<?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-9541206</id><updated>2012-02-16T08:05:42.624-05:00</updated><category term='http://www2.blogger.com/img/gl.photo.gif'/><category term='Easter'/><title type='text'>A Mother's Heart . . . </title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debbypressley.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9541206/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debbypressley.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9541206/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Debby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17686828386558981365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2TRfhVzFS9E/Slelem48amI/AAAAAAAAARg/Z0isESgfiok/S220/DSC_0124.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>430</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9541206.post-9209170002352483087</id><published>2012-01-21T10:18:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-21T10:30:32.134-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I haven't blogged for such a long time... not sure why.  We are having a very strange winter.  As I get older my opinion of winter seems to be changing but I would still prefer soft, white days to pounding, cold pellets of rain.  My grandkids continually amaze me.  They are such wonderful, little people.  Riley and Trey did something truly astounding for their little brother when he found himself in a very scary situation.  We could have so easily lost our little "pickle" if his older brothers had responded differently.  Evan was in serious trouble in the pool and two big brothers literally saved him.  So thankful for the way God uses whoever He has at his disposal.  Riley and Trey are growing into "fine young boys" as my mom and dad would say.  Kerri called to share some wonderful comments she received on their report cards.  I couldn't be more proud.  Evan is one of the sweetest little kids and I love to see how he plays with his little sister.  He has taught her so much.  Austin continues to spread his joy to everyone he meets.  He is loving his "school" on Sundays and Wednesdays.  He truly loves people and has such a sweet spirit.  Then we have Cora.  I am convinced I am watching myself when I was her age.  She loves to go and go and go some more.  She can be loud and bossy and sweet and charming all in a matter of minutes.  Watching her and her mommy interact as she grows older is going to be very interesting to say the least.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I often wonder what the plan is for these extraordinary children.  Only God knows but I'm sure it will be very special.  I pray everyday that they will follow that plan, it will be beautiful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9541206-9209170002352483087?l=debbypressley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debbypressley.blogspot.com/feeds/9209170002352483087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9541206&amp;postID=9209170002352483087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9541206/posts/default/9209170002352483087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9541206/posts/default/9209170002352483087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debbypressley.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-havent-blogged-for-such-long-time.html' title=''/><author><name>Debby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17686828386558981365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2TRfhVzFS9E/Slelem48amI/AAAAAAAAARg/Z0isESgfiok/S220/DSC_0124.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9541206.post-5949984029047543227</id><published>2012-01-17T16:51:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T16:51:17.595-05:00</updated><title type='text'>2012</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9541206-5949984029047543227?l=debbypressley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debbypressley.blogspot.com/feeds/5949984029047543227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9541206&amp;postID=5949984029047543227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9541206/posts/default/5949984029047543227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9541206/posts/default/5949984029047543227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debbypressley.blogspot.com/2012/01/2012.html' title='2012'/><author><name>Debby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17686828386558981365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2TRfhVzFS9E/Slelem48amI/AAAAAAAAARg/Z0isESgfiok/S220/DSC_0124.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9541206.post-8181210013604736109</id><published>2012-01-03T11:53:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-03T11:57:49.594-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Another holiday season comes to a close.  Lots of fun, food, a basketball tournament, food, a movie with my daughter and daughter-in-law, food, presents, chaos and food.  I wouldn't change any of it we had a beautiful Christmas but...... I'm fat.  I feel horrible.  I am determined to get my house organized this year and hopefully, if I have a long term project that will take lots of focus, I will stay busy enough to eat only when I'm really hungry.  My knee is doing great and thanks to a wonderful chiropractor, I am getting my body straightened up.  So..... 2012, bring it on, I'm ready.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9541206-8181210013604736109?l=debbypressley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debbypressley.blogspot.com/feeds/8181210013604736109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9541206&amp;postID=8181210013604736109' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9541206/posts/default/8181210013604736109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9541206/posts/default/8181210013604736109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debbypressley.blogspot.com/2012/01/another-holiday-season-comes-to-close.html' title=''/><author><name>Debby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17686828386558981365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2TRfhVzFS9E/Slelem48amI/AAAAAAAAARg/Z0isESgfiok/S220/DSC_0124.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9541206.post-2289207780441620915</id><published>2011-12-17T10:32:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-17T10:46:28.960-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ht5oquFYTRU/Tuy4yxcsGkI/AAAAAAAABS8/pLFGmnntOGU/s1600/DSC_0017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ht5oquFYTRU/Tuy4yxcsGkI/AAAAAAAABS8/pLFGmnntOGU/s200/DSC_0017.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687123611868731970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-giCkWaXKUCM/Tuy4zEJSR7I/AAAAAAAABTI/rEz6mSonVfI/s1600/DSC_0329.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-giCkWaXKUCM/Tuy4zEJSR7I/AAAAAAAABTI/rEz6mSonVfI/s200/DSC_0329.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687123616887621554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday to my second grandson.  What a special boy, inside and out.  He touches my heart every time I'm around him.  I feel like I am watching something special, growing inside this child.  He has captured my heart and it will be so exciting to see how he is used in this world.  He has brought me so much joy to our family.  His sensitivity to those around him is beautiful to watch.  I love this boy and I am so thankful God saw fit to place him in our family.  Happy Birthday Trey.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9541206-2289207780441620915?l=debbypressley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debbypressley.blogspot.com/feeds/2289207780441620915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9541206&amp;postID=2289207780441620915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9541206/posts/default/2289207780441620915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9541206/posts/default/2289207780441620915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debbypressley.blogspot.com/2011/12/happy-birthday-to-my-second-grandson.html' title=''/><author><name>Debby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17686828386558981365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2TRfhVzFS9E/Slelem48amI/AAAAAAAAARg/Z0isESgfiok/S220/DSC_0124.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ht5oquFYTRU/Tuy4yxcsGkI/AAAAAAAABS8/pLFGmnntOGU/s72-c/DSC_0017.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9541206.post-2249914588630112944</id><published>2011-12-13T07:08:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-13T07:12:46.942-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What a wonderful weekend.  I hung out in Nashville Indiana with my beautiful daughter and my  handsome husband.  Food, shopping, relaxing, reminiscing, laughing and making memories.  I purchased a new "Life is Good" shirt and truly, it is.  Looking forward to more of God's rich blessings in a new year.  I have far more than I deserve.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9541206-2249914588630112944?l=debbypressley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debbypressley.blogspot.com/feeds/2249914588630112944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9541206&amp;postID=2249914588630112944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9541206/posts/default/2249914588630112944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9541206/posts/default/2249914588630112944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debbypressley.blogspot.com/2011/12/what-wonderful-weekend.html' title=''/><author><name>Debby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17686828386558981365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2TRfhVzFS9E/Slelem48amI/AAAAAAAAARg/Z0isESgfiok/S220/DSC_0124.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9541206.post-1229748531552606162</id><published>2011-11-27T15:19:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-27T15:27:11.389-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZTU3kA6Aeo0/TtKcefQPxkI/AAAAAAAABSk/TElVM7GQ-YA/s1600/021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; 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cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aV_df8EDvEo/TtKcd2JpwhI/AAAAAAAABSM/M9r0zVKNCoY/s200/015.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679774116633756178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bGHlvjLkFEU/TtKcdpjeBfI/AAAAAAAABSA/Jc-aBLIQJD8/s1600/011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bGHlvjLkFEU/TtKcdpjeBfI/AAAAAAAABSA/Jc-aBLIQJD8/s200/011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679774113252378098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a few pics about my last post&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9541206-1229748531552606162?l=debbypressley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debbypressley.blogspot.com/feeds/1229748531552606162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9541206&amp;postID=1229748531552606162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9541206/posts/default/1229748531552606162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9541206/posts/default/1229748531552606162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debbypressley.blogspot.com/2011/11/heres-few-pics-about-my-last-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Debby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17686828386558981365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2TRfhVzFS9E/Slelem48amI/AAAAAAAAARg/Z0isESgfiok/S220/DSC_0124.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZTU3kA6Aeo0/TtKcefQPxkI/AAAAAAAABSk/TElVM7GQ-YA/s72-c/021.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9541206.post-7739188271190711645</id><published>2011-11-27T07:00:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-27T07:20:04.306-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Thanksgiving 2011.... what a great weekend.  I notice more all the time that I have learned to really embrace the moments.  Kerri, Riley Trey, and Jen ran in a race Thanksgiving morning.  Evan ran a mini race which was absolutely priceless.  He was running for more than the love of running, he was running for the cookies and when the cookies didn't appear.... well let's just say Pickle was not happy.  The medal and the coloring book didn't quite make the grade.  But never fear, we located the real prize and all was well.  Next was the 4 miler.  Evan and I went to the car for awhile eating cookies and listening to Christmas music.  Just a simple moment in time but one I have etched on my mind.  We got out of the car and began walking toward the finish line.  I wanted to see them cross.  There is something about watching runners, even those I don't know, that moves me.  I won't elaborate because I can't seem to find the words, it just is exciting to watch them nearing the goal.  Kerri spotted us first and began waving along side Riley who seems to be a natural born runner.  I'm sure she will remember this first race with her first-born forever.  Mother and son, running side by side, finishing together.  We cheered them on and waited.  We waited and waited and here they came.  Jen and Trey.  Trey doesn't run as fast as he would like but his determination is what gets him there.  We cheered and they smiled and we cheered and they smiled and at that moment I was totally embracing the moment.  You see, sometimes I can be ahead of the moment in my mind and realize at the end of the day, that I have missed so much.  I wish I had learned how to do this earlier, but I am so glad that I have finally figured it out.  Truly living in the moment means not thinking about past regrets and not  rushing to get started on the next big event.  It's soaking up everything around you so you don't so easily forget as you move on through life.  Life travels so quickly but they only way I have found to at least try to slow it down is to relish, embrace and really live every moment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9541206-7739188271190711645?l=debbypressley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debbypressley.blogspot.com/feeds/7739188271190711645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9541206&amp;postID=7739188271190711645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9541206/posts/default/7739188271190711645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9541206/posts/default/7739188271190711645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debbypressley.blogspot.com/2011/11/thanksgiving-2011.html' title=''/><author><name>Debby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17686828386558981365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2TRfhVzFS9E/Slelem48amI/AAAAAAAAARg/Z0isESgfiok/S220/DSC_0124.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9541206.post-3305823712580129975</id><published>2011-10-25T09:17:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-25T09:27:34.821-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wrapping up October</title><content type='html'>It seems like I went to bed October 1st and woke up and it was October 25th.  How did that happen?  I love October and I don't know where it went.  I didn't get to do a lot of the things I like to do, specifically the pumpkin show or at least a pumpkin patch with the grandkids.  Oh well, they'll be more Octobers.  I am excited however at how it is ending.  I'm leaving today to meet Mike at market to see the new showroom and catch up with some old friends.  Then we will drive to Pinehurst, the golf capital of the world and play a little golf and let Mike rest and relax after a very successful market.  While I'm gone I will be getting a new bathroom complete with a bubble tub!  Yahoo! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been slightly emotional lately.  Not sure what that's all about.  My oldest grandson is really growing up and I am struggling with that a little.  He is such a special guy and he seems so old lately.  I remember him being born like it was yesterday.  I'm struggling a little with 4 of them being an hour away.  I know, I know... I need to put on my big girl panties and get over it.  My gosh, they've been there for a while now.  It seems like I am having a delayed reaction to them moving.  I love visiting them though, what a great place for them to be.  I really am happy for them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom seems to be doing pretty good.  She has her days but overall she has kept a pretty good attitude.  Talk about big changes!  I hope I do as well as she has.  Well, off I go to celebrate the end of October.  You'll find me on the golf course!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9541206-3305823712580129975?l=debbypressley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debbypressley.blogspot.com/feeds/3305823712580129975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9541206&amp;postID=3305823712580129975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9541206/posts/default/3305823712580129975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9541206/posts/default/3305823712580129975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debbypressley.blogspot.com/2011/10/wrapping-up-october_25.html' title='Wrapping up October'/><author><name>Debby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17686828386558981365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2TRfhVzFS9E/Slelem48amI/AAAAAAAAARg/Z0isESgfiok/S220/DSC_0124.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9541206.post-6358821701215673976</id><published>2011-10-11T09:20:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-11T09:20:53.930-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;It has been so long since I have posted a blog.&amp;nbsp; I'm not sure why.&amp;nbsp; However life has been very busy. Mike and I went to Florida for a few days over Labor Day Weekend.&amp;nbsp; It was fun to go somewhere new and different.&amp;nbsp; We have had a beautiful fall season so far.&amp;nbsp; Its really nice to be able to keep the french doors open to the porch this time of year, not too hot, not too cold.&amp;nbsp; Mike will be leaving for market Sunday and I am flying down to see the new showroom and then we will drive to Pinehurst for some relaxing fall golf.&amp;nbsp; It's a great way for him to unwind after market.&amp;nbsp; My sister just left after spending a few days with us.&amp;nbsp; Always good to see her and it does mom so much good.&amp;nbsp; I know my mom misses her, wish she was closer.&amp;nbsp; The grandkids are all growing and loving life.&amp;nbsp; They are such happy kids, my life would be so quiet without them.&amp;nbsp; I am thankful everyday for all five of my wonderful blessings.&amp;nbsp; Trying to start on some gift projects for Christmas, I better get hoppin'!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9541206-6358821701215673976?l=debbypressley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debbypressley.blogspot.com/feeds/6358821701215673976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9541206&amp;postID=6358821701215673976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9541206/posts/default/6358821701215673976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9541206/posts/default/6358821701215673976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debbypressley.blogspot.com/2011/10/it-has-been-so-long-since-i-have-posted.html' title=''/><author><name>Debby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17686828386558981365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2TRfhVzFS9E/Slelem48amI/AAAAAAAAARg/Z0isESgfiok/S220/DSC_0124.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9541206.post-2992466952474551137</id><published>2011-08-17T21:19:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-17T22:19:38.789-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8DOG6McdJwM/Tkx2oNmxjcI/AAAAAAAABRw/HufKYOuV8qE/s1600/DSC_0446.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8DOG6McdJwM/Tkx2oNmxjcI/AAAAAAAABRw/HufKYOuV8qE/s200/DSC_0446.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642014866407525826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XjILSobOSVQ/Tkx2h7qv5mI/AAAAAAAABRo/u5b-_IKRsC8/s1600/DSC_0448.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XjILSobOSVQ/Tkx2h7qv5mI/AAAAAAAABRo/u5b-_IKRsC8/s200/DSC_0448.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642014758513141346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IcD0HIXRogE/Tkx2hcGJ0DI/AAAAAAAABRg/8Or_7Q8JI3k/s1600/DSC_0436.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IcD0HIXRogE/Tkx2hcGJ0DI/AAAAAAAABRg/8Or_7Q8JI3k/s200/DSC_0436.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642014750038151218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eHWy3A2eEHQ/Tkx2g2wocMI/AAAAAAAABRY/wWyGBKhnvFA/s1600/DSC_0439.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eHWy3A2eEHQ/Tkx2g2wocMI/AAAAAAAABRY/wWyGBKhnvFA/s200/DSC_0439.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642014740015771842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Zhmw94_25oU/Tkx2gH3SKWI/AAAAAAAABRQ/YG3UvAYjVgE/s1600/DSC_0427.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Zhmw94_25oU/Tkx2gH3SKWI/AAAAAAAABRQ/YG3UvAYjVgE/s200/DSC_0427.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642014727427205474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a fantastic day..... you know, one of those days that you will always remember.  For most it would just sound like another fun summer day.  But for me, and I won't be able to convey why, it was a day I will always cherish.  It's been a somewhat disappointing summer, hurting my leg and unfortunately taking so long to rebound.  It has really slowed me down.  But today, I spent the day at the Columbus Zoo with four of my grandkids and my daughter.  I had purchased memberships for both Kerri and Mikey's families, and I had yet to visit this fun Columbus spot.  They spent the night which is always a treat and then we headed out bright and early this morning.  We hit all the environments of the wonderful animals and took in Cora's squeals of delight as she experienced her very first trip to the zoo.  After a fun lunch, we headed to the rides.  The year before I had watched Trey leave heartbroken because he was too short for the log ride.  Riley decided not to ride either as it would leave his brother watching from the sidelines.  So needless to say, they were bursting with excitement.  I felt like a kid again.  I was giddy.  We were drenched and the smiles on their faces were PRICELESS!!!   Cora even got into the action and we road the flying elephants together.  I'm not sure she knew what to think but she really thought she was something special.  Then I rode one of my childhood favorites... the swings that glide around, high in the sky with your feet dangling in the air.  Next to me was my Evan, looking at me with that toothless smile and saying, "this is my favoritest ride, ever".&lt;br /&gt;At that point I realized that this was a day I will always remember when I think of one of my happiest.  It really isn't about the breaths you take, but the moments that take your breath away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9541206-2992466952474551137?l=debbypressley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debbypressley.blogspot.com/feeds/2992466952474551137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9541206&amp;postID=2992466952474551137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9541206/posts/default/2992466952474551137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9541206/posts/default/2992466952474551137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debbypressley.blogspot.com/2011/08/what-fantastic-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Debby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17686828386558981365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2TRfhVzFS9E/Slelem48amI/AAAAAAAAARg/Z0isESgfiok/S220/DSC_0124.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8DOG6McdJwM/Tkx2oNmxjcI/AAAAAAAABRw/HufKYOuV8qE/s72-c/DSC_0446.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9541206.post-3438170580358296069</id><published>2011-08-17T19:48:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-17T19:48:52.213-04:00</updated><title type='text'>One Fantastic Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9541206-3438170580358296069?l=debbypressley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debbypressley.blogspot.com/feeds/3438170580358296069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9541206&amp;postID=3438170580358296069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9541206/posts/default/3438170580358296069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9541206/posts/default/3438170580358296069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debbypressley.blogspot.com/2011/08/one-fantastic-day.html' title='One Fantastic Day'/><author><name>Debby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17686828386558981365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2TRfhVzFS9E/Slelem48amI/AAAAAAAAARg/Z0isESgfiok/S220/DSC_0124.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9541206.post-7260308736898694696</id><published>2011-08-11T11:16:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-11T11:35:26.363-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I love the book of Isaiah.  It is my favorite book of the Bible.  Beginning around chapter 40 and going through to 50.  I find so much comfort in it.  It reminds us of who is really in charge; something that I find very important today amid all the economic strife.  It also reminds me just how big He really is; something our finite mind could never truly grasp, but Isaiah helps us to try.  It points out how He has chosen us and we are more important to Him than anything.  If we ever wonder which way to go, all we need do is ask (and we can trust His answer to be right)  Read these chapters for yourself, He will say to you exactly what you need to hear.  These are just a few of the wonderful, rich words that have seen me through a lot of difficult times.  I have note after note scrawled all through these pages.  It's fun to go to my ipad and read these verses from The Message.  (I've downloaded The Message, what a wild and crazy world)  I like to mark certain scriptures as prayers for people in my life.  Isaiah 46:3&amp;amp;4 was marked for my dad and it remained true for him until God took him home.  The Message says this: "I've been carrying you on my back from the day you were born, and I'll keep on carrying you when you're old.  I'll be there, bearing you when you're old and gray.  I've done it and will keep on doing it, carrying you on my back, saving you."   It truly blows me away to realize, as I read Isaiah, that the God, the one and only God of the universe holds my hand on this journey and won't let go all the way to the end.  And that is just the beginning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9541206-7260308736898694696?l=debbypressley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debbypressley.blogspot.com/feeds/7260308736898694696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9541206&amp;postID=7260308736898694696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9541206/posts/default/7260308736898694696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9541206/posts/default/7260308736898694696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debbypressley.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-love-book-of-isaiah.html' title=''/><author><name>Debby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17686828386558981365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2TRfhVzFS9E/Slelem48amI/AAAAAAAAARg/Z0isESgfiok/S220/DSC_0124.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9541206.post-5984638574089468902</id><published>2011-07-18T15:21:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-18T15:26:25.826-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just realized today how quickly (once again) summer is passing by.  We had a great vacation but it won't be long until the start of a new school year.  I really hope I can spend some time with the grandkids (pool, zoo, creekside, ice cream etc. etc.) just enjoying summer.  I am trying to take better care of my knee this week so maybe that can happen.  I'm trying not to get frustrated but if its not better by the end of the week, I'm going back to the doc.  This is one of the tough times of the year with Mike's travel schedule.  Hope I can do some fun things to pass the time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9541206-5984638574089468902?l=debbypressley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debbypressley.blogspot.com/feeds/5984638574089468902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9541206&amp;postID=5984638574089468902' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9541206/posts/default/5984638574089468902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9541206/posts/default/5984638574089468902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debbypressley.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-just-realized-today-how-quickly-once.html' title=''/><author><name>Debby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17686828386558981365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2TRfhVzFS9E/Slelem48amI/AAAAAAAAARg/Z0isESgfiok/S220/DSC_0124.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9541206.post-2215374292766618677</id><published>2011-06-21T18:15:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-21T18:31:21.187-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5gUgil602v0/TgEbmJRAa9I/AAAAAAAABQQ/fxMk4iAU5qQ/s1600/DSC_0126.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 196px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5gUgil602v0/TgEbmJRAa9I/AAAAAAAABQQ/fxMk4iAU5qQ/s200/DSC_0126.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620804152071318482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thirty seven years.  It's hard to believe.  I'm not sure what I ever did to deserve a man like my husband.  He loves me unconditionally, supports me in whatever I face and believes in me when nobody else does.  Thanks so much for being everything and more than I ever dreamed of.  You make me a better person.  At the risk of sounding really sappy, you complete me.  Yea, that sounds pretty sappy but oh well, too bad.  It's a perfect description of my relationship with my husband.  Happy Anniversary Mike!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9541206-2215374292766618677?l=debbypressley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debbypressley.blogspot.com/feeds/2215374292766618677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9541206&amp;postID=2215374292766618677' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9541206/posts/default/2215374292766618677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9541206/posts/default/2215374292766618677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debbypressley.blogspot.com/2011/06/thirty-seven-years.html' title=''/><author><name>Debby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17686828386558981365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2TRfhVzFS9E/Slelem48amI/AAAAAAAAARg/Z0isESgfiok/S220/DSC_0124.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5gUgil602v0/TgEbmJRAa9I/AAAAAAAABQQ/fxMk4iAU5qQ/s72-c/DSC_0126.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9541206.post-1878248726828347393</id><published>2011-06-17T10:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-17T10:52:41.804-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My Dad built this snowman for me. Yes, that adorable little girl is me! As you can see, whatever my Dad did, he did it all the way. He had no time for doing something halfway. But I'm not referring to just the building of snowmen, how he kept his yard, or or how serious he took his job as an usher at our church. You see, my dad had a heart bigger than the grand canyon and he filled it up with love. Unconditional love for his God, his wife, his family and his friends. Oh yes, and for life in general. He loved every minute of every day. My dad .... words just fail me. I still feel him here with us, that great big smile and that great big heart. Simply the best!&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-REBwDmvYNtg/TftqOELuZlI/AAAAAAAABQI/7SOo2CMDYQs/s1600/IMG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; FLOAT: left; CLEAR: both" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-REBwDmvYNtg/TftqOELuZlI/AAAAAAAABQI/7SOo2CMDYQs/s320/IMG.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:LEFT'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9541206-1878248726828347393?l=debbypressley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debbypressley.blogspot.com/feeds/1878248726828347393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9541206&amp;postID=1878248726828347393' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9541206/posts/default/1878248726828347393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9541206/posts/default/1878248726828347393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debbypressley.blogspot.com/2011/06/my-dad-built-this-snowman-for-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Debby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17686828386558981365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2TRfhVzFS9E/Slelem48amI/AAAAAAAAARg/Z0isESgfiok/S220/DSC_0124.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-REBwDmvYNtg/TftqOELuZlI/AAAAAAAABQI/7SOo2CMDYQs/s72-c/IMG.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9541206.post-2830476950290280747</id><published>2011-06-06T22:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-06T22:19:25.547-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-djv2egepbmc/Te2KnvA20eI/AAAAAAAABP0/a1-_UCNzAlI/s1600/DSC_0163.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-djv2egepbmc/Te2KnvA20eI/AAAAAAAABP0/a1-_UCNzAlI/s200/DSC_0163.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615296725640466914" 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/9541206-2830476950290280747?l=debbypressley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debbypressley.blogspot.com/feeds/2830476950290280747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9541206&amp;postID=2830476950290280747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9541206/posts/default/2830476950290280747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9541206/posts/default/2830476950290280747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debbypressley.blogspot.com/2011/06/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Debby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17686828386558981365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2TRfhVzFS9E/Slelem48amI/AAAAAAAAARg/Z0isESgfiok/S220/DSC_0124.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-djv2egepbmc/Te2KnvA20eI/AAAAAAAABP0/a1-_UCNzAlI/s72-c/DSC_0163.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9541206.post-5045293427802087268</id><published>2011-06-06T21:59:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-06T22:13:43.885-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I became completely overwhelmed tonight as I was turning out the lights.  I have pictures of my 4 grandsons hanging on the family room wall.  They are all from younger days.  Time sometimes feels as if it is literally slipping through my fingers like sand.  The feeling of love for those four boys was almost stifling.  I have often reminded young mothers to take time with their little ones because it all changes so quickly.  I was reading from one of my books by Bob Benson and as always, he was able to say exactly what I so often feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skipping Rocks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a bright, sunshiny morning -&lt;br /&gt;  the first of ten days off for me -&lt;br /&gt;   and I was out in the yard early, working on a wall down by the lake.&lt;br /&gt;Knee-deep in pleasant, warm water&lt;br /&gt;I could hardly have been happier or more at peace.&lt;br /&gt;Patrick came down and began to throw rocks in the water.&lt;br /&gt;  You don't have to teach little boys to throw rocks - they just seem to be born&lt;br /&gt;with the skill and the desire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He wanted me to stop and play with him.&lt;br /&gt;  "Teach me how to make them skip."&lt;br /&gt;"In a little while," I said, "let me get a little more of this wall built."&lt;br /&gt;After a while he got tired of waiting and started up the hill to the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I figured he'd be back in a few minutes,&lt;br /&gt;but later in the morning when I went up for a drink he was in the bed with a high fever.&lt;br /&gt;It turned out to be a very serious illness&lt;br /&gt;  that was to spread through the whole family -&lt;br /&gt;      not to mention my vacation.&lt;br /&gt;It took some of us to the&lt;br /&gt;hospital and all of us to bed.&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately for us it was all over in a month or so,&lt;br /&gt;having run its course with no lingering effects.&lt;br /&gt;   And there have been other days and other chances&lt;br /&gt;     to skip rocks with Patrick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I can still see him trudging up that hill -&lt;br /&gt;    a long pull for his short legs and I'm reminded that you never know&lt;br /&gt;                                                             they're coming back -&lt;br /&gt;    there aren't any guarantees,&lt;br /&gt;and the only time you really know  you can skip rocks is when you're saying&lt;br /&gt;"in a little while."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ten years ago, my son reached down as I lay on the couch, and gave me a big hug. &lt;br /&gt;He was leaving for the evening, out with friends.&lt;br /&gt;A few hours later the phone rang and the hospital told us to "hurry".&lt;br /&gt;I can honestly say that my kids and my grand-kids are never in my way.  They are always my #1 priority.  Because I've learned......&lt;br /&gt;                                           you never know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9541206-5045293427802087268?l=debbypressley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debbypressley.blogspot.com/feeds/5045293427802087268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9541206&amp;postID=5045293427802087268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9541206/posts/default/5045293427802087268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9541206/posts/default/5045293427802087268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debbypressley.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-became-completely-overwhelmed-tonight.html' title=''/><author><name>Debby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17686828386558981365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2TRfhVzFS9E/Slelem48amI/AAAAAAAAARg/Z0isESgfiok/S220/DSC_0124.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9541206.post-5694683888202534054</id><published>2011-06-03T18:45:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-03T18:57:20.159-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It is amazing to me that life is such a circle.  We start out so dependent on our parents.  Mommy and Daddy clap as we take our baby steps and we smile.  We are excited about our accomplishment.  We grow up, learn how to take care of ourselves, hold jobs, have children and grow older.  My mom was always clapping for me.  She was one of my biggest supporters, along with my dad.  She called me this morning.  She was facing her first morning of getting ready for her day by herself.  Six weeks of hospital and re-hab and now she was alone to shower and dress and get herself to her meals.  She was feeling a little fearful about the shower and wanted me to come and be there in case she struggled.  She did  great.  I think she surprised herself.  I found myself telling her how proud I was of her and it made her smile.  I stopped short of clapping for her but I was clapping inside.  Baby steps are part of every chapter of our lives.  I'm glad God has blessed us with people that are willing to clap for us.  Without that it would be a very lonely way to live.  She has almost come full circle and I'm going to clap for her til she reaches her home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9541206-5694683888202534054?l=debbypressley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debbypressley.blogspot.com/feeds/5694683888202534054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9541206&amp;postID=5694683888202534054' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9541206/posts/default/5694683888202534054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9541206/posts/default/5694683888202534054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debbypressley.blogspot.com/2011/06/it-is-amazing-to-me-that-life-is-such.html' title=''/><author><name>Debby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17686828386558981365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2TRfhVzFS9E/Slelem48amI/AAAAAAAAARg/Z0isESgfiok/S220/DSC_0124.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9541206.post-5714607898453584088</id><published>2011-06-01T16:32:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-01T16:41:37.839-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Made a quick trip to D.C.  Had a good time but it was sooooo hot.  Hard to do a lot of sight-seeing.  I was determined to see the Holocaust Museum and the Viet Nam Wall.  Saw both.  So glad I did.  Both left me speechless.  I was dumbfounded also at the lack of response I saw out of so many school kids walking through the museum.  For some of them,  it didn't seem to make any impact at all.  I realized so many live in a video game world, nothing seems like reality.  They see so much violence in t.v. and in games, they seem to have developed a very casual attitude to such things. &lt;br /&gt;I also saw the W.W. II memorial.  It was beautiful and I felt an unusual closeness to my Dad while I was there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom will be returning to her apartment tomorrow.  We are very excited for her and very thankful for her recovery.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9541206-5714607898453584088?l=debbypressley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debbypressley.blogspot.com/feeds/5714607898453584088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9541206&amp;postID=5714607898453584088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9541206/posts/default/5714607898453584088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9541206/posts/default/5714607898453584088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debbypressley.blogspot.com/2011/06/made-quick-trip-to-d.html' title=''/><author><name>Debby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17686828386558981365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2TRfhVzFS9E/Slelem48amI/AAAAAAAAARg/Z0isESgfiok/S220/DSC_0124.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9541206.post-5718900665616625275</id><published>2011-05-29T07:59:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-29T08:04:59.545-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Fun times yesterday.  Mom was able to spring from rehab for a few hours and come see the great-grandkids.  I think it was really good for her.  She is doing so much better.  The kids were really wound up and had so much fun just running around in the good weather we finally had. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike and I are leaving for a quick trip to Washington D.C.today.  He has to make his appearance at a show so we thought we would take advantage of the time and see some sites.  It's been a long time since I've been in D.C.  Hopefully I can check out the holocaust museum and the Viet Nam Wall.  Mike needs to get away and sort some things out.  The stress of the job is almost unbearable for him right now.  Not sure where it will end.  But I know it will work out for the best, one way or another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We handed off the Rendezvous to Kerri and Eric yesterday.  That really makes me smile!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9541206-5718900665616625275?l=debbypressley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debbypressley.blogspot.com/feeds/5718900665616625275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9541206&amp;postID=5718900665616625275' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9541206/posts/default/5718900665616625275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9541206/posts/default/5718900665616625275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debbypressley.blogspot.com/2011/05/fun-times-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>Debby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17686828386558981365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2TRfhVzFS9E/Slelem48amI/AAAAAAAAARg/Z0isESgfiok/S220/DSC_0124.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9541206.post-8308971973398811872</id><published>2011-05-16T08:19:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-16T08:27:07.187-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Taking Mom to the heart doc today.  I am trying to stay optimistic hoping I hear that she is right on track with her recovery.  Not sure that is true.  Once again, I am trying to live one day at a time.  So glad Mike will be home more this week, I need him for support. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am really enjoying walking.  Up to 4 miles a day.  Got some new shoes so I'm ready to rock 'n roll. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't believe it's the middle of May and I turned my heat on and lit my fireplace this morning to get the chill off.  crazy weather!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to church with Kerri and the family yesterday.  Wonderful sermon at the Mt. Vernon Presbyterian church.  Great art show by the kids too.  Pickle accidentally painted the back seat of Pap's car with his super hero cape he made in children's church.  Uh-oh!  Never a dull moment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wonderful week-end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9541206-8308971973398811872?l=debbypressley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debbypressley.blogspot.com/feeds/8308971973398811872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9541206&amp;postID=8308971973398811872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9541206/posts/default/8308971973398811872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9541206/posts/default/8308971973398811872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debbypressley.blogspot.com/2011/05/taking-mom-to-heart-doc-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Debby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17686828386558981365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2TRfhVzFS9E/Slelem48amI/AAAAAAAAARg/Z0isESgfiok/S220/DSC_0124.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9541206.post-8402265826622074630</id><published>2011-05-01T16:32:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-01T16:39:40.950-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Why did this have to happen?" I hear her ask this questions as I look across the hospital room.  My mother, once young and vibrant, always there for me now frail and scared.  She called me Thursday morning early and asked in a weak voice if I could come help her.  She just couldn't get herself to breakfast.  She couldn't get herself out of her chair.  To our shock she had experienced a heart attack some time ago and now she was suffering from four blockages.  How was she still here?  No wonder simply answering the phone had been a struggle.  Why did this happen?  It's just life, that's the only answer I had for her.  I'll never forget hearing her tell her doctor, "you see, I know the Lord and whatever happens is just alright with me."  It happens because things happen on a journey.  This is just a journey, it's not our destination.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9541206-8402265826622074630?l=debbypressley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debbypressley.blogspot.com/feeds/8402265826622074630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9541206&amp;postID=8402265826622074630' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9541206/posts/default/8402265826622074630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9541206/posts/default/8402265826622074630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debbypressley.blogspot.com/2011/05/why-did-this-have-to-happen-i-hear-her.html' title=''/><author><name>Debby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17686828386558981365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2TRfhVzFS9E/Slelem48amI/AAAAAAAAARg/Z0isESgfiok/S220/DSC_0124.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9541206.post-9098587021661198437</id><published>2011-04-29T07:40:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-29T07:47:37.807-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, it's true, we never know what a day will bring.  Mom is in the CCU, has at some point had a massive heart attack and has two almost complete blockages.  She's a tough little lady.  I'm not sure why she is still with us except that it once again points out that God is really the one in control not our weak bodies.  She is getting wonderful care and the doctor looked at me and said.  "I strongly believe you have to have a beautiful heart to have a beautiful smile and your mom has a beautiful heart."  Wonder what today will bring?  Whatever it is, I want to smile.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9541206-9098587021661198437?l=debbypressley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debbypressley.blogspot.com/feeds/9098587021661198437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9541206&amp;postID=9098587021661198437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9541206/posts/default/9098587021661198437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9541206/posts/default/9098587021661198437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debbypressley.blogspot.com/2011/04/well-its-true-we-never-know-what-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Debby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17686828386558981365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2TRfhVzFS9E/Slelem48amI/AAAAAAAAARg/Z0isESgfiok/S220/DSC_0124.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9541206.post-4790024641270768723</id><published>2011-04-17T17:17:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-17T17:24:50.603-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I had a very good week.  That's not always true when Mike is gone but I made some progress getting through a strange time that I have been experiencing.  I accomplished some practical things, spent time with family and accomplished some personal things that needed to be done.  I feel more centered than I have in a while.  I've done some soul searching and realize that I am more in love with the people in my life, (God, husband, family) than I ever have been and that realization brings about a real peace.  I am truly a blessed woman and I am so glad that those blessings don't depend on what I have done, they are just mine for whatever reason.  I thank God for all He has given me, I truly don't deserve it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9541206-4790024641270768723?l=debbypressley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debbypressley.blogspot.com/feeds/4790024641270768723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9541206&amp;postID=4790024641270768723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9541206/posts/default/4790024641270768723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9541206/posts/default/4790024641270768723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debbypressley.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-had-very-good-week.html' title=''/><author><name>Debby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17686828386558981365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2TRfhVzFS9E/Slelem48amI/AAAAAAAAARg/Z0isESgfiok/S220/DSC_0124.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9541206.post-3967586499557147677</id><published>2011-03-24T08:23:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-24T08:28:06.733-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday was one of those rare days that seemed to go on forever.  I couldn't understand why, most days fly by in a blur.  I know why now.....thank goodness it is finally Thursday again.  They can start playing basketball again.  I felt lost, no where to go.  BUT, it's Thursday and here we go again.  I know, you're asking me what I'm going to do when it's all over for the season.  DON'T!  I can't think about that right now.  Hopefully the weather will break and I can be outside doing something summery.  Until then... let the games begin again.  I love college basketball.  GO BUCKS!  (What if they lose you say?  I can't hear you!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9541206-3967586499557147677?l=debbypressley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debbypressley.blogspot.com/feeds/3967586499557147677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9541206&amp;postID=3967586499557147677' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9541206/posts/default/3967586499557147677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9541206/posts/default/3967586499557147677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debbypressley.blogspot.com/2011/03/yesterday-was-one-of-those-rare-days.html' title=''/><author><name>Debby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17686828386558981365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2TRfhVzFS9E/Slelem48amI/AAAAAAAAARg/Z0isESgfiok/S220/DSC_0124.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9541206.post-1341063366080515378</id><published>2011-03-18T09:36:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-18T09:42:46.698-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It is unbelievable.  All four of Kerri's kids have strep.  Even baby Cora.   It has been such a tough winter and it seems they have had everything imaginable.  But never fear, spring is still going to make her appearance.  It won't be long.  Yesterday was very nice and we are going to get the mustang out this week-end.  That is a true sign of spring.  We went to Mikey and Nicole's for dinner last night.  I wandered around the yard and had flash backs of me playing with chalk on that driveway as I watched my grandson.  I went in the work shed that dad built and I sensed him there, piddling.   They are really enjoying the house and it makes me happy that the family memories are continuing in that place.  I am so blessed with beautiful memories.  It is a real gift.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9541206-1341063366080515378?l=debbypressley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debbypressley.blogspot.com/feeds/1341063366080515378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9541206&amp;postID=1341063366080515378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9541206/posts/default/1341063366080515378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9541206/posts/default/1341063366080515378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debbypressley.blogspot.com/2011/03/it-is-unbelievable.html' title=''/><author><name>Debby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17686828386558981365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2TRfhVzFS9E/Slelem48amI/AAAAAAAAARg/Z0isESgfiok/S220/DSC_0124.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9541206.post-3122509992388510842</id><published>2011-03-15T13:14:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-15T13:24:18.874-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-I0a6DuHSem0/TX-gn1C599I/AAAAAAAABLA/1z-l0zb1KHs/s1600/DSC_0107.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-I0a6DuHSem0/TX-gn1C599I/AAAAAAAABLA/1z-l0zb1KHs/s200/DSC_0107.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584358669077313490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XK1ab9RCQNc/TX-gnjPgulI/AAAAAAAABK4/kVSr2imlye4/s1600/DSC_0061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XK1ab9RCQNc/TX-gnjPgulI/AAAAAAAABK4/kVSr2imlye4/s200/DSC_0061.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584358664298347090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kSmXqN78OoM/TX-gnO03VkI/AAAAAAAABKw/0JZjX7zggjU/s1600/DSC_0082.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kSmXqN78OoM/TX-gnO03VkI/AAAAAAAABKw/0JZjX7zggjU/s200/DSC_0082.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584358658817873474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wYA-ZbhJu_Q/TX-gmwka5wI/AAAAAAAABKo/up3ZDUQn8Ew/s1600/DSC_0068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wYA-ZbhJu_Q/TX-gmwka5wI/AAAAAAAABKo/up3ZDUQn8Ew/s200/DSC_0068.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584358650695837442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Y1vYtcG_-4Q/TX-gmqxVpII/AAAAAAAABKg/VvOeV1o1qxo/s1600/DSC_0066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Y1vYtcG_-4Q/TX-gmqxVpII/AAAAAAAABKg/VvOeV1o1qxo/s200/DSC_0066.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584358649139405954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had such a good time marking Cora Jean's first birthday.  It was a great party and she is such a little sweetheart.  Just thought I'd share a few pics of the day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9541206-3122509992388510842?l=debbypressley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debbypressley.blogspot.com/feeds/3122509992388510842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9541206&amp;postID=3122509992388510842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9541206/posts/default/3122509992388510842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9541206/posts/default/3122509992388510842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debbypressley.blogspot.com/2011/03/we-had-such-good-time-marking-cora.html' title=''/><author><name>Debby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17686828386558981365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2TRfhVzFS9E/Slelem48amI/AAAAAAAAARg/Z0isESgfiok/S220/DSC_0124.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-I0a6DuHSem0/TX-gn1C599I/AAAAAAAABLA/1z-l0zb1KHs/s72-c/DSC_0107.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9541206.post-4792355506766907962</id><published>2011-03-12T08:43:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-12T08:52:03.457-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am in Indianapolis In. enjoying the Big Ten basketball tournament with my husband.  OSU plays again at 1:40.  I am hoping they win.  While getting ready I was watching the news scroll across the bottom on the t.v. screen.  The devastation of the tsunami is horrific.  People missing, property gone, earthquakes, nuclear power leaks.  Sounds like a nightmare but it's real.  As I stood there reading "AND IN OTHER NEWS" came across the screen.  "the N.F.L. has not met their deadline.....yada,yada, yada!  REALLY?  Are you kidding me?  I'm already sick to death of it.  The only thing that saddens me are all the "little" people that depended on the nfl for their income.  Do the players care?  Do the owners care?  I won't even take the time to answer that.  Trust me, I will get along just fine without the nfl this fall.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9541206-4792355506766907962?l=debbypressley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debbypressley.blogspot.com/feeds/4792355506766907962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9541206&amp;postID=4792355506766907962' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9541206/posts/default/4792355506766907962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9541206/posts/default/4792355506766907962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debbypressley.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-am-in-indianapolis-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Debby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17686828386558981365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2TRfhVzFS9E/Slelem48amI/AAAAAAAAARg/Z0isESgfiok/S220/DSC_0124.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9541206.post-463847499155653350</id><published>2011-03-06T22:50:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-06T22:59:50.796-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What a good week-end.  We celebrated Cora's 1st birthday.  What a little darlin'!  I just don't understand why time must travel so quickly.  She looked adorable in her little tutu and boy does she eat up the attention.  She loves people.  God has such a good sense of humor, giving my introverted daughter a little girl that already loves to be the life of the party.  She will definitely make life interesting. Then today, Mike and I went to the last OSU b-ball game.  Can't believe the regular season is over.  And what a finish!!  So much fun.  Sorry NBA, you don't even come close to the excitement of a bunch of college kids, playing their hearts out.  All from so many backgrounds playing for the love of the game.  There's just nothing like it.  Now on to the Big 10 Tourney and yes, Mike and I are going.  We bought tickets to all the sessions, the entire week-end full of b-ball.  So looking forward to it.  Then bring on the madness.  March madness.... the most wonderful time of the year.  And this year we just might win it all, at least it should be a good ride. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that's what life is all about... always having something to look forward to.  What's after March Madness well, golf of course and the beach and more birthdays!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9541206-463847499155653350?l=debbypressley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debbypressley.blogspot.com/feeds/463847499155653350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9541206&amp;postID=463847499155653350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9541206/posts/default/463847499155653350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9541206/posts/default/463847499155653350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debbypressley.blogspot.com/2011/03/what-good-week-end.html' title=''/><author><name>Debby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17686828386558981365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2TRfhVzFS9E/Slelem48amI/AAAAAAAAARg/Z0isESgfiok/S220/DSC_0124.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9541206.post-9004770099356124637</id><published>2011-03-03T18:51:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-03T18:54:03.647-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-K02Xs9LSx8E/TXApy2dvYmI/AAAAAAAABIM/lShi5XT_wL4/s1600/DSC_0054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-K02Xs9LSx8E/TXApy2dvYmI/AAAAAAAABIM/lShi5XT_wL4/s200/DSC_0054.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580005891902497378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This precious little thing is turning "1" tomorrow.  What a wonderful gift, the unexpected kind... the best kind possible. She has already filled our lives with more joy than any of us deserve.  Happy Birthday Cora Jean.  Nana loves you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9541206-9004770099356124637?l=debbypressley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debbypressley.blogspot.com/feeds/9004770099356124637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9541206&amp;postID=9004770099356124637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9541206/posts/default/9004770099356124637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9541206/posts/default/9004770099356124637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debbypressley.blogspot.com/2011/03/this-precious-little-thing-is-turning-1_03.html' title=''/><author><name>Debby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17686828386558981365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2TRfhVzFS9E/Slelem48amI/AAAAAAAAARg/Z0isESgfiok/S220/DSC_0124.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-K02Xs9LSx8E/TXApy2dvYmI/AAAAAAAABIM/lShi5XT_wL4/s72-c/DSC_0054.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9541206.post-4043511936842776676</id><published>2011-03-03T18:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-03T18:49:32.332-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This precious little thing is turning "1" tomorrow.  What an absolute gift she is, the unexpected kind, the best gift you can have.  She has already filled our lives with more joy than any of us deserves.  Nana loves you precious Cora Jean.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9541206-4043511936842776676?l=debbypressley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debbypressley.blogspot.com/feeds/4043511936842776676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9541206&amp;postID=4043511936842776676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9541206/posts/default/4043511936842776676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9541206/posts/default/4043511936842776676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debbypressley.blogspot.com/2011/03/this-precious-little-thing-is-turning-1.html' title=''/><author><name>Debby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17686828386558981365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2TRfhVzFS9E/Slelem48amI/AAAAAAAAARg/Z0isESgfiok/S220/DSC_0124.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9541206.post-4646306723108391990</id><published>2011-02-27T12:40:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-27T12:44:46.210-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's been a looooong winter!  I keep telling my self spring is just around the corner.  I think we have earned the right to have a really nice spring.  Often our springs are so short and rainy and we jump right in to summer.  I would love a nice, sunny,warm, open up the windows because there's no humidity, isn't it nice we got a quick spring shower for the tulips type spring.  asking too much?  I don't think so.  Hopefully the Big 10 Tournament and March Madness will be enough to make the time pass til that beautiful weather arrives.  And it will, hope "springs" eternal!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9541206-4646306723108391990?l=debbypressley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debbypressley.blogspot.com/feeds/4646306723108391990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9541206&amp;postID=4646306723108391990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9541206/posts/default/4646306723108391990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9541206/posts/default/4646306723108391990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debbypressley.blogspot.com/2011/02/its-been-looooong-winter-i-keep-telling.html' title=''/><author><name>Debby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17686828386558981365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2TRfhVzFS9E/Slelem48amI/AAAAAAAAARg/Z0isESgfiok/S220/DSC_0124.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9541206.post-7068990337397777609</id><published>2011-02-20T18:01:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-20T18:10:20.087-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, sick again.  I haven't been sick for soooo long and then twice in a few short weeks.  Both times, Mike is out of town.  I think I'm on the downhill side of it.  Looking forward to Monday, and getting back in the swing of things.  Seems like just when I'm ready to get on a roll and get some things accomplished I get interrupted.  Next Sunday we will leave for Tupelo Ms.  for just three days but I am really looking forward to seeing a friend I haven't seen since we lived in Chattanooga.  Wow, that was about 25 years ago.  It will be fun to catch up with her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will soon be celebrating Cora's first birthday.  I can't believe how quickly this first year passed.  She is absolutely adorable and has stolen everyone's heart. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not quite sure what is happening to OSU's great season.  Two losses now.  You just never know from game to game this year.  So many really good teams, not really great ones.  March will be fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that's it for my thoughts today, sorry so random.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9541206-7068990337397777609?l=debbypressley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debbypressley.blogspot.com/feeds/7068990337397777609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9541206&amp;postID=7068990337397777609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9541206/posts/default/7068990337397777609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9541206/posts/default/7068990337397777609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debbypressley.blogspot.com/2011/02/well-sick-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Debby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17686828386558981365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2TRfhVzFS9E/Slelem48amI/AAAAAAAAARg/Z0isESgfiok/S220/DSC_0124.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9541206.post-2422165307906311777</id><published>2011-02-16T17:21:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-16T17:27:44.254-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I don't like it when hubby is gone, don't like it at all.  After all these years, you'd think I would get used to it but no.  However, I have learned that the right frame of mind and plenty of projects makes it somewhat easier.  We are going to redecorate our powder room and I am trying to purchase the new items.  Overwhelming to say the least but fun too.  I also have a scrapbook to finish but I am relying on someone who will remain nameless for some pics that I need.  This might be the first one not completed for the birthday party.  I know, I know... not the end of the world.  I'm having dinner with friends tonight so yes, I am staying busy.  Unfortunately market has started with some difficulties but with a lot of prayer and phone pep talks we'll make it.  I'm so glad that after 36+ years of marriage, I still miss him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9541206-2422165307906311777?l=debbypressley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debbypressley.blogspot.com/feeds/2422165307906311777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9541206&amp;postID=2422165307906311777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9541206/posts/default/2422165307906311777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9541206/posts/default/2422165307906311777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debbypressley.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-dont-like-it-when-hubby-is-gone-dont.html' title=''/><author><name>Debby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17686828386558981365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2TRfhVzFS9E/Slelem48amI/AAAAAAAAARg/Z0isESgfiok/S220/DSC_0124.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9541206.post-10896613165491641</id><published>2011-02-13T08:49:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-13T08:59:30.504-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Back again from Puerto Rico.  A very nice week but I can fill my days up with hammocks and poolside for just so long.  I love coming home and yesterday we filled up the house once again with beautiful, adorable kids.  We finally took Trey for his promised birthday lunch.  We enjoyed Five Guys burgers and Graeters at Easton.  He is such a fun kid.  He seems to be holding on to the little giggle that makes him so endearing.  He loves it when Paps picks on him and he loves to pick back, always trying to get one up on his funny Paps.  It is really fun to take one at a time and have the time to move in close and really talk and really listen.  I often say that I wish they would just stop growing, it is happening so quickly right before my eyes.  But.... there is something really exciting about watching and wondering who they will become.  One thing for sure, nobody has grand-kids like MY grand-kids!!   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the sad news.  Yes, it happened.  We all knew it would.  OSU lost to Wisconsin.  They gave up a huge lead.  I'll just say one thing - Jordan Taylor.  Hope they are ready for Mich. St.  Hopefully we can win out.  Soon it will be selection Sunday and March Madness!!  Yes!!  Go Bucks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9541206-10896613165491641?l=debbypressley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debbypressley.blogspot.com/feeds/10896613165491641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9541206&amp;postID=10896613165491641' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9541206/posts/default/10896613165491641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9541206/posts/default/10896613165491641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debbypressley.blogspot.com/2011/02/back-again-from-puerto-rico.html' title=''/><author><name>Debby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17686828386558981365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2TRfhVzFS9E/Slelem48amI/AAAAAAAAARg/Z0isESgfiok/S220/DSC_0124.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9541206.post-4052864573142188933</id><published>2011-01-23T08:53:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-23T09:05:02.375-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Cold Sunday morning.  Austin was at the emergency room again and with Daddy gone, it was stressful on Nicole, so I was on the phone with her a lot.  He's fine after another steroid treatment.  He even told his mommy (at two o'clock in the a.m.) " that was fun!" He was telling the nurse about his "baby Coya".  I don't know how many furniture markets I have lived through, but I still don't like them.  They are the biggest necessary evil in my life.  But....once more, I will persevere! February would be brutal if it wasn't for my wonderful husband taking me to Puerto Rico again.  I am so looking forward to the sun and sand.  I need to find a good book to take and update my i-pod.&lt;br /&gt;I really do have a lot of projects to accomplish, Cora's book not being the least of these.  Can't believe she will soon be a year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9541206-4052864573142188933?l=debbypressley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debbypressley.blogspot.com/feeds/4052864573142188933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9541206&amp;postID=4052864573142188933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9541206/posts/default/4052864573142188933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9541206/posts/default/4052864573142188933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debbypressley.blogspot.com/2011/01/cold-sunday-morning.html' title=''/><author><name>Debby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17686828386558981365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2TRfhVzFS9E/Slelem48amI/AAAAAAAAARg/Z0isESgfiok/S220/DSC_0124.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9541206.post-4792162279593812976</id><published>2011-01-14T19:18:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-14T19:26:52.795-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We are in the dark days of winter and it is turning out to be a tough one.  It hasn't hit our home yet (knock on wood) but my poor daughter has had more than her share.  She is the only one in the family that hasn't gotten some sort of illness yet.  I really hope they can get past this soon.  It ha been far too long since I have seen them and tomorrow is the last basketball game for Riley and Trey.  The latest casualty is Riley and he is so upset at the prospect of missing his final game.  I worked for hours today trying to find the right house for our beach vacation.  Hope we made a good choice.  As I look out at the snow and cold, I remind myself that before we know it we will be at the beach once again.  Sometimes as I get up in the morning, light the fireplace, turn on the winter lights in my dining room and prepare for another day, I feel a little overwhelmed at how quickly each new day rolls around.  I feel as if I am in a very strange chapter of my life.  Not bad, just different.  I really can't put my finger on it, sometimes I just wonder if I am doing enough with my days to make them count.  I hope I leave something behind that has some eternal value.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9541206-4792162279593812976?l=debbypressley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debbypressley.blogspot.com/feeds/4792162279593812976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9541206&amp;postID=4792162279593812976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9541206/posts/default/4792162279593812976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9541206/posts/default/4792162279593812976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debbypressley.blogspot.com/2011/01/we-are-in-dark-days-of-winter-and-it-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Debby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17686828386558981365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2TRfhVzFS9E/Slelem48amI/AAAAAAAAARg/Z0isESgfiok/S220/DSC_0124.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9541206.post-4539859692485601765</id><published>2010-12-29T10:04:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T10:16:27.178-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>December 29th, 2010.  I turn 58.  Amazing.  Amazing that I'm 58, it's hard to wrap my brain around that.  Amazing that I have been blessed with far more than I deserve.  An amazing husband that makes me laugh and always has my back.  An amazing daughter that has such a huge part of my heart and blesses me with a smile that lights up my life.  An amazing son that has the art of making me laugh just seeing him walk into a room.  Two children that I could not be more proud of and all the while they literally make life worth living.  You really don't want me to start talking about the grandchildren.  Just suffice it to say that I really don't need Christmas or birthday presents... I have 5 that make any gift look trivial.  I am still blessed with a mother that has loved me unconditionally all my life.  I can't forget my sister who becomes dearer to me with each passing year.  A son-in-law and daughter-in-law that love my children and are sharing life with them in a beautiful way.  Yes, I am amazingly blessed far beyond what I deserve.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9541206-4539859692485601765?l=debbypressley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debbypressley.blogspot.com/feeds/4539859692485601765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9541206&amp;postID=4539859692485601765' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9541206/posts/default/4539859692485601765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9541206/posts/default/4539859692485601765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debbypressley.blogspot.com/2010/12/december-29th-2010.html' title=''/><author><name>Debby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17686828386558981365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2TRfhVzFS9E/Slelem48amI/AAAAAAAAARg/Z0isESgfiok/S220/DSC_0124.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9541206.post-2352315326772883641</id><published>2010-12-27T08:22:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-27T08:27:11.521-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have a very special song that reminds me of my grandkids everytime I hear it.  It's called "You Make Me Smile".  The highlight of my Christmas was watching the boys as I played each of them their own DVD made up of pictures that I have taken through the years.  Thanks to my friend Jen for doing all the techy stuff I could have never done.  I will have pictures playing in my mind of each of them for the rest of my life.  Hopefully this is something they can carry with them as they grow to remind them of how much they made me smile.  Yes, we had another beautiful Christmas and I'm looking forward to another wonderful year with the unbelievable family that has so blessed my life.  Happy New Year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9541206-2352315326772883641?l=debbypressley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debbypressley.blogspot.com/feeds/2352315326772883641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9541206&amp;postID=2352315326772883641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9541206/posts/default/2352315326772883641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9541206/posts/default/2352315326772883641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debbypressley.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-have-very-special-song-that-reminds.html' title=''/><author><name>Debby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17686828386558981365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2TRfhVzFS9E/Slelem48amI/AAAAAAAAARg/Z0isESgfiok/S220/DSC_0124.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9541206.post-2320055966706656846</id><published>2010-12-21T18:21:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-21T18:28:52.241-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Another Christmas, it's hard to believe.  Seems as if we just began 2010 and it's almost gone.  I love to watch the movie Christmas Vacation.  I always relate to the father who has such high expectations of Christmas.  I always want it to be perfect and while it never is, I can't remember a Christmas in my life that wasn't beautiful.  I have such wonderful memories of each chapter of my life.  My Dad loved Christmas probably as much as I do.  He was always sad when it was over.  I've had times of let-down and even dread as I enter a new year.  Not sure why, just a melancholy feeling here and there.  But as I get older, I look forward to each new year, even each new day.  I am such a blessed person, and there is so much to look forward to no matter what 2011 brings.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9541206-2320055966706656846?l=debbypressley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debbypressley.blogspot.com/feeds/2320055966706656846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9541206&amp;postID=2320055966706656846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9541206/posts/default/2320055966706656846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9541206/posts/default/2320055966706656846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debbypressley.blogspot.com/2010/12/another-christmas-its-hard-to-believe.html' title=''/><author><name>Debby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17686828386558981365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2TRfhVzFS9E/Slelem48amI/AAAAAAAAARg/Z0isESgfiok/S220/DSC_0124.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9541206.post-236111217032647410</id><published>2010-12-16T22:32:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-16T22:40:14.451-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2TRfhVzFS9E/TQrbf-dshAI/AAAAAAAAAa8/9_snfmFfDII/s1600/DSC_0009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 177px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2TRfhVzFS9E/TQrbf-dshAI/AAAAAAAAAa8/9_snfmFfDII/s200/DSC_0009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551490833077535746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;December 16th, the birthday of Trey Ryan Stetler.  Absolutely one of God's most precious creations.  This child is so smart it's scary and at the same time so full of love and compassion, there are times he doesn't know what to do with everything he is feeling.  A beautifully sensitive little boy whose eyes see and understand more than most his age.  No matter how old he is, his Nana will always remember him like this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9541206-236111217032647410?l=debbypressley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debbypressley.blogspot.com/feeds/236111217032647410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9541206&amp;postID=236111217032647410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9541206/posts/default/236111217032647410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9541206/posts/default/236111217032647410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debbypressley.blogspot.com/2010/12/december-16th-birthday-of-trey-ryan.html' title=''/><author><name>Debby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17686828386558981365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2TRfhVzFS9E/Slelem48amI/AAAAAAAAARg/Z0isESgfiok/S220/DSC_0124.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2TRfhVzFS9E/TQrbf-dshAI/AAAAAAAAAa8/9_snfmFfDII/s72-c/DSC_0009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9541206.post-5155556165822220542</id><published>2010-12-06T13:18:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T13:23:21.987-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I love reading my daughter's blog right now.  They have moved to the country on 9 acres of mostly wooded land.  They are blissfully happy and so enjoying the new environment.  I am adjusting to the fact that they are an hour away.  I love the drive getting there.  It is so scenic and quiet.  It's actually a nice little getaway for me.  And now, they are just far enough away that they often stay a night or two.  LOVE IT!!  In fact they will be coming for Trey's birthday party this week-end, AND....spending the night.  That reminds me, I better get the flannel snowman sheets on their bed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9541206-5155556165822220542?l=debbypressley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debbypressley.blogspot.com/feeds/5155556165822220542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9541206&amp;postID=5155556165822220542' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9541206/posts/default/5155556165822220542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9541206/posts/default/5155556165822220542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debbypressley.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-love-reading-my-daughters-blog-right.html' title=''/><author><name>Debby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17686828386558981365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2TRfhVzFS9E/Slelem48amI/AAAAAAAAARg/Z0isESgfiok/S220/DSC_0124.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9541206.post-3020001451503938938</id><published>2010-11-27T07:31:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-27T07:42:30.921-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What a wonderful Thanksgiving.  For the first time in awhile, Kerri, Eric and the kids came and stayed a couple nights.  It was packed full of fun, food and shopping.  I love my house, it's nicely decorated, very traditional, nothing fancy.  But what I love the most is when the family comes and we really live in it.  It doesn't bother me that the pink rocking horse in the nursery mysteriously became adorned with too of my very nice pieces of jewelry or that I'm quite sure I will be digging  crayons and m&amp;amp;m's from under my furniture for some time to come.  And of course I will need to meet Kerri to give her the bag of personal items her husband left in the bathroom.  (They always think they have everything!)  Mike and Nicole and Austin came to help us celebrate and Mom and Jen rounded out the table.  Nothing like tables overflowing with food and people you love to share it with.  We took Cora Jean on her first Black Friday shopping trip and of course she LOVES shopping.  She seems to love being on the go and being around people.  Wonder where she gets that from?  The boys got new shoes from Paps and we rounded it off  with an OSU basketball win.  Today consists of relaxing, cleaning and putting up the tree!!!  Merry Christmas!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9541206-3020001451503938938?l=debbypressley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debbypressley.blogspot.com/feeds/3020001451503938938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9541206&amp;postID=3020001451503938938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9541206/posts/default/3020001451503938938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9541206/posts/default/3020001451503938938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debbypressley.blogspot.com/2010/11/what-wonderful-thanksgiving.html' title=''/><author><name>Debby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17686828386558981365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2TRfhVzFS9E/Slelem48amI/AAAAAAAAARg/Z0isESgfiok/S220/DSC_0124.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9541206.post-3177415536990343159</id><published>2010-11-08T18:19:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-08T18:25:00.083-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I took my second water aerobics class for arthritis today.  We were in one corner of the pool, a small group of women of which I was probably the youngest.   We were trying to use the water to increase our flexibility.  Some were cold and some really didn't want to be there.   Behind us was a group consisting of mostly mommies, one daddy and their little ones.  They were walking around in circles, tossing the little ones in the air and delighting in their giggles.  They were using the water to make memories.  Seems only yesterday I was at that stage of life.  On the far side of the pool was a group of muscular twenty-somethings training together as a swim team.  I just found it all very interesting - chapters of life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9541206-3177415536990343159?l=debbypressley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debbypressley.blogspot.com/feeds/3177415536990343159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9541206&amp;postID=3177415536990343159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9541206/posts/default/3177415536990343159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9541206/posts/default/3177415536990343159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debbypressley.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-took-my-second-water-aerobics-class.html' title=''/><author><name>Debby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17686828386558981365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2TRfhVzFS9E/Slelem48amI/AAAAAAAAARg/Z0isESgfiok/S220/DSC_0124.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9541206.post-6960266040729839066</id><published>2010-11-07T07:04:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T07:10:02.459-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Where did this week go?  Oh, I remember, the hospital with Mom.  Quite a week.  It seems Mom had an infection that as she would say, "laid her low".  She's home now and she will have some extra help for awhile.  I sometimes think my mom hears me "preaching " at her so often, she turns me off.  Someone else giving her some advice and guidelines will help us both. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is the first OSU basketball game.  Excited to see the new freshmen and always enjoy spending the time with my husband.  Then we'll see what the new week will bring.  You just never know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9541206-6960266040729839066?l=debbypressley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debbypressley.blogspot.com/feeds/6960266040729839066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9541206&amp;postID=6960266040729839066' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9541206/posts/default/6960266040729839066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9541206/posts/default/6960266040729839066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debbypressley.blogspot.com/2010/11/where-did-this-week-go-oh-i-remember.html' title=''/><author><name>Debby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17686828386558981365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2TRfhVzFS9E/Slelem48amI/AAAAAAAAARg/Z0isESgfiok/S220/DSC_0124.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9541206.post-1432527813581011358</id><published>2010-10-30T18:07:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-30T18:14:58.506-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2TRfhVzFS9E/TMyYvvGqmFI/AAAAAAAAAa0/fvm0iSTloLM/s1600/DSC_0140-3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 184px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2TRfhVzFS9E/TMyYvvGqmFI/AAAAAAAAAa0/fvm0iSTloLM/s200/DSC_0140-3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533965987997194322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2TRfhVzFS9E/TMyYvZr7-EI/AAAAAAAAAas/ymol44Sh44Y/s1600/DSC_0058-3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 167px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2TRfhVzFS9E/TMyYvZr7-EI/AAAAAAAAAas/ymol44Sh44Y/s200/DSC_0058-3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533965982247942210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2TRfhVzFS9E/TMyYvNSj7sI/AAAAAAAAAak/5gOd9sxg4j8/s1600/IMG_0001-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 158px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2TRfhVzFS9E/TMyYvNSj7sI/AAAAAAAAAak/5gOd9sxg4j8/s200/IMG_0001-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533965978920283842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My daughter has given me three unbelievable little boys and my son added another one  to the mix.  I have been very happy buying spiderman and star wars figures and dressing them in outfits that make them look like mini duplicates of their fathers.  I have often pinched myself because they have given me so much joy.  Then..... God chose to bless us with the most adorable, angel-faced little God you have ever seen.  I really think sometimes I have more than I deserve in these wonderful children.  I love you Cora Jean.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9541206-1432527813581011358?l=debbypressley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debbypressley.blogspot.com/feeds/1432527813581011358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9541206&amp;postID=1432527813581011358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9541206/posts/default/1432527813581011358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9541206/posts/default/1432527813581011358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debbypressley.blogspot.com/2010/10/my-daughter-has-given-me-three.html' title=''/><author><name>Debby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17686828386558981365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2TRfhVzFS9E/Slelem48amI/AAAAAAAAARg/Z0isESgfiok/S220/DSC_0124.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2TRfhVzFS9E/TMyYvvGqmFI/AAAAAAAAAa0/fvm0iSTloLM/s72-c/DSC_0140-3.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9541206.post-3802360495832805392</id><published>2010-10-17T11:50:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-17T11:58:13.106-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, it happened.  That horrible thing that ruins everybody's week-end and makes Monday morning even worse.  Yes, it happened, Ohio State lost.  I chuckle everytime this happens anymore, because I remember a season a few years ago when we followed the Buckeyes from a hospital room.  We were counting our blessings that our son was still with us, and hoping he would be able to live a somewhat normal life after a terrible car accident.  My husband was sitting by his bed reading the editorials and came across one that referred to a recent loss as if it was the end of his world.  My husband replied to that letter and his was also published in the paper.  When things like that happen, your world is turned upside down and when you come out of it, you realize you look at things from a completely different perspective.  You are never the same.  So... the Buckeyes lost, I went to bed and had a peaceful night sleep and the sun woke me up this morning and all is o.k.   My kids and grandkids are happy and healthy, and life continues.  I think I have figured out what is really important.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9541206-3802360495832805392?l=debbypressley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debbypressley.blogspot.com/feeds/3802360495832805392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9541206&amp;postID=3802360495832805392' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9541206/posts/default/3802360495832805392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9541206/posts/default/3802360495832805392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debbypressley.blogspot.com/2010/10/well-it-happened.html' title=''/><author><name>Debby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17686828386558981365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2TRfhVzFS9E/Slelem48amI/AAAAAAAAARg/Z0isESgfiok/S220/DSC_0124.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9541206.post-900285351728053818</id><published>2010-09-30T20:42:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-30T20:54:28.129-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I leave tomorrow for a week-end in my favorite place - Nashville Indiana.  Kerri and I are taking little Cora.  I'm so excited.  This has become such a special place, so many memories.  This week-end will be a brand new one as I have a granddaughter to take.  I'm sure it will be only the first of many such trips.  I'm sure we will do a lot of the same things (my daughter and I love traditions) such as lunching at the Hob Nob, cherry and strawberry flavored cokes and searching for some fun things to take home to fill our homes with memories from a very special place.  What a wonderful gift God gives us - our ability to make memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then towards the end of October, we will be going to another beautiful place with special friends.  I was determined to get my husband someplace relaxing after fall market, a little down time to relieve the stress.   We will be spending a few days in Pinehurst, a beautiful golfing community.  My favorite time to play golf is fall and doing it with friends that mean so much makes it even better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will be spending New Years in Oklahoma visiting my sister and her family.  It's always nice to have be able to look forward to special times with family and friends.  And of course the best time of the year is coming up, another holiday season.  It rolls around so quickly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9541206-900285351728053818?l=debbypressley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debbypressley.blogspot.com/feeds/900285351728053818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9541206&amp;postID=900285351728053818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9541206/posts/default/900285351728053818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9541206/posts/default/900285351728053818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debbypressley.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-leave-tomorrow-for-week-end-in-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Debby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17686828386558981365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2TRfhVzFS9E/Slelem48amI/AAAAAAAAARg/Z0isESgfiok/S220/DSC_0124.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9541206.post-2473213150494413382</id><published>2010-09-25T08:12:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-25T08:18:38.938-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Looking forward to a wonderful week-end.  It's finally fall in Columbus...I love it.  I took an OSU dress up to Cora yesterday and we found her a headband to match.  Watch a little football today and then maybe shop for carpet for the house on Dunbarton.  Church and golf with friends tomorrow, a little slower pace than last week-end.  It was so good to see my sister, I really miss her.  We planned a visit to OKC in December.  Life is good.  I have several photo projects I need to jump on before time gets away from me.  I really need to work on my motivation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9541206-2473213150494413382?l=debbypressley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debbypressley.blogspot.com/feeds/2473213150494413382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9541206&amp;postID=2473213150494413382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9541206/posts/default/2473213150494413382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9541206/posts/default/2473213150494413382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debbypressley.blogspot.com/2010/09/looking-forward-to-wonderful-week-end.html' title=''/><author><name>Debby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17686828386558981365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2TRfhVzFS9E/Slelem48amI/AAAAAAAAARg/Z0isESgfiok/S220/DSC_0124.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9541206.post-8023340289934037061</id><published>2010-09-16T09:21:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-16T09:27:25.718-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Home from Puerto Rico.  Very relaxing and so good to have time to spend with my husband.  Also quite an experience to sit by a pool and hear God's voice so clearly, it brings you to tears.  Luckily the pool was very empty and nobody noticed.  They were good tears, healthy tears, growing tears, listening to my Father speak to me of things I needed to hear. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it's time to get ready for fall.  My sister and my aunt nd cousin are coming this week-end.  I have a couple days to get ready and I'm trying to get the fog out of my head from a late night flight home.  It should be a wonderful week-end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9541206-8023340289934037061?l=debbypressley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debbypressley.blogspot.com/feeds/8023340289934037061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9541206&amp;postID=8023340289934037061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9541206/posts/default/8023340289934037061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9541206/posts/default/8023340289934037061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debbypressley.blogspot.com/2010/09/home-from-puerto-rico.html' title=''/><author><name>Debby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17686828386558981365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2TRfhVzFS9E/Slelem48amI/AAAAAAAAARg/Z0isESgfiok/S220/DSC_0124.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9541206.post-5768808337577966295</id><published>2010-08-22T08:13:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-22T08:21:04.166-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I had a good week.  God is teaching me a lot right now.  Slowing down, appreciating everything the moment is bringing me, and holding loosely to this world.  I think I was beginning to get so caught up with the things God blesses me with, I was losing sight of the things He has in store for me.  It's very tricky to live each day to the fullest, and count your blessings and not forget that this is just the journey, not the destination. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking forward to worship today, and then spending time with my husband.  Then another week, hopefully getting some picture projects done.  Looks like it's going to be beautiful weather.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9541206-5768808337577966295?l=debbypressley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debbypressley.blogspot.com/feeds/5768808337577966295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9541206&amp;postID=5768808337577966295' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9541206/posts/default/5768808337577966295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9541206/posts/default/5768808337577966295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debbypressley.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-had-good-week.html' title=''/><author><name>Debby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17686828386558981365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2TRfhVzFS9E/Slelem48amI/AAAAAAAAARg/Z0isESgfiok/S220/DSC_0124.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9541206.post-7126792830883983189</id><published>2010-08-09T07:45:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-09T07:58:42.193-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2TRfhVzFS9E/TF_tMhGb8gI/AAAAAAAAAZU/ZbXdu-Aalrc/s1600/DSC_0129.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2TRfhVzFS9E/TF_tMhGb8gI/AAAAAAAAAZU/ZbXdu-Aalrc/s200/DSC_0129.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503378068969615874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2TRfhVzFS9E/TF_tMGEB7jI/AAAAAAAAAZM/QSOS_OPDETM/s1600/DSC_0013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2TRfhVzFS9E/TF_tMGEB7jI/AAAAAAAAAZM/QSOS_OPDETM/s200/DSC_0013.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503378061711765042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday my daughter celebrated her 12th year of marriage.  It's wonderful to see your daughter so happy in a healthy relationship.  I will continue to pray for them as I see how living in today's world can take a toll on even the best of relationships.  The past year brought about a lot of changes thank goodness, all of them have been good.  Maybe this next year can be a little more quiet but just as happy.  Happy Anniversary Kerri and Eric.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today is my first grandsons's 9th birthday.  I keep telling him I am going to put a brick on his head to keep him from growing.  If only it was that easy to make time stand still.  He is such a great kid.  He loves to read, play basketball and come to Nana's house.  I hope that never changes.  Full of energy, we can't seem to fill him up.  He loves life, may that also stay the same.  Happy Birthday Riley.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9541206-7126792830883983189?l=debbypressley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debbypressley.blogspot.com/feeds/7126792830883983189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9541206&amp;postID=7126792830883983189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9541206/posts/default/7126792830883983189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9541206/posts/default/7126792830883983189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debbypressley.blogspot.com/2010/08/yesterday-my-daughter-celebrated-her.html' title=''/><author><name>Debby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17686828386558981365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2TRfhVzFS9E/Slelem48amI/AAAAAAAAARg/Z0isESgfiok/S220/DSC_0124.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2TRfhVzFS9E/TF_tMhGb8gI/AAAAAAAAAZU/ZbXdu-Aalrc/s72-c/DSC_0129.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9541206.post-5372964665085209219</id><published>2010-07-20T07:29:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T07:39:28.441-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just returned from another week-end in Nashville Indiana.  I really can't put my finger on why I love it there so much, but my husband feels the same way.  I drive into the little town and I immediately have a smile on my face.  It's a slow paced, gentle place.  People seem to leave their cares at the city limits sign.  We have a lot of memories as we have celebrated a family Thanksgiving in the hills of this town, and even brought our children here for vacations in a little cabin down the road in a place called "Bean Blossom".  Mike and I drove out to the cabin and someone has moved in permanently and it is quite a showplace.  One of my favorite pictures of my two children and Mike, hangs in my bedroom reminding me of a day at the state park I will never forget, picnicking, playing cards and hiking on the trails. I remember none of us wanted that day to end.  I re-lived that day many times, drawing from the feelings it brought as we faced tough times a few years later.  Memories, one of the most precious things God gives us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9541206-5372964665085209219?l=debbypressley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debbypressley.blogspot.com/feeds/5372964665085209219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9541206&amp;postID=5372964665085209219' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9541206/posts/default/5372964665085209219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9541206/posts/default/5372964665085209219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debbypressley.blogspot.com/2010/07/just-returned-from-another-week-end-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Debby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17686828386558981365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2TRfhVzFS9E/Slelem48amI/AAAAAAAAARg/Z0isESgfiok/S220/DSC_0124.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9541206.post-8297783666247917905</id><published>2010-07-12T18:58:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T19:02:50.829-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today turned out to be a good day.  (most are)  I haven't been feeling like myself lately but at one point today I realized I was feeling better.  The little aches and pains of fibro had been worse and I was finding myself uptight and unable to relax.  We had some great rain today, I fixed some half-runner beans with tomatoes and onions.  Tasted great.  Starting to look for a house for next year's vacation.  Austin came over for a little while and ate dinner with us.  Yes, a good day.  I wanted to get to my scrapbooking but that didn't happen.  Maybe tomorrow.  We'll be heading to Nashville Indiana friday.  Yea!!!!!!!!!!!!  That will solve everything! Ha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9541206-8297783666247917905?l=debbypressley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debbypressley.blogspot.com/feeds/8297783666247917905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9541206&amp;postID=8297783666247917905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9541206/posts/default/8297783666247917905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9541206/posts/default/8297783666247917905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debbypressley.blogspot.com/2010/07/today-turned-out-to-be-good-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Debby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17686828386558981365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2TRfhVzFS9E/Slelem48amI/AAAAAAAAARg/Z0isESgfiok/S220/DSC_0124.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9541206.post-6642970658731864399</id><published>2010-06-30T10:29:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T16:04:12.437-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2TRfhVzFS9E/TCui2V_XnLI/AAAAAAAAAZE/Loi7HbAssgg/s1600/DSC_0366.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2TRfhVzFS9E/TCui2V_XnLI/AAAAAAAAAZE/Loi7HbAssgg/s200/DSC_0366.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488659625380650162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2TRfhVzFS9E/TCui1-RQkfI/AAAAAAAAAY8/9hSOX-5C8lw/s1600/DSC_0321.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2TRfhVzFS9E/TCui1-RQkfI/AAAAAAAAAY8/9hSOX-5C8lw/s200/DSC_0321.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488659619013235186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2TRfhVzFS9E/TCui1WiAjZI/AAAAAAAAAY0/fnFuVUzs4mM/s1600/DSC_0154.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2TRfhVzFS9E/TCui1WiAjZI/AAAAAAAAAY0/fnFuVUzs4mM/s200/DSC_0154.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488659608346070418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2TRfhVzFS9E/TCui09mqlaI/AAAAAAAAAYs/ByPtMNOabDw/s1600/DSC_0256.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2TRfhVzFS9E/TCui09mqlaI/AAAAAAAAAYs/ByPtMNOabDw/s200/DSC_0256.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488659601654715810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another wonderful 2 weeks at the beach is over.  We had such a good time.  There were times I had to pinch myself as I looked around at my family and the beautiful place we were spending time together.  Cora is amazing.  Kerri's three boys were all good babies, but honestly, Cora puts them to shame.  She has a ready smile that lights up the room not to mention your world.  We were in Topsail last year when we found out that she would be joining our family.  We were all a little in shock, well o.k.... a lot in shock.  God blessed us beyond measure.  Riley, Trey, Evan and Austin had so much fun together.  It is fun to watch them sharing life together as brothers and cousins.  I just hope my husband can relax a little more next year.  The job is becoming a little stressful, we'll see what this year brings to that situation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9541206-6642970658731864399?l=debbypressley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debbypressley.blogspot.com/feeds/6642970658731864399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9541206&amp;postID=6642970658731864399' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9541206/posts/default/6642970658731864399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9541206/posts/default/6642970658731864399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debbypressley.blogspot.com/2010/06/another-wonderful-2-weeks-at-beach-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Debby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17686828386558981365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2TRfhVzFS9E/Slelem48amI/AAAAAAAAARg/Z0isESgfiok/S220/DSC_0124.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2TRfhVzFS9E/TCui2V_XnLI/AAAAAAAAAZE/Loi7HbAssgg/s72-c/DSC_0366.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9541206.post-2911451038506458916</id><published>2010-06-03T07:40:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T07:47:57.665-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I had Riley and Trey for a few days so they could finish the school year.  What great kids!!  They were so much fun.  Yesterday we went to Target and we found a new Legos movie, some walkie-talkies for their new adventures outside and of course dinner at Chick-fil-A and dessert at Sonic.  If those kids told me thanks for everything once, they told me twenty times.  They are such good boys.  this morning when they got up, I reminded them it was their last day of schoo.  Of course they were thrilled at that thought and then Trey looked at me and said, "there's just one bad thing.  we won't be seeing you tonight".  OMG, yea, I melted in a pool on the floor!  I am so happy that these kids are getting ready to have the kind of summer every kid should have - playing in the great outdoors.  I almost feel like a kid again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9541206-2911451038506458916?l=debbypressley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debbypressley.blogspot.com/feeds/2911451038506458916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9541206&amp;postID=2911451038506458916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9541206/posts/default/2911451038506458916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9541206/posts/default/2911451038506458916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debbypressley.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-had-riley-and-trey-for-few-days-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Debby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17686828386558981365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2TRfhVzFS9E/Slelem48amI/AAAAAAAAARg/Z0isESgfiok/S220/DSC_0124.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9541206.post-6258622435614614989</id><published>2010-05-28T15:57:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T16:15:15.579-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My emotions seem to be right up on the surface today.  Not sure what is going on.  The feelings are all mixed up but primarily good.  The tree my dad and Ralph planted for me is sick but they have promised me it won't be fatal.  I love that tree, I really enjoy watching it.  It makes me feel like all is right with the world.  It reminds me of the people in my life that helped me get grounded.  I've been thinking a lot about the people that I miss and about the people that are still here filling up my life and making it so rich.  Love to you all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9541206-6258622435614614989?l=debbypressley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debbypressley.blogspot.com/feeds/6258622435614614989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9541206&amp;postID=6258622435614614989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9541206/posts/default/6258622435614614989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9541206/posts/default/6258622435614614989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debbypressley.blogspot.com/2010/05/my-emotions-seem-to-be-right-up-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Debby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17686828386558981365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2TRfhVzFS9E/Slelem48amI/AAAAAAAAARg/Z0isESgfiok/S220/DSC_0124.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9541206.post-3011747239955127580</id><published>2010-05-23T07:27:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T07:36:23.544-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2TRfhVzFS9E/S_kS8931lkI/AAAAAAAAAYk/lQ4ltU7l0tk/s1600/DSC_0070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2TRfhVzFS9E/S_kS8931lkI/AAAAAAAAAYk/lQ4ltU7l0tk/s200/DSC_0070.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474427660655760962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2TRfhVzFS9E/S_kS8jD9o1I/AAAAAAAAAYc/bY5p9svuD1s/s1600/DSC_0035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2TRfhVzFS9E/S_kS8jD9o1I/AAAAAAAAAYc/bY5p9svuD1s/s200/DSC_0035.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474427653458862930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2TRfhVzFS9E/S_kS7wBbzFI/AAAAAAAAAYU/shMWGsqsack/s1600/DSC_0029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2TRfhVzFS9E/S_kS7wBbzFI/AAAAAAAAAYU/shMWGsqsack/s200/DSC_0029.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474427639758048338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe it but we are counting down and there are only 18 days til vacation.  What happened to the year?  It can't possibly be time for another 2 weeks at the beach.  But.... here we are.  Two weeks of surf and sand, fudge, sea gulls and crabs, fudge, beautiful sunrises and the sounds of the ocean, and fudge.  Oh my, sounds like heaven to me.  I can't wait.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9541206-3011747239955127580?l=debbypressley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debbypressley.blogspot.com/feeds/3011747239955127580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9541206&amp;postID=3011747239955127580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9541206/posts/default/3011747239955127580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9541206/posts/default/3011747239955127580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debbypressley.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-cant-believe-it-but-we-are-counting.html' title=''/><author><name>Debby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17686828386558981365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2TRfhVzFS9E/Slelem48amI/AAAAAAAAARg/Z0isESgfiok/S220/DSC_0124.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2TRfhVzFS9E/S_kS8931lkI/AAAAAAAAAYk/lQ4ltU7l0tk/s72-c/DSC_0070.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9541206.post-7531717662589615124</id><published>2010-05-21T17:23:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T17:27:42.964-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Two weeks of jury duty over.  I'm glad for that but also glad I had the experience.  It wasn't easy.  I was on a difficult case with nothing but circumstantial evidence.  I wasn't able to do what I really wanted to do.  I learned a lot about the justice system, about how some people live and make choices and about myself.   It's not a perfect system but I am glad we live in a country that believes in not guilty til so proven.  Unfortunately, it sometimes CAN'T be proven.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9541206-7531717662589615124?l=debbypressley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debbypressley.blogspot.com/feeds/7531717662589615124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9541206&amp;postID=7531717662589615124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9541206/posts/default/7531717662589615124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9541206/posts/default/7531717662589615124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debbypressley.blogspot.com/2010/05/two-weeks-of-jury-duty-over.html' title=''/><author><name>Debby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17686828386558981365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2TRfhVzFS9E/Slelem48amI/AAAAAAAAARg/Z0isESgfiok/S220/DSC_0124.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9541206.post-8327277068915085807</id><published>2010-05-09T16:29:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T16:42:21.807-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2TRfhVzFS9E/S-ceH2q7vAI/AAAAAAAAAYM/sSCohd9OsQQ/s1600/DSC_0195.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2TRfhVzFS9E/S-ceH2q7vAI/AAAAAAAAAYM/sSCohd9OsQQ/s200/DSC_0195.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469373392748264450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mother's Day 2010....another blessed day.  Kerri visited Eric's mom this year so it was just Mike, Nicole, Austin, Mom and Mike.  We had a nice lunch at the countryclub.  Austin made us laugh and once again, I was in awe of how lucky I am to be so loved.  My son gave me a card that is hard for me to believe it wasn't written especially for me.  I really want to share it.  Those of you who are familiar with our history will see how special this card really was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From your Son... When I think about all the times I made you worry, it makes me appreciate how well you handled the challenging job of being my mom.  The good news is, those days are behind us now, and we both made it through.  And you know what?  You did good.  Really good.  Happy Mother's Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, he was a challenge.  But I wouldn't trade him for any other son on the face of the earth.  He has grown into a very good man.  Thanks for being my son Mikey.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9541206-8327277068915085807?l=debbypressley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debbypressley.blogspot.com/feeds/8327277068915085807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9541206&amp;postID=8327277068915085807' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9541206/posts/default/8327277068915085807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9541206/posts/default/8327277068915085807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debbypressley.blogspot.com/2010/05/mothers-day-2010.html' title=''/><author><name>Debby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17686828386558981365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2TRfhVzFS9E/Slelem48amI/AAAAAAAAARg/Z0isESgfiok/S220/DSC_0124.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2TRfhVzFS9E/S-ceH2q7vAI/AAAAAAAAAYM/sSCohd9OsQQ/s72-c/DSC_0195.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9541206.post-4013813196492223917</id><published>2010-04-28T08:35:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T08:43:05.700-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Trying to bring some sort of closure to the way Kerri's adoption journey has ended.  I gave my heart away to this little girl a long time ago and she will ALWAYS have it.  I worked on something today to help me remember and at the same time move on.  I framed her beautiful picture with some scripture and it will be placed in a place that I will see often.  I just hope she feels the prayers from some people in the USA that have been and will always be prayed for her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9541206-4013813196492223917?l=debbypressley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debbypressley.blogspot.com/feeds/4013813196492223917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9541206&amp;postID=4013813196492223917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9541206/posts/default/4013813196492223917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9541206/posts/default/4013813196492223917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debbypressley.blogspot.com/2010/04/trying-to-bring-some-sort-of-closure-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Debby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17686828386558981365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2TRfhVzFS9E/Slelem48amI/AAAAAAAAARg/Z0isESgfiok/S220/DSC_0124.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9541206.post-4900581885738109070</id><published>2010-04-24T07:42:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T07:48:11.003-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's been such a long journey and this is not the ending we were hoping for.  But our little Nana will not be coming home.  Pray for this child.  May God keep her in His love and may she grow strong and always know there are people far, far away that love her very much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9541206-4900581885738109070?l=debbypressley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debbypressley.blogspot.com/feeds/4900581885738109070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9541206&amp;postID=4900581885738109070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9541206/posts/default/4900581885738109070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9541206/posts/default/4900581885738109070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debbypressley.blogspot.com/2010/04/its-been-such-long-journey-and-this-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Debby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17686828386558981365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2TRfhVzFS9E/Slelem48amI/AAAAAAAAARg/Z0isESgfiok/S220/DSC_0124.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9541206.post-3221161515007662534</id><published>2010-04-19T08:31:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T08:45:55.329-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2TRfhVzFS9E/S8xQdoR4y-I/AAAAAAAAAYE/RsrwnIVRKc4/s1600/DSC_0154.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2TRfhVzFS9E/S8xQdoR4y-I/AAAAAAAAAYE/RsrwnIVRKc4/s320/DSC_0154.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461828918052441058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2TRfhVzFS9E/S8xQdWtPt1I/AAAAAAAAAX8/ZNU3coy9P14/s1600/DSC_0151.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2TRfhVzFS9E/S8xQdWtPt1I/AAAAAAAAAX8/ZNU3coy9P14/s320/DSC_0151.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461828913335351122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2TRfhVzFS9E/S8xQdLxOC9I/AAAAAAAAAX0/srj0UI_YIwI/s1600/DSC_0187.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2TRfhVzFS9E/S8xQdLxOC9I/AAAAAAAAAX0/srj0UI_YIwI/s320/DSC_0187.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461828910399228882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2TRfhVzFS9E/S8xQctdYkKI/AAAAAAAAAXs/uqtrtwUPzRM/s1600/DSC_0116.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2TRfhVzFS9E/S8xQctdYkKI/AAAAAAAAAXs/uqtrtwUPzRM/s320/DSC_0116.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461828902262968482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2TRfhVzFS9E/S8xQcdc35EI/AAAAAAAAAXk/4ynVdFuqTwo/s1600/DSC_0148.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2TRfhVzFS9E/S8xQcdc35EI/AAAAAAAAAXk/4ynVdFuqTwo/s320/DSC_0148.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461828897965859906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love walking around my house after the kids have been here.  Kerri and Cora and the boys spent the week-end and the typical signs are everywhere... a drawing with "to nana from trey" scrawled on top, catalogs with dog-eared pages to mark the spot (things they must have) and pieces of toys found everywhere for days.  I LOVE it.  I wouldn't want it any other way.  I smile everytime I find a marker or a candy wrapper and that usually happens for several days.  I hope their memories are as wonderful as mine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9541206-3221161515007662534?l=debbypressley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debbypressley.blogspot.com/feeds/3221161515007662534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9541206&amp;postID=3221161515007662534' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9541206/posts/default/3221161515007662534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9541206/posts/default/3221161515007662534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debbypressley.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-love-walking-around-my-house-after.html' title=''/><author><name>Debby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17686828386558981365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2TRfhVzFS9E/Slelem48amI/AAAAAAAAARg/Z0isESgfiok/S220/DSC_0124.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2TRfhVzFS9E/S8xQdoR4y-I/AAAAAAAAAYE/RsrwnIVRKc4/s72-c/DSC_0154.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9541206.post-4157632975950268094</id><published>2010-04-13T08:23:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T08:45:25.454-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2TRfhVzFS9E/S8RmOkL5yOI/AAAAAAAAAW0/vn5mRAUJoLk/s1600/DSC_0100.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 296px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2TRfhVzFS9E/S8RmOkL5yOI/AAAAAAAAAW0/vn5mRAUJoLk/s320/DSC_0100.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459601048697686242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2TRfhVzFS9E/S8RmOUVHb6I/AAAAAAAAAWs/O7lnate2_9k/s1600/DSC_0210.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2TRfhVzFS9E/S8RmOUVHb6I/AAAAAAAAAWs/O7lnate2_9k/s320/DSC_0210.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459601044441362338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was just reading my daughter's blog about delivering our beautiful little Cora Jean.  I was suddenly overwhelmed with the realization that God is really in control.  We make plans and think we know what will be.  Nobody expected to hear the words "I'm pregnant" from my daughter again.  They had other plans.  But so did God.  She is beautifully perfect and I already find myself  thinking how empty our family would seem without her.  Kerri and Eric had plans for a little girl to enter their family.  None of us really know where those plans are right now, only God knows.  But for now, I am so happy that God had Cora in mind and I can't wait to get to know her.  God has blessed our family... once again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9541206-4157632975950268094?l=debbypressley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debbypressley.blogspot.com/feeds/4157632975950268094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9541206&amp;postID=4157632975950268094' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9541206/posts/default/4157632975950268094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9541206/posts/default/4157632975950268094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debbypressley.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-was-just-reading-my-daughters-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Debby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17686828386558981365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2TRfhVzFS9E/Slelem48amI/AAAAAAAAARg/Z0isESgfiok/S220/DSC_0124.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2TRfhVzFS9E/S8RmOkL5yOI/AAAAAAAAAW0/vn5mRAUJoLk/s72-c/DSC_0100.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9541206.post-2109675897700123681</id><published>2010-04-07T10:38:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T10:45:22.307-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2TRfhVzFS9E/S7yac9096-I/AAAAAAAAAWk/yCY8eNcxJDg/s1600/DSC_0246.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2TRfhVzFS9E/S7yac9096-I/AAAAAAAAAWk/yCY8eNcxJDg/s320/DSC_0246.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457406670889937890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2TRfhVzFS9E/S7yacuDu0SI/AAAAAAAAAWc/sN7rP9buPHY/s1600/DSC_0242.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2TRfhVzFS9E/S7yacuDu0SI/AAAAAAAAAWc/sN7rP9buPHY/s320/DSC_0242.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457406666656895266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2TRfhVzFS9E/S7yacMXqMvI/AAAAAAAAAWU/ElXOfrV6yYI/s1600/DSC_0141.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2TRfhVzFS9E/S7yacMXqMvI/AAAAAAAAAWU/ElXOfrV6yYI/s320/DSC_0141.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457406657613673202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2TRfhVzFS9E/S7yabhUaphI/AAAAAAAAAWM/99XxrbUzUnU/s1600/DSC_0118.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2TRfhVzFS9E/S7yabhUaphI/AAAAAAAAAWM/99XxrbUzUnU/s320/DSC_0118.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457406646057346578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2TRfhVzFS9E/S7yabFKuzSI/AAAAAAAAAWE/M6C-WrOWl0w/s1600/DSC_0006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2TRfhVzFS9E/S7yabFKuzSI/AAAAAAAAAWE/M6C-WrOWl0w/s320/DSC_0006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457406638500531490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A song I really love by Elton John says, "all life is precious and every day's a prize".  Days can certainly bring "sur"-prises too, some good, some not so much.  At least it may not seem so good on the surface.  But I choose to believe that even what may start as troublesome, can really turn out for good.  I really want to take hold of everyday and squeeze it and learn from it and move on from it.  As I get older, I find I'm not wanting to move on so quickly and I would even like to stand still from time to time.  But that's not possible and so I just hope I can move on for a long time to come.   (LOL=facebook speak, meaning laugh out loud!)  So here are some pics that remind me that Elton just might be right.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9541206-2109675897700123681?l=debbypressley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debbypressley.blogspot.com/feeds/2109675897700123681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9541206&amp;postID=2109675897700123681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9541206/posts/default/2109675897700123681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9541206/posts/default/2109675897700123681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debbypressley.blogspot.com/2010/04/song-i-really-love-by-elton-john-says_07.html' title=''/><author><name>Debby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17686828386558981365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2TRfhVzFS9E/Slelem48amI/AAAAAAAAARg/Z0isESgfiok/S220/DSC_0124.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2TRfhVzFS9E/S7yac9096-I/AAAAAAAAAWk/yCY8eNcxJDg/s72-c/DSC_0246.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9541206.post-4977187353787649450</id><published>2010-03-29T10:57:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T11:03:56.149-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Easter week.   What a wonderful time for the Christian to celebrate.  My pastor reminded me that EVERYTHING changed with the events that we call Easter.  From that point on, nothing was ever the same.  I'm thanking God for the cross, the grave and the power of His resurrection this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He became sin, who knew no sin,&lt;br /&gt;That we might become His righteousness.&lt;br /&gt;He humbled Himself and carried the cross...&lt;br /&gt;  Love so amazing, love so amazing....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus Messiah, name above all names,&lt;br /&gt;Blessed Redeemer, Emmanuel.&lt;br /&gt;The rescue for sinners&lt;br /&gt;The ransom from heaven&lt;br /&gt;Jesus Messiah, Lord of all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His body the bread, His blood the wine,&lt;br /&gt;Broken and poured out all for love.&lt;br /&gt;The whole earth trembled and the veil was torn.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love so amazing, love so amazing!&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/9541206-4977187353787649450?l=debbypressley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debbypressley.blogspot.com/feeds/4977187353787649450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9541206&amp;postID=4977187353787649450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9541206/posts/default/4977187353787649450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9541206/posts/default/4977187353787649450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debbypressley.blogspot.com/2010/03/easter-week.html' title=''/><author><name>Debby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17686828386558981365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2TRfhVzFS9E/Slelem48amI/AAAAAAAAARg/Z0isESgfiok/S220/DSC_0124.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9541206.post-8460682770770569279</id><published>2010-03-27T09:55:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T10:01:56.518-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2TRfhVzFS9E/S64PuqsnNQI/AAAAAAAAAV8/AYMVx6uqkpw/s1600/DSC_0033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2TRfhVzFS9E/S64PuqsnNQI/AAAAAAAAAV8/AYMVx6uqkpw/s320/DSC_0033.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453313493202056450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like these words I found this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celebrate the temporary&lt;br /&gt;Don't wait until tomorrow - Live today&lt;br /&gt;Celebrate the simple things&lt;br /&gt;  Enjoy the butterfly&lt;br /&gt;  Embrace the snow&lt;br /&gt;  Run with the ocean&lt;br /&gt;  Delight in the trees or a single lonely flower&lt;br /&gt;  Go barefoot in the wet grass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't wait until all the problems are solved&lt;br /&gt; or all the bills are paid - you will wait forever.&lt;br /&gt;Eternity will come and go and you&lt;br /&gt;  will still be waiting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live in the now&lt;br /&gt;   with all its problems and its agonies,&lt;br /&gt; with its joy and its pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celebrate your pain, your despair, your anger&lt;br /&gt;It means you're alive&lt;br /&gt;Look closer, breathe deeper, stand taller,&lt;br /&gt; stop grieving the past&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is joy and beauty&lt;br /&gt;  Today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is temporary, here now and gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so celebrate it while you can&lt;br /&gt;Celebrate the temporary    &lt;br /&gt;        &lt;br /&gt;        -From Celebrate the Temporary by Clyde Reid&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9541206-8460682770770569279?l=debbypressley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debbypressley.blogspot.com/feeds/8460682770770569279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9541206&amp;postID=8460682770770569279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9541206/posts/default/8460682770770569279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9541206/posts/default/8460682770770569279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debbypressley.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-like-these-words-i-found-this-morning.html' title=''/><author><name>Debby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17686828386558981365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2TRfhVzFS9E/Slelem48amI/AAAAAAAAARg/Z0isESgfiok/S220/DSC_0124.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2TRfhVzFS9E/S64PuqsnNQI/AAAAAAAAAV8/AYMVx6uqkpw/s72-c/DSC_0033.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9541206.post-1643206624402069957</id><published>2010-03-23T08:10:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T08:19:10.786-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Had trouble getting to sleep last night.  So many friends on my mind experiencing so much pain.  So... I prayed.  I finally dropped off to sleep and their faces were right there when I woke.  Music helps more than anything.  It expresses things I am incapable of expressing, it soothes my soul.  I heard this one for today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;How many names an I use to explain the love of my Jesus, the life that He gave&lt;br /&gt;And so many times will I praise You today, I lift up my life 'cause you're always the same&lt;br /&gt;And my offering to You I bring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your name is Jesus.  Your name is Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;You're the Wonderful, Counselor, my Friend.&lt;br /&gt;You're what I hold on to;  I know that You brought me through&lt;br /&gt;All the days of loss, to the cross You knew... I'd need a Savior&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many songs can I sing to proclaim Your wondrous love and beauty so great?&lt;br /&gt;What would I say if You brought down the rain and everyday I walk through the pain&lt;br /&gt;My heart would still say...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're what I hold on to;  I know that you brought me through&lt;br /&gt;All the days of loss, to the cross You knew... I'd need a Savior&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&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/9541206-1643206624402069957?l=debbypressley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debbypressley.blogspot.com/feeds/1643206624402069957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9541206&amp;postID=1643206624402069957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9541206/posts/default/1643206624402069957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9541206/posts/default/1643206624402069957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debbypressley.blogspot.com/2010/03/had-trouble-getting-to-sleep-last-night.html' title=''/><author><name>Debby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17686828386558981365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2TRfhVzFS9E/Slelem48amI/AAAAAAAAARg/Z0isESgfiok/S220/DSC_0124.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9541206.post-5067918821378191085</id><published>2010-03-06T07:47:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T07:54:30.861-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2TRfhVzFS9E/S5JQYWKTvAI/AAAAAAAAAVs/ScB-REmpOP0/s1600-h/DSC_0177.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2TRfhVzFS9E/S5JQYWKTvAI/AAAAAAAAAVs/ScB-REmpOP0/s320/DSC_0177.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445503278640249858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cora Jean Stetler finally entered the world on March 4th at 10:15 a.m.  She is a beautiful bouncing baby girl weighing 8 lb. 8 oz and measuring 21 3/4" .   Everything is perfect.  Ten fingers, ten toes, and a combination of all her brothers giving her a face like no other.  Sometimes I am totally overwhelmed with the thought of how blessed I am with these unbelievable grandchildren.  I can't wait to get her started on this journey with all of us.  God bless you Cora Jean.  Nana loves you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9541206-5067918821378191085?l=debbypressley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debbypressley.blogspot.com/feeds/5067918821378191085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9541206&amp;postID=5067918821378191085' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9541206/posts/default/5067918821378191085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9541206/posts/default/5067918821378191085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debbypressley.blogspot.com/2010/03/cora-jean-stetler-finally-entered-world.html' title=''/><author><name>Debby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17686828386558981365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2TRfhVzFS9E/Slelem48amI/AAAAAAAAARg/Z0isESgfiok/S220/DSC_0124.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2TRfhVzFS9E/S5JQYWKTvAI/AAAAAAAAAVs/ScB-REmpOP0/s72-c/DSC_0177.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9541206.post-4107530467640388588</id><published>2010-03-04T10:24:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T10:27:42.673-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Life is so strange.  I'm sitting here waiting for a little angel to enter this earth and I just found out the angels came and took a good friend from this us.  Bittersweet, so much of life is bittersweet.  We love you Marollyn, we will miss your smile.  Enjoy what God has prepared for you.  Welcome Cora Jean, we can't wait to see you, straight from heaven to bless us here on earth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9541206-4107530467640388588?l=debbypressley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debbypressley.blogspot.com/feeds/4107530467640388588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9541206&amp;postID=4107530467640388588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9541206/posts/default/4107530467640388588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9541206/posts/default/4107530467640388588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debbypressley.blogspot.com/2010/03/life-is-so-strange.html' title=''/><author><name>Debby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17686828386558981365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2TRfhVzFS9E/Slelem48amI/AAAAAAAAARg/Z0isESgfiok/S220/DSC_0124.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9541206.post-4473316847734426168</id><published>2010-02-21T19:49:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T20:00:22.523-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2TRfhVzFS9E/S4HXFjjZ2aI/AAAAAAAAAVk/fNc1LeqENto/s1600-h/DSC_0275.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2TRfhVzFS9E/S4HXFjjZ2aI/AAAAAAAAAVk/fNc1LeqENto/s320/DSC_0275.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440866315283323298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These words of a song we sang in church blew me away this morning.  "You paint the morning sky with miracles in mind".  I have no doubt that I approach too many days, not looking for God's miracles.  The chorus says; "How deep, how wide, how great is Your love for me".  Forgive me Lord, may I look to the sky to find your miracle in every day.  May I never stop being amazed at the miracle of your love for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9541206-4473316847734426168?l=debbypressley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debbypressley.blogspot.com/feeds/4473316847734426168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9541206&amp;postID=4473316847734426168' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9541206/posts/default/4473316847734426168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9541206/posts/default/4473316847734426168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debbypressley.blogspot.com/2010/02/these-words-of-song-we-sang-in-church.html' title=''/><author><name>Debby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17686828386558981365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2TRfhVzFS9E/Slelem48amI/AAAAAAAAARg/Z0isESgfiok/S220/DSC_0124.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2TRfhVzFS9E/S4HXFjjZ2aI/AAAAAAAAAVk/fNc1LeqENto/s72-c/DSC_0275.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9541206.post-1633325182602783427</id><published>2010-02-12T11:26:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T11:37:47.565-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, back from a beautiful week in Puerto Rico.  We had perfect weather, the only down-side was that Mike had to work.  But I reminded him, if it wasn't for his job, we wouldn't even be there.  I proved to myself that attitude is everything.  I wasn't sure about so many days with nothing to do but sit by the pool but I chose to go with it, knowing life would get crazy with a new grandbaby and all.  I was able to relax and relish every minute.  I never wished the time away and when the time came to return, I was ready to see my home and family.  I think I am finally learning how to live in the moment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was gone, Trey showed us what he is made of and had some oral surgery.  It sounds like he did great.  I can't wait to see all the boys.  Everyone will be over Sunday for a Valentine lunch. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This will sound really random but I haven't been able to blog for a while and this has been on my mind.  The last OSU game I was at, honored the 1960 Championship team.  I remember it like it was yesterday.  They also unveiled a banner in the Schott, to honor the coach of that tem, Fred Taylor.  I sat there and thought how important it is to send the roses while they are alive.  This banner should have gone up a long, long time ago, he was a great coach and everyone knew he was an even better man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope to do a better job at this as I go forward with my life.  There are so many people around me that deserve to be thanked for the way they have touched my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9541206-1633325182602783427?l=debbypressley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debbypressley.blogspot.com/feeds/1633325182602783427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9541206&amp;postID=1633325182602783427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9541206/posts/default/1633325182602783427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9541206/posts/default/1633325182602783427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debbypressley.blogspot.com/2010/02/well-back-from-beautiful-week-in-puerto.html' title=''/><author><name>Debby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17686828386558981365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2TRfhVzFS9E/Slelem48amI/AAAAAAAAARg/Z0isESgfiok/S220/DSC_0124.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9541206.post-6636330882204069270</id><published>2010-01-24T18:44:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T18:50:07.189-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Mike finally got home from another week away.  However, he's been comatose most of the day.  That's just what happens after a market.  It's been a good week-end.  Went to see both Trey and Riley play basketball.   They are so much fun to watch.  Kerri, Eric and the boys spent the rest of the day with me and watched OSU take a disappointing defeat.  My mom joined us for the game.  Unfortunately, Mom is  not  doing so well lately.  I am hoping it is just some medication problems.  I will be taking her for an MRI tomorrow.  She has fought hard to win over her loneliness but I think she is just getting tired.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9541206-6636330882204069270?l=debbypressley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debbypressley.blogspot.com/feeds/6636330882204069270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9541206&amp;postID=6636330882204069270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9541206/posts/default/6636330882204069270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9541206/posts/default/6636330882204069270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debbypressley.blogspot.com/2010/01/mike-finally-got-home-from-another-week.html' title=''/><author><name>Debby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17686828386558981365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2TRfhVzFS9E/Slelem48amI/AAAAAAAAARg/Z0isESgfiok/S220/DSC_0124.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9541206.post-880542172712738352</id><published>2010-01-18T19:13:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T19:39:07.554-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2TRfhVzFS9E/S1T_HnZ-nRI/AAAAAAAAAVc/YH3t2k2hVtk/s1600-h/DSC_0300.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2TRfhVzFS9E/S1T_HnZ-nRI/AAAAAAAAAVc/YH3t2k2hVtk/s320/DSC_0300.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428243957190401298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2TRfhVzFS9E/S1T_HYGARWI/AAAAAAAAAVU/yYxgTUvW2Ts/s1600-h/DSC_0278.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2TRfhVzFS9E/S1T_HYGARWI/AAAAAAAAAVU/yYxgTUvW2Ts/s320/DSC_0278.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428243953080092002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2TRfhVzFS9E/S1T_GyMyuEI/AAAAAAAAAVM/ZMDScNDhVD4/s1600-h/DSC_0191.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 301px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2TRfhVzFS9E/S1T_GyMyuEI/AAAAAAAAAVM/ZMDScNDhVD4/s320/DSC_0191.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428243942908016706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2TRfhVzFS9E/S1T_GQ-5zXI/AAAAAAAAAVE/5AAMl7Pj9Xk/s1600-h/DSC_0042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2TRfhVzFS9E/S1T_GQ-5zXI/AAAAAAAAAVE/5AAMl7Pj9Xk/s320/DSC_0042.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428243933991390578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not feeling the greatest tonight.  Worried about my mom, took her to the doc today.  They will run some tests.  Quiet in the house tonight.  Then I checked my e-mail and I got the best message in the world from my oldest grandson.  It's so nice to be loved so unconditionally.  Kids know how to do that so naturally.  Friends over tomorrow night and dinner sometime with the Stetler kids this week.  Mikey, Nicole and Austin were over for lunch yesterday and we played monopoly.  Nothing beats just being together.  I wouldn't trade those times for anything.  Just a little melancholy but I often am this time of the year.  I keep reminding myself it won't be TOO long til we'll be here:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9541206-880542172712738352?l=debbypressley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debbypressley.blogspot.com/feeds/880542172712738352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9541206&amp;postID=880542172712738352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9541206/posts/default/880542172712738352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9541206/posts/default/880542172712738352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debbypressley.blogspot.com/2010/01/not-feeling-greatest-tonight.html' title=''/><author><name>Debby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17686828386558981365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2TRfhVzFS9E/Slelem48amI/AAAAAAAAARg/Z0isESgfiok/S220/DSC_0124.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2TRfhVzFS9E/S1T_HnZ-nRI/AAAAAAAAAVc/YH3t2k2hVtk/s72-c/DSC_0300.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9541206.post-3216132934366736169</id><published>2010-01-15T16:01:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T16:06:17.026-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm trying, I'm really trying.  I just don't understand.  Why is there a beautiful little girl in Liberia that is loved and wanted by a family here and it just doesn't seem to happen?  Why are there two little boys in Haiti that were scheduled to come to a loving family next week, but instead they are enduring a massive earthquake and may not make it home.  I look at pictures of these children and all I can do is cry and ask why.  There are no answers, only questions.  So I will pray and as I pray I am reminded that God has taken care of them to this point and He will not leave them.  I pray for miracles, yes, I still believe in miracles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9541206-3216132934366736169?l=debbypressley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debbypressley.blogspot.com/feeds/3216132934366736169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9541206&amp;postID=3216132934366736169' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9541206/posts/default/3216132934366736169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9541206/posts/default/3216132934366736169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debbypressley.blogspot.com/2010/01/im-trying-im-really-trying.html' title=''/><author><name>Debby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17686828386558981365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2TRfhVzFS9E/Slelem48amI/AAAAAAAAARg/Z0isESgfiok/S220/DSC_0124.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9541206.post-9132924873021160568</id><published>2010-01-06T08:22:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T08:31:01.540-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So far so good.  I've spent more time with God in the mornings.  Don't know why I seem to wander from this practice.  I always leave that meeting place more calm and focused for the day and realizing that He leaves that place with me.  I find it easier to live one day at a time and I enjoy that day and get so much more accomplished.  Somehow I don't even feel as tired at the end of it all.  It's just good to know that we're friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is shopping and the OSU basketball game with my daughter.  More snow tomorrow and that's fine with me.  Just hope my sister can get in from OKC on Friday night.  Sunday will be a fun day with a baby shower to get ready for our little Cora Jean.  It's coming soon and I still am having trouble thinking pink.  I've had a lot of blue years!!  I spent some of yesterday checking out tutus online.  Can you say Princess?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9541206-9132924873021160568?l=debbypressley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debbypressley.blogspot.com/feeds/9132924873021160568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9541206&amp;postID=9132924873021160568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9541206/posts/default/9132924873021160568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9541206/posts/default/9132924873021160568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debbypressley.blogspot.com/2010/01/so-far-so-good.html' title=''/><author><name>Debby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17686828386558981365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2TRfhVzFS9E/Slelem48amI/AAAAAAAAARg/Z0isESgfiok/S220/DSC_0124.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9541206.post-6826277201424613834</id><published>2010-01-01T13:51:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T13:58:08.986-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's mind-boggling.  My husband and I were talking about all that has happened in the last decade, 10 short years and it's mind-boggling.  I wasn't even a Nana when we rang in 2000.  Wow, it's been quite a ride.  Good and bad, but even out of the bad has come good.  I owe that all to God.  He is a master at that.  I wouldn't want to be doing this life any other way than with God and the family and friends He has given me.  I'm looking forward to this year.  I'm sure not every day will be wonderful and free from stress.  But I proved a LONG time ago, that with God I can get through anything and come out on the other side knowing He was with me the entire way.  I hope and pray 2010 will find me to be a better follower of His.  I'm sure He won't fail me, I certainly don't want to fail Him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9541206-6826277201424613834?l=debbypressley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debbypressley.blogspot.com/feeds/6826277201424613834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9541206&amp;postID=6826277201424613834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9541206/posts/default/6826277201424613834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9541206/posts/default/6826277201424613834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debbypressley.blogspot.com/2010/01/its-mind-boggling.html' title=''/><author><name>Debby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17686828386558981365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2TRfhVzFS9E/Slelem48amI/AAAAAAAAARg/Z0isESgfiok/S220/DSC_0124.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9541206.post-7583371952222764648</id><published>2009-12-26T09:25:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T09:38:49.541-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Another beautiful Christmas day is over.  What do I love about Christmas?  Everything.  I know it is talked about often and at the risk of sounding cheesy, I really want to carry Christmas with me this year.  Christmas is real, there is no reason why I can't celebrate it all year and this coming year that is exactly what I am going to do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure my Dad is smiling about the thoughtful gift my daughter and son-in-law gave.  I have a wonderful, hand- made porch swing that my dad made for me years ago.  I would hate to think what it would cost if bought, it is so well made.  It is in need of some tender loving care and she has contacted my wonderful handyman and he will come and make it look like new. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I continue to carry on the tradition of mis-placed gifts on Christmas morning.  I'm sure my Dad is smiling about that too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you all had a wonderful day, and maybe you are thinking about carrying Christmas with you  throughout 2010 also.  Happy New Year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9541206-7583371952222764648?l=debbypressley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debbypressley.blogspot.com/feeds/7583371952222764648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9541206&amp;postID=7583371952222764648' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9541206/posts/default/7583371952222764648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9541206/posts/default/7583371952222764648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debbypressley.blogspot.com/2009/12/another-beautiful-christmas-day-is-over.html' title=''/><author><name>Debby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17686828386558981365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2TRfhVzFS9E/Slelem48amI/AAAAAAAAARg/Z0isESgfiok/S220/DSC_0124.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9541206.post-769993886556546650</id><published>2009-12-23T21:23:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T21:25:18.802-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Counting my blessings tonight.  Sooo many!!  Family, friends, health, hope.  Looking forward to a beautiful Christmas and a wonderful New Year.  Thankful for the way God leads and directs us and the peace He gives when we trust Him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9541206-769993886556546650?l=debbypressley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debbypressley.blogspot.com/feeds/769993886556546650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9541206&amp;postID=769993886556546650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9541206/posts/default/769993886556546650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9541206/posts/default/769993886556546650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debbypressley.blogspot.com/2009/12/counting-my-blessings-tonight.html' title=''/><author><name>Debby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17686828386558981365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2TRfhVzFS9E/Slelem48amI/AAAAAAAAARg/Z0isESgfiok/S220/DSC_0124.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9541206.post-5296195322613579456</id><published>2009-12-16T06:57:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T07:11:51.708-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2TRfhVzFS9E/SyjOcdB6x4I/AAAAAAAAAU8/1aHjKxHv7SE/s1600-h/DSC_0017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 309px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2TRfhVzFS9E/SyjOcdB6x4I/AAAAAAAAAU8/1aHjKxHv7SE/s320/DSC_0017.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415805540137355138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a while since my last post.  I have accomplished a more relaxed approach to Christmas this year.  I am finding myself getting up Very early and enjoying the quiet and lights of the house.  I love Christmas lights.  I am almost finished with my shopping.  A few things are still on their way from the virtual shopping mall.  I have found a balance of online shopping and shopping "on foot" so to speak.  It seems like the more I wrap, the more there is to wrap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More changes to come in the family.  My kids certainly keep things interesting.  More to come on this as it develops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is Trey's birthday.  What a special little boy.  (I know, you hear me say that about all of them)  He had a fun pool party with his friends.  Everybody loves Trey.  As he grows I realize that he is going to be one of those people that know how to make the people around him feel special and accepted.&lt;br /&gt;We will be celebrating Friday night with a Star Wars cake.  He has ordered mac'n cheese, green beans and rolls.  Happy Birthday Trey!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9541206-5296195322613579456?l=debbypressley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debbypressley.blogspot.com/feeds/5296195322613579456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9541206&amp;postID=5296195322613579456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9541206/posts/default/5296195322613579456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9541206/posts/default/5296195322613579456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debbypressley.blogspot.com/2009/12/its-been-while-since-my-last-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Debby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17686828386558981365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2TRfhVzFS9E/Slelem48amI/AAAAAAAAARg/Z0isESgfiok/S220/DSC_0124.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2TRfhVzFS9E/SyjOcdB6x4I/AAAAAAAAAU8/1aHjKxHv7SE/s72-c/DSC_0017.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9541206.post-1107863449164258429</id><published>2009-11-28T13:54:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T13:59:04.641-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I am so grateful today for God's protection.  He never sleeps, He is always watching.  We can rest in that thought.  He knows where we are and what is ahead at all times.  He sees what we cannot see and sends His angels to take care of us.  He is good.  I love Him more than I could ever say and just needed to take the opportunity to say that.  I never want to take for granted that He cares enough to watch out for us minute by minute.  I shower my family with prayer and He does the rest.  Sometimes we are aware of His protection and sometimes I believe we don't even know.  But this time, today, I am aware and I am grateful.&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/9541206-1107863449164258429?l=debbypressley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debbypressley.blogspot.com/feeds/1107863449164258429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9541206&amp;postID=1107863449164258429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9541206/posts/default/1107863449164258429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9541206/posts/default/1107863449164258429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debbypressley.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-am-so-grateful-today-for-gods.html' title=''/><author><name>Debby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17686828386558981365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2TRfhVzFS9E/Slelem48amI/AAAAAAAAARg/Z0isESgfiok/S220/DSC_0124.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9541206.post-7196199241826725875</id><published>2009-11-24T23:10:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T23:13:12.023-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Not the best of days.  I had Austin at the mall today and he was not wanting to hold my hand.  He dropped down to the floor and I tried to lift him back to his feet with his arm.  Not a good idea.  Spent the day at urgent care and feeling like the worst Nana in the world.  I think he is o.k. but I feel like I've been run over by a truck.  Couldn't have felt much worse if I tried.  I would put my life on the line for all of my grandchildren, they are everything to  me.  Thank goodness he is o.k.  Sorry Austin, hope you forgive your Nana.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9541206-7196199241826725875?l=debbypressley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debbypressley.blogspot.com/feeds/7196199241826725875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9541206&amp;postID=7196199241826725875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9541206/posts/default/7196199241826725875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9541206/posts/default/7196199241826725875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debbypressley.blogspot.com/2009/11/not-best-of-days.html' title=''/><author><name>Debby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17686828386558981365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2TRfhVzFS9E/Slelem48amI/AAAAAAAAARg/Z0isESgfiok/S220/DSC_0124.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9541206.post-7844031782672111096</id><published>2009-11-16T08:21:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T08:26:32.355-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Spent Sunday evening at Polaris with my family. (we missed you Eric)  Ate dinner, saw the Christmas tree, caught a glimpse of Santa and did some Christmas shopping.  I am never happier than when I have my family around and the hustle and bustle makes me smile much to the dismay of my husband and daughter.  So, needless to say I had a fun time.  However, the highlight of the evening was at the end of the evening.  I said good-by one at a time to my three oldest grand-children and each of them asked me the same question; "when will we see you again Nana?".  OMG!!!  If I'm honest, I know the day will come when they won't be thinking that as they leave my side.  But for now, I'll just revel in the delight of those words.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9541206-7844031782672111096?l=debbypressley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debbypressley.blogspot.com/feeds/7844031782672111096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9541206&amp;postID=7844031782672111096' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9541206/posts/default/7844031782672111096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9541206/posts/default/7844031782672111096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debbypressley.blogspot.com/2009/11/spent-sunday-evening-at-polaris-with-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Debby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17686828386558981365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2TRfhVzFS9E/Slelem48amI/AAAAAAAAARg/Z0isESgfiok/S220/DSC_0124.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9541206.post-5968021860877404001</id><published>2009-11-13T16:28:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T16:35:52.025-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Feeling a little overwhelmed today.  Nothing major, just living life.  It's amazing to me how God can get our attention in so many different ways.  Usually when I'm feeling this way, I haven't spent enough time with Him.  He used my silly facebook today.  Just looking through friends' updates I ran across a wonderful quote by one of my favorite authors.   I don't know the reason why this friend had posted it, maybe she's feeling some of the same feelings today.  Nevertheless, she posted it and just left it there, waiting for me to stumble on it and I'm glad she did.  It's a simple quote, may not mean anything to anybody else.  But to me.... well, it smacked me right in the heart and reminded me of God's love for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Your part is prayer and gratitude.  God's part? Peace and protection." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Thanks to Max Lucado and to my friend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9541206-5968021860877404001?l=debbypressley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debbypressley.blogspot.com/feeds/5968021860877404001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9541206&amp;postID=5968021860877404001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9541206/posts/default/5968021860877404001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9541206/posts/default/5968021860877404001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debbypressley.blogspot.com/2009/11/feeling-little-overwhelmed-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Debby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17686828386558981365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2TRfhVzFS9E/Slelem48amI/AAAAAAAAARg/Z0isESgfiok/S220/DSC_0124.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9541206.post-6036422090014013604</id><published>2009-11-03T19:21:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T19:26:55.701-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Babysat for Austin today and made dinner for Kerri, Eric and the boys.  I worked on Austin's scrapbook and almost have it finished.  I am beginning to have more energy and feeling much  better than the last few weeks.  I did some things and made some decisions and became pro-active about the physical problems that seemed to be slowing me down.  The house was alive today with family.  That's how I like it.  I'm looking forward to jumping into the holidays.  I really hope I can slow my husband down a little.  He is meeting himself coming and going lately.  Overall life is good.  I think I'll take advantage of the weather and get some outside lights up before the cold hits.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9541206-6036422090014013604?l=debbypressley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debbypressley.blogspot.com/feeds/6036422090014013604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9541206&amp;postID=6036422090014013604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9541206/posts/default/6036422090014013604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9541206/posts/default/6036422090014013604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debbypressley.blogspot.com/2009/11/babysat-for-austin-today-and-made.html' title=''/><author><name>Debby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17686828386558981365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2TRfhVzFS9E/Slelem48amI/AAAAAAAAARg/Z0isESgfiok/S220/DSC_0124.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9541206.post-5337670634083060103</id><published>2009-10-26T07:52:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T08:05:18.300-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2TRfhVzFS9E/SuWQNuC2BxI/AAAAAAAAAUw/xKMMS8ZSIQk/s1600-h/DSC_0168.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2TRfhVzFS9E/SuWQNuC2BxI/AAAAAAAAAUw/xKMMS8ZSIQk/s320/DSC_0168.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396878293846066962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2TRfhVzFS9E/SuWQNR2ltnI/AAAAAAAAAUo/V305I8Lt5gk/s1600-h/DSC_0174.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2TRfhVzFS9E/SuWQNR2ltnI/AAAAAAAAAUo/V305I8Lt5gk/s320/DSC_0174.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396878286278473330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2TRfhVzFS9E/SuWQNAdtIkI/AAAAAAAAAUg/3d2UhfhGOYc/s1600-h/DSC_0150.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2TRfhVzFS9E/SuWQNAdtIkI/AAAAAAAAAUg/3d2UhfhGOYc/s320/DSC_0150.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396878281610699330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2TRfhVzFS9E/SuWQM38DZCI/AAAAAAAAAUY/o3TqUIhhBes/s1600-h/DSC_0147.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2TRfhVzFS9E/SuWQM38DZCI/AAAAAAAAAUY/o3TqUIhhBes/s320/DSC_0147.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396878279322068002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2TRfhVzFS9E/SuWQMpRNOzI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/aAlgrOmd3sM/s1600-h/DSC_0137.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2TRfhVzFS9E/SuWQMpRNOzI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/aAlgrOmd3sM/s320/DSC_0137.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396878275384261426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a little slow posting this one but a week ago Kerri and the boys took me to Hueston Woods to enjoy the week-end out in nature.  What a great two days!!  I still pinch myself when I look around at my family.  They are wonderful, and I am so grateful for the blessings I have in them.  We had such a good time in our little cabin, hiking, swimming and laughing.  My family give me memories that can never be forgotten even though I struggle with my memory in my old age.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I get a little sad at the thought of how quickly my own children have grown, but the cycle of life is good and my grandchildren are making sure I enjoy this chapter as much as the chapters that came before.  Here are some more snapshots of this part of my book of life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9541206-5337670634083060103?l=debbypressley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debbypressley.blogspot.com/feeds/5337670634083060103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9541206&amp;postID=5337670634083060103' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9541206/posts/default/5337670634083060103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9541206/posts/default/5337670634083060103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debbypressley.blogspot.com/2009/10/im-little-slow-posting-this-one-but.html' title=''/><author><name>Debby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17686828386558981365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2TRfhVzFS9E/Slelem48amI/AAAAAAAAARg/Z0isESgfiok/S220/DSC_0124.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2TRfhVzFS9E/SuWQNuC2BxI/AAAAAAAAAUw/xKMMS8ZSIQk/s72-c/DSC_0168.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9541206.post-2594215271856344155</id><published>2009-10-01T21:00:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T21:11:17.086-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I LOVE October.  Actually I love Oct., Nov., and Dec.  It starts when I decorate for fall and it builds to the most wonderful time of the year - Christmas!  Fall leaves, pumpkins, scented candles and fireplaces is how it all begins.  Sweaters and jeans replace flip flops and capris.  But I tend to get so caught up in the planning for the holidays, I really don't take the time to just be in the moment of the my favorite time of the year.  I need to find a way to make it all wonderful for my family but at the same time sit back and take it all in.  I think that is why I often feel such a post-holiday let down.  I work through my lists everyday, to make sure everything gets done.  I really hope I can make getting things accomplished, less of a priority this year.  Just not sure how.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9541206-2594215271856344155?l=debbypressley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debbypressley.blogspot.com/feeds/2594215271856344155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9541206&amp;postID=2594215271856344155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9541206/posts/default/2594215271856344155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9541206/posts/default/2594215271856344155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debbypressley.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-love-october.html' title=''/><author><name>Debby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17686828386558981365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2TRfhVzFS9E/Slelem48amI/AAAAAAAAARg/Z0isESgfiok/S220/DSC_0124.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9541206.post-4975839523402540566</id><published>2009-09-26T14:58:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T15:04:04.696-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Chicken 'n noodles on the stove, grandkids eating muffins and building train tracks, listening to the rain on the roof of the porch and cheering for the Buckeyes all on a Saturday afternoon.  I don't think there is another way to describe this - it's heaven on earth.  I'll say it again "I am so blessed".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9541206-4975839523402540566?l=debbypressley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debbypressley.blogspot.com/feeds/4975839523402540566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9541206&amp;postID=4975839523402540566' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9541206/posts/default/4975839523402540566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9541206/posts/default/4975839523402540566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debbypressley.blogspot.com/2009/09/chicken-n-noodles-on-stove-grandkids.html' title=''/><author><name>Debby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17686828386558981365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2TRfhVzFS9E/Slelem48amI/AAAAAAAAARg/Z0isESgfiok/S220/DSC_0124.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9541206.post-5410882870796074174</id><published>2009-09-05T20:08:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T20:46:06.221-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2TRfhVzFS9E/SqMGPN2jZjI/AAAAAAAAAUI/3KIdA5uYnus/s1600-h/DSCF0029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2TRfhVzFS9E/SqMGPN2jZjI/AAAAAAAAAUI/3KIdA5uYnus/s320/DSCF0029.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378149238496781874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2TRfhVzFS9E/SqMErGp0OzI/AAAAAAAAAUA/q65OjZhPjD8/s1600-h/DSC_0513.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 251px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2TRfhVzFS9E/SqMErGp0OzI/AAAAAAAAAUA/q65OjZhPjD8/s320/DSC_0513.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378147518577392434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2TRfhVzFS9E/SqMEq5WuxCI/AAAAAAAAAT4/XMLWEOeeIy0/s1600-h/IMG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 293px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2TRfhVzFS9E/SqMEq5WuxCI/AAAAAAAAAT4/XMLWEOeeIy0/s320/IMG.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378147515007681570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2TRfhVzFS9E/SqMEqUFKidI/AAAAAAAAATw/YH2nOwWIADA/s1600-h/IMG_0003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 314px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2TRfhVzFS9E/SqMEqUFKidI/AAAAAAAAATw/YH2nOwWIADA/s320/IMG_0003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378147505001892306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2TRfhVzFS9E/SqMEqGyRWsI/AAAAAAAAATo/XCWKLfpnnhY/s1600-h/IMG_0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 282px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2TRfhVzFS9E/SqMEqGyRWsI/AAAAAAAAATo/XCWKLfpnnhY/s320/IMG_0001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378147501432986306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2TRfhVzFS9E/SqMEpo1dakI/AAAAAAAAATg/Wu9ANT9WPL4/s1600-h/IMG_0002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 288px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2TRfhVzFS9E/SqMEpo1dakI/AAAAAAAAATg/Wu9ANT9WPL4/s320/IMG_0002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378147493393295938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday, my beautiful daughter will be 32 yrs. old.  It's hard to believe, 32 years is a long time.  How do I describe Kerri Lynn Pressley Stetler?  Beautiful, feisty, smart,out-spoken, compassionate, loving, thoughtful and simply the best daughter a mom could ever hope for.  She is my friend and confidant and I have no doubt that she would do anything at all for me.  I honestly don't know what I would ever do without her.  She put a smile on my father's face like nobody else could.  My mother literally beams when she talks about her.  She's always had her dad wrapped around her little finger.  And her brother admires her like no other, she has always been there for him even in the tough times.  I love my daughter more than I could ever express in words and I wish her a very happy birthday.  She deserves life's best.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9541206-5410882870796074174?l=debbypressley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debbypressley.blogspot.com/feeds/5410882870796074174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9541206&amp;postID=5410882870796074174' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9541206/posts/default/5410882870796074174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9541206/posts/default/5410882870796074174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debbypressley.blogspot.com/2009/09/monday-my-beautiful-daughter-will-be-32.html' title=''/><author><name>Debby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17686828386558981365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2TRfhVzFS9E/Slelem48amI/AAAAAAAAARg/Z0isESgfiok/S220/DSC_0124.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2TRfhVzFS9E/SqMGPN2jZjI/AAAAAAAAAUI/3KIdA5uYnus/s72-c/DSCF0029.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9541206.post-1969460820552652952</id><published>2009-08-28T07:16:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T07:23:44.474-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2TRfhVzFS9E/Spe-LMnFf1I/AAAAAAAAATY/wyqIbvsyYp4/s1600-h/DSC_0094.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2TRfhVzFS9E/Spe-LMnFf1I/AAAAAAAAATY/wyqIbvsyYp4/s320/DSC_0094.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374973779862978386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2TRfhVzFS9E/Spe-KWBQU0I/AAAAAAAAATQ/w_lcBQ79BmQ/s1600-h/DSC_0080.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2TRfhVzFS9E/Spe-KWBQU0I/AAAAAAAAATQ/w_lcBQ79BmQ/s320/DSC_0080.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374973765208789826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2TRfhVzFS9E/Spe-J1tT4JI/AAAAAAAAATI/pRD8gxrSIL0/s1600-h/DSC_0074.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2TRfhVzFS9E/Spe-J1tT4JI/AAAAAAAAATI/pRD8gxrSIL0/s320/DSC_0074.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374973756535201938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2TRfhVzFS9E/Spe-JAwtXLI/AAAAAAAAATA/Um96GmayPZc/s1600-h/DSC_0070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2TRfhVzFS9E/Spe-JAwtXLI/AAAAAAAAATA/Um96GmayPZc/s320/DSC_0070.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374973742322375858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2TRfhVzFS9E/Spe-Ie1aCUI/AAAAAAAAAS4/EohU9WYElMs/s1600-h/DSC_0060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2TRfhVzFS9E/Spe-Ie1aCUI/AAAAAAAAAS4/EohU9WYElMs/s320/DSC_0060.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374973733215275330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took Evan to see The Wiggles yesterday.  Sooooo much fun.  I love them.  They are truly amazing.  They've been around a long time and they seem to get more active every time I see them.  It's an hour and a half of sheer fun.  Kids are great.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9541206-1969460820552652952?l=debbypressley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debbypressley.blogspot.com/feeds/1969460820552652952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9541206&amp;postID=1969460820552652952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9541206/posts/default/1969460820552652952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9541206/posts/default/1969460820552652952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debbypressley.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-took-evan-to-see-wiggles-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>Debby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17686828386558981365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2TRfhVzFS9E/Slelem48amI/AAAAAAAAARg/Z0isESgfiok/S220/DSC_0124.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2TRfhVzFS9E/Spe-LMnFf1I/AAAAAAAAATY/wyqIbvsyYp4/s72-c/DSC_0094.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9541206.post-6501971168439498856</id><published>2009-08-27T08:02:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T08:22:14.368-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2TRfhVzFS9E/SpZ5_tAcjhI/AAAAAAAAASw/CqFVDwumuj4/s1600-h/DSC_0650.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2TRfhVzFS9E/SpZ5_tAcjhI/AAAAAAAAASw/CqFVDwumuj4/s320/DSC_0650.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374617340633452050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2TRfhVzFS9E/SpZ5_P9LQxI/AAAAAAAAASo/oD1a-L4vf3M/s1600-h/IMG_7017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2TRfhVzFS9E/SpZ5_P9LQxI/AAAAAAAAASo/oD1a-L4vf3M/s320/IMG_7017.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374617332835107602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2TRfhVzFS9E/SpZ5-huXW5I/AAAAAAAAASg/eXbpZaf-uts/s1600-h/DSC_0394.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 270px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2TRfhVzFS9E/SpZ5-huXW5I/AAAAAAAAASg/eXbpZaf-uts/s320/DSC_0394.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374617320424954770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2TRfhVzFS9E/SpZ5-D7eoMI/AAAAAAAAASY/PYyOISbS5xU/s1600-h/DSC_0044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2TRfhVzFS9E/SpZ5-D7eoMI/AAAAAAAAASY/PYyOISbS5xU/s320/DSC_0044.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374617312426893506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've thought a lot lately about how my situation in life is so different than several years ago.  But I have learned that through external changes in life, a few things stay the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;There's nothing like the warmth of a summer afternoon&lt;br /&gt;Waking to the sunlight, and being cradles by the moon&lt;br /&gt;Catching fireflies at night&lt;br /&gt;Building castles in the sand&lt;br /&gt;Kissing Mama's face goodnight&lt;br /&gt;Holding Daddy's hand&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Lord, how could I ask for more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Running barefoot through the grass&lt;br /&gt;A little hide and go seek&lt;br /&gt;Being so in love, that you can hardly eat&lt;br /&gt;Dancing in the dark, when there's no one else around&lt;br /&gt;Being bundled 'neath the covers, watching snow&lt;br /&gt;fall to the groun&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Lord, how could I ask for more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many things I thought would bring me happiness&lt;br /&gt;Some dreams that are realities today&lt;br /&gt;Such an irony the things that mean the most to me&lt;br /&gt;Are the memories that I've made along the way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if there's anything I've learned&lt;br /&gt;From this journey I am on&lt;br /&gt;Simple truths will keep you going&lt;br /&gt;Simple love will keep you strong&lt;br /&gt;Cause there are questions without answers&lt;br /&gt;Flames that never die&lt;br /&gt;Heartaches we go through are often blessings in disguise&lt;br /&gt;So thank you Lord, oh thank you Lord&lt;br /&gt;How could I ask for more?&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/9541206-6501971168439498856?l=debbypressley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debbypressley.blogspot.com/feeds/6501971168439498856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9541206&amp;postID=6501971168439498856' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9541206/posts/default/6501971168439498856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9541206/posts/default/6501971168439498856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debbypressley.blogspot.com/2009/08/ive-thought-lot-lately-about-how-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Debby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17686828386558981365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2TRfhVzFS9E/Slelem48amI/AAAAAAAAARg/Z0isESgfiok/S220/DSC_0124.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2TRfhVzFS9E/SpZ5_tAcjhI/AAAAAAAAASw/CqFVDwumuj4/s72-c/DSC_0650.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9541206.post-6456315533511215361</id><published>2009-08-26T08:18:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T08:26:34.207-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Another school year.  Doesn't seem possible.  I watched as kids stood at the bus stop and older ones walked off.  Parents with camera in hand, mom's who don't want to let them go and I watch all this as if they were my own.  Why?  Because it seems like it was just yesterday that I was doing the same thing.  It can't be possible that my daughter is seeing her oldest off to 2nd. grade and Trey will be starting kindergarten.  I want to stop and tell them all to hold each day as a precious gift.  This chapter in the book doesn't last long.  I'm praying for my grandson as I write this, praying that he will have good experiences in that classroom, experiences that will him make him smile when he is looking back and remembering.   Because he will be remembering all too soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9541206-6456315533511215361?l=debbypressley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debbypressley.blogspot.com/feeds/6456315533511215361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9541206&amp;postID=6456315533511215361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9541206/posts/default/6456315533511215361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9541206/posts/default/6456315533511215361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debbypressley.blogspot.com/2009/08/another-school-year.html' title=''/><author><name>Debby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17686828386558981365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2TRfhVzFS9E/Slelem48amI/AAAAAAAAARg/Z0isESgfiok/S220/DSC_0124.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9541206.post-8163051925271135176</id><published>2009-08-16T08:47:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T08:52:15.068-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Habakkuk 2:20&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Like Israel in that day, we want fast answers to our crisis, but if we want to hear the God who speaks, we must learn the discipline of silence. It is the supreme act of faith and surrender to simply wait upon the Lord. He is there and He wants to speak to His children, but it will be on His terms and not ours."  I really want to master this.  You would think I would have by now, but I am getting better at it.  The reality that helps me is understanding how awesome it is that the&lt;br /&gt;God of the universe cares enough about me to WANT to speak and help.  AMAZING!!  I'm excited about seeing His answers, they are always perfect.&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/9541206-8163051925271135176?l=debbypressley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debbypressley.blogspot.com/feeds/8163051925271135176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9541206&amp;postID=8163051925271135176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9541206/posts/default/8163051925271135176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9541206/posts/default/8163051925271135176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debbypressley.blogspot.com/2009/08/habakkuk-220-like-israel-in-that-day-we.html' title=''/><author><name>Debby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17686828386558981365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2TRfhVzFS9E/Slelem48amI/AAAAAAAAARg/Z0isESgfiok/S220/DSC_0124.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9541206.post-3139040479589074229</id><published>2009-08-14T18:23:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T18:31:34.325-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Do I believe in miracles?  I certainly do!!  Read why:  http://www.acresofhopeblog.blogspot.com/&lt;br /&gt;Things are definitely moving in the right direction for our little miracle too.  We are all very hopeful that it won't be much longer that Eric will be leaving for Liberia to bring our little Nana home.  Riley told his mom that evidently God doesn't perform miracles anymore like we read in the Bible.  But Kerri reminded him of Alvin's miracle and no one can deny that it is no less miraculous than the ones we read about in God's word.  I'm sure you will agree when you read this blog.  Take the time, I promise it will bless your heart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9541206-3139040479589074229?l=debbypressley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debbypressley.blogspot.com/feeds/3139040479589074229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9541206&amp;postID=3139040479589074229' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9541206/posts/default/3139040479589074229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9541206/posts/default/3139040479589074229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debbypressley.blogspot.com/2009/08/do-i-believe-in-miracles-i-certainly-do.html' title=''/><author><name>Debby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17686828386558981365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2TRfhVzFS9E/Slelem48amI/AAAAAAAAARg/Z0isESgfiok/S220/DSC_0124.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9541206.post-3289664725220947109</id><published>2009-08-06T09:01:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T09:11:15.045-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2TRfhVzFS9E/SnrWZr_tDXI/AAAAAAAAASQ/2mLbJIw4JtM/s1600-h/DSC_0048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2TRfhVzFS9E/SnrWZr_tDXI/AAAAAAAAASQ/2mLbJIw4JtM/s320/DSC_0048.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366837642760359282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2TRfhVzFS9E/SnrWZPXI3cI/AAAAAAAAASI/0CoAIwx0sVg/s1600-h/DSC_0047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2TRfhVzFS9E/SnrWZPXI3cI/AAAAAAAAASI/0CoAIwx0sVg/s320/DSC_0047.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366837635074022850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2TRfhVzFS9E/SnrWYpI4FBI/AAAAAAAAASA/tXrw4OCA8tI/s1600-h/DSC_0052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2TRfhVzFS9E/SnrWYpI4FBI/AAAAAAAAASA/tXrw4OCA8tI/s320/DSC_0052.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366837624813655058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night we celebrated Riley's birthday.  It was #8.  That still hasn't soaked in.  That little bundle that we never thought would come at the end of that hot summer.  He is such a joy, always has been.  He loves life and is very good at it.  He likes to do things the right way and I have no doubt he will life his life that way.  He is getting tall and lanky and I swear I don't know where he puts all that food, but we can't fill him up.  I always thought he looked like his daddy but lately I've seen a lot of mommy in him.  He fills a very special place in our family.  Happy Birthday Riley.  I love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9541206-3289664725220947109?l=debbypressley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debbypressley.blogspot.com/feeds/3289664725220947109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9541206&amp;postID=3289664725220947109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9541206/posts/default/3289664725220947109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9541206/posts/default/3289664725220947109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debbypressley.blogspot.com/2009/08/last-night-we-celebrated-rileys.html' title=''/><author><name>Debby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17686828386558981365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2TRfhVzFS9E/Slelem48amI/AAAAAAAAARg/Z0isESgfiok/S220/DSC_0124.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2TRfhVzFS9E/SnrWZr_tDXI/AAAAAAAAASQ/2mLbJIw4JtM/s72-c/DSC_0048.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9541206.post-1959366199795888734</id><published>2009-07-31T19:42:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T19:52:59.339-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I can't believe it. August is here.  It's like groundhog day, I keep saying it every year about this time; "where did the summer go?".  Some people have been complaining about the weather this summer, but I have loved it.  I prefer the lower temps, I hate the high temps and humidity.  But never fear, we still have August for that.  Now we can look forward to fall and a very eventful 2010.  We could very easily gain two new grandchildren in the new year.  That hasn't sunk in yet.  My boys continue to keep me on my toes and make me smile.  NOBODY makes me smile like them.  Hugs and kisses, arms outstretched and little gifts tell me how much they love me but I could never put into words how I feel about them.  I just hope they always know.  Once again there are so many things that I am trying to let God handle in my family.  God has made it very plain to me that I need to let Him work things out - I'll only botch it up.  I need to pray more.  "Pray without ceasing", that's what we are to do.  So, as I tumble head-long into fall, I will pray as I go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9541206-1959366199795888734?l=debbypressley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debbypressley.blogspot.com/feeds/1959366199795888734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9541206&amp;postID=1959366199795888734' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9541206/posts/default/1959366199795888734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9541206/posts/default/1959366199795888734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debbypressley.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-cant-believe-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Debby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17686828386558981365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2TRfhVzFS9E/Slelem48amI/AAAAAAAAARg/Z0isESgfiok/S220/DSC_0124.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9541206.post-8782839755433985498</id><published>2009-07-22T09:23:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T09:28:47.866-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I had Austin yesterday.  We had a good day.  We took two walks, played on the swings at the park, and ate a snack in the front porch swing.  My dad made that swing.  We also sat in the yard under a huge old tree that is shaped perfectly and gives shade to at least half of my side yard.  Austin heard all about the men that planted that tree for me.  My dad and his best friend Ralph.  They dug that tree up and hauled it to my house when it was small.  I enjoy that tree so much.  I hope I leave strong things behind on this earth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9541206-8782839755433985498?l=debbypressley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debbypressley.blogspot.com/feeds/8782839755433985498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9541206&amp;postID=8782839755433985498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9541206/posts/default/8782839755433985498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9541206/posts/default/8782839755433985498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debbypressley.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-had-austin-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>Debby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17686828386558981365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2TRfhVzFS9E/Slelem48amI/AAAAAAAAARg/Z0isESgfiok/S220/DSC_0124.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9541206.post-1653929392498331934</id><published>2009-07-10T16:18:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T16:30:54.464-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2TRfhVzFS9E/Slek7ApzgrI/AAAAAAAAARY/HId5U9fHPNw/s1600-h/DSC_0270.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2TRfhVzFS9E/Slek7ApzgrI/AAAAAAAAARY/HId5U9fHPNw/s320/DSC_0270.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356931615475073714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2TRfhVzFS9E/Slek6quhWII/AAAAAAAAARQ/mwsjBZVnp_A/s1600-h/DSC_0122.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2TRfhVzFS9E/Slek6quhWII/AAAAAAAAARQ/mwsjBZVnp_A/s320/DSC_0122.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356931609589274754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2TRfhVzFS9E/Slek6GWQ-oI/AAAAAAAAARI/RdLuhmmWSk0/s1600-h/DSC_0063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2TRfhVzFS9E/Slek6GWQ-oI/AAAAAAAAARI/RdLuhmmWSk0/s320/DSC_0063.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356931599823862402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2TRfhVzFS9E/Slek53vXwfI/AAAAAAAAARA/NBlmEc9wM4A/s1600-h/DSC_0006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2TRfhVzFS9E/Slek53vXwfI/AAAAAAAAARA/NBlmEc9wM4A/s320/DSC_0006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356931595902632434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2TRfhVzFS9E/Slek5WfcbZI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/s7ycoRSvst4/s1600-h/DSC_0055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2TRfhVzFS9E/Slek5WfcbZI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/s7ycoRSvst4/s320/DSC_0055.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356931586977459602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Home from another great 2 weeks at the beach.  Wow it goes fast.  We had gorgeous weather and lots of fun.  We introduced Austin to the ocean and he loved it.  Mike had his birthday and we had our 35th anniversary.  I got some kind of sun reaction and my lips swelled up and developed sores.  I hate steroids.  They got rid of the sores but sent me to a place after I got home that I have never been  - the doors of hell!!  Really, I was so sick I called 911.  I lost almost a week and I am still trying to get back to normal but hey,  we had a GREAT vacation.  So now, summer continues and I hate to think how quickly it will vanish.  We've picked strawberries and made freezer jam and I had my first georgia peach yesterday.  I came back with too much weight due to the unbelievable fudge that can be found in Topsail but I don't regret one single bite.  Next week I head for our annual trip to one of my favorite places, Nashville Indiana, with my husband.  A little golf, a lot of shopping and some together quiet time in a place that takes you back in time.  We've had some very interesting news but that will have to come in another blog. Hmmm....... don't you wonder what that is?    Enjoy the pics.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9541206-1653929392498331934?l=debbypressley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debbypressley.blogspot.com/feeds/1653929392498331934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9541206&amp;postID=1653929392498331934' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9541206/posts/default/1653929392498331934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9541206/posts/default/1653929392498331934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debbypressley.blogspot.com/2009/07/home-from-another-great-2-weeks-at.html' title=''/><author><name>Debby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17686828386558981365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2TRfhVzFS9E/Slelem48amI/AAAAAAAAARg/Z0isESgfiok/S220/DSC_0124.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2TRfhVzFS9E/Slek7ApzgrI/AAAAAAAAARY/HId5U9fHPNw/s72-c/DSC_0270.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9541206.post-8193723620362154930</id><published>2009-06-26T13:12:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T13:18:09.115-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm having a tough day.  Yes, we're at the beach and yes all my kids and grandkids are with me.  The weather is beautiful, hot but beautiful and we still have a full week left.  But back home today, a wonderful friend was laid to rest and three beautiful women are suffering.  My heart is with them and there is nothing I can do.  Rest in peace Marvin, and I know you will be waiting for us.  Not being there has been really hard but I don't think it was to be.  We tried but in our striving I think we realized we were to be here.  Here, with my precious family, so grateful for the time together and the memories we are making.  Today I am thanking God for the blessing of family, I don't ever want to take it for granted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9541206-8193723620362154930?l=debbypressley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debbypressley.blogspot.com/feeds/8193723620362154930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9541206&amp;postID=8193723620362154930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9541206/posts/default/8193723620362154930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9541206/posts/default/8193723620362154930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debbypressley.blogspot.com/2009/06/im-having-tough-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Debby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17686828386558981365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2TRfhVzFS9E/Slelem48amI/AAAAAAAAARg/Z0isESgfiok/S220/DSC_0124.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9541206.post-5118939986745548531</id><published>2009-06-14T12:05:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T12:15:13.657-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Our family celebrated this week-end.  We celebrated out loud and we celebrated quietly.  Out loud we had a great time celebrating the fact that we have an adorable 3 yr. old that keeps us laughing and shaking our heads at what he does and says.  He is so funny.  Such a little pickle.  He is large and in charge and he won't let you forget it.  I made homemade chicken nuggets because that's what Pickle ordered.  We had a good time.  But quietly, in our own private way we were also celebrating a one year celebration.  My dad went to be with Jesus one year ago and we all were remembering.  It wasn't spoken but we remember.  How could we ever forget this man that loved us all so much.  Nobody enjoyed celebrating more than my dad and I think he was right there with us, having a good old time.  I can't wait to see him again.  Love you Dad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9541206-5118939986745548531?l=debbypressley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debbypressley.blogspot.com/feeds/5118939986745548531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9541206&amp;postID=5118939986745548531' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9541206/posts/default/5118939986745548531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9541206/posts/default/5118939986745548531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debbypressley.blogspot.com/2009/06/our-family-celebrated-this-week-end.html' title=''/><author><name>Debby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17686828386558981365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2TRfhVzFS9E/Slelem48amI/AAAAAAAAARg/Z0isESgfiok/S220/DSC_0124.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
