has given us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The things I love most about Spring coming is the sun comes out from hiding, the snow melts, the grass changes from brown to green, and you can feel the air getting warmer as each day passes. I love the smell of Spring, it has smells that are like no other season. If you look around at people, they seem happier and more up-beat during the spring. I know I am more upbeat in the Spring. Spring brings new life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 Corinthians 5:17 "Therefore, if anyone is in Christ, he is a new creation; the old has gone, the new has come!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Jesus Christ comes to us he says, "It is time for something new." He does not say that it is time to shed certain practices from your life or to add religion to your life. It is time for a totally new beginning, new life, new hope, new strength and a new vision. It is time to be made a new creation. That is what the gospel says.&lt;br /&gt;This verse reminds me of spring, the old dead leaves, flowers and grass have died and in spring we see a new life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spring brings weddings, graduation parties, picnics in the park ANDF my boy will be home for a few weeks after his 7 month tour on the Navy ship. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spring is my favorite time of year for sports. For one reason only: I love being outdoors in the fresh air and in the bright morning sun. This Spring Boaz, Josh and Ethan will be playing soccer. I love being a a soccer Mom and Grandma. I have been a mom of many sports; Baseball, Football, Wrestling and Soccer. I have to say I really don't have a favorite. Baseball was always one that I loved because I got to be outside in the sun, now soccer has taken the place of baseball. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another great sporting event during the spring is The Masters, the greatest golf tournament in the world. It’s a beautiful golf club that hosts an amazing tournament every year. Every pro golfer’s dream is to win at Augusta National some day. My husband and I use to watch golf on T.V. every year when we first got married. I just loved watching Greg Norman play golf. (I loved his accent as well: ) Greg Norman came close to winning The Masters but could never pull it off. I guess for me I loved his aggressive golf game, and charismatic demeanour. I remember they called him "The great white shark." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Spring I want to be out golfing, or at least going to the range to hit some balls. I might even be able to talk my husband into going golfing with me. Before our twins were born, each Spring my husband and I would be out on the golf course golfing. I can't golf very well but I love being outside in the fresh air and the sunny weather. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention that I love spring?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28983091-5391318615604856732?l=boazeugene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boazeugene.blogspot.com/feeds/5391318615604856732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28983091&amp;postID=5391318615604856732&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28983091/posts/default/5391318615604856732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28983091/posts/default/5391318615604856732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boazeugene.blogspot.com/2009/02/spring-is-coming.html' title='Spring is Coming!'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11520419892602571761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sxo2xvnkVqw/R9m4AhP7MYI/AAAAAAAABQw/EIvJqCQy4Mo/S220/Day+at+the+Mall+057.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_sxo2xvnkVqw/Rilnp85R5VI/AAAAAAAAAXs/V2-xB367Oxs/s72-c/spring_flowers_T1669.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28983091.post-2417945457730315659</id><published>2009-02-08T19:42:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T20:12:06.161-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Sailor in the News...Letter</title><content type='html'>After not seeing my boy since last July, I was so blessed by this picture and article about what Aaron does in the Navy. I'll never forget asking, Aaron, on him entering the 9th grade what he wanted to be when he grew up. It makes me laugh to think about his response now. He said, "Hmmmmm, let me see, what does every 8th grade boy want to be? How about a Fireman." Hey, six years later and he is now a Electrician's Mate Fireman Recruit. LOL! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Engineering’s E division maintain the spark of life&lt;br /&gt;By MC3 John Suits&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sxo2xvnkVqw/SY98EFYNr0I/AAAAAAAACgw/b3nCi7Y7_WI/s1600-h/01-20-2009-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300591696043421506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 229px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sxo2xvnkVqw/SY98EFYNr0I/AAAAAAAACgw/b3nCi7Y7_WI/s320/01-20-2009-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Electrician’s Mate Fireman Recruit Aaron Householder and Electrician’s Mate 1st Class Terry Cool, both of Engineering Department’s Electrical division, perform maintenance on a ventilation vacuum in the electrical tool issue office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“We ensure TR’s electrical distribution is intact and all electrical loads work,” said Chief Electrician’s Mate (SW/AW) Pamela Patterson, E division leading chief petty officer. “Ninety-eight percent of E division Sailors are qualified to handle any electrical equipment on the ship. The reason we take qualifications seriously is because electricity will cause harm to Sailors and the ship. We train our Sailors to have enough knowledge to handle equipment to do their jobs safely and efficiently.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E division Sailors play a role in ensuring every electrical aspect of the ship is in working order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“We’re in charge of the electricity in the air conditioning ventilation systems, aircraft elevators, deck edge elevators, hangar bay doors, sound-powered phones and 1MC (ship’s general announcement system),” said Patterson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sailors are required to obtain numerous qualifications to become certified in repairing electrical systems and equipment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Once Sailors report to TR from ‘A’ School, they start working on their basic qualifications, such as load center rover,” said Electrician’s Mate 2nd Class (SW/AW) Kevin Robinson, E division lighting shop work center supervisor. “Another basic qualification Sailors have to get is electrical safety inspector to check for any potential electrical hazards and any electrical equipment not safety checked.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E division is also responsible for operating load centers, which distribute power to several sections throughout the ship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Load centers are main distribution panels designed to send electricity to different sectors of the ship,” said Electrician’s Mate 1st Class Terry Cool, electrical tool issue leading petty officer. “We currently have 32 load centers located throughout the ship to power TR’s nine electrical zones.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cool says E division gets more requests to repair electrical equipment than any other division in Engineering Department. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Any time an electrical casualty is called away over the 1MC, an electrician responds by securing power to the space so that nobody gets electrocuted trying to extinguish a fire,” said Cool. “When we had a fire in the incinerator, the vent fan for the incinerator broke down and the Electrician’s Mates in the motor rewind shop rewound the motor as fast as they could to get the incinerator working again.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From primary flight control to the flight deck, the hangar bays to the reactor spaces, electricity flows all around the ship. E division Sailors play a large role in keeping electrical power up and running to support TR’s mission while on deployment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28983091-2417945457730315659?l=boazeugene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boazeugene.blogspot.com/feeds/2417945457730315659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28983091&amp;postID=2417945457730315659&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28983091/posts/default/2417945457730315659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28983091/posts/default/2417945457730315659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boazeugene.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-sailor-in-newsletter.html' title='My Sailor in the News...Letter'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11520419892602571761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sxo2xvnkVqw/R9m4AhP7MYI/AAAAAAAABQw/EIvJqCQy4Mo/S220/Day+at+the+Mall+057.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sxo2xvnkVqw/SY98EFYNr0I/AAAAAAAACgw/b3nCi7Y7_WI/s72-c/01-20-2009-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28983091.post-4585519151754261996</id><published>2009-02-04T18:33:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T18:47:48.531-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Our weekly cleaning Lists</title><content type='html'>Each week we set aside time for our weekly cleaning. We picked Sunday night at 8:00 p.m. We stop what we are doing so we can get our weekly cleaning out of the way. At Boaz Birthday party on Monday I was showing my mom our cleaning list. She asked if I would send her a copy. I thought perhaps this might help someone else so I decided to post our cleaning list. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;FLOATER CLEANING CHECKLIST&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JIMMY AND BO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o DUST SHELVES IN KITCHEN&lt;br /&gt;o ORGANIZE SHOES&lt;br /&gt;o CLEAN KIDS BEDROOM&lt;br /&gt;o DUST KIDS BEDROOM&lt;br /&gt;o VACUUM KIDS BEDROOM&lt;br /&gt;o CLEAN FRONT ROOM – VACUUM FLOOR, ORGANIZE SHOES, CLEAN WINDOW DOOR, CLEAN BENCH&lt;br /&gt;o CLEAN GAME ROOM DOWNSTAIRS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o GET MOM FOR INSPECTION&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o Dads ultimate inspection&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;LIVING ROOM CLEANING CHECKLIST&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JOHN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o DUST ALL TABLES&lt;br /&gt;o DUST BANISTER&lt;br /&gt;o DUST OVER FIREPLACE&lt;br /&gt;o CLEAN, DUST, AND ORGANIZE TV AREA&lt;br /&gt;o DUST ALL PICTURES&lt;br /&gt;o CLEAN TV TRAYS AND PUT AWAY&lt;br /&gt;o CHECK FOR COBWEBS&lt;br /&gt;o VACUUM FLOOR – VACUUM UNDER COUCHES, CHAIRS, TABLES&lt;br /&gt;o MOP FLOOR WITH WOOD CLEANER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o GET MOM FOR INSPECTION&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o Dads ultimate inspection&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;KITCHEN CLEANING CHECKLIST&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MOM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o CLEAN ALL DISHES&lt;br /&gt;o ORGANIZE COUNTERS&lt;br /&gt;o CLEAN WINDOW OVER SINK&lt;br /&gt;o DUST FOR COBWEBS&lt;br /&gt;o CLEAN APPLIANCES: Microwave, Oven, Stove, Dishwasher, Refrigerator&lt;br /&gt;o CLEAN COUNTERS AND TABLES&lt;br /&gt;o SWEEP ALL CORNERS AND CREVICES - vacuum doesn’t clean corners&lt;br /&gt;o VACUUM FLOOR&lt;br /&gt;o MOP FLOOR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o Dads ultimate inspection&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bathroom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Becca&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clean shower/tub&lt;br /&gt;Clean toilet&lt;br /&gt;Clean sink&lt;br /&gt;Wipe down walls&lt;br /&gt;Wipe down cupboards&lt;br /&gt;Sweep and mop floor&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28983091-4585519151754261996?l=boazeugene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boazeugene.blogspot.com/feeds/4585519151754261996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28983091&amp;postID=4585519151754261996&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28983091/posts/default/4585519151754261996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28983091/posts/default/4585519151754261996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boazeugene.blogspot.com/2009/02/our-weekly-cleaning-lists.html' title='Our weekly cleaning Lists'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11520419892602571761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sxo2xvnkVqw/R9m4AhP7MYI/AAAAAAAABQw/EIvJqCQy4Mo/S220/Day+at+the+Mall+057.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28983091.post-1309293811682032908</id><published>2009-02-03T09:40:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T09:45:45.756-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hurtful Words Repost from January 3rd, 2007</title><content type='html'>I have been blogging now for over three years. I did this devotional back on Wednesday January 3rd, 2007. Over the years it has had the most hits on my blog so I thought I would re post it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://good-times.webshots.com/photo/1096201242030222410UOfWhI"&gt;&lt;img src="http://thumb10.webshots.net/s/thumb4/0/12/42/96201242UOfWhI_th.jpg" alt="Please forgive me. I never meant to hurt your feelings."&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=http://community.webshots.com/user/jeanemiller1&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Why are these words so hard to say and hurtful words fly out of our mouths like gushing waters. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Devotional for Wednesday January 3rd, 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find myself at times trying to defend myself when people attack me for no reason, with not so nice words. When I get hurt, I want to hurt others; I need to learn to be slow to speak. If I am tempted to fight back with hurtful words, I need to be the person that walks away. If it is someone in my family, I need to be the one that closes my mouth and stops the hurt. If it is someone outside my family, it is best for me to not be around the person causing me pain. This will help me from saying things that I guess, are true, but really don't have to be said. I was reminded of these passages today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;James 3:5-6 - It only takes a spark, remember, to set off a forest fire. A careless or wrongly placed word out of your mouth can do that. By our speech we can ruin the world, turn harmony to chaos, throw mud on a reputation, send the whole world up in smoke and go up in smoke with it, smoke right from the pit of hell. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Proverbs 10:21–"The lips of the righteous nourish many, but fools die for lack of judgment."–Lord, may my lips nourish people today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Psalm 17:3–Today I have resolved that my mouth will not sin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Philippians 4:8–Whatever is true, noble, right, pure, lovely, admirable, excellent and praiseworthy, may I think on these things today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;James 1:19–Help me to be quick to listen and slow to speak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our tongue can do so much damage. It can ruin friendships, cause misunderstandings, put a wall between brothers and sisters. I have been guilty of saying hurtful things. I must be ever mindful that what I say can damage and cause divisions – and therefore not to speak critically. A lot of what I say is probably best left unsaid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have also been hurt by hurtful words – some more than others. In many cases the damage is so deep that it takes a long time to heal – in some cases I don't know if I will ever heal. But I know that if I belong to Jesus, He can heal me as I surrender it to Him. Nothing is impossible for Him to heal – if I allow Him too. I know of many adults that are caring around scares from childhood. We need to deal with these things. The hurt gets buried deep, but God has a way of bringing it to the surface. These people turn around and hurt the people that love them the most. They build a wall around themselves so people can't get close to them. I just know that I need to free my own mouth from hurtful and damaging words. It’s painful, to rid ourselves of people like this but needful to truly be healed and set free from the affects of negative, hateful words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The saying ‘Sticks and stones may break my bones, but names will never hurt me’, is not true, and in-fact it’s quite the opposite. Bones can heal a whole lot faster than words spoken over us. I just need to work on this for the coming year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Set a guard, O Lord, before my mouth; keep watch at the door of my lips. - Psalm 141:3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heal us, Lord, from painful words&lt;br /&gt;That was spoken in the past&lt;br /&gt;Let your love replace the hurt&lt;br /&gt;And overflow our hearts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-M.S.Lowndes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28983091-1309293811682032908?l=boazeugene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boazeugene.blogspot.com/feeds/1309293811682032908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28983091&amp;postID=1309293811682032908&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28983091/posts/default/1309293811682032908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28983091/posts/default/1309293811682032908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boazeugene.blogspot.com/2009/02/hurtful-words-repost-from-january-3rd.html' title='Hurtful Words Repost from January 3rd, 2007'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11520419892602571761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sxo2xvnkVqw/R9m4AhP7MYI/AAAAAAAABQw/EIvJqCQy4Mo/S220/Day+at+the+Mall+057.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28983091.post-3603057340857486848</id><published>2009-01-29T11:21:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T12:05:55.580-05:00</updated><title type='text'>So much to Share!</title><content type='html'>I have so much to blog about but no time right now. I'm done with my Cancer treatments and I'm really ready to enjoy life. I'm laughing all the time again plus I'm feeling good enough to exercise everyday. My hair is growing back very fast now. I had my first hair cut last week. I'll that nasty fuzz is gone! I have a date in my head to take off the wig and put it away. It will be February 14th, 2009 our 23rd wedding anniversary. I've never had short hair before in my life but I will now. I took my life for grated! I didn't think it would be any big deal if I weren't here. I've learned so much this last year... I want to share it all and will real soon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I'm off to work and then off to my son's soccer game. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is fun again!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28983091-3603057340857486848?l=boazeugene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boazeugene.blogspot.com/feeds/3603057340857486848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28983091&amp;postID=3603057340857486848&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28983091/posts/default/3603057340857486848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28983091/posts/default/3603057340857486848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boazeugene.blogspot.com/2009/01/so-much-to-share.html' title='So much to Share!'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11520419892602571761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sxo2xvnkVqw/R9m4AhP7MYI/AAAAAAAABQw/EIvJqCQy4Mo/S220/Day+at+the+Mall+057.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28983091.post-105094475594261101</id><published>2009-01-26T09:42:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T09:45:28.013-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wives respect your Husband's</title><content type='html'>I think one of the top problems in a marriage is the wife showing respect to her husband. Over and over I hear how woman talk to there husband's and disrepect them. Even belittle them to others! I believe if we want a healthy marriage, we need to set aside selfishness and live for the other person. Do I always feel like sacrificing for my husband? No, I would love to be selfish at times and only think about myself. That is not really even what I want to write about today. I want to write about the way I hear woman talk to their husband's or disrespect their husband's. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are a few things I have picked up from from the Scriptures today. &lt;br /&gt;Characteristics of love listed in I Corinthians 13. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not provoked--not responding in irritation but self-control realizing God will not give more then we can bear       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not taking into account a wrong suffered--not bringing up past failings but instead forgiving and forgetting as Christ has forgiven us    1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not rejoicing in unrighteousness but rejoicing in truth --not enticing her husband to sin but "stimulating to love and good deeds"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bearing all things -- sacrificing self and committing to your husband&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believing all things -- believing the best and holding to God's promise "that all things work together for good..."  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoping all things -- having firm hope in God and trusting "all things" to the hand of God including her husband and marriage and       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enduring all things -- seeing trials as opportunity to become more like the Lord Jesus Christ We saw that these things do not come naturally to us but instead we must diligently work at "putting on love" in our lives. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let’s see what the wife is being called to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The wife is responsible to take action. Some people subtly criticize the command to submission by wrongly interpreting it to mean ‘to lose motivation and sense of purpose.’ It is the other way around. She is to be full of attention and action. She is alert respecting her husband. At the end of the age every wife will be asked to whether she respected her husband. Responsibility means accountability. The husband will be responsible for how the home went because he is head. But she will be responsible for how she respected her husband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. The wife might seem surprised at her prime focus to fear or respect her husband. She might wonder how can a great marriage be built on a command to fear her husband. Part of the confusion is what fear means. Part of it is what the world nonstop keeps saying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Chinese have two words for fear. One is afraid and the other is ‘in awe of.’ I think the later sense is much more proper. The wife needs to realize no matter how foolish her husband is and how much he focuses on fulfilling his own lusts, he is still her head. Marriage defines the context in which men and women grow. If a women does well in this area, then she will do well in lots of areas. If she does poorly here, then she will have trouble with all things. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pray this will touch your heart if you find that you are a woman who doesn't "respect your husband".  I fear too many women would call themselves respectful but if their husbands were asked to honestly answer this questions, they would have to deny her reverence.  Perhaps we are submissive but not reverent or respectful.  Even a child can obey because he knows the consequences of disobedience but show by attitudes and actions that it was not from a heart of love.  Do we submit begrudgingly or do we lovingly submit showing respect and honor for the position God has given our husbands as head of the home?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever made your husband feel foolish? I want to write down an example that I heard of how we can make our husband's feel foolish.  There was a lady that told of a time when her husband was getting ready to go to church planning to wear a shirt and tie that didn't match.  She sarcastically said, "You're not going to wear that tie are you?"  He told her he was and wanted to know what was wrong with it.  Upon reflection later she realized that her question had made him feel foolish because obviously, he had planned to wear that outfit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wife is to "see to it that she respect her husband" (Ephesians 5:33).  She should be a "helper suitable" (Genesis 2:20) offering helpful suggestions instead of "put-downs".   Scripture gives numerous examples of wives showing disrepect to their husband.  Job's wife told him to "curse God and die!" (Job 2:9) instead of supporting him in his time of trial.  When she saw King David dancing for joy, his wife, Michal, made fun of David instead of rejoicing with him that the ark was being returned to Jerusalem.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Scripture does also give us some postive examples of those who did show respect to their husbands.  Bathsheba "bowed with her face to the ground, and prostrated herself before the king and said, May my lord king David live forever"  (I Kings 1:31)    Queen Esther approached King Ahasuerus with respect saying "...if it please the king...my petition and my request is if I have found favor in the King's sight..." (Esther 5:4).  Sarah is commended in I Peter 3:6 for she "obeyed Abraham, calling him lord" .  We are told in this same passage that we can be like the holy women of old by practicing this same attitude.   Ephesians 5:33 says "....let the wife see to it that she respects her husband."  It doesn't matter that this goes completely contrary to what is being taught by the world today.  This is what God requires of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are five Biblical Principles for Respecting our Husbands. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  The wife is to respect her husband.  Ephesians 5:33&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  The wife is to respect his position.  I Corinthians 11:3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  The wife is to act in a respectful manner. Proverbs 31:23&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  The wife is to reprove her husband respectfully.  Colossians 4:6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  The wife who is disrespectful may experience severe consequences.   Galatians 6:1 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I challenge you to listen to the tone of voice you answer your husband in, listen to how you talk about your husband to others, listen to the words you use to respond to his questions, even evaluate your body language. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are we showing true "reverence' for our husbands or deceiving ourselves? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do others evaluate the relationship they see between us and our husbands? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can we repair the damage done by our disrespectful attitudes in the past? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are some practical things we can do to show our husbands respect? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope we will all honestly search our hearts and see if we are obeying God's command to respect our husbands.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28983091-105094475594261101?l=boazeugene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boazeugene.blogspot.com/feeds/105094475594261101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28983091&amp;postID=105094475594261101&amp;isPopup=true' title='252 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28983091/posts/default/105094475594261101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28983091/posts/default/105094475594261101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boazeugene.blogspot.com/2009/01/wives-respect-your-husbands.html' title='Wives respect your Husband&apos;s'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11520419892602571761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sxo2xvnkVqw/R9m4AhP7MYI/AAAAAAAABQw/EIvJqCQy4Mo/S220/Day+at+the+Mall+057.jpg'/></author><thr:total>252</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28983091.post-3450912361309693635</id><published>2009-01-23T10:00:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T10:02:16.433-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A heathly, happy Marriage!</title><content type='html'>My husband's big saying is "Don't they say romance always starts in the kitchen". This is where we spend most of our time. Cooking together and talking while we cook, seems to keep that spark going. Oh, I might get a kiss on the back of my neck as he passes by to get something out of the refrigerator. The mood just seems to carry us through the evening. I love that our children see us enjoying one another. It has kept the "SPICE" in our marriage for over 23 years. Hee, Hee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We don't go on a lot of dates. We still have 3 children at home (and one that just moved back home) that takes up much of our time. What we do is; each Saturday morning we set aside time to run errands together. We go to Whole foods, or Krogers, the bank and sometimes even out to lunch...You get the point. We just make sure we set this time aside for one another. I have to say, it really is a time that I have come to look forward to. We normally let the kids sleep-in and it is just the hubby and I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think another part to keeping your marriage alive is giving up those little things that don't really matter. Sometimes it means listening to my husband rather than reading or going to sleep. I stopped harping about who is going to take the garbage out. Nagging will take all the romance and fun out of your marriage. My husband likes to know that I think about him when he is not around. Little acts of kindness helps and keeps that spark going. The way I respond to my husband can kill the romantic mood. I really do try to think before I speak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also look for ways to serve my husband, not be served. These things I'm mentioning go both ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep the "FUN" in your marriage. Be silly. Write each other notes or poems, buy little gifts, call just to say I love you, give many hugs and kisses, and consistently encourage each other. A fellow my husband works with divorced his wife after many years of marriage. My husband asked him why? He said, "I wasn't having fun any more". I'm not saying run out and get a divorce if your not having fun. What I am saying is get that fun back in your marriage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband and I have a daily sharing time. We get up early before my husband leaves for work (15 minutes) and just talk. We laugh together, mainly because my eye-balls are hardly open when he wakes me at 5:00 a.m. it is still a time we cherish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, keep God at the center of your marriage. Read Scripture together. Talk about how God has answered your prayers. How God is working in each of your lives, your families, and how He is working in your marriage. We also like to discuss what we learned from our Pastor's sermon on Sunday. It keeps us close and the conversations flowing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28983091-3450912361309693635?l=boazeugene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boazeugene.blogspot.com/feeds/3450912361309693635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28983091&amp;postID=3450912361309693635&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28983091/posts/default/3450912361309693635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28983091/posts/default/3450912361309693635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boazeugene.blogspot.com/2009/01/heathly-happy-marriage.html' title='A heathly, happy Marriage!'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11520419892602571761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sxo2xvnkVqw/R9m4AhP7MYI/AAAAAAAABQw/EIvJqCQy4Mo/S220/Day+at+the+Mall+057.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28983091.post-8127723875733159086</id><published>2009-01-21T10:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T10:07:18.426-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Three Men</title><content type='html'>Three men were hiking through a forest when they came upon a large, raging, violent river.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needing to get on the other side, the first man prayed, "God, please Give me the strength to cross the river."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poof! God gave him big arms and strong legs and he was able to swim across in about 2 hours, having almost drowned twice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After witnessing that, the second man prayed, "God, please give me strength and the tools to cross the river."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poof! God gave him a rowboat and strong arms and strong legs and he was able to row across in about an hour after almost capsizing once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing what happened to the first two men, the third man prayed, "God, please give me the strength, the tools and the intelligence to cross this river."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poof! He was turned into a woman. She checked the map, hiked one hundred yards up stream and walked across the bridge.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28983091-8127723875733159086?l=boazeugene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boazeugene.blogspot.com/feeds/8127723875733159086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28983091&amp;postID=8127723875733159086&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28983091/posts/default/8127723875733159086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28983091/posts/default/8127723875733159086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boazeugene.blogspot.com/2009/01/three-men.html' title='Three Men'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11520419892602571761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sxo2xvnkVqw/R9m4AhP7MYI/AAAAAAAABQw/EIvJqCQy4Mo/S220/Day+at+the+Mall+057.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28983091.post-1931337244995578523</id><published>2009-01-15T10:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T10:21:06.658-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A little Laughter</title><content type='html'>Q. What does HMO stand for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A. This is actually a variation of the phrase , "HEY MOE." Its roots go back to a concept pioneered by Moe of the Three Stooges, who discovered that a patient could be made to forget the pain in his foot if he was poked hard enough in the eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. I just joined an HMO . How difficult will it be to choose the doctor I want?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A. Just slightly more difficult than choosing your parents. Your insurer will provide you with a book listing all the doctors in the plan. The doctors basically fall into two categories: those who are no longer accepting new patients, and those who will see you but are no longer participating in the plan. But don't worry, the remaining doctor who is still in the plan and accepting new patients has an office just a half-day's drive away and a diploma from a third world country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. Do all diagnostic procedures require pre-certification?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A. No. Only those you need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. Can I get coverage for my preexisting conditions?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A. Certainly, as long as they don't require any treatment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. What happens if I want to try alternative forms of medicine?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A. You'll need to find alternative forms of payment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. My pharmacy plan only covers generic drugs, but I need the name brand . I tried the generic medication, but it gave me a stomachache. What should I do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A. Poke yourself in the eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. What if I'm away from home and I get sick?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A. You really shouldn't do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. I think I need to see a specialist, but my doctor insists he can handle my problem. Can a general practitioner really perform a heart transplant right in his/her office?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; A. Hard to say, but considering that all you're risking is the $20 co-payment, there's no harm in giving it a shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. Will health care be different in the next decade?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A. No, but if you call right now, you might get an appointment by then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Your Good Health (because as you'll see, you'll need it!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Health Question and Answer Session&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with Dr. Kenmiester:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: I've heard that cardiovascular exercise can prolong life; is this true?&lt;br /&gt;A: Your heart is only good for so many beats, and that's it... don't waste them on exercise. Everything wears out eventually. Speeding up your heart will not make you live longer; that's like saying you can extend the life of your car by driving it faster. Want to live longe r? Take a nap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Should I cut down on meat and eat more fruits and vegetables?&lt;br /&gt;A: You must grasp logistical efficiencies. What does a cow eat? Hay and corn. And what are these? Vegetables. So a steak is nothing more than an efficient mechanism of delivering vegetables to your system. Need grain? Eat chicken. Beef is also a good source of field grass (green leafy vegetable). And a pork chop can give you 100% of your recommended daily allowance of vegetable products.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Should I reduce my alcohol intake?&lt;br /&gt;A: N o, not at all. Wine is made from fruit. Brandy is distilled wine, that means they take the water out of the fruity bit so you get even more of the goodness that way. Beer is also made out of grain. Bottoms up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: How can I calculate my body/fat ratio?&lt;br /&gt;A: Well, if you have a body and you have fat, your ratio is one to one. If you have two bodies, your ratio is two to one, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What are some of the advantages of participating in a regular exercise program?&lt;br /&gt;A: Can't think of a single one, sorry. My philosophy is: No Pain...Good !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Aren't fried foods bad for you?&lt;br /&gt;A: YOU'RE N OT LISTENING !!! ... Foods are fried these days in vegetable oil. In fact, they're permeated in it. How could getting more vegetables be bad for you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Will sit-ups help prevent me from getting a little soft around the middle?&lt;br /&gt;A: Definitely not! When you exercise a muscle, it gets bigger. You should only be doing sit-ups if you want a bigger stomach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Is chocolate bad for me?&lt;br /&gt;A: Are you cra zy? HELLO Cocoa beans! Another vegetable!!! It's the best feel-good food around!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Is swimming good for your figure?&lt;br /&gt;A: If swimming is good for your figure, explain whales to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Is getting in-shape important for my lifestyle?&lt;br /&gt;A: Hey! 'Round' is a shape!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I hope this has cleared up any misconceptions you may have had about food and diets.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28983091-1931337244995578523?l=boazeugene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boazeugene.blogspot.com/feeds/1931337244995578523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28983091&amp;postID=1931337244995578523&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28983091/posts/default/1931337244995578523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28983091/posts/default/1931337244995578523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boazeugene.blogspot.com/2009/01/little-laughter.html' title='A little Laughter'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11520419892602571761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sxo2xvnkVqw/R9m4AhP7MYI/AAAAAAAABQw/EIvJqCQy4Mo/S220/Day+at+the+Mall+057.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28983091.post-6273757022498867341</id><published>2009-01-02T09:14:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T09:23:34.720-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year! Things I'll be working on in 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"&gt;My New Years resolutions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I really want to make sure I'm reading the "WORD" daily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. This one is very exciting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grow in Christ; I can't wait to see what God has planned for me in 2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Keep exercising daily; I've slacked off a little since my radiation treatments started. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Keep laughing—it's contagious, ya know. Just ask my family, or my grandchildren. They say I laugh too much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Slow down and enjoy my family. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Start blogging again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Make sure I keep at least one of these New Year Resolutions. (Hee, Hee) &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"&gt;I think I might be able to keep the blog posting one or the laughing to much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Last but not least, I want to remember the 4 L's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let        (L)ove cover a multitude of sins.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"&gt;Laugh    (O)ut loud often.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"&gt;Live &lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;      (R)emembering today may be my last day.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"&gt;Love &lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;    ( I)s patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres. Love never fails.&lt;br /&gt;—&lt;a href="http://www.christiananswers.net/bible/1cor13.html#4"&gt;I Corinthians 13:4-8a&lt;/a&gt; (NIV)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Happy New Year to Ya'll&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Happy New Year to all of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p face="webdings"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p face="webdings"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28983091-6273757022498867341?l=boazeugene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boazeugene.blogspot.com/feeds/6273757022498867341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28983091&amp;postID=6273757022498867341&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28983091/posts/default/6273757022498867341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28983091/posts/default/6273757022498867341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boazeugene.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-new-year-things-ill-be-working-on.html' title='Happy New Year! Things I&apos;ll be working on in 2009'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11520419892602571761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sxo2xvnkVqw/R9m4AhP7MYI/AAAAAAAABQw/EIvJqCQy4Mo/S220/Day+at+the+Mall+057.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28983091.post-5092855431776289522</id><published>2008-12-19T18:48:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T22:33:53.533-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas at Loriannhouse's House!</title><content type='html'>The Jr. Christmas Cantata is over, the school concerts are done, the decorations are all up and my Christmas shopping is coming to and end. My Sailor received his Christmas package and my baby girl is coming home for good. Tonight, I'll be spending a bit of time wrapping presents but I wanted to take a minute and write about how much Christmas means to me. It's not the gifts that I get or the snow that is on the ground. It has nothing to do with that jolly man that you see at the malls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year for me it means a second chance. It means a chance to love, serve and show the people that are close to me how much they mean to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is spending the money for someone to do one of my routes so I can spend that few extra hours with my husband during his vacation from work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is taking that second out of my day to listen to Boaz sing Silent night in German for the 10th time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is the chance to take that minute to make a cups of hot chocolate for the men in my life after they get done shoveling snow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is taking that second to listen to my grandson sing me his solo from the Christmas play, that one last time this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is taking a minute to hug my boy's when they walk past me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God has given me more time! I don't want to waste it on being upset or angry over things I can do nothing about. God opened up my eyes these last nine months as I  battle with breast cancer. Each day I wake up. I thank Him for giving me one more day on this earth to serve Him and show other's how much I love them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't waste your life on things that don't matter. Christ can change you today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas is Christ and His example to us! He loved us so much He gave His life so those who except Him will live forever. He died for me so I could have eternal life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;"For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John 3:16&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my home and all the wonderful things the Lord has blessed me with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sxo2xvnkVqw/SUwztMauCMI/AAAAAAAACeI/gPW9OXNhUAU/s1600-h/christmas+2008+020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281653314519173314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sxo2xvnkVqw/SUwztMauCMI/AAAAAAAACeI/gPW9OXNhUAU/s320/christmas+2008+020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My sliding glass door where I like to put my Christmas cards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sxo2xvnkVqw/SUwzsj-RMPI/AAAAAAAACeA/kSveI67mVk4/s1600-h/christmas+2008+017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281653303662424306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sxo2xvnkVqw/SUwzsj-RMPI/AAAAAAAACeA/kSveI67mVk4/s320/christmas+2008+017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; One of my living room walls with my son John relaxing on the coach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sxo2xvnkVqw/SUwzsejMmNI/AAAAAAAACd4/KaUps7bklKU/s1600-h/christmas+2008+006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281653302206699730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sxo2xvnkVqw/SUwzsejMmNI/AAAAAAAACd4/KaUps7bklKU/s320/christmas+2008+006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our Christmas Tree 2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sxo2xvnkVqw/SUwzsHg6MtI/AAAAAAAACdw/dplD0bLdwQI/s1600-h/christmas+2008+013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281653296023089874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sxo2xvnkVqw/SUwzsHg6MtI/AAAAAAAACdw/dplD0bLdwQI/s320/christmas+2008+013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My two new items my husband bought me for my mantel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sxo2xvnkVqw/SUwzrz4KcEI/AAAAAAAACdo/2ElTDrRnsy4/s1600-h/christmas+2008+007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281653290751914050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sxo2xvnkVqw/SUwzrz4KcEI/AAAAAAAACdo/2ElTDrRnsy4/s320/christmas+2008+007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our fireplace plus my full mantel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sxo2xvnkVqw/SUwzPXN-URI/AAAAAAAACdg/rxk0rVeYOxU/s1600-h/christmas+2008+021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281652802022428946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sxo2xvnkVqw/SUwzPXN-URI/AAAAAAAACdg/rxk0rVeYOxU/s320/christmas+2008+021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our living room with all the pretty lights and Jimmy relaxing on our love seat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least, this little thing was passed down from generation to generation. My grandma made one of these for all of us kids growing up. After I got married, I wanted my children to have one. My mom was kind enough to make one for our children. My grandma would tie hard candy to this; I loved butterscotch. Down below is what is written on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sxo2xvnkVqw/R152f_W2U4I/AAAAAAAABEY/wttpRcf4VEA/s1600-h/new+pictures+069.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142678116458976130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sxo2xvnkVqw/R152f_W2U4I/AAAAAAAABEY/wttpRcf4VEA/s400/new+pictures+069.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;December first till Christmas is the longest time of year&lt;br /&gt;seems as though it will never get here.&lt;br /&gt;How many more days till Christmas its so mighty hard to count.&lt;br /&gt;So this little candy ribbon will tell the exact amount&lt;br /&gt;Untie a candy everynight when you finish your evening meal.&lt;br /&gt;Start at the bottom of your ribbon only one then stop.&lt;br /&gt;Now when you do this daily Christmas Eve will be here by the time you reach the top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every year at Christmas when I pull this out; I remember my Grandma and what Christmas is really all about. The love that she brought, the closeness I always felt, I don't know how to write down what is in my heart. I know she loved us with all of her heart and wanted us to stay close. I want to pass that little bit along to my children and grandchildren.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5997/3077/1600/Grand%20%26%20Gram.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5997/3077/320/Grand%20%26%20Gram.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my Grandfather and Grandmother in May after they got married in 1945, What an adorable couple. My Grandparents were so good to us kids; They would take us Up North to there Cabin on the lake every summer until my Grandmother got sick with cancer when I was a young girl. She died of Breast Cancer when she was 54; I was 13 at the time. My Grandfather died of cancer when he was 73; I was 24.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28983091-5092855431776289522?l=boazeugene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boazeugene.blogspot.com/feeds/5092855431776289522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28983091&amp;postID=5092855431776289522&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28983091/posts/default/5092855431776289522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28983091/posts/default/5092855431776289522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boazeugene.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-at-loriannhouses-house.html' title='Christmas at Loriannhouse&apos;s House!'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11520419892602571761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sxo2xvnkVqw/R9m4AhP7MYI/AAAAAAAABQw/EIvJqCQy4Mo/S220/Day+at+the+Mall+057.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sxo2xvnkVqw/SUwztMauCMI/AAAAAAAACeI/gPW9OXNhUAU/s72-c/christmas+2008+020.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28983091.post-7644509108654537805</id><published>2008-12-12T06:38:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T06:44:47.564-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What have I been up to this month Next week Christmas at Loriannhouse's Place</title><content type='html'>We have been a bit busy this month we had to add steps to our back and front porch for our insurance copy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few pictures&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sxo2xvnkVqw/SUJOKRe9iLI/AAAAAAAAB48/pinVkmkNihA/s1600-h/christmas+2008+022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sxo2xvnkVqw/SUJOKRe9iLI/AAAAAAAAB48/pinVkmkNihA/s320/christmas+2008+022.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278867651630565554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sxo2xvnkVqw/SUJOJ-5Cf1I/AAAAAAAAB40/FUSuCiU_AZY/s1600-h/Back+Steps+004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sxo2xvnkVqw/SUJOJ-5Cf1I/AAAAAAAAB40/FUSuCiU_AZY/s320/Back+Steps+004.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278867646639669074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sxo2xvnkVqw/SUJOJvDSSWI/AAAAAAAAB4s/NQrxN2ak_ZY/s1600-h/Back+Steps+003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sxo2xvnkVqw/SUJOJvDSSWI/AAAAAAAAB4s/NQrxN2ak_ZY/s320/Back+Steps+003.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278867642387679586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sxo2xvnkVqw/SUJOJQJoM8I/AAAAAAAAB4k/itF_QIgw_Fc/s1600-h/Back+Steps+001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sxo2xvnkVqw/SUJOJQJoM8I/AAAAAAAAB4k/itF_QIgw_Fc/s320/Back+Steps+001.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278867634092782530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28983091-7644509108654537805?l=boazeugene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boazeugene.blogspot.com/feeds/7644509108654537805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28983091&amp;postID=7644509108654537805&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28983091/posts/default/7644509108654537805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28983091/posts/default/7644509108654537805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boazeugene.blogspot.com/2008/12/what-have-i-been-up-to-this-month-next.html' title='What have I been up to this month Next week Christmas at Loriannhouse&apos;s Place'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11520419892602571761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sxo2xvnkVqw/R9m4AhP7MYI/AAAAAAAABQw/EIvJqCQy4Mo/S220/Day+at+the+Mall+057.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sxo2xvnkVqw/SUJOKRe9iLI/AAAAAAAAB48/pinVkmkNihA/s72-c/christmas+2008+022.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28983091.post-1499172812251960426</id><published>2008-12-11T07:53:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T07:53:45.198-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Jesus</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;JESUS was born,&lt;br /&gt;that I might be born twice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HE became poor,&lt;br /&gt;that I might possess wealth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_sxo2xvnkVqw/RXItW1SHVcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2l4xGTpNeB4/s1600-h/image002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5004112006245471682" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_sxo2xvnkVqw/RXItW1SHVcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2l4xGTpNeB4/s320/image002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HE became homeless,&lt;br /&gt;that I might have a mansion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HE was stripped,&lt;br /&gt;that I always should have clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HE was forsaken,&lt;br /&gt;that I always should have friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HE was bound,&lt;br /&gt;that I might have perfect liberty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HE was saddened,&lt;br /&gt;that I might have full joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HE descended,&lt;br /&gt;that I should be lifted up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HE became a servant,&lt;br /&gt;that I might be a son forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HE was made sin,&lt;br /&gt;that I should share HIS righteousness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HE died,&lt;br /&gt;that I should never taste eternal death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HE will come down,&lt;br /&gt;that I might go up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of this -- that HE might display&lt;br /&gt;in me the riches of HIS grace,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so I can dwell with God in heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/28983091-1499172812251960426?l=boazeugene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boazeugene.blogspot.com/feeds/1499172812251960426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28983091&amp;postID=1499172812251960426&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28983091/posts/default/1499172812251960426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28983091/posts/default/1499172812251960426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boazeugene.blogspot.com/2008/12/why-jesus.html' title='Why Jesus'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11520419892602571761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sxo2xvnkVqw/R9m4AhP7MYI/AAAAAAAABQw/EIvJqCQy4Mo/S220/Day+at+the+Mall+057.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_sxo2xvnkVqw/RXItW1SHVcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2l4xGTpNeB4/s72-c/image002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28983091.post-7897192657984746231</id><published>2008-12-10T08:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T08:13:55.102-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What God has done for Me</title><content type='html'>My quiet time thoughts~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;He has only saved me from torment in hell because of my sins...&lt;br /&gt;He has only sent His SON to die a horrible death for my sins...&lt;br /&gt;He has only conquered death by rising from the dead...&lt;br /&gt;He has only forgiven me for practially putting His Son on a cross...&lt;br /&gt;He has only given me a new heart...&lt;br /&gt;He has only cleansed me...&lt;br /&gt;He has only given me new desires...&lt;br /&gt;He has only given me a testimony...&lt;br /&gt;He has only put me with a family that tests me, encourages me, and lifts me up...&lt;br /&gt;He has only given me Godly friends to have sweet fellowship with...&lt;br /&gt;He has only given me a letter 66 books long...&lt;br /&gt;He has only let me experience true joy that only comes from fellowship with Him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This list could go on forever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scripture I was in today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;giving thanks to the Father, who has qualified you to share in the inheritance of the saints in the kingdom of light. 13 For he has rescued us from the dominion of darkness and brought us into the kingdom of the Son he loves, 14 in whom we have redemption, the forgiveness of sins. (Colossians 1:12-14 NIV)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;giving thanks to the Father, who has qualified you to share in the inheritance of the saints in the kingdom of light. (Colossians 1:12 NIV)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in whom [Christ] we have redemption, the forgiveness of sins. (Colossians 1:14 NIV)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For he has rescued us from the dominion of darkness… (Colossians 1:13a NIV)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;…and brought us into the kingdom of the Son he loves… (Colossians 1:13b NIV)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been crucified with Christ and I no longer live, but Christ lives in me. The life I live in the body, I live by faith in the Son of God, who loved me and gave himself for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having believed, you were marked in him with a seal, the promised Holy Spirit, who is a deposit guaranteeing our inheritance until the redemption of those who are God’s possession—to the praise of his glory. (Ephesians 1:13b-14 NIV)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What has God done for you? Great things already!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28983091-7897192657984746231?l=boazeugene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boazeugene.blogspot.com/feeds/7897192657984746231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28983091&amp;postID=7897192657984746231&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28983091/posts/default/7897192657984746231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28983091/posts/default/7897192657984746231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boazeugene.blogspot.com/2008/12/what-god-has-done-for-me.html' title='What God has done for Me'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11520419892602571761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sxo2xvnkVqw/R9m4AhP7MYI/AAAAAAAABQw/EIvJqCQy4Mo/S220/Day+at+the+Mall+057.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28983091.post-2092281763426923065</id><published>2008-12-08T08:03:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T08:03:56.675-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Different Christmas Poem</title><content type='html'>A Different Christmas Poem&lt;br /&gt;By Michael Marks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The embers glowed softly, and in their dim light,&lt;br /&gt;I gazed round the room and I cherished the sight.&lt;br /&gt;My wife was asleep, her head on my chest,&lt;br /&gt;My daughter beside me, angelic in rest.&lt;br /&gt;Outside the snow fell, a blanket of white,&lt;br /&gt;Transforming the yard to a winter delight.&lt;br /&gt;The sparkling lights in the tree I believe,&lt;br /&gt;Completed the magic that was Christmas Eve.&lt;br /&gt;My eyelids were heavy, my breathing was deep,&lt;br /&gt;Secure and surrounded by love I would sleep.&lt;br /&gt;In perfect contentment, or so it would seem,&lt;br /&gt;So I slumbered, perhaps I started to dream.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The sound wasn't loud, and it wasn't too near,&lt;br /&gt;But I opened my eyes when it tickled my ear.&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps just a cough, I didn't quite know, then the&lt;br /&gt;sure sound of footsteps outside in the snow.&lt;br /&gt;My soul gave a tremble, I struggled to hear,&lt;br /&gt;And I crept to the door just to see who was near.&lt;br /&gt;Standing out in the cold and the dark of the night,&lt;br /&gt;A lone figure stood, his face weary and tight.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;A soldier, I puzzled, some twenty years old,&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps a Marine, huddled here in the cold.&lt;br /&gt;Alone in the dark, he looked up and smiled,&lt;br /&gt;Standing watch over me, and my wife and my child.&lt;br /&gt;"What are you doing?" I asked without fear,&lt;br /&gt;"Come in this moment, it's freezing out here!&lt;br /&gt;Put down your pack, brush the snow from your sleeve,&lt;br /&gt;You should be at home on a cold Christmas Eve!"&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;For barely a moment I saw his eyes shift,&lt;br /&gt;Away from the cold and the snow blown in drifts..&lt;br /&gt;To the window that danced with a warm fire's light,&lt;br /&gt;Then he sighed and he said "Itʼs really all right,&lt;br /&gt;I'm out here by choice. I'm here every night."&lt;br /&gt;"It's my duty to stand at the front of the line,&lt;br /&gt;That separates you from the darkest of times.&lt;br /&gt;No one had to ask or beg or implore me,&lt;br /&gt;I'm proud to stand here like my fatherʼs before me.&lt;br /&gt;My Gramps died at ' Pearl on a day in December,"&lt;br /&gt;Then he sighed, "That's a Christmas 'Gram always remembers."&lt;br /&gt;My dad stood his watch in the jungles of ' Nam ',&lt;br /&gt;And now it is my turn and so, here I am.&lt;br /&gt;I've not seen my own son in more than a while,&lt;br /&gt;But my wife sends me pictures, he's sure got her smile.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Then he bent and he carefully pulled from his bag,&lt;br /&gt;The red, white, and blue... an American flag.&lt;br /&gt;I can live through the cold and the being alone,&lt;br /&gt;Away from my family, my house and my home.&lt;br /&gt;I can stand at my post through the rain and the sleet,&lt;br /&gt;I can sleep in a foxhole with little to eat.&lt;br /&gt;I can carry the weight of killing another,&lt;br /&gt;Or lay down my life with my sister and brother..&lt;br /&gt;Who stand at the front against any and all,&lt;br /&gt;To ensure for all time that this flag will not fall."&lt;br /&gt;"So go back inside," he said, "harbor no fright,&lt;br /&gt;Your family is waiting and I'll be all right."&lt;br /&gt;"But isn't there something I can do, at the least,&lt;br /&gt;"Give you money," I asked, "or prepare you a feast?&lt;br /&gt;It seems all too little for all that you've done,&lt;br /&gt;For being away from your wife and your son."&lt;br /&gt;Then his eye welled a tear that held no regret,&lt;br /&gt;"Just tell us you love us, and never forget.&lt;br /&gt;To fight for our rights back at home while we're gone,&lt;br /&gt;To stand your own watch, no matter how long.&lt;br /&gt;For when we come home, either standing or dead,&lt;br /&gt;To know you remember we fought and we bled.&lt;br /&gt;Is payment enough, and with that we will trust,&lt;br /&gt;That we mattered to you as you mattered to us."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28983091-2092281763426923065?l=boazeugene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boazeugene.blogspot.com/feeds/2092281763426923065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28983091&amp;postID=2092281763426923065&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28983091/posts/default/2092281763426923065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28983091/posts/default/2092281763426923065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boazeugene.blogspot.com/2008/12/different-christmas-poem.html' title='A Different Christmas Poem'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11520419892602571761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sxo2xvnkVqw/R9m4AhP7MYI/AAAAAAAABQw/EIvJqCQy4Mo/S220/Day+at+the+Mall+057.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28983091.post-941868395270962083</id><published>2008-12-05T20:48:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T20:48:40.517-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What Christmas means to Me</title><content type='html'>C is for the Christ child who was born nearly 2,000 years ago in a manger in Bethlehem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And, behold, thou shalt conceive in thy womb, and bring forth a son, and shalt call his name JESUS." Luke 1:31&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H is for the HOPE that Jesus brings to all who believe in Him and trust Him with their salvation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"By whom also we have access by faith into this grace wherein we stand, and rejoice in hope of the glory of God." Romans 5:2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know the plans I have for you declares the Lord, plans to give you hope and a future.&lt;br /&gt;Jeremiah 29:11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R is for resurrection of Jesus Christ who was born of a virgin, lived a sinless life, was both man and God, died on the cross for all of our sins, and then was raised from the dead (resurrected) and is now sitting at the right hand of God in heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"For he hath made him [to be] sin for us, who knew no sin; that we might be made the righteousness of God in him." 2 Corinthians 5:21&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I is for Israel who God chose to bring forth the promised saviour of the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Of this man's seed hath God according to [his] promise raised unto Israel a Saviour, Jesus:" Acts 13:23&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S is for the salvation that Jesus offers to all who are willing to confess their sin, believe in Him, and confess their belief in Jesus with their mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life."&lt;br /&gt;John 3:16&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T is for the empty tomb on Easter morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" He is not here: for he is risen, as he said. Come, see the place where the Lord lay. And go quickly, and tell his disciples that he is risen from the dead; and, behold, he goeth before you into Galilee; there shall ye see him: lo, I have told you." Matthew 28:6,7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M is for the mercy God has shown the world by sending His only Son to suffer for our sins and bridge the gap between man and God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Let us therefore come boldly unto the throne of grace, that we may obtain mercy, and find grace to help in time of need." Hebrews 4:16&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A is for our AWESOME GOD who loves us all unconditionally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Greater love hath no man than this, that a man lay down his life for his friends." John 15:13&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S is for the shining light that Jesus brought&lt;br /&gt;to the world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Then spake Jesus again unto them, saying, I am the light of the world: he that followeth me shall not walk in darkness, but shall have the light of life." John 8:12&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28983091-941868395270962083?l=boazeugene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boazeugene.blogspot.com/feeds/941868395270962083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28983091&amp;postID=941868395270962083&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28983091/posts/default/941868395270962083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28983091/posts/default/941868395270962083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boazeugene.blogspot.com/2008/12/what-christmas-means-to-me.html' title='What Christmas means to Me'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11520419892602571761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sxo2xvnkVqw/R9m4AhP7MYI/AAAAAAAABQw/EIvJqCQy4Mo/S220/Day+at+the+Mall+057.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28983091.post-5729159906653084906</id><published>2008-12-05T17:12:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T18:55:40.373-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sxo2xvnkVqw/STmqGwgCGMI/AAAAAAAAB3k/ytL-y4Dpe74/s1600-h/ChristmasCard%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276435471516440770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sxo2xvnkVqw/STmqGwgCGMI/AAAAAAAAB3k/ytL-y4Dpe74/s320/ChristmasCard%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I pray you all have a very "MERRY CHRISTMAS" and a "Happy New Year" from me to all of you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been pretty busy since Thanksgiving, with not a lot of time for blogging. I started my radiation treatments Wednesday, that, with trying to keep my house up, help with Jr. choir, sing on the worship team, work.... has left me with no time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It will be very light postings until after the first of the year. This week Caty and I will be trying to put the stage together for the Jr. Choir Christmas Cantata this weekend. I then need to start my Christmas shopping. The only person that I have done is my Sailor because I needed to get his package out to him by Thanksgiving if we even had a choice of him getting it by Christmas. It is taking about a month and a half for him to get our packages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sxo2xvnkVqw/STmqIiuuztI/AAAAAAAAB4E/oOm4edZhKPc/s1600-h/christmas+2008+020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276435502179733202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sxo2xvnkVqw/STmqIiuuztI/AAAAAAAAB4E/oOm4edZhKPc/s320/christmas+2008+020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sxo2xvnkVqw/STmqIP4Y5WI/AAAAAAAAB38/JfwrRFY6KvM/s1600-h/christmas+2008+013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276435497119966562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sxo2xvnkVqw/STmqIP4Y5WI/AAAAAAAAB38/JfwrRFY6KvM/s320/christmas+2008+013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sxo2xvnkVqw/STmqH0rZGkI/AAAAAAAAB30/kGGJFafan-g/s1600-h/christmas+2008+009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276435489817696834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sxo2xvnkVqw/STmqH0rZGkI/AAAAAAAAB30/kGGJFafan-g/s320/christmas+2008+009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sxo2xvnkVqw/STmqHayHa1I/AAAAAAAAB3s/l_q6JRRezUo/s1600-h/christmas+2008+007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276435482866576210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sxo2xvnkVqw/STmqHayHa1I/AAAAAAAAB3s/l_q6JRRezUo/s320/christmas+2008+007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28983091-5729159906653084906?l=boazeugene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boazeugene.blogspot.com/feeds/5729159906653084906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28983091&amp;postID=5729159906653084906&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28983091/posts/default/5729159906653084906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28983091/posts/default/5729159906653084906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boazeugene.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-pray-you-all-have-very-merry.html' title=''/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11520419892602571761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sxo2xvnkVqw/R9m4AhP7MYI/AAAAAAAABQw/EIvJqCQy4Mo/S220/Day+at+the+Mall+057.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sxo2xvnkVqw/STmqGwgCGMI/AAAAAAAAB3k/ytL-y4Dpe74/s72-c/ChristmasCard%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28983091.post-7253530562964969667</id><published>2008-11-26T08:03:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T10:08:51.634-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Thanksgiving from our home to all of You!</title><content type='html'>&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/U3PWCHP6O9qOaakDo1qL8Q?authkey=9fD-HUUMNr4"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_sxo2xvnkVqw/R6iOEfOcP9I/AAAAAAAABNg/oZd2TP5GT90/s144/beccas%20pics%2007.08%20626.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lorihouseholder/LivingForTheSimpleThingsInLife?authkey=9fD-HUUMNr4"&gt;Living for the simple things in life&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Happy Thanksgiving from my family to all of you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pray you all have a Happy and safe Thanksgiving. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been very busy getting my house ready to have everyone over tomorrow for Thanksgiving. We will be having 27 guest over tomorrow. My son and my daughter-in-law helped me come up with the menu and they called everyone as to what they should bring. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a grand day it will be!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my our menu unless I think of something else that sounds good when I'm out at the store this morning. &lt;br /&gt;Turkey (Jim, Lori, Bret and Jess)&lt;br /&gt;Mashed Potatoes (Jim and Lori)&lt;br /&gt;Stuffing (Jim and Lori)&lt;br /&gt;Biscuits and gravy (Mom and Dad)&lt;br /&gt;Cheesy Potatoes (Jim and Lori)&lt;br /&gt;Green bean Casserole (Jim and Lori)&lt;br /&gt;Corn Casserole (Bret &amp; Jess)&lt;br /&gt;Green Salad (Jim and Lori)&lt;br /&gt;White Salad (Dad &amp; Mom)&lt;br /&gt;Veggie tray (Grandma H)&lt;br /&gt;Relish tray (Matt &amp; Jen)&lt;br /&gt;Homemade rolls (Bret &amp; Jess)&lt;br /&gt;Lots of deserts&lt;br /&gt;Pumpkin pie (Don and Kim)&lt;br /&gt;Apple pie (Don and Kim)&lt;br /&gt;Cherry pie (Don and Kim)&lt;br /&gt;Pecan pie (Donnie)&lt;br /&gt;Cupcakes (Grandma H and Mike)&lt;br /&gt;cookies (Jim and Lori)&lt;br /&gt;coffee with all the good stuff (Donnie)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be very busy the rest of the day and I am sure I won't be able to post tomorrow. I just wanted to wish all of you a safe and Happy Thanksgiving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am Thankful for so many things the list could go on forever. I have posted many posts about that this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the Word sums up what we should be thankful for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 Thessalonians 5:18 In every thing give thanks: for this is the will of God in Christ Jesus concerning you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My baby girl made it home safely last night! I get to enjoy her for a week. My son Aaron is overseas on his seven month tour in the Navy right now. I am sad he won't be able to be with us tomorrow but I'm so very proud that he was willing to serve our Country. You will be missed Aaron!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This truly will be a great Thanksgiving for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28983091-7253530562964969667?l=boazeugene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boazeugene.blogspot.com/feeds/7253530562964969667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28983091&amp;postID=7253530562964969667&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28983091/posts/default/7253530562964969667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28983091/posts/default/7253530562964969667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boazeugene.blogspot.com/2008/11/happy-thanksgiving-from-our-house-to.html' title='Happy Thanksgiving from our home to all of You!'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11520419892602571761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sxo2xvnkVqw/R9m4AhP7MYI/AAAAAAAABQw/EIvJqCQy4Mo/S220/Day+at+the+Mall+057.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_sxo2xvnkVqw/R6iOEfOcP9I/AAAAAAAABNg/oZd2TP5GT90/s72-c/beccas%20pics%2007.08%20626.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28983091.post-254817578767828845</id><published>2008-11-25T07:52:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T07:59:36.605-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Be Thankful as Paul was Thankful</title><content type='html'>I really want to focus all my thoughts this week on being thankful as Paul was thankful. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We don't hear Paul say, "for health and strength and daily food, we give you thanks, O Lord." Paul makes no reference to the blessings we often speak of when we offer thanks--no mention of friends and family here. Usually we give thanks for something: I am thankful for good health, an education, a loving family, good friends, an autumn maple tree flaming red. We have been taught from childhood to "count our blessings," to be grateful for what we have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In contrast, Paul invites us to be grateful. Simply be grateful. It doesn't mean we don't rejoice in the blessings we can count, but that our sense of gratitude is not dependent upon these things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Rejoice in the Lord always." With these words Paul helps us live into a different understanding of what gratitude is, of who God is and who we are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paul invites us to see God in a different way. I want to see "thankfulness" as Paul has seen it. This is a wonderful example for us to follow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phillipians 4:4-9:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rejoice in the Lord always. I will say it again: Rejoice! Let your gentleness be evident to all. The Lord is near. Do not be anxious about anything, but in everything, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God. 7And the peace of God, which transcends all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, brothers, whatever is true, whatever is noble, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is admirable—if anything is excellent or praiseworthy—think about such things. Whatever you have learned or received or heard from me, or seen in me—put it into practice. And the God of peace will be with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If the only prayer you ever say in your life is thank you, it will be enough."&lt;br /&gt;- Meister Eckhart, (1260?-1320?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Throughout history wise men and women have encouraged us to feel grateful for what we have. Why? Very simply because gratitude makes us feel good. When you're feeling grateful, your mind is clear, and therefore you have access to your greatest wisdom and common sense. You see the big picture."&lt;br /&gt;- Richard Carlson, Ph.D., (1995)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful that God has given me hands to type my devotion, eyes to see the scriptures and lips to speak to others about what God has done for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28983091-254817578767828845?l=boazeugene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boazeugene.blogspot.com/feeds/254817578767828845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28983091&amp;postID=254817578767828845&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28983091/posts/default/254817578767828845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28983091/posts/default/254817578767828845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boazeugene.blogspot.com/2008/11/be-thankful-as-paul-was-thankful.html' title='Be Thankful as Paul was Thankful'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11520419892602571761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sxo2xvnkVqw/R9m4AhP7MYI/AAAAAAAABQw/EIvJqCQy4Mo/S220/Day+at+the+Mall+057.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28983091.post-1797310691791040022</id><published>2008-11-24T10:14:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T10:23:47.225-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Being Thankful</title><content type='html'>With Thanksgiving coming up, I am reminded of God's goodness to me. My daily devotion today is on just that; Giving thanks to God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have so many reasons for being thankful to God. He has done so many wonderful things for me. Even if He didn’t do anything here on earth for me, The assurance of my salvation is good enough. Knowing that because of what He did for me on the cross has provided me a place in heaven if I except Him as my Lord and Savior is a good enough reason to give Him many thanks. Giving thanks to God is not an optional thing for the Christian. I am thankful to God for His love, care for me, and His provision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have many reasons for giving thanks to God but the scriptures gives many reasons why I should be thankful to God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a partial list from the Bible:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God's offer of salvation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psalms 50:23, 106:47, 118:21, 142:7, Jonah 2:9, 1 Corinthians 15:57, 2 Corinthians 2:14. 4:15, 9:15, Colossians 1:12, 2 Thessalonians 2:13 God's works and deeds:&lt;br /&gt;1 Chronicles 16:8, Psalms 26:7, 75:1, 105:1, 107:22, 139:14, Isaiah 12:4, 25:1, Revelation 11:17&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God's help for us:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psalms 28:7, 107:8, 15, 21, 31, Daniel 2:23, Romans 1:8, 6:17, 1 Corinthians 1:4, 2 Corinthians 9:11, 12, 1 Thessalonians 2:13, 3:9, 2 Thessalonians 1:3, 1 Timothy 1:12&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God's character: (goodness, loving kindness, righteousness, truth, and faithfulness)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 Chronicles 16:34, 35, 41, 2 Chronicles 20:21, Jeremiah 33:11, Ezra 3:11, Psalms 7:17, 52:9, 106:1, 107:1 8, 15, 21, 31, 118:1, 29, 119:7, 136:1, 2, 3, 26, 138:2, Isaiah 25:1, 38:18, 19&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For believers thankfulness should flow naturally out of our mouths. Jesus suffered the penalty for what He did not deserve (all my sin), then freely offered to me the reward (eternal life) that I did not deserve. What an awesome God!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My goal is to be transformed into the image of Jesus Christ. I want to be more Christ like. As a model for us, Jesus often gave thanks for food and answered prayer.&lt;br /&gt;The Bible does tell us to give thanks in everything. I often complain to God about all the bad things that have happened to me - things I did not deserve, and definitely did not want. How can I be thankful for everything? I need to first remember I have a God that answers prayer, I should never be anxious about any situation. Second, although things may seem to be bad, I am told that God causes all things to work together for good to those who love God and are called according to His purpose. Some examples of how God uses "bad" things in our lives can be seen from my personal story about Joshua, my husband's brain tumor and even more recent, my battle with cancer. God used and is using this to work in our lives to better serve Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shout joyfully to the LORD, all the earth.&lt;br /&gt;Serve the LORD with gladness;&lt;br /&gt;Come before Him with joyful singing.&lt;br /&gt;Know that the LORD Himself is God;&lt;br /&gt;It is He who has made us, and not we ourselves&lt;br /&gt;We are His people and the sheep of His pasture.&lt;br /&gt;Enter His gates with thanksgiving,&lt;br /&gt;And His courts with praise.&lt;br /&gt;Give thanks to Him; bless His name.&lt;br /&gt;For the LORD is good;&lt;br /&gt;His lovingkindness is everlasting,&lt;br /&gt;And His faithfulness to all generations.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28983091-1797310691791040022?l=boazeugene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boazeugene.blogspot.com/feeds/1797310691791040022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28983091&amp;postID=1797310691791040022&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28983091/posts/default/1797310691791040022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28983091/posts/default/1797310691791040022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boazeugene.blogspot.com/2008/11/being-thankful.html' title='Being Thankful'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11520419892602571761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sxo2xvnkVqw/R9m4AhP7MYI/AAAAAAAABQw/EIvJqCQy4Mo/S220/Day+at+the+Mall+057.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28983091.post-1742643383503753549</id><published>2008-11-19T07:57:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T07:58:46.011-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll be back real Soon!</title><content type='html'>I'm still cleaning.....I'll be back as soon as I'm done! Hopefully by the end of the week if not sooner!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28983091-1742643383503753549?l=boazeugene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boazeugene.blogspot.com/feeds/1742643383503753549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28983091&amp;postID=1742643383503753549&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28983091/posts/default/1742643383503753549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28983091/posts/default/1742643383503753549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boazeugene.blogspot.com/2008/11/ill-be-back-real-soon.html' title='I&apos;ll be back real Soon!'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11520419892602571761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sxo2xvnkVqw/R9m4AhP7MYI/AAAAAAAABQw/EIvJqCQy4Mo/S220/Day+at+the+Mall+057.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28983091.post-1872875562674500477</id><published>2008-11-14T07:49:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T08:24:54.846-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cleaning for the Holiday's</title><content type='html'>I've been busy, busy, busy cleaning up my house. I started my holiday cleaning. I started with my front closet. I donated or threw away two big garbage bags full of clothes and junk. The guest room is all clean and ready for Rebecca's visit. My next stop is my boy's room! I have worked my way around the whole down stair of our house. The basement will be next! I'll make sure I take some before and after pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sxo2xvnkVqw/RizRUc5R5oI/AAAAAAAAAaE/Wc0GuPvpVqc/s1600-h/Soccer+pics+060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056646630914254466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sxo2xvnkVqw/RizRUc5R5oI/AAAAAAAAAaE/Wc0GuPvpVqc/s320/Soccer+pics+060.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the guest room.  All neat and clean and ready for our daughter's visit.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_sxo2xvnkVqw/RizRU85R5pI/AAAAAAAAAaM/GtSw0vY7wnQ/s1600-h/Soccer+pics+062.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056646639504189074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_sxo2xvnkVqw/RizRU85R5pI/AAAAAAAAAaM/GtSw0vY7wnQ/s320/Soccer+pics+062.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is my front closet that I spent all evening on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sxo2xvnkVqw/RizRVM5R5qI/AAAAAAAAAaU/vqPN42ImzbM/s1600-h/Soccer+pics+063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056646643799156386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sxo2xvnkVqw/RizRVM5R5qI/AAAAAAAAAaU/vqPN42ImzbM/s320/Soccer+pics+063.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Different shot of the front closet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_sxo2xvnkVqw/RizRV85R5sI/AAAAAAAAAak/iKzhPkLTiTA/s1600-h/Soccer+pics+061.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056646656684058306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_sxo2xvnkVqw/RizRV85R5sI/AAAAAAAAAak/iKzhPkLTiTA/s320/Soccer+pics+061.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is the front view of my closet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sxo2xvnkVqw/RizRVs5R5rI/AAAAAAAAAac/q9hHGF7p4_A/s1600-h/Soccer+pics+064.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056646652389090994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sxo2xvnkVqw/RizRVs5R5rI/AAAAAAAAAac/q9hHGF7p4_A/s320/Soccer+pics+064.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is my living room. My husband moved all the furniture for me last night so I could wipe down all the windows and clean under everything. I then took the shop vac and went around baseboard and was able to get all the little things hiding in the cracks. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sxo2xvnkVqw/RkCZZsH5dcI/AAAAAAAAAkE/T-4MHKWw4G4/s1600-h/Soccer+pics+156.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062214647784502722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sxo2xvnkVqw/RkCZZsH5dcI/AAAAAAAAAkE/T-4MHKWw4G4/s320/Soccer+pics+156.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is my Kitchen; The colors from the seventies but I love the size of the kitchen. I've been working hard to clean my floors and bookshelves. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_sxo2xvnkVqw/RkCZZ8H5ddI/AAAAAAAAAkM/FE7-n24uNjY/s1600-h/Soccer+pics+157.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062214652079470034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_sxo2xvnkVqw/RkCZZ8H5ddI/AAAAAAAAAkM/FE7-n24uNjY/s320/Soccer+pics+157.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the rest of my kitchen. I'll show you a picture of the dining room when I get my carpet cleaned next week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28983091-1872875562674500477?l=boazeugene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boazeugene.blogspot.com/feeds/1872875562674500477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28983091&amp;postID=1872875562674500477&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28983091/posts/default/1872875562674500477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28983091/posts/default/1872875562674500477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boazeugene.blogspot.com/2008/11/cleaning-for-holidays.html' title='Cleaning for the Holiday&apos;s'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11520419892602571761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sxo2xvnkVqw/R9m4AhP7MYI/AAAAAAAABQw/EIvJqCQy4Mo/S220/Day+at+the+Mall+057.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sxo2xvnkVqw/RizRUc5R5oI/AAAAAAAAAaE/Wc0GuPvpVqc/s72-c/Soccer+pics+060.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28983091.post-6688169445986169159</id><published>2008-11-10T10:00:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T10:54:18.956-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I am Thankful for so many Things</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5997/3077/1600/image002.17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5997/3077/320/image002.17.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you let someone know how thankful you are for them today? : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Thanksgiving and the Christmas holiday. I love getting together with family that I might only see once a year. It is that time that I get to see all my nieces and nephews, my sister and brothers, my Dad and mom and adopted sisters. It is always loud and crazy but I have to say I love every minute of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few things that I am thankful for today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I am thankful that I have faith in God; for His sacrifice on the cross for my sins ; for His unselfish act of Love.&lt;br /&gt;2. I am thankful for my Husband, my children and grandchildren and their good health.&lt;br /&gt;3. I am thankful for my church, were I can go and Worship my Lord and Savior.&lt;br /&gt;4. I am thankful that I get to see my daughter soon.&lt;br /&gt;5. I am thankful that step-dad is doing better. &lt;br /&gt;6. I am thankful for all of my friends, church friends, soccer friends and all the friends I have made through blogging.&lt;br /&gt;7. I am thankful for my home, my front porch, were it has a swing that I can sit on to read my Bible and drink my glass of tea. It is a little cold for this right now. &lt;br /&gt;8. I am thankful for all the beauty of nature- I love all the fall colors. &lt;br /&gt;9. I am thankful that God still sits on the Throne regardless as to who are President is. &lt;br /&gt;10. I am thankful for all the people in the Armed Services that help protect our freedoms. (Thank you Aaron and friends)&lt;br /&gt;11. I am even Thankful for my Cancer; Because God is really doing a mighty work in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;12. I am thankful for the jobs that the Lord has provided for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you Thankful for today?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28983091-6688169445986169159?l=boazeugene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boazeugene.blogspot.com/feeds/6688169445986169159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28983091&amp;postID=6688169445986169159&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28983091/posts/default/6688169445986169159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28983091/posts/default/6688169445986169159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boazeugene.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-am-thankful-for-so-many-things.html' title='I am Thankful for so many Things'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11520419892602571761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sxo2xvnkVqw/R9m4AhP7MYI/AAAAAAAABQw/EIvJqCQy4Mo/S220/Day+at+the+Mall+057.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28983091.post-2038897574681114231</id><published>2008-11-06T07:45:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T10:04:39.694-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lots of Fun!</title><content type='html'>I've been keeping myself pretty busy lately but I wanted to post these recent pictures of my babies and give a little update on Bo's soccer team plus the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Awana&lt;/span&gt; Grand &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Prix&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Boaz'&lt;/span&gt; soccer team finished second in his division. The boy's did a great job this year. I think &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Boaz&lt;/span&gt; is going to play indoor soccer starting in January. It has become a year round sport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Boaz&lt;/span&gt; won first place in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Awana grand prix&lt;/span&gt;. That is first place in the T &amp;amp; T boy's and first place over all. He beat me by seconds, darn it. I wanted my name on the big trophy. LOL!! I have to get a picture of the trophy next Wednesday. He even wanted my favorite color (RED). I got stuck with green. I wonder if that is why I didn't win? Hmmmmm, there is always next year. Hee, Hee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling good. I'm getting more and more energy back every day. YEA!!! Enough said about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sxo2xvnkVqw/SRLpt3dD4gI/AAAAAAAAB18/fTK2fBcPRRg/s1600-h/Halloween+2008+077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265527888538755586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sxo2xvnkVqw/SRLpt3dD4gI/AAAAAAAAB18/fTK2fBcPRRg/s320/Halloween+2008+077.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Boaz&lt;/span&gt; the Pirate. He doesn't look like a very friendly pirate in the pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sxo2xvnkVqw/SRLpeWUaC2I/AAAAAAAAB10/C_isPrkblNY/s1600-h/Halloween+2008+083.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265527621946051426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sxo2xvnkVqw/SRLpeWUaC2I/AAAAAAAAB10/C_isPrkblNY/s320/Halloween+2008+083.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is, Donnie, my daughter-in-law's  brother and the one who made the pirate costumes. This is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Boaz&lt;/span&gt; and his hearty mate Joshua. Ahoy mate!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sxo2xvnkVqw/SRLpeKQKOnI/AAAAAAAAB1s/cvaw2oDj5yA/s1600-h/Halloween+2008+076.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265527618707012210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sxo2xvnkVqw/SRLpeKQKOnI/AAAAAAAAB1s/cvaw2oDj5yA/s320/Halloween+2008+076.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is my oldest grandson, Joshua. The blond pirate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sxo2xvnkVqw/SRLpdozkJJI/AAAAAAAAB1k/z3Iiw9UGzjA/s1600-h/Halloween+2008+061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265527609728705682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sxo2xvnkVqw/SRLpdozkJJI/AAAAAAAAB1k/z3Iiw9UGzjA/s320/Halloween+2008+061.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Oh no, it's Ba &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;ba&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;ba&lt;/span&gt; Batman! You look good, Ethan. This is my middle grandson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sxo2xvnkVqw/SRLpdTdNzYI/AAAAAAAAB1c/FwGCKBbt37o/s1600-h/Halloween+2008+066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265527603997822338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sxo2xvnkVqw/SRLpdTdNzYI/AAAAAAAAB1c/FwGCKBbt37o/s320/Halloween+2008+066.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Oh my! Here is my little Bumble bee, Jenna. She is so cute! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Buzzzz&lt;/span&gt;! When we walked up to the doors, Jenna, would say. "Thanks for the candy". I had so much fun with her and the boy's. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sxo2xvnkVqw/SRL09M2lDSI/AAAAAAAAB2I/QK1LcEOECAA/s1600-h/Rebecca.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265540246608874786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sxo2xvnkVqw/SRL09M2lDSI/AAAAAAAAB2I/QK1LcEOECAA/s320/Rebecca.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a picture of my lovely daughter and her work mates. They got to decorate their work stations to win a prize. They did walking with the stars! My star is the beautiful, and tallest women, she is the second one in, on the right hand side.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28983091-2038897574681114231?l=boazeugene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boazeugene.blogspot.com/feeds/2038897574681114231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28983091&amp;postID=2038897574681114231&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28983091/posts/default/2038897574681114231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28983091/posts/default/2038897574681114231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boazeugene.blogspot.com/2008/11/lots-of-fun.html' title='Lots of Fun!'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11520419892602571761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sxo2xvnkVqw/R9m4AhP7MYI/AAAAAAAABQw/EIvJqCQy4Mo/S220/Day+at+the+Mall+057.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sxo2xvnkVqw/SRLpt3dD4gI/AAAAAAAAB18/fTK2fBcPRRg/s72-c/Halloween+2008+077.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28983091.post-469530939839275904</id><published>2008-11-03T11:33:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T11:37:30.659-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pumpkin Pasties</title><content type='html'>I have so much to share about my weekend! BUT no time to share today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband made these yummy little treats last week. I thought I'd share the recipe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 eggs, slightly beaten&lt;br /&gt;3/4 cup sugar&lt;br /&gt;1 1 lb. can pumpkin&lt;br /&gt;(or 2 cups fresh, roasted in the oven then pressed&lt;br /&gt;through a strainer to save your Pumpkin Juice to drink!)&lt;br /&gt;1/2 tsp. salt&lt;br /&gt;1 tsp. cinnamon&lt;br /&gt;1/2 tsp. ginger&lt;br /&gt;1/4 tsp. cloves&lt;br /&gt;1 2/3 cups evap. milk (1 can)&lt;br /&gt;1/2 tsp. allspice&lt;br /&gt;9 oz pie crust pastry (enough for two single standard pie crusts)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bake the pie filling only (no crust) in a large casserole dish in hot oven (425 degrees) for 15 minutes. Keep oven door closed and reduce temp to moderate (350 degrees F/180 degress Celsuis) and continue baking for 45 minutes or until table knife inserted in center of dish comes out clean. Cool on wire rack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make or purchase pie crust pastry. Roll thin and cut into circles approx 4" in diameter. Put a spoonful of the cool pumpkin mixture towards one side of the center of the circle. Fold over the crust into a half-circle and firmly crimp the edges closed. Slice three small slits in the top for venting, place on a greased cookie sheet, and bake only until crust is a light golden-brown. Great served at room-temperature, then you don't have to worry about your guests possibly burning their mouths from the steaming hot pumpkin inside! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28983091-469530939839275904?l=boazeugene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boazeugene.blogspot.com/feeds/469530939839275904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28983091&amp;postID=469530939839275904&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28983091/posts/default/469530939839275904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28983091/posts/default/469530939839275904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boazeugene.blogspot.com/2008/11/pumkin-pasties.html' title='Pumpkin Pasties'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11520419892602571761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sxo2xvnkVqw/R9m4AhP7MYI/AAAAAAAABQw/EIvJqCQy4Mo/S220/Day+at+the+Mall+057.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28983091.post-3240640175225500113</id><published>2008-10-31T08:05:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T08:22:18.260-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm singing for all the world to HEAR! God Is Good… All the Time! He’s put a song of Praise in this heart of mine!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>I feel so good this morning, I thought I'd post this on both of my blogs today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WooooHooooo!!! No more Chemo, no more chemo, no more chemo!! It felt so good to wake up and remember I don't have to go to chemo. It's been a long seven months but the worst is over. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I feel like dancing, I'm gonna dance the night away. Oh yes I feel like dancing.... I’m walking on sunshine, wooah I’m walking on sunshine, wooah&lt;br /&gt;I’m walking on sunshine, wooah And don’t it feel good!! It feels GREAT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have the joy, joy, joy, joy down in my heart, down in my heart to stay! Yes, I'm so happy, so very happy I have the love of Jesus in my heart. I can't even begin to write down how I'm feeling today. Relief, joy, full of life.....Oh my, I could go on forever. Well, I'm just really, really happy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have slept more in the last week then I have in a long time "BUT" this morning, I feel well rested and really, really good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a blessed weekend all! I do believe I'm going to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28983091-3240640175225500113?l=boazeugene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boazeugene.blogspot.com/feeds/3240640175225500113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28983091&amp;postID=3240640175225500113&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28983091/posts/default/3240640175225500113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28983091/posts/default/3240640175225500113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boazeugene.blogspot.com/2008/10/im-singing-for-all-world-to-hear.html' title='I&apos;m singing for all the world to HEAR! God Is Good… All the Time! He’s put a song of Praise in this heart of mine!!!!!!'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11520419892602571761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sxo2xvnkVqw/R9m4AhP7MYI/AAAAAAAABQw/EIvJqCQy4Mo/S220/Day+at+the+Mall+057.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28983091.post-6804889736614493200</id><published>2008-10-29T07:55:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T09:06:44.648-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll never Forget</title><content type='html'>Joshua would have turned twenty-two yesterday! I pulled his picture book out and looked through it; as I do each year. It sure doesn’t seem like it has been 22 years since I had him. My husband stayed home from work yesterday but we never mentioned Joshua. My husband got the kids off to school and believe it or not, I stayed in bed until 10:00 a.m. I have been a bit tired lately. I felt almost normal when I woke up. God has healed our hearts over the years but you never forget about your children. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sxo2xvnkVqw/SQhfTIowAUI/AAAAAAAABz8/EJ2zh1xaz6o/s1600-h/New+Pictures+Oct+2008+026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sxo2xvnkVqw/SQhfTIowAUI/AAAAAAAABz8/EJ2zh1xaz6o/s320/New+Pictures+Oct+2008+026.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262560946922979650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My boy's and daddy carving pumpkins. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sxo2xvnkVqw/SQhfoYpNE4I/AAAAAAAAB0M/NrQV8P-52Jw/s1600-h/New+Pictures+Oct+2008+034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sxo2xvnkVqw/SQhfoYpNE4I/AAAAAAAAB0M/NrQV8P-52Jw/s320/New+Pictures+Oct+2008+034.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262561311997105026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sxo2xvnkVqw/SQhfoG35mCI/AAAAAAAAB0E/7EFnzJQLiXw/s1600-h/New+Pictures+Oct+2008+035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sxo2xvnkVqw/SQhfoG35mCI/AAAAAAAAB0E/7EFnzJQLiXw/s320/New+Pictures+Oct+2008+035.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262561307226904610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jimmy, John and Bo's carved pumpkins. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a bit of a busy evening. Boaz had soccer practice. While he was at practice my husband and I had to run and get paint for my Awana car. The paint he bought last week from Rider's hobbie shop was dried out. The race is on Saturday so we really needed to get the paint so my car will be ready. Boaz is our last Bo in Awana; this is his last year to race as an Awana clubber. After getting Boaz from soccer, we spent the rest of the evening carving pumpkins. Jimmy, John and Bo carved their pumpkins; while daddy helped. I got the job of picking through the pumpkin yuck for seeds. We finally got all done around 10:00 p.m. We had a fun time creating more memories. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://boazeugene.blogspot.com/2006/09/joshuas-story.html"&gt;Living for the simple things in life: Joshua's Story&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28983091-6804889736614493200?l=boazeugene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boazeugene.blogspot.com/feeds/6804889736614493200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28983091&amp;postID=6804889736614493200&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28983091/posts/default/6804889736614493200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28983091/posts/default/6804889736614493200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boazeugene.blogspot.com/2008/10/ill-never-forget.html' title='I&apos;ll never Forget'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11520419892602571761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sxo2xvnkVqw/R9m4AhP7MYI/AAAAAAAABQw/EIvJqCQy4Mo/S220/Day+at+the+Mall+057.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sxo2xvnkVqw/SQhfTIowAUI/AAAAAAAABz8/EJ2zh1xaz6o/s72-c/New+Pictures+Oct+2008+026.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28983091.post-3253339513123783463</id><published>2008-10-23T19:33:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T21:59:37.460-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My life is so Good!</title><content type='html'>Things are getting back to normal around our home now. Aaron called from the ship on Tuesday. He is in the middle of the Indian Ocean right now. He said that he is going to Bible study on Wednesday evenings. He wrote this in his email.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaron wrote "i went to bible study last night, they taught about building on the foundation. like you have to build down, before you go up. the higher you go, the deeper you go. it was really good. Rob and I got 1 person to come to bible study with us and hopefully two for Sunday service". I asked Aaron what he was learning on Sunday mornings. He wrote "last Sunday we went over punishment for sins, judgement day and other stuff along the same lines, we worked out of 1 kings for most of it". How that blessed my heart to hear him talking about spiritual things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The holiday's are normally my favorite time of year. My brother called today to let me know that he won't be having Thanksgiving at his house. We have spent at least the last five years together as a family. I understand that he and his family have to give up a lot of time to get their home ready to have all of us over. The family is really to big for that anyway. Many of our kids have kids and kids have boy friends.... At first, I was very sad about this. I love spending time with family. Who knows how much longer any of us have? Regardless of how I feel, my home is just not big enough to have everyone here. Now that I have had time to think about it. I decided I am not going to let it rob me of my joy. I have been happy all week because tomorrow is my last Chemo treatment. Hip, Hip Hooray! I have so much to be Thankful for this year, regardless if things change or not. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For starters, my baby girl is coming home for Thanksgiving. I talked to Becca today. My darling daughter is doing fabulous! We talked about all the things we are going to do when she is here. Bec is even going to give me my first hair cut. I think it might be long enough when she comes to at least get a little trim. Could a mother be anymore blessed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaron and Becca  won't be coming home for Christmas. BooHOO! I'm finally adjusting to all of this. I understand that my children might not always be here with me for the holiday's or even live around me. I know they really wants to be home with us but it will be o.k. Our bond goes much deeper than the miles between us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for me! I've been pretty busy with the Jr. Choir Christmas Cantata right around the corner plus everything else I am involved in. I've just been really busy! Our Awana grand prix is November 2nd so there are cars that need to be painted. I also love spending time with my family and friends; it brings me much joy to do so! With Thanksgiving coming up and Christmas right around the corner, my paper route has been booming. Let's just say "BIG PAPERS" lots of adds. I'm not complaining, it sure keeps me busy this time of year. By the time November hits, I'll have to start delivering my advances ahead of time on Sunday mornings. It normally only lasts until January. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd better run and get Boaz from soccer practice! His team is 5-2 right now. He has three more games to play still. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I almost forgot the most important thing of all! My husband bought me A carrot cake and muffin on Saturday. I think it was just because he loves me. Could a woman ask for anything more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This reminds me of what God has done for me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John 3:16 says that He loved the world so much that He gave His only Son. His Son is Jesus Christ. God saw that we had all sinned and that sin must be punished, but He loves us too much to let us all die. To account for our sins, He sent Jesus to come into this world to die so we wouldn't have to. We have done nothing to deserve this, but it is a gift from God. Jesus came to this earth and not only revealed more to us about the character of God, but, took our place in death for our sins. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The gift I received from my husband was a very thoughtful gift. I did nothing that would cause my husband to buy me the cake and bring it up to church while I was working with the Jr. Choir. He is just a very loving, precious man. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The gift that the Lord has given us, is way beyond what I can even imagine. It was a gift from God. I didn't deserve it and did nothing to earn it. I am so thankful to Him for giving me the gift of salvation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://boazeugene.blogspot.com/2006/11/being-thankful.html"&gt;Living for the simple things in life: Being Thankful&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28983091-3253339513123783463?l=boazeugene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boazeugene.blogspot.com/feeds/3253339513123783463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28983091&amp;postID=3253339513123783463&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28983091/posts/default/3253339513123783463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28983091/posts/default/3253339513123783463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boazeugene.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-life-is-so-good.html' title='My life is so Good!'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11520419892602571761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sxo2xvnkVqw/R9m4AhP7MYI/AAAAAAAABQw/EIvJqCQy4Mo/S220/Day+at+the+Mall+057.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28983091.post-5064009859046200402</id><published>2008-10-22T08:37:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T08:39:33.855-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The two kinds of Wisdom</title><content type='html'>This morning in my time with the Lord I focused on Wisdom. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“For the wisdom of this world is foolishness to God” (1 Corinthians 3:19).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I started seaching the scriptures, I began to reflect on how little any one person knows and how limited one person’s wisdom is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to say I am good at what I do, I have gained wisdom and foresight regarding my special interests and experience. But if I were suddenly placed in a new, unfamiliar position or found myself in a foreign city unable to speak the language, not knowing how to even find a bathroom, I would become aware of my limitations. My Knowledge and experience would not help me. I would need someone to help me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Compared to God I have next to zero knowledge of Wisdom. In this world with billions of people I wonder how much wisdom each person possesses?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started thinking about the wisdom of God. He knows everything and is all wise. Even if I compiled all the wisdom of everyone in the world and measured it against God’s wisdom, it would be almost nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, when I remember that everything I know and everything I have comes from God anyway, how can I think that I hold much wisdom, this sure humbled me this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember the “wise advice” Job’s friends gave him when he had lost everything? They thought they were very wise. Job himself questioned God about why this disaster happened to him. God was not impressed by any of them. ( Job 38 to 41)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is wisdom? This is what I found the Bible to say about wisdom,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;“The fear of God is the beginning of wisdom” (Proverbs 1:7).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I begin to recognize that my life is about God, not about me - that is the beginning of wisdom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do I get more wisdom? One way is to read God’s Word and to learn from Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;“Nothing is perfect except your words. Oh, I how I think about them all day long. They make me wiser than my enemies, because they are my constant guide. They make me even wiser than the aged” (Psalms 119:96-100).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to fear God. I need to know God and the only way I can know God is by reading His word and obeying the things that are in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wisdom from Above and From Below&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jam 3:13-17 (Phi) Is there some wise and understanding man among you? Then let his life be a shining example of the humility that is born of true wisdom. But if your heart is full of bitter jealousy and rivalry, then do not boast and do not deny the truth. You may acquire a certain wisdom, but it does not come from above--it comes from this world, from your own lower nature, even from the devil. For wherever you find jealousy and rivalry you also find disharmony and all other kinds of evil. The wisdom that comes from above is first pure, then peace-loving, gentle, approachable, full of merciful thoughts and kindly actions, straightforward, with no hint of hypocrisy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 Cor 1:18-31 (Phi) The preaching of the cross is, I know, nonsense to those who are involved in this dying world, but to us who are being saved from that death it is nothing less than the power of God. It is written: "I will destroy the wisdom of the wise, and the prudence of the prudent will I reject." For consider, what have the philosopher, the writer, and the critic of this world to show for all their wisdom? Has not God made the wisdom of this world look foolish? For it was after the world in its wisdom had failed to know God, that he in his wisdom chose to save all who would believe by the "simple- mindedness" of the gospel message. For the Jews ask for miraculous signs and the Greeks an intellectual panacea, but all we preach is Christ crucified--a stumbling-block to the Jews and sheer nonsense to the gentiles... for God's "foolishness" is wiser than men.... But God has chose what the world calls foolish to shame the wise... that no man may boast in the presence of God.... And this makes us see the truth of the scripture: "He that glorieth, let him glory in the Lord."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 Cor 3:19-21 (Phi) Let no one be under any illusion over this. If any man among you thinks himself one of the world's clever ones, let him discard his cleverness that he may learn to be truly wise. For this world's cleverness is stupidity to God. It is written: "He that taketh the wise in their craftiness", and again, "The Lord knoweth the reasonings of the wise, that they are vain." So let no one boast of men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have come to the conclusion this morning, even if I add up all my wisdom with the wisdom of everyone I know, it will be nothing compared to the wisdom of God. I need to be in the Word to grow in Godly Wisdom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God cause me to want to read your Word more, build in me a healthy fear and reverence for You. Cause me to soak up the wisdom of Your Word - the only perfect words. Help me to be humble. Amen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28983091-5064009859046200402?l=boazeugene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boazeugene.blogspot.com/feeds/5064009859046200402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28983091&amp;postID=5064009859046200402&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28983091/posts/default/5064009859046200402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28983091/posts/default/5064009859046200402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boazeugene.blogspot.com/2008/10/two-kinds-of-wisdom.html' title='The two kinds of Wisdom'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11520419892602571761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sxo2xvnkVqw/R9m4AhP7MYI/AAAAAAAABQw/EIvJqCQy4Mo/S220/Day+at+the+Mall+057.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28983091.post-2144371664890655707</id><published>2008-10-19T21:42:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T10:16:30.113-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My busy but rewarding Weekend!</title><content type='html'>My girls night out pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sxo2xvnkVqw/SPx50zJcdZI/AAAAAAAABy4/7zXbUAmYH5g/s1600-h/025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259212412851877266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sxo2xvnkVqw/SPx50zJcdZI/AAAAAAAABy4/7zXbUAmYH5g/s320/025.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is a picture of my nieces. My brother Derik's girls, minus one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sxo2xvnkVqw/SPx51Q8Xj8I/AAAAAAAABzA/KGa6Aqag1Lc/s1600-h/026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259212420850094018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sxo2xvnkVqw/SPx51Q8Xj8I/AAAAAAAABzA/KGa6Aqag1Lc/s320/026.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is a picture of my two sister-in-laws, my daughter-in-law, My daughter-in-law Mom and ME!&lt;br /&gt;At times I have no idea how I get through the day. I had to leave church early today so I could take Boaz to his soccer game in Wixom at 1:30 p.m. After the game, I got home just in time to drop Boaz off at my sons house so us girls could have a little girls night out. Dinner and a movie! I went with five of my nieces, two of my sister-in-laws, my daughter-in-law and my daughter-in-laws mom. I even got to have my own bag of popcorn. When I go to the movies with my family, Bo and I always share a bag of popcorn. I think he decided I eat to much popcorn before the movie starts because he told me we should wait until the movie starts before we eat our popcorn. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;I had a great time with the girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bo's team lost again today. they are now 5-2. I just love to watch them play. I love being a soccer mom and grandma. My grandson's Josh and Ethan both play on a team too. Ethan scored his first goal yesterday. Way to go Ethan!! I am so grateful I was able to be their to see him. Josh did a great job as well! Two more weeks of soccer and our season will be over. Soccer has been good for one other thing. I use to be so nervous about driving to area different cities. I can really say, I no longer get all nerved up. If I get lost, I'll just ask for directions. LOL!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a wonderful weekend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28983091-2144371664890655707?l=boazeugene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boazeugene.blogspot.com/feeds/2144371664890655707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28983091&amp;postID=2144371664890655707&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28983091/posts/default/2144371664890655707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28983091/posts/default/2144371664890655707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boazeugene.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-busy-but-rewarding-weekend.html' title='My busy but rewarding Weekend!'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11520419892602571761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sxo2xvnkVqw/R9m4AhP7MYI/AAAAAAAABQw/EIvJqCQy4Mo/S220/Day+at+the+Mall+057.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sxo2xvnkVqw/SPx50zJcdZI/AAAAAAAABy4/7zXbUAmYH5g/s72-c/025.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28983091.post-4936746738403740159</id><published>2008-10-13T22:25:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T11:35:04.219-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Update on Aaron and Rebecca/ A double Blessing</title><content type='html'>My son Aaron is on his seven months deployment overseas right now. I receive emails from him about twice a week. I was so blessed by a line in his email this morning, I just felt the need to share!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaron wrote this to me this morning:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I just got a new second class in my shop and he is a licensed pastor. he is really cool, i go to church and bible study with him. he let me borrow his bible till i get one. I'm starting in Genesis and working my way back". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't even begin to describe how much this email blessed my heart. When we raise our children we can only pray that they will follow Christ when they are out of our home and on their own. I am blessed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Home for the Holiday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My daughter Rebecca is coming home for Thanksgiving. We just booked her flight! Woohoo! I am so excited! I haven't seen Becca since two weeks after my surgery. I just need to see my girl! I can't wait to give her a real live hug! I love hugs!!I am a Blessed Mama. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had my baby girl on my mind when my husband and I went to Aldis grocery shopping yesterday. I was so excited about her coming I bought a turkey for our Thanksgiving dinner. LOL!! I can't believe my husband let me buy it. Needless to say, once I figured out that Thanksgiving is over a month and a half away. My husband and I decided that maybe we should cook that turkey now and buy another one next month. I don't know what I was a thinking! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd better run I have lots to do! I need to decorate my house for Thanksgiving. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PTL!! Our God Reigns! I am a blessed and happy woman!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28983091-4936746738403740159?l=boazeugene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boazeugene.blogspot.com/feeds/4936746738403740159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28983091&amp;postID=4936746738403740159&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28983091/posts/default/4936746738403740159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28983091/posts/default/4936746738403740159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boazeugene.blogspot.com/2008/10/update-on-aaron.html' title='Update on Aaron and Rebecca/ A double Blessing'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11520419892602571761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sxo2xvnkVqw/R9m4AhP7MYI/AAAAAAAABQw/EIvJqCQy4Mo/S220/Day+at+the+Mall+057.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28983091.post-3882464512113773498</id><published>2008-10-03T20:35:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T21:48:41.779-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='is'/><title type='text'>Life After Chemo</title><content type='html'>Just some thoughts: These are some questions that I have been asked. "Do you think about your cancer everyday and are you scared? I can honestly say "NO." I've always been fairly upbeat and positive about everything. I have my times but I don't think excessive worrying is going to do much good in this situation. I can honestly say there are times I forget that I have cancer. I turned all of this over to the Lord months ago. Even this last bought with reaction I was having to the Taxol treatments. I really didn't know what to do but it was all in His hands. I am now on a Chemo called Abraxane. It is a form of Taxol but without all the side effects that I have been having. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the shock, I can really say I've had such a sense of peace about everything: the diagnosis, the treatment and all my caregivers. For that I am so very thankful. I think I mentioned way back in the beginning that I just feel this is something in my life I've got to get through. I've talked to so many folks who do nothing but feel SHEER PANIC. That would be horrible. In some ways I'm a totally different person than I was in March of last year when CANCER became such an integral part of my life, but I think the differences are positive rather than negative. I may not have been a worrier, but I've definitely always been an over-achiever. If I did it; it had to be the best. You know that saying "Stop and smell the roses?" Hey, that's what life is all about. Slow down, don't fret the small stuff and appreciate/cherish/embrace every positive aspect of your life. Do what you can -- the rest is going to be there tomorrow -- and if not tomorrow, the next day. Somehow I just never learned that before now. I have learned to take "One day at a time". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIFE AFTER CHEMO: I will start my radiation treatments three weeks after my last Chemo. My last Chemo is on October 24Th, 08. I should be finished with all of my treatments the middle of January 09.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hair continues to grow and thicken each week. It is about 1/8 inches long at this time. From what I've read -- and, believe me, I've read alot -- research is trying to find a chemo treatment that won't cause hair loss. I'm here to tell you that would be a GOOD thing! It's pretty traumatic looking at your BALD self in the mirror. I think/I pray I've handled it pretty well, but so many ladies really have a major problem with this. I CAN REALLY UNDERSTAND WHY! I've searched everything that I could get my hands on to find out how fast my hair will grow back. I wonder if fertilizer would help the head hair? OK, I'm just being silly! There is little to no information on how quickly hair grows back other than 6 months to a year. I wanted to know how much there would be after a month, two months, three months, etc. Time will tell! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry I'm so far behind in my updates. Life didn't stop for me when I found out I had cancer. It really was just the beginning! I'm busy enjoying my family and helping others in need. I praise the Lord every day that He is not finished with me. I think back on my life before March 17, 08. My pre-cancer days. I'm trying to learn and grow from my mistakes and I am putting the past, in the past. I don't know what the future holds but I do know that I am going to enjoy each and every day that the Lord give me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is life after Cancer/Chemo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28983091-3882464512113773498?l=boazeugene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boazeugene.blogspot.com/feeds/3882464512113773498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28983091&amp;postID=3882464512113773498&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28983091/posts/default/3882464512113773498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28983091/posts/default/3882464512113773498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boazeugene.blogspot.com/2008/10/life-after-chemo.html' title='Life After Chemo'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11520419892602571761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sxo2xvnkVqw/R9m4AhP7MYI/AAAAAAAABQw/EIvJqCQy4Mo/S220/Day+at+the+Mall+057.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28983091.post-4965724856324057271</id><published>2008-10-02T13:15:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T13:24:04.025-04:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sxo2xvnkVqw/SOUC2CWmu3I/AAAAAAAAByI/Qy5elbt3pmg/s1600-h/florida+vacation.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252607667765427058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sxo2xvnkVqw/SOUC2CWmu3I/AAAAAAAAByI/Qy5elbt3pmg/s320/florida+vacation.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                             HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY BROTHER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                             HOPE YOU HAVE A WONDERFUL DAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                               WE LOVE YOU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                        Love&lt;br /&gt;                                                               Lori and family&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28983091-4965724856324057271?l=boazeugene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boazeugene.blogspot.com/feeds/4965724856324057271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28983091&amp;postID=4965724856324057271&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28983091/posts/default/4965724856324057271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28983091/posts/default/4965724856324057271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boazeugene.blogspot.com/2008/10/happy-birthday.html' title='HAPPY BIRTHDAY'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11520419892602571761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sxo2xvnkVqw/R9m4AhP7MYI/AAAAAAAABQw/EIvJqCQy4Mo/S220/Day+at+the+Mall+057.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sxo2xvnkVqw/SOUC2CWmu3I/AAAAAAAAByI/Qy5elbt3pmg/s72-c/florida+vacation.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28983091.post-1275365720203018960</id><published>2008-10-01T05:42:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T10:41:18.029-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Why so many Birthday Posts?</title><content type='html'>I'm sure your all wondering why it always seems like I am posting someone in my family's Birthday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, this is why!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have three sister's. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My older sister, is 46; She has 8 children and 7 grandchildren.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have 7 children, I am 45; One died of crib death when he was three months old (I posted about a while back) I have 3 grandchildren.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have two younger sister's; They have no children yet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://boazeugene.blogspot.com/2006/09/joshuas-story.html#links"&gt;Living for the simple things in life: Joshua's Story&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://boazeugene.blogspot.com/2006/09/little-more-about-me.html#links"&gt;Living for the simple things in life: A little more about Me&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have two brother's &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My little bit younger brother is 43; He has 7 children and 4 Grandchildren, Plus grandchild on the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My youngest brother is 33; He has 5 children and one child on the way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas time is wonderful!! Yes, we all still get together at my Mom and Step-dad's house.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28983091-1275365720203018960?l=boazeugene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boazeugene.blogspot.com/feeds/1275365720203018960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28983091&amp;postID=1275365720203018960&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28983091/posts/default/1275365720203018960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28983091/posts/default/1275365720203018960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boazeugene.blogspot.com/2008/10/why-so-many-birthday-posts.html' title='Why so many Birthday Posts?'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11520419892602571761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sxo2xvnkVqw/R9m4AhP7MYI/AAAAAAAABQw/EIvJqCQy4Mo/S220/Day+at+the+Mall+057.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28983091.post-3039667024820630082</id><published>2008-09-26T15:02:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T15:03:19.770-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm doing a happy dance Today!</title><content type='html'>I'm doing a happy dance today! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm soooo happy very happppppy. I'm on a different Chemo. NOOOOO meds! I feeeellllllll ggggrrrreeeaattttt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll blog all about it later but I wanted to update my blog right away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 more Chemos to go!!! Woooohooooo!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28983091-3039667024820630082?l=boazeugene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boazeugene.blogspot.com/feeds/3039667024820630082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28983091&amp;postID=3039667024820630082&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28983091/posts/default/3039667024820630082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28983091/posts/default/3039667024820630082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boazeugene.blogspot.com/2008/09/im-doing-happy-dance-today.html' title='I&apos;m doing a happy dance Today!'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11520419892602571761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sxo2xvnkVqw/R9m4AhP7MYI/AAAAAAAABQw/EIvJqCQy4Mo/S220/Day+at+the+Mall+057.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28983091.post-445966428234745145</id><published>2008-09-20T17:02:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T21:14:31.806-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Fall Schedule</title><content type='html'>The school year has started out with a bang! I have two freshmen and a 6th grader still in school. It took me a few weeks to get back into the swing of things but I am enjoying all the action. Bo is in Soccer, he has had two games already. He is on a travel team so we will be traveling a bit. Last week, and this weeks games were home. Next week we will be traveling to Howell. Bo's team is 2-0 so far. This pretty much ties up our Tuesday and Thursday evenings for practice and Saturday or Sunday afternoon games. I just love watching him play. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been exercising everyday, I also try to mow the lawn when it needs it and get as much extra exercise in as I can. They say Chemo patients have a tendency to gain weight when they are on steroids. I have still kept my weight to a twenty pound weight loss. Exercising also helps if you are going through a hard time. My spirits have been up and I see things in a whole new light. Even with my boy on his seven months deployment and my daughter being in Texas I am doing pretty good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My twins are conditioning with their dad for their up coming wrestling season. They condition three days a week. At first, I thought the boy's weren't going to be able to handle it. I really think they enjoy working out with their dad. I'll write about their season when it begins. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Wednesday evening programs starts up next week. I won't be working in Awana this year. I'll be taking the year off and going to Bible Study with my husband. I will be helping out in Jr. Choir again this year. It will start up the first Saturday in October. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have two cleaning jobs that I do now, one of them is on Tuesday and one is on Wednesday. This is only every other week. This is in addition to my 2 motor routes and my Janitors job. I like to stay busy! The extra house cleaning jobs don't affect my family because they are all in school now. I think I have my schedule for the Fall and Winter months pretty well down now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I'm still singing on our Worship team at church. We are starting up a new service starting tomorrow. It is a full contemporary service in addition to a Blended/contemporary service. I will be singing on our Contemporary service at &lt;br /&gt;11:00 a.m. each week. I'm so excited to see what the Lord has in store for our church now. I pray this brings in a lot more people. I'll update what the Lord is doing in a few months. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm off to my Janitors job.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28983091-445966428234745145?l=boazeugene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boazeugene.blogspot.com/feeds/445966428234745145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28983091&amp;postID=445966428234745145&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28983091/posts/default/445966428234745145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28983091/posts/default/445966428234745145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boazeugene.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-fall-schedule.html' title='My Fall Schedule'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11520419892602571761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sxo2xvnkVqw/R9m4AhP7MYI/AAAAAAAABQw/EIvJqCQy4Mo/S220/Day+at+the+Mall+057.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28983091.post-942537530007046707</id><published>2008-09-17T06:45:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T09:20:32.222-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Aaron</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5997/3077/1600/AJ.5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5997/3077/320/AJ.5.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture is of AJ on his first Birthday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/oh68Wtz7JSD-yaV3SFVrhg?authkey=9fD-HUUMNr4"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/lorihouseholder/RXzL5kXSwRI/AAAAAAAAAA4/9FYyOYzhxBM/s144/AJ.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:15px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lorihouseholder/LivingForTheSimpleThingsInLife?authkey=9fD-HUUMNr4"&gt;Living for the simple things in life&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My baby is now 19. No party this year for Aaron. His ship pulled out last Monday for their 7 month deployment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday Aaron!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you won't be able to view this on your ship but I didn't want the day to go by without remembering your Birthday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for serving our Country. Hopefully, I will see you in seven months. Be safe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss talking to you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28983091-942537530007046707?l=boazeugene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boazeugene.blogspot.com/feeds/942537530007046707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28983091&amp;postID=942537530007046707&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28983091/posts/default/942537530007046707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28983091/posts/default/942537530007046707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boazeugene.blogspot.com/2008/09/happy-birthday-aaron.html' title='Happy Birthday Aaron'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11520419892602571761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sxo2xvnkVqw/R9m4AhP7MYI/AAAAAAAABQw/EIvJqCQy4Mo/S220/Day+at+the+Mall+057.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/lorihouseholder/RXzL5kXSwRI/AAAAAAAAAA4/9FYyOYzhxBM/s72-c/AJ.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28983091.post-6944757516485403675</id><published>2008-09-16T06:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T06:33:19.755-04:00</updated><title type='text'>20 Ways To Maintain A Healthy Level Of Insanity</title><content type='html'>20 Ways To Maintain A Healthy Level Of Insanity &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;    1. At Lunch Time, Sit In Your Parked Car With Sunglasses on and&lt;br /&gt;point a Hair Dryer At Passing Cars. See If They Slow Down. &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;    2. Page Yourself Over The Intercom. Don't Disguise Your Voice. &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;    3. Every Time Someone Asks You To Do Something, &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;    ask If They Want Fries with that. &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;    4. Put Your Garbage Can On Your Desk And Label it "In". &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;    5. Put Decaf In The Coffee Maker For 3 Weeks Once Everyone has&lt;br /&gt;Gotten Over Their Caffeine Addictions, Switch to Espresso. &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;    6. In The Memo Field Of All Your Checks, Write " For Smuggling&lt;br /&gt;Diamonds". &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;    7. Finish All Your sentences with "In Accordance With The&lt;br /&gt;Prophecy". &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;    8. Don't use any &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;    punctuation. &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;    9. As Often As Possible, Skip Rather Than Walk. &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;    10. Order a Diet Water whenever you go out to eat, with a&lt;br /&gt;serious face. &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;    11. Specify That Your Drive-through Order Is "To Go". &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;    12. Sing Along At The Opera. &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;    13. Go To A Poetry Recital. And Ask Why The Poems Don't Rhyme? &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;    14. Put Mosquito Netting Around Your Work Area and Play tropical&lt;br /&gt;Sounds All Day. &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;    15. Five Days In Advance, Tell Your Friends You Can't Attend&lt;br /&gt;Their Party Because &lt;br /&gt;    You're Not In the Mood. &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;    16. Have Your Co-workers Address You By Your Wrestling Name,&lt;br /&gt;Rock Bottom. &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;    17. When The Money Comes Out The ATM, Scream "I Won! I Won!" &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;    18. When Leaving The Zoo, Start Running Towards The Parking lot,&lt;br /&gt;Yelling &lt;br /&gt;    "Run For Your Lives! They're Loose!" &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;    19. Tell Your Children Over Dinner, "Due To The Economy, We Are&lt;br /&gt;Going To Have To Let One Of You Go." &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;    20. And The Final Way To Keep A Healthy Level Of Insanity .. SMILE&gt;&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28983091-6944757516485403675?l=boazeugene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boazeugene.blogspot.com/feeds/6944757516485403675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28983091&amp;postID=6944757516485403675&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28983091/posts/default/6944757516485403675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28983091/posts/default/6944757516485403675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boazeugene.blogspot.com/2008/09/20-ways-to-maintain-healthy-level-of.html' title='20 Ways To Maintain A Healthy Level Of Insanity'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11520419892602571761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sxo2xvnkVqw/R9m4AhP7MYI/AAAAAAAABQw/EIvJqCQy4Mo/S220/Day+at+the+Mall+057.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28983091.post-9083912068602290646</id><published>2008-09-15T09:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T09:24:36.536-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Learning to be content in all Areas of my Life</title><content type='html'>Contentment is a state I want to be in everyday of my life. With the help of God's words I am getting there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contentment by William Cowper&lt;br /&gt;(Phillipians, iv.11)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fierce passions discompose the mind,&lt;br /&gt;As tempests vex the sea,&lt;br /&gt;But calm, content and peace we find,&lt;br /&gt;When, Lord, we turn to Thee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In vain by reason and by rule&lt;br /&gt;We try to bend the will;&lt;br /&gt;For none but in the Saviour's school&lt;br /&gt;Can learn the heavenly skill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since at His feet my soul has sate,&lt;br /&gt;His gracious words to hear,&lt;br /&gt;Contented with my present state,&lt;br /&gt;I cast on Him my care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Art thou a sinner, soul?" He said,&lt;br /&gt;"Then how canst thou complain?&lt;br /&gt;How light thy troubles here, if weigh'd&lt;br /&gt;With everlasting pain!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If thou of murmuring wouldst be cured,&lt;br /&gt;Compare thy griefs with mine!&lt;br /&gt;Think what my love for thee endured,&lt;br /&gt;And thou wilt not repine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"'Tis I appoint thy daily lot,&lt;br /&gt;And I do all things well;&lt;br /&gt;Thou soon shalt leave this wretched spot,&lt;br /&gt;And rise with me to dwell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"In life my grace shall strength supply,&lt;br /&gt;Proportion'd to thy day;&lt;br /&gt;At death thou still shalt find me nigh,&lt;br /&gt;To wipe thy tears away."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus I, who once my wretched days&lt;br /&gt;In vain repinings spent,&lt;br /&gt;Taught in my Saviour's school of grace,&lt;br /&gt;Have learnt to be content. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contentment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Not that I speak in regard to need, for I have learned in whatever state I am, to be content: I know how to be abased, and I know how to abound. Everywhere and in all things I have learned both to be full and to be hungry, both to abound and to suffer need. I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me." Philippians 4:11-13&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Then tax collectors also came to be baptized, and said to him, 'Teacher, what shall we do?'&lt;br /&gt;And he said to them, 'Collect no more than what is appointed for you.' Likewise the soldiers asked him, saying, 'And what shall we do?' So he said to them, 'Do not intimidate anyone or accuse falsely, and be content with your wages.'” Luke 3:12-14&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Now godliness with contentment is great gain. For we brought nothing into this world, and it is certain we can carry nothing out. And having food and clothing, with these we shall be content. But those who desire to be rich fall into temptation and a snare, and into many foolish and harmful lusts which drown men in destruction and perdition." 1 Timothy 6:6-9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reasons for Contentment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want.&lt;br /&gt;He makes me to lie down in green pastures;&lt;br /&gt;He leads me beside the still waters. He restores my soul;&lt;br /&gt;He leads me in the paths of righteousness for His name’s sake.&lt;br /&gt;Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death,&lt;br /&gt;I will fear no evil; for You are with me;&lt;br /&gt;Your rod and Your staff, they comfort me.&lt;br /&gt;You prepare a table before me in the presence of my enemies;&lt;br /&gt;You anoint my head with oil; my cup runs over.&lt;br /&gt;Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life;&lt;br /&gt;And I will dwell in the house of the Lord forever." Psalm 23&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Let your conduct be without covetousness;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;be content with such things as you have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For He Himself has said, '﻿I will never leave you nor forsake you.﻿”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we may boldly say: ﻿'﻿The Lord is my helper;&lt;br /&gt;I will not fear. What can man do to me?﻿'” Hebrews 13:5-6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hindrances to contentment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"He [Jesus] turned and said to Peter, 'Get behind Me, Satan! You are an offense to Me, for you are not mindful of the things of God, but the things of men.'" Matthew 16-23&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"...all seek their own, not the things which are of Christ Jesus." Philippians 2:21&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"... in the last days perilous times will come: For men will be lovers of themselves, lovers of money, boasters, proud, blasphemers, disobedient to parents, unthankful, unholy, unloving, unforgiving, slanderers, without self-control, brutal, despisers of good, traitors, headstrong, haughty, lovers of pleasure rather than lovers of God, having a form of godliness but denying its power. And from such people turn away!&lt;br /&gt;"...all who desire to live godly in Christ Jesus will suffer persecution. But evil men and impostors will grow worse and worse, deceiving and being deceived. But you must continue in the things which you have learned..." 2 Timothy 3:1-14&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His way to contentment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Do not love the world or the things in the world. If anyone loves the world, the love of the Father is not in him. For all that is in the world—the lust of the flesh, the lust of the eyes, and the pride of life—is not of the Father but is of the world." 1 John 2:15-17&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And if it seems evil to you to serve the Lord, choose for yourselves this day whom you will serve, whether the gods which your fathers served that were on the other side of the River, or the gods of the Amorites, in whose land you dwell. But as for me and my house, we will serve the Lord." Joshua 24:15&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"For our citizenship is in heaven, from which we also eagerly wait for the Savior, the Lord Jesus Christ, who will transform our lowly body that it may be conformed to His glorious body...." Philippians 3:20&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28983091-9083912068602290646?l=boazeugene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boazeugene.blogspot.com/feeds/9083912068602290646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28983091&amp;postID=9083912068602290646&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28983091/posts/default/9083912068602290646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28983091/posts/default/9083912068602290646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boazeugene.blogspot.com/2008/09/learning-to-be-content-in-all-areas-of.html' title='Learning to be content in all Areas of my Life'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11520419892602571761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sxo2xvnkVqw/R9m4AhP7MYI/AAAAAAAABQw/EIvJqCQy4Mo/S220/Day+at+the+Mall+057.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28983091.post-2726635879109205462</id><published>2008-09-11T09:40:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T10:22:15.399-04:00</updated><title type='text'>No man knows the time or the Day!</title><content type='html'>I won't write about my personal life on this blog today. There are so many wonderful posts giving tribune to the 9/11 victims today. I feel for all the families that have lost loved ones to this tragic event. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have no assurance today won't be our last day here on earth. We need to live each day as if it were. Those people got up as if it were just another day, not knowing it would be their last. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have read and heard about all the calls that were made to loved ones from the airplanes and the Towers. We can make a change in our lives today. When we leave our homes, do we have any idea if we will return? We could get in a car accident or have a heart attack, anything could happen.(Do you think those people thought someone would take over their plane, or a plane would crash into their building) Look what happened to my 3 month old baby; I left for work, two hours later he was dead in his sleep. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to start treating people as if this will be the last time I might see them. . I spent a lot of time with my husband and children this weekend. I put things aside that I could do when they were gone to work or at school. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if you knew today was the last time you would see or talk to your loved ones, friends, co-workers, would you treat them any different? Would you tell them about Christ? Would you be a little kinder to them? Would you take the time to just listen? Would you take the time to call someone you haven't talked to in a while to tell them how much they mean to you? What about that person you might be fighting with, if you knew this was your last day, would you call them to make it right? Would you take time for that "I love you" or "A hug" or when the kids call you do you tell them I'll be their in a minute and never come. When that car cuts you off, (And it will) maybe say a little prayer for that person instead of a curse word?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God tells us in His word to keep watch. No man knows the time or the day that He will come back. I think our lives would be a lot different if we live as if each day could be our last.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Therefore keep watch, because you do not know on what day your Lord will come. But understand this: If the owner of the house had known at what time of night the thief was coming, he would have kept watch and would not have let his house be broken into.  So you also must be ready, because the Son of Man will come at an hour when you do not expect him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Who then is the faithful and wise servant, whom the master has put in charge of the servants in his household to give them their food at the proper time? It will be good for that servant whose master finds him doing so when he returns. I tell you the truth; he will put him in charge of all his possessions. But suppose that servant is wicked and says to himself, 'My master is staying away a long time,' and he then begins to beat his fellow servants and to eat and drink with drunkards. The master of that servant will come on a day when he does not expect him and at an hour he is not aware of. He will cut him to pieces and assign him a place with the hypocrites, where there will be weeping and gnashing of teeth (Matthew 24:36-51).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one knows about that day or hour, not even the angels in heaven, nor the Son, but only the Father. Be on guard! Be alert! You do not know when that time will come. It's like a man going away: He leaves his house and puts his servants in charge, each with his assigned task, and tells the one at the door to keep watch. Therefore keep watch because you do not know when the owner of the house will come back--whether in the evening, or at midnight, or when the rooster crows, or at dawn. If he comes suddenly, do not let him find you sleeping. What I say to you, I say to everyone: 'Watch!' (Mark 13:32-37)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we examine these passages carefully, it is apparent that Jesus is warning us to stay alert and “Watch!” as we see the Day of the Lord approaching. However, we will not know “the day or the hour.” Do you know this isn’t your last day? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Therefore keep watch, because you do not know the day or the hour (Matthew 25:13).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28983091-2726635879109205462?l=boazeugene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boazeugene.blogspot.com/feeds/2726635879109205462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28983091&amp;postID=2726635879109205462&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28983091/posts/default/2726635879109205462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28983091/posts/default/2726635879109205462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boazeugene.blogspot.com/2008/09/no-man-knows-time-or-day.html' title='No man knows the time or the Day!'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11520419892602571761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sxo2xvnkVqw/R9m4AhP7MYI/AAAAAAAABQw/EIvJqCQy4Mo/S220/Day+at+the+Mall+057.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28983091.post-4365492051949750007</id><published>2008-09-10T07:50:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T20:28:02.818-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ethan's first day of School</title><content type='html'>There is so much going on since school started but I really don't have time to write about that today. I have to head off to work this morning but I wanted get my babies pictures posted. I couldn't miss taking pictures of Ethan's first day of school. I was just blessed to be able to see all of my Grandchildren that morning. I have to admit it is handy living three minutes away from them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my grandbabies, Josh and Ethan. They are just about to get on the bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sxo2xvnkVqw/SMegn1w-ICI/AAAAAAAABwU/rYl9WDzAiIc/s1600-h/084.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244336897404051490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sxo2xvnkVqw/SMegn1w-ICI/AAAAAAAABwU/rYl9WDzAiIc/s400/084.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I couldn't help but capture this picture of my granddaughter, Jenna. She looks so pretty in all of her pearls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sxo2xvnkVqw/SMegoK9MyrI/AAAAAAAABwc/cEV_gpGpmGk/s1600-h/085.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244336903092488882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sxo2xvnkVqw/SMegoK9MyrI/AAAAAAAABwc/cEV_gpGpmGk/s400/085.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  The bus driver was kind enough to let us run across the road and get a picture of Josh and Ethan inside the bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sxo2xvnkVqw/SMegokOQXXI/AAAAAAAABws/iNxi-g9y1Ho/s1600-h/090.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244336909874912626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sxo2xvnkVqw/SMegokOQXXI/AAAAAAAABws/iNxi-g9y1Ho/s400/090.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28983091-4365492051949750007?l=boazeugene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boazeugene.blogspot.com/feeds/4365492051949750007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28983091&amp;postID=4365492051949750007&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28983091/posts/default/4365492051949750007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28983091/posts/default/4365492051949750007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boazeugene.blogspot.com/2008/09/ethans-first-day-of-school.html' title='Ethan&apos;s first day of School'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11520419892602571761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sxo2xvnkVqw/R9m4AhP7MYI/AAAAAAAABQw/EIvJqCQy4Mo/S220/Day+at+the+Mall+057.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sxo2xvnkVqw/SMegn1w-ICI/AAAAAAAABwU/rYl9WDzAiIc/s72-c/084.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28983091.post-2776752328903372370</id><published>2008-09-07T21:51:00.011-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T11:30:17.811-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Keeping the Romance Alive!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://chrysaliscom.blogspot.com/"&gt;It's Marriage Monday; C h r y s a l i s is the host of Marriage Monday. Don't forget to click over and see what other christian women have to say on this subject!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://chrysaliscom.blogspot.com/search/label/Marriage%20Monday"&gt;&lt;img alt="1st Monday Every Month at Chrysalis" src="http://i61.photobucket.com/albums/h79/chrysaliscom/MarriageMonday2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://chrysaliscom.blogspot.com/2007/09/new-marriage-monday-button-code.html"&gt;Want this button?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband's big saying is "Don't they say romance always starts in the kitchen". This is where we spend most of our time. Cooking together and talking while we cook, seems to keep that spark going. Oh, I might get a kiss on the back of my neck as he passes by to get something out of the refrigerator. The mood just seems to carry us through the evening. I love that our children see us enjoying one another. It has kept the "SPICE" in our marriage for over 22 years. Hee, Hee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We don't go on a lot of dates. We still have 3 children at home that takes up much of our time. What we do is; each Saturday morning we set aside time to run errands together. We go to Whole foods, or Krogers, the bank and sometimes even out to lunch...You get the point. We just make sure we set this time aside for one another. I have to say, it really is a time that I have come to look forward to. We normally let the kids sleep-in and it is just the hubby and I. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think another part to keeping your marriage alive is giving up those little things that don't really matter. Sometimes it means listening to my husband rather than reading or going to sleep. I stopped harping about who is going to take the garbage out. Nagging will take all the romance and fun out of your marriage.  My husband likes to know that I think about him when he is not around. Little acts of kindness helps and keeps that spark going. The way I respond to my husband can kill the romantic mood. I really do try to think before I speak. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also look for ways to serve my husband, not be served. These things I'm mentioning go both ways. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep the "FUN" in your marriage. Be silly. Write each other notes or poems, buy little gifts, call just to say I love you, give many hugs and kisses, and consistently encourage each other. A fellow my husband works with divorced his wife after many years of marriage. My husband asked him why? He said, "I wasn't having fun any more". I'm not saying run out and get a divorce if your not having fun. What I am saying is get that fun back in your marriage.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband and I have a daily sharing time. We get up early before my husband leaves for work (15 minutes) and just talk. We laugh together, mainly because my eye-balls are hardly open when he wakes me at 5:00 a.m. it is still a time we cherish. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, keep God at the center of your marriage. Read Scripture together. Talk about how God has answered your prayers. How God is working in each of your lives, your families, and how He is working in your marriage. We also like to discuss what we learned from our Pastor's sermon on Sunday. It keeps us close and the conversations flowing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28983091-2776752328903372370?l=boazeugene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boazeugene.blogspot.com/feeds/2776752328903372370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28983091&amp;postID=2776752328903372370&amp;isPopup=true' title='27 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28983091/posts/default/2776752328903372370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28983091/posts/default/2776752328903372370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boazeugene.blogspot.com/2008/09/keeping-romance-alive.html' title='Keeping the Romance Alive!'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11520419892602571761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sxo2xvnkVqw/R9m4AhP7MYI/AAAAAAAABQw/EIvJqCQy4Mo/S220/Day+at+the+Mall+057.jpg'/></author><thr:total>27</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28983091.post-330085322466392451</id><published>2008-09-05T20:22:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T08:38:57.292-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday to my lovely Daughter-in-law, Jessica.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sxo2xvnkVqw/SHsfEylloyI/AAAAAAAABrg/jH9f71pOx18/s1600-h/New+pictures+458.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222802360025588514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sxo2xvnkVqw/SHsfEylloyI/AAAAAAAABrg/jH9f71pOx18/s400/New+pictures+458.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is my daughter-in-law, Jessica, my son, Bret, and my lovely Granddaughter, Jenna. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post is dedicated to my "Best Friend" Jessica; My lovely Daughter-in-Law.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday Jessica!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You keep yourself busy raising my three grandchildren, yet you are always there for me. If it weren't for you, I don't know how far the cancer would have spread before I went to the doctors. You loved me enough to call me over and over again to ask me to please go. I really don't know what would have happened had you not been so persistent. Even using the love of my grandchildren. : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are always there when I need you. You are there to listen when I need a friend! You know I don't like to cry in front of people, yet, even through my tears, you haven't looked down on me but have been my support. Thank you for even being there when I lost my hair. I still can't believe that while you were on vacation, you thought of me and brought me all those pretty scarves. I love all of them! Finally, thank you for taking care of my son so well and my three Grandchildren. BTW-Your a good listener too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Words will never describe how much I love and care about you. &lt;br /&gt;You have been a big support to me for many, many years. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so happy that Bret recognized you with such a wonderful Birthday surprise today. A day at the SPA and a Lap Top computer! I can't wait until I see you tomorrow, I bet you are more beautiful (if that is possible) then you were when I saw you yesterday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love and Hugs,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lori&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28983091-330085322466392451?l=boazeugene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boazeugene.blogspot.com/feeds/330085322466392451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28983091&amp;postID=330085322466392451&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28983091/posts/default/330085322466392451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28983091/posts/default/330085322466392451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boazeugene.blogspot.com/2008/09/this-is-my-daughter-in-law-jessica-my.html' title='Happy Birthday to my lovely Daughter-in-law, Jessica.'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11520419892602571761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sxo2xvnkVqw/R9m4AhP7MYI/AAAAAAAABQw/EIvJqCQy4Mo/S220/Day+at+the+Mall+057.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_sxo2xvnkVqw/SHsfEylloyI/AAAAAAAABrg/jH9f71pOx18/s72-c/New+pictures+458.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28983091.post-8821130977053126128</id><published>2008-09-01T20:49:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T07:45:59.161-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's that time of year Again!</title><content type='html'>Every time school starts up I get a sick feeling; I know I won't get to see my children very much. With all of their after school activities, school all day, homework, sports, Awana and youth group, there isn't much free time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I home-schooled my children for 5 years before making the decision to put them in the public school system. My husband got very ill and was home from work a lot. After months of being sick with bad migraine like headaches, he lost his vision in his right eye, they diagnosed him with a brain tumor. (Prolactinoma) After this, we sent our 4 younger children to a Charter school. I home schooled my daughter until she was going into her ninth grade year. My children ask me every year if they can just be home-schooled again. I know I just don't have it in me to home school again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just can't believe that it’s time for my children to go back to school. With everything that has been going on in my life, I haven't spent enough time with my children. I can't believe Boaz (My baby) will be in 6th grade. My twin boys (14) are going into the 9th grade, and my Sailor will be leaving for his 7 month deployment in a week. He said, he would be able to email me some when he is over seas and he will try to call a couple of times. BooHoo, I talk to him almost everyday now. Ohhhh, poor me! It's just going to be another adjustment is all. My daughter has been in Texas for almost a year and a half now. My oldest son is 30 (He is a district manager over 8 Auto port plants) with a beautiful wife and 3 children of his own. I can't believe my middle grand baby is going to start Kindergarten tomorrow. Guess who will be running over to Ethan's house in the morning. Yes, Me! I have to get pictures of him leaving for school for the first time. I pray I don't cry when he gets on that big yellow bus. Little Ethan and I have spent a lot of time together in his little life. Oh goodness, it's not like I won't ever see him again. I really enjoyed our mornings together when the other children were in school. Oh my, am I a whiner tonight. It will take me about a week before I get into the swing of things again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohhhh, I don't like growing up. I think back to the years when all of my children lived at home. Those were some fun times! Enough of my whining and boohooing (is that a word) for one night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent a bit of time today getting everything ready for my boy's to go back to school. I do believe we are all set! It is now time for showers, prayers and off to bed. We have a very early start tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28983091-8821130977053126128?l=boazeugene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boazeugene.blogspot.com/feeds/8821130977053126128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28983091&amp;postID=8821130977053126128&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28983091/posts/default/8821130977053126128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28983091/posts/default/8821130977053126128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boazeugene.blogspot.com/2008/09/every-time-school-starts-up-i-get-sick.html' title='It&apos;s that time of year Again!'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11520419892602571761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sxo2xvnkVqw/R9m4AhP7MYI/AAAAAAAABQw/EIvJqCQy4Mo/S220/Day+at+the+Mall+057.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28983091.post-277121418551913202</id><published>2008-08-29T23:28:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T23:32:09.227-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ways we can show our gratitude to God</title><content type='html'>I couldn't sleep tonight so I went to God's Word. I was looking up different ways we can show our praise to God. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After reading the Psalmists' instruction, I asked myself if I truly live my life expressing thankfulness to God? Or am I numbered among those that are living a life of ingratitude. I pray I never forget who God really is and what He has done for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Lord For leading and teaching me in Your ways, for loving me unconditionally and teaching me to love others as You love me. I want to thank you for my home and the truck that I drive, for running water, for electricity that is turned on by the flick of a switch. For protecting me and keeping watch over me to make it safely through each and every day. For the family You graciously provided, the grand children who I love with all of my heart. I thank you for the friends You have sent my way, even if some of them were only for a short time. Last of all today I want to thank You for sending your Son to die for my sins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to praise God with my mouth, not just my mind&lt;br /&gt;Psalm 51:15, O Lord, open thou my lips; and my mouth shall shew forth thy praise. 63:5, 66:8, 66:17, 71:8, 15, 24, 105:2, 109:30, 119:171-172, 145:21    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to seek God, thirst for Him &lt;br /&gt;Psalm 22:26 The poor will eat and be satisfied; they who seek the LORD will praise Him, may your hearts live forever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psalm 42:2, 63:8, 105:4    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to thank God continuously &lt;br /&gt;Psalm 71:6 From birth I have relied on you; you brought me forth from my mother's womb. I will ever praise you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psalm 8:14-15, 75:9, 79:13, 92:1-2, 115:18    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to tell people about God's wondrous works &lt;br /&gt;Psalm 26:7 proclaiming aloud your praise and telling of all your wonderful deeds. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psalm 96:3    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to thank and praise God in front of my brothers and sisters in the congregation, among many people &lt;br /&gt;Psalm 22:22 I will declare your name to my brothers; in the congregation I will praise you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psalm 22:25, 26:12, 35:18, 68:26, 111:1, 116:19    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to praise God in front of the unsaved of all nations  &lt;br /&gt;Psalm 18:49 Therefore I will praise you among the nations, O LORD; I will sing praises to your name. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psalm 57:9, 96:10, 108:3    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to praise God to the next and all generations &lt;br /&gt;Psalm 79:13 Then we your people, the sheep of your pasture, will praise you forever;       from generation to generation we will recount your praise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psalm 102:18, 145:4    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to sing praises to God, I need to sing with understanding, and make it glorious &lt;br /&gt;Psalm 7:17 I will give thanks to the LORD because of his righteousness and will sing praise to the name of the LORD Most High.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psalm 47:7, 66:2, 66:4, 9:2, 27:6, 28:7, 57:9, 61:8, 63:7, 68:4, 32, 69:30, 71:22-23, 92:1, 96:2, 101:1, 104:33, 105:2, 135:3, 146:2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to even sing for joy in my bed  &lt;br /&gt;Psalm 149:5 Let the saints rejoice in this honor and sing for joy on their beds.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to praise Him with all my heart  &lt;br /&gt;Psalm 9:1 I will praise you, O LORD, with all my heart; I will tell of all your wonders.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Psalm 86:12, 111:1, 138:1    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to be glad and rejoice in God  &lt;br /&gt;Psalm 9:2 I will be glad and rejoice in you; I will sing praise to your name, O Most High.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to fear God, honor Him, glorify Him, revere Him  &lt;br /&gt;Psalm 22:23 You who fear the LORD, praise him! All you descendants of Jacob, honor him! Revere him, all you descendants of Israel!   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to love and respect God's house  &lt;br /&gt;Psalm 26:8, 138:2    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to stop sinning and seek righteousness  &lt;br /&gt;Psalm 33:1 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to shout for joy, rejoice  &lt;br /&gt;Psalm 33:3    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to be creative in my praise  &lt;br /&gt;Psalm 33:3, 149:1    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to stand in awe of Him  &lt;br /&gt;Psalm 33:8    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to remember and praise God's names  &lt;br /&gt;Psalm 44:8, 45:17, 54:6    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to lift up my hands to Him  &lt;br /&gt;Psalm 63:4    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to think about God at night  &lt;br /&gt;Psalm 63:6    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to encourage other to praise and thank God  &lt;br /&gt;Psalm 67:3-5    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love to do this behind close doors, I need to praise Him with dancing &lt;br /&gt;Psalm 150:3, 30:11, 149:3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28983091-277121418551913202?l=boazeugene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boazeugene.blogspot.com/feeds/277121418551913202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28983091&amp;postID=277121418551913202&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28983091/posts/default/277121418551913202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28983091/posts/default/277121418551913202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boazeugene.blogspot.com/2008/08/ways-we-can-show-our-gratitude-to-god.html' title='Ways we can show our gratitude to God'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11520419892602571761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sxo2xvnkVqw/R9m4AhP7MYI/AAAAAAAABQw/EIvJqCQy4Mo/S220/Day+at+the+Mall+057.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28983091.post-7585333760916980582</id><published>2008-08-24T21:20:00.011-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T10:07:04.472-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 21st Birthday Rebecca</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://viewmorepics.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=viewImage&amp;amp;friendID=66422356&amp;amp;albumID=2271465&amp;amp;imageID=33905012#a=2271465&amp;amp;i=33905290"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://viewmorepics.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=viewImage&amp;amp;friendID=66422356&amp;amp;albumID=2271465&amp;amp;imageID=33905012#a=2271465&amp;amp;i=33903110"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://viewmorepics.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=viewImage&amp;amp;friendID=66422356&amp;amp;albumID=2271465&amp;amp;imageID=33905012#a=2271465&amp;amp;i=33903803"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://viewmorepics.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=viewImage&amp;amp;friendID=66422356&amp;amp;albumID=2271465&amp;amp;imageID=33905012#a=2271465&amp;amp;i=33904102"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://viewmorepics.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=viewImage&amp;amp;friendID=66422356&amp;amp;albumID=2271465&amp;amp;imageID=33905012#a=2271465&amp;amp;i=33904902"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://viewmorepics.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=viewImage&amp;amp;friendID=66422356&amp;amp;albumID=2271465&amp;amp;imageID=33905012#a=2271465&amp;amp;i=33904945"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://viewmorepics.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=viewImage&amp;amp;friendID=66422356&amp;amp;albumID=2271465&amp;amp;imageID=33905012#a=2271465&amp;amp;i=33905290"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://viewmorepics.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=viewImage&amp;amp;friendID=66422356&amp;amp;albumID=2271465&amp;amp;imageID=33905012#a=2271465&amp;amp;i=33903110"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://viewmorepics.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=viewImage&amp;amp;friendID=66422356&amp;amp;albumID=2271465&amp;amp;imageID=33905012#a=2271465&amp;amp;i=33903803"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://viewmorepics.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=viewImage&amp;amp;friendID=66422356&amp;amp;albumID=2271465&amp;amp;imageID=33905012#a=2271465&amp;amp;i=33904102"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://viewmorepics.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=viewImage&amp;amp;friendID=66422356&amp;amp;albumID=2271465&amp;amp;imageID=33905012#a=2271465&amp;amp;i=33904902"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://viewmorepics.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=viewImage&amp;amp;friendID=66422356&amp;amp;albumID=2271465&amp;amp;imageID=33905012#a=2271465&amp;amp;i=33904945"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://viewmorepics.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=viewImage&amp;amp;friendID=66422356&amp;amp;albumID=2271465&amp;amp;imageID=33903990"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://hotlink.myspacecdn.com/images01/100/72ad016f4e2aca82ea9dcd367b1be14c/m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My Dad and Step-Mom through Rebecca a special 21st Birthday party on Saturday. My Baby girl moved to Texas a year ago April. Due to matters out of my control, I couldn't make it to Texas for her party. Rebecca's friend Angela posted these picture on her my space so I could be a part of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday Rebecca, I miss you more than I can say. I love all of the pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://viewmorepics.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=viewImage&amp;amp;friendID=66422356&amp;amp;albumID=2271465&amp;amp;imageID=33904072"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://hotlink.myspacecdn.com/images01/48/aa8041712fad12b3abbde835441aa150/m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://viewmorepics.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=viewImage&amp;amp;friendID=66422356&amp;amp;albumID=2271465&amp;amp;imageID=33903782"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://hotlink.myspacecdn.com/images01/112/3855a8547f4f6df0825fc3dc40ff524d/m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This looked like a lot of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://viewmorepics.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=viewImage&amp;amp;friendID=66422356&amp;amp;albumID=2271465&amp;amp;imageID=33903059"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://hotlink.myspacecdn.com/images01/37/f5bb81daa872c709ddaf65ee0c58d36c/m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love this picture of Rebecca and James.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://viewmorepics.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=viewImage&amp;amp;friendID=66422356&amp;amp;albumID=2271465&amp;amp;imageID=33905154"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://hotlink.myspacecdn.com/images01/128/0192867429d3d29587e9609829d3c4ec/m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Thank you Dad and Lynn for making Rebecca's Birthday so special.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28983091-7585333760916980582?l=boazeugene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boazeugene.blogspot.com/feeds/7585333760916980582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28983091&amp;postID=7585333760916980582&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28983091/posts/default/7585333760916980582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28983091/posts/default/7585333760916980582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boazeugene.blogspot.com/2008/08/blog-post.html' title='Happy 21st Birthday Rebecca'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11520419892602571761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sxo2xvnkVqw/R9m4AhP7MYI/AAAAAAAABQw/EIvJqCQy4Mo/S220/Day+at+the+Mall+057.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28983091.post-6560830789314824630</id><published>2008-08-20T04:27:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T20:21:02.630-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Almost back to Normal</title><content type='html'>I have so much to blog about but I'm a bit tired right now. I just got done cleaning the church and I have a new house cleaning job this morning. Well, it is sort of my old house cleaning job back again. My former boss rented out his house for a while back in January, while he and his wife were in Brazil. He is back and asked me if I would be willing to clean for him again. It really came at a good time with my boy's going back to school soon. I meet with him this morning at 8:30 a.m. to discuss the details. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My boy's really enjoyed their camping trip with their best friend's. They went to Harrison Michigan for 10 days with some dear friend's of ours. This family has been so wonderful to my boy's. Alan and Shirley took our boy's every Friday during my hardest Chemo. I am so very grateful to this family for all they have done for us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While Jimmy and John were with the Miller's, Boaz was with my daughter-in-law for the week. My son and daughter-in-law have also been wonderful with Boaz. While the Miller's had Jimmy and John, my daughter-in-law has taken Boaz. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know these people have no idea what a blessing they have been to me. I worry about my boy's, how they are going to be able to handle their mom having cancer and having to have treatments. I have to say with all the TLC, they are doing just fine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night was Boaz first fall soocer practice. I can't believe this but his first game is Sept. 6th. Where did the summer go? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Post from My journey with Cancer)This is another reason I haven't been blogging. &lt;br /&gt;I caught myself a little bug this weekend and I've been fighting to get back to normal since Sunday. In church on Sunday morning our quartet lead Worship and did special music in our 8:00 a.m. service. I was feeling a bit tired but not really that bad until right before we sang in our 10:30 a.m. service. During Sunday school I kept getting colder and colder. By the time it was over my stomach was very upset and I was very chilled. I thought it was just nerves because I had a little solo in our quartet piece we did. By the time I got home from church on Sunday my whole body hurt. I slept from 12:30 p.m. until 8:30 p.m. Sunday night just to return to bed at 10:00 p.m. I felt a little bit better on Monday but I was still not feeling right. I slept until I had to go to work at 11:00 a.m. Today was a lot better but I was still very tired out. I just thought I'd better sleep as much as I could so I could get over this. My husband wasn't feeling well on Monday night. He had the same systems I had on Sunday and John came down with it this morning. (Mom don't worry, I'm feeling a lot better tonight)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is taking me a bit longer to get over things these days with the Chemo and all but I did get over it. I still need prayer as I have started my weekly chemo treatments. Only 10 to go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is still carrying me through all of this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28983091-6560830789314824630?l=boazeugene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boazeugene.blogspot.com/feeds/6560830789314824630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28983091&amp;postID=6560830789314824630&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28983091/posts/default/6560830789314824630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28983091/posts/default/6560830789314824630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boazeugene.blogspot.com/2008/08/almost-back-to-normal.html' title='Almost back to Normal'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11520419892602571761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sxo2xvnkVqw/R9m4AhP7MYI/AAAAAAAABQw/EIvJqCQy4Mo/S220/Day+at+the+Mall+057.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28983091.post-3064811693057233279</id><published>2008-08-12T06:00:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T09:28:08.359-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday to my 'hunk-o-muffin-computer-stud'</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sxo2xvnkVqw/SKFg_uYQ3II/AAAAAAAABwM/Wu9-3y3b76w/s1600-h/038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sxo2xvnkVqw/SKFg_uYQ3II/AAAAAAAABwM/Wu9-3y3b76w/s400/038.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233570889879051394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Happy Birthday my Love. Oh, I have to confess, I borrowed this from Kristy's blog. (Thanks Kristy) Happy Birthday to my 'hunk-o-muffin-computer-stud'....Wooooohooo! I just love this picture of my husband. Our little granddaughter Jenna handed Papa her little doll. The look on Papa's face when he realized he was holding a doll, was just priceless. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This man deserves a big award (Husband of the Year) for his Birthday but instead he is just stuck with me. For 22 years this man has been by my side through good days and bad. Even with my resent illness he has not only showered me with love and kindness but has bent over backwards to make my life easier. I believe that is part of the reason I am doing so well with all of this. Not once, and I mean once, have I heard him complain about the added work put on his shoulder's because of it all. Words cannot describe how wonderful this man has been. I didn't have to look very far to find the man of my dreams. He has been right under my noise the whole time. I praise the Lord that God brought this special man into my life years ago. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are going to have a super duper Birthday party for him tonight. As I have stated many times, we let the Birthday person pick out their dinner. LOL! Mom, you will get a kick out of this one. My man has asked for Tuna noodle Casserole and Banana bread for his Birthday dinner. I really don't even remember the last time I made this dish but that is what we will be having for dinner tonight. His mother wants to add a stir fry and I thought for the kids in the group I would add hot dogs and Mac and Cheese. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll try and take lots of pictures! I already gave him his main gift. He asked for a 26 inch bike with a big seat. I picked it up from Toy "R" Us last night. I couldn't wait to show him so I gave it to him last night when I got home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28983091-3064811693057233279?l=boazeugene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boazeugene.blogspot.com/feeds/3064811693057233279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28983091&amp;postID=3064811693057233279&amp;isPopup=true' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28983091/posts/default/3064811693057233279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28983091/posts/default/3064811693057233279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boazeugene.blogspot.com/2008/08/happy-birthday-sweetheat.html' title='Happy Birthday to my &apos;hunk-o-muffin-computer-stud&apos;'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11520419892602571761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sxo2xvnkVqw/R9m4AhP7MYI/AAAAAAAABQw/EIvJqCQy4Mo/S220/Day+at+the+Mall+057.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sxo2xvnkVqw/SKFg_uYQ3II/AAAAAAAABwM/Wu9-3y3b76w/s72-c/038.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28983091.post-3631084674570850240</id><published>2008-08-04T10:16:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T10:21:43.003-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Stromboli</title><content type='html'>My have I been busy! Last week I had to get my twin boy's ready to go on a camping trip with their best friend's. They will be gone until August 10th. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to a pig roast on Saturday at our Awana Commander's house. I took two of my grandchildren plus my son Bo. We had a great time. I'll have to share all about it soon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight my hubby is going to make Stromboli for us for dinner. I thought I'd share the recipe. YUMMY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frozen Bread dough - let thaw&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 egg yolk&lt;br /&gt;1 table spoon permasan cheese&lt;br /&gt;1tsp parsley&lt;br /&gt;1tsp oregano&lt;br /&gt;1/2 tsp pepper&lt;br /&gt;2 table spoons oil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mix together,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roll out dough, spread mix over dough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fill with Meat and cheese and veg of your choice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Mild sausage, mushrooms, onions and cheese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pinch dough sides together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Use egg whites - brush over the bread&lt;br /&gt;roll up dough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bake at 350 degrees for 35 - 45 minutes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This makes 1 loaf&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28983091-3631084674570850240?l=boazeugene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boazeugene.blogspot.com/feeds/3631084674570850240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28983091&amp;postID=3631084674570850240&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28983091/posts/default/3631084674570850240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28983091/posts/default/3631084674570850240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boazeugene.blogspot.com/2008/08/stromboli.html' title='Stromboli'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11520419892602571761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sxo2xvnkVqw/R9m4AhP7MYI/AAAAAAAABQw/EIvJqCQy4Mo/S220/Day+at+the+Mall+057.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28983091.post-873971276112762968</id><published>2008-07-30T08:51:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T08:58:36.142-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What a Happy Couple</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sxo2xvnkVqw/SJBkWd2oPZI/AAAAAAAABvs/k9cUKacXeRk/s1600-h/Me_and_James_July_08%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sxo2xvnkVqw/SJBkWd2oPZI/AAAAAAAABvs/k9cUKacXeRk/s400/Me_and_James_July_08%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228789504510803346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;James &amp; my beautiful daughter Rebecca.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28983091-873971276112762968?l=boazeugene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boazeugene.blogspot.com/feeds/873971276112762968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28983091&amp;postID=873971276112762968&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28983091/posts/default/873971276112762968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28983091/posts/default/873971276112762968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boazeugene.blogspot.com/2008/07/happy-couple.html' title='What a Happy Couple'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11520419892602571761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sxo2xvnkVqw/R9m4AhP7MYI/AAAAAAAABQw/EIvJqCQy4Mo/S220/Day+at+the+Mall+057.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_sxo2xvnkVqw/SJBkWd2oPZI/AAAAAAAABvs/k9cUKacXeRk/s72-c/Me_and_James_July_08%5B1%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28983091.post-7675576043509132046</id><published>2008-07-24T06:05:00.011-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T10:04:03.979-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm on the top of the World</title><content type='html'>Whoops, I know this post is a day late (sorry Mom) but yesterday I had a big day. For starters, I woke up late! I missed my walk with my dear friend and I didn't have time to blog. I do have to admit I felt really good all day because of the extra sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have lots of great stuff to write about and show you all today. So let me begin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, this is a picture of my special Birthday meal my husband made for me. It so happens to be my favorite meal. Homemade Chicken Parmigiana. My husband makes his own Spaghetti sauce, he uses angel hair spaghetti noodles, and he fried up the most yummy piece of chicken I have ever had. (he's a great cook, next year could be better) Plus, he made some homemade bread. I took a little bit before I remembered to take this picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sxo2xvnkVqw/SIhVJ5AoJiI/AAAAAAAABtQ/3J1ePNUlfWc/s1600-h/013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226520995974096418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sxo2xvnkVqw/SIhVJ5AoJiI/AAAAAAAABtQ/3J1ePNUlfWc/s400/013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Next, is my desert. I told you all before that I love a good carrot cake. My husband bought me this yummy carrot muffin from Whole foods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sxo2xvnkVqw/SIhVKJqC4RI/AAAAAAAABtY/qOp-AoXNoxA/s1600-h/022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226521000442781970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sxo2xvnkVqw/SIhVKJqC4RI/AAAAAAAABtY/qOp-AoXNoxA/s400/022.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yum, yum, yummy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_sxo2xvnkVqw/SIhVK2XZojI/AAAAAAAABtw/vw51znnmIFk/s1600-h/023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226521012444176946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_sxo2xvnkVqw/SIhVK2XZojI/AAAAAAAABtw/vw51znnmIFk/s400/023.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My gifts; I received three pairs of ear rings, shower gel, a beautiful gold chain and a satellite radio for my truck. It has 170 channels. Wooohoooo! This is a picture of me and my three boy's. From left to right; Bo, John, Me and Jimmy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sxo2xvnkVqw/SIhVKeZWQWI/AAAAAAAABtg/X6eXGOMsV0E/s1600-h/019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226521006009893218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sxo2xvnkVqw/SIhVKeZWQWI/AAAAAAAABtg/X6eXGOMsV0E/s400/019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is me and my hubby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sxo2xvnkVqw/SIhVKmH40TI/AAAAAAAABto/S8xO-UwoiTA/s1600-h/020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226521008084144434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sxo2xvnkVqw/SIhVKmH40TI/AAAAAAAABto/S8xO-UwoiTA/s400/020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I received this purse and tank tops from my Dad, Mom and little sisters. (Thank you) I do have to tell you all a little secret. I have never bought a purse for myself in my whole 45 years of life. Thank for keeping me in purses Dad, mom and little sisters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_sxo2xvnkVqw/SIhZke8DrGI/AAAAAAAABt4/xIhIrOBAnlc/s1600-h/028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226525850878585954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_sxo2xvnkVqw/SIhZke8DrGI/AAAAAAAABt4/xIhIrOBAnlc/s400/028.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I received these comfy PJ's and soaps from my son Bret his lovely wife Jessica and my three grand babies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_sxo2xvnkVqw/SIhZk5FllhI/AAAAAAAABuA/edUTH-K3_aQ/s1600-h/027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226525857897879058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_sxo2xvnkVqw/SIhZk5FllhI/AAAAAAAABuA/edUTH-K3_aQ/s400/027.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I've been having a lot of trouble with my feet. The Chemo is trying to get out and using my feet in the process. My friend and walking partner Maria bought me this Luxury Paraffin Bath. It is really working. (Thank you Maria)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_sxo2xvnkVqw/SIhb2d175WI/AAAAAAAABug/Nj4SwvLxA7w/s1600-h/016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226528358845375842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_sxo2xvnkVqw/SIhb2d175WI/AAAAAAAABug/Nj4SwvLxA7w/s400/016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; These next items are from my blogging friends. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;This first one is a CD of my favorite Hymns. &lt;a href="http://kathysklavier.blogspot.com/"&gt;Kathy'sKlavier&lt;/a&gt;Thank you Kathy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sxo2xvnkVqw/SIhZlbnq-QI/AAAAAAAABuI/FJsfTbJH3YY/s1600-h/038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226525867167643906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sxo2xvnkVqw/SIhZlbnq-QI/AAAAAAAABuI/FJsfTbJH3YY/s400/038.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is a package of Lillies I received from Greg C. &lt;a href="http://gregsgeneralstore.blogspot.com/"&gt;GregsC&lt;/a&gt; Thank you Greg!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sxo2xvnkVqw/SIhZljCrKOI/AAAAAAAABuQ/jhTCO8bGRa8/s1600-h/040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226525869159950562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sxo2xvnkVqw/SIhZljCrKOI/AAAAAAAABuQ/jhTCO8bGRa8/s400/040.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is a new tree I bought for myself a few weeks back. The lillies will be planted around the tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sxo2xvnkVqw/SIhxxbVp7xI/AAAAAAAABvM/7KEQykvXMeI/s1600-h/035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226552461529575186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sxo2xvnkVqw/SIhxxbVp7xI/AAAAAAAABvM/7KEQykvXMeI/s400/035.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least; I received these lovely items from my blogging friend Kristy. (Thank you so much)&lt;a href="http://www.unspeakablejoyinhim.blogspot.com/"&gt; The Most Exciting Thing We've Ever Done&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sxo2xvnkVqw/SIhZly24fOI/AAAAAAAABuY/c60wJHB_z7U/s1600-h/045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226525873405459682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sxo2xvnkVqw/SIhZly24fOI/AAAAAAAABuY/c60wJHB_z7U/s400/045.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These pictures are for my daughter Rebecca. She wanted to see what we have been up to this summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have been storing clothes on top of our dresser because we didn't have enough drawer space. My mother-in-law gave us this beautiful dresser. (Thank you Betty)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_sxo2xvnkVqw/SIhb2n9eN1I/AAAAAAAABuo/NcW03BuBq1w/s1600-h/024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226528361561339730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_sxo2xvnkVqw/SIhb2n9eN1I/AAAAAAAABuo/NcW03BuBq1w/s400/024.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She also gave us these.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sxo2xvnkVqw/SIhb2-wORxI/AAAAAAAABuw/DPgtzfV4hWU/s1600-h/034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226528367679784722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sxo2xvnkVqw/SIhb2-wORxI/AAAAAAAABuw/DPgtzfV4hWU/s400/034.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I wrote the other day about staining our deck. Here is the finished product. We are now going to finish off the porch by adding white rails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sxo2xvnkVqw/SIhb3I36SZI/AAAAAAAABu4/moKJlN2G7HE/s1600-h/031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226528370396383634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sxo2xvnkVqw/SIhb3I36SZI/AAAAAAAABu4/moKJlN2G7HE/s400/031.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;This is a full view of the porch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_sxo2xvnkVqw/SIhxx_6RFkI/AAAAAAAABvc/_xzh-oavSG0/s1600-h/033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226552471346812482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_sxo2xvnkVqw/SIhxx_6RFkI/AAAAAAAABvc/_xzh-oavSG0/s400/033.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My white fence needed some much needed help this year. We went to Lowe's and they had a small piece of fence for 1 cent. We bought it and my husband fixed all of the broken pieces. This is the finished product.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_sxo2xvnkVqw/SIhxxkpOc-I/AAAAAAAABvU/QErkHq0H0Zc/s1600-h/032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226552464027579362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_sxo2xvnkVqw/SIhxxkpOc-I/AAAAAAAABvU/QErkHq0H0Zc/s400/032.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is the game room we are working on. I'll post another picture when we are finished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_sxo2xvnkVqw/SIiLiagj4WI/AAAAAAAABvk/usSWZgFLj8Q/s1600-h/051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226580790911164770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_sxo2xvnkVqw/SIiLiagj4WI/AAAAAAAABvk/usSWZgFLj8Q/s400/051.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28983091-7675576043509132046?l=boazeugene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boazeugene.blogspot.com/feeds/7675576043509132046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28983091&amp;postID=7675576043509132046&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28983091/posts/default/7675576043509132046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28983091/posts/default/7675576043509132046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boazeugene.blogspot.com/2008/07/im-on-top-of-world.html' title='I&apos;m on the top of the World'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11520419892602571761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sxo2xvnkVqw/R9m4AhP7MYI/AAAAAAAABQw/EIvJqCQy4Mo/S220/Day+at+the+Mall+057.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_sxo2xvnkVqw/SIhVJ5AoJiI/AAAAAAAABtQ/3J1ePNUlfWc/s72-c/013.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28983091.post-3884780688908562701</id><published>2008-07-22T08:22:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T08:32:06.676-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My free Time</title><content type='html'>I can't wait to show you all what I have been up to the last few weeks. I'll take pictures today and post them tomorrow. I've stained our front porch, cleaned our house to get ready for our new dressers. My husband painted our game room and I cleaned all of the shelves so I can paint them. My husband is going to put in a sub floor and then put in new carpet before we get it organized for the boy's. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am really enjoying my summer. More tomorrow......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get a special Birthday meal today. My Birthday was last Tuesday but with the Chemo and all, I ask my husband if we could put it off a week. I'll have pictures tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, Oh, Oh, I forgot to write about my new plants. I can't wait until tomorrow. Wooohooo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28983091-3884780688908562701?l=boazeugene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boazeugene.blogspot.com/feeds/3884780688908562701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28983091&amp;postID=3884780688908562701&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28983091/posts/default/3884780688908562701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28983091/posts/default/3884780688908562701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boazeugene.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-free-time.html' title='My free Time'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11520419892602571761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sxo2xvnkVqw/R9m4AhP7MYI/AAAAAAAABQw/EIvJqCQy4Mo/S220/Day+at+the+Mall+057.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28983091.post-6641162224072404602</id><published>2008-07-17T05:58:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T08:14:34.351-04:00</updated><title type='text'>God is still able to use Me!</title><content type='html'>Do you have a servant’s heart? Has God blessed you with the insight to see the needs of others and reach out in compassion and understanding even when they, themselves, cannot reach out and ask for help?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I was blessed to be able to work side by side with a group of ladies willing to give up their time to serve others. I watched these women and felt so much joy in my heart that I could work with them in order to help a dear family. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This dear lady is having twins and is on bed rest for 10 more weeks. She had to have surgery on the twins a few weeks back. God is so good! The twins are doing fine now but Mama is down for a while. Isn't it funny how God works. I know I have cancer and am having Chemo but I think I can handle that better then being on bed rest for 10 more weeks. I think we will be done around the same time. Steph with the twins and me with my Chemo. We are each going through a difficult time but God will see us both through. This dear young lady used to watch my twins when they were babies so I could go to my oldest sons football games on Friday nights. Here it is all these years later and she is having twins and I am able to help her out just a little. We prepared over 30 meals for them last night.  Now all they have to do is take them out of the freezer and put them in the oven that evening. God is still able to use me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn’t matter what you own, how much money you have in the bank, how talented or educated you are, or how many people you know. If God calls you to have a servant’s heart, He will make a way for you to accomplish what He has put on your heart to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A servant’s heart has more to do with your relationship with God than it has to do with your desire to be recognized for your good deeds. Having a servant’s heart is one the most beautiful expressions of love I know. It’s showing your love to another human being by simply being who God intended you to be. It’s about seeing a need and fulfilling it without any strings attached. It’s about making yourself uncomfortable so that someone else could be comfortable. It’s about showing Christ’s love through your actions and words. And finally, it’s about touching the lives of those around you with such a gentle kindness that your act will be remembered for years to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking the time to listen to what God wants you to do, humbling yourself to do what He has called you to do, and then faithfully following His orders regardless of how uncomfortable it makes you is truly what a servant’s heart is all about. It’s selfless love at its best and God couldn’t ask for a better gift or testimony of your relationship with Him. God blessed me last night by watching these women and their love for this dear family. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes when you think you are doing the ministering, you are really being ministered to. It really makes me what to keep serving!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Each one should use whatever gift he has received to serve others, faithfully administering God's grace in its various forms." - I Peter 4:10&lt;br /&gt;"...to prepare God's people for works of service, so that the body of Christ may be built up..." - Ephesians 4:12&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28983091-6641162224072404602?l=boazeugene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boazeugene.blogspot.com/feeds/6641162224072404602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28983091&amp;postID=6641162224072404602&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28983091/posts/default/6641162224072404602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28983091/posts/default/6641162224072404602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boazeugene.blogspot.com/2008/07/god-is-still-able-to-use-me.html' title='God is still able to use Me!'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11520419892602571761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sxo2xvnkVqw/R9m4AhP7MYI/AAAAAAAABQw/EIvJqCQy4Mo/S220/Day+at+the+Mall+057.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28983091.post-886868546331194208</id><published>2008-07-14T05:36:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T06:44:09.181-04:00</updated><title type='text'>New hair and More!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;This is Jimmy &amp;amp; John my 14 year old twins. I think next year we are going to have to make two cakes or catch my hair on fire trying to light them and carry it to the table. &lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sxo2xvnkVqw/SHsqoc1vs8I/AAAAAAAABsM/smsslsq4sNM/s1600-h/Birthday+pictures+Jimmy+%26+John+14+004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222815067290973122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sxo2xvnkVqw/SHsqoc1vs8I/AAAAAAAABsM/smsslsq4sNM/s400/Birthday+pictures+Jimmy+%26+John+14+004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I think Jimmy was happy with all he got.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sxo2xvnkVqw/SHsqojZUCOI/AAAAAAAABsU/p0XuKZDQcYE/s1600-h/Birthday+pictures+Jimmy+%26+John+14+010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222815069050767586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sxo2xvnkVqw/SHsqojZUCOI/AAAAAAAABsU/p0XuKZDQcYE/s400/Birthday+pictures+Jimmy+%26+John+14+010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hey John, What did you get?&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sxo2xvnkVqw/SHssTDaAC9I/AAAAAAAABsk/PGznlCQexKE/s1600-h/Birthday+pictures+Jimmy+%26+John+14+009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222816898709720018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sxo2xvnkVqw/SHssTDaAC9I/AAAAAAAABsk/PGznlCQexKE/s400/Birthday+pictures+Jimmy+%26+John+14+009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been a bit busy around the house this week getting ready for the twins Birthday party. Friday was my 3rd Chemo treatment. It did set me back a bit. My body didn't react to this one the way the others did. You can read that on my "Journey with Cancer blog".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday wasn't so bad! After I got rid of my headache I was able to clean the house, make the cake, cheesy potatoes and go to my Janitors job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday after church my family all came over for Jimmy and John's Birthday party. I have stated so many times how much I love being with family. It was fun and we had a super time. Down below are some updated pictures of my lovely family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Dad, Mom, Shi Shi, Malie, Grandma Householder, Bret, Jessica, Josh, Ethan and Jenna for making Jimmy and John's party so wonderful. I didn't get all the pictures that I normally do but I'll get some updated ones of my Dad and Mom soon. I guess I was a bit tired. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my oldest son Bret, Jessica his beautiful wife and my adorable granddaughter Jenna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sxo2xvnkVqw/SHsfEylloyI/AAAAAAAABrg/jH9f71pOx18/s1600-h/New+pictures+458.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222802360025588514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sxo2xvnkVqw/SHsfEylloyI/AAAAAAAABrg/jH9f71pOx18/s400/New+pictures+458.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I had to get some pictures of Jenna posing for her Nana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sxo2xvnkVqw/SHsfFWtRV3I/AAAAAAAABrw/aKkzGr6wXJs/s1600-h/New+pictures+455.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222802369721489266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sxo2xvnkVqw/SHsfFWtRV3I/AAAAAAAABrw/aKkzGr6wXJs/s400/New+pictures+455.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;This picture of Boaz and I was taken last Friday evening July 4th. As you can see I still had my own hair. &lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_sxo2xvnkVqw/SHsfFBFps3I/AAAAAAAABro/ajE2-iCExnE/s1600-h/New+pictures+451.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222802363918168946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_sxo2xvnkVqw/SHsfFBFps3I/AAAAAAAABro/ajE2-iCExnE/s400/New+pictures+451.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This picture of Aaron and I was taken July 6th, 2008. This is the day after all of my hair fell out. This is my new hair for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sxo2xvnkVqw/SHsePuVOgvI/AAAAAAAABrY/JmqiPFxVViM/s1600-h/New+pictures+461.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222801448350155506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sxo2xvnkVqw/SHsePuVOgvI/AAAAAAAABrY/JmqiPFxVViM/s400/New+pictures+461.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is a picture of my daughter Becca and her boyfriend James. &lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sxo2xvnkVqw/SHsjVfByjyI/AAAAAAAABsE/36aV0kny-u0/s1600-h/100.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222807044879453986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sxo2xvnkVqw/SHsjVfByjyI/AAAAAAAABsE/36aV0kny-u0/s400/100.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28983091-886868546331194208?l=boazeugene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boazeugene.blogspot.com/feeds/886868546331194208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28983091&amp;postID=886868546331194208&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28983091/posts/default/886868546331194208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28983091/posts/default/886868546331194208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boazeugene.blogspot.com/2008/07/blog-post.html' title='New hair and More!'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11520419892602571761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sxo2xvnkVqw/R9m4AhP7MYI/AAAAAAAABQw/EIvJqCQy4Mo/S220/Day+at+the+Mall+057.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_sxo2xvnkVqw/SHsqoc1vs8I/AAAAAAAABsM/smsslsq4sNM/s72-c/Birthday+pictures+Jimmy+%26+John+14+004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28983091.post-7581858511557644192</id><published>2008-07-10T05:45:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T07:08:17.940-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 14th Birthday John &amp; Jimmy</title><content type='html'>My twins turn 14 on Saturday. It seems like it was yesterday that they were just babies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe my boy's are teenagers! Yikes, one3 more year and they could be driving. Daddy told them last night, only if their grades are up will they be driving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sxo2xvnkVqw/RpY1DbqPf1I/AAAAAAAAAsE/kTS_WeLBwtE/s1600-h/Jon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086311162242367314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sxo2xvnkVqw/RpY1DbqPf1I/AAAAAAAAAsE/kTS_WeLBwtE/s320/Jon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sxo2xvnkVqw/SHXtiEmYoJI/AAAAAAAABrQ/adi7PhMMgic/s1600-h/142.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sxo2xvnkVqw/SHXtiEmYoJI/AAAAAAAABrQ/adi7PhMMgic/s400/142.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221340512612032658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sxo2xvnkVqw/RpY1DrqPf2I/AAAAAAAAAsM/TTD0RFYq3gY/s1600-h/Jr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086311166537334626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sxo2xvnkVqw/RpY1DrqPf2I/AAAAAAAAAsM/TTD0RFYq3gY/s320/Jr.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/aa href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sxo2xvnkVqw/SHXrZss_53I/AAAAAAAABrA/dfK1kwDFATs/s1600-h/014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sxo2xvnkVqw/SHXrZss_53I/AAAAAAAABrA/dfK1kwDFATs/s400/014.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221338169735112562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jimmy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday right after church we are having family over to celebrate their birthday. (Mom &amp; Dad can you make it? 12:30 for lunch) We always let the person that has the birthday, pick out the meal for the day. Something special we do around here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jimmy wanted Hamburgers, Shrimp, and a Confetti Cake with Confetti frosting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John wanted Cheesy Potatoes and Green bean Casserole, and a Confetti Cake with Confetti Frosting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will add some other goodies to the menu. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea how it works out that Jimmy seems to always pick the main dish and John picks out the sides. It works!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boy's will be spending the night tonight with their best friends Paul and Matt Miller. They will be vacationing with them at the end of the month. What a treat for my boy's. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love to have parties! Life is short, we might as well enjoy it while we can, don't you think!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28983091-7581858511557644192?l=boazeugene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boazeugene.blogspot.com/feeds/7581858511557644192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28983091&amp;postID=7581858511557644192&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28983091/posts/default/7581858511557644192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28983091/posts/default/7581858511557644192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boazeugene.blogspot.com/2008/07/happy-14th-birthday-john-jimmy.html' title='Happy 14th Birthday John &amp; Jimmy'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11520419892602571761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sxo2xvnkVqw/R9m4AhP7MYI/AAAAAAAABQw/EIvJqCQy4Mo/S220/Day+at+the+Mall+057.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sxo2xvnkVqw/RpY1DbqPf1I/AAAAAAAAAsE/kTS_WeLBwtE/s72-c/Jon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28983091.post-1513294893009820178</id><published>2008-07-07T10:03:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T10:21:57.457-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"Wives respect your Husband" Ephesians 5:33-It's Marriage Monday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://chrysaliscom.blogspot.com/"&gt;It's Marriage Monday; C h r y s a l i s is the host of Marriage Monday. Hop over and read all about her daughter's wedding. I loved it, I think you will too!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://chrysaliscom.blogspot.com/search/label/Marriage%20Monday"&gt;&lt;img alt="1st Monday Every Month at Chrysalis" src="http://i61.photobucket.com/albums/h79/chrysaliscom/MarriageMonday2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://chrysaliscom.blogspot.com/2007/09/new-marriage-monday-button-code.html"&gt;Want this button?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think one of the top problems in a marriage is the wife showing respect to her husband. Over and over I hear how woman talk to there husband's and disrepect them. Even belittle them to others! I believe if we want a healthy marriage, we need to set aside selfishness and live for the other person. Do I always feel like sacrificing for my husband? No, I would love to be selfish at times and only think about myself. That is not really even what I want to write about today. I want to write about the way I hear woman talk to their husband's or disrespect their husband's. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are a few things I have picked up from from the Scriptures today. &lt;br /&gt;Characteristics of love listed in I Corinthians 13. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not provoked--not responding in irritation but self-control realizing God will not give more then we can bear       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not taking into account a wrong suffered--not bringing up past failings but instead forgiving and forgetting as Christ has forgiven us    1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not rejoicing in unrighteousness but rejoicing in truth --not enticing her husband to sin but "stimulating to love and good deeds"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bearing all things -- sacrificing self and committing to your husband&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believing all things -- believing the best and holding to God's promise "that all things work together for good..."  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoping all things -- having firm hope in God and trusting "all things" to the hand of God including her husband and marriage and       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enduring all things -- seeing trials as opportunity to become more like the Lord Jesus Christ We saw that these things do not come naturally to us but instead we must diligently work at "putting on love" in our lives. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let’s see what the wife is being called to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The wife is responsible to take action. Some people subtly criticize the command to submission by wrongly interpreting it to mean ‘to lose motivation and sense of purpose.’ It is the other way around. She is to be full of attention and action. She is alert respecting her husband. At the end of the age every wife will be asked to whether she respected her husband. Responsibility means accountability. The husband will be responsible for how the home went because he is head. But she will be responsible for how she respected her husband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. The wife might seem surprised at her prime focus to fear or respect her husband. She might wonder how can a great marriage be built on a command to fear her husband. Part of the confusion is what fear means. Part of it is what the world nonstop keeps saying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Chinese have two words for fear. One is afraid and the other is ‘in awe of.’ I think the later sense is much more proper. The wife needs to realize no matter how foolish her husband is and how much he focuses on fulfilling his own lusts, he is still her head. Marriage defines the context in which men and women grow. If a women does well in this area, then she will do well in lots of areas. If she does poorly here, then she will have trouble with all things. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pray this will touch your heart if you find that you are a woman who doesn't "respect your husband".  I fear too many women would call themselves respectful but if their husbands were asked to honestly answer this questions, they would have to deny her reverence.  Perhaps we are submissive but not reverent or respectful.  Even a child can obey because he knows the consequences of disobedience but show by attitudes and actions that it was not from a heart of love.  Do we submit begrudgingly or do we lovingly submit showing respect and honor for the position God has given our husbands as head of the home?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever made your husband feel foolish? I want to write down an example that I heard of how we can make our husband's feel foolish.  There was a lady that told of a time when her husband was getting ready to go to church planning to wear a shirt and tie that didn't match.  She sarcastically said, "You're not going to wear that tie are you?"  He told her he was and wanted to know what was wrong with it.  Upon reflection later she realized that her question had made him feel foolish because obviously, he had planned to wear that outfit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wife is to "see to it that she respect her husband" (Ephesians 5:33).  She should be a "helper suitable" (Genesis 2:20) offering helpful suggestions instead of "put-downs".   Scripture gives numerous examples of wives showing disrepect to their husband.  Job's wife told him to "curse God and die!" (Job 2:9) instead of supporting him in his time of trial.  When she saw King David dancing for joy, his wife, Michal, made fun of David instead of rejoicing with him that the ark was being returned to Jerusalem.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Scripture does also give us some postive examples of those who did show respect to their husbands.  Bathsheba "bowed with her face to the ground, and prostrated herself before the king and said, May my lord king David live forever"  (I Kings 1:31)    Queen Esther approached King Ahasuerus with respect saying "...if it please the king...my petition and my request is if I have found favor in the King's sight..." (Esther 5:4).  Sarah is commended in I Peter 3:6 for she "obeyed Abraham, calling him lord" .  We are told in this same passage that we can be like the holy women of old by practicing this same attitude.   Ephesians 5:33 says "....let the wife see to it that she respects her husband."  It doesn't matter that this goes completely contrary to what is being taught by the world today.  This is what God requires of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are five Biblical Principles for Respecting our Husbands. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  The wife is to respect her husband.  Ephesians 5:33&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  The wife is to respect his position.  I Corinthians 11:3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  The wife is to act in a respectful manner. Proverbs 31:23&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  The wife is to reprove her husband respectfully.  Colossians 4:6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  The wife who is disrespectful may experience severe consequences.   Galatians 6:1 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I challenge you to listen to the tone of voice you answer your husband in, listen to how you talk about your husband to others, listen to the words you use to respond to his questions, even evaluate your body language. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are we showing true "reverence' for our husbands or deceiving ourselves? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do others evaluate the relationship they see between us and our husbands? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can we repair the damage done by our disrespectful attitudes in the past? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are some practical things we can do to show our husbands respect? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope we will all honestly search our hearts and see if we are obeying God's command to respect our husbands.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love in Christ,  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lori&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28983091-1513294893009820178?l=boazeugene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boazeugene.blogspot.com/feeds/1513294893009820178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28983091&amp;postID=1513294893009820178&amp;isPopup=true' title='26 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28983091/posts/default/1513294893009820178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28983091/posts/default/1513294893009820178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boazeugene.blogspot.com/2008/07/wives-respect-your-husband-ephesians.html' title='&quot;Wives respect your Husband&quot; Ephesians 5:33-It&apos;s Marriage Monday'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11520419892602571761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sxo2xvnkVqw/R9m4AhP7MYI/AAAAAAAABQw/EIvJqCQy4Mo/S220/Day+at+the+Mall+057.jpg'/></author><thr:total>26</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28983091.post-5722134177450181128</id><published>2008-07-02T00:31:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T05:43:39.801-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Sailor is coming Home</title><content type='html'>My Sailor will be coming home in less than 18 hours. I can't believe how much we have been able to see Aaron since he left. He has a four day week-end and decided to fly home. His plane comes in tonight at 6:15 p.m. He will return to VA Sunday at 9:15 p.m. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sooooo excited!!!! We have a lot of things planned to do. Movies, swimming, a barbecue on Sunday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see, I'll be a bit busy over the next few days so... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Fourth to all of my dear blogging friends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be back on Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad &amp; Mom, We got home late last night. We went to D.J.'s game and then to Lowe's for a bit of shopping. Come on over anytime after 7:00 p.m. we should be back from the airport around then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28983091-5722134177450181128?l=boazeugene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boazeugene.blogspot.com/feeds/5722134177450181128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28983091&amp;postID=5722134177450181128&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28983091/posts/default/5722134177450181128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28983091/posts/default/5722134177450181128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boazeugene.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-sailor-is-coming-home.html' title='My Sailor is coming Home'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11520419892602571761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sxo2xvnkVqw/R9m4AhP7MYI/AAAAAAAABQw/EIvJqCQy4Mo/S220/Day+at+the+Mall+057.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28983091.post-8686283204057328788</id><published>2008-07-01T09:29:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T05:37:12.376-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Proud Mom</title><content type='html'>Milan U-12 boys have big season&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PUBLISHED: June 26, 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Milan U-12 boys' travel soccer team finished their spring season with a strong 6-2-2 record.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After winning their final game, the team moved into first place, two points in front of Saline. The Saline team, however, had one game left to play, which they won last weekend in the league's final season game. That edged them past Milan in the standings by one point, though Milan finished a respectable second place in a division that also included teams from Northville, Riverview, Fenton and Howell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Milan shooters scored a total of 23 goals in their 10-game season, led by Peter McCrae-Hokenson with nine goals, Kian Evans with six goals, Cameron Krol and Dominic Rubino with two goals each, and Alan Kulikowski, Oliver Smith, Jack Williams and Dayton Darling all with one goal apiece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other end of the field, the Milan defense was held strong by the stellar goalkeeping efforts of Spencer Miller, Krol and Darling. A solid defensive line in front of them included consistently strong play from Jason Sell and Josh Jarema, who together built a brick wall in Milan's central defense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outside defensive support and transitional attacking came from Smith, Boaz Householder, Darling and Sell. Contributing further to the total team effort were the high-pressure attacking midfield plays of team captain Liam Broadhurst, Kulikowski, McCrae-Hokenson, Josh Sattarino, and Williams on the outside flanks, with Krol and Miller holding the center midfield positions. Evans (who led the team in assists) and Rubino provided consistent offensive pressure from the forward spots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each of the players showed incredible growth and improvement throughout the season and learned to work as a cohesive team. Simon Evans and Paul Smith coached the fifth- and sixth-grade mix. Both are proud of the accomplishments of the individual players and the team as a whole. Coaches and players alike are looking forward to another great season in the fall.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28983091-8686283204057328788?l=boazeugene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boazeugene.blogspot.com/feeds/8686283204057328788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28983091&amp;postID=8686283204057328788&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28983091/posts/default/8686283204057328788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28983091/posts/default/8686283204057328788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boazeugene.blogspot.com/2008/07/proud-mom-is-going-to-brag-about-soccer.html' title='Proud Mom'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11520419892602571761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sxo2xvnkVqw/R9m4AhP7MYI/AAAAAAAABQw/EIvJqCQy4Mo/S220/Day+at+the+Mall+057.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28983091.post-7319524950275962311</id><published>2008-06-30T07:19:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T08:21:21.275-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A wonderful Sunday Afternoon</title><content type='html'>I had a good day yesterday! My papers ran on time, YEAH! I was able to get home, take a shower and head off to church. Our Pastors are going through the book of Hebrews right now so we are learning some very important writings. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so humbled by my church body right now. All of their prayers and little gifts of love, cards, emails, calls. Then there is all of my blogging friends! It really brings me to my knees in thankfulness to the Lord for putting me where I am right now. My dear friend(Marion and her daughter's) and long time sister in Christ remembered me yesterday with  a little gift. I was reminded of our Jr. Choir days together, years ago. I don't know how this dear sister put up with me being the director. I was so stressed all the time. Oh dear, I'm glad those days are behind me. I work much better under our new Jr. Choir director; the pressure is off. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After church I still felt really good so me and the hubby made pancakes, sausage and eggs for my families lunch. The boy's seemed to enjoy that. I then relaxed with my hubby until he had to head off to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe it or not I still felt really good so I headed off to a graduation party for a dear friends daughter. Bri was so little when Joe and Jen started attending our church. Joe and Jen's little ones are the boy's I spend a bit of time with. They call me Nana and think it is a treat to come to my house. I just love those babies so much. I got big hugs and kisses all day from them. I worked it out with their Mama to get them next week. I promised they could play at their Nana's park. It is really a little swing set and sand box out back of my house. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had so much fun talking to people at the party last night, I didn't get home until 9:00 p.m. I did help clean up instead of just talking all night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a wonderful ending to my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One last things, I am reading Knowing God by J.I. Packer. If you have never read this book, you are really missing out. I'll update a little of what I am learning each week. I just love it! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God continues to caring me through each day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28983091-7319524950275962311?l=boazeugene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boazeugene.blogspot.com/feeds/7319524950275962311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28983091&amp;postID=7319524950275962311&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28983091/posts/default/7319524950275962311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28983091/posts/default/7319524950275962311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boazeugene.blogspot.com/2008/06/wonderful-sunday-afternoon.html' title='A wonderful Sunday Afternoon'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11520419892602571761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sxo2xvnkVqw/R9m4AhP7MYI/AAAAAAAABQw/EIvJqCQy4Mo/S220/Day+at+the+Mall+057.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28983091.post-3341747081070101258</id><published>2008-06-28T09:49:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T10:48:58.170-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My little get Away</title><content type='html'>I wanted you all to know that I won't be posting anymore Cancer updates on "Living for the simple thing in life" blog. I want to leave this blog open to write about my Walk with the Lord, family, home, friends and loved ones. What I've been up to and just a fun relaxing time to get away from it all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did open up my Cancer blog this A.M. I will write in it daily for anyone who is wondering how I am doing. You can just click on my profile and hit "My Journey with Cancer". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See Ya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28983091-3341747081070101258?l=boazeugene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boazeugene.blogspot.com/feeds/3341747081070101258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28983091&amp;postID=3341747081070101258&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28983091/posts/default/3341747081070101258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28983091/posts/default/3341747081070101258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boazeugene.blogspot.com/2008/06/my-little-get-away.html' title='My little get Away'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11520419892602571761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sxo2xvnkVqw/R9m4AhP7MYI/AAAAAAAABQw/EIvJqCQy4Mo/S220/Day+at+the+Mall+057.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28983091.post-1878149694781989089</id><published>2008-06-27T05:39:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T15:06:41.279-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Update</title><content type='html'>I have had a bit of a busy week. I felt really good so I wanted to fit in as much as I could before my second Chemo treatment today. The last time I was down until about Thursday. I know now, that I will have a good week and a not so good week. I was able to weed all my flower beds and trim back all my rose bushes. All the new plants I planted in the early spring, are all starting to bloom now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A special thank you goes out to my walking buddy Maria. Thank you so much for driving me to Chemo today. It was really a lot of fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bo's soccer is now all over. We are sending him to a soccer camp for a week in July but that is right by our house. He had a great season; his travel team finished with a very close second. Only losing by one point. It was a great season plus his coach was wonderful. I could really tell he cared about this group of boy's. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The twins are doing well! They are relaxing this summer. Oh, they help me around the house. We all do Monday cleaning now instead of it just being me. They seem to like cleaning with mom. We all have a different job we do so it goes really fast. The boy's also take care of the yard work now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some good news&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Sailor is coming home to see us again. He flies in next Wednesday and will be here until Sunday. He deploys in September so this will be the last time I get to see him until next June. We talk everyday right now so it is going to be a bit of a shock to my system when he is gone. He has already warned me this week that he won't be able to email everyday. I might not hear from him for weeks at a time. Sometimes it is so hard to be a mom. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My son Bret, Jess and my little grandbabies are in Kentucky right now. Bret is opening two more Auto Port plants there. They will be gone for a bit. I miss them already!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Becca is back in Texas now and is doing well. I sure loved seeing her after my surgery. She came and helped her Mama get back on my feet and ran my routes when her dad got sick. I miss her too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prayer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My step-dad hasn't been doing very well. His red blood count is really low. Please pray for him, my mom and my little sister's. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll try to blog again soon! I just wanted to thank you all for your continued prayers. It wouldn't be so bad if I didn't know I was going to start losing my hair in about 5 days. They told me 18 days from my first Chemo my hair would start falling out. I feel like I'm on some kind of a count down. Yikes!! Oh, I'll live through all of this (prayerfully) but I sure am feeling a little anxious about it all this morning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pray you'll have a great weekend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28983091-1878149694781989089?l=boazeugene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boazeugene.blogspot.com/feeds/1878149694781989089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28983091&amp;postID=1878149694781989089&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28983091/posts/default/1878149694781989089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28983091/posts/default/1878149694781989089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boazeugene.blogspot.com/2008/06/family-update.html' title='Family Update'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11520419892602571761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sxo2xvnkVqw/R9m4AhP7MYI/AAAAAAAABQw/EIvJqCQy4Mo/S220/Day+at+the+Mall+057.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28983091.post-3897673377621148234</id><published>2008-06-24T08:05:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T08:16:47.746-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Look</title><content type='html'>I woke up this morning thinking it is about time for a change. I've gotten rid of some weighty things this morning so I was thinking. Self, it is time to brighten up your blog. Make it fit me a little better. I don't have much time this morning for a long post. I just finished my hour work-out and I now have just enough time to take out the trash and run down to the local Barber to get my boy's hair cuts beforehead I head off to work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now be honest, if you don't like it, just let me know and I will try another look.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28983091-3897673377621148234?l=boazeugene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boazeugene.blogspot.com/feeds/3897673377621148234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28983091&amp;postID=3897673377621148234&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28983091/posts/default/3897673377621148234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28983091/posts/default/3897673377621148234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boazeugene.blogspot.com/2008/06/new-look.html' title='A New Look'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11520419892602571761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sxo2xvnkVqw/R9m4AhP7MYI/AAAAAAAABQw/EIvJqCQy4Mo/S220/Day+at+the+Mall+057.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28983091.post-4371531093091782370</id><published>2008-06-14T16:37:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T10:36:47.533-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I am one step closer to my last Chemo Treatment</title><content type='html'>Little update: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm doing really well today. The port being put in was like a really bad dentist appointment. {I've blogged about how much I love going to the dentist} I had that put in at 7:00 a.m. and my first Chemo at 9:00 a.m. They first put in all the Anti nausea and vomiting medication. I then had to chew on ice to help my mouth from the sores that would form. It is funny they actually have to make up the Chemo after they check your blog (My blood not my blog, ROFL, thanks gregc for pointing my typo out) and get you check in. I'm sure the Chemo is costly. The AC {Really hard Chemo} took 20 minutes going in. The nurse has to put that through the IV because it could burn the skin. The last Chemo took about 1 1/2 hours to go through my IV. We were at the hospital until 2:00 p.m. It took a bit of time for my first section.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all really did seem to go smoothly. Besides sores in my mouth and of course my chest is sore where they put the port. I was a little nauseated and I did wake up with a really bad headache and stomach ache this morning. I took my meds like a good girl and after I laid back down for a few hours, I was good to go. I'm doing pretty good now. The meds make me more hyper than I already am. I couldn't get to sleep until midnight the night of my chemo. I thought if I worked the night before I would be calmer and could fall asleep when I got home. I only got two hours of sleep that night so I should have been tired. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep praying for me, I know your prayers are working. BTW-Thank you for being such faithful prayer partners and some mighty good blogging friends.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lori&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28983091-4371531093091782370?l=boazeugene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boazeugene.blogspot.com/feeds/4371531093091782370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28983091&amp;postID=4371531093091782370&amp;isPopup=true' title='40 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28983091/posts/default/4371531093091782370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28983091/posts/default/4371531093091782370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boazeugene.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-am-one-step-closer-to-my-last-chemo.html' title='I am one step closer to my last Chemo Treatment'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11520419892602571761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sxo2xvnkVqw/R9m4AhP7MYI/AAAAAAAABQw/EIvJqCQy4Mo/S220/Day+at+the+Mall+057.jpg'/></author><thr:total>40</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28983091.post-1593008117537124666</id><published>2008-06-12T07:15:00.011-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T05:00:20.431-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Mom</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5997/3077/1600/Graphic1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5997/3077/320/Graphic1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to introduce you to my mom, her name is Diane. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday Mom! You don't look a day over 29. Thank you for all of your love and support these last few months. Thank you for being at the hospital for Jim during both my surgeries, for watching me on Friday evening after my second surgery so Jim could work and not worry and last but not least, Thank you for the Butter pecan ice cream. It was so yummy!  Please don't worry I'll be o.k. We will be out around 7:00 p.m. I didn't get a good list so I'll have to think of something good to get you all by myself. Hmmmmm, this happens every year. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With God's help I pray I will be able to fulfill this all by your next Birthday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the list I received from my Mom.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;For my Daughter to Be Healthy&lt;br /&gt;For My Daughter to not get sick&lt;br /&gt;For my Daughter to be Carried through all these days coming up!&lt;br /&gt;For My Daughter to BE BLESSED BEYOND MEASURE!&lt;br /&gt;This is my list precious Daugter nothing can compare but to see God carry you through these next weeks.&lt;br /&gt;You ask and this is my desire for a Happy Birthay!&lt;br /&gt;Love MaMa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With God's help Mom! I pray I will be able to fulfill all of these requests. I pray by your next Birthday I will be all better. I should even have a cute little hair cut by then.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little about my Mom; she is now 62 years old, she has been married to my step-dad since 1977, she has 4 children, 27 grandchildren, 8 great grandchildren, she adopted two little girls, one is 11 (From China) and the other is 6 (from Cambodia), she home schools both girls, she works at home as a secretary for my brother's carpet cleaning business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry Mom about the age and year you were married. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you very much!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28983091-1593008117537124666?l=boazeugene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boazeugene.blogspot.com/feeds/1593008117537124666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28983091&amp;postID=1593008117537124666&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28983091/posts/default/1593008117537124666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28983091/posts/default/1593008117537124666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boazeugene.blogspot.com/2008/06/happy-birthday-mom.html' title='Happy Birthday Mom'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11520419892602571761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sxo2xvnkVqw/R9m4AhP7MYI/AAAAAAAABQw/EIvJqCQy4Mo/S220/Day+at+the+Mall+057.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28983091.post-6656092523144414683</id><published>2008-06-08T22:21:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T18:18:31.990-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Love Letter</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sxo2xvnkVqw/SEybjkfxVSI/AAAAAAAABpU/MyJVrIaqLzE/s1600-h/025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209709904355480866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sxo2xvnkVqw/SEybjkfxVSI/AAAAAAAABpU/MyJVrIaqLzE/s400/025.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Months ago, I said I would post this love letter from my dear husband, as soon as I found it. I finally found it tonight, while unpacking more boxes from our move four years ago. I received it in this pretty frame so I had it hanging on the wall in our old home. Every time I would feel insecure, I would stand and read this. This man has stood by my side through many things in our lives and he is still standing. As I type this letter into the computer, tears are streaming down my face, just as if it were the first time I read it years ago. I don't know what I did to deserve such a wonderful man but I know, I have been blessed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Love Letter from my Husband of 22 years&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For my lovely wife, the jewel amongst all cut glass;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are so beautiful my love! You are so beautiful. Your eyes draw me in and captivate my being. When I look into your gaze, my thoughts become fuzzy. They are clearer than the bluest water. You are as a lily among thorns when with other women! &lt;br /&gt;Your voice is a tinkling stream on a hot dry, day. Its sweet melody brings peace and calm to my spirit. I long to hear you speak to me when I am away from you. Your lips are full and desirable! They beckon to me when I am near you. I love to go to the mountains of sweet perfume, to the hill of fragrance. Your tenderest places awaken the lion that sleeps within me. You stroke up a flame of desire within my bosom. To hold you is all that I want. To feel your tender caresses eases my soul. Turn your eyes from me because they overwhelm me. You are perfect, without blemish. There is no imperfection in your beauty. You are a true lady of God. Your spirit grows everyday. The Lord is your master and king and for this I am eternally grateful. You have come so far with Jesus, I am excited to see where you will be in years to come. You challenge my soul. Truly, God gave you to me as the one who makes me complete. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My love, I know that sometimes you wonder about my love for you. I regret that so very much. I have always loved you with all my heart and my love for you grows as the years pass. You can be as confident that I will always be there for you, as God rules, as you are that I am your brother in Christ! You are so precious to me. There is nothing I have that shines as even a distant light in comparison to you. I pray that our love grows, even as your beauty and spirit have already grown. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Beloved Forever&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28983091-6656092523144414683?l=boazeugene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boazeugene.blogspot.com/feeds/6656092523144414683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28983091&amp;postID=6656092523144414683&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28983091/posts/default/6656092523144414683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28983091/posts/default/6656092523144414683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boazeugene.blogspot.com/2008/06/my-love-letter.html' title='My Love Letter'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11520419892602571761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sxo2xvnkVqw/R9m4AhP7MYI/AAAAAAAABQw/EIvJqCQy4Mo/S220/Day+at+the+Mall+057.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_sxo2xvnkVqw/SEybjkfxVSI/AAAAAAAABpU/MyJVrIaqLzE/s72-c/025.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28983091.post-3411855005568342780</id><published>2008-06-05T23:17:00.013-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T23:09:26.508-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I had A most enjoyable Day</title><content type='html'>I sure enjoyed my day! It was a bit warm but I enjoy the warm weather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_sxo2xvnkVqw/RkCbO8H5dhI/AAAAAAAAAks/kkv-xcmL2ZI/s1600-h/Soccer+pics+159.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062216662124164626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_sxo2xvnkVqw/RkCbO8H5dhI/AAAAAAAAAks/kkv-xcmL2ZI/s320/Soccer+pics+159.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love my welcome sign my mom and my step-dad bought me for Mother's Day a few years ago. I want everyone that visits my blog to feel as welcome as if you were visiting my home..&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sxo2xvnkVqw/SEyLb3XIwWI/AAAAAAAABoY/GvngBK_1qdc/s1600-h/018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209692179794542946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sxo2xvnkVqw/SEyLb3XIwWI/AAAAAAAABoY/GvngBK_1qdc/s400/018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Welcome to my home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started out this morning by going to my Chemo class. You know, it wasn't so bad. God is doing a work in my heart. As I sat and looked around the room at the other women that will be taking Chemo. I can &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;truly&lt;/span&gt; say, I fell a piece about the whole thing. My arm that was affected by the lymph node removal is almost 100 percent back to normal. My Chemo is on the opposite week that I lead Worship. There are just to many blessing to count.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was blessed to be able to head off to work after my Chemo class. One doesn't realize what they have until they can't do it anymore. I'm blessed to be able to serve God, take care of my family, work, clean, work in my flower beds and sing on the Worship team. I get to do so many things that I have taken for granted over the years. Isn't God good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sxo2xvnkVqw/SEi6PGs-fUI/AAAAAAAABnQ/6GAN78FRWE4/s1600-h/507.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208617737714040130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sxo2xvnkVqw/SEi6PGs-fUI/AAAAAAAABnQ/6GAN78FRWE4/s400/507.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This picture was taken Thursday June 5th, 2008.&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sxo2xvnkVqw/SEyLbTON_rI/AAAAAAAABoQ/Do-yZgJaYg8/s1600-h/015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209692170093461170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sxo2xvnkVqw/SEyLbTON_rI/AAAAAAAABoQ/Do-yZgJaYg8/s400/015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I just took this tonight Sunday June 8th, 2008. My rose bushes came alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to confess, I did take a little rest on my front porch swing this evening. This swing was given to us by an old friend of ours. Let me tell you, it is very comfortable! I love to grab my Bible and sit on this comfortable swing and read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sxo2xvnkVqw/SEi6QGdTScI/AAAAAAAABnY/yn5fdXguug8/s1600-h/511.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208617754828163522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sxo2xvnkVqw/SEi6QGdTScI/AAAAAAAABnY/yn5fdXguug8/s400/511.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was a beautiful evening here in MI. I enjoyed walking around our home watering my flowers and enjoying working in my flower beds. I planted two peony bushes a few years ago. One finally bloomed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sxo2xvnkVqw/SEyQ2bzpVeI/AAAAAAAABo8/ktrE7TyJ65M/s1600-h/016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209698133812532706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sxo2xvnkVqw/SEyQ2bzpVeI/AAAAAAAABo8/ktrE7TyJ65M/s400/016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband and I have been busy the last month pulling, planting and pruning our flower garden&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sxo2xvnkVqw/SEyLdQGKwtI/AAAAAAAABoo/XL4gISfZhp4/s1600-h/017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209692203614126802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sxo2xvnkVqw/SEyLdQGKwtI/AAAAAAAABoo/XL4gISfZhp4/s400/017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My rose bushes came live! I just love all the pretty colors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sxo2xvnkVqw/SEyblkAjaxI/AAAAAAAABpc/x2-lOfVR-bE/s1600-h/019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209709938584283922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sxo2xvnkVqw/SEyblkAjaxI/AAAAAAAABpc/x2-lOfVR-bE/s400/019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More of God's beauty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More of our flower beds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_sxo2xvnkVqw/SEi_DNEQ-mI/AAAAAAAABoA/2r0u7f4cVn4/s1600-h/518.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208623030822042210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_sxo2xvnkVqw/SEi_DNEQ-mI/AAAAAAAABoA/2r0u7f4cVn4/s400/518.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And more....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_sxo2xvnkVqw/SEi_DQJnxpI/AAAAAAAABoI/S05MkyzOf4s/s1600-h/519.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208623031649814162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_sxo2xvnkVqw/SEi_DQJnxpI/AAAAAAAABoI/S05MkyzOf4s/s400/519.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And more....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_sxo2xvnkVqw/SEi6VUwPaoI/AAAAAAAABnw/37wBbA_UQPc/s1600-h/503.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208617844565043842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_sxo2xvnkVqw/SEi6VUwPaoI/AAAAAAAABnw/37wBbA_UQPc/s400/503.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea! We got the garden planted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sxo2xvnkVqw/RkCZacH5deI/AAAAAAAAAkU/flF59vtjqvs/s1600-h/Soccer+pics+158.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062214660669404642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sxo2xvnkVqw/RkCZacH5deI/AAAAAAAAAkU/flF59vtjqvs/s320/Soccer+pics+158.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Last but not least. I am now sitting at my computer, downloading my post for today. I am just really enjoying my life. This picture is old but I think you understand what I'm doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is working in my life! I have been praying that God would help me deal with things I can't change and accept and learn from what has been given to me. Like how I see my husband and my children; I want to enjoying each and every moment with them. I am going to take all the changes that I have had to make lately and count them as blessings from the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;May God bless all of you, as He has blessed me. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28983091-3411855005568342780?l=boazeugene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boazeugene.blogspot.com/feeds/3411855005568342780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28983091&amp;postID=3411855005568342780&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28983091/posts/default/3411855005568342780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28983091/posts/default/3411855005568342780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boazeugene.blogspot.com/2008/06/most-enjoyable-day-at-loriannhouses.html' title='I had A most enjoyable Day'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11520419892602571761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sxo2xvnkVqw/R9m4AhP7MYI/AAAAAAAABQw/EIvJqCQy4Mo/S220/Day+at+the+Mall+057.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_sxo2xvnkVqw/RkCbO8H5dhI/AAAAAAAAAks/kkv-xcmL2ZI/s72-c/Soccer+pics+159.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28983091.post-4950001021630069188</id><published>2008-06-04T07:34:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T11:16:05.257-04:00</updated><title type='text'>We're moving on UP! No we're not the Jefferson's</title><content type='html'>Oh were to start! We've been a bit busy with soccer and the end of the school year events. Bo has a game Saturday at 5:00 p.m. and a game Sunday at 2:00 p.m. those will be his last games of the season. He has tryouts on Monday for the fall season and then, we will have a little break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sxo2xvnkVqw/SEasSCAY67I/AAAAAAAABl4/rNWT8B8PnsI/s1600-h/116.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208039444876684210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sxo2xvnkVqw/SEasSCAY67I/AAAAAAAABl4/rNWT8B8PnsI/s400/116.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It rained pretty hard on Bo at last Saturday's game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_sxo2xvnkVqw/SEaw0iAY7AI/AAAAAAAABmg/-BpK-pSwI1I/s1600-h/114.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208044435628682242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_sxo2xvnkVqw/SEaw0iAY7AI/AAAAAAAABmg/-BpK-pSwI1I/s400/114.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bo in action!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our twins are moving up to 9Th grade next year. Last night we sat with about 1000 other people while there children, grandchildren, nieces or nephews moved up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a letter sent home from school, it stated that this was not like a graduation. The students were not to dress formally. Well, I dressed my boy's in causal clothes. Dress pants and a collared shirt. My boy's were way under dressed. I can't believe I forgot my camera at home. School will soon be out for the summer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I've also been busy in all of my flower beds. I'll have to run around and take pictures. We also have lots of graduation parties to attend the next few weeks and then it will be time to kick back and relax for a while. LOL! Well, we will see about that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28983091-4950001021630069188?l=boazeugene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boazeugene.blogspot.com/feeds/4950001021630069188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28983091&amp;postID=4950001021630069188&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28983091/posts/default/4950001021630069188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28983091/posts/default/4950001021630069188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boazeugene.blogspot.com/2008/06/were-moving-on-up-no-were-not.html' title='We&apos;re moving on UP! No we&apos;re not the Jefferson&apos;s'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11520419892602571761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sxo2xvnkVqw/R9m4AhP7MYI/AAAAAAAABQw/EIvJqCQy4Mo/S220/Day+at+the+Mall+057.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sxo2xvnkVqw/SEasSCAY67I/AAAAAAAABl4/rNWT8B8PnsI/s72-c/116.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28983091.post-6479879425387595867</id><published>2008-06-01T19:50:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T10:43:45.341-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My schedule for the next Year</title><content type='html'>This blog is not for the purpose of bringing everyone down when they come to visit me. I just wanted to let my family, friends and blogging friends know dates to pray for me. If you know anyone that has taken these Chemo drugs, I would love to know how they did on them. Please leave me a comment or email me at lorihouseholder@gmail.com.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need prayer for my vanity!  I'm a tough woman and I'm not really afraid of getting sick or being tired. The unknown is a bit scary. Losing all my hair is freaking me out. I laugh and joke about it but I really don't want to lose my hair. Please pray also that I will be able to keep working and singing on our Worship team. I'm just afraid I won't want to leave the house if I don't have somewhere to be. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called Thursday to get my port rescheduled and my echo cardiogram. It will be sometime in the next two weeks, before Chemo anyway. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to rescheduled everything to do with my chemo because my husband got sick and had to have surgery. He had to have a gallstone surgically removed and he had to have his gallbladder out. Like I said, it has been crazy around my house. I still have to write about our (not just mine anymore) wonderful surgeon. I promise it is an unbelievable story. You will be able to see how God's hand was directing us to find a Godly Surgeon, through blogging mind you.  I'll tell you all the story soon but I want you to meet this dear woman right now. She is one of our dear blogging friends. You can visit SJ &lt;a href="http://withthejoneses.blogspot.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a Chemo teaching class June 5th&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Met with Dr. Chottiner get blood work June 10th &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Update as of the mail today, June 2nd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will have my echo cardiogram at 2:30 p.m. on June 10th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get my port put in at 7:00 a.m. on Friday June 13th and my first Chemo will the same morning at 9:00 a.m. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chemo June 13th-Friday the 13 how appropriate LOL&lt;br /&gt;Chemo June 27&lt;br /&gt;Chemo July 11&lt;br /&gt;Chemo July 25th&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the Chemo I will be taking: Adriamycin &amp; Cytoxan I will be having this together IV once every 2 weeks for four times. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then will have Neupogen shots to raise my white blood count back up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that Taxol Weekly for 12 weeks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Radiation will start after Chemo is finished for 38 visits Monday thru Friday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then will be on Tamoxifen for the rest of my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28983091-6479879425387595867?l=boazeugene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boazeugene.blogspot.com/feeds/6479879425387595867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28983091&amp;postID=6479879425387595867&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28983091/posts/default/6479879425387595867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28983091/posts/default/6479879425387595867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boazeugene.blogspot.com/2008/06/my-schedule-for-next-year.html' title='My schedule for the next Year'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11520419892602571761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sxo2xvnkVqw/R9m4AhP7MYI/AAAAAAAABQw/EIvJqCQy4Mo/S220/Day+at+the+Mall+057.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28983091.post-2916826542234774493</id><published>2008-05-31T07:56:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T11:36:03.921-04:00</updated><title type='text'>PROSPERITY AND PROVISION</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sxo2xvnkVqw/RkXaB8H5dtI/AAAAAAAAAmI/APOvoXHijDE/s1600-h/Soccer+pics+276.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063693082901968594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sxo2xvnkVqw/RkXaB8H5dtI/AAAAAAAAAmI/APOvoXHijDE/s320/Soccer+pics+276.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;PROSPERITY AND PROVISION&lt;br /&gt;Sunrise-Psalm 84:11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the Lord God is a sun and shield;&lt;br /&gt;the Lord bestows favor and honor;&lt;br /&gt;no good thing does he withhold&lt;br /&gt;from those whose walk is blameless. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heavenly Father, thank you for the glorious sunrise this morning, and with it another opportunity to see your hand painting the sky. How dark the world would be without the sun, (without Your Son) for there would be no life, no warmth, no beauty. How dreadful it would be if you were not there, if your love did not shine forth, for then I would be in utter darkness, and for ever searching but never able to find peace. I was so at peace with my life this morning. I know that everything that happens and will happen is in your control. Thank you again for the beautiful sunrise this morning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28983091-2916826542234774493?l=boazeugene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boazeugene.blogspot.com/feeds/2916826542234774493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28983091&amp;postID=2916826542234774493&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28983091/posts/default/2916826542234774493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28983091/posts/default/2916826542234774493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boazeugene.blogspot.com/2008/05/do-you-see-god-in-everything.html' title='PROSPERITY AND PROVISION'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11520419892602571761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sxo2xvnkVqw/R9m4AhP7MYI/AAAAAAAABQw/EIvJqCQy4Mo/S220/Day+at+the+Mall+057.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_sxo2xvnkVqw/RkXaB8H5dtI/AAAAAAAAAmI/APOvoXHijDE/s72-c/Soccer+pics+276.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28983091.post-9154125295737484645</id><published>2008-05-28T17:34:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T20:25:36.257-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm feeling Great! Little Bald humor from my son and grandson.</title><content type='html'>I forgot to include in my post yesterday that I am feeling great! I'm back singing on the Worship team. Friday I started back doing both of my routes and my janitors job. Everything is healing up nicely. Oh, life is good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God has been very, very good to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll finish telling my story soon but right now I have to run and get Boaz from his soccer practice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might think I'm whacked-out but here are a few funny comments from my son Bo and Ethan regarding me losing my hair from the Chemo. Hey, what can I say. I have to keep laughing. I refuse to let this destroy my life or my personality. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boaz wanted to know about the Chemo so my husband and I told him that the oncologist told us the worse thing I'm really going to have to deal with is my hair loss. Boaz looked at me and said, "Dad is not going to want to sleep with you with a bald head. If he reaches over to rub your shoulder, he won't know if it is your bald head or your shoulder." I could not stop laughing at his comment. A little while later we turned the lights off to go to sleep. My husband reached out and started rubbing my shoulder. I said "How do you know if your rubbing my shoulder or my head". Hee, hee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night we went to my oldest Grandson's soccer game. It was a bit cold out last night so my husband brought blankets for me to cover up with. Ethan jumped up on my lap and got underneath the blankets. He kept staring at me with a funny little look on his face. I finally asked why he was looking at me so funny. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember he is only 5. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said, "That looks real." I said, "What looks real." He said, "I know Nana that you have a bald head." he said, "Your hair, it looks real." I said, "Ethan, this is my real hair." He said, "Your not going to go bald? What if you do, if it is windy will your hair blow off." I assured him if my hair blows off, he needs to run and get it as fast as possible because it cost me $165.00. He asked me to tell him more funny story about my wig. We are going to be just fine. My family loves me for me not for my hair or how I look. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If that is all I have to look forward to with Chemo, I think I will just keep laughing about it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I almost forgot the most important thing. My grandson scored a goal! Whooohooooo Goooooooo Josh!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessings to you all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28983091-9154125295737484645?l=boazeugene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boazeugene.blogspot.com/feeds/9154125295737484645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28983091&amp;postID=9154125295737484645&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28983091/posts/default/9154125295737484645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28983091/posts/default/9154125295737484645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boazeugene.blogspot.com/2008/05/im-feeling-great-little-bald-humor-from.html' title='I&apos;m feeling Great! Little Bald humor from my son and grandson.'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11520419892602571761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sxo2xvnkVqw/R9m4AhP7MYI/AAAAAAAABQw/EIvJqCQy4Mo/S220/Day+at+the+Mall+057.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28983091.post-283808505793329618</id><published>2008-05-27T10:49:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T22:42:06.419-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What took place at my Physical</title><content type='html'>I think I'm strong enough now to tell my story! I'm only going to tell this story so that all of you women reading my blog will not put off getting your yearly check-ups. If I can save one woman from all of this, it will be well worth sharing my story. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About two months ago I went to the doctor's office because I felt a lump in my left breast. It had been there for a bit and I thought I'd better get it checked out. My grandmother was diagnosed with Breast cancer in her 40's. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went for my check-up Monday morning March 17, 2008. It was St.Patrick's day 2008. I didn't tell them about the lump when I called, I just told them I needed a physical. After I got checked in, I told them about the lump. The Nurse that did my physical wasn't happy. I got a very long. long lecture! I tried to explain why I waited so long before I came to see the Doctor. Oh, I thought it would just go away after a bit. If you have read my blog for any length of time you will know I keep myself very busy. Always something else I should be doing. After much nagging from my Daughter-in-law and my Mom, (You know I love you both very much) I decided I'd better make an appointment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day (Tuesday March 18th, 2008) the nurse sent me to get a Mammogram and Ultra sound on the lump. I had several pictures taken! I was then placed in a waiting room with a group of women all dressed in the same hospital shirt; with all of them having the same frightened look on their faces. One by one the women's names were called. They were told they were free to go or that they needed to get more pictures taken. It was a bit spooky waiting for them to tell ME I was good or I had to go get more pictures. Well, I being one of the lucky ones had to get more pictures taken. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was then moved to another room where a woman sat crying. She was the only one in this room. I felt so sorry for this poor woman, I said a silent prayer for her at that moment. It was then my turn to have an Ultra sound. After everything, they sat me down in a conference room (I knew this could not be a good thing) and the Radiologist told me I had cancer. They showed me my pictures and where the Cancer was. They told me I needed to find a surgeon. It really didn't hit me at that moment what it all meant and how my life would begin to change. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finding a surgeon: This is a story I will wait to tell. How I found my surgeon was a bit of a miracle. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They then sent me to have an MRI because my Breasts are dense; Meaning they can't see through them. I was then sent to get the tumor biopsied. I was told it wouldn't hurt very much; well it hurt pretty bad. They take what looks to be a big dart gun, it is shot through the breast into the tumor and it takes out tissue. They did this in four different areas of the tumor. Ouch, ouch and ouch! I had seven children with no medication so I tryed to take it like a man. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is just the start of what would be a long two months! More in my next post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28983091-283808505793329618?l=boazeugene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boazeugene.blogspot.com/feeds/283808505793329618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28983091&amp;postID=283808505793329618&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28983091/posts/default/283808505793329618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28983091/posts/default/283808505793329618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boazeugene.blogspot.com/2008/05/what-took-place-at-my-physical.html' title='What took place at my Physical'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11520419892602571761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sxo2xvnkVqw/R9m4AhP7MYI/AAAAAAAABQw/EIvJqCQy4Mo/S220/Day+at+the+Mall+057.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28983091.post-46740053836213457</id><published>2008-05-23T21:25:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T15:53:50.219-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My life has been a bit Crazy!</title><content type='html'>If I blog about what has transpired in my life the last month, no one would believe me. Unless infact you know me! I'll have a little more time for blogging next week after all of our guest or should I say Care Givers have left. My baby girl and my dad return home tomorrow and my boy will be leaving on Monday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay tuned...more details next week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28983091-46740053836213457?l=boazeugene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boazeugene.blogspot.com/feeds/46740053836213457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28983091&amp;postID=46740053836213457&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28983091/posts/default/46740053836213457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28983091/posts/default/46740053836213457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boazeugene.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-life-has-been-bit-crazy.html' title='My life has been a bit Crazy!'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11520419892602571761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sxo2xvnkVqw/R9m4AhP7MYI/AAAAAAAABQw/EIvJqCQy4Mo/S220/Day+at+the+Mall+057.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28983091.post-7983803389009544673</id><published>2008-05-05T00:01:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T14:13:49.680-04:00</updated><title type='text'>How my husband and I Met! By Loriannhouse Marriage Monday!</title><content type='html'>Don't forget to pop over and view Chryslis blog; she is the host of Marriage MondayI  &lt;a href="http://chrysaliscom.blogspot.com/"&gt;It's Marriage Monday; I love her slide show&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea why it took me so many years to see what a fantastic man I am married to. Three months ago my eyes were opened, I could finally see all the sacrifices and the love this man has for me. Tears spring to my eyes just thinking about how I could have lost this man years ago. God spared his life and I am so thankful to Him for that. May I never take my husband for grated again. He is a strong leader, a very hard worker and provider, the best husband a woman could ask for, a dad that loves and gives up doing anything for himself to take care of and give to his children. Last but not least and most importantly a very Godly example for me and our children to follow. I never hear him complain about how hard he has to work to provide for us. The more I write about him the more my heart bursts with love for this man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found out I was ill about a month ago. I have had many test run, appointments and I have also had two surgeries in the past week! My husband took two weeks off work (he said he would take more if I needed him to) to take care of me. He has done all the laundry, dishes, cleaned the house, got the kids off to school AND he has had to help me undress, shower, dress, montitor the fluid from my drain that was attached to my side and my pain medication. Plus, the poor man still had to worked his second job. He also set someone up to watch me and the kids while he went to work. Goodness, I don't know what else to say about this man. I'll just tell you the story of how we met. Some day soon I'll share about my illness with all of you and how God has brought people into our lives to bring a sense of peace about the whole thing.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband and I met while we were both working at McDonalds. I was the opening manager and he was an employee. I don't remember the first time we met but I love to hear him tell his side of the story. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A funny side note: When we were young children our parents used to hang out together and we used to be watched by a babysitter in our home. I didn't remember him and he didn't remember me. How wild is that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was down in our break room at McDonalds's sitting with my boyfriend at the time. My husband (Jim) was on his orientation. The manager that was taking him around introduced us. (I don't remember this) My husband said he thought WOW! when he first saw me. (He is such a funny guy) He said, "I saw this beautiful lady through smoke filled eyes." (I smoked very heavy back then, I quit smoking 18 years ago, May). I love when he tells this story, I always get a chuckle from it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband worked the night shift, I only worked with him a few times before he went on his senior trip to Spain. After he return home, I needed to cross train a closer on the opening shirt. (It was for a raise, all the manager's had to cross train an employee). My husband (just friend's at the time) and I, along with a group of our friends started hanging out together after work. Jim (My husband) and I became really good friends over a period of time. We played on the Mcdonald's coed softball team together, plus we did many other things as a group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manager's and crew were not allowed to date. A friend of my husband's dared us to go out on a date together. I had a little boy and really needed my job but I went anyway. We were already friends but it was a bit different being alone with him. Oh my, did I think he was good looking. The only problem was that he was younger than I was. I was looking for a father for my son and I didn't see how this could work out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kept seeing him anyway regardless of his age. (He is three years younger than I am) Like I said, we went out on several dates before he approached me one night in McDonalds's parking lot. He came up to my car window and asked me if I liked him? I said yes! He said, "NO, I mean do you really like me?" At that point I knew I wanted to marry this man. (He was just so cute) After we dated for over a year, he asked me to marry him. We were married not long after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband not only married me but took on my son (Bret was seven at the time) he treated Bret like his own from the very start. Even when we were just friends he would go to Bret's Baseball games. No other man I dated took such interest in Bret. Bret started calling him dad right after we got married. At 19 he was more responsible than a lot of the older men I dated. It was o.k. that they dated me but they really didn't want anything to do with my son. My husband gave up a Three year scholarship to the U of M to marry me? I wonder why such a smart guy would give up so much and have to work so hard his whole life, to marry me and take on my son? I don't know if I will ever figure that out. How could I every replace such a man? Even back then, he sacrificed his life for me. My husband is a great dad, he loves all of his children very much!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28983091-7983803389009544673?l=boazeugene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boazeugene.blogspot.com/feeds/7983803389009544673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28983091&amp;postID=7983803389009544673&amp;isPopup=true' title='24 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28983091/posts/default/7983803389009544673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28983091/posts/default/7983803389009544673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boazeugene.blogspot.com/2008/05/how-my-husband-and-i-met-by.html' title='How my husband and I Met! By Loriannhouse Marriage Monday!'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11520419892602571761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sxo2xvnkVqw/R9m4AhP7MYI/AAAAAAAABQw/EIvJqCQy4Mo/S220/Day+at+the+Mall+057.jpg'/></author><thr:total>24</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28983091.post-8914661107106177713</id><published>2008-05-01T22:16:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T22:19:54.106-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's in the Valley we Grow</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's in the Valley we Grow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes life seems hard to bear,&lt;br /&gt;Full of sorrow, trouble and woe&lt;br /&gt;It's then we have to remember&lt;br /&gt;That it's in the valleys we grow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we always stayed on the mountain top&lt;br /&gt;And never experienced pain,&lt;br /&gt;We would never appreciate God's love&lt;br /&gt;And would be living in vain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have so much to learn&lt;br /&gt;And our growth is very slow,&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes we need the mountain tops,&lt;br /&gt;But it's in the valleys we grow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We do not always understand&lt;br /&gt;Why things happen as they do,&lt;br /&gt;But I am very sure of one thing.&lt;br /&gt;My Lord will see me through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little valleys are nothing&lt;br /&gt;When we picture Christ on the cross&lt;br /&gt;He went through the valley of death;&lt;br /&gt;His victory was Satan's loss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgive me Lord, for complaining&lt;br /&gt;When I'm feeling so very low.&lt;br /&gt;Just give me a gentle reminder&lt;br /&gt;That it's in the valleys I grow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continue to strengthen me, Lord&lt;br /&gt;And use my life each day&lt;br /&gt;To share your love with others&lt;br /&gt;And help them find their way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for the valleys, Lord&lt;br /&gt;For this one thing I know&lt;br /&gt;The mountain tops are glorious&lt;br /&gt;But it's in the valleys I grow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a blessed weekend!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28983091-8914661107106177713?l=boazeugene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boazeugene.blogspot.com/feeds/8914661107106177713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28983091&amp;postID=8914661107106177713&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28983091/posts/default/8914661107106177713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28983091/posts/default/8914661107106177713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boazeugene.blogspot.com/2008/05/its-in-valley-we-grow.html' title='It&apos;s in the Valley we Grow'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11520419892602571761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sxo2xvnkVqw/R9m4AhP7MYI/AAAAAAAABQw/EIvJqCQy4Mo/S220/Day+at+the+Mall+057.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28983091.post-8369312368468694019</id><published>2008-04-29T23:39:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T09:33:49.626-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's almost time for Marriage Monday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sxo2xvnkVqw/SBfrzVPGZYI/AAAAAAAABlY/zFXlIZA8x28/s1600-h/MarriageMonday2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sxo2xvnkVqw/SBfrzVPGZYI/AAAAAAAABlY/zFXlIZA8x28/s400/MarriageMonday2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194879962301490562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Want this button?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Join us May 5, 2008&lt;br /&gt;Next Topic—&lt;br /&gt;"The Crazy Way We Met"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a sneak preview of my upcoming post. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband and I met while we were both working at McDonalds's. I was the opening manager and he was an employee. I don't remember the first time we met but I love to hear him tell his side of the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come back on May 5th for "The rest of the Story". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marriage Monday Blogroll [+]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you like to join our growing community of married Christian women?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Life Uncommon&lt;br /&gt;A Warrior Princess'...&lt;br /&gt;Bold &amp;amp; Free&lt;br /&gt;C h r y s a l i s&lt;br /&gt;Designer's Original&lt;br /&gt;Diary of 1&lt;br /&gt;Discovering HIS Plan&lt;br /&gt;Empowering ...Women&lt;br /&gt;Enjoying Life Above the...&lt;br /&gt;Family Doin's&lt;br /&gt;Forever His&lt;br /&gt;Girl on a Mission&lt;br /&gt;Gold in the Clouds&lt;br /&gt;HL's Journey&lt;br /&gt;Home Basics&lt;br /&gt;How Do We Get There From Here?&lt;br /&gt;Just A Minute&lt;br /&gt;Lalaine's World&lt;br /&gt;Later... 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