tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5085137289987554192024-03-14T02:13:52.783-05:00Babione 6Bridgethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10219060884187777974noreply@blogger.comBlogger443125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-508513728998755419.post-86483711115991089492011-04-17T15:57:00.002-05:002011-04-17T15:59:55.852-05:00I've MovedI have finally made the move to the dark side. After over three years on Blogger I am now blogging at wordpress. Please join me over there. If you don't, I will be very lonely and will probably cry. <a href="http://www.bridgetbabione.wordpress.com/">www.bridgetbabione.wordpress.com</a> I can't wait to share my new place with you all!!! <em><span style="color:#993399;">Bridget</span></em>Bridgethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10219060884187777974noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-508513728998755419.post-68037497092915807912011-04-17T09:48:00.005-05:002011-04-17T10:39:34.395-05:00Divine Life(*<em> I am completely over blogspot right now. I did not write this post as one long paragraph. But when I publish it, blogspot changes it and I don't know how to fix it. UGH.)</em> I used to think that the Eternal Life that I was given through Christ Jesus meant that after my physical body died my spirit would live forever with Him in Heaven. That His sacrifice gave me the ability to live MY LIFE forever. I have since come to understand something quite different and much more beautiful. You see, I was reading Scripture with myself as the focus. Every story I read I tried to fit myself into. Every letter of Paul's I tried to figure out how it pertained to MY LIFE. Here's the rub: Scripture isn't about me. It isn't about you. Scripture is solely about one person. Our magnificent Lord Jesus. From the first page to the last, it is all about Jesus. God is enraptured with one Person, His Son. Jesus Christ is the thing that is always on God's mind. And Since Scripture is God-breathed, the only thing that God talks about is His Son. <em>"All Scripture testifies of me." -Jesus</em> <em></em>Every story in Scripture is a picture of Jesus. I used to read about people in Scripture and try to see how my life fit with theirs or hoped that the Lord would use me in as grand a way as He used them. I was so focused on me. On MY LIFE. Now I realize that all those people in Scripture are pictures of Jesus. There are aspects of our Lord in those people and those stories. They aren't to be read to figure out MY LIFE. They are to be read to know our Lord more. God wasn't thinking about me when He inspired Scripture to be written. He was thinking about His Precious Son. And He wrote Jesus onto every page. Now when I read the Bible, my focus isn't on how this pertains to me or how I need to change MY LIFE to fit. And since I have started reading the Bible to find Jesus in it, the Scriptures have opened up amazingly. The depth, the clarity, the beauty; it's all Christ. After understanding this, a new revelation dawned. <em>For you were buried with Christ when you were baptized. And with him you were <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">raised</span> to a NEW LIFE because you trusted the mighty power of God, who raised Christ from the dead. Col. 2:12</em> <em></em><em>Since you have been raised to <strong>NEW LIFE with Christ</strong>, set your sights on the realities of heaven, where Christ sits at God's right hand in the place of honor and power. Let heaven fill your thoughts. Do not think only about things down here on earth. For you died when Christ died, and your <strong>REAL LIFE is hidden with Christ</strong> in God. And when <strong>Christ, WHO IS YOUR REAL LIFE,</strong> is revealed to the whole world, you will share in all his glory. Col. 3:1-4</em> <em></em>When I believed on Christ and confessed Him as my Lord and was baptized something amazing happened. I WAS BURIED WITH CHRIST. Bridget was buried. We don't bury things that still have life in them. We bury things that are dead.<strong> I</strong> was dead. Dead in my sin. And<strong> I</strong> was buried. But God in His infinite mercy and grace gave me NEW LIFE. He gave me HIS SON. I now have <strong>Christ living in me</strong>. Christ is my life. He is the ONLY real life. Because He is living in me I am now alive in Him. And here's the rub, It's not MY LIFE anymore. I am now living by another life. Christ's life. He is living HIS LIFE in and through me. It's not about me. It's always about HIM. And it's not MY LIFE anymore. It's His. His beautiful, glorious, powerful, peaceful, joyful, restful LIFE. The only REAL LIFE. DIVINE LIFE. <em>"Christ in you, the hope of glory." -Paul</em>Bridgethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10219060884187777974noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-508513728998755419.post-2608532355208200412011-04-15T06:00:00.000-05:002011-04-15T06:00:07.102-05:00Paint UpdateSorry it's taken so long to show you my painting progress. I've been painting small sections at a time so it's taken a while for one room to be complete. The kitchen is finished as well but it isn't clean so I don't have any pictures of it yet. Soon. The office before: The 'office' is actually just a wall in our dining room. This works great though because we do school at the dining table so if I'm on the computer then I'm very close at hand for the kids.<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-a4BB3sbsV_Q/Tad1e3L4BtI/AAAAAAAAA5w/Tkpb4RpZRQE/s1600/dining%2Band%2Boffice%2B007.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595570235101415122" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-a4BB3sbsV_Q/Tad1e3L4BtI/AAAAAAAAA5w/Tkpb4RpZRQE/s400/dining%2Band%2Boffice%2B007.jpg" /></a> The after: basically paint and organization. <br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dnqZ5MBLjHY/Tad1erwfSsI/AAAAAAAAA5o/haYATeS3xWw/s1600/dining%2Band%2Boffice%2B032.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595570232033757890" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dnqZ5MBLjHY/Tad1erwfSsI/AAAAAAAAA5o/haYATeS3xWw/s400/dining%2Band%2Boffice%2B032.jpg" /></a> The dining room before: you know how on those infomercials where they show the before of someone without any makeup on and no smile so that the after is even more dramatic. Welcome to my makeupless and smileless dining room. <br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cuanwRjZcDA/Tad1eSz2ZPI/AAAAAAAAA5g/zp1MrmMH3sU/s1600/dining%2Band%2Boffice%2B004.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595570225336968434" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cuanwRjZcDA/Tad1eSz2ZPI/AAAAAAAAA5g/zp1MrmMH3sU/s400/dining%2Band%2Boffice%2B004.jpg" /></a> The after: I painted stripes on one wall. I love them. They add a little somethun - somethun, you know? I also changed out the curtains with some I had in a box. Fabric is a weakness of mine so I have lots stored just waiting to be used. <br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Rrs-SGk7Zdo/Tad1d_DWywI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/jqmFpti4zl0/s1600/dining%2Band%2Boffice%2B016.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595570220033297154" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Rrs-SGk7Zdo/Tad1d_DWywI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/jqmFpti4zl0/s400/dining%2Band%2Boffice%2B016.jpg" /></a> Don't forget-you can click on the pictures to see them bigger. </div><br /><div></div><br /><div><em><span style="color:#993399;">Bridge</span></em></div></div></div>Bridgethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10219060884187777974noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-508513728998755419.post-54904353492449194292011-04-14T07:16:00.004-05:002011-04-14T07:36:37.017-05:00Lazy Day Lasagna<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HoB10-UUQcs/TabnGMn1ohI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/N3hefE9MlUA/s1600/lasagna%2B043.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595413680707969554" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HoB10-UUQcs/TabnGMn1ohI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/N3hefE9MlUA/s400/lasagna%2B043.jpg" /></a> <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">Bobo</span> helped me cook dinner last night. We made lasagna. Lazy Day Lasagna. The reason it is called Lazy Day Lasagna is because this is a lasagna recipe where you don't cook the noodles before you assemble the lasagna. My kind of cooking. First you brown the hamburger meat. We used about a pound and a half. <a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UyO_KGFdTFk/TabnF15VqvI/AAAAAAAAA5I/IibDqmYdDzw/s1600/lasagna%2B046.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595413674607356658" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UyO_KGFdTFk/TabnF15VqvI/AAAAAAAAA5I/IibDqmYdDzw/s400/lasagna%2B046.jpg" /></a> While the hamburger meat is browning, add one carton (15 oz) of ricotta cheese to a mixing bowl. <br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zNs9o3n0_io/TabnFrzjmlI/AAAAAAAAA5A/V-bU7zxdN9I/s1600/lasagna%2B047.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595413671898749522" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zNs9o3n0_io/TabnFrzjmlI/AAAAAAAAA5A/V-bU7zxdN9I/s400/lasagna%2B047.jpg" /></a> Then two tablespoons of Parmesan cheese.</div><br /><div><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ByC_9tv186I/Tabm2rZ-PyI/AAAAAAAAA44/-_lV62ggmTw/s1600/lasagna%2B049.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595413414093405986" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ByC_9tv186I/Tabm2rZ-PyI/AAAAAAAAA44/-_lV62ggmTw/s400/lasagna%2B049.jpg" /></a> One teaspoon of Italian seasoning.</div><br /><div><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TVgxO2nwRo8/Tabm2SCmXiI/AAAAAAAAA4w/ItyYrvP3xV0/s1600/lasagna%2B051.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595413407284485666" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TVgxO2nwRo8/Tabm2SCmXiI/AAAAAAAAA4w/ItyYrvP3xV0/s400/lasagna%2B051.jpg" /></a> And combine.</div><br /><div><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W7ZXxi1cymA/Tabm2eEl8xI/AAAAAAAAA4o/1D21uud5l8Y/s1600/lasagna%2B053.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595413410514072338" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W7ZXxi1cymA/Tabm2eEl8xI/AAAAAAAAA4o/1D21uud5l8Y/s400/lasagna%2B053.jpg" /></a> Once the meat was browned we added one and a half jars of spaghetti sauce. (about 40 oz)</div><br /><div><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2H5Fnkqrcus/Tabm15yITlI/AAAAAAAAA4g/PRED71ivqDo/s1600/lasagna%2B055.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595413400772955730" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2H5Fnkqrcus/Tabm15yITlI/AAAAAAAAA4g/PRED71ivqDo/s400/lasagna%2B055.jpg" /></a> Now assembly time. First start by putting about 1.5 cups of sauce/meat on bottom of casserole dish.</div><br /><div><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fPKC4qYt5ok/Tabm1teDXBI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/5ixlRVhUEPE/s1600/lasagna%2B060.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595413397467520018" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fPKC4qYt5ok/Tabm1teDXBI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/5ixlRVhUEPE/s400/lasagna%2B060.jpg" /></a> Then layer on your uncooked noodles.</div><br /><div><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DxQWP05c8lE/TabmcIjibhI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/zpNYlhdHsvY/s1600/lasagna%2B061.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595412958061686290" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DxQWP05c8lE/TabmcIjibhI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/zpNYlhdHsvY/s400/lasagna%2B061.jpg" /></a> Then add half of the ricotta cheese mixture, spreading to cover the noodles.</div><br /><div><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--FSCCvWncfg/TabmbwrNjjI/AAAAAAAAA4I/7EsVJd4EIqE/s1600/lasagna%2B063.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595412951651421746" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--FSCCvWncfg/TabmbwrNjjI/AAAAAAAAA4I/7EsVJd4EIqE/s400/lasagna%2B063.jpg" /></a> Sprinkle 1 cup of <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">mozzarella</span> cheese on.</div><br /><div><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VDXFs3jUEbI/Tabmbk_92YI/AAAAAAAAA4A/6Yb-JoYNh9U/s1600/lasagna%2B065.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595412948517247362" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VDXFs3jUEbI/Tabmbk_92YI/AAAAAAAAA4A/6Yb-JoYNh9U/s400/lasagna%2B065.jpg" /></a> Then start the process over. 1.5 cups of sauce/meat.</div><br /><div><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9Vsa_pdrj8Y/TabmbDWXq-I/AAAAAAAAA34/BIxVFyHM7R0/s1600/lasagna%2B066.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595412939484408802" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9Vsa_pdrj8Y/TabmbDWXq-I/AAAAAAAAA34/BIxVFyHM7R0/s400/lasagna%2B066.jpg" /></a> Noodles.</div><br /><div><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9PfH2C9fwag/Tabma3aDS-I/AAAAAAAAA3w/DEH2ivCyTYU/s1600/lasagna%2B067.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595412936278625250" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9PfH2C9fwag/Tabma3aDS-I/AAAAAAAAA3w/DEH2ivCyTYU/s400/lasagna%2B067.jpg" /></a> Ricotta and <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">mozzarella</span>.</div><br /><div><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OqgaHsGF274/TabmFC_wR1I/AAAAAAAAA3o/xeTf_ZQ0yH0/s1600/lasagna%2B068.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595412561432430418" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OqgaHsGF274/TabmFC_wR1I/AAAAAAAAA3o/xeTf_ZQ0yH0/s400/lasagna%2B068.jpg" /></a> Finally, pour the rest of the sauce/meat mixture on making sure to cover the noodles and sprinkle with even more <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">mozzarella</span>.</div><br /><div><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VxjVKcqFOqs/TabmEl-lbwI/AAAAAAAAA3g/Kf19K1rw1Ng/s1600/lasagna%2B070.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595412553642897154" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VxjVKcqFOqs/TabmEl-lbwI/AAAAAAAAA3g/Kf19K1rw1Ng/s400/lasagna%2B070.jpg" /></a> Bake at 350 for 40 minutes. <br /><div></div><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-U7DKL_Or0NI/TabmEfbICUI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/VG4IrOS0eqQ/s1600/lasagna%2B072.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595412551883557186" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-U7DKL_Or0NI/TabmEfbICUI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/VG4IrOS0eqQ/s400/lasagna%2B072.jpg" /></a> Let cool for about 15 minutes</div><br /><div><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZQL0R0R39I4/TabmEKbuHDI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/SAtAeZgcevY/s1600/lasagna%2B075.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595412546248907826" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZQL0R0R39I4/TabmEKbuHDI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/SAtAeZgcevY/s400/lasagna%2B075.jpg" /></a> And serve with some garlic bread.</div><br /><div><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uDLVqZJuEjI/TabmEG6ZDnI/AAAAAAAAA3I/Sx1eVwQG_Wk/s1600/lasagna%2B077.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595412545303809650" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uDLVqZJuEjI/TabmEG6ZDnI/AAAAAAAAA3I/Sx1eVwQG_Wk/s400/lasagna%2B077.jpg" /></a> Yummy!</div><br /><div></div><br /><div><em><span style="color:#993399;">Bridge</span></em></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Bridgethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10219060884187777974noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-508513728998755419.post-90217905396489404232011-04-08T13:16:00.002-05:002011-04-08T13:26:59.022-05:00Daddy Daughter Date Night<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ro6dnoyA7JI/TZ9RV3AREMI/AAAAAAAAA3A/BIGyrCT75_E/s1600/351.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593278698201616578" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ro6dnoyA7JI/TZ9RV3AREMI/AAAAAAAAA3A/BIGyrCT75_E/s400/351.JPG" /></a> Chick Fillet had the brilliant idea of hosting a Daddy Daughter Date Night. When R.C. saw the advertisement he signed right up. <br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JSOisWlfV7E/TZ9RVid0-fI/AAAAAAAAA24/DpdbHE1Jzvc/s1600/376.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593278692688460274" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JSOisWlfV7E/TZ9RVid0-fI/AAAAAAAAA24/DpdbHE1Jzvc/s400/376.JPG" /></a> Princess had a blast. As did R.C.. Chick Fillet actually hired a limousine to bring the guests to Chick Fillet. When you signed up you were given a time for your date. If you wanted the free limo ride you had to be in the Best Buy parking lot 15 minutes before your time. (The Best Buy parking lot was across the street from Chick Fillet. The limo driver took a longer than necessary route to Chick Fillet, but it was still a short ride. We thought it was a really fun idea and nice touch to the evening.)</div><br /><div><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6SFBK3BLzvw/TZ9RVYK8L_I/AAAAAAAAA2w/dPSA7Dwv5yI/s1600/385.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593278689924886514" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6SFBK3BLzvw/TZ9RVYK8L_I/AAAAAAAAA2w/dPSA7Dwv5yI/s400/385.JPG" /></a> These pictures were taken by the photographer at the restaurant. I think they are priceless. This is definitely the first of many.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div><em><span style="color:#993399;">Bridge</span></em></div></div>Bridgethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10219060884187777974noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-508513728998755419.post-41554898584634518482011-04-05T14:46:00.004-05:002011-04-05T15:00:05.406-05:00Blogging in Real TimeIt's Tuesday afternoon. We actually accomplished school today for the first time in two weeks. (Yesterday we graded everything and got caught up) Also, Yesterday morning Popeye came to me and asked what he could do to help me. Not really having anything that I could think of that I wouldn't have to help him do I just threw out there, "You can make my bed." I wasn't sure if he would reply that he didn't know how, but instead he smiled and headed up stairs. What a blessing. <a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cZKzZ85lj_8/TZtyA4LO62I/AAAAAAAAA2o/Y1CTQywUVMA/s1600/new%2Bhouse%2B2011%2B091.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592188721715669858" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cZKzZ85lj_8/TZtyA4LO62I/AAAAAAAAA2o/Y1CTQywUVMA/s400/new%2Bhouse%2B2011%2B091.jpg" /></a> And it never even crossed my mind to remake it. It was beautiful to me. (anyway, if I'm <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">ok</span> living with it unmade why wouldn't I be fine with it like this?) So, after we finished most of our school today (yes, we still need to grade math and read science) we headed to Michael's for some fun. I needed to get out and so did the kids. I gave them each a budget of $2. <br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9Uy-rXQhYso/TZtyAAlsF-I/AAAAAAAAA2g/waEO9cvdGDU/s1600/new%2Bhouse%2B2011%2B094.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592188706794248162" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9Uy-rXQhYso/TZtyAAlsF-I/AAAAAAAAA2g/waEO9cvdGDU/s400/new%2Bhouse%2B2011%2B094.jpg" /></a> Popeye found a snake that came with paint. His favorite color, too. <br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jJoN8l_1spk/TZtx_4LBMzI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/x8wqq5yYuWI/s1600/new%2Bhouse%2B2011%2B095.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592188704534901554" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jJoN8l_1spk/TZtx_4LBMzI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/x8wqq5yYuWI/s400/new%2Bhouse%2B2011%2B095.jpg" /></a> Princess found a horse that came with markers in pink, purple, and yellow. Every girl's dream. <br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jjW43r5L3nc/TZtx__HLicI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/o2U_M9PKk9I/s1600/new%2Bhouse%2B2011%2B096.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592188706397850050" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jjW43r5L3nc/TZtx__HLicI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/o2U_M9PKk9I/s400/new%2Bhouse%2B2011%2B096.jpg" /></a> Bear also got the snake. I'm gonna make him write a story about it. <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">Bobo</span> opted to wait till he could add his own money to the $2 and buy something a bit more pricey.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>After Michael's we hit up <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">Walmart</span>. I'll give you two guesses as to what I bought and the first one doesn't count.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mzX9-RsZtuY/TZtx_h7DteI/AAAAAAAAA2I/JLNO92pzJHA/s1600/new%2Bhouse%2B2011%2B097.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592188698562377186" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mzX9-RsZtuY/TZtx_h7DteI/AAAAAAAAA2I/JLNO92pzJHA/s400/new%2Bhouse%2B2011%2B097.jpg" /></a> Yup.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>I've lived with the white walls for a week and a half and I just can't do it anymore. (it doesn't help that they are dirty and scuffed up pretty bad.)</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>I plan on starting tomorrow evening.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>=)</div><br /><div></div><br /><div><em><span style="color:#993399;">Bridge</span></em></div></div></div>Bridgethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10219060884187777974noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-508513728998755419.post-21887845556352751552011-03-30T14:10:00.005-05:002011-03-30T14:21:51.275-05:00I had forgotten what this feels like......being sick, that is. Yup, round numero cinco. We are moved and I had hoped to have some pics of the new digs up by now. However, my body had other plans. Princess is still down as well. Yesterday was probably her worst day, but she is better today and as long as she keeps improving we won't be taking her to the doctor. But as soon as she seems worse we are there. Suffice it to say, I don't have much energy for blog writing. Thanks for being patient with me. I promise, I will invite you all to the new place soon. Love, <em><span style="color:#993399;">Bridge</span></em> <em><span style="color:#993399;"></span></em><em><span style="color:#993399;">*I don't know why blogger is putting my post in this way. This is not the way I wrote it (all in one paragraph) you guys know I don't write like that, even when I'm partially out of it due to sickness. Whatever.</span></em>Bridgethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10219060884187777974noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-508513728998755419.post-54912382326700368032011-03-24T07:40:00.002-05:002011-03-24T07:54:43.179-05:00Going Four RoundsPopeye started his fever on Sunday.<br /><br /><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">Bobo</span> started his fever on Monday.<br /><br />Bear started his fever on Tuesday.<br /><br />Princess started her fever this morning.<br /><br />It seems to hang around for three days and then is gone. All have congested coughs, runny noses, and aches. And like most coughs, they seem to linger longer.<br /><br />But, in better news: R.C.'s parents fly in today! <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">WAHOO</span>!!<br /><br />Things are about to get crazy. We move on Saturday and Toby and Brenda move on Sunday. And while I should be busy packing things and organizing things I can't seem to get anything done. Does anyone else do that? Like the day before you are going to be really busy do you just sort of shut down? My mind just turned off yesterday. I literally accomplished nothing but meals and a shower.<br /><br />Today, however, is go, go, go.<br /><br />We are taking a friend to her doctors appointment, picking up Ronny and Susan from the airport, taking R.C. some lunch, picking up some pictures from <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">Walgreens</span> (have to have a pic of the cat and dog for the landlords), and picking up Brenda's kids from school. <br /><br />I am putting the travel <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">tv</span> in the car. We are going to spend most of the day there. And, sick kids can sleep or chill in a car just as easy as they can sleep or chill at home.<br /><br />I hope to keep posting during the move, but I'm not sure when our <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error">internet</span> is getting turned on. So this might be <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">adieu</span> for a bit.<br /><br />See you on the other side. =)<br /><br /><em><span style="color:#663366;">Bridge</span></em>Bridgethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10219060884187777974noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-508513728998755419.post-66488584873738737672011-03-22T07:31:00.002-05:002011-03-22T08:38:55.503-05:00The Love of Our Life<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7rXayzTB2XA/TYiZZxiST0I/AAAAAAAAA2A/fvkd4C6DXeI/s1600/RC%2Band%2BBridget.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586884005826023234" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7rXayzTB2XA/TYiZZxiST0I/AAAAAAAAA2A/fvkd4C6DXeI/s400/RC%2Band%2BBridget.jpg" /></a> R.C. and I celebrate our 13th wedding anniversary today.<br /><br />Our marriage began with the odds stacked against us. I'm sure few thought we would ever make it 13 years.<br /><br />Our marriage is a miracle. Neither R.C. nor I claim to have anything to do with making this work.<br /><br />But one thing I know: We have found the Love of our life.<br /><br />And it is not each other.<br /><br />I am not the Love of R.C.'s life.<br /><br />He is not the Love of mine.<br /><br />Our soul mate is another, and His name is Jesus.<br /><br />We are madly in love with our Lord. And He is madly in love with us.<br /><br />And it is His Love that makes us madly in love with each other. Christ in R.C. is completely captivating to me. I am passionately attracted to Him. <br /><br />And the more I know Him, the more I love him.<br /><br />And today I am even more smitten then I was the day we said 'I do'.<br /><br /><a href="http://rcbabione.wordpress.com/2011/03/22/a-hundred-times-as-much/#comment-188">Christ is All.</a> <br /><br /><em><span style="color:#993399;">Bridge</span></em>Bridgethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10219060884187777974noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-508513728998755419.post-27118169102432523172011-03-21T10:05:00.003-05:002011-03-21T10:14:00.348-05:00Doctor, Doctor, Give Me the NewsWe move into our new place on Saturday. Life is very busy with all the things that go with moving.<br /><br />It is also very busy with sick kids.<br /><br />Yup.<br /><br />Brenda's son was sick all weekend. Fever. Sore throat. Aches.<br /><br />Popeye started his fever last night.<br /><br /><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">Bobo</span> started his this morning.<br /><br />And Bear, while not running a fever, "doesn't feel well. I am coughing and stuff."<br /><br />So, this morning, the boys are laying in bed watching movies, while Princess and I take care of moving stuff.<br /><br />At least I can pack boxes instead of doing school.<br /><br />Oh, and R.C.'s parents are flying in on Thursday to help!<br /><br />Thank You, Lord!<br /><br />BridgeBridgethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10219060884187777974noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-508513728998755419.post-5627289097698185632011-03-18T12:00:00.001-05:002011-03-18T12:00:00.126-05:00Turner FieldWhen we made the trek from Oklahoma to Florida we decided to break it up a bit. And since the Atlanta Braves were having a series at home we figured that was a great place to stop and stay awhile.<br /><br />Well...two days awhile.<br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QFHbUoMOmAA/TYDzQFUGUII/AAAAAAAAA14/PHCj2sAszp4/s1600/DSC_0401.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584730995569348738" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QFHbUoMOmAA/TYDzQFUGUII/AAAAAAAAA14/PHCj2sAszp4/s400/DSC_0401.JPG" /></a>We bought R.C., <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">Bobo</span>, and Princess Braves t-shirts. Bear and Popeye were <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">disappointed</span>, but they already had baseball t-shirts in the right colors so we made do. And I, of course, wore whatever I wanted. (Don't worry, it was navy. I still represented.)<br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DRESSolLv4I/TYDzPyWxoHI/AAAAAAAAA1w/o3UYBwkFZvg/s1600/DSC_0404.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584730990480302194" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DRESSolLv4I/TYDzPyWxoHI/AAAAAAAAA1w/o3UYBwkFZvg/s400/DSC_0404.JPG" /></a> We got to the game plenty early. The stadium is beautiful and the atmosphere was exciting. R.C. has been a Braves fan for a very long time. He has been to a handful of Braves games, but never one at Turner Field. This was a big day.<br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q2PXDC9Wan8/TYDzPdAySOI/AAAAAAAAA1o/mkDF5AqqppM/s1600/DSC_0405.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584730984750926050" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q2PXDC9Wan8/TYDzPdAySOI/AAAAAAAAA1o/mkDF5AqqppM/s400/DSC_0405.JPG" /></a> And let me give you a little more perspective on our love for the Braves. We took this picture of Dale Murphy's number because our precious little nephew is named after him. And not just that, but his first name is also after another old <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">Braves</span> player. David Justus and Dale Murphy: meet Justus Dale. =)</div><br /><div>I'm completely serious, people. Ask his mother.<br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-83O5v2mI1oY/TYDoAZuVHlI/AAAAAAAAA1g/Sns1K8nylTM/s1600/DSC_0406.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584718631542267474" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-83O5v2mI1oY/TYDoAZuVHlI/AAAAAAAAA1g/Sns1K8nylTM/s400/DSC_0406.JPG" /></a> The weather was gorgeous and we had great seats. This was the last home series of the season and because the manager, Bobby Cox, was retiring they were running a special. We couldn't pass it up.<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gBWVHnN8JIU/TYDoAEj7dUI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/iBfk-37ojlQ/s1600/DSC_0411.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584718625861498178" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gBWVHnN8JIU/TYDoAEj7dUI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/iBfk-37ojlQ/s400/DSC_0411.JPG" /></a>Our seats were so good that they actually had "waiters" for our section. They handed us menus and then would take our orders. The food was delivered to us at our seats. The waiters were available till the 8<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">th</span> inning. It was awesome!<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CT4KgAno9Fo/TYDn_1z9iXI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/6XMOedXMj88/s1600/DSC_0413.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584718621902211442" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CT4KgAno9Fo/TYDn_1z9iXI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/6XMOedXMj88/s400/DSC_0413.JPG" /></a> Here is Bobby receiving some special gift. It will be different next year not seeing him in the dugout.<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KeCcvDieGLk/TYDn_q9nZtI/AAAAAAAAA1I/Wy_5FdTudSg/s1600/DSC_0442.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584718618989913810" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KeCcvDieGLk/TYDn_q9nZtI/AAAAAAAAA1I/Wy_5FdTudSg/s400/DSC_0442.JPG" /></a> Have I told you how awesome my camera is? =)(check out the ball in the upper right corner)<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FHud4eb81i0/TYDn_VGXubI/AAAAAAAAA1A/5hWZBK3aw0I/s1600/DSC_0445.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584718613121055154" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FHud4eb81i0/TYDn_VGXubI/AAAAAAAAA1A/5hWZBK3aw0I/s400/DSC_0445.JPG" /></a> Here's another just to make sure you understand.<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-k1aVJB_QOCg/TYDljo-PRRI/AAAAAAAAA04/ww4EFTTCWGg/s1600/DSC_0452.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584715938396062994" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-k1aVJB_QOCg/TYDljo-PRRI/AAAAAAAAA04/ww4EFTTCWGg/s400/DSC_0452.JPG" /></a>The stadium wasn't too full, but it was a weekday, afternoon game. That's to be expected. And we actually enjoyed it not being crazy packed.<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B96Yfme-xgg/TYDljS-BD4I/AAAAAAAAA0w/5kFB7AMwWzg/s1600/DSC_0479.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584715932489551746" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B96Yfme-xgg/TYDljS-BD4I/AAAAAAAAA0w/5kFB7AMwWzg/s400/DSC_0479.JPG" /></a> The kids really enjoyed the game. I took this picture to get the WELCOME TO TURNER FIELD. HOME OF THE ATLANTA BRAVES.<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AspXvmqXPi8/TYDli2zncpI/AAAAAAAAA0o/jL6-nbRsVQU/s1600/DSC_0480.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584715924929737362" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AspXvmqXPi8/TYDli2zncpI/AAAAAAAAA0o/jL6-nbRsVQU/s400/DSC_0480.JPG" /></a> See, people. I wore navy.<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vVP7QrYtguU/TYDliktz1XI/AAAAAAAAA0g/KCnqDpg4l_8/s1600/DSC_0498.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584715920073545074" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vVP7QrYtguU/TYDliktz1XI/AAAAAAAAA0g/KCnqDpg4l_8/s400/DSC_0498.JPG" /></a> I have been to three Atlanta Braves baseball games before this one. One in Dallas and two in Houston. It really is different when it is a home game.<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1c5Fw3mQIro/TYDliiKDzeI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/gAtpwXUt11w/s1600/DSC_0508.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584715919386725858" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1c5Fw3mQIro/TYDliiKDzeI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/gAtpwXUt11w/s400/DSC_0508.JPG" /></a><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-R1Ja6jeHPrM/TYDjw2x8PHI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/Y3GkOCdXfT8/s1600/DSC_0509.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584713966417624178" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-R1Ja6jeHPrM/TYDjw2x8PHI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/Y3GkOCdXfT8/s400/DSC_0509.JPG" /></a> Once again, a shout out to my camera.</div><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YfYehHquB48/TYDjvixyLxI/AAAAAAAAAzw/xgD1pT5CuQI/s1600/DSC_0590.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584713943868387090" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YfYehHquB48/TYDjvixyLxI/AAAAAAAAAzw/xgD1pT5CuQI/s400/DSC_0590.JPG" /></a> Popeye looks precious in this picture, but you have to notice Bear, too. <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error">Hehe</span>.<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rl2E2nP7UUg/TYDiO2NfM-I/AAAAAAAAAzo/RhNEiyTLmKc/s1600/DSC_0605.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584712282637546466" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rl2E2nP7UUg/TYDiO2NfM-I/AAAAAAAAAzo/RhNEiyTLmKc/s400/DSC_0605.JPG" /></a>This is the closer, Wagner. They make such a big deal over the closers when they come out of the bull pen. It really is something. I thought it was cool that I could get a picture of him in motion and his name on fire. Oh, and I have no idea what his first name is and I only remembered his last name <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error">bc</span> it is in the picture. A girl can only go so far in supporting her husband"s team. Especially now that they aren't on TBS everyday. </div><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-K9SHDiJ23aU/TYDiOgYIHCI/AAAAAAAAAzg/lU4G012zOMs/s1600/DSC_0612.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584712276776590370" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-K9SHDiJ23aU/TYDiOgYIHCI/AAAAAAAAAzg/lU4G012zOMs/s400/DSC_0612.JPG" /></a> According to this part of the fence the <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error">Brave's</span> organization is "the longest continuously operating franchise in Major League Baseball". That's pretty cool.<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4pqNbwIY3kw/TYDiOd5U2XI/AAAAAAAAAzY/NRZZckFMLWc/s1600/DSC_0636.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584712276110530930" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4pqNbwIY3kw/TYDiOd5U2XI/AAAAAAAAAzY/NRZZckFMLWc/s400/DSC_0636.JPG" /></a> And we capped the day off with a win!<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mi0FPisliSs/TYDiORhuFTI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/ZQC6Vcc9TC8/s1600/DSC_0659.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584712272790295858" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mi0FPisliSs/TYDiORhuFTI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/ZQC6Vcc9TC8/s400/DSC_0659.JPG" /></a> I know that most of you who read my blog get on here to see the kiddos. So, here you go.<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1qFURm9oMHQ/TYDiN31wl4I/AAAAAAAAAzI/oDqk2d1JZXQ/s1600/DSC_0667.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584712265895024514" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1qFURm9oMHQ/TYDiN31wl4I/AAAAAAAAAzI/oDqk2d1JZXQ/s400/DSC_0667.JPG" /></a> We got into Atlanta the night before. We slept late that morning, had lunch at Chic-<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error">fil</span>-a, (thank goodness for restaurants with playgrounds) and then spent the rest of the day at Turner Field.<br /></div><div>It was a great experience and I'm so glad we took the time to do it.</div><br /><div></div><div><em><span style="color:#993399;">Bridge </span></em></div></div>Bridgethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10219060884187777974noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-508513728998755419.post-39434574234825747032011-03-18T06:00:00.001-05:002011-03-18T06:00:01.773-05:00Too Cool (or Hot)<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qi6C5DF8FsM/TYDZXZRdNLI/AAAAAAAAAzA/s7eYiCccjRg/s1600/DSC_0222.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584702533883737266" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qi6C5DF8FsM/TYDZXZRdNLI/AAAAAAAAAzA/s7eYiCccjRg/s400/DSC_0222.JPG" /></a> I took this picture right before we moved to Florida. We were driving from our house to my parent's house an hour and a half away. We were on the interstate going 70 miiles per hour. I rolled down my window, zoomed in as close as I could, and snapped away as R.C. sped past.<br /><br />Pretty cool, no?<br /><br />Anyone else have an <a href="http://babione6.blogspot.com/2009/12/fabulousness-and-struggles.html">awesome</a> <a href="http://babione6.blogspot.com/2009/12/some-practice-pics.html">camera</a> out there?<br /><br /><em><span style="color:#993399;">Bridge</span></em>Bridgethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10219060884187777974noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-508513728998755419.post-51297649343669483772011-03-17T11:01:00.005-05:002011-03-17T13:35:32.790-05:00Lungs Getting StrongerMy friend Drayton is teaching me how to run longer and getting my lungs stronger. It is really fun. Sometimes when I don't want to run to my limit away from my house to the other we would catch the baseball. Every time I miss the ball I chase it. That gets my lungs stronger. Soon my lungs will get as strong as his. Then I will be able to run alot longer and better. It is really fun to play with my friend. He is even teaching me to trust my body more. He teaches me to jump longer and jump off higher places. Not to high though. That is all I have to say. Bye.<br /><br /><br />BearBridgethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10219060884187777974noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-508513728998755419.post-86125675145250758512011-03-17T06:00:00.002-05:002011-03-17T13:39:14.589-05:00Heart BreakOur cat has taken a "lover".<br /><br />Kidding. As far as we know they are just "friends".<br /><br />Toby and Brenda have a cat. His name is Mike and he is "part dog".<br /><br />Kidding again. As far as we know he is "all cat".<br /><br /><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">Anywho</span>...Milli and Mike have taken a liking to each other since we "moved in".<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jurQpIbcuOc/TYDW2calY3I/AAAAAAAAAy4/G-8oZWCkM_k/s1600/DSC_0117.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584699768768390002" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jurQpIbcuOc/TYDW2calY3I/AAAAAAAAAy4/G-8oZWCkM_k/s400/DSC_0117.JPG" /></a> It took some time and some <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">persistence</span> on Mike's part, but he finally won Milli "over".<br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4n9cLFukeEs/TYDW2PN7RFI/AAAAAAAAAyw/O6HbO_R7nfc/s1600/DSC_0825.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584699765225636946" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4n9cLFukeEs/TYDW2PN7RFI/AAAAAAAAAyw/O6HbO_R7nfc/s400/DSC_0825.JPG" /></a> And just the other day we caught them "holding paws". </div><div></div><div>Yup. "Holding paws".<br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MA-MiectRTc/TYDW1-ysqpI/AAAAAAAAAyo/TMDKndVVih8/s1600/Christ%2Bexchange%2B02-11%2B095.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584699760816466578" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MA-MiectRTc/TYDW1-ysqpI/AAAAAAAAAyo/TMDKndVVih8/s400/Christ%2Bexchange%2B02-11%2B095.jpg" /></a> You can click on the photo to make it "bigger". </div><div></div><div>We don't know what they're gonna do when we "move out". I'm sure we're gonna have to have "play dates" with them.<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NJeAL802gVM/TYDW1kbj7fI/AAAAAAAAAyg/wZ8Qw7HC5v4/s1600/Christ%2Bexchange%2B02-11%2B098.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584699753740103154" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NJeAL802gVM/TYDW1kbj7fI/AAAAAAAAAyg/wZ8Qw7HC5v4/s400/Christ%2Bexchange%2B02-11%2B098.jpg" /></a> I just hope Milli isn't too "heartbroken".</div><div>=)</div><div></div><div><em><span style="color:#993399;">Bridge</span></em></div><div><span style="color:#000000;">(yes, I'm in a silly mood. My cat's love life is funny to me.)</span></div></div>Bridgethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10219060884187777974noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-508513728998755419.post-45667815677385868982011-03-16T06:00:00.001-05:002011-03-16T06:00:05.425-05:00We love the library(s)A huge benefit to living in a larger city when you <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">home school</span> is the libraries. We have one about one mile away from us. This won't change when we move <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">bc</span> we are literally moving around the corner. <br /><br />Last week, Josh needed a poetry book for Language Arts. The library closest to us had it, but you couldn't check it out. We just stayed at the library that day and did LA there. However, his poetry unit is a few weeks long and I knew that we couldn't go to the library every day for LA. Big city hoopla here. One of the other libraries in town had it and would let us check it out.<br /><br />We are in our fourth year of homeschooling. Our first three years were spent in <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">Small Town</span>, USA. While we visited the library often, it wasn't the best resource for school. The libraries here are blowing our minds. =)<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rqdqtIyFB8Y/TX-ladulTLI/AAAAAAAAAyY/vO_N4WzYvaM/s1600/Sister%2527s%2Bbaptism%2B040.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584363937037896882" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rqdqtIyFB8Y/TX-ladulTLI/AAAAAAAAAyY/vO_N4WzYvaM/s400/Sister%2527s%2Bbaptism%2B040.jpg" /></a> We all find books to enjoy. And the two little ones really enjoy sitting at a table and looking through their books while the bigger ones are hunting certain books down. We easily spend an hour just picking out books.<br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-t33Y7yQd4_A/TX-laMa4X2I/AAAAAAAAAyQ/KJ9ssgdPP_g/s1600/Sister%2527s%2Bbaptism%2B044.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584363932391858018" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-t33Y7yQd4_A/TX-laMa4X2I/AAAAAAAAAyQ/KJ9ssgdPP_g/s400/Sister%2527s%2Bbaptism%2B044.jpg" /></a><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">Bobo</span> is on the third book in a series called <em>The Tapestry </em>by Henry H. <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error">Neff</span>. He loves to read. Bear is starting to enjoy reading more. He is good at reading, but would rather be doing something more active. He's my mover. Popeye is picking up reading as well. He isn't as confident in it as he is in math, but he loves learning and gets really excited when he realizes he can read a new book. Princess is desperately ready to read. She brings her school workbooks to me and cries if we can't do school right then.<br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-h8CMx4ZOCN0/TX-lZcn1wZI/AAAAAAAAAyI/rzDeboJiQ7o/s1600/Sister%2527s%2Bbaptism%2B049.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584363919561310610" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-h8CMx4ZOCN0/TX-lZcn1wZI/AAAAAAAAAyI/rzDeboJiQ7o/s400/Sister%2527s%2Bbaptism%2B049.jpg" /></a> I got two decorating books (I can't stop), a book on manners, a book on homeschooling (you can never know enough), and a book on style. I've already read the book on style (we went on Monday) and I'm glad to report that I just happen to have most of the basics you shouldn't live without. I also, by chance, found two DVDs that teach french for kids. I'm totally going to use them. And I'll make the kids watch them too so I have people to speak french with. </div><div> </div><div>Until I go to France someday.</div><div> </div><div><em><span style="color:#ff6666;">Bridge</span></em></div></div>Bridgethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10219060884187777974noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-508513728998755419.post-65926378210078340722011-03-15T08:00:00.001-05:002011-03-15T08:00:08.199-05:00Brady Bunch, Babez StyleFor the last 5 1/2 months we have been sharing a house with another family. Toby and Brenda have two kids, a son age 13 and a daughter age 10. Hubs and Toby have known each other since they were 5 and Brenda and I met through our husbands in 2007. We are now family.<br /><br />Combining two unrelated families has been hard, but we have gotten to know each other and more importantly, Christ, so much more through this experience. When you live with others it is very easy to see their issues. It is harder to look past those issues, knowing they have been buried with Christ, and to see Christ within them instead. Especially when their issues directly affect you.<br /><br />But that is one of the many lessons we have learned in this season. Not perfectly, mind you, but learned more of. Christ wants us to see Him in others, because He is who his father sees in us.<br /><br /><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">Anywho</span>...this is how we worked things out furniture wise in our 2400 sq ft house.<br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uyS_-RImQLA/TX6NrqgPBZI/AAAAAAAAAyA/7ms-p54O30w/s1600/the%2Bbabez%2Bcompound%2B004.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584056369269376402" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uyS_-RImQLA/TX6NrqgPBZI/AAAAAAAAAyA/7ms-p54O30w/s400/the%2Bbabez%2Bcompound%2B004.jpg" /></a> This is the kitchen and family room. Brenda's dining table fits in the 'eat in' area and our table, sofa, china cabinet, and our recliner, plus theirs all fits. And this way the kids eat at one table while the adults eat at the other (neither of us has a table that can seat 10) and we are all eating in the same room. <br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TM3GBLQsB0Q/TX6NrXh_QTI/AAAAAAAAAx4/3-DCSdAte_g/s1600/the%2Bbabez%2Bcompound%2B005.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584056364176458034" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TM3GBLQsB0Q/TX6NrXh_QTI/AAAAAAAAAx4/3-DCSdAte_g/s400/the%2Bbabez%2Bcompound%2B005.jpg" /></a><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F0An381q4O4/TX6NI4WdFKI/AAAAAAAAAxw/I1jCg0TsLic/s1600/the%2Bbabez%2Bcompound%2B008.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584055771691029666" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F0An381q4O4/TX6NI4WdFKI/AAAAAAAAAxw/I1jCg0TsLic/s400/the%2Bbabez%2Bcompound%2B008.jpg" /></a> My dining table sits in front of the fire place. The fire place is two sided which worked out wonderfully at Christmas time because each family got to hang their stockings from one of the mantles. It actually got cold enough here in sunny Florida to have a fire going a few times this past winter. <a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qcK4Y5g2Vk4/TX6NIkld8wI/AAAAAAAAAxo/jcs7NXPFsEI/s1600/the%2Bbabez%2Bcompound%2B007.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584055766385292034" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qcK4Y5g2Vk4/TX6NIkld8wI/AAAAAAAAAxo/jcs7NXPFsEI/s400/the%2Bbabez%2Bcompound%2B007.jpg" /></a> This is the other side of the fire place. Brenda's sectional fits perfectly in what I think is supposed to be the formal living room. It worked out for both families to have their living room furniture in the house. <a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cP2ZAorJIKw/TX6NIQ8gdvI/AAAAAAAAAxg/xtsgOjpb82A/s1600/the%2Bbabez%2Bcompound%2B010.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584055761113216754" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cP2ZAorJIKw/TX6NIQ8gdvI/AAAAAAAAAxg/xtsgOjpb82A/s400/the%2Bbabez%2Bcompound%2B010.jpg" /></a> When we moved here both husbands were working for New York Life. The office was set up in the dining room. Now neither husband works for <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">NYL</span>, but the dining room still works great as the office. The four adults hang out in here <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">alot</span> together. <a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SIpOeNIbwFg/TX6NICvqOhI/AAAAAAAAAxY/X5W7zjPAjLk/s1600/the%2Bbabez%2Bcompound%2B011.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584055757301234194" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SIpOeNIbwFg/TX6NICvqOhI/AAAAAAAAAxY/X5W7zjPAjLk/s400/the%2Bbabez%2Bcompound%2B011.jpg" /></a> Princess and Brenda's daughter share a room. No, it's not usually this messy. <a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vKlDZqHf-H8/TX6NIFDjTyI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/4KFkWZkoATM/s1600/the%2Bbabez%2Bcompound%2B012.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584055757921537826" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vKlDZqHf-H8/TX6NIFDjTyI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/4KFkWZkoATM/s400/the%2Bbabez%2Bcompound%2B012.jpg" /></a> Our three boys and Brenda's son share the master bedroom. Beware of the master bathroom</div><div> </div><div>Then, Toby and Brenda have a bedroom and R.C. and I have a bedroom. Four bedrooms, two and a half bathrooms, two living spaces, two dining spaces, and a big office have worked great for us. There is also a <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">sun room</span>, but it is now the 'garage sale stuff' and 'packing boxes stuff 'room so I didn't take a picture of it. Also, the garage is FULL.</div><div> </div><div>When we moved in we didn't expect it to last this long. However, now it feels like it was just the blink of an eye. We have had ups and downs, but it has all been worth it. And we will leave this season knowing our Lord more, and loving our friends more.</div><div> </div><div><a href="http://tobiasvaldez.wordpress.com/2011/03/08/a-new-season-part-2/">Here is Toby's take on things.</a></div><div> </div><div>Our Lord is so faithful.</div><div> </div><div><em>Bridge</em></div><em></em>Bridgethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10219060884187777974noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-508513728998755419.post-89602295392056346992011-03-14T16:14:00.002-05:002011-03-14T16:28:27.895-05:00Florida updateHello e-world!<br /><br />It is good to be back.<br /><br />It is mid-march and things are changing around here. <br /><br />1. Husband has a new job that he started two weeks ago and he is loving it.<br /><br />2. We are moving out of <a href="http://babione6.blogspot.com/2010/11/babione-6-valdez-4-babez-10.html">'the compound' </a>by the end of March.<br /><br />We are super excited about these new changes and I am super excited to get settled and to get back to sharing our life with you here at Babione 6. It is suprisingly hard to share things when everything is up in the air. So, sorry for the absence. I have missed you.<br /><br />Talk to you again soon,<br /><em>Bridget</em>Bridgethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10219060884187777974noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-508513728998755419.post-67681146608012889462011-01-21T13:00:00.000-06:002011-01-21T13:00:03.593-06:00TigersTigers is bite. Tigers scratch. Tigers is awesome.<br /><br />Lions like tigers. Cause them have sharp claws too.<br /><br />Them do roars. Roar. Roar.<br /><br />Them rock!<br /><br />They're like cats cause them do meow, meow.<br /><br />And them really cool and awesome.<br /><br />And that's all!<br /><br /><em>Princess</em>Bridgethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10219060884187777974noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-508513728998755419.post-56378070231947629282011-01-21T06:00:00.000-06:002011-01-21T06:00:15.120-06:00Star WarsI like it very alot. <br /><br />And it's awesome.<br /><br />And it has guns.<br /><br />And it has light sabers<br /><br />It has person clones. And it has Jedis. And it has droids.<br /><br />It has wars.<br /><br />And ships.<br /><br />That should be all.<br /><br /><em>Popeye</em>Bridgethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10219060884187777974noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-508513728998755419.post-35117457349030772872011-01-20T09:59:00.006-06:002011-01-20T10:28:25.900-06:00My birthdayMy birthday was a fun birthday. I turned ten. We had puppy chow for desert. I got he-man shows from my granddad and my grandma. I was so happy. My grandpa and my grandma who we call tam tam got me a osu hoody. Some of my friend's came over. They got me a sillyband two pencils and a eraser. For lunch we were going to chukechees but we had to do something els. So we had mckdonleds for lunch instead. I got lots of cards with money. Mom hasnt let me spend it yet.<br /><br /><br />Bear.Bridgethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10219060884187777974noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-508513728998755419.post-89782361469794630792011-01-13T13:24:00.004-06:002011-01-13T13:50:38.052-06:00Naughty Cat<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1EcVHmNFl9k/TS9VnQMs1FI/AAAAAAAAAw0/Utsr-cU8thU/s1600/Christmas%2Band%2Bstuff%2B238.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561758197677347922" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1EcVHmNFl9k/TS9VnQMs1FI/AAAAAAAAAw0/Utsr-cU8thU/s400/Christmas%2Band%2Bstuff%2B238.jpg" /></a><br /><div>Yesterday was Bear's 10th birthday. He'll be here tomorrow to tell you all about it. What I'm here to tell you about is our cat.<br /><br /><div><div>Naughty, naughty cat.</div><br /><div>Last night some friends came over to help us celebrate Bear's 10th year. As they were coming in the door, Millicent Pearl ran out.</div><br /><div>Into the dark.</div><br /><div>Into the dark wooded lot.</div><br /><div>Into the dark, cold, wooded lot.</div><br /><div>We spent some time looking for her with flashlights and we left the garage door open as long as we could.</div><br /><div>I hoped for her safe return. Her previous owner had her as an indoor/outdoor cat so she was familiar with the outside. But we had her declawed one week after getting her and she has been indoors since. Plus, this is all new area and it was gonna be below freezing during the night.</div><br /><div>Luckily, at 3:30 am Brenda heard meowing outside her bedroom window. After waking up enought to realize what it was, she opened the window and let Milli in. She also carried Milli (to help warm her up) out to the food and litter and made sure there was food and water.</div><br /><div>When I woke this morning I was told that we only get one 3:30 am rescue. :) Next time, it's on us.</div><br /><div>After loving on Milli for a bit (she was camped out on the couch) we went on about our business. Until Husband noticed her limping. And as I watched her I saw it too. An obvious limp on her back right leg.</div><br /><div>Thinking she might have a splinter or thorn in her foot I picked her up to check things out. What I found instead was a gash about an inch and a half long.</div><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561758193475316706" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1EcVHmNFl9k/TS9VnAi26-I/AAAAAAAAAws/qD_zM1SDdQY/s400/Christmas%2Band%2Bstuff%2B239.jpg" /><br /><div></div><div>We have doctored her up best we can and now are just waiting. She seems to be resting well enough. Hopefully nothing will get infected and she will be ok without having to involve the vet.</div><br /><div>I keep telling her, "This is why we don't let you outside. I hope you've learned your lesson."</div><br /><div>I'm sure she understands. The annoyed look on her face tells me so.</div><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561758191952183122" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1EcVHmNFl9k/TS9Vm63tv1I/AAAAAAAAAwk/-_uaJOesTl4/s400/Christmas%2Band%2Bstuff%2B237.jpg" /><em>Bridget</em></div></div>Bridgethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10219060884187777974noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-508513728998755419.post-40191976986789308432011-01-11T16:07:00.002-06:002011-01-11T16:08:16.174-06:00He is 35Husband turned 35 yesterday.<br /><br />He wrote about it on his blog.<br /><br /><a href="http://rcbabione.wordpress.com/2011/01/10/i-am-35/">Check it out.</a><br /><br /><em>Bridge</em>Bridgethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10219060884187777974noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-508513728998755419.post-64500208871967589272011-01-03T10:58:00.002-06:002011-01-03T11:18:32.870-06:00It's In His BloodOn Saturday, Husband and I went for a little date. We ate <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">Panera</span> (<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">yay</span> <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">Frontega</span> Chicken Sandwich and <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">Broccoli</span> Cheddar Soup!) and then went to see <a href="http://movies.yahoo.com/movie/1810149482/info">The Tourist</a>. I must tell ya, The Tourist was great. Hubs and I highly recommend it!<br /><br />But it was what happened when we got home that was even better. <br /><br />Upon returning home, I went straight into the kids bedrooms to say hello and check on them. Bear immediately pulled out a piece of notebook paper that he had drawn on to show me his picture.<br /><br />On the left side of the paper was an alligator with the caption "Go Gators!" written above it. It's only been three months and he is already converted.<br /><br />But he quickly pointed to the other side of the paper where he had drawn Pistol Pete and written "Go Cowboys" above it.<br /><br />His <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">explanation</span>...<br /><br />"I have to love the Cowboys. It's in my blood."<br /><br />Yes, Bear, it is. ;-)<br /><br /><em>Bridget</em><br /><em></em><br /><em>*My father graduated from Oklahoma State. I grew up going to <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error">OSU</span> football games. My parents still have season tickets and attend every bowl game they can. Just got back from San Antonio, actually. One sister has graduated from <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error">OSU</span> and my other sister will graduate from <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error">OSU</span> this year. We love our Cowboys! And luckily, Husband has always preferred <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error">OSU</span> to <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error">OU</span> too!</em><br /><em><a href="http://babione6.blogspot.com/2009/09/swimming-in-sea-of-orange.html">Here's <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error">Bobo's</span> birthday in 2009.</a></em>Bridgethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10219060884187777974noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-508513728998755419.post-59945699492485742802010-12-30T17:36:00.006-06:002010-12-30T19:41:42.739-06:00Twenty TenTwo thousand ten has been a year of many changes for us. I was preparing to tell you all about them but when I finally put my fingers to the keys the words just would not come.<br /><br />That has been the story of my blog life lately. Our lives are so full right now, but for some reason, known only to Christ, I cannot form the sentences to tell you about it.<br /><br />We are daily falling head over heels in love with our Precious Lord. He is beyond anything we could imagine and is so very other than we expect.<br /><br />He is stealing our hearts and consuming our minds.<br /><br />He is gentle.<br />He is compassionate.<br />He is funny.<br />He is patient.<br />He is faithful.<br />Always.<br /><br />He doesn't give us joy. He gives us Himself. And in giving us Himself, He gives us joy, because He <strong>is</strong> joy.<br />He <strong>is</strong> peace.<br />He<strong> is</strong> truth.<br />He <strong>is</strong> rest.<br />He<strong> is</strong> knowledge.<br />He<strong> is</strong> confidence.<br />He <strong>is </strong>love.<br /><br />These are not things that can be had apart from Christ. They can only be had in Him. And as children of the Most High God we are in Him.<br /><br />This truth is becoming our reality in a deep and profound way. It is changing our lives like never before.<br /><br />I look forward to sharing more with you in the future. I hope that 2010 brought you more of Christ and that 2011 does the same. Our Lord is a vast ocean whose depths we can never entirely plumb. Let us not mistakenly think that we have need to 'move on' from Christ. He is the ALL. IN. ALL. Nothing is apart from Him for those of us who believe.<br /><br />Christ Jesus, our LORD.<br />Our EVERYTHING.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><em><span style="font-family:georgia;">Bridget</span></em>Bridgethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10219060884187777974noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-508513728998755419.post-46201066828685688292010-12-15T11:35:00.002-06:002010-12-15T11:46:25.210-06:00Popeye's Lost Tooth<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1EcVHmNFl9k/TQj89AK8qzI/AAAAAAAAAvw/NHMOPUlEFJs/s1600/Jax%2BBeach%2B2010%2B085.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550964665682275122" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1EcVHmNFl9k/TQj89AK8qzI/AAAAAAAAAvw/NHMOPUlEFJs/s400/Jax%2BBeach%2B2010%2B085.jpg" /></a> Popeye lost his first tooth on Sunday, in the back of the van, on our way home from Jacksonville. He was thrilled.<br /><br />Before he went to bed that night I asked him if he wanted to put his tooth under his pillow or if he wanted to just give it to me now and I would give him the money. (I know, not cool. But we tell our kids the aweful truth and then let them pretend) He said he wanted to put it under his pillow.<br /><br />When he woke up the next morning I asked him if he found his money under his pillow. He said, "Yes, it was just a dollar."<br /><br />????<br /><br />How much does my SEVEN year old think a tiny little tooth is worth?<br /><br />"Well, it was a small tooth." I said.<br /><br />He just shrugged and grinned at me.<br /><br />That tooth might not be worth much in my book, but that grin sure is.<br /><br />BridgetBridgethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10219060884187777974noreply@blogger.com0