<?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-3899478691882304822</id><updated>2011-07-28T07:03:59.135-07:00</updated><category term='sin'/><category term='Santa'/><category term='Worship'/><category term='recipe'/><category term='repentence'/><category term='self control'/><category term='funny'/><category term='Baby Jesus'/><category term='cookies'/><category term='Christmas'/><category term='Bible'/><category term='Hudson'/><category term='missional'/><category term='Aubrey'/><category term='kids'/><title type='text'>It's Just Me, Angie D.</title><subtitle type='html'>My mom always said, "All I can be is me." She called herself "Mom-Me." I guess this is my version of that idea. It's just me, Angie D. The fact that it rhymes is just funny.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsjustmeangied.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3899478691882304822/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsjustmeangied.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Angie D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16414249220064046563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8KrDF-QWLs4/S16gbGIQviI/AAAAAAAAFsk/c5g8NTZqp_g/S220/New+Family.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>22</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3899478691882304822.post-315636009703961426</id><published>2010-06-21T20:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T20:40:53.686-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recipe'/><title type='text'>Bruleed Apple Baked Oatmeal</title><content type='html'>This oatmeal feels more like you're eating a decadent apple crisp or hearty apple pie than a nutritious meal. It was a HUGE hit with every single person in our family! Also, I loved the texture of it. I prefer to eat oatmeal right out of the pot with brown sugar or honey on top. Kenny's family likes it swimming in milk with brown sugar on top. This oatmeal was great both ways, so it met everyone's expectations!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This recipe is from one I adapted from the internet but I can't remember what site I found it on. Sorry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bruleed Apple Baked Oatmeal&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 2/3 cups old fashioned oats (not instant)&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup Craisins - Original recipe called for golden raisins-yuck!&lt;br /&gt;4 cups milk, 1%&lt;br /&gt;1/3 cup packed brown sugar&lt;br /&gt;2 tbsp. I Can't Believe It's Not Butter, melted - You could use regular butter, melted&lt;br /&gt;1 1/2 tsp. cinnamon&lt;br /&gt;1/4 tsp. salt&lt;br /&gt;2 medium apples, unpeeled and chopped - I used Fuji apples&lt;br /&gt;raw sugar for bruleed top*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heat oven to 350. &lt;br /&gt;Mix everything together and pour into a 9 x 13 pan coated with cooking spray. &lt;br /&gt;Bake uncovered 40 - 45 minutes or until most of the liquid is absorbed. &lt;br /&gt;Turn your broiler on. Evenly sprinkle the raw sugar over baked oatmeal. Place directly under broiler.&lt;br /&gt;Watch carefully for the next 1-3 minutes (until the sugar bubbles and begins to brown slightly).&lt;br /&gt;Remove from the oven and let cool slightly.&lt;br /&gt;Serve with additional milk if desired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*The brulee works best if you bake these in individual custard cups. Otherwise, you'll lose the effect of the bruleed top in a 9x13 because you will transfer individual servings to bowls.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3899478691882304822-315636009703961426?l=itsjustmeangied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsjustmeangied.blogspot.com/feeds/315636009703961426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itsjustmeangied.blogspot.com/2010/06/bruleed-apple-baked-oatmeal.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3899478691882304822/posts/default/315636009703961426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3899478691882304822/posts/default/315636009703961426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsjustmeangied.blogspot.com/2010/06/bruleed-apple-baked-oatmeal.html' title='Bruleed Apple Baked Oatmeal'/><author><name>Angie D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16414249220064046563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8KrDF-QWLs4/S16gbGIQviI/AAAAAAAAFsk/c5g8NTZqp_g/S220/New+Family.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3899478691882304822.post-1183414142407477763</id><published>2010-05-17T20:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T20:27:11.315-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Even More Ballet</title><content type='html'>This is precious to me! I love how her little foot is pointed at her knee and how she's looking at herself in the mirror. It was a fun day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/Vrhh3yp7OalejZPf-RW0-A?feat=blogger" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_8KrDF-QWLs4/S_BwKtRDNJI/AAAAAAAAGPg/XIMcaqhq5Hw/s512/IMG_3926.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3899478691882304822-1183414142407477763?l=itsjustmeangied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsjustmeangied.blogspot.com/feeds/1183414142407477763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itsjustmeangied.blogspot.com/2010/05/even-more-ballet.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3899478691882304822/posts/default/1183414142407477763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3899478691882304822/posts/default/1183414142407477763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsjustmeangied.blogspot.com/2010/05/even-more-ballet.html' title='Even More Ballet'/><author><name>Angie D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16414249220064046563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8KrDF-QWLs4/S16gbGIQviI/AAAAAAAAFsk/c5g8NTZqp_g/S220/New+Family.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_8KrDF-QWLs4/S_BwKtRDNJI/AAAAAAAAGPg/XIMcaqhq5Hw/s72-c/IMG_3926.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3899478691882304822.post-7512057675956630630</id><published>2010-05-17T20:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T20:25:10.351-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More Ballet</title><content type='html'>Cute girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/ldcUzEKDDx27gvTooOlRbg?feat=blogger" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_8KrDF-QWLs4/S_Bv8jzjwJI/AAAAAAAAGNk/xwYbVmDa2XU/s512/IMG_3911.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3899478691882304822-7512057675956630630?l=itsjustmeangied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsjustmeangied.blogspot.com/feeds/7512057675956630630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itsjustmeangied.blogspot.com/2010/05/more-ballet.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3899478691882304822/posts/default/7512057675956630630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3899478691882304822/posts/default/7512057675956630630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsjustmeangied.blogspot.com/2010/05/more-ballet.html' title='More Ballet'/><author><name>Angie D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16414249220064046563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8KrDF-QWLs4/S16gbGIQviI/AAAAAAAAFsk/c5g8NTZqp_g/S220/New+Family.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_8KrDF-QWLs4/S_Bv8jzjwJI/AAAAAAAAGNk/xwYbVmDa2XU/s72-c/IMG_3911.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3899478691882304822.post-129299360536711486</id><published>2010-05-17T20:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T20:24:33.348-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ballet Party</title><content type='html'>All the girls looked so cute in their ballet clothes! I made Aubrey a birthday tutu to wear and we gave each girl a matching tutu to take home as a party favor. It was such a FUN party and the teacher did an amazing job! Aubrey still talks about it and wants to do another ballet party next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/uDDmo-nmK-YeHBE7YYG9TA?feat=blogger" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_8KrDF-QWLs4/S_BvKOarz_I/AAAAAAAAGGI/Bj8JvGAYQug/s512/IMG_3835.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3899478691882304822-129299360536711486?l=itsjustmeangied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsjustmeangied.blogspot.com/feeds/129299360536711486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itsjustmeangied.blogspot.com/2010/05/ballet-party.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3899478691882304822/posts/default/129299360536711486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3899478691882304822/posts/default/129299360536711486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsjustmeangied.blogspot.com/2010/05/ballet-party.html' title='Ballet Party'/><author><name>Angie D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16414249220064046563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8KrDF-QWLs4/S16gbGIQviI/AAAAAAAAFsk/c5g8NTZqp_g/S220/New+Family.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_8KrDF-QWLs4/S_BvKOarz_I/AAAAAAAAGGI/Bj8JvGAYQug/s72-c/IMG_3835.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3899478691882304822.post-4615518080736644665</id><published>2010-05-17T20:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T20:16:45.594-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Aubrey's Ballet Party Cupcakes</title><content type='html'>These are long overdue, but I just got them from my sister so I'm off the hook.  :)  I made orange cupcakes with strawberry frosting topped with these ballet tutu toppers. They were so easy to make using craft paper, a little toule fabric, ribbon and a straw. This was my first attempt at cupcakes and they turned out easier than I thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/0tOeWuquk3BYQbU0LEYBOg?feat=blogger" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_8KrDF-QWLs4/S_BuoTCBJJI/AAAAAAAAGBM/9ymrMp2qk0o/s512/IMG_3786.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3899478691882304822-4615518080736644665?l=itsjustmeangied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsjustmeangied.blogspot.com/feeds/4615518080736644665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itsjustmeangied.blogspot.com/2010/05/aubreys-ballet-party-cupcakes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3899478691882304822/posts/default/4615518080736644665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3899478691882304822/posts/default/4615518080736644665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsjustmeangied.blogspot.com/2010/05/aubreys-ballet-party-cupcakes.html' title='Aubrey&apos;s Ballet Party Cupcakes'/><author><name>Angie D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16414249220064046563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8KrDF-QWLs4/S16gbGIQviI/AAAAAAAAFsk/c5g8NTZqp_g/S220/New+Family.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_8KrDF-QWLs4/S_BuoTCBJJI/AAAAAAAAGBM/9ymrMp2qk0o/s72-c/IMG_3786.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3899478691882304822.post-5639237483843309601</id><published>2010-05-17T20:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T20:13:09.768-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Paging Dr. Aubrey</title><content type='html'>Aubrey loves dressing up like a doctor and writing notes on her medical chart. So fun! This was taken a couple months ago around her birthday. She actually wore this outfit to one of Hudson's doctor appointments. The doctor's and nurses couldn't get enough of her and let her use the otoscope and squeeze the bulb on the blood pressure cuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/tcWyzwWr-GI3YRhjI-muRg?feat=blogger" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_8KrDF-QWLs4/S_BugX-2h2I/AAAAAAAAGAE/D-9RS-u3IJ0/s512/IMG_3775.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3899478691882304822-5639237483843309601?l=itsjustmeangied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsjustmeangied.blogspot.com/feeds/5639237483843309601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itsjustmeangied.blogspot.com/2010/05/paging-dr-aubrey.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3899478691882304822/posts/default/5639237483843309601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3899478691882304822/posts/default/5639237483843309601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsjustmeangied.blogspot.com/2010/05/paging-dr-aubrey.html' title='Paging Dr. Aubrey'/><author><name>Angie D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16414249220064046563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8KrDF-QWLs4/S16gbGIQviI/AAAAAAAAFsk/c5g8NTZqp_g/S220/New+Family.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_8KrDF-QWLs4/S_BugX-2h2I/AAAAAAAAGAE/D-9RS-u3IJ0/s72-c/IMG_3775.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3899478691882304822.post-7112649922563732690</id><published>2010-05-17T20:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T20:09:39.057-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Family</title><content type='html'>How cute is my family!?! We are seriously blessed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/USYz2BH7P8A6enp-9SjVtg?feat=blogger" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_8KrDF-QWLs4/S_BriBaaNEI/AAAAAAAAF5A/sHOoUKuoUp0/s512/IMG_4739.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3899478691882304822-7112649922563732690?l=itsjustmeangied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsjustmeangied.blogspot.com/feeds/7112649922563732690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itsjustmeangied.blogspot.com/2010/05/my-family.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3899478691882304822/posts/default/7112649922563732690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3899478691882304822/posts/default/7112649922563732690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsjustmeangied.blogspot.com/2010/05/my-family.html' title='My Family'/><author><name>Angie D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16414249220064046563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8KrDF-QWLs4/S16gbGIQviI/AAAAAAAAFsk/c5g8NTZqp_g/S220/New+Family.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_8KrDF-QWLs4/S_BriBaaNEI/AAAAAAAAF5A/sHOoUKuoUp0/s72-c/IMG_4739.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3899478691882304822.post-1998213765409883000</id><published>2010-05-17T20:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T20:06:56.155-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Are You Kidding!?! LOVE</title><content type='html'>How stoked does my boy look eating this cake? His smiles makes my day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/eMJPFvB9jVeiHHX6KI1HUQ?feat=blogger" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_8KrDF-QWLs4/S_BrYna0UVI/AAAAAAAAF3I/SZq6jYMr8no/s512/IMG_4696.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3899478691882304822-1998213765409883000?l=itsjustmeangied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsjustmeangied.blogspot.com/feeds/1998213765409883000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itsjustmeangied.blogspot.com/2010/05/are-you-kidding-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3899478691882304822/posts/default/1998213765409883000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3899478691882304822/posts/default/1998213765409883000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsjustmeangied.blogspot.com/2010/05/are-you-kidding-love.html' title='Are You Kidding!?! LOVE'/><author><name>Angie D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16414249220064046563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8KrDF-QWLs4/S16gbGIQviI/AAAAAAAAFsk/c5g8NTZqp_g/S220/New+Family.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_8KrDF-QWLs4/S_BrYna0UVI/AAAAAAAAF3I/SZq6jYMr8no/s72-c/IMG_4696.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3899478691882304822.post-5828583692329842678</id><published>2010-05-16T14:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T14:55:34.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hudson's 1st Birthday Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8KrDF-QWLs4/S_Bp0HqsIEI/AAAAAAAAFuI/-7jWnlh7U3o/s1600/IMG_4599.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8KrDF-QWLs4/S_Bp0HqsIEI/AAAAAAAAFuI/-7jWnlh7U3o/s320/IMG_4599.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;The race track birthday cake was a bit of  a flop, but fun to make and Hudson loved it...as you will see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8KrDF-QWLs4/S_Bp0snVbtI/AAAAAAAAFuQ/tb1PO-m3DFs/s1600/IMG_4600.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8KrDF-QWLs4/S_Bp0snVbtI/AAAAAAAAFuQ/tb1PO-m3DFs/s320/IMG_4600.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;The birthday boy's party seat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8KrDF-QWLs4/S_Bp09b_wKI/AAAAAAAAFuY/UhgNC_H3zMk/s1600/IMG_4602.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8KrDF-QWLs4/S_Bp09b_wKI/AAAAAAAAFuY/UhgNC_H3zMk/s320/IMG_4602.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;Thank you treat bags.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8KrDF-QWLs4/S_Bp1DK3PgI/AAAAAAAAFug/uba9yTcy-KQ/s1600/IMG_4604.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8KrDF-QWLs4/S_Bp1DK3PgI/AAAAAAAAFug/uba9yTcy-KQ/s320/IMG_4604.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&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/3899478691882304822-5828583692329842678?l=itsjustmeangied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsjustmeangied.blogspot.com/feeds/5828583692329842678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itsjustmeangied.blogspot.com/2010/05/hudsons-1st-birthday-party.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3899478691882304822/posts/default/5828583692329842678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3899478691882304822/posts/default/5828583692329842678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsjustmeangied.blogspot.com/2010/05/hudsons-1st-birthday-party.html' title='Hudson&apos;s 1st Birthday Party'/><author><name>Angie D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16414249220064046563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8KrDF-QWLs4/S16gbGIQviI/AAAAAAAAFsk/c5g8NTZqp_g/S220/New+Family.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8KrDF-QWLs4/S_Bp0HqsIEI/AAAAAAAAFuI/-7jWnlh7U3o/s72-c/IMG_4599.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3899478691882304822.post-6007595022261805505</id><published>2010-04-01T12:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T12:29:35.569-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter Traditions</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center" style="color: black; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;This year we will be making Resurrection Rolls for the first time. I've been waiting to do this with my kids ever since I read about it several years ago on the internet. This year is Aubrey's first Easter as a Christian so it seems appropriate to do it this year! Plus, she'll be able to make them herself instead of just watching. Love the hands-on!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: navy; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana,arial,helvetica;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: navy; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana,arial,helvetica;"&gt;What are your Easter traditions?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: navy; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana,arial,helvetica;"&gt;Resurrection Rolls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana,arial,helvetica; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Preheat  Oven to 350 degrees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ingredients:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crescent rolls&lt;br /&gt;Melted butter&lt;br /&gt;Large marshmallows&lt;br /&gt;Cinnamon&lt;br /&gt;Sugar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give each child a triangle of crescent rolls. The crescent roll  represents the cloth that Jesus was wrapped in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Read Matthew 27:57-61&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Give each child a marshmallow. This represents Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;2. Have him/her dip the marshmallow in melted butter. This represents  the oils of embalming.&lt;br /&gt;3. Now dip the buttered marshmallow in the cinnamon and sugar which  represents the spices used to anoint the body.&lt;br /&gt;4. Then wrap up the coated marshmallow tightly in the crescent roll (not  like a typical crescent roll up, but bring the sides up and seal the  marshmallow inside.) This represents the wrapping of Jesus' body after death.&lt;br /&gt;5. Place in a 350 degree oven for 10-12 minutes. (The oven represents  the tomb - pretend like it was three days!)&lt;br /&gt;6. Let the rolls cool slightly. The children can open their rolls  (cloth) and discover that Jesus is no longer there, HE IS RISEN!!!! (The marshmallow  melts and the crescent roll is puffed up, but empty.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Now read Matthew 28:5-8&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Explain: At the tomb, Mary Magdalene and the other Mary saw an angel,  who told them not to be afraid. No one had taken Jesus' body, but He Had risen  from the dead! The angel told the women to go and tell the disciples what they  had seen, that Jesus had risen from the dead. They were so excited, they ran all  the way home to tell the disciples the good news! He is risen from the dead!  Alleluia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that Jesus appeared in person to Peter, then to the 12 disciples  and after that, to more than 500 people. Jesus' appearance to eyewitnesses, those  who saw Him with their own eyes, would give support and prove that Jesus rose  from the dead (1 Corinthians 15:3-6).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By rising from the dead, Jesus proved once and for all that He was the  Messiah, the Savior of the World, the Chosen One, and the Lamb of God. By dying  on the cross and rising from the dead, Jesus did what no other had ever done  before. As both God and man, He overcame sin, death, and hell. And now because of  what Jesus has done, these things no longer have any power over those who  believe in Jesus and allow His Spirit to lead and direct them. Rather than being  slaves to sin and death, Christians ( those who love and believe in Jesus) are  free to obey God and do good ( Romans 6:17-18). The Bible says in John 8:36, "If therefore the Son shall make you free, you shall be free indeed."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, we will only obey God if we listen to the Holy Spirit our  helper. He enables believers in Jesus to do the right thing. It is important that  we read the Bible (God's Word) because one of the ways the Holy Spirit helps us  obey God is by reminding us of what He says to us in His Word. God's Spirit will  never go against his Word. In fact, when we read God's Word, we are listening to  the Holy Spirit. Of course, you won't always do the right thing; the Bible says  this ) 1 John 1:5-10). But that is why we need to continue to confess our sins  knowing that God forgives us, based on what Jesus did on the cross. This is also  a reason we need to spend time with other believers in Christ so they can encourage us in our faith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May you have a blessed and meaningful Easter!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; - Author Unknown -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Resource found at http://blessingsforlife.com/recipes/holidays/resurrectionrolls.htm &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3899478691882304822-6007595022261805505?l=itsjustmeangied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsjustmeangied.blogspot.com/feeds/6007595022261805505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itsjustmeangied.blogspot.com/2010/04/easter-traditions.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3899478691882304822/posts/default/6007595022261805505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3899478691882304822/posts/default/6007595022261805505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsjustmeangied.blogspot.com/2010/04/easter-traditions.html' title='Easter Traditions'/><author><name>Angie D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16414249220064046563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8KrDF-QWLs4/S16gbGIQviI/AAAAAAAAFsk/c5g8NTZqp_g/S220/New+Family.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3899478691882304822.post-2008791513449576478</id><published>2010-03-07T23:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T01:48:31.679-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Fourth Birthday, Aubrey!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8KrDF-QWLs4/S5TH5kqXlxI/AAAAAAAAFtY/UBDh70pkDbs/s1600-h/P1030167.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8KrDF-QWLs4/S5TH5kqXlxI/AAAAAAAAFtY/UBDh70pkDbs/s320/P1030167.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446197641305626386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hard to believe 4 years ago today I was anticipating the birth of our spunky Aubrey Grace!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I remember trying to fall asleep, wondering what labor would be like and if I'd end up getting an epidural, worrying about whether I'd have to have a C-section and wishing I could just fall asleep since it would likely be my last night of good sleep for the next 20 years.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I woke up in the morning to a phone call from my doctor that I was included in the noon inductions. Phew! That meant I could sleep a little more and have a good breakfast. We met as a family for breakfast at Woodinville Cafe. I had eggs, bacon and a huge cinnamon roll. Yum! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A few hours later I was in my room at Evergreen Hospital waiting for my first contraction. Those contractions came on quickly after the pitocin IV and proceeded to get worse and worse....Thanks, Eve! Well, after a small stint in the jacuzzi tub I was READY for an epidural. Good thing too because I totally believe Aubrey NEVER would have been born without it. I mean, have you seen her head?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What an explosion of emotions occurred at 10:21pm. Relief that Aubrey finally shot out into the world - literally shot out after her head came out! Astonishment at the miracle that God just brought to fruition. Love like I've never experienced so instantly. Deep sorrow over my family being so far away and my mom missing her "Gram-Me" moment. Amazement and respect over Kenny's reaction to his new daughter. Fear of being a mom of a girl. Joy that made my limbs tingle that this greatly anticipated day had finally come!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have felt all those same emotions from time to time for the last 4 years. I thought nothing could top the mountain of emotion that I experienced the day Aubrey was born, but I was wrong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;February 23, 2010 is a day that eclipses March 8, 2006 in every way! Aubrey and I were driving in the car and had just pulled into our parking spot at home. Aubrey told me she wanted to go where Jesus lives in heaven. I told her you get to go to heaven when you are part of Jesus' family. "I want to be in Jesus' family." My heart started racing. Could this be the moment that we have been praying for for the last 4 years? I asked Aubrey if she wanted to pray and tell Jesus that she wanted to be in His family and sure enough she DID! So, she climbed into the front seat with me and we prayed for her SALVATION! Overwhelmed with God's goodness and grace and calling! That was and still is my emotion over Aubrey's new identity and family in Christ.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, we will celebrate her 4 years with a ballet party and a family dinner, but the REAL party took place in heaven on February 23, 2010....and my mom got to have her "Gram-Me" moment with all the saints and King Jesus!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3899478691882304822-2008791513449576478?l=itsjustmeangied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsjustmeangied.blogspot.com/feeds/2008791513449576478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itsjustmeangied.blogspot.com/2010/03/happy-fourth-birthday-aubrey.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3899478691882304822/posts/default/2008791513449576478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3899478691882304822/posts/default/2008791513449576478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsjustmeangied.blogspot.com/2010/03/happy-fourth-birthday-aubrey.html' title='Happy Fourth Birthday, Aubrey!'/><author><name>Angie D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16414249220064046563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8KrDF-QWLs4/S16gbGIQviI/AAAAAAAAFsk/c5g8NTZqp_g/S220/New+Family.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8KrDF-QWLs4/S5TH5kqXlxI/AAAAAAAAFtY/UBDh70pkDbs/s72-c/P1030167.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3899478691882304822.post-1502842225053827073</id><published>2010-02-27T16:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-27T17:20:34.056-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Serious Yum on a Saturday</title><content type='html'>So, what do you do if you have buttermilk about to go bad in your fridge? No idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Maybe there's a scone recipe that uses buttermilk." I say to myself inside my head. A quick search on the computer and a trusty Food Network recipe pops up. Well, it's basic enough and I have all the ingredients, but Kenny was raving about a Starbucks blueberry scone yesterday, so I'd like to see if I can make something that meets that craving with a cheaper price tag!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Blueberry Scones with Lemon Glaze&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.foodnetwork.com/recipes/buttermilk-scones-recipe/index.html"&gt;Adapted from Food Network's Buttermilk Scones&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ingredients&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;   &lt;!--concordance-begin--&gt;   &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li class="ingredient"&gt;3 cups flour(I used 2 1/4 cups white flour and 3/4 cup whole wheat flour)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="ingredient"&gt;1/3 cup sugar &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="ingredient"&gt;1 teaspoon salt &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="ingredient"&gt;2 1/2 teaspoons baking powder&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="ingredient"&gt;1/2 teaspoon baking soda &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="ingredient"&gt;3/4 cup (1 1/2 sticks) unsalted butter(I used I Can't Believe It's Not Butter)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="ingredient"&gt;1 cup buttermilk &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="ingredient"&gt;hand full of frozen blueberries (optional - could use craisins, raisins, dried fruit) &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="ingredient"&gt;1 tablespoon heavy cream, for brushing (I used nonfat milk so mine didn't look shiny)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;   &lt;!--concordance-end--&gt;   &lt;h2&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Directions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;   &lt;p class="instructions"&gt; Preheat oven to 400 degrees F. Combine the  flour, sugar, salt, baking powder and baking soda in a large bowl (I used my food processor with blade and pulsed a few times). Add  butter and mix with your fingertips to a coarse meal (Added the butter to food processor and pulsed until course meal - So fast this way and saves your wrists from carpal-tunnel syndrome). Dump contents into large bowl. Add buttermilk and  mix just until combined. Add currants, if desired.(I added a hand full or so of frozen blueberries. Make sure they are the kind that have been individually flash frozen or you'll have a mushy soupy mess on your hands. Keeping them frozen keeps your dough from turning blue. You could use fresh too.) The dough will be VERY sticky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   Transfer dough to a floured board and divide  into 2 parts. Roll each to 3/4 inch thick rounds. (I didn't roll. I HATE ROLLING! It scares me! I just formed them into a big round flat disk. You could also drop them from an ice cream scoop.)  Cut each round into 8  wedges and place slightly separated on a greased baking sheet. (I used a sheet of parchment instead of grease.) Brush the  tops with the cream, and bake for 15 minutes, or until lightly browned. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lemon Glaze&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3/4 heaping cup of powdered sugar&lt;br /&gt;1 tsp or so lemon zest (I used dried lemon zest cuz that's what i had)&lt;br /&gt;1/2 tsp vanilla&lt;br /&gt;Lemon juice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Combine the ingredients and whisk until a thick glaze if formed. Start with a small amount of juice because you can always add more gradually. I like mine to drizzle slowly off the whisk, so lift your whisk occasionally to see if it drizzles. When it's to you liking, you're done. Drizzle or pour it over your warm scones and EAT THEM IMMEDIATELY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finished Product&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm no scone expert! In fact, a month ago I would have told you, "I hate scones!" Most scones I've eaten have been dry and crumbly and suck all the moisture out of your mouth the minute you bite into them. All this changes for me when my 15 year old brother-in-law, Jake, make us some scones one night. They were YUMMY - soft, light, moist. Thank you, Home Ec Teacher at Timbercrest!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I decided to give scones a second chance. This recipe was really good. The scones were moist and soft and the blueberries were warm. Perfectly sweet, but not too sweet so you could add glaze to them without going into a coma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenny's final thoughts were that I needed to hide them or he would eat them all in the morning while we were sleeping! Not bad for a half hour of work on a Saturday.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make some scones, change the recipe and let me know how they turned out. Next time I may try chocolate chips with an espresso glaze&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3899478691882304822-1502842225053827073?l=itsjustmeangied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsjustmeangied.blogspot.com/feeds/1502842225053827073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itsjustmeangied.blogspot.com/2010/02/serious-yum-on-saturday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3899478691882304822/posts/default/1502842225053827073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3899478691882304822/posts/default/1502842225053827073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsjustmeangied.blogspot.com/2010/02/serious-yum-on-saturday.html' title='Serious Yum on a Saturday'/><author><name>Angie D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16414249220064046563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8KrDF-QWLs4/S16gbGIQviI/AAAAAAAAFsk/c5g8NTZqp_g/S220/New+Family.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3899478691882304822.post-4668179714872477309</id><published>2010-02-18T14:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T22:44:07.302-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self control'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aubrey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='repentence'/><title type='text'>Brownie Fail!</title><content type='html'>Aubrey and I enjoyed a delicious brownie after our lunch today. There  was one more left and Aubrey asked if she could have it. I told her it was  for Daddy so she could NOT have it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walk away and pick up my laptop to respond to an  email. A few minutes go by and I notice Aubrey is not at the table. I  call her name and discover she was behind the counter in the  kitchen "hiding." She reluctantly comes out and I ask her to come to me.  Her mouth is full of brownie and I'm shocked that it took her so long  to finish her brownie since I devoured mine in minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ask her  directly, "Why were you in the kitchen? What were you doing?" She can't  answer because her mouth is crazy full of squishy brownie. "Did you eat  Daddy's brownie?" At this question her eyes get big and she shakes her  head "no" with confidence. I asked her again calling it the "extra brownie  on the counter in the kitchen" in case she forgot it was for Daddy.  Again, a solid "no" head shake with sincere eyes and total confidence.  SO, I believe her and let it go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About 5 minutes later, I go into the  kitchen and see the brownie is missing and the plastic wrap is open on  the counter! DANG! She lied to me AND hid to scarf a brownie AND stole  from her Dad! I'm crushed by her choices and actions and feeling like I completely failed as a parent!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big  time discipline is coming her way preceded by a big time talk and  followed by more big time talking and hugging! I'm a bit dumbfounded by  it all. This is the 3rd case in the last couple months of "food sneaking" actually "sweets food  sneaking" to be exact. I don't want her to have food issues or anything but  it seems like they are already in her sin nature!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aubrey's sin is clear, but am I missing an area of sin in my own parenting that has allowed these sins to take root in her? Have I failed to teach her moderation and self-control because we've  avoided sweets altogether? Have I been so rigid or controlling that she feels she must lie to me in order to have any freedom? It makes me pause. I'm not asking myself these things in an effort to dismiss her behavior. I just want to be sure that I'm dealing with my sin too. I'm not without sin and need to keep "short accounts of sin" as I parent too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even as I write this I am convicted of my own sin! The Lord knows I have terrible self-control when it comes to certain things and particularly lately! I hate to see that sin in my kids but, the Lord has used that to convict my own heart and for that I am glad! Am I not just like Aubrey when I sneak an extra brownie late at night when I think no one is watching? My Heavenly Father is always watching me, even when I hide and lie to myself and Him about it "not being a big deal." It IS a big deal! My gluttony is rebellious sin that I am convinced will make me feel good in the moment. In the moment it feels "worth it," but it is a decision that leads to death - death of my relationship with my Father who loves me more than I can wrap my head around! He feels crushed by my sin because I chose a "brownie" over Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully, we don't stay in a pit of despair and failure. Aubrey and I have been forgiven, kissed, hugged and restored! It's cause for rejoicing. Confession and repentance are cause for celebration and rejoicing because it restores our relationship with our Father and brings us freedom to walk with Him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hallelujah, let's celebrate with a brownie....oh wait! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3899478691882304822-4668179714872477309?l=itsjustmeangied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsjustmeangied.blogspot.com/feeds/4668179714872477309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itsjustmeangied.blogspot.com/2010/02/brownie-fail.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3899478691882304822/posts/default/4668179714872477309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3899478691882304822/posts/default/4668179714872477309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsjustmeangied.blogspot.com/2010/02/brownie-fail.html' title='Brownie Fail!'/><author><name>Angie D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16414249220064046563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8KrDF-QWLs4/S16gbGIQviI/AAAAAAAAFsk/c5g8NTZqp_g/S220/New+Family.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3899478691882304822.post-2402027773367968248</id><published>2010-02-16T17:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T17:26:31.144-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aubrey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><title type='text'>Crushed Ice - A Simple Pleasure</title><content type='html'>Aubrey has discovered the joy of crushed ice! I clearly remember  discovering this joy myself. I was a kid and our neighbors (we called  them Grandma and Grandpa cuz they were old and nice to us) got a new  fridge with a crushed ice feature ON THE DOOR! This was innovative back  then, no one had them. Anyway, I used to go over there and say something  like, "Man, I sure am thirsty." Grandma would always ask me if i wanted  a drink. "OF COURSE, with crushed ice, please!" Now Aubrey can reach  our ice button on the door of our frig and she is obsessed with getting  ice to crunch after drinking some water.  ...Who am I kidding, she's just fishing out the ice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She came out of her room yesterday to get a drink and a crunch of ice. She grabbed her cup and said, "Hey! What happened to my ice!?!"  Kenny and I looked at eat other and started laughing. She was a little annoyed that we didn't answer or fess up to stealing her ice. Finally I said, "It melted, Honey."  She looks at her cup all shocked and says, "What's melted mean?"  Ahh, a science lesson on phases of matter, the former teacher in me loves it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have any simple pleasures? Do you remember the first person to get a fancy new refrigerator with water and ice on the door?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3899478691882304822-2402027773367968248?l=itsjustmeangied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsjustmeangied.blogspot.com/feeds/2402027773367968248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itsjustmeangied.blogspot.com/2010/02/crushed-ice-simple-pleasure.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3899478691882304822/posts/default/2402027773367968248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3899478691882304822/posts/default/2402027773367968248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsjustmeangied.blogspot.com/2010/02/crushed-ice-simple-pleasure.html' title='Crushed Ice - A Simple Pleasure'/><author><name>Angie D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16414249220064046563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8KrDF-QWLs4/S16gbGIQviI/AAAAAAAAFsk/c5g8NTZqp_g/S220/New+Family.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3899478691882304822.post-626393462761418814</id><published>2010-02-15T16:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T16:15:55.909-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hudson'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aubrey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><title type='text'>Siblings</title><content type='html'>Last night we were having dinner together and sharing things we love about each other. Aubrey said she loves that I cook good food (go figure! Have you seen the girl eat?), she loves that Daddy "goes to work hard for us," and she loves that Buddy (AKA Hudson) smiles and plays toys. I was shocked; She had no trouble coming up with a couple things for each of us! This coming from a girl who says, "I don't know" every time I ask her what she did in school that day. Oh well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, when it was Kenny's turn he shared that he loves that Hudson gets the most excited when he walks in the door from work. The boy literally smiles so big that his whole body shakes with delight! Kenny then added that "Hudson stole Aubrey's role" since she used to be the most excited when he came home. At which point, Aubrey blurts out, "Hey, Hudson stop takin' my role!" We cracked up laughing, which made her say it again, of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's a nutshell for us right now. We swing the bipolar pendulum of loving our sibling and them fighting them for position. It's an amusing dance which makes me think of my Heavenly Father and how He loves us all so completely, equally, and without fail. I don't have to worry about jockeying for my position or an extra portion of favor or love! It blows my mind!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3899478691882304822-626393462761418814?l=itsjustmeangied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsjustmeangied.blogspot.com/feeds/626393462761418814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itsjustmeangied.blogspot.com/2010/02/siblings.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3899478691882304822/posts/default/626393462761418814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3899478691882304822/posts/default/626393462761418814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsjustmeangied.blogspot.com/2010/02/siblings.html' title='Siblings'/><author><name>Angie D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16414249220064046563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8KrDF-QWLs4/S16gbGIQviI/AAAAAAAAFsk/c5g8NTZqp_g/S220/New+Family.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3899478691882304822.post-7299332889872336451</id><published>2010-02-08T15:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T16:17:30.597-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quick and Easy, That's Me!</title><content type='html'>This post is about MEALS people. I have been on a mad hunt for cheap, easy, delicious meals for the last several months...something about adding another mouth to the mix to increase my desire for speed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, my goal it to take a couple proteins and then find different ways to use them so it doesn't feel like the same protein all the time. So far, it's been successful, but I don't have the world's pickiest eaters either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I begin by buying chicken and ground turkey from Costco. I don't buy the frozen breasts because they always seem dry to me and I hate thawing chicken before I can use it! I buy the Foster Farms Boneless, Skinless Chicken Breasts in the meat case where they come 2 breasts to a packet (a total of about 12 breasts for about 18 bucks.  I also buy the ground turkey that comes with 4 containers of about a pound or so each.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will keep the chicken in the refrigerator until a day or 2 before the expiration and then freeze what I haven't used yet. This keeps my meat ready to cook and then keep it from going to waste if I haven't used it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the meals I would make with the chicken to keep us from being bored with chicken:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basic Broiled Chicken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I broil&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;a generic seasoned chicken for use in several recipes that require cooked chicken. This one I use for Pollo Bowls, Chicken Pot Pies, Chicken Salad, etc...)&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;1. Season chicken with a generous amount of salt, pepper, onion powder, garlic powder and a little seasoned salt (I like Lawry's Seasoned Salt best)&lt;br /&gt;2. Broil on high for 7 minutes and turn over and broil another 7 minutes. This makes the most moist chicken. Always let the meat sit for a bit because it keeps cooking through. If you cut into the thickest part of the breast and see that it is still pink, broil it for another minute or two. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pollo Bowls &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I buy the Rice-a-Roni Whole Grain Spanish Rice mix when they go on sale. It's the only brown rice I like. I mix up the rice.&lt;br /&gt;2. Chop up some Basic Broiled Chicken (if I don't have some already cooked they I broil a couple seasoned chicken breasts on high for 7 minutes per side.) I ALWAYS MAKE EXTRA TO USE FOR ANOTHER MEAL.&lt;br /&gt;3. Couple cans of black beans heated up on the stove.&lt;br /&gt;4. Grated cheese (huge bag from Costco)&lt;br /&gt;5. Favorite Salsa (huge container from Costco)&lt;br /&gt;6. Sour Cream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Layer a scoop of rice, then beans, then chicken, cheese, salsa and sour cream in a bowl and enjoy. It's delicious, satisfies my craving for El Pollo Loco and it's healthier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Broiled Soy Sauce Chicken&lt;/span&gt; (Make extra for Chinese Chicken Salad Night)&lt;br /&gt;I soak some chicken breasts in straight soy sauce (green onion is good in it too) for about 15 minutes or so. I use that time to make vegetables, get rice cooking or change diapers and stop melt downs. After 15 minutes, I broil the chicken on high for 7 minutes turn it over and broil for another 7 minutes. Let the chicken rest a few minutes to continue to cooking through. It is so moist and yummy. If your breasts are really huge (lol), then you may need to broil longer to keep the fat part from being pink.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chicken Asparagus Roll Ups&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Blanch asparagus in some boiling water for 2 minutes, then remove to a bowl and toss with olive oil, salt and pepper.&lt;br /&gt;2. Make a sauce using: 3 Tbsp. apricot preserves or jam, 1 Tbsp. lemon juice, 1 tsp. olive oil. Set aside.&lt;br /&gt;3. Take boneless, skinless chicken breasts and either pound them thin or butterfly them. I butterfly because I don't want to wake my sleeping babe! Anyway, the point is thin chicken.&lt;br /&gt;3. Season the meat on both sides using salt and pepper.&lt;br /&gt;4. Take several asparagus and roll them up in the chicken and secure with 12 inch pieces of kitchen string or toothpicks.&lt;br /&gt;5. Brush roll ups with the prepared sauce.&lt;br /&gt;6. Broil for about 10 minutes flipping half way through until done. You can also baste with more sauce.&lt;br /&gt;*This can also be cooked on the grill, but I would soak the toothpicks in water for 20 minutes before use so they don't catch fire on the grill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Apricot Balsamic Chicken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saute pieces of chicken that were seasoned with salt and pepper, onion powder and garlic powder until cooked through. Add small jar of apricot preserves, 3 TBSP balsamic vinegar and some sliced green onion to the pan. Stir to heat, combine and coat the chicken. Serve over rice. (Thanks to Angie Winkler for this light and yummy recipe. Originally from Cooking Light)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chicken Pot Pie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1 (10-ounce) package frozen peas and carrots or 1 cup peas and  1/2 package of frozen Parisian carrots (Small balls of carrots)&lt;br /&gt;   1/3  cup butter&lt;br /&gt;   1/3 cup all-purpose flour&lt;br /&gt;   1/3 cup chopped  onions&lt;br /&gt;   1/2 teaspoon salt&lt;br /&gt;   1/4 teaspoon pepper&lt;br /&gt;   1 3/4  cups &lt;span class="il"&gt;chicken&lt;/span&gt; broth&lt;br /&gt;   2/3 cup milk&lt;br /&gt;   2  1/2 to 3 cups cut-up cooked &lt;span class="il"&gt;chicken&lt;/span&gt; or turkey (I  use a rotiserrie &lt;span class="il"&gt;chicken&lt;/span&gt; from Costco or whatever cooked chicken I have on hand)&lt;br /&gt;   Pastry  for 9-inch Two-Crust &lt;span class="il"&gt;Pie&lt;/span&gt; (I use Pillsbury Ready  Made &lt;span class="il"&gt;Pie&lt;/span&gt; Crust - in the Pillsbury Cookie  refrigerator case)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Rinse frozen peas  and carrots in cold water to separate; drain. (I put them in the  microwave with some seasoned salt and butter for a few minutes)&lt;br /&gt;2.  Remove &lt;span class="il"&gt;chicken&lt;/span&gt; breasts from &lt;span class="il"&gt;chicken&lt;/span&gt; and  cut into chunks. Melt butter in 2-quart saucepan over medium heat. Stir  in flour, onion, salt and pepper. Cook, stirring constantly, until  mixture is bubbly; remove from heat. Stir in broth and milk. Heat to  boiling, stirring constantly. Boil and stir 1 minute. Stir in &lt;span class="il"&gt;chicken&lt;/span&gt; and peas and carrots; remove from heat.&lt;br /&gt;3.  Heat oven to 425°.&lt;br /&gt;4. Unroll pastry and put into a &lt;span class="il"&gt;pie&lt;/span&gt; plate. Pour &lt;span class="il"&gt;chicken&lt;/span&gt;  mixture into pastry-lined pan.&lt;br /&gt;5. Place remaining pastry on top  of &lt;span class="il"&gt;pie&lt;/span&gt;. Cut out designs with 1-inch cookie  cutter or slices with a knife. Turn edges of pastry under and flute.&lt;br /&gt;6.  Bake about 35 minutes or until golden brown. (I usually go 25 minutes  or so).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chinese Chicken Salad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Greens&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Mandarin Oranges&lt;br /&gt;Top Ramen Noodles (crunched up, fun for the kids to do - use a ziploc bag cuz the packages explode!)&lt;br /&gt;Cilantro (optional)&lt;br /&gt;Feast From the East Sesame Dressing (available at Costco in CA)&lt;br /&gt;Leftover Soy Sauce Chicken&lt;br /&gt;Mix together and enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BBQ Chicken Pizza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I make my own pizza dough and use Basic Broiled Chicken, cheese, shredded carrots, cilantro and BBQ sauce to make a delish pizza. Bake at 425 for 15 minutes or until melted and golden crust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mexican Rice with Chicken &amp;amp; Peas &amp;amp; Beans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1/4 c. oil&lt;br /&gt;2 c. uncooked rice&lt;br /&gt;1 8oz. can of tomato sauce&lt;br /&gt;4 cups chicken broth (or water)&lt;br /&gt;1 1/2 tsp. salt&lt;br /&gt;garlic powder, onion powder, chili powder (if you want it spicy)&lt;br /&gt;Cooked chicken&lt;br /&gt;frozen peas&lt;br /&gt;can of beans. I use kidney or black&lt;br /&gt;1. Heat oil over medium heat in a large saute pan.&lt;br /&gt;2. Add rice and cook, stirring, until rice turns white and very lightly brown.&lt;br /&gt;3. Remove from heat and stir in tomato sauce. It will splatter and sputter, so be careful. Stir well.&lt;br /&gt;4. Stir in broth and return to heat. Bring to bubbling. Cover and reduce heat to low.&lt;br /&gt;5. Cook for 15 minutes or until most of the liquid is absorbed.&lt;br /&gt;6. Add cooked chicken pieces, thawed peas, and drained beans. Add seasonings to your liking. Stir well.&lt;br /&gt;7. Continue to cook on low for about 5 minutes to allow for ingredients to heat through and liquid to absorb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Turkey Meals:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asian Lettuce Wraps&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="border-collapse: collapse; white-space: pre;"&gt;Sauce: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="border-collapse: collapse; white-space: pre;"&gt;1/4 Cup soy sauce&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="border-collapse: collapse; white-space: pre;"&gt;4 teaspoons fish sauce (doesn't taste or&lt;br /&gt;smell like fish!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="border-collapse: collapse; white-space: pre;"&gt;4 teaspoons sugar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="border-collapse: collapse; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="border-collapse: collapse; white-space: pre;"&gt;Meat:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial,  sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="border-collapse: collapse; white-space: pre;"&gt;1/4&lt;br /&gt;Cup soy sauce&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="border-collapse: collapse; white-space: pre;"&gt;4 teaspoons fish sauce (doesn't taste or&lt;br /&gt;smell like fish!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="border-collapse: collapse; white-space: pre;"&gt;4 teaspoons rice vinegar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="border-collapse: collapse; white-space: pre;"&gt;1 Tbl oil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="border-collapse: collapse; white-space: pre;"&gt;1 large shallot (I used 1/2 sweet onion,&lt;br /&gt;finely diced cuz i didn't have a shallot)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="border-collapse: collapse; white-space: pre;"&gt;2 Tbl minced, peeled fresh ginger (I used 2&lt;br /&gt;pinches of powdered ginger cuz i didn't have fresh)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="border-collapse: collapse; white-space: pre;"&gt;2 garlic cloves, minced (I used 1/4 tsp.&lt;br /&gt;garlic powder cuz i didn't have fresh)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="border-collapse: collapse; white-space: pre;"&gt;1 small jalapeno, seeded and finely chopped&lt;br /&gt;(i used half a medium jalapeno)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="border-collapse: collapse; white-space: pre;"&gt;1 lb ground &lt;span class="il"&gt;turkey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(you could use ground pork too)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="border-collapse: collapse; white-space: pre;"&gt;2 large heads of Bibb, Boston or Iceberg&lt;br /&gt;lettuce&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="border-collapse: collapse; white-space: pre;"&gt;Cilantro for garnish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="border-collapse: collapse; white-space: pre;"&gt;Shredded carrots for garnish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="border-collapse: collapse; white-space: pre;"&gt;1. In a small bowl,&lt;br /&gt;combine soy sauce, fish sauce, and sugar and stir until sugar&lt;br /&gt;dissolves. Set sauce aside. In another small bowl, combine soy sauce,&lt;br /&gt;fish sauce and rice vinegar and set aside to add to meat when it's&lt;br /&gt;cooking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="border-collapse: collapse; white-space: pre;"&gt;2. Heat a large skillet or wok over high&lt;br /&gt;until hot. Add oil and swirl to coat skillet. Add shallot, ginger,&lt;br /&gt;garlic, and jalapeno and stir until fragrant, about 30 seconds. Add &lt;span class="il"&gt;turkey&lt;/span&gt; and cook, breaking up meat with wooden spoon&lt;br /&gt;until almost cooked though, 5 minutes. Add soy sauce and vinegar&lt;br /&gt;mixture. Stir until meat is cooked through. Serve in lettuce leaves with&lt;br /&gt;spoonful of sauce, shredded carrots and some cilantro. YUMMY!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Basic Seasoned Turkey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; When I make my turkey that I buy in bulk. I often cook a bunch and season it so I can use it in other things. It saves me time and is always yummy.&lt;br /&gt;Ground turkey&lt;br /&gt;Salt and pepper&lt;br /&gt;Onion Powder&lt;br /&gt;Garlic Powder&lt;br /&gt;Worcestershire sauce (A good sprinkling all over)&lt;br /&gt;Chili Powder (If you like spicy)&lt;br /&gt;Brown the meat with these seasonings then drain any fat. I store it in my fridge or freezer for the following recipes&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turkey Lettuce Tacos (AKA Exploding Tacos)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basic seasoned turkey&lt;br /&gt;Taco fixins&lt;br /&gt;Iceberg lettuce of Butter or Boston Lettuce for lettuce cups. I use Iceberg cuz it's cheap at Costco.&lt;br /&gt;Put some meat in a lettuce cup and all the other stuff you like in a taco. It's fresh and delicious. Sometimes they explode a little, but we just use a fork then to eat what drops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Spaghetti Sauce for Pasta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Add seasoned turkey meat to jarred sauce for an instant meat sauce that it very hearty. You can make it really thick and use it as a Sloppy Joe too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Turkey and Bean Burritos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Add cooked turkey to refried beans. Wrap meat/bean mixture in a tortilla with cheese, salsa and sour cream. Yum. If you feel like pan frying them in a little oil, then you have instant chimichangas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phew! That was a lot of typing. Now that my wrists are hurting, I will sign off until another day. Tonight's menu is Chicken Roll Ups so I better get cracking. Oh wait, it's only 4:16pm and Kenny doesn't get home til 6 or later. Guess I have plenty of time to kill before dinner needs to be made. Maybe a walk is in order since the illusive sun is shining here in cloudy Washington!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3899478691882304822-7299332889872336451?l=itsjustmeangied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsjustmeangied.blogspot.com/feeds/7299332889872336451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itsjustmeangied.blogspot.com/2010/02/quick-and-easy-thats-me.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3899478691882304822/posts/default/7299332889872336451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3899478691882304822/posts/default/7299332889872336451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsjustmeangied.blogspot.com/2010/02/quick-and-easy-thats-me.html' title='Quick and Easy, That&apos;s Me!'/><author><name>Angie D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16414249220064046563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8KrDF-QWLs4/S16gbGIQviI/AAAAAAAAFsk/c5g8NTZqp_g/S220/New+Family.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3899478691882304822.post-718428478291112018</id><published>2010-01-26T00:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T00:18:28.606-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bible'/><title type='text'>Lovely</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/61wS59p7doL._SL500_AA240_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 240px;" src="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/61wS59p7doL._SL500_AA240_.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aubrey was given &lt;i&gt;The Jesus Storybook Bible&lt;/i&gt; for Christmas from Nana and Papa. Let me just say, it is an amazing kids Bible! I wasn't sure I would like it because it's a summary of Bible stories rather than the actual wording from the Bible, though it does have quotes from actual scripture. I was SO wrong! I heart this Bible. It tells each story through the lens of the redeeming work of Jesus. Every passage points to Jesus, God's love for His people and how He has reached down to save us throughout history.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I was reading to Aubrey from one of the first passages, I was struck by a simple statement that is truly at the heart of what I hope to teach Aubrey through her childhood, teen years and into adulthood. It said in reference to creation and God calling his creation good that, "We are lovely because He loved us." Simple, right? And yet it's taken my whole life to learn it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We live in a society of achievements, of earning one's place, of pulling yourself up by your boot straps (Whatever that means). I have the tendency to try to earn my approval from God, to have to live up to my service or leadership. All of my striving are filthy rags to Him. I am lovely because HE LOVES ME! I am saved because HE SAVED ME! I am changed because HE CHANGED and CHANGES ME, not because of my supposed "works of righteousness."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's a simple concept and yet I fail at living in it every day. My goal with my kids is that they would know they are lovely and saved ONLY because of the shed blood of Christ and the Father's continual arms reaching out to save them! Lord, may it be so!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8KrDF-QWLs4/S16k3jt6hCI/AAAAAAAAFtE/MG41layz9YY/s1600-h/Aubrey+%26+Hudson.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8KrDF-QWLs4/S16k3jt6hCI/AAAAAAAAFtE/MG41layz9YY/s320/Aubrey+%26+Hudson.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430959475042976802" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3899478691882304822-718428478291112018?l=itsjustmeangied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsjustmeangied.blogspot.com/feeds/718428478291112018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itsjustmeangied.blogspot.com/2010/01/lovely.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3899478691882304822/posts/default/718428478291112018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3899478691882304822/posts/default/718428478291112018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsjustmeangied.blogspot.com/2010/01/lovely.html' title='Lovely'/><author><name>Angie D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16414249220064046563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8KrDF-QWLs4/S16gbGIQviI/AAAAAAAAFsk/c5g8NTZqp_g/S220/New+Family.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8KrDF-QWLs4/S16k3jt6hCI/AAAAAAAAFtE/MG41layz9YY/s72-c/Aubrey+%26+Hudson.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3899478691882304822.post-1176879456416324014</id><published>2009-12-15T22:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T10:39:45.551-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aubrey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Could Be Worse!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8KrDF-QWLs4/Syh_tCirhII/AAAAAAAAFrQ/FJgmIDhLQ-M/s1600-h/photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8KrDF-QWLs4/Syh6oniABoI/AAAAAAAAFrI/LasoRS7kFsQ/s1600-h/13056_207606602546_574952546_3663355_2899953_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8KrDF-QWLs4/Syh6oniABoI/AAAAAAAAFrI/LasoRS7kFsQ/s320/13056_207606602546_574952546_3663355_2899953_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415713390137968258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Guess who the  nose picker kid belongs to? Thankfully, Aubrey wasn't the little girl next to her who lifted her dress up to the sky showing off her undergarments and belly! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tonight was Aubrey's Christmas Concert for her preschool. I am telling you that stand-up comedy is not as funny as this concert! We were laughing the entire program and so were all the other people in the audience. There was a crazy kid who kept dancing the robot and armpit farting; a REALLY tall spazzy girl who kept jumping up to try to touch the microphone; some kids who didn't sing but sobbed; some who had total blank looks on their faces the entire time; and some who kept doing Blue Steel looks for their families that were waving at them in the audience. It was a hilarious night! I even met someone who doesn't have kids in the school but they go to the show because it's always funny!  LOVED IT!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BUT, on a sad note. Aubrey was very excited about getting to wear her fancy dress. I even asked her if she'd like for me to curl her hair. She said, "Oh yes, and I think I should wear my fancy shoes." So, this afternoon after nap time I curl her hair. I did a GOOD job too. I sectioned it all out, used hairspray before and after I did each curl. She look beautiful, more beautiful that she has even looked in her young life!  As I'm looking at her with such awe, I tell her, "Since this is a special occasion, you can wear some perfume." Pssshht, I spray some RIGHT IN HER EYE!!!  What a loser of a mom! She immediately starts screaming and crying that she can't see and her eye is hurting. She's rubbing it like crazy. It's turning red and puffy. Then she realizes that she also got some in her mouth and starts gagging like she's about to puke. AND WHAT DO I SAY? "Don't puke on your dress or in your pretty hair!!!" It was one of those out of body moments where I could look down on myself and this scene and shake my head at myself. Of all the things I could or should have said, I picked the most vain one! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of course, I change my tune and start apologizing like crazy and trying to relieve her pain. After about 15-20 minutes, she calms down, but it still unable to keep her eyes open for very long. BUT, I want a picture of this gorgeous hair so I make her stand in front of the Christmas tree and smile. The light hurts her wounded little eyes, so I tell her to "smile pretty and keep your eyes closed."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8KrDF-QWLs4/Syh_tCirhII/AAAAAAAAFrQ/FJgmIDhLQ-M/s320/photo.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415718963666191490" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3899478691882304822-1176879456416324014?l=itsjustmeangied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsjustmeangied.blogspot.com/feeds/1176879456416324014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itsjustmeangied.blogspot.com/2009/12/could-be-worse.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3899478691882304822/posts/default/1176879456416324014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3899478691882304822/posts/default/1176879456416324014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsjustmeangied.blogspot.com/2009/12/could-be-worse.html' title='Could Be Worse!'/><author><name>Angie D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16414249220064046563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8KrDF-QWLs4/S16gbGIQviI/AAAAAAAAFsk/c5g8NTZqp_g/S220/New+Family.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8KrDF-QWLs4/Syh6oniABoI/AAAAAAAAFrI/LasoRS7kFsQ/s72-c/13056_207606602546_574952546_3663355_2899953_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3899478691882304822.post-1202387249554259521</id><published>2009-12-14T23:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T00:02:39.136-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Worship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aubrey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Fa La La La</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8KrDF-QWLs4/SydCdEOdCWI/AAAAAAAAFq4/Q1e5gvAQlLQ/s1600-h/IMG_1439.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8KrDF-QWLs4/SydCdEOdCWI/AAAAAAAAFq4/Q1e5gvAQlLQ/s320/IMG_1439.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415370144054315362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow night is my first Christmas "program" as a mom. Aubrey's school is having a Christmas concert and she has been singing the songs for  weeks now. One of my greatest joys is listening to my daughter sing, especially praises to our Father! I'm sure the concert will be a little lame and not professional in any way, but I am beyond excited to sit and listen to the kids raise their little voices.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My excitement got me thinking about how much God must swoon when we sing praises to Him! I worry all too much about how I sound when I sing. If the song is too high, then I won't sing, but kids will sing anything. Even when Aubrey sings song off key or wrong words or the wrong tune, I love it. How much more does my Father in Heaven love it when I sing praises to Him! I am convicted. Convicted to sing with abandon without fussing over how it sounds and with a heart full of love!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love being a parent. It teaches me so much about being a child of God!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3899478691882304822-1202387249554259521?l=itsjustmeangied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsjustmeangied.blogspot.com/feeds/1202387249554259521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itsjustmeangied.blogspot.com/2009/12/fa-la-la-la.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3899478691882304822/posts/default/1202387249554259521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3899478691882304822/posts/default/1202387249554259521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsjustmeangied.blogspot.com/2009/12/fa-la-la-la.html' title='Fa La La La'/><author><name>Angie D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16414249220064046563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8KrDF-QWLs4/S16gbGIQviI/AAAAAAAAFsk/c5g8NTZqp_g/S220/New+Family.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8KrDF-QWLs4/SydCdEOdCWI/AAAAAAAAFq4/Q1e5gvAQlLQ/s72-c/IMG_1439.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3899478691882304822.post-6561730527894128460</id><published>2009-12-13T23:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T00:06:20.830-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby Jesus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Baby Jesus Rolls</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8KrDF-QWLs4/SydDa03XXII/AAAAAAAAFrA/V8vEEyGJBJM/s1600-h/67542.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 140px; height: 140px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8KrDF-QWLs4/SydDa03XXII/AAAAAAAAFrA/V8vEEyGJBJM/s320/67542.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415371205082832002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, I know. Sounds cheesy, but it's just another way that I'm trying to help Aubrey remember the story of Jesus' birth. Our Baby Jesus Rolls were basically Crescent Roll Pigs in a Blanket made with Turkey Lit'l Smokies. (I can't wait to make Resurrection Rolls at Easter)! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We called the dough "swaddling cloths" and the Smokies were our little baby Jesus. Aubrey kept saying, "Hurry, He's freezing. We need to wrap Him up." I think she gets the idea! Mary had a new little baby and he needed to be warm and swaddled. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Having had a baby boy not so long ago, it blows my mind to think about how Mary must have felt. A new, first-time mom to the King of Kings, her Savior, the long anticipated Messiah! She swaddled a miraculous bundle of expectation. I wonder if she ever lost it while trying to navigate her new role as a mom or was it easier to remain patient and gentle because He was the God of the Universe? I wonder if she obsessed about doing everything the right way or the best way because she was raising the Prince of Peace. I think about how thrilling it is to see my son look into my eyes and smile that reckless abandon smile of his and I think it must have felt even more indescribable for Mary to see that same smile from her Savior!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How would my relationship with the Lord be different if I thought about His love for me like the way Hudson "loves" me? Minus the normal baby needs stuff, Hudson always smiles at me like I'm the greatest experience of his life. I realize that I need to think about the Lord's love for me this way. Instead of thinking of His love like one of those old scales where the 2 sides go up and down depending on which side has more, I need to picture His love for me every time I see Hudson smile!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3899478691882304822-6561730527894128460?l=itsjustmeangied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsjustmeangied.blogspot.com/feeds/6561730527894128460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itsjustmeangied.blogspot.com/2009/12/baby-jesus-rolls.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3899478691882304822/posts/default/6561730527894128460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3899478691882304822/posts/default/6561730527894128460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsjustmeangied.blogspot.com/2009/12/baby-jesus-rolls.html' title='Baby Jesus Rolls'/><author><name>Angie D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16414249220064046563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8KrDF-QWLs4/S16gbGIQviI/AAAAAAAAFsk/c5g8NTZqp_g/S220/New+Family.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8KrDF-QWLs4/SydDa03XXII/AAAAAAAAFrA/V8vEEyGJBJM/s72-c/67542.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3899478691882304822.post-5079497279251265536</id><published>2009-12-13T01:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T02:07:28.605-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Santa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cookies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='missional'/><title type='text'>Missional Santas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8KrDF-QWLs4/SyS5FqdM0iI/AAAAAAAAFqc/s-dc1yJo-6s/s1600-h/IMG_1443.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8KrDF-QWLs4/SyS5FqdM0iI/AAAAAAAAFqc/s-dc1yJo-6s/s320/IMG_1443.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414656158953427490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here are my Missional Santas on parade. "What's that?" you say, "Isn't Santa really just Satan spelled funny?" Guess again, Friend. You see a bunch of ladies from the North Region of Mars Hill Bellevue are getting together for a Cookie Share on Monday night. We will all bring several dozen cookies and then swap them so we have a variety. Then we'll place our cookies in decorated boxes so we can deliver them to our neighbors or friends.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, why Santa? Because it's a darn cute cookie that I had fun making and because it's memorable. I don't have much contact with my neighbors and I'm really excited to give them boxes of cookies this year. My hope is to be memorable and begin building relationships in an effort to shine the Truth of the Gospel. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't maintain the lie that Santa is alive or real and I really hate that he takes the thunder from our celebration of Jesus' arrival! However, he's a part of the culture of the world around us and I intend to use that culture for building bridges with people and not walls around myself and my family. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, little Santas, go forth and open the door of friendship with my neighbors.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3899478691882304822-5079497279251265536?l=itsjustmeangied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsjustmeangied.blogspot.com/feeds/5079497279251265536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itsjustmeangied.blogspot.com/2009/12/missional-santas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3899478691882304822/posts/default/5079497279251265536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3899478691882304822/posts/default/5079497279251265536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsjustmeangied.blogspot.com/2009/12/missional-santas.html' title='Missional Santas'/><author><name>Angie D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16414249220064046563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8KrDF-QWLs4/S16gbGIQviI/AAAAAAAAFsk/c5g8NTZqp_g/S220/New+Family.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8KrDF-QWLs4/SyS5FqdM0iI/AAAAAAAAFqc/s-dc1yJo-6s/s72-c/IMG_1443.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3899478691882304822.post-7607279766509554443</id><published>2009-12-13T00:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T00:50:17.481-08:00</updated><title type='text'>To Blog or Not to Blog</title><content type='html'>That is the question! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is now my second attempt at maintaining a blog. My original blog was only used for the purpose of documenting my kids adorableness for our family who live near and far, particularly the far ones. I kept it up for a few months, but then lost my camera cord for the computer making uploading photos a real pain in the butt. At the time I thought a blog was strictly for showing photos of my kids. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward now to the 12 or so blogs that I read on a weekly basis and I've come to realize blogging is so much more. It's a window into the soul, well, it can be. I have learned, been challenged and laughed while reading these blogs, in addition to gushing over my friends and their adorable kids!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here goes nothing. Blog take 2.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3899478691882304822-7607279766509554443?l=itsjustmeangied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsjustmeangied.blogspot.com/feeds/7607279766509554443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itsjustmeangied.blogspot.com/2009/12/to-blog-or-not-to-blog.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3899478691882304822/posts/default/7607279766509554443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3899478691882304822/posts/default/7607279766509554443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsjustmeangied.blogspot.com/2009/12/to-blog-or-not-to-blog.html' title='To Blog or Not to Blog'/><author><name>Angie D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16414249220064046563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8KrDF-QWLs4/S16gbGIQviI/AAAAAAAAFsk/c5g8NTZqp_g/S220/New+Family.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
