<?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-5811086799993742857</id><updated>2012-02-16T21:11:05.044-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Durgan Daily Dose</title><subtitle type='html'>"It is no slight thing, when those so fresh from God...love us."
       
 Pictured below is Makayla's hand in her mama's hand.  Thanks, LaDonna, Candid Memories Photography (www.candidmemories.net).</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pdurgan.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811086799993742857/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pdurgan.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Catrena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11211887688900509637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>38</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5811086799993742857.post-1892954780219205303</id><published>2008-02-14T19:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T19:46:31.736-06:00</updated><title type='text'>County Romantics</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Three More Love Stories Worthy of Sharing"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of weeks ago I entered "our story" in our local newspaper. They were searching for the most romantic couples in Clinton County. We did not win first place, but our story was worthy of mention and we were acknowledged in today's newspaper. If you're interested in reading the article, click on the link below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the post directly below, I included more excerpts from the "story" that I submitted. It was a nice surprise to open the newspaper today and see it recognized there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://ftimes.com/main.asp?SectionID=88&amp;amp;SubSectionID=244&amp;amp;ArticleID=43537"&gt;http://ftimes.com/main.asp?SectionID=88&amp;amp;SubSectionID=244&amp;amp;ArticleID=43537&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5811086799993742857-1892954780219205303?l=pdurgan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pdurgan.blogspot.com/feeds/1892954780219205303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5811086799993742857&amp;postID=1892954780219205303' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811086799993742857/posts/default/1892954780219205303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811086799993742857/posts/default/1892954780219205303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pdurgan.blogspot.com/2008/02/county-romantics_14.html' title='County Romantics'/><author><name>Catrena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11211887688900509637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5811086799993742857.post-4392976546922134354</id><published>2008-02-14T19:32:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T19:38:26.800-06:00</updated><title type='text'>County Romantics</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Three More Love Stories Worthy of Sharing"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of weeks ago I entered "our story" in our local newspaper.  They were searching for the most romantic couples in Clinton County.  We did not win first place, but our story was worthy of mention and we were acknowledged in today's newspaper.  If you're interested in reading the article, click on the link below. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the post directly below, I included more excerpts from the "story" that I submitted.  It was a nice surprise to open the newspaper today and see it recognized there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://ftimes.com/main.asp?SectionID=88&amp;amp;SubSectionID=244&amp;amp;ArticleID=43537"&gt;http://ftimes.com/main.asp?SectionID=88&amp;amp;SubSectionID=244&amp;amp;ArticleID=43537&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5811086799993742857-4392976546922134354?l=pdurgan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pdurgan.blogspot.com/feeds/4392976546922134354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5811086799993742857&amp;postID=4392976546922134354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811086799993742857/posts/default/4392976546922134354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811086799993742857/posts/default/4392976546922134354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pdurgan.blogspot.com/2008/02/county-romantics.html' title='County Romantics'/><author><name>Catrena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11211887688900509637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5811086799993742857.post-8495844225578867428</id><published>2007-10-26T05:43:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T22:33:41.579-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Does Anyone Know This Kid?</title><content type='html'>Last night we went to the Dollar Tree and Jonathan took his dollar along.  He purchased some "pirate" gear, and after we got home, he had to model it for us.  As you can see, he added some "extras", like the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;bandanna&lt;/span&gt; and the parrot.  He hardly looks like the same kid.  Anyway, he had fun, and I'm sure we have not seen the last of this get-up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wiDmY047cvk/RyHFSM7aa3I/AAAAAAAAATU/rHM6WQAxExw/s1600-h/IMG_2320.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125594767423073138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wiDmY047cvk/RyHFSM7aa3I/AAAAAAAAATU/rHM6WQAxExw/s320/IMG_2320.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Also, I took this picture of the puppies yesterday, and just couldn't resist the post.&lt;br /&gt;This weekend looks to be busy.  Cleaning and answering phone calls about the puppies (the ad comes out today), company tonight, celebrating Paul's birthday, and the rest of the weekend will be spent doing more of the same, I'm sure (his birthday is Sunday).  Hope everyone has a good day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wiDmY047cvk/RyHFH87aa2I/AAAAAAAAATM/o5EquscWFIo/s1600-h/IMG_2318.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125594591329413986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wiDmY047cvk/RyHFH87aa2I/AAAAAAAAATM/o5EquscWFIo/s320/IMG_2318.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5811086799993742857-8495844225578867428?l=pdurgan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pdurgan.blogspot.com/feeds/8495844225578867428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5811086799993742857&amp;postID=8495844225578867428' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811086799993742857/posts/default/8495844225578867428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811086799993742857/posts/default/8495844225578867428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pdurgan.blogspot.com/2007/10/does-anyone-know-this-kid.html' title='Does Anyone Know This Kid?'/><author><name>Catrena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11211887688900509637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wiDmY047cvk/RyHFSM7aa3I/AAAAAAAAATU/rHM6WQAxExw/s72-c/IMG_2320.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5811086799993742857.post-2541349648785484601</id><published>2007-10-23T23:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T22:33:43.072-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy Week!</title><content type='html'>This week has been a lot of fun, but extremely busy.  Last Wednesday my in-laws arrived.  They haven't been to Indiana to visit since February.  Their visit was long overdue, and we've had a wonderful time.  Thursday was the usual school, violin lesson, etc., and that evening our school had a fundraising chili supper.  So that day went by quickly.  On Friday, we had invited some friends of ours over for supper, so the day was spent doing the usual, plus cleaning and cooking and getting ready for guests.  On Saturday, my in-laws celebrated their 45th wedding anniversary.  So they wanted to do something different and go somewhere they hadn't been before.  We made our way to West Lafayette to visit Historic Prophetstown.  There is a state park there, and a pioneer working farm.  They have lots of neat "hands on" things for the kids to do and things to explore.  Below is four of our family squeezed into an old Model T.  Danae wasn't with us, she was at a friend's birthday party, and Makayla was securely fastened in the stroller (for about the 100th time).  So we opted to do the four of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wiDmY047cvk/Rx7Ilr3fenI/AAAAAAAAATE/GTbm7Xeri5M/s1600-h/IMG_2288.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124753975750392434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wiDmY047cvk/Rx7Ilr3fenI/AAAAAAAAATE/GTbm7Xeri5M/s320/IMG_2288.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is my mother-in-law playing the piano like she's never played before.  Jonathan, over in the corner, is playing with an old phonograph. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wiDmY047cvk/Rx7IXb3femI/AAAAAAAAAS8/l3jMYG7E36I/s1600-h/IMG_2286.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124753730937256546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wiDmY047cvk/Rx7IXb3femI/AAAAAAAAAS8/l3jMYG7E36I/s320/IMG_2286.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Then outside, Jonathan was so proud of himself.  He was able to catch one of the chickens that was running around.  He and Jeffrey came running over to show us, and Jeffrey declared that they had "caught our supper".    We had a great time, and it was enjoyed by all.  We went to the Olive Garden for supper to celebrate the big anniversary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wiDmY047cvk/Rx7II73felI/AAAAAAAAAS0/3jrmAUj6ARU/s1600-h/IMG_2289.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124753481829153362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wiDmY047cvk/Rx7II73felI/AAAAAAAAAS0/3jrmAUj6ARU/s320/IMG_2289.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Next, well, I just have to post this picture of my father-in-law.  He and I get along great, and we love to pick on one another.  He is the one who called from NY one day and told me that "he was having trouble getting on my glob" (he meant blog).  I laughed so hard at him.  He's the same person who called a jacuzzi a "cachoosie".  Anyway, Saturday evening we stopped to get Danae from the birthday party, and they invited us to stay a while.  The host fixed my father-in-law a cup of coffee.  I came around the corner to see him sitting on the couch with this coffee cup in his hand.  It says "Double Bubble" on it.  I died laughing, and couldn't resist taking his picture.  I love him dearly, he is a wonderful grandpa to our children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wiDmY047cvk/Rx7H7L3fekI/AAAAAAAAASs/y__JTcxXhu8/s1600-h/IMG_2291.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124753245605952066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wiDmY047cvk/Rx7H7L3fekI/AAAAAAAAASs/y__JTcxXhu8/s320/IMG_2291.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; On Sunday, the grandparents wanted recent pictures with the grandchildren, so we did that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wiDmY047cvk/Rx7Htr3fejI/AAAAAAAAASk/xIhpRt3aeus/s1600-h/IMG_2294.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124753013677718066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wiDmY047cvk/Rx7Htr3fejI/AAAAAAAAASk/xIhpRt3aeus/s320/IMG_2294.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And we figured we might as well do a family one then too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wiDmY047cvk/Rx7Hf73feiI/AAAAAAAAASc/74ZSUYyOjmY/s1600-h/IMG_2297.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124752777454516770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wiDmY047cvk/Rx7Hf73feiI/AAAAAAAAASc/74ZSUYyOjmY/s320/IMG_2297.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Monday we went shopping and ran the roads.  Paul's dad put new brakes on Paul's car, and we had some nice "visit" time in the evening.  Today we went to Kokomo to meet some of my mother-in-laws family for lunch, and got back in time to pick up the children, run them to piano lesson, put a pot of soup on for supper, change the oil in the van, help with homework, run an errand, put the children to bed, visit for a while, fall into bed, and then not be able to sleep (it's 12:39 a.m.)  Anyway, tomorrow they head back to NY.  It's been great to have them here, and we hate see them go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The puppies are getting big, and have made their new home outside.  Tomorrow I place the ad in the paper to start taking deposits on them.  They're really cute, and I'm sure their pictures will probably appear here another time or two before they all find new homes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wiDmY047cvk/Rx7HSr3fehI/AAAAAAAAASU/00MN6eW9oZA/s1600-h/IMG_2299_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124752549821250066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wiDmY047cvk/Rx7HSr3fehI/AAAAAAAAASU/00MN6eW9oZA/s320/IMG_2299_2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tonight while I was out running my errand, the sunset was one of the most beautiful that I have ever seen.  I reached over and turned the radio off, and just thanked the Lord for His reminder of His love and His goodness.  Tears came to my eyes as I was reminded that He cares so much about me that He would take the time to create such a breathtaking site for me to enjoy.  Our God is Awesome.  Revel in His goodness today. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wiDmY047cvk/Rx7HB73fegI/AAAAAAAAASM/D_DRALvyvT8/s1600-h/IMG_2305.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124752262058441218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wiDmY047cvk/Rx7HB73fegI/AAAAAAAAASM/D_DRALvyvT8/s320/IMG_2305.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5811086799993742857-2541349648785484601?l=pdurgan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pdurgan.blogspot.com/feeds/2541349648785484601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5811086799993742857&amp;postID=2541349648785484601' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811086799993742857/posts/default/2541349648785484601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811086799993742857/posts/default/2541349648785484601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pdurgan.blogspot.com/2007/10/busy-week.html' title='Busy Week!'/><author><name>Catrena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11211887688900509637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wiDmY047cvk/Rx7Ilr3fenI/AAAAAAAAATE/GTbm7Xeri5M/s72-c/IMG_2288.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5811086799993742857.post-4805374245915659715</id><published>2007-10-17T21:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T22:33:45.008-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I know, I know...</title><content type='html'>...it's been FOREVER since I blogged.  Sorry.  It just seems things have been so hectic that I haven't had time to blog or read anyone &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;else's&lt;/span&gt; blog either.  Anyway, two weekends ago we went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;UBC&lt;/span&gt; to attend the annual Old Fashioned day.  The weather was HOT and miserable.  It was hard to believe that it was 90 degrees in October (must be that global warming thing).  One of the activities that I enjoyed watching was the "Pie in the Face" booth.  Bro. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Glick&lt;/span&gt; was the first on the list.  Here you'll see Jeremy Fish getting.....READY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wiDmY047cvk/RxbJaSB7pkI/AAAAAAAAASE/__9yjevJVZ8/s1600-h/IMG_2265.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122503079534241346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wiDmY047cvk/RxbJaSB7pkI/AAAAAAAAASE/__9yjevJVZ8/s320/IMG_2265.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; SET...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wiDmY047cvk/RxbJQSB7pjI/AAAAAAAAAR8/FbUeIywQo98/s1600-h/IMG_2266.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122502907735549490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wiDmY047cvk/RxbJQSB7pjI/AAAAAAAAAR8/FbUeIywQo98/s320/IMG_2266.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; CREAM!!!!!!!!!!!!!  If you paid $5.00, instead of $1.00 you could stand up close and just "smear".  It was quite interesting.   Some people had quite a time.  (Are you ok, Bro. Glick, under all that cream?  Can you even breathe?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wiDmY047cvk/RxbJESB7piI/AAAAAAAAAR0/J2Qd5VBXN1M/s1600-h/IMG_2267.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122502701577119266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wiDmY047cvk/RxbJESB7piI/AAAAAAAAAR0/J2Qd5VBXN1M/s320/IMG_2267.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Talk about an "ear full".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wiDmY047cvk/RxbIyyB7phI/AAAAAAAAARs/I7jAVo-CE7Y/s1600-h/IMG_2268.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122502400929408530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wiDmY047cvk/RxbIyyB7phI/AAAAAAAAARs/I7jAVo-CE7Y/s320/IMG_2268.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Anyway, it was quite crowded, and too hot to eat under the tent, so we had "dinner on the ground" in the shade of the van parked next to ours.  It was a real nice day, and we got to see lots of friends that we only see in a blue moon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wiDmY047cvk/RxbIkyB7pgI/AAAAAAAAARk/5H05_ehh8aE/s1600-h/IMG_2270.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122502160411239938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wiDmY047cvk/RxbIkyB7pgI/AAAAAAAAARk/5H05_ehh8aE/s320/IMG_2270.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sunday night after our jaunt to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;UBC&lt;/span&gt; on Saturday, I started with terrible back pain.  Needless to say, I was down in my back for a good part of the week.  On Tuesday I kept Jonathan home from school to help me with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Makayla&lt;/span&gt; because I was not able to lift her.  (Sorry...no picture to post of the ailing mama.)  Anyway, I was able to go to a massage therapist on Tuesday, and she worked wonders for me.  I am doing much better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also, this week one of my long time friend's brother was killed in a "freak" accident on Wednesday night.  He was a police officer with the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Shelbyville&lt;/span&gt; Police Department.  This has been a very difficult time for all of the family.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This past Saturday our family attended "The Feast of the Hunter's Moon".  It is a annual festival that is held about 30 minutes from us.  It is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;reminiscent&lt;/span&gt; of the days of the early settlers.  It was very interesting, and a neat experience for all of us.  They had several drum and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;bugle&lt;/span&gt; corps there, as well as war &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;reenactments&lt;/span&gt;.  Lots of people dressed in attire from that era.  Here is a picture of one of the "battles" in progress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wiDmY047cvk/RxbISSB7pfI/AAAAAAAAARc/_iF52iPPUks/s1600-h/IMG_2277.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122501842583660018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wiDmY047cvk/RxbISSB7pfI/AAAAAAAAARc/_iF52iPPUks/s320/IMG_2277.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I thought this little wagon and little girl was so cute.  Couldn't resist the Kodak moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wiDmY047cvk/RxbIEiB7peI/AAAAAAAAARU/ELu3n_dNLlI/s1600-h/IMG_2273.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122501606360458722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wiDmY047cvk/RxbIEiB7peI/AAAAAAAAARU/ELu3n_dNLlI/s320/IMG_2273.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Then this week I have been busy taking care of 11 puppies (we lost one), getting ready for company (my in-laws arrived today for a week), and coordinating a large event that is planned to take place in a couple of weeks.  Right now I'm feeling a little swamped and somewhat overwhelmed.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The children are doing great, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Makayla&lt;/span&gt; got her first two teeth over the weekend.  She's almost 11 months old, and a couple of nights ago, I couldn't resist taking her picture.  I told the three older ones that she looked like a sleeping beauty.  We'll soon be celebrating a first birthday.  Doesn't seem possible.  &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wiDmY047cvk/RxbHuSB7pdI/AAAAAAAAARM/C2v-xHdUpeE/s1600-h/IMG_2281.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122501224108369362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wiDmY047cvk/RxbHuSB7pdI/AAAAAAAAARM/C2v-xHdUpeE/s320/IMG_2281.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Thanks to everyone who took the time to stop by today.  Hope you have a blessed day.  I will plan to do better about blogging.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5811086799993742857-4805374245915659715?l=pdurgan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pdurgan.blogspot.com/feeds/4805374245915659715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5811086799993742857&amp;postID=4805374245915659715' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811086799993742857/posts/default/4805374245915659715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811086799993742857/posts/default/4805374245915659715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pdurgan.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-know-i-know.html' title='I know, I know...'/><author><name>Catrena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11211887688900509637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wiDmY047cvk/RxbJaSB7pkI/AAAAAAAAASE/__9yjevJVZ8/s72-c/IMG_2265.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5811086799993742857.post-7659124764865197459</id><published>2007-10-04T22:32:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T22:33:45.244-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Being A Mother</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wiDmY047cvk/RwWw2iB7pcI/AAAAAAAAARE/ZGPoO9LYjF0/s1600-h/IMG_2226.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117691002470770114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wiDmY047cvk/RwWw2iB7pcI/AAAAAAAAARE/ZGPoO9LYjF0/s320/IMG_2226.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A friend of mine sent me the story listed below, it was sent to her from a mother of 10 children whose husband died of a massive heart attack leaving her totally alone, with all 10 children still at home. Thought some of you moms out there might enjoy it.  Let's all be careful to take the time to say "I Love You", because we never know when it might be the last chance.  (Of course the picture above is just part of being a mom too...keeping your babies out of the dishwasher.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;              &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;BEING A MOTHER               &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After 21 years of marriage, my wife wanted me to take another woman out to dinner and a movie.   She said, "I love you, but I know this other woman loves you and would love to spend some time with you."   The other woman that my wife wanted me to visit was my MOTHER, who has been a widow for 19 years, but the demands of my work and my three children had       made it possible to visit her only occasionally.  That night I called to invite her to go out for           dinner and a movie.  "What's wrong, are you well," she asked?  My mother is the type of woman who suspects that a late night call or a surprise invitation is a sign of bad news.  "I thought that it would be pleasant to spend some time with you," I responded. "Just the two of us."   She thought about it for a moment, and then said,  "I would like that very much."  That Friday after work, as I drove over to pick her up I was a bit nervous. When I arrived at her house, I noticed that she, too, seemed to be nervous  about our date. She waited in the door with her coat           on. She had curled her hair and was wearing the dress that she had worn to celebrate her last     wedding anniversary.   She smiled from a face that was as radiant as an angel's'. "I told my friends that I was going to go out with my son, and they were impressed," she said, as she got into the car. "They can't wait to hear about our meeting."  We went to a restaurant that, although not elegant, was very nice and cozy. My mother took my arm as if she were the First Lady. After we sat down, I had to read the menu. Her eyes could only read large print. Half way through the entries, I lifted my eyes and saw Mom sitting there staring at me. A nostalgic smile was on her lips. "It was I who used to have to read the menu when you were small," she said. "Then it's time that you relax and let me return the favor," I responded.  During the dinner, we had an agreeable conversation- -nothing extraordinary but catching up on recent events of each other's life. We talked so much that we missed the movie.  As we arrived at her house later, she said, "I'll go out with you again, but only if you let me invite you." I agreed.  "How was your dinner date?" asked my wife when I got home. "Very nice.  Much more so than I could have imagined," I answered.  A few days later, my mother died of a massive heart attack. It happened so suddenly that I didn't have a chance to do anything for her.  Some time later, I received an envelope with a copy of a restaurant receipt from the same place mother and I had dined. An attached note said: "I paid this bill in advance. I wasn't sure that I could be there; but nevertheless, I paid for two plates - one for you and the other for your wife.  You will never know what that night meant for me. I love you, son." At that moment, I understood the importance of saying in time: "I LOVE YOU" and to give our loved ones the time that they deserve. Nothing in life is more important than your family. Give them the time they deserve, because these things cannot be put off till "some other time."  Somebody said it takes about six weeks to get back  to normal after you've had a baby.... Somebody doesn't know that once you're a mother, "normal" is history.  Somebody said you learn how to be a mother by           instinct... Somebody never took a three-year-old shopping.  Somebody said being a mother is boring ....Somebody never rode in a car driven by a teenager with a driver's permit. Somebody said if you're a "good" mother, your child will "turn out good"....somebody thinks a child comes with directions and a guarantee.  Somebody said "good" mothers never raise their voices ... Somebody never came out the back door just in time to see her child hit a golf ball through the neighbor's kitchen window.  Somebody said you don't need an education to be a mother.... Somebody never helped a fourth grader with his math.  Somebody said you can't love the second child as much as you love the first .... Somebody doesn't have two children.               Somebody said a mother can find all the answers to her child-rearing questions in the books....    Somebody never had a child stuff beans up his nose or in his ears.  Somebody said the hardest part of being a mother Is labor and delivery....somebody never watched her "baby" get on the bus for the first day of Kindergarten .... or on a plane headed for military "boot camp."               Somebody said a mother can do her job with her eyes closed and one hand tied behind her back...somebody never organized seven giggling Brownies to sell cookies.  Somebody said a mother can stop worrying after her child gets married....somebody doesn't know that          Marriage adds a new son or daughter-in-law to a  mother's heartstrings.  Somebody said a mother's job is done when her last child leaves home...somebody never had Grandchildren.          Somebody said your mother knows you love her, so You don't need to tell her.... somebody isn't a mother.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5811086799993742857-7659124764865197459?l=pdurgan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pdurgan.blogspot.com/feeds/7659124764865197459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5811086799993742857&amp;postID=7659124764865197459' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811086799993742857/posts/default/7659124764865197459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811086799993742857/posts/default/7659124764865197459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pdurgan.blogspot.com/2007/10/being-mother.html' title='Being A Mother'/><author><name>Catrena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11211887688900509637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wiDmY047cvk/RwWw2iB7pcI/AAAAAAAAARE/ZGPoO9LYjF0/s72-c/IMG_2226.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5811086799993742857.post-676692977201970753</id><published>2007-10-02T11:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T22:33:45.529-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Spiritual Lesson from the BATHTUB!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wiDmY047cvk/RwJwzSB7pZI/AAAAAAAAAQo/hcLnm0H9tZI/s1600-h/IMG_2229.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116776152961885586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wiDmY047cvk/RwJwzSB7pZI/AAAAAAAAAQo/hcLnm0H9tZI/s320/IMG_2229.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This morning I put Makayla in the tub. She loves the water, and especially loves to play in the "running" water. Often, I'll put her in there and just let the water run for a while so she can play. This morning, I was just quietly observing her play. She was trying soooooo hard to "grab" the water. Over and over, she would reach up and try to "hold" it. You could see the "wheels" turning. She was trying so hard to figure out how to hold onto the water. After a while, she would wave her arms and fuss in frustration, but go back once again, to try to figure out how she could grab and hold onto the stream of water. It was a mystery to her how it could LOOK like she should be able to hold onto it, but when she tried, it failed. It is a rule of science that at this point in her life she is not capable of understanding. In that moment the Lord spoke to me. He showed me that I am often just like her. Life has circumstances that I just can't figure out. Often things look like they should be one way, but in God's ways, it's completely different. In my own strength, I try and try to "grasp" and try to make it work the way I think it should work. It seems like over and over again I keep going back and try to figure it out on my own.  When it doesn't work like I thought it should, I often get frustrated, and "fuss" in frustration, saying, "God, why can't I figure this out?"  But He reminds me that circumstances in my life are "bigger" than me, and at this point in my life, just like Makayla, I am not capable of understanding God's ways, but in spite of that, I still need to trust Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, Lord, for my lesson today from the bathtub. Help me to heed it today. To constantly be reminded that your ways are perfect, and that you are in control, and you really do know what You're doing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5811086799993742857-676692977201970753?l=pdurgan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pdurgan.blogspot.com/feeds/676692977201970753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5811086799993742857&amp;postID=676692977201970753' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811086799993742857/posts/default/676692977201970753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811086799993742857/posts/default/676692977201970753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pdurgan.blogspot.com/2007/10/spiritual-lesson-from-bathtub.html' title='Spiritual Lesson from the BATHTUB!!!'/><author><name>Catrena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11211887688900509637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wiDmY047cvk/RwJwzSB7pZI/AAAAAAAAAQo/hcLnm0H9tZI/s72-c/IMG_2229.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5811086799993742857.post-7044518027034699836</id><published>2007-09-25T10:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T22:33:45.665-06:00</updated><title type='text'>New Adventure</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wiDmY047cvk/Rvky4yB7pYI/AAAAAAAAAQg/SJjQ5uCtDTE/s1600-h/adventure_rep1%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114174802939848066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wiDmY047cvk/Rvky4yB7pYI/AAAAAAAAAQg/SJjQ5uCtDTE/s320/adventure_rep1%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Over this past weekend I embarked on an adventure, not a new one, just joined the adventure again. I am back in the Home Interiors (HI) business. I sold HI when we lived in NY. Had a good business going, and then we moved. Of course when we moved, I was six months pregnant, then the baby came soon, and we were in a new area, along with all of the challenges of having a new baby, Paul starting a new job, new home, new area, new church...you get the picture. So about a year ago or so, I let the business go. However, since then they have changed so many things, one of which, they ship the merchandise directly to the individual that orders it. So........I can still sell to my customers in NY, or anywhere in the US for that matter. Shipping is real inexpensive, up to $30 is $3, and 10% of purchase thereafter. (I couldn't deliver it that cheap.) I am really excited about the potential, and I love HI anyway. I know many of you are familiar with HI, but I wanted all of my friends to know that I'm back in business. Also, (drum roll, please) if anyone is interested. Right now they are having a huge candle sale. You can buy the ever popular petite jar candle for only $4.89, the one that is a little larger for $11.19, and then the largest container candle for only $13.99. That is a savings of 30%!!! This is the best time to stock up, with fall in full swing (we have some great fall scents), and with Christmas coming too.   This sale ends Saturday, if you're interested.  Hey, I won't promote my business here regularly, but I just wanted everyone to know. It doesn't matter where you live, I can still service you. Just go to my website: &lt;a href="http://206.18.121.2/sites/catrenasdecorating?displayInfo=true"&gt;http://206.18.121.2/sites/catrenasdecorating?displayInfo=true&lt;/a&gt;, look around, check out the candles and all of the other great stuff, and if you're interested in taking advantage of this wonderful candle sale, feel free to e-mail me from that page, or give me a call.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hey, thanks for letting me rattle on about this. Like I said, I won't do this often. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I need to get back to the new mother. I'm being OB nurse today. Annabelle (our dog) is having puppies. Seven is the count so far.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5811086799993742857-7044518027034699836?l=pdurgan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pdurgan.blogspot.com/feeds/7044518027034699836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5811086799993742857&amp;postID=7044518027034699836' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811086799993742857/posts/default/7044518027034699836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811086799993742857/posts/default/7044518027034699836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pdurgan.blogspot.com/2007/09/new-adventure.html' title='New Adventure'/><author><name>Catrena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11211887688900509637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wiDmY047cvk/Rvky4yB7pYI/AAAAAAAAAQg/SJjQ5uCtDTE/s72-c/adventure_rep1%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5811086799993742857.post-7278124947066862453</id><published>2007-09-24T13:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T22:33:46.190-06:00</updated><title type='text'>13 Years Ago Today...</title><content type='html'>...I married my best friend. I will never forget that day. I look back on those early days of dating and falling in love - staying up late, talking on the phone for hours, thinking, "Maybe he is the one." I look back on our wedding day and I feel the joy of hearing him say "I do". I laugh about our first days of marriage, of discovering differences as well as the sheer, comfortable joy of just being together. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113840796218140002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wiDmY047cvk/RvgDHCB7pWI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/YMMOcyRokfk/s400/wedding.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I look at us now, and I can see that each year we're finding how to walk with each other and with the Lord. I imagine the future, growing old together, and I look forward to lifetime of being together. Today we celebreate all we've been, all we are, and all we're still becoming. Most of I, I celebrate my husband...Paul, the man I will always love. I wouldn't trade what we have for anything. Happy Anniversary, Honey! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113841852780094834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wiDmY047cvk/RvgEEiB7pXI/AAAAAAAAAQY/hIIowmnWuc4/s320/IMG_2174.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5811086799993742857-7278124947066862453?l=pdurgan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pdurgan.blogspot.com/feeds/7278124947066862453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5811086799993742857&amp;postID=7278124947066862453' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811086799993742857/posts/default/7278124947066862453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811086799993742857/posts/default/7278124947066862453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pdurgan.blogspot.com/2007/09/13-years-ago-today.html' title='13 Years Ago Today...'/><author><name>Catrena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11211887688900509637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wiDmY047cvk/RvgDHCB7pWI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/YMMOcyRokfk/s72-c/wedding.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5811086799993742857.post-8763109832593444810</id><published>2007-09-24T07:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T22:33:47.300-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy, Busy Busy!!!!</title><content type='html'>Where do I begin?  It has been a long time since I blogged, and it seems that so much has happened in the past couple of weeks.  I guess that I'll start with this past weekend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Friday, the children were home from school because the teacher's had convention.  After they got their school work done, the three oldest went for a bike ride.  They had been gone for a few minutes when Danae came rushing into the house declaring there had been an emergency.  Jeffrey had a wreck on his bike, and took the fall on his chin.  To make a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;looooong&lt;/span&gt; story short, he ended up with two "itches" as he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;calls&lt;/span&gt; them.  He is doing better now, and they should come out by Wednesday.  Here is a picture of the ailing child before the actual "itches" were administered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wiDmY047cvk/Rvf5RCB7pNI/AAAAAAAAAPM/jr49ktgvP1M/s1600-h/IMG_2133.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113829972900553938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wiDmY047cvk/Rvf5RCB7pNI/AAAAAAAAAPM/jr49ktgvP1M/s320/IMG_2133.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Then weekend before this past, Paul had another wedding cake to do, in addition to finishing the landscaping job at the church.  The landscaping is now finally complete.  I don't have pictures of the completed job yet.  Once I get them, I'll be sure to post them.  I do, however, have a picture of the cake.  It was really pretty.  He did an excellent job...as usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wiDmY047cvk/RvexzSB7pKI/AAAAAAAAAO0/ypI4lr4B__c/s1600-h/IMG_2127.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113751396473873570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wiDmY047cvk/RvexzSB7pKI/AAAAAAAAAO0/ypI4lr4B__c/s320/IMG_2127.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Also, weekend before this past, my mom and I went garage sailing again.  We figured this would probably be our last "bash" for the season.  Here is a picture of my "big" purchase on Saturday...a new entertainment cabinet.  I love it because I can close the doors, and it matches my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;living room&lt;/span&gt; perfectly (it's more &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;burgundy&lt;/span&gt; in person that it looks in the pic.  It looks really red here).  And to think I only paid $45!!!!  (It was $400. new!!!!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wiDmY047cvk/RvexeSB7pJI/AAAAAAAAAOs/NDpD5kId_Jg/s1600-h/IMG_2176.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113751035696620690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wiDmY047cvk/RvexeSB7pJI/AAAAAAAAAOs/NDpD5kId_Jg/s320/IMG_2176.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And then, as you can see, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Makayla&lt;/span&gt; has been busy too.  Since she's been busy, guess what?  I've been busy too.  This was the initial "discovery" of the beloved &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;toilet&lt;/span&gt; paper roll, and oh what fun it was.  I'm sure that there are even more destructive things to come.  She's 10 months old tomorrow, and soon will be walking.  She crawls everywhere, and pulls herself up to everything.  The fun has just begun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wiDmY047cvk/RvexNyB7pII/AAAAAAAAAOk/xDDsAdC0_k4/s1600-h/IMG_2132.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113750752228779138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wiDmY047cvk/RvexNyB7pII/AAAAAAAAAOk/xDDsAdC0_k4/s320/IMG_2132.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be sure to check out below for the other couple of blogs posted earlier.  Thanks for stopping by.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5811086799993742857-8763109832593444810?l=pdurgan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pdurgan.blogspot.com/feeds/8763109832593444810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5811086799993742857&amp;postID=8763109832593444810' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811086799993742857/posts/default/8763109832593444810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811086799993742857/posts/default/8763109832593444810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pdurgan.blogspot.com/2007/09/busy-busy-busy.html' title='Busy, Busy Busy!!!!'/><author><name>Catrena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11211887688900509637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wiDmY047cvk/Rvf5RCB7pNI/AAAAAAAAAPM/jr49ktgvP1M/s72-c/IMG_2133.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5811086799993742857.post-4475939645838391765</id><published>2007-09-24T06:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-24T14:45:29.596-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Now the boys "Morphed"</title><content type='html'>Here's Jeffrey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table height="1" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td height="1"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.myheritagefiles.com/video/H/28/7c5y28_016907220a7f64dqvw1228" width="340" height="340" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's Jonathan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table height="1" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" border="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td height="1"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.myheritagefiles.com/video/H/28/shyr29_987034d8318f6423g5uf29" width="340" height="340" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be sure to check out below for the "Morphing" of the rest of the family. Have a happy day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5811086799993742857-4475939645838391765?l=pdurgan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pdurgan.blogspot.com/feeds/4475939645838391765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5811086799993742857&amp;postID=4475939645838391765' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811086799993742857/posts/default/4475939645838391765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811086799993742857/posts/default/4475939645838391765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pdurgan.blogspot.com/2007/09/now-boys-morphed.html' title='Now the boys &quot;Morphed&quot;'/><author><name>Catrena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11211887688900509637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5811086799993742857.post-7920278653840969967</id><published>2007-09-23T22:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-23T23:40:19.384-05:00</updated><title type='text'>We've Been Morphed</title><content type='html'>I had gone to Nichole Cassady's blog and had seen where she did the "morphing" thing, and I thought that it would be interesting to do it too.  Here's what we look like.  These can be really funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's Paul. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;table height="1" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" border="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td height="1"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.myheritagefiles.com/video/H/28/ij4153_29638747d37f64zslmvg53" width="340" height="340" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table height="1" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" border="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td height="1"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.myheritagefiles.com/video/H/28/w96j53_585614bb137f64i7ole353" width="340" height="340" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's Danae.  I think her's is about the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table height="1" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" border="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td height="1"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.myheritagefiles.com/video/H/28/pyrc52_010345ac537f64rkh2zw52" width="340" height="340" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's Makayla.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;table height="1" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" border="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td height="1"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.myheritagefiles.com/video/H/28/e3kh27_614309e7f37f64fo5qz827" width="340" height="340" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've messed around with this far toooooooooo long tonight so I won't post the boys.  I have so much other stuff that I need to be blogging about.  Sorry it's been so long.  There's been lots going on.  Hopefully I can get all caught up on it all in the next few days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5811086799993742857-7920278653840969967?l=pdurgan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pdurgan.blogspot.com/feeds/7920278653840969967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5811086799993742857&amp;postID=7920278653840969967' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811086799993742857/posts/default/7920278653840969967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811086799993742857/posts/default/7920278653840969967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pdurgan.blogspot.com/2007/09/ive-been-morphed.html' title='We&apos;ve Been Morphed'/><author><name>Catrena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11211887688900509637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5811086799993742857.post-1855650323974002269</id><published>2007-09-09T21:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T22:33:47.581-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ever Wonder What They'll Look Like?</title><content type='html'>I don't know if any of you mothers out there ever wonder what your children will look like when they grow up or not, but I do.  I really am not wishing their lives away, but I just think it's interesting to think about.  Several weeks ago, a girl in our church brought her boyfriend to church with her (they were home visiting from GBS).  His name is Greg.  They were sitting in the seat directly in front of us, and as I sat there during the service, I got to looking at him.  Hair about the same color as Jeffrey's, same color eyes, stocky build, full lips, etc., and I just wondered, "Will Jeffrey look like him when he grows up?"  So after church I had Greg hold Jeffrey so that I could get their picture together.  What do you think?  Any similarity?  Just a curious question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wiDmY047cvk/RuSsRCOhFpI/AAAAAAAAAOM/BMfrE8gNCyc/s1600-h/Jeffrey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108397286000498322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wiDmY047cvk/RuSsRCOhFpI/AAAAAAAAAOM/BMfrE8gNCyc/s320/Jeffrey.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In other news, I haven't blogged this week because I have been extremely busy.  Of course Monday was a holiday, and everything that that entails.  On Tuesday morning, it was Jeffrey's first day of Kindergarten (hopefully I can post about that soon).  After I got back from dropping the children off at school, I started on a major redecorating project...the boy's room (hopefully I can post pics of that soon too).  Anyway, Tuesday I painted bunk beds, Wednesday I painted the ceiling and the window trim, Thursday I painted the rest of the trim and walls, and Friday I finished with about a hour of painting, and then worked the rest of the day putting it all back together.  It really turned out nice, and I sure am glad that the project is now complete.  It's a wonderful feeling.  This week I'll be playing catch up on all of my housework and laundry that didn't get done LAST week because of being tied up on the redecorating project.   On top of the redecorating, our church was in revival as well.  I've promised myself that in the future, I will not undertake a huge project during the week of revival.  It just made things more hectic, and stressful.  I plan to plan better the next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a wonderful day and thanks for stopping by, and be sure to let me know you were here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5811086799993742857-1855650323974002269?l=pdurgan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pdurgan.blogspot.com/feeds/1855650323974002269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5811086799993742857&amp;postID=1855650323974002269' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811086799993742857/posts/default/1855650323974002269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811086799993742857/posts/default/1855650323974002269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pdurgan.blogspot.com/2007/09/ever-wonder-what-theyll-look-like.html' title='Ever Wonder What They&apos;ll Look Like?'/><author><name>Catrena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11211887688900509637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wiDmY047cvk/RuSsRCOhFpI/AAAAAAAAAOM/BMfrE8gNCyc/s72-c/Jeffrey.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5811086799993742857.post-2252774400979742932</id><published>2007-09-03T19:51:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T22:33:47.755-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Candidate for "Cutest Baby Contest" at Wal-Mart?</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106146624353146498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wiDmY047cvk/RtytTSOhFoI/AAAAAAAAAOE/EH6wxuTBk2s/s320/IMG_2094.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;OK, all you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;bloggers&lt;/span&gt; out there, I need your opinions. I'm thinking about entering &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Makayla&lt;/span&gt; in the "Cutest Baby Contest" at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Wal&lt;/span&gt;-Mart. It is a fund-raiser for some charity organization. What do you think? Do you think I should do it? Does she have a chance at winning? And those of you that are local, would you cast your vote for her? Let me hear from you. I need to do it probably tomorrow if I'm going to do it. So let me know your opinions. I'll be anxiously awaiting your input. I know what I think, but I'm sure I'm a little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;prejudice&lt;/span&gt;.  Jonathan put this cool whip container on her head yesterday, and as you can see, she didn't mind it at all. She wore it for quite a while. She's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;lovin&lt;/span&gt;' it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5811086799993742857-2252774400979742932?l=pdurgan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pdurgan.blogspot.com/feeds/2252774400979742932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5811086799993742857&amp;postID=2252774400979742932' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811086799993742857/posts/default/2252774400979742932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811086799993742857/posts/default/2252774400979742932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pdurgan.blogspot.com/2007/09/candidate-for-cutest-baby-contest-at.html' title='Candidate for &quot;Cutest Baby Contest&quot; at Wal-Mart?'/><author><name>Catrena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11211887688900509637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wiDmY047cvk/RtytTSOhFoI/AAAAAAAAAOE/EH6wxuTBk2s/s72-c/IMG_2094.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5811086799993742857.post-3694899553937965763</id><published>2007-09-02T09:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T22:33:48.974-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Wedding Pictures and DaNae's Definition of Home</title><content type='html'>Home, safe and sound!  Whew!  We traveled over 900 miles in less than 36 hours.  The wedding was beautiful, and we are so glad that we were able to go.  Jeanette and Bill are both very musical so the wedding was filled with lots of instrumental music as well as songs.  She surprised him and sang a song to him right after her father gave her away.  She sang, "I Will Marry My Best Friend".  It was so great to be able to see everyone again, and to be with Paul parents.  Here is a picture of Mr. and Mrs. Bill &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Wieserman&lt;/span&gt;!!!!  Congratulations to them both!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wiDmY047cvk/RtrGbyOhFmI/AAAAAAAAAN0/YEUJh5uvq_0/s1600-h/IMG_2063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105611308219307618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wiDmY047cvk/RtrGbyOhFmI/AAAAAAAAAN0/YEUJh5uvq_0/s320/IMG_2063.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is a picture of Jeanette's whole immediate family: top row, Daniel, Joel and Joli (she is married to Tim &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Dendler&lt;/span&gt;).  Bottom row:  Rev. Daniel &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Heckman&lt;/span&gt;, Jeanette, Bill and Sharon &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Heckman&lt;/span&gt;.  The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Heckman's&lt;/span&gt; were our pastor when we lived in upstate New York.  We grew to be wonderful friends, and have so appreciated their lives and the opportunity to know them.  We love them very much.  They are a wonderful family.  Daniel is in college now studying to be an electrical engineer, Joel is now in High School (doesn't seem possible), and Joli has two little boys, ages 3 and one.  They are adorable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wiDmY047cvk/RtrGOSOhFlI/AAAAAAAAANs/uhiyIKkLk9s/s1600-h/IMG_2059.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105611076291073618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wiDmY047cvk/RtrGOSOhFlI/AAAAAAAAANs/uhiyIKkLk9s/s320/IMG_2059.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Her cake was beautiful and the reception was lovely.  Everything was delicious!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wiDmY047cvk/RtrGBiOhFkI/AAAAAAAAANk/z1R3RpwnDHs/s1600-h/IMG_2077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105610857247741506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wiDmY047cvk/RtrGBiOhFkI/AAAAAAAAANk/z1R3RpwnDHs/s320/IMG_2077.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is a picture of the groom with my two handsome princes, someday (quicker than I realize, I'm sure) they'll be groom's at their own weddings.  I'm treasuring these days while I have them at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wiDmY047cvk/RtrFziOhFjI/AAAAAAAAANc/2OB2jG2-X0w/s1600-h/IMG_2084.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105610616729572914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wiDmY047cvk/RtrFziOhFjI/AAAAAAAAANc/2OB2jG2-X0w/s320/IMG_2084.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Saturday morning we were able to have breakfast with Paul's parents and the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Heckman's&lt;/span&gt;.  We had a wonderful visit.  There certainly is nothing like being part of the family of God.  Friendship are formed that will last forever.  We arrived home about 8:00 p.m. last night.  Shortly after we go home, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;DaNae&lt;/span&gt; said:  "It is so good to be home.  There is just no place like home, because at home you can do all of those fun things that you like to do, and you can go to the bathroom when you need to, instead of waiting in the van for three hours to stop at a gas station".  Leave it to her, she's very descriptive, and I guess, for now, that's what HOME means to her :).  Here is a picture of her with Jeanette.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wiDmY047cvk/RtrFoyOhFiI/AAAAAAAAANU/OLJwQzjiOUQ/s1600-h/IMG_2078.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105610432045979170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wiDmY047cvk/RtrFoyOhFiI/AAAAAAAAANU/OLJwQzjiOUQ/s320/IMG_2078.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I am home this morning from church because Jonathan was up in the night sick.  He is feeling better now, and we're planning to go to church tonight.  I don't usually blog on Sunday  morning, but since I was home and had a little "down time", I thought I'd post.  Hope everyone has a wonderful holiday tomorrow.  Paul is heading up a work day at our church,  re-landscaping our church.  I'll plan to post pictures of that project later.  Have a marvelous Labor Day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5811086799993742857-3694899553937965763?l=pdurgan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pdurgan.blogspot.com/feeds/3694899553937965763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5811086799993742857&amp;postID=3694899553937965763' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811086799993742857/posts/default/3694899553937965763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811086799993742857/posts/default/3694899553937965763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pdurgan.blogspot.com/2007/09/wedding-pictures-and-danaes-definition.html' title='Wedding Pictures and DaNae&apos;s Definition of Home'/><author><name>Catrena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11211887688900509637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wiDmY047cvk/RtrGbyOhFmI/AAAAAAAAAN0/YEUJh5uvq_0/s72-c/IMG_2063.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5811086799993742857.post-6449063733290487443</id><published>2007-08-29T21:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T22:33:49.452-06:00</updated><title type='text'>"I Scream, You Scream, We All Scream for..."</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ICE CREAM!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Makayla absolutely loves ice cream, sherbet, Popsicles, freeze pops, fudge bars, ice cream bars covered with chocolate...well, I think you get the idea. Tonight I was eating an ice cream cone, and she was fussing to share it with me. As you can tell by the picture, it was chocolate, and she sure enjoyed every bite. I just couldn't help myself, I just had to grab the camera. As you can see...again, she also loves the CAMERA, and always has a winning smile for the photographer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wiDmY047cvk/RtYzECOhFgI/AAAAAAAAANE/6zacEJsvVGQ/s1600-h/IMG_2041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104323372081288706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wiDmY047cvk/RtYzECOhFgI/AAAAAAAAANE/6zacEJsvVGQ/s320/IMG_2041.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; "I scream, you scream, we all scream to be back home" is sure to be our moto by the time Saturday evening gets here. Friday morning our family will be leaving early to go to a wedding in PA. When we lived in NY, our pastor there had two daughters, and one of them is getting married in PA on Friday night. Her name is Jeannette Heckman (she's one of my blog friends, check out her blog, she has several more pictures posted of she and her fiance'). We're real excited that we get to go. Paul's parents will be there too, so it'll be nice to see them again. I was able to get a room at the Holiday Inn, Holidome on Priceline for $45!!!! I was pretty excited. However, it is going to be a quick trip, and we're heading back home Saturday (about a 7 hour trip). I'm sure by the time we hit Indianapolis on Saturday evening, we'll probably be about ready to &lt;strong&gt;SCREAM&lt;/strong&gt;! But I'm sure that it'll be worth it. Be sure to check back later because I'll be posting wedding pictures. Below is a picture of the engaged couple...soon to be husband and wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone have a great holiday weekend!  See ya on the other side of this PA trip!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wiDmY047cvk/RtYy0yOhFfI/AAAAAAAAAM8/K3X4xIyNWks/s1600-h/Bill%2Band%2BJeanette%2B%2BJuly%2B28,%2B2007%2B016%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104323110088283634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wiDmY047cvk/RtYy0yOhFfI/AAAAAAAAAM8/K3X4xIyNWks/s320/Bill%2Band%2BJeanette%2B%2BJuly%2B28,%2B2007%2B016%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5811086799993742857-6449063733290487443?l=pdurgan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pdurgan.blogspot.com/feeds/6449063733290487443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5811086799993742857&amp;postID=6449063733290487443' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811086799993742857/posts/default/6449063733290487443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811086799993742857/posts/default/6449063733290487443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pdurgan.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-scream-you-scream-we-all-scream-for.html' title='&quot;I Scream, You Scream, We All Scream for...&quot;'/><author><name>Catrena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11211887688900509637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wiDmY047cvk/RtYzECOhFgI/AAAAAAAAANE/6zacEJsvVGQ/s72-c/IMG_2041.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5811086799993742857.post-6121885198599723583</id><published>2007-08-27T23:41:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T22:33:50.725-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Baby Is Growing UP!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;On Saturday my little baby turned &lt;strong&gt;9&lt;/strong&gt; months old. It just doesn't seem possible. She is crawling everywhere, and has recently discovered my "lids" drawer. Playing in this drawer has become her new favorite pastime. Here she is, after she crawls to the drawer, she's figured out how to open it, and for a few days, sat on the floor and played.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wiDmY047cvk/RtOo7COhFcI/AAAAAAAAAMk/BJcGYUXKBMI/s1600-h/IMG_2012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103608534904411586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wiDmY047cvk/RtOo7COhFcI/AAAAAAAAAMk/BJcGYUXKBMI/s320/IMG_2012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She now has graduated to "standing" at the drawer. She is pulling herself up to things, and sometimes she even lets go after she has gotten on her feet. I'm afraid she's going to be walking soon. Not sure I'm ready for that quite yet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103609363833099730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wiDmY047cvk/RtOprSOhFdI/AAAAAAAAAMs/GykO-MJwrLY/s320/IMG_2016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Here she is standing a little bit taller (I think), but you'll notice in the background remnants of her other favorite past-time...putting her little hands all over the stove, leaving lots of little finger prints.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wiDmY047cvk/RtOodyOhFbI/AAAAAAAAAMc/Jpz8LxvqJXU/s1600-h/IMG_2019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103608032393237938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wiDmY047cvk/RtOodyOhFbI/AAAAAAAAAMc/Jpz8LxvqJXU/s320/IMG_2019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And then, tonight, she was on the floor, and a little pink dress that she had worn earlier had fallen nearby. She picked it up, and by herself, put it on. As you can see, she still needs to work on this a little, but won't be long she'll be dressing herself completely :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wiDmY047cvk/RtOoRSOhFaI/AAAAAAAAAMU/uKuHD4ZoMSQ/s1600-h/IMG_2027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103607817644873122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wiDmY047cvk/RtOoRSOhFaI/AAAAAAAAAMU/uKuHD4ZoMSQ/s320/IMG_2027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The kids put her in this blanket and were hauling her around the house. She loved every minute of it...as you can tell. Almost, without fail, when she sees someone with a camera aimed at her, she's sure to "ham" it up for the picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wiDmY047cvk/RtOoByOhFZI/AAAAAAAAAMM/NG7f9ULjLic/s1600-h/IMG_2009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103607551356900754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wiDmY047cvk/RtOoByOhFZI/AAAAAAAAAMM/NG7f9ULjLic/s320/IMG_2009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And since I had pictures of all of the other kids in this post except Jeffrey, I thought I'd share this photo of him. The other night after we had read our Bible story, he was sitting on the couch looking at the pictures. The Eeyore costume we got at a garage sale, and they've had a great time with it. He was so intently looking at the book, I just thought he looked really cute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103613315203012066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wiDmY047cvk/RtOtRSOhFeI/AAAAAAAAAM0/Rb8zS85T3Gc/s320/IMG_2017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Hope everyone has a great day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5811086799993742857-6121885198599723583?l=pdurgan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pdurgan.blogspot.com/feeds/6121885198599723583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5811086799993742857&amp;postID=6121885198599723583' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811086799993742857/posts/default/6121885198599723583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811086799993742857/posts/default/6121885198599723583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pdurgan.blogspot.com/2007/08/my-baby-is-growing-up.html' title='My Baby Is Growing UP!!!!!!'/><author><name>Catrena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11211887688900509637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wiDmY047cvk/RtOo7COhFcI/AAAAAAAAAMk/BJcGYUXKBMI/s72-c/IMG_2012.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5811086799993742857.post-5178117313841545361</id><published>2007-08-22T21:58:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T22:33:51.787-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Natives Are Restless</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Oh my...need I say more? What a day! My children, first thing this morning, painted their faces, gave themselves native names, donned what "Indian" gear they had, and then went totally&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;WILD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;all day. Do any of you mothers out there ever long for bedtime? Tonight, I'll admit, it just couldn't come soon enough. My children are really starting to get bored with summer. They've had a great summer, got to do a lot of fun things, go lots of places, but I almost think they're tired of being home so much. Playing in the pool isn't nearly as fun as it was the first week in June, and riding their bikes just isn't cutting it these days. Thankfully school starts Friday. YEAH!!!!! Jeffrey won't start for another couple of weeks, and he'll only go three days a week, but the two oldest will be in full swing starting Monday. Here are my "natives".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wiDmY047cvk/Rsz4eCOhFWI/AAAAAAAAAL0/KB-q8Nnmrcc/s1600-h/IMG_2001.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101725672781452642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wiDmY047cvk/Rsz4eCOhFWI/AAAAAAAAAL0/KB-q8Nnmrcc/s320/IMG_2001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;I think DaNae was a combo of "native" and "clown". Anyway, they used their imaginations, and they certainly were original.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wiDmY047cvk/Rsz4MiOhFVI/AAAAAAAAALs/nIx0Kwv99rs/s1600-h/IMG_2002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101725372133741906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wiDmY047cvk/Rsz4MiOhFVI/AAAAAAAAALs/nIx0Kwv99rs/s320/IMG_2002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;And then there's Makayla. She was VERY restless today as well. Very fussy, and dissatisfied. I finally ended up putting her in my "wrap", and doing my housework with her in that, sitting on my hip. She seemed much more content. She just wanted to be held all day. I think she's getting close to getting a tooth or two. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Anyway, now the house is quiet, and I truly am enjoying it. I know, I know, one of these days, I'll long for the sound of "natives" running through the house. I'm trying to keep that in mind.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101728211107124594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wiDmY047cvk/Rsz6xyOhFXI/AAAAAAAAAL8/7YfED4V-EFg/s320/IMG_2006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5811086799993742857-5178117313841545361?l=pdurgan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pdurgan.blogspot.com/feeds/5178117313841545361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5811086799993742857&amp;postID=5178117313841545361' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811086799993742857/posts/default/5178117313841545361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811086799993742857/posts/default/5178117313841545361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pdurgan.blogspot.com/2007/08/natives-are-restless.html' title='The Natives Are Restless'/><author><name>Catrena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11211887688900509637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wiDmY047cvk/Rsz4eCOhFWI/AAAAAAAAAL0/KB-q8Nnmrcc/s72-c/IMG_2001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5811086799993742857.post-1032500608450040146</id><published>2007-08-19T22:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T22:33:56.045-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Crushed Glasses, Cracker Barrel, Camping Paradise, Celebrations, Church and Crashing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Well, this weekend has been a whirlwind, or so it seems. Friday evening we were getting ready to leave to go and stay at my grandparents house (they were not going to be home, but had offered their home to us to stay over night), DaNae was changing her clothes, had laid her glasses on her bed, and Jeffrey went in her room, and began bouncing on her bed, and did not know that her glasses were there. She came out of her room crying that Jeffrey had broken her glasses, and the picture below is just about the way they looked, only difference was that the lens was not broken. I rushed to the dr's office where we purchased them, but of course they were closed, so I ran to Wal-mart, and they had a pair of frames that the lenses would fit into. So we purchased the new frames, and now she is back in business. After we ate pizza, we left for southern Indiana, and arrived at my grandparent's place around 10 p.m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wiDmY047cvk/RskMtyOhFNI/AAAAAAAAAKs/2wOigV2fZek/s1600-h/ok21-brokenglasses%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100622033690105042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wiDmY047cvk/RskMtyOhFNI/AAAAAAAAAKs/2wOigV2fZek/s320/ok21-brokenglasses%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Saturday morning, we met my dad's younger brother, Larry and his wife Sharon at Cracker Barrel for breakfast. We had a wonderful time, and it was great to be with them again. We really don't live that far apart, but it seems that we just don't get to see them very often. This is Larry and Sharon Hudson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wiDmY047cvk/RskMHCOhFMI/AAAAAAAAAKk/3931db4KVPY/s1600-h/IMG_1960_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100621367970174146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wiDmY047cvk/RskMHCOhFMI/AAAAAAAAAKk/3931db4KVPY/s320/IMG_1960_2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is the picture of the other side of the table, my little family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wiDmY047cvk/RskL4yOhFLI/AAAAAAAAAKc/OlwVM48iXeg/s1600-h/IMG_1962.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100621123157038258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wiDmY047cvk/RskL4yOhFLI/AAAAAAAAAKc/OlwVM48iXeg/s320/IMG_1962.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After breakfast, we headed further south to Clarksville, Indiana and stopped at the Bass Pro Shop there. We had never been there, but had heard wonderful things about it. We really didn't need anything, we just stopped to take in the "scenery", and boy was it something. They had a stream running through the place with real fish in it, and hundreds of stuffed game all over the store. It was quite the experience. We spent close to two hours there, and could have stayed much longer. Here is a picture of the entrance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wiDmY047cvk/RskLfyOhFKI/AAAAAAAAAKU/KiXVWsVTM8k/s1600-h/IMG_1964.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100620693660308642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wiDmY047cvk/RskLfyOhFKI/AAAAAAAAAKU/KiXVWsVTM8k/s320/IMG_1964.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I wanted to get Jeffrey's picture opening the door. He looked so little compared to the door. It was all he could do to get it open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100625993649952002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wiDmY047cvk/RskQUSOhFQI/AAAAAAAAALE/DvwKzFXsqFI/s320/IMG_1966.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;Just a picture of some of the wildlife inside.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wiDmY047cvk/RskK7iOhFII/AAAAAAAAAKE/Z42GUqCVkR8/s1600-h/IMG_1968.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100620070890050690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wiDmY047cvk/RskK7iOhFII/AAAAAAAAAKE/Z42GUqCVkR8/s320/IMG_1968.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I thought this was really neat, the two buck fighting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wiDmY047cvk/RskKsSOhFHI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/597vbCMh3jc/s1600-h/IMG_1971.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100619808897045618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wiDmY047cvk/RskKsSOhFHI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/597vbCMh3jc/s320/IMG_1971.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This bear was quite large.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wiDmY047cvk/RskKaSOhFGI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/Shrxz2K2Y4g/s1600-h/IMG_1978.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100619499659400290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wiDmY047cvk/RskKaSOhFGI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/Shrxz2K2Y4g/s320/IMG_1978.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After a couple of hours there, we headed a little further south to Louisville, Ky, for a 50th Wedding Anniversary celebration for my aunt and uncle.  We don't get to see them very often either, so it was great to be with them.  I have two cousins, their daughters, that I haven't seen since my grandfather died five and a half years ago, so it was real nice to see them, and be with them again.  Here is the "golden" couple:  Paul and Geneva Hairston.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wiDmY047cvk/RskKJCOhFFI/AAAAAAAAAJs/39jffo_alJU/s1600-h/IMG_1980.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100619203306656850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wiDmY047cvk/RskKJCOhFFI/AAAAAAAAAJs/39jffo_alJU/s320/IMG_1980.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Fifty years ago the eloped.  He was living in Florida, and she boarded a bus, and went and met him, and they got married.  He had never given her an engagement ring, so for their 50th, he gave her an "engagement" ring.  She was so surprised, she told me later that she had no idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wiDmY047cvk/RskJ8COhFEI/AAAAAAAAAJk/X-1wfuq1_XE/s1600-h/IMG_1987.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100618979968357442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wiDmY047cvk/RskJ8COhFEI/AAAAAAAAAJk/X-1wfuq1_XE/s320/IMG_1987.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is a picture of them with their two girls.  On the left is Pamela Hinson.  Her and her husband are officers in the Salvation Army, and on the right, Angela Hairston who is a respiratory therapist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wiDmY047cvk/RskI-SOhFDI/AAAAAAAAAJc/dqtdfS9NvjY/s1600-h/IMG_1979.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100617919111435314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wiDmY047cvk/RskI-SOhFDI/AAAAAAAAAJc/dqtdfS9NvjY/s320/IMG_1979.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My grandmother was there as well, and I wanted to get a picture of her with all of my children.  I don't know how much longer I'll have the opportunity to have their picture taken with her.  She is a godly saint, and I love her dearly.  Her name is Ruth Brown.  (As you can see, Makayla was really "hammin' it up".)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wiDmY047cvk/RskIiyOhFCI/AAAAAAAAAJU/8VBhF6Neez4/s1600-h/IMG_1984.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100617446665032738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wiDmY047cvk/RskIiyOhFCI/AAAAAAAAAJU/8VBhF6Neez4/s320/IMG_1984.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After the reception, my aunt and uncle invited everyone to dinner, and then to visit their new home that they just recently had built.  We did go to dinner and visited with them in their new home, and then headed home.  We arrived home later than we had planned, but it was worth it, and we were so glad that we went.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then this morning, it was good to be back in our home church again.  We had been away for the two previous Sundays because of camp.  Of course we enjoyed being at camp, but there's no place like home, and especially if it has air conditioning :)  (After the heat at camp, the A/C was a welcome relief.)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100622789604349154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wiDmY047cvk/RskNZyOhFOI/AAAAAAAAAK0/XT83lXRUpt4/s320/churchsanctuary%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Had some friends over after church, and DaNae has a friend spending the night, so it's been a busy weekend, but a good one.  It was great to be with family and friends and to be reminded as I was yesterday by one of the guests at my aunt and uncle's reception (she asked me how many children I have, and I told her 4).  She said:  "You are rich".  I responded, "Yes, I am, very, very rich."  Thank you, Lord for your richness in my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Needless to say, I am ready to "crash", ready to hit it for the week that lies ahead.  It promises to be a busy one.  I think that every night this next week is already full and school starts on Friday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(This picture was taken of Jonathan on the way home from IHC this year, but I thought that it was pretty appropriate for the way I feel about now.  I think I could sleep in just about any position.)  Thanks for stopping by, and be sure to let me know you were here (all you lurkers).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100623244870882546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wiDmY047cvk/RskN0SOhFPI/AAAAAAAAAK8/CHwuSwCRMHg/s320/IMG_1298.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5811086799993742857-1032500608450040146?l=pdurgan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pdurgan.blogspot.com/feeds/1032500608450040146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5811086799993742857&amp;postID=1032500608450040146' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811086799993742857/posts/default/1032500608450040146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811086799993742857/posts/default/1032500608450040146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pdurgan.blogspot.com/2007/08/crushed-glasses-cracker-barrel-camping.html' title='Crushed Glasses, Cracker Barrel, Camping Paradise, Celebrations, Church and Crashing'/><author><name>Catrena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11211887688900509637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wiDmY047cvk/RskMtyOhFNI/AAAAAAAAAKs/2wOigV2fZek/s72-c/ok21-brokenglasses%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5811086799993742857.post-2600315446699508756</id><published>2007-08-17T11:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T22:33:56.475-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Motto To Live By</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wiDmY047cvk/RsXRACOhFAI/AAAAAAAAAJE/EcRTjSKcv6A/s1600-h/23033683%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099711951594918914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wiDmY047cvk/RsXRACOhFAI/AAAAAAAAAJE/EcRTjSKcv6A/s320/23033683%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;The other day I was browsing through a magazine, and came across a sign that read:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Motto To Live By&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Life should NOT be a&lt;br /&gt;journey to the grave with the intention of arriving&lt;br /&gt;safely in an&lt;br /&gt;attractive&lt;br /&gt;and well preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways,&lt;br /&gt;chocolate in one&lt;br /&gt;hand, latte in the other, body throughly used up,&lt;br /&gt;totally worn&lt;br /&gt;out and&lt;br /&gt;screaming "Woo Hoo, what a ride!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099712393976550418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wiDmY047cvk/RsXRZyOhFBI/AAAAAAAAAJM/1sDMxTKeJQs/s320/54839%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I thought it was cute, so I thought I'd pass it along.  Have a great day.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5811086799993742857-2600315446699508756?l=pdurgan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pdurgan.blogspot.com/feeds/2600315446699508756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5811086799993742857&amp;postID=2600315446699508756' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811086799993742857/posts/default/2600315446699508756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811086799993742857/posts/default/2600315446699508756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pdurgan.blogspot.com/2007/08/motto-to-live-by.html' title='Motto To Live By'/><author><name>Catrena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11211887688900509637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wiDmY047cvk/RsXRACOhFAI/AAAAAAAAAJE/EcRTjSKcv6A/s72-c/23033683%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5811086799993742857.post-4868413855466971535</id><published>2007-08-17T00:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T22:33:56.626-06:00</updated><title type='text'>School Shopping and Decorating!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wiDmY047cvk/RsUwyCOhE_I/AAAAAAAAAI8/UX_ebUvZBgU/s1600-h/fig1%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099535789216306162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wiDmY047cvk/RsUwyCOhE_I/AAAAAAAAAI8/UX_ebUvZBgU/s320/fig1%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"We got out our lists, and checked them twice, and found out just what would be nice"...to have for the new school year. I took the children to Wal-mart and we got all (I hope) of the things that they will need to get started this school year. We brought everything home, divided it, sharpened pencils, and sharpened pencils, and...well, you get the picture. I think that the children are really getting excited for the school year to start. We got our school uniforms in the mail before we went to camp, and a week from tomorrow the new school year will start. Just doesn't seem possible. I fixed supper for the family, and as soon as Paul got home from work I headed out the door to a friend's house who has just recently moved. Becky had called me earlier in the week and wanted me to come and help her decorated her house. So for about five hours tonight I hung pictures and shelves, and on and on. I wasn't able to get the whole house completed, but most of the downstairs is done, and I'll go back next week to finish up. It was great to be with her again, and to get to do something that I thoroughly enjoy. Tomorrow I'll be packing to go away for the night. My aunt and uncle are celebrating their 50th wedding anniversary in Louisville, KY this weekend. We are planning on leaving tomorrow evening, spending the night at my grandparent's place, then going the rest of the way for the reception on Sat. This weekend will prove to be a busy one, I'm sure. Just wanted to blog once more before the weekend hit. Probably won't blog again until sometime next week. Everyone take care, and I am sure am glad you stopped by. Be sure to let me know you were here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5811086799993742857-4868413855466971535?l=pdurgan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pdurgan.blogspot.com/feeds/4868413855466971535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5811086799993742857&amp;postID=4868413855466971535' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811086799993742857/posts/default/4868413855466971535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811086799993742857/posts/default/4868413855466971535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pdurgan.blogspot.com/2007/08/school-shopping-and-decorating.html' title='School Shopping and Decorating!'/><author><name>Catrena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11211887688900509637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wiDmY047cvk/RsUwyCOhE_I/AAAAAAAAAI8/UX_ebUvZBgU/s72-c/fig1%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5811086799993742857.post-1348240722085736660</id><published>2007-08-14T21:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T22:33:59.881-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Laughter, Licks, Listening, Laundry, LaDonna, Lakes, and Lethargic</title><content type='html'>Well, finally I'm back to blogging again.  It's been a couple of weeks, and it's been great to get away.  Going to camp is always a highlight for our family.  Here are just a few of the things that we were able to enjoy while we were there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One evening we had corn on the cob (we opted to eat in the motor home because it was soooo hot).  Makayla loves to chew on the the corn too, so we gave her some, and she was sure enjoying it, and we sure got lots of smiles from watching her.  Of course there were lots of other times that we enjoyed laughter, that's just part of being with friends, and part of being at camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wiDmY047cvk/RsJnCgBV2iI/AAAAAAAAAI0/YsHxHdcVN4M/s1600-h/IMG_1895.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098751020789783074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wiDmY047cvk/RsJnCgBV2iI/AAAAAAAAAI0/YsHxHdcVN4M/s320/IMG_1895.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The weather was the hottest that we've had in a long time...sweltering heat.  So between Paul and myself (the children drank some of it, but most of it was consumed by just the two of us), we drank more than 13 gallons of water.  Needless to say, the children ate lots and lots of Popsicles, and you can see that Makayla is enjoying one as well.  Anytime the children had one, she thought that she should get "equal licks"...one lick for them, one lick for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wiDmY047cvk/RsJmiQBV2hI/AAAAAAAAAIs/J5EdT_O2e4I/s1600-h/IMG_1901.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098750466739001874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wiDmY047cvk/RsJmiQBV2hI/AAAAAAAAAIs/J5EdT_O2e4I/s320/IMG_1901.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Of course, camp means lots of "listening" too.  It was so great to hear the children doing their program.  Danae had a solo, and she did a good job.  It was also great to hear Bro. Grile again in the early morning prayer times.  He is sooo good, and so wise.  I learned so much in those times.  It was great to hear the Cassedy's sing, and to hear Bro. Brueger preach, but most importantly, it was great to hear the Holy Spirit speak.  To listen to Him speak softly, showing me areas where I need to grow deeper, need to draw closer.  I was able to ride my bike every day but two (Sundays), and one day on my bike ride the Lord rode alongside of me, and so tenderly showed me an area that I need to work on.  I am so thankful for His faithfulness, and for knowing just how to show us just what we need.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(You may wonder about the "antennas".  The theme in the children's services was "bugs", so each child made their own antenna, and wore them in the program.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wiDmY047cvk/RsJleQBV2gI/AAAAAAAAAIk/fLocO0Tafro/s1600-h/IMG_1943.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098749298507897346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wiDmY047cvk/RsJleQBV2gI/AAAAAAAAAIk/fLocO0Tafro/s320/IMG_1943.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jeffrey just before the kids program.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wiDmY047cvk/RsJkyQBV2eI/AAAAAAAAAIU/Kg8CB9LZgnk/s1600-h/IMG_1947.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098748542593653218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wiDmY047cvk/RsJkyQBV2eI/AAAAAAAAAIU/Kg8CB9LZgnk/s320/IMG_1947.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Then of course camp wouldn't be camp without doing laundry.  This was on Wednesday, and I think I did four double loads, and shared one triple load with my friend.  However, by the time we got home on Sunday night, guess what?  I had nine more loads to do.  With the weather being so hot, you just felt like you needed more showers, and needed to change clothes more often. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wiDmY047cvk/RsJkggBV2dI/AAAAAAAAAIM/Cd68tlEhP88/s1600-h/IMG_1893.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098748237650975186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wiDmY047cvk/RsJkggBV2dI/AAAAAAAAAIM/Cd68tlEhP88/s320/IMG_1893.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then camp wouldn't be the same without friends.  This is the only picture of my friend Ladonna that I took this year.  It was great to be with her and her husband Joe again, and to pick up right where we left off.  We went to Wal-Mart together two or three times, did laundry together, and went to the mall too.  It was great to be with you again, my friend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wiDmY047cvk/RsJkVABV2cI/AAAAAAAAAIE/ouUTlcmHP9E/s1600-h/IMG_1892.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098748040082479554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wiDmY047cvk/RsJkVABV2cI/AAAAAAAAAIE/ouUTlcmHP9E/s320/IMG_1892.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; On Friday, our family, along with a guy from our church, rented a pontoon boat and took it out on a lake that is about four miles from the campground.  We had the boat for the afternoon, and just enjoyed being outside (Friday was a lot cooler, and much more enjoyable) on the water.  We had a great time.  It was very relaxing, and it just put the finishing touch on our "family vacation".   Here's Jonathan driving the boat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wiDmY047cvk/RsJkEwBV2bI/AAAAAAAAAH8/WL_Om9x_Uj4/s1600-h/IMG_1929.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098747760909605298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wiDmY047cvk/RsJkEwBV2bI/AAAAAAAAAH8/WL_Om9x_Uj4/s320/IMG_1929.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And so now, by this time, we've made the journey home, unloaded the motor home, done all of the laundry, put everything away, and are still exhausted from the heat, we feel like the picture below...lethargic.  I just thought this was so cute.  Her pacifier hanging out of her mouth.  I just had to take her picture. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wiDmY047cvk/RsJjtgBV2aI/AAAAAAAAAH0/5ACHTQNzx1M/s1600-h/IMG_1935.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098747361477646754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wiDmY047cvk/RsJjtgBV2aI/AAAAAAAAAH0/5ACHTQNzx1M/s320/IMG_1935.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I did want to say one more thing.  We had a wonderful time, it was great being away, and enjoy all of the things listed above, as well as many other things.  But probably the biggest miracle of all was the fact that Paul made it through the whole week without any respiratory problems.  He didn't have to use his nebulizer once, and very rarely had to use even his maintenance inhaler.  For anyone that knows Paul very well at all, knows that this is a miracle.  With the weather that we had last week (in the 90's, with very high humidity), he rode his bike 5-6 miles a day, and did fine.  I just want to take this opportunity to thank the Lord for His touch on his behalf.  Six years ago, he probably would have ended up in the ER.  God certainly has touched him, and we are so very thankful.    God is so good, and even though He didn't change the weather like we had prayed, He proved Himself faithful to us by giving Paul such a special touch.  Praise the Lord!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5811086799993742857-1348240722085736660?l=pdurgan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pdurgan.blogspot.com/feeds/1348240722085736660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5811086799993742857&amp;postID=1348240722085736660' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811086799993742857/posts/default/1348240722085736660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811086799993742857/posts/default/1348240722085736660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pdurgan.blogspot.com/2007/08/laughter-licks-listening-laundry.html' title='Laughter, Licks, Listening, Laundry, LaDonna, Lakes, and Lethargic'/><author><name>Catrena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11211887688900509637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wiDmY047cvk/RsJnCgBV2iI/AAAAAAAAAI0/YsHxHdcVN4M/s72-c/IMG_1895.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5811086799993742857.post-6086859866910993760</id><published>2007-08-02T12:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T22:34:00.178-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Home Away From Home...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wiDmY047cvk/RrIRygBV2ZI/AAAAAAAAAHs/2_ESZeap6S4/s1600-h/IMG_1879.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094153687796144530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wiDmY047cvk/RrIRygBV2ZI/AAAAAAAAAHs/2_ESZeap6S4/s320/IMG_1879.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; You are looking at our home away from home, after tomorrow, where we will spend the next 10 nights.  We are headed to Camp meeting.  I grew up going to camp, and absolutely loved it, and never would have wanted to miss it.  So...when I began having children, I wanted the same thing for them.  So when Jonathan was about two or three, we started going to camp, and haven't missed a year since.  My children look forward to this time all year long.  In the dead of winter, they talk about it, wishing they could go.  This is our "family vacation".  This is the third year that Paul has been able to take the whole time off, and go along, and we love it.  We go to the Friends Camp in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Muncie&lt;/span&gt;, In.  This year the evangelists are:  Gary &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Breuger&lt;/span&gt; and The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Cassideys&lt;/span&gt;.  We're really looking forward to the R&amp;R as well as fellowship and spiritual enrichment.  We leave tomorrow evening after Paul gets home from work, and we can hardly wait.  The children are practically counting the hours.  So...I won't be blogging for several days, unless I "happen" upon a computer I can use that has wireless Internet (not counting on that though).  Everyone take care, and be sure to stop back by in a couple of weeks to check out the pics that I'm sure I'll have from camp.  If you think of it, pray that the weather will cool down a bit, it's supposed to be stifling, and Paul really doesn't deal well with the humidity (he has severe asthma). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5811086799993742857-6086859866910993760?l=pdurgan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pdurgan.blogspot.com/feeds/6086859866910993760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5811086799993742857&amp;postID=6086859866910993760' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811086799993742857/posts/default/6086859866910993760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811086799993742857/posts/default/6086859866910993760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pdurgan.blogspot.com/2007/08/our-home-away-from-home.html' title='Our Home Away From Home...'/><author><name>Catrena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11211887688900509637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wiDmY047cvk/RrIRygBV2ZI/AAAAAAAAAHs/2_ESZeap6S4/s72-c/IMG_1879.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5811086799993742857.post-4615971285001847683</id><published>2007-07-28T22:48:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T22:34:00.543-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Tooth Fairy Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wiDmY047cvk/RqwOEwBV2YI/AAAAAAAAAHk/POFtPP3D5wQ/s1600-h/ToothBarrettSGTB%5B1%5D.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092460753421982082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wiDmY047cvk/RqwOEwBV2YI/AAAAAAAAAHk/POFtPP3D5wQ/s320/ToothBarrettSGTB%5B1%5D.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt; I forgot to share with you the "Tooth Fairy Story". As you know (if you frequently read my blog) that the other day Jeffrey lost his first tooth. Well I posted about it, and promptly forgot to put anything under his pillow. Anyway, the next morning, after he had gotten up, I remembered, so I went into his room and placed a dollar under his pillow. A little while later he came to me and informed me that the tooth fairy had not come. I told him that he'd better go in and check again. He was pretty adamant about her not coming, but I finally convinced him to go look again. A minute or so later he came to me carrying his dollar, he was so proud. He announced that she had come in the morning instead of the night before. He then turned the dollar over and stuck to the dollar was a 25 cent,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;hot pink &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;garage sale sticker. (I did not realize that it was on there.) His eyes got so big, and I said, "Looks like she must have gone to a garage sale". By looking in his eyes you could see the wheels turning. He wasn't sure just what to think about it all, but he promptly ran to Jonathan, showed him his dollar, and said, "Wook Jonathan, the tooth fairwy went to a gawage sale". When Paul got home from work, he told him the same thing. Paul told him that she probably had to have a garage sale in order to have the money to put under his pillow. LOL! I told him that she probably gathers all of these teeth and sells them at garage sales. Anyway, he was very intrigued to think that his tooth fairy goes to garage sales. Think of THAT (one of my favorite pastimes)! Wonder if she's busy next Friday? (Snicker, snicker.) Anyway, it made for a unique incident, and we had a few smiles over it. Hope it made you smile. Have a great day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5811086799993742857-4615971285001847683?l=pdurgan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pdurgan.blogspot.com/feeds/4615971285001847683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5811086799993742857&amp;postID=4615971285001847683' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811086799993742857/posts/default/4615971285001847683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811086799993742857/posts/default/4615971285001847683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pdurgan.blogspot.com/2007/07/tooth-fairy-story.html' title='Tooth Fairy Story'/><author><name>Catrena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11211887688900509637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wiDmY047cvk/RqwOEwBV2YI/AAAAAAAAAHk/POFtPP3D5wQ/s72-c/ToothBarrettSGTB%5B1%5D.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5811086799993742857.post-7615689474845963632</id><published>2007-07-24T22:17:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T22:34:02.256-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Feelin' Corny</title><content type='html'>Well, tis the season for feeling corny. Today I put up almost two bushel of sweet corn. I just wanted to post this picture so that you would all know that my children are "all out-standing in their field".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wiDmY047cvk/RqbDOQBV2XI/AAAAAAAAAHc/pfnhIl0mA2Q/s1600-h/IMG_1831.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090971078375102834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wiDmY047cvk/RqbDOQBV2XI/AAAAAAAAAHc/pfnhIl0mA2Q/s400/IMG_1831.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I picked it all, and this is the easiest way to get it from the garden to the deck where we could all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wiDmY047cvk/RqbC2wBV2WI/AAAAAAAAAHU/1__f1poWV8U/s1600-h/IMG_1829.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090970674648176994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wiDmY047cvk/RqbC2wBV2WI/AAAAAAAAAHU/1__f1poWV8U/s400/IMG_1829.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; work on husking it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wiDmY047cvk/RqbCewBV2VI/AAAAAAAAAHM/Wko5J6fTdcA/s1600-h/IMG_1832.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090970262331316562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wiDmY047cvk/RqbCewBV2VI/AAAAAAAAAHM/Wko5J6fTdcA/s400/IMG_1832.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and enjoy eating it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wiDmY047cvk/RqbCJwBV2UI/AAAAAAAAAHE/U6-kkT9kuOw/s1600-h/IMG_1838.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090969901554063682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wiDmY047cvk/RqbCJwBV2UI/AAAAAAAAAHE/U6-kkT9kuOw/s400/IMG_1838.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; You know, I love sweet corn, but it sure is a process. It's especially good fresh on the cob, but since we couldn't eat two bushel before it went to waste, it has to be processed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wiDmY047cvk/RqbBzABV2TI/AAAAAAAAAG8/4ofHDYkcpzw/s1600-h/IMG_1843.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090969510712039730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wiDmY047cvk/RqbBzABV2TI/AAAAAAAAAG8/4ofHDYkcpzw/s400/IMG_1843.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Let me stop a minute and count just how many times each ear has to be handled before the process is complete. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Picking it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Husking it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bringing it in from outside to begin the next steps.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Washing it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Putting it in the water to blanche it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Taking it out of the hot water, putting it into cold water.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Taking it out of the cold water to cut the corn off.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;The corn is now off of the ear, but it still has to be bagged.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Put bags into the freezer.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;So I guess it's about a seven step process for each ear, and then a couple of final steps to totally compete the process. No wonder I was so excited when I could look in the trash can and see THIS site...that means the job is complete.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wiDmY047cvk/RqbBhABV2SI/AAAAAAAAAG0/DdnE7fCztJg/s1600-h/IMG_1845.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090969201474394402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wiDmY047cvk/RqbBhABV2SI/AAAAAAAAAG0/DdnE7fCztJg/s400/IMG_1845.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; But it's worth it...I THINK!!!!!! (Don't ask me today, ask me sometime in January when the snow is flying, and we're enjoying homegrown sweet corn that tastes as fresh as it did today. And so much better than that canned stuff you can buy.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wiDmY047cvk/RqbBTQBV2RI/AAAAAAAAAGs/x2sYGA1nvKw/s1600-h/IMG_1846.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090968965251193106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wiDmY047cvk/RqbBTQBV2RI/AAAAAAAAAGs/x2sYGA1nvKw/s400/IMG_1846.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It's a great feeling to finally have the job completed. Done for another year...big &lt;strong&gt;SIGH!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5811086799993742857-7615689474845963632?l=pdurgan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pdurgan.blogspot.com/feeds/7615689474845963632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5811086799993742857&amp;postID=7615689474845963632' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811086799993742857/posts/default/7615689474845963632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811086799993742857/posts/default/7615689474845963632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pdurgan.blogspot.com/2007/07/feelin-corny.html' title='Feelin&apos; Corny'/><author><name>Catrena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11211887688900509637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wiDmY047cvk/RqbDOQBV2XI/AAAAAAAAAHc/pfnhIl0mA2Q/s72-c/IMG_1831.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5811086799993742857.post-3993895444868569645</id><published>2007-07-23T21:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T22:34:03.591-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Run-Away Bottle, and Other Things to Make You Smile!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090592326684104914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wiDmY047cvk/RqVqwABV2NI/AAAAAAAAAGM/yufqWBYZczs/s320/baby%2520bottle%2520i%2520stock%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;I&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; have a story to tell on myself. One that must have been hilarious to anyone looking on. As many of you know, Dale Bailey passed away last week, and his viewing and funeral were last week as well. The viewing was on Wednesday night, and the funeral was Thursday morning. We attended the viewing on Wed. night because Paul was not going to be able to get off of work on Thurs. to attend the funeral. However, myself and the children attended the funeral on Thurs. a.m. Anyway, I pulled in the parking lot of the funeral home about 10 min. before the funeral was supposed to start. I had three of the children with me (DaNae had spent the night with a friend). All of the cars that were going to the graveside they parked in rows, and very close together, I might add. Jonathan and Jeffrey got out of the van and I had decided to go out the side door of the van since I needed to get Makayla out of her seat, etc. I have the diaper bag over my shoulder and am lugging her out of the van, trying to squeeze between the back of her car seat and the back of the passenger seat. I hand the diaper bag out to Jonathan, and when I did, Makayla's bottle fell out of the bag and rolled under the van. It was drizzling, and the pavement was very wet. I asked Jonathan if he could reach the bottle. He tried, but since she wasn't able to kneel on the pavement without getting his pants all wet and dirty, it was just out of his reach. So, I handed Makayla to him, and reached in the van for the umbrella, hoping to be able to reach with it. It was one of those little short ones that collapses down so that it is real compact (not exactly what I needed at the moment). I tried pushing the button so that it would give me a little more length, and of course the whole thing went up. I could see this was not going to work. I put the umbrella back down to its smallest position, and took my place on the wet pavement. As I reached under the van, and stretched to get just beyond the bottle to roll it toward me, I accidentally bumped it, and guess what, it rolled further under the van. The bottle is now IN THE MIDDLE OF THE VAN. I looked in the van for something longer to reach with, but to no avail. So, out loud, I began asking for the Lord to help me. At that instant, as I am still on my knees, I look down the long row of cars, and at the end I see the parking lot attendant, very curiously, watching me. We make eye contact, and I start laughing. He says, "Do you need help?" And I wanted to say...well, never mind. Anyway, I told him what had happened, and he said that he could help me, he'd just get a broom or something. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090597244421658866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wiDmY047cvk/RqVvOQBV2PI/AAAAAAAAAGc/TLCtjpVu2S0/s400/240219SDC%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;He comes back about a minute later, and goes on the opposite side of the van from where I've been standing. He pushes it through, and about the time it gets to where we're standing, Jonathan accidentally kicked it, and it rolled under the next vehicle parked beside us. About this time, the parking lot attendant says: "Did you get it", and when I told him that it had rolled under the next vehicle he said, "Oh, you've got to be kidding me". By this time I was so tickled. Jonathan went on the other side of the vehicle parked next to us, and it had rolled to the other side, and he was able to get it. It was soooo funny. I think the attendant probably thought I was nuts. Here I am, rushing in at the last minute with all of these kids parading behind, and then this. It was hilarious, and I'm sure that if anyone else was watching, they must have been quite entertained. Anyway, then we have about 30 seconds to gain our composure before we walked into the funeral home. But we did it!!!! (Wet knees and all!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;This picture just makes me laugh when I look at it. The other night Paul went in to play the keyboard, and when he realized I was taking his picture, this was the response I got. I must say, my husband has such a contagious laugh (Jeffrey gets his laugh from his daddy). When you hear them laughing, you just can't help but laugh too. It was good to hear him play again, it's been a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wiDmY047cvk/RqVqKwBV2LI/AAAAAAAAAF8/Eagi6qWw7EQ/s1600-h/IMG_1812.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090591686733977778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wiDmY047cvk/RqVqKwBV2LI/AAAAAAAAAF8/Eagi6qWw7EQ/s320/IMG_1812.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt; I've found a new spot for Makayla when I'm working in the kitchen. She like to be up where she can see, and she tires of her high chair quickly. One of our Mennonite friends used to put her little boy in her kitchen sink, and I thought that was a great idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wiDmY047cvk/RqVp0QBV2KI/AAAAAAAAAF0/lAsI2rEsdMY/s1600-h/IMG_1819.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090591300186921122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wiDmY047cvk/RqVp0QBV2KI/AAAAAAAAAF0/lAsI2rEsdMY/s320/IMG_1819.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt; Makayla loves it because she is up where she can see what's going on, and I can give her toys and things to play with, and I don't have to worry so much about her throwing them on the floor. As you can see in the picture below, she's enjoying her graham cracker too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wiDmY047cvk/RqVpigBV2JI/AAAAAAAAAFs/0BoMRT747ec/s1600-h/IMG_1820.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090590995244243090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wiDmY047cvk/RqVpigBV2JI/AAAAAAAAAFs/0BoMRT747ec/s320/IMG_1820.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt; The kids put this hat on her tonight, and I just couldn't help myself. I just had to grab the camera. She is quite the "ham" these days, and she's finding that if she does something, and it makes the other kids laugh, well, by all means, lets do it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wiDmY047cvk/RqVpOQBV2II/AAAAAAAAAFk/eG5cFqTByUQ/s1600-h/IMG_1842.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090590647351892098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wiDmY047cvk/RqVpOQBV2II/AAAAAAAAAFk/eG5cFqTByUQ/s320/IMG_1842.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt; Jeffrey lost his first tooth today. He's pretty proud. He came to me today wiggling it, and it was bleeding. I asked him if he wanted me to pull it, or if he was just going to leave it. He said that he would leave it. About two minutes later he came in proclaiming the news that he had pulled it. He was so excited. Sure hope the tooth fairy doesn't forget her duties tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wiDmY047cvk/RqVo7wBV2HI/AAAAAAAAAFc/sbiUGgj1dRk/s1600-h/IMG_1836.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090590329524312178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wiDmY047cvk/RqVo7wBV2HI/AAAAAAAAAFc/sbiUGgj1dRk/s320/IMG_1836.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;This weekend, Jeffrey and DaNae both learned to ride their bikes without training wheels. Need less to say, I could hardly keep them off of their bikes today. It's quite an accomplishment for them, and now they can't seem to get enough. They've found a new freedom and Mama's reminded again just how fast they're growing up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5811086799993742857-3993895444868569645?l=pdurgan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pdurgan.blogspot.com/feeds/3993895444868569645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5811086799993742857&amp;postID=3993895444868569645' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811086799993742857/posts/default/3993895444868569645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811086799993742857/posts/default/3993895444868569645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pdurgan.blogspot.com/2007/07/run-away-bottle-and-other-things-to.html' title='The Run-Away Bottle, and Other Things to Make You Smile!'/><author><name>Catrena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11211887688900509637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wiDmY047cvk/RqVqwABV2NI/AAAAAAAAAGM/yufqWBYZczs/s72-c/baby%2520bottle%2520i%2520stock%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5811086799993742857.post-8964455899509952154</id><published>2007-07-17T22:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T22:34:06.623-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Poses, Play Dough, Princes and Putt Putt</title><content type='html'>Well, the last time I blogged it was a blog about my children, and when I went to post a picture of them, I realized that I did not have a real recent one of all of them together. So on Saturday, they were all dressed somewhat alike, and so I thought it would be a good time to get a shot of them together. This pose is about my favorite out of the bunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wiDmY047cvk/Rp2Fed2rgLI/AAAAAAAAAFU/a7EuabtqvuY/s1600-h/IMG_1780.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088369912455069874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wiDmY047cvk/Rp2Fed2rgLI/AAAAAAAAAFU/a7EuabtqvuY/s320/IMG_1780.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;This week I've been working with Jeffrey to get him ready to go to kindergarten. We've been playing all sorts of games, and doing lots of tactile learning as well. On Friday we did quite a bit with play dough, and then after the learning part was done, we resorted to making bears (not pictured) and turtles. We each made one, and I thought that my budding artists didn't do too bad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wiDmY047cvk/Rp2FBd2rgKI/AAAAAAAAAFM/Rj57ZGGkFT8/s1600-h/IMG_1766.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088369414238863522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wiDmY047cvk/Rp2FBd2rgKI/AAAAAAAAAFM/Rj57ZGGkFT8/s320/IMG_1766.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then on Monday my sister, who is an elementary school teacher, came to visit, and help me write some lesson plans for the remainder for the summer, helping Jeffrey with his alphabet, etc. While they were here, Jonathan hooked up the little trailer to his bike (thanks to Julie Waggoner's garage sale) that I bought this weekend, and he was the butler, and Jeffrey and my niece, Elizabeth were the king and queen. They looked so cute. When they got out of the "carriage" Jeffrey helped Elizabeth out, and put his arm around her as they were walking away. I tried to get a picture of that too, but that moment got away too quickly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wiDmY047cvk/Rp2EyN2rgJI/AAAAAAAAAFE/EcOY6pi8CFo/s1600-h/IMG_1784.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088369152245858450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wiDmY047cvk/Rp2EyN2rgJI/AAAAAAAAAFE/EcOY6pi8CFo/s320/IMG_1784.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Then tonight we had a "Girls Night Out". All of the ladies from church were invited. We dined at the Olive Garden, then we went and played Putt Putt. There were 17 of us in all, and we had a blast. After we played our round of "golf", Melva Carey bought tokens for all of us to do the batting range. It was a hoot. Ask Sarah Fry how much fun it was. After we left there we had a Chinese fire drill on the way home, with only SOME passengers participating...ahem...Kim Waggoner. All in all it was a wonderful time, and I can't wait until we can do it again. I really needed the time out. Thanks, Beth Wilhelm, for organizing this event. Not everyone that went to dinner went to play putt putt, so the pictures below only show those that went to play golf too. Sorry Cathy, Bobby Jean and Birdie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wiDmY047cvk/Rp2EdN2rgII/AAAAAAAAAE8/bo2Rq8IX7K8/s1600-h/IMG_1788.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088368791468605570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wiDmY047cvk/Rp2EdN2rgII/AAAAAAAAAE8/bo2Rq8IX7K8/s320/IMG_1788.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; L-R: Sarah Fry, Catherine Highlander, Kim Waggoner, and Janice Cooper. I was on this team too, but I took the picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wiDmY047cvk/Rp2EId2rgHI/AAAAAAAAAE0/ZW7d4qZavIE/s1600-h/IMG_1790.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088368434986319986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wiDmY047cvk/Rp2EId2rgHI/AAAAAAAAAE0/ZW7d4qZavIE/s320/IMG_1790.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L-R: Julie Waggoner, Rachel Stafford, Jenny Gardner, Jody Johnson, Rose Fry, Melissa Huffer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wiDmY047cvk/Rp2D6N2rgGI/AAAAAAAAAEs/yEaC5CMHsa0/s1600-h/IMG_1793.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088368190173184098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wiDmY047cvk/Rp2D6N2rgGI/AAAAAAAAAEs/yEaC5CMHsa0/s320/IMG_1793.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L-R: Lynette Cooper, Melva Carey, and Beth Wilhelm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wiDmY047cvk/Rp2Dr92rgFI/AAAAAAAAAEk/1eMu8Zc75Yo/s1600-h/IMG_1794.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088367945360048210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wiDmY047cvk/Rp2Dr92rgFI/AAAAAAAAAEk/1eMu8Zc75Yo/s320/IMG_1794.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jenny did more fishing than putting. There were water traps all throughout the course, and I think she fished her ball out of the water more than anyone else. It was hilarious. Here she is fishing again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wiDmY047cvk/Rp2DdN2rgEI/AAAAAAAAAEc/d4KjSHmNGLk/s1600-h/IMG_1798.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088367691956977730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wiDmY047cvk/Rp2DdN2rgEI/AAAAAAAAAEc/d4KjSHmNGLk/s320/IMG_1798.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She finally decided that this was a better way to play. Just use the net that was used to fish the ball out of the water to get the ball in the hole. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wiDmY047cvk/Rp2DMd2rgDI/AAAAAAAAAEU/-Eo39yFsGZ8/s1600-h/IMG_1799.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088367404194168882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wiDmY047cvk/Rp2DMd2rgDI/AAAAAAAAAEU/-Eo39yFsGZ8/s320/IMG_1799.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since there were several of us, we split up into three teams. These three ladies were the "winners" out of the three teams...they had the most points!!!!!!!! It sure was a lot of fun though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And, last but certainly not least, one final picture. Sarah Fry in the batting cage. She was never so glad to get out of there. I'm not sure if she thought she was playing soccer, cause some of the time she was chasing the ball, then sometimes I think she thought she was playing dodge ball, because she was trying to get away from it. It certainly was a Kodak moment. I didn't get the funny parts, but I think Julie Waggoner has a video of it, I'm hoping she'll post on her blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wiDmY047cvk/Rp2C992rgCI/AAAAAAAAAEM/ymjZ8kacDVg/s1600-h/IMG_1805.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088367155086065698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wiDmY047cvk/Rp2C992rgCI/AAAAAAAAAEM/ymjZ8kacDVg/s320/IMG_1805.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hey, everybody, thanks for stopping by, and hope you'll check in again soon, and be sure to let me know you were here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5811086799993742857-8964455899509952154?l=pdurgan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pdurgan.blogspot.com/feeds/8964455899509952154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5811086799993742857&amp;postID=8964455899509952154' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811086799993742857/posts/default/8964455899509952154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811086799993742857/posts/default/8964455899509952154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pdurgan.blogspot.com/2007/07/poses-play-dough-princes-and-putt-putt.html' title='Poses, Play Dough, Princes and Putt Putt'/><author><name>Catrena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11211887688900509637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wiDmY047cvk/Rp2Fed2rgLI/AAAAAAAAAFU/a7EuabtqvuY/s72-c/IMG_1780.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5811086799993742857.post-3251762089584228876</id><published>2007-07-13T00:00:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T22:34:06.830-06:00</updated><title type='text'>You Know You're a Mother of Young Children When...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wiDmY047cvk/RpcPCN2rgBI/AAAAAAAAAEE/KtrlXa0cusQ/s1600-h/IMG_0151+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086550834891423762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wiDmY047cvk/RpcPCN2rgBI/AAAAAAAAAEE/KtrlXa0cusQ/s320/IMG_0151+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wiDmY047cvk/RpcHJ92rgAI/AAAAAAAAAD8/V4-XqF60REA/s1600-h/march_spring_break06_110%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In the past several days several things have happened, constantly reminding me that I am a typical mother of younger children. So tonight (since I can't sleep), I've decided to list some of them for you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know I have children when:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am forever asking "Who took my comb?"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I always have dirty dishes in my sink.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I frequently have to re-fill my water bottle since it seems to have become the "community" cup.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;My kitchen utensils are found in the sandbox.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I can't find my shoes because one of my children is wearing them.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have a perpetual "burp" stain on everything I wear.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;My "purse" is a big black bag with a little bear that says "Similac" on it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Just to name a few. But last, and certainly not least (drum roll please...........)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I find that my supply of feminine products is slowly dwindling because they are being used as "band-aids" for MOSQUITO bites (can you believe it?)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;But you know what? I wouldn't trade a one of them for anything. Because I am rewarded to know that I'm a mother when:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;A batch of chocolate chip cookies disappear in less than 24 hours.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I little five year old wraps his chubby arms around my neck and kisses me sweetly.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I find a note laying on the bathroom sink telling me she loves me.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I hear, "Mom, you're the best cook in the world".&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;A child comes in carrying a fist full of wild flowers to give to me.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;He asks me one more time to tuck him into bed (I know these days will soon be past).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;She searches the room looking for me, and breaks into a beautiful smile when our eyes meet.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;They kiss me good-night and tell me they love me.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Wow!!!! I am sooooooooo blessed. Thank you, Lord, for the treasure you have given me in my four beautiful children. What a blessing from your hand they are in my life. Thanks for reminding me that my job as a mommy is worth every minute that I invest in them. I love you all, Jonathan, DaNae, Jeffrey and Makayla.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5811086799993742857-3251762089584228876?l=pdurgan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pdurgan.blogspot.com/feeds/3251762089584228876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5811086799993742857&amp;postID=3251762089584228876' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811086799993742857/posts/default/3251762089584228876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811086799993742857/posts/default/3251762089584228876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pdurgan.blogspot.com/2007/07/you-know-youre-mother-of-young-children.html' title='You Know You&apos;re a Mother of Young Children When...'/><author><name>Catrena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11211887688900509637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wiDmY047cvk/RpcPCN2rgBI/AAAAAAAAAEE/KtrlXa0cusQ/s72-c/IMG_0151+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5811086799993742857.post-2843275223479431174</id><published>2007-07-11T16:04:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T22:34:07.161-06:00</updated><title type='text'>"Doctor, Doctor, Have Mercy On Me!"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wiDmY047cvk/RpVGKGm3VVI/AAAAAAAAAD0/6Vb3pgaP7ps/s1600-h/IMG_1764.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086048493571102034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wiDmY047cvk/RpVGKGm3VVI/AAAAAAAAAD0/6Vb3pgaP7ps/s320/IMG_1764.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Well, today &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Makayla&lt;/span&gt; had to go to the doctor to get some immunizations. She got one orally, and four shots, two in each leg. I had all of the children with me, so they all got to experience their little sister being pricked and poked, and it was pretty hard on them to stand by and watch. Of course she cried harder with every poke, so the drama &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;intensified&lt;/span&gt;. That's the first thing that was on our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;agenda&lt;/span&gt; today. Anyway, pretty much the usual. Didn't want to plan anything too intense for the day because I wasn't sure how &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Makayla&lt;/span&gt; would fair after all of her shots. So far so good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we got home from the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;dr&lt;/span&gt;., we worked up another large batch of beans (the are bearing VERY good this year)! Now I am baking some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;zucchini&lt;/span&gt; bread, we have several zucchini that need to be used, so thought I'd make some good zucchini, chocolate chip bread. I've grilled the zucchini (yummy), and made a great casserole out of it (thank you, Sis. Cutler) and I'm sure I'll probably make more bread and probably some muffins. If anyone has any other good ideas of what I can do with it, or if anyone wants some, please let me know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5811086799993742857-2843275223479431174?l=pdurgan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pdurgan.blogspot.com/feeds/2843275223479431174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5811086799993742857&amp;postID=2843275223479431174' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811086799993742857/posts/default/2843275223479431174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811086799993742857/posts/default/2843275223479431174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pdurgan.blogspot.com/2007/07/doctor-doctor-have-mercy-on-me.html' title='&quot;Doctor, Doctor, Have Mercy On Me!&quot;'/><author><name>Catrena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11211887688900509637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wiDmY047cvk/RpVGKGm3VVI/AAAAAAAAAD0/6Vb3pgaP7ps/s72-c/IMG_1764.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5811086799993742857.post-585798180126423021</id><published>2007-07-09T14:30:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T22:34:09.925-06:00</updated><title type='text'>WOW!!! What a Week!!!</title><content type='html'>Has it really been a whole week since I've blogged? Oh my. Well, I guess I have a good excuse. Last time I wrote I was preparing for company. Paul's brother and his family were here for the week. They arrived around 10:30 Monday night. Tuesday morning we got up and went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Prophetstown&lt;/span&gt; State Park in Lafayette. They have a real neat "working" pioneer farm there. We had a picnic lunch, and then visited the farm. Below is a picture of some of the horses that they use to work the farm with. They were beautiful, and really gentle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wiDmY047cvk/RpLDvWm3VUI/AAAAAAAAADs/61MUVp1uJnY/s1600-h/IMG_1674_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085342147544569154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wiDmY047cvk/RpLDvWm3VUI/AAAAAAAAADs/61MUVp1uJnY/s320/IMG_1674_2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They had a couple of antique cars there, and this antique pick-up truck the kids were able to get in. As you can see, they had a great time. From L-R: Jeffrey (eyes and nose only :), my nephew Zach (again, eyes and nose only :), &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;DaNae&lt;/span&gt;, and in the driver's seat...Jonathan. It was a lot of fun. I took more pics there, but I just didn't want to bore everyone with them. We came home, had dinner on the deck, and were up late setting off our fireworks display here at the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wiDmY047cvk/RpLDeWm3VTI/AAAAAAAAADk/0j4JFi-IsMo/s1600-h/IMG_1671.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085341855486793010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wiDmY047cvk/RpLDeWm3VTI/AAAAAAAAADk/0j4JFi-IsMo/s320/IMG_1671.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Wednesday morning we were up, had a big breakfast, played some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;badminton&lt;/span&gt; and games in the back yard, then we headed about 20 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;mins&lt;/span&gt;. away for a 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; of July parade. I couldn't resist taking the kids picture sitting on the curb waiting for the candy (by the way, they got tons of candy...just what they needed).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wiDmY047cvk/RpLDIWm3VSI/AAAAAAAAADc/jhVb4w-lcGI/s1600-h/IMG_1679.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085341477529670946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wiDmY047cvk/RpLDIWm3VSI/AAAAAAAAADc/jhVb4w-lcGI/s320/IMG_1679.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jonathan took this picture of an antique car that was passing by. The parade lasted quite a while. Thankfully we had a great spot IN THE SHADE, and it was very enjoyable. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wiDmY047cvk/RpKR7Wm3VRI/AAAAAAAAADU/fMf8hBiu13o/s1600-h/IMG_1703.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085287378121610514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wiDmY047cvk/RpKR7Wm3VRI/AAAAAAAAADU/fMf8hBiu13o/s320/IMG_1703.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We made a quick trip home, loaded up our goodies and headed to Wilhelm's for a church picnic. I got to play three games of volleyball, and had a great time. It was real nice to feel like playing again (last year I was pregnant). The games were really competitive, and the whole evening was very enjoyable. After the picnic, we headed home again to re-group, then head to the city park for the annual fireworks display. They were really good, and we dragged our weary bodies home, and got the children landed to end another very busy day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wiDmY047cvk/RpKRf2m3VQI/AAAAAAAAADM/dFXKcyqsR5A/s1600-h/DSC05902%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085286905675207938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wiDmY047cvk/RpKRf2m3VQI/AAAAAAAAADM/dFXKcyqsR5A/s320/DSC05902%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Paul was able to get Thursday off of work as well, so once again we headed north. We went to Fair Oaks Dairy Farm. I don't have any pics to post of that, but it was a great time, and enjoyed by all. We got back home around 6:30 or so. By around 7:30 I believe all of the children were in bed. It was so nice to just be able to sit and relax and visit for a while. Since Paul has to get up so early, he said his "good-byes" on Thursday night. Nothing like a brother.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wiDmY047cvk/RpKQ5Gm3VPI/AAAAAAAAADE/x4dRjjl1OP4/s1600-h/IMG_1705.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085286239955277042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wiDmY047cvk/RpKQ5Gm3VPI/AAAAAAAAADE/x4dRjjl1OP4/s320/IMG_1705.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Friday morning around 11:00 Tim, Erin, Zachary and Sammy left to head back to NY. We had a wonderful visit, and hope that they come back to visit us again soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wiDmY047cvk/RpKQl2m3VOI/AAAAAAAAAC8/v5Wmh6t3bhc/s1600-h/IMG_1706.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085285909242795234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wiDmY047cvk/RpKQl2m3VOI/AAAAAAAAAC8/v5Wmh6t3bhc/s320/IMG_1706.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Friday evening we got a babysitter for the children and around 5:30 Paul and I headed to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Noblesville&lt;/span&gt; to witness Michelle &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Stetler&lt;/span&gt; and Daniel &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Hilty's&lt;/span&gt; wedding. It was very nice, and very "Michelle". Got to see and meet some fellow &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;bloggers&lt;/span&gt; and catch up with old friends. It was nice to see many of you. She carried the "nautical" theme throughout the wedding and reception. Here is a picture of the front of the church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wiDmY047cvk/RpKQT2m3VNI/AAAAAAAAAC0/Ea85z5sx3Sw/s1600-h/IMG_1708.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085285600005149906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wiDmY047cvk/RpKQT2m3VNI/AAAAAAAAAC0/Ea85z5sx3Sw/s320/IMG_1708.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is a picture of the cake. The frosting was a real pale blue, and with icing piped all over it to look like net. The border on the cake was sea shells made out of white chocolate. The top of the table was covered with light brown sugar to resemble sand, and in it was lots of white chocolate sea shells. It was very unique. Really neat to see.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wiDmY047cvk/RpKQGWm3VMI/AAAAAAAAACs/jlyuR14v_cM/s1600-h/IMG_1747.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085285368076915906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wiDmY047cvk/RpKQGWm3VMI/AAAAAAAAACs/jlyuR14v_cM/s320/IMG_1747.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She had a background set up in the corner and wanted to get all of the guests pictures taken there to give to the bride and groom. It was really neat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wiDmY047cvk/RpKP3Gm3VLI/AAAAAAAAACk/_AEBb-fkSgs/s1600-h/IMG_1745.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085285106083910834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wiDmY047cvk/RpKP3Gm3VLI/AAAAAAAAACk/_AEBb-fkSgs/s320/IMG_1745.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The reception was a dessert reception, so mainly it was lots of really neat candy and chocolates, etc. Here is Jenny Gardner "enjoying" her chocolate covered pretzel. I told her to look for this picture on my next blog so she shouldn't be surprised by this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wiDmY047cvk/RpKPn2m3VKI/AAAAAAAAACc/PNsbW-VeJrQ/s1600-h/IMG_1750.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085284844090905762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wiDmY047cvk/RpKPn2m3VKI/AAAAAAAAACc/PNsbW-VeJrQ/s320/IMG_1750.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A picture of the happily married couple. Soon to embark on their &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Caribbean&lt;/span&gt; Cruise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wiDmY047cvk/RpKOeWm3VJI/AAAAAAAAACU/uIg1tFE64ig/s1600-h/IMG_1758.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085283581370520722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wiDmY047cvk/RpKOeWm3VJI/AAAAAAAAACU/uIg1tFE64ig/s320/IMG_1758.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The rest of the weekend was busy too. Saturday we did sleep in though. Had company Saturday evening, and Sunday was the usual. Anyway, today the children helped me this morning work up two buckets of beans to can. They are such a big help, and they sure help make the work load lighter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wiDmY047cvk/RpKOJGm3VII/AAAAAAAAACM/YCUCK4W0Rrk/s1600-h/IMG_1762.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085283216298300546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wiDmY047cvk/RpKOJGm3VII/AAAAAAAAACM/YCUCK4W0Rrk/s320/IMG_1762.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And by the end of this day this is exactly how I feel...just like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Makayla&lt;/span&gt; did yesterday at the Sunday lunch table. We've been trying to hold off putting her down right after lunch, hoping that she'll sleep a little longer so that we can all get naps. Well, as you can see, we just couldn't hold her off any longer. She was tuckered out after such a busy week, and basically no nap yesterday morning. The week ahead looks to be busy as well, but hopefully I'll get to blog a little more often. Hope to hear from all of you out there. Thanks for stopping by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wiDmY047cvk/RpKN32m3VHI/AAAAAAAAACE/p43cQcB-42k/s1600-h/IMG_1760.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085282919945557106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wiDmY047cvk/RpKN32m3VHI/AAAAAAAAACE/p43cQcB-42k/s320/IMG_1760.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5811086799993742857-585798180126423021?l=pdurgan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pdurgan.blogspot.com/feeds/585798180126423021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5811086799993742857&amp;postID=585798180126423021' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811086799993742857/posts/default/585798180126423021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811086799993742857/posts/default/585798180126423021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pdurgan.blogspot.com/2007/07/wow-what-week.html' title='WOW!!! What a Week!!!'/><author><name>Catrena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11211887688900509637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wiDmY047cvk/RpLDvWm3VUI/AAAAAAAAADs/61MUVp1uJnY/s72-c/IMG_1674_2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5811086799993742857.post-7951818085235729795</id><published>2007-07-02T22:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T22:34:10.682-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Baking, Canning, Playing, Enjoying!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Today, temperature-wise, had to be the absolute PERFECT day. It was gorgeous! It was a very productive day for me, and I am thankful. I had many helpers, but first thing this morning, myself and the three oldest children worked up some green beans out of the garden, to get them ready to can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082815809126356066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wiDmY047cvk/RonKDGm3VGI/AAAAAAAAAB8/qcoe3SlDyc0/s320/IMG_1616.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p&gt;Then I decided I'd better make some cookies since it literally has been weeks since I have baked any. I had help with making those as well.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082812648030426162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wiDmY047cvk/RonHLGm3VDI/AAAAAAAAABk/S07PJKf9Vow/s320/IMG_1601.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;I did laundry and cleaning. Paul's brother and his wife and family arrived tonight to spend the holiday with us. We have lived in Indiana for six years and they have never been to visit. We have been so excited to have them come, and the children could hardly wait for them to arrive. We have worked all day preparing for their arrival. We did however find a little time out for play. (The children had sat Makayla on the floor with her basket of toys with her back to me, he just looked so cute, I couldn't resist taking her picture.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082813674527609922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wiDmY047cvk/RonIG2m3VEI/AAAAAAAAABs/Mzj3WEs-s94/s320/IMG_1602.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;I was able to squeeze my bike ride in this evening, and just enjoyed the sunset so much. The Lord reminded me of His greatness, and just how awesome He is. I am so thankful for all of the many blessings in my life. I truly am a blessed woman, and He is so good to me. (DaNae took the picture below. I think she did a great job. Maybe I have a little photographer on my hands.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082814739679499346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wiDmY047cvk/RonJE2m3VFI/AAAAAAAAAB0/f1a3qx91GNY/s320/IMG_1612.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5811086799993742857-7951818085235729795?l=pdurgan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pdurgan.blogspot.com/feeds/7951818085235729795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5811086799993742857&amp;postID=7951818085235729795' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811086799993742857/posts/default/7951818085235729795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811086799993742857/posts/default/7951818085235729795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pdurgan.blogspot.com/2007/07/baking-canning-playing-enjoying.html' title='Baking, Canning, Playing, Enjoying!!!!'/><author><name>Catrena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11211887688900509637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wiDmY047cvk/RonKDGm3VGI/AAAAAAAAAB8/qcoe3SlDyc0/s72-c/IMG_1616.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5811086799993742857.post-5612978505882411823</id><published>2007-06-29T22:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T22:34:10.873-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank You God for My Ankle and Foot!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wiDmY047cvk/RoXS1Gm3VBI/AAAAAAAAABU/d65QJ0zGmdA/s1600-h/lucksta%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081699564305994770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wiDmY047cvk/RoXS1Gm3VBI/AAAAAAAAABU/d65QJ0zGmdA/s400/lucksta%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Well....tonight I am especially thankful that I can walk. Here's why. For the past few weeks I have been very diligent about riding my bike everyday. I am so proud of myself because my diligence is paying off, and the pounds are coming off (even if it is ever so slowly). Well, today was no exception. I usually ride in the evening, since Paul is home to watch the kids and when the temperature is a little cooler. Well, tonight about 8:30 I set out on my bike ride. As I was riding along, getting closer to town, I passed this house and two dogs came after me. However, the one that actually "nailed" me was one that looks almost exactly like the one pictured above...a PIT BULL. Thankfully he didn't even break the skin, but he did get quite a bit of a squeeze on it, and I'm already feeling the soreness. When I got home, I of course told Paul, and at the time I didn't realize that it was a Pit Bull. After I got to thinking about it, I got on-line and looked up some pictures of Pit Bulls, and seeing the pictures pretty much confirmed my suspicion. After I told Paul that, he called the Sheriff's Office. They immediately dispatched the Animal Control Officer (ACO) to come out to our house and get the story. He was very nice, and he told me...more than once, that I am a very lucky person that I did not sustain injuries much worse than I did. He said usually once a Pit Bull bites, and gets a grip, they usually don't let go. The only reason they usually let go is if they think they can get a better grip. In retrospect, I just am so thankful that the Lord protected me tonight. I realize NOW that it could have been sooooooooo much worse, and I could be in the hospital tonight, rather than at home, ...BLOGGING to you :) Anyway, the ACO left here and went immediately to the home where the dog resides, told the owners that they are to either keep the dog in the house, or if he is outside he is to be on a chain at all times. He also told us that if we are ever driving by and see that the dog is loose, we are to call him, and he will see that the dog is taken care of. I'm not afraid of dogs, but I think that I'll be making a purchase in the near future...a large can of MACE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wiDmY047cvk/RoXSUGm3VAI/AAAAAAAAABM/otqpLff921w/s1600-h/americanpitbullterrier_rb_uijun_th%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wiDmY047cvk/RoXSA2m3U_I/AAAAAAAAABE/yxSz6qdSMfE/s1600-h/americanpitbullterrier_rb_uijun_th%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5811086799993742857-5612978505882411823?l=pdurgan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pdurgan.blogspot.com/feeds/5612978505882411823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5811086799993742857&amp;postID=5612978505882411823' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811086799993742857/posts/default/5612978505882411823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811086799993742857/posts/default/5612978505882411823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pdurgan.blogspot.com/2007/06/thank-you-god-for-my-ankle-and-feet.html' title='Thank You God for My Ankle and Foot!!!'/><author><name>Catrena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11211887688900509637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wiDmY047cvk/RoXS1Gm3VBI/AAAAAAAAABU/d65QJ0zGmdA/s72-c/lucksta%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5811086799993742857.post-8672622629392728967</id><published>2007-06-27T21:58:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T22:34:11.259-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Still House Hunting</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wiDmY047cvk/RoMmQmm3U9I/AAAAAAAAAA0/SLs-3eqtKrs/s1600-h/IMG_1589.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080946871287370706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wiDmY047cvk/RoMmQmm3U9I/AAAAAAAAAA0/SLs-3eqtKrs/s320/IMG_1589.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went and looked at this house last night. It is a really nice place, but there were a few things that concerned us, just room wise, and the upstairs bathroom only had a tub, no shower, etc. It seems that it is so hard to find exactly what one is looking for, in the right price range. I guess that our tastes are too expensive, or something. It's just that we need more bedrooms, or at least more room, and bathrooms too, as our children are getting older, etc., etc. I did however come across the house pictured below today. It is really out of our price range, but as I pulled into the driveway an electric truck was pulling out. The man got out of the truck and came over to our van. He asked me if I lived there. I told him "No" that I had just seen the for sale sign, and had come to check it out.  He said, "Well, maybe they really need the money now, because I just turned their electric off for non-payment." I don't know if the house is empty, or what the situation is. The only way that we could afford this place is if they came down &lt;strong&gt;A LOT&lt;/strong&gt; on their price. It truly would be a miracle, but Paul and I both have been praying for the impossible in our lives. Nothing may ever come of it, but a least it's fun to dream. If you think of us, please pray for us that we'll find and know God's will about another house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080947515532465122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wiDmY047cvk/RoMm2Gm3U-I/AAAAAAAAAA8/doClvtTF5OU/s320/2666701_1000%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5811086799993742857-8672622629392728967?l=pdurgan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pdurgan.blogspot.com/feeds/8672622629392728967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5811086799993742857&amp;postID=8672622629392728967' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811086799993742857/posts/default/8672622629392728967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811086799993742857/posts/default/8672622629392728967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pdurgan.blogspot.com/2007/06/still-house-hunting.html' title='Still House Hunting'/><author><name>Catrena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11211887688900509637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wiDmY047cvk/RoMmQmm3U9I/AAAAAAAAAA0/SLs-3eqtKrs/s72-c/IMG_1589.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5811086799993742857.post-4658902312964544546</id><published>2007-06-25T22:21:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T22:34:11.414-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Just TOO Cute!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wiDmY047cvk/RoCG1yYvpBI/AAAAAAAAAAs/eGQ6S-JCSPg/s1600-h/Fathers_Day_2007_088%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080208638290666514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wiDmY047cvk/RoCG1yYvpBI/AAAAAAAAAAs/eGQ6S-JCSPg/s320/Fathers_Day_2007_088%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This picture was taken at church on Father's Day. This is my baby Makayla, and Jerry and Janice Cooper's little girl, Kaly. Kaly loves babies, and she just loves hugging Makayla. Just couldn't resist posting it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are more pics on the church web site. Feel free to check it out: &lt;a href="http://www.fbhc.net/"&gt;http://www.fbhc.net/&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/5811086799993742857-4658902312964544546?l=pdurgan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pdurgan.blogspot.com/feeds/4658902312964544546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5811086799993742857&amp;postID=4658902312964544546' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811086799993742857/posts/default/4658902312964544546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811086799993742857/posts/default/4658902312964544546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pdurgan.blogspot.com/2007/06/just-too-cute.html' title='Just TOO Cute!'/><author><name>Catrena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11211887688900509637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wiDmY047cvk/RoCG1yYvpBI/AAAAAAAAAAs/eGQ6S-JCSPg/s72-c/Fathers_Day_2007_088%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5811086799993742857.post-979203384889927009</id><published>2007-06-25T22:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T22:34:11.658-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Fruits of My Labors</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wiDmY047cvk/RoCGFCYvpAI/AAAAAAAAAAk/ZFEou4lnVuc/s1600-h/IMG_1575.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080207800772043778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wiDmY047cvk/RoCGFCYvpAI/AAAAAAAAAAk/ZFEou4lnVuc/s320/IMG_1575.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I cleaned out closets today, and believe it or not, it took me ALL day to do two (huge) closets. I couldn't believe that it took me that long. Of course, the day was not without many interruptions, but tonight I'm feeling like I accomplished much, and ready to hit it hard again tomorrow. I took EIGHT, yes Eight, trash bags full to Goodwill tonight. It sure felt good to get them out of here, and I'm motivated to get more done. Tomorrow I will work on dresser drawers and underneath beds (namely my children's). It will remain to be seen what all turns up from under there, but it will be a great job to get done. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5811086799993742857-979203384889927009?l=pdurgan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pdurgan.blogspot.com/feeds/979203384889927009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5811086799993742857&amp;postID=979203384889927009' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811086799993742857/posts/default/979203384889927009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811086799993742857/posts/default/979203384889927009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pdurgan.blogspot.com/2007/06/fruits-of-my-labors.html' title='Fruits of My Labors'/><author><name>Catrena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11211887688900509637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wiDmY047cvk/RoCGFCYvpAI/AAAAAAAAAAk/ZFEou4lnVuc/s72-c/IMG_1575.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5811086799993742857.post-4426955829496904904</id><published>2007-06-25T09:23:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T22:34:11.834-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Seven Months Old Today and Catching Up!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wiDmY047cvk/Rn_TUCYvo_I/AAAAAAAAAAc/bh0pFH3bwoM/s1600-h/IMG_1574.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080011245888709618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wiDmY047cvk/Rn_TUCYvo_I/AAAAAAAAAAc/bh0pFH3bwoM/s320/IMG_1574.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Makayla&lt;/span&gt; turns seven months old. It really doesn't seem possible that she has been a part of our family that long already. Anyway, she has, and time keeps marching on. She sits up well on her own now, and when she's on her belly, tries to get up on her knees, and can push herself with her toes to get to what she wants. She is spoiled, I must admit, because she has three older &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;siblings&lt;/span&gt; that think if she even whimpers that she has to be pick up, talked to, or made over in one way or another. I'm dreading when they all go off to school in the fall. I'll be holding her a lot, I'm sure. Oh well, their only young once, and I had a mother of five (whose children are all adults now) tell me last night that these are the best days. I told her that I had heard that before, and so I am trying to cherish every moment, even if I'm wore out. For all too soon they'll be grown, and I'll long for Jeffrey to ask me to tuck him in (like he did yesterday). Lord, help me focus on those tender moments, because in a heartbeat they will be no more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My friend Ladonna was here last week, and Paul's brother and his wife are coming next week, so...this week I'm playing catch up. Lots of laundry to do, I'm trying to re-organize my closet, clean out and get rid of. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Tomorrow&lt;/span&gt; evening we are going to look at a house for sale. It actually is not on the market, but our realtor has known the owners for quite some time, and they want to sell, if she has a buyer. She thought of us, and it sounds like what we've been looking for. We drove by it last week and it is really nice. We're excited, and anxious, wondering if this is the house that the Lord has for us. So...with the thoughts, in the back of our heads, of possibly moving, I'm trying to clean out things, get rid of what we don't need, and what we don't use, in preparation for that, in case this is the house for us. So it's off to clean some more. Thanks for looking us up, and feel free to let me know that you stopped by.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5811086799993742857-4426955829496904904?l=pdurgan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pdurgan.blogspot.com/feeds/4426955829496904904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5811086799993742857&amp;postID=4426955829496904904' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811086799993742857/posts/default/4426955829496904904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811086799993742857/posts/default/4426955829496904904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pdurgan.blogspot.com/2007/06/catching-up.html' title='Seven Months Old Today and Catching Up!'/><author><name>Catrena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11211887688900509637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wiDmY047cvk/Rn_TUCYvo_I/AAAAAAAAAAc/bh0pFH3bwoM/s72-c/IMG_1574.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5811086799993742857.post-8204341042961850073</id><published>2007-06-23T21:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T22:34:12.091-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Journal of a Frazzled Mother</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wiDmY047cvk/Rn3ikSYvo-I/AAAAAAAAAAU/MFDo6BGkEDc/s1600-h/IMG_1137.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079465067782579170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wiDmY047cvk/Rn3ikSYvo-I/AAAAAAAAAAU/MFDo6BGkEDc/s320/IMG_1137.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Where do I begin? Today has certainly been a day, and the children are still in "high" gear. Will today never end? Do any of you other mothers out there ever feel this way? Anyway, this afternoon we decided to go to Lafayette to do some shopping. After getting most of the shopping done (and I won't go into all of the details of THAT), we decided to go to Golden Corral for supper. It went something like this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;6:45 - Enter restaurant (Jeffrey is holding himself, begging to go to the bathroom).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;6:50 - Get through the line, boys run to the bathroom, Mom, Dad, DaNae, and Makayla go to our seat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;6:53 - Danae begs to go to the bathroom&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;6:54 - Boys return from the bathroom, we decided to go ahead and say "grace" without DaNae.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;6:55 - Daddy, Jonathan and Jeffrey go to the buffet to fill their plates. Mommy puts baby food jar in hot water to warm for Makayla.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;6:56 - DaNae returns from bathroom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;6:58 - Mommy &lt;strong&gt;spills hot water&lt;/strong&gt; that the baby food is in, cleans up mess, begins to feed Makayla.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;7:00 - Daddy, Jonathan and Jeffrey return with food, begin to eat. Daddy along with DaNae go to buffet to fill their plates.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;7:05 - Makayla is fed, daddy returns to table, mommy goes to buffet to fill plate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;7:08 - Mommy returns to table, starts to eat, feeds Makayla some sweet potatoes off of the buffet, &lt;strong&gt;she gets choked, vomits on the table&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;7:10 - Mommy &lt;strong&gt;cleans up mess&lt;/strong&gt;, then goes to the buffet to &lt;strong&gt;find some crackers&lt;/strong&gt; for Makayla.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;7:12 - Mommy returns to the table with crackers, gives Makayla some to eat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;7:13 - Makayla &lt;strong&gt;throws the crackers on the floor&lt;/strong&gt; while mommy sneaks in a few bites of food that is quickly getting cold on her plate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;7:15 - 7:20 - Mommy &lt;strong&gt;picks the chicken off of the bone&lt;/strong&gt; for DaNae and Jeffrey so that they can eat it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;7:20 - Makayla &lt;strong&gt;begins crying&lt;/strong&gt; very loudly drawing much attention to herself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;7:21 - Mommy &lt;strong&gt;makes a bottle&lt;/strong&gt; of formula for Makayla,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;7:22 - Jonathan (who is now finished with his supper) takes Makayla and &lt;strong&gt;gives her a bottle&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;7:22-7:30 - Mommy sneaks in a few more bites of her supper.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;7:30 - Makayla falls asleep. SIGH!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;7:31 - Jonathan puts Makayla in her car seat, (by the way, Daddy had to go out to the van to get the car seat, because we didn't take it in) we pop in a pacifier, cover her with a blanket, and sit her under the table (because the car seat won't sit on the seat without falling off).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;7:32-7:45 Things are going pretty well, the kids are finising up their supper. Jeffrey comes over to my side of the table, is horsing around with Jonathan, &lt;strong&gt;kicks the car seat, and wakes up Makayla.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;7:47 - Mommy picks up Makayla.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;7:50 - Jeffrey &lt;strong&gt;spills a glass of water&lt;/strong&gt;, it runs off of the table, and &lt;strong&gt;soaks the car seat&lt;/strong&gt; that is sitting under the table. Daddy grabs the car seat, 18 napkins, and starts sopping. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;8:00 - Time to go, Daddy &lt;strong&gt;folds a blanket&lt;/strong&gt; to put in car seat so that Makayla doesn't get wet when she sits in it,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;8:00 (and 30 seconds) - Jonathan &lt;strong&gt;takes the blanket out&lt;/strong&gt; of the car seat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;8:01 - Daddy &lt;strong&gt;re-folds the blanket&lt;/strong&gt;, puts it back in the car seat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;8:02 - DaNae informs us she has to go to the bathroom again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;8:03 - Walking out of the resturant, and toward the bathroom&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;8:03 - DaNae informs us that she &lt;strong&gt;left her umbrella&lt;/strong&gt; hanging on the chair. Goes back to retrieve it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;8:04-8:10 - In bathroom with DaNae.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;8:11 - Walking out of the bathroom across the restaurant. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;8:11 (and 30 seconds) DaNae informs me once again that she &lt;strong&gt;left her umbrella&lt;/strong&gt; hanging in the stall. Goes back to retrieve it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;8:15 - In the van wondering if I really did eat supper and on the verge of tears. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It probably doesn't seem that bad to you reading it, but living it was a different story. I'm sure that to anyone watching us it was like a three ring circus. Please don't get me wrong. I love my children, and wouldn't trade them for anything in this world, but right now I'd like to scream. This little journal of the restaurant experience is just a little glimpse of how it has felt that this whole day has been. I'm sure the time sequences were not just exact, but I think you get the picture. It was one caotic experience. No wonder I have indigestion. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;CAN SOMEONE PLEASE TELL ME WHERE I CAN FIND SOME CHOCOLATE?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had one more stop to make (Wal-Mart), and then we headed home. Needless to say, on the way home I DID cry. The children were singing to the top of their lungs, and carrying on. Finally, Paul got them to sing some songs together. DaNae was singing "Wide, Wide as the Ocean". She sang "I, though so unworthy, now am a child of His care..." Jonathan, jumps in singing..."and it's ONE, TWO, THREE STRIKES YOU'RE OUT at the old ballgame". About then, Makayla started crying (by this time she is very tired, hungry, needs a diaper change, etc.) and to end this memorable trip, DaNae says, "Oh my, Makayla's getting blessed" and she was as serious as could be. Paul and I just lost it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the time it has taken me to write this blog, the house is FINALLY completely quiet. It has been a whole five minutes since I've heard one of their angelic voices. I'm sure in the morning, after this tired mommy gets some sleep things will be much easier to cope with, and I look forward to a fresh new start. I'm thankful that I am blessed to be a mommy. I know that there are lots of women out there that would love to have children and can't. I am humbled that God would choose to bless me four times in such a special way, for I love them so very dearly. They sure do look like angels when they're sleeping.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5811086799993742857-8204341042961850073?l=pdurgan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pdurgan.blogspot.com/feeds/8204341042961850073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5811086799993742857&amp;postID=8204341042961850073' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811086799993742857/posts/default/8204341042961850073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811086799993742857/posts/default/8204341042961850073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pdurgan.blogspot.com/2007/06/journal-of-frazzled-mother.html' title='Journal of a Frazzled Mother'/><author><name>Catrena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11211887688900509637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wiDmY047cvk/Rn3ikSYvo-I/AAAAAAAAAAU/MFDo6BGkEDc/s72-c/IMG_1137.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5811086799993742857.post-4610353018352427230</id><published>2007-06-22T17:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T22:34:12.247-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I've FINALLY Switched!</title><content type='html'>Hello, to all those out there in blogging land. I have finally made the switch to blogspot, with the help of "Sleeping Beauty" (pictured below). I have been putting it off and putting it off, but my friend LaDonna Covert has been here this week, and she helped me do the monumental task of getting things started here. I'll be posting more later, but I just wanted to say hello, and let you know that I am officially "here", and will be blogging more soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079028072040080338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wiDmY047cvk/RnxVHyYvo9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/WF2LtPdcXJo/s320/IMG_1571.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5811086799993742857-4610353018352427230?l=pdurgan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pdurgan.blogspot.com/feeds/4610353018352427230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5811086799993742857&amp;postID=4610353018352427230' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811086799993742857/posts/default/4610353018352427230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5811086799993742857/posts/default/4610353018352427230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pdurgan.blogspot.com/2007/06/ive-finally-switched.html' title='I&apos;ve FINALLY Switched!'/><author><name>Catrena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11211887688900509637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wiDmY047cvk/RnxVHyYvo9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/WF2LtPdcXJo/s72-c/IMG_1571.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry></feed>
