<?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-4214771257032871995</id><updated>2011-07-08T00:02:15.615-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Denslinger Family</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denslingerfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4214771257032871995/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denslingerfamily.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Billie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10120690111770204336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/Si_yWtev5dI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/_aCbTvt45P8/S220/DSC_0313.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>46</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4214771257032871995.post-7499002868680050114</id><published>2009-12-19T18:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T11:07:25.512-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 11th Birthday Andre 12-19-98 and Happy 10th Gotcha Day 12-20-99</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/Sy2PmFavrJI/AAAAAAAAAcg/SiM7FOadp_E/s1600-h/MVC-008F.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417143811248729234" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/Sy2PmFavrJI/AAAAAAAAAcg/SiM7FOadp_E/s400/MVC-008F.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is my oldest baby at one year old maybe a month or two after we got home from Russia (we got home from Russia Dec 24, 1999 &lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;just in time to spend our first Christmas at home). I sit here amazed at the road we have traveled to get to this point. See I had 5 miscarriages a lot of poking, prodding, surgeries, shots, disappointment BUT God led us to this handsome little boy who needed a forever family. No matter what we went through it was so worth it to get to this sweet little guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;See today 12-19-09 my sweet little boy turned 11 with a house full of friends and their families Sal, Samantha, Donavon, Sierra along with her younger sister and three brothers, Ben, Freddie, Hannah, Rebecka and of course his little sister Tara. I love to watch him play with his friends and hear them laugh and have a great time together.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Today we celebrated with cake and ice cream of his choice but when Andre turned one it was a different story. Andre was still in the orphanage when he turned one so we went to visit him but this time we snuck in with a banana for him to eat. Poor little guy had no clue what it was and the face he made was so funny but he wanted to keep trying to eat it though. He didn't know it but when we went back to our room we celebrated his birthday with a cake (even though it was bitter sweet because he wasn't with us yet) but that cake was the worst cake I had ever tried to eat in my life lol. That will teach us to celebrate without him there, right, lol. The sweetest celebration was when we finally got him home with us to MS and his Nana came for a visit, he finally had a taste of what a real cake was suppose to be and believe me he had it ALL over him the floor and chair the dogs loved him that day lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On 12-20-99 we went to court to adopt Andre and the judge gave her permission BUT not all of the paper work. We didn't know it until about 9:oo at night and Gerry and Mick had to go and get the paper that was missing off of the Orphanage Directors desk so we could get back to Moscow. That night was a terrible snow storm and when we finally got on the road we were the only ones out there and got pulled over by the police. Talk about a scary time but Suzanne explained we had to get back to Moscow and he let us go, thank God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ride back to Moscow was a scary one. See in Russia there are no gas stations every few exits like here in the states, actually there are none and there are no lights so it was dark, snowy and there were people wearing black coats and you couldn't see them until the last minute. But we made it back to Moscow safely with God's grace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That first night was something. I had no clue what I was doing. I was the only one in the room with Andre and I sat my poor sweet baby on the bed, yes I said on the bed and left the room for a minute and heard thump, oh my goodness, right on the head he fell. Can you believe I didn't do it once but twice lol. Poor kid maybe he was better off being in the orphanage NO WAY he was better with us no matter what. I was so mad at Gerry for leaving me a lone with this sweet baby but he was running around Moscow doing things that needed to get done. So there I was with Andre and both of us sitting in our room crying together. I still can't believe how our first night went but we did get through it with two bumps and a live lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andre's whole adoption process was unusual and difficult but so worth it. I can now sit here and see God's hand in the whole process and I can't thank Him enough for all he did to make sure this sweet little guy came home with us. God is so good even among all the pain of losing my babies He made sure His plan worked the way He wanted. I'll be honest I didn't see that at that time but now do and am thankful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andre, I pray that you know how much of a blessing you are to us and how much you are loved. No matter how old you get you will always be my baby boy that I prayed for and God heard my prayers. I might not have carried you in my tummy but I carried you in my heart and we picked you and you picked us and I am so grateful. I love you Happy 11th Birthday and Happy 10th Gotcha Day!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4214771257032871995-7499002868680050114?l=denslingerfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denslingerfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7499002868680050114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4214771257032871995&amp;postID=7499002868680050114' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4214771257032871995/posts/default/7499002868680050114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4214771257032871995/posts/default/7499002868680050114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denslingerfamily.blogspot.com/2009/12/happy-11th-birthday-andre-12-19-98-and.html' title='Happy 11th Birthday Andre 12-19-98 and Happy 10th Gotcha Day 12-20-99'/><author><name>Billie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10120690111770204336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/Si_yWtev5dI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/_aCbTvt45P8/S220/DSC_0313.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/Sy2PmFavrJI/AAAAAAAAAcg/SiM7FOadp_E/s72-c/MVC-008F.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4214771257032871995.post-8222089384404565398</id><published>2009-12-07T20:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T20:58:00.313-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birth Mother's to two amazing children God could ever give me....</title><content type='html'>I was out shopping at Khol's, when on my way home I was listening to the radio and there was a  women who was talking about her birth mother. She said she was able to make contact with her through a letter. She just wanted to let her birth mother know that she appreciated what she did for her and that she was doing well and was blessed. She asked for the radio station to play Gentle Mary for her birth mother cause of the hard times she had to go through to make the decisions she had to make just like Mary did.  So, there I was basically crying at how amazing her story was. There was no anger or hatred towards her birth mother. Even though the birth mother opted not to contact her back at this point she still feels blessed.  God is so good and the women knows that what happened was met to  be. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The funny thing is that I have been thinking about this subject for a very long time now, the birth parents of both my children. I know there is no way of ever finding them and thanking them for what they did, for the sacrifice they made for their children. I for one would so love to meet them and hug them and tell them thank you. Thank you for giving birth to my beautiful children. For giving me the chance to love their babies and watch them grow. What a sacrifice it had to be for them to decide to give them up. We have from day one told our children that their birth families loved them and the decision to give them up could not have been an easy one for them. So, my kids will come to me and say things like my mommy in China or my mom in Russia when they ask questions about them.  It doesn't bother me cause I see these two women as brave, unselfish women who loved their babies very much.  I give them so much credit. The love they had for them to know they couldn't take care of their babies. What an heart breaking decision that had to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being an adoptive parent I have a heart for anyone who adopted or might be thinking about it.  Even for the parents who have to decide if they can take care of their babies, what to do, they could abort but choose to do the right thing and give people like myself a chance to be a parent.  See I am unable to carry a baby and it is heart breaking but in the end of all that pain I went through I would NOT change anything for the world.  God made sure things worked out for the  better even though I might not had seen that back then but now I know only too well.  He had other plans for us.  And  I am so thankful to God for my children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A while back I met a woman who had put up her baby for adoption at Khol's. I asked her a question about the size of something and told her that my daughter was tiny cause she was Asian. And she starting asking me questions. Next thing I knew she told me that she had a hard life and became pregnant and she put her baby up for adoption. I was shocked but as we talked more the story was amazing cause of the decision she had to make for her child to have a better life. As you all know I am an emotional person especially when it comes to adoption. I hugged this woman a complete  stranger and told her how thankful those adoptive parents must be cause I only know too well how grateful I am. I thanked her on behalf of my children's birth parents. I told her I would never be able to thank them so I thanked her on behalf of all adoptive parents. What a sacrifice she made for the best of her child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I just want to say THANK YOU to my children's birth parents. I love you cause you blessed me with these two beautiful kids. I am so thankful to the birth parent's and just hope and pray that they know that their babies are taken care of and loved unconditionally.  I pray God gives them a piece of mind knowing their babies are OK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know my blog doesn't get read by too many people and that's OK. Maybe say a quick prayer for all birth parents. Maybe you know of someone who might be thinking of putting their baby up for adoption or know of an birth parent, give them my blog for them to read this.  If I can help maybe one person to even understand what an adoptive parent feels maybe that person will have less pain in making a decision.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4214771257032871995-8222089384404565398?l=denslingerfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denslingerfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8222089384404565398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4214771257032871995&amp;postID=8222089384404565398' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4214771257032871995/posts/default/8222089384404565398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4214771257032871995/posts/default/8222089384404565398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denslingerfamily.blogspot.com/2009/12/birth-mothers-to-two-amazing-children.html' title='Birth Mother&apos;s to two amazing children God could ever give me....'/><author><name>Billie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10120690111770204336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/Si_yWtev5dI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/_aCbTvt45P8/S220/DSC_0313.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4214771257032871995.post-4855520272078833153</id><published>2009-10-24T20:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T21:41:15.291-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Four years ago, how time flies-Tara's gotcha day October 25, 2005</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/SuPJR90syCI/AAAAAAAAAcY/kCftDhL5bAo/s1600-h/100_3322.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396378089010546722" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/SuPJR90syCI/AAAAAAAAAcY/kCftDhL5bAo/s200/100_3322.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/SuPJRlxAMFI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/YC8BcMYrDJg/s1600-h/100_3320.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396378082552590418" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/SuPJRlxAMFI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/YC8BcMYrDJg/s200/100_3320.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Signing all the paper work for the adoption.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/SuPIvPvAQDI/AAAAAAAAAcI/9taVdiVUuMo/s1600-h/100_3335.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396377492523073586" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/SuPIvPvAQDI/AAAAAAAAAcI/9taVdiVUuMo/s200/100_3335.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here comes our babies, where is our sweet Tara?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/SuPIu_WJLAI/AAAAAAAAAcA/gKG1Viuqpds/s1600-h/100_3339.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396377488123833346" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/SuPIu_WJLAI/AAAAAAAAAcA/gKG1Viuqpds/s200/100_3339.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Daddy and Mommy so excited to have their sweet little angle God blessed us with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/SuPIujHsTnI/AAAAAAAAAb4/VlMHe2Kfttc/s1600-h/100_3358.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396377480547028594" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/SuPIujHsTnI/AAAAAAAAAb4/VlMHe2Kfttc/s200/100_3358.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tara fell a sleep on the bus ride back to the hotel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/SuPIuUisWtI/AAAAAAAAAbw/QdW9lQr3glM/s1600-h/100_3368.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396377476633746130" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/SuPIuUisWtI/AAAAAAAAAbw/QdW9lQr3glM/s200/100_3368.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After she woke up she was in a great mood and smiling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/SuPIuAYcioI/AAAAAAAAAbo/NG8BpZxt7oE/s1600-h/100_3396.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396377471222057602" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/SuPIuAYcioI/AAAAAAAAAbo/NG8BpZxt7oE/s200/100_3396.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After a long day of being loved on and cared for by Daddy cause Mommy was in bed sick after all the excitement of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-c49ce23f1d7c25fe" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v2.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dc49ce23f1d7c25fe%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330073983%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D8513E440D58DFFB61848BBC2CAB8D489760291B0.704B7ADDD0F9E5BC01B53A01BBACE425299D30C1%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dc49ce23f1d7c25fe%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DpDn_yLpDBmFMTdSlQvH4zjUX9ME&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v2.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dc49ce23f1d7c25fe%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330073983%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D8513E440D58DFFB61848BBC2CAB8D489760291B0.704B7ADDD0F9E5BC01B53A01BBACE425299D30C1%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dc49ce23f1d7c25fe%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DpDn_yLpDBmFMTdSlQvH4zjUX9ME&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div&gt;This was taken when the babies were in another room and we were able to get a glimpse of them waiting for us to meet them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-e60e9af4a3b671f6" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v2.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3De60e9af4a3b671f6%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330073983%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D69A671177BA6580C5A161E8AC0E7DBE8231836F9.1E9140D2CC57469D36459BF83FE80BD004CF6D89%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3De60e9af4a3b671f6%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DcJNsBBYl7IJacVgRrUKIGqGeVkQ&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v2.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3De60e9af4a3b671f6%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330073983%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D69A671177BA6580C5A161E8AC0E7DBE8231836F9.1E9140D2CC57469D36459BF83FE80BD004CF6D89%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3De60e9af4a3b671f6%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DcJNsBBYl7IJacVgRrUKIGqGeVkQ&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;This is such an emotional time in my life and so many emotions going through me and wishing Andre was there to share it with us.  Yes, I was the same way when we received Andre in Russia.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I sit here in amazement that it has been 4 years since we were united with our sweet little angle God had picked out for us.  So many emotions so many feelings it is hard to put into words.  This whole adoption came about cause I really didn't want Andre to grow up without a brother or sister.  When he started kindergarten I really had an ache in my heart for another child.  I really thought I was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; with only one child but wanted more for Andre.  I know only too well what it is like to grow up without a sibling.  I knew God had done everything in the process for Andre I knew He would make it possible for us again if it was in His plan.  And it was.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Our friends from Mississippi told us about &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;CCAI&lt;/span&gt; and their adoption and when I went to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;CCAI's&lt;/span&gt; web site and saw those sweet beautiful faces I was hooked.  It took us a while to get all our paper work together and sent into China.  The day we received our referral was the most exciting time for our family.  &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;CCAI&lt;/span&gt; called and told us to go to our computer so the three of us sat around the computer waiting for the picture of our angle.  Andre was so excited and couldn't wait to see his sister.  When the picture came up all I could say was how beautiful she was and crying I couldn't even talk to the lady on the phone.  She gave us the info and everything that would be happening and happening soon.  Andre called Nana and Papa as soon as we had the picture to share the news with them.  Than we spent that day as a family of three flying a kite at the high school and racing cars knowing we would soon be a family of four.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We traveled to China October 22, 2005 spent time in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hong&lt;/span&gt; Kong and than we flew into &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hunan&lt;/span&gt; the night before we were to meet our angle.  We didn't take Andre not knowing what the process would be like and afraid it might be like it was in Russia.  Thank God it wasn't and we regret now not taking him.  But he was at home safe and sound with Nana and Grandma Carol.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Gotcha Day, October 25, 2005 at 3:00 am I was wide a wake I just couldn't sleep knowing that day I would be holding our angle.  Before we could go get our babies we had some more paper work to sign and they taught us how to make the bottles for the babies and cut our nipples cause the rice formula was so thick.  Than we went and got on the bus everyone was so excited.  We got to the building where the babies were and we had to do more waiting it was a killer.  I just wanted so bad to run in there and get her.  When it was our turn to go in I think we were like the second or third in line to receive our baby.  When it was our turn all my emotions took over.  The man brought Tara over to us and we still couldn't hold her until we made sure she was ours they showed us her paper work and when we said yes he handed her to us.  I was numb, crying and couldn't believe I was holding our angle, finally, after all those months.  She never cried, she just looked around wondering what was going on.  She fell a sleep in my arms on our way back to the hotel.  We were told to go to our rooms and wait for the doctor to come around.  The doctor said Tara was fine and we didn't have any problems.  After everything that happened that day I was feeling sick so for the first night Gerry took care of Tara until she fell a sleep.  He actually fell a sleep leaning on the side of her crib.  He was so happy to have his daughter.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We waited a long time to have the family we have.  I can say one thing and that is God had everything to do with both of the adoptions.  His hand was all over both of them and I can't thank God enough and praise Him enough for what He has done for our family.  We were put through a lot trying to have a family but when I was going through the stuff I had to go through I had no idea what bigger plan He had for us and I am so happy it has worked out the way it has.  All the heart ache and all, thank you God for everything.  I know my five other sweet babies are waiting for me in heaven but for now I have two wonder, sweet, beautiful children here to love and care for.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thank you for reliving our magical day four years ago.  I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;truly&lt;/span&gt; feel blessed.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Happy Gotcha Day Tara, Daddy, Mommy and Andre love you and we're so happy you are here with us.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4214771257032871995-4855520272078833153?l=denslingerfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denslingerfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4855520272078833153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4214771257032871995&amp;postID=4855520272078833153' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4214771257032871995/posts/default/4855520272078833153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4214771257032871995/posts/default/4855520272078833153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denslingerfamily.blogspot.com/2009/10/four-years-ago-how-time-flies-taras.html' title='Four years ago, how time flies-Tara&apos;s gotcha day October 25, 2005'/><author><name>Billie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10120690111770204336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/Si_yWtev5dI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/_aCbTvt45P8/S220/DSC_0313.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/SuPJR90syCI/AAAAAAAAAcY/kCftDhL5bAo/s72-c/100_3322.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4214771257032871995.post-9130728264174010237</id><published>2009-08-26T05:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T05:44:55.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stuff to share</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/SpUpT341gmI/AAAAAAAAAaA/e4OyJq3Ymp0/s1600-h/DSC_0007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 166px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374247151733146210" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/SpUpT341gmI/AAAAAAAAAaA/e4OyJq3Ymp0/s200/DSC_0007.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/SpUpTkqv3AI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/3lYMjWutvdE/s1600-h/DSC_0006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 132px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374247146573782018" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/SpUpTkqv3AI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/3lYMjWutvdE/s200/DSC_0006.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/SpUpTFgOq-I/AAAAAAAAAZw/ZNmNgcdpvIY/s1600-h/DSC_0005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 109px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374247138208164834" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/SpUpTFgOq-I/AAAAAAAAAZw/ZNmNgcdpvIY/s200/DSC_0005.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt;, this was Andre's first day of 5&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; grade.  I still can't believe he is in last year of elementary school.  He was so excited to start.  He even got the teacher he wanted, Miss Lee and Miss Lowe.  I had the chance to talk with them and they seem very open and willing to help IF there are any problems.  We have gotten this far without us being called into the school I am praying it stays that way &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;.  It seems like yesterday we were in Russia getting him, time flies by so fast. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/SpUooGWtyVI/AAAAAAAAAZo/8WYCXuYtBaQ/s1600-h/DSC_0015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 166px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374246399702321490" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/SpUooGWtyVI/AAAAAAAAAZo/8WYCXuYtBaQ/s200/DSC_0015.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; At the end of last year all the kids had to decide what they wanted to do this year, band, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;orchestra&lt;/span&gt;, course or Husky TV.  Well, Andre decided on &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;orchestra&lt;/span&gt; and playing the violin.  He hasn't had the chance to start playing yet.  His teacher is still over seas fighting for our freedom.  But he is excited and can't wait to try.  I hope it works out cause they say those who play the violin become better with their math, let's hope &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;.  Right now if he stays in he will perform at two different concerts this year.  I can't wait.  I will let you know when that happens and if.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/SpUon5gURUI/AAAAAAAAAZg/w0BduCwZAiY/s1600-h/DSC_0014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 132px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374246396252931394" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/SpUon5gURUI/AAAAAAAAAZg/w0BduCwZAiY/s200/DSC_0014.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tara and Hailey, Tara is a little &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;board&lt;/span&gt; without her big brother around to play with so she has been playing with Hailey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/SpUonSh4mbI/AAAAAAAAAZY/wj7VCTtq2oQ/s1600-h/DSC_0012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 132px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374246385790523826" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/SpUonSh4mbI/AAAAAAAAAZY/wj7VCTtq2oQ/s200/DSC_0012.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt;, this I have to know, do all little girls like to undress their barbies?  We have naked barbies laying everywhere &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;.  She say, they taken a  bath &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;momma&lt;/span&gt;........  I would like to see clothes on them.  I remember always taking one outfit off BUT always putting another one on.  Please let me know is this normal or should I be worried about her older years &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/SpUnsZdxzGI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/vQEqocjV2Sw/s1600-h/DSC_0029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 132px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374245374040067170" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/SpUnsZdxzGI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/vQEqocjV2Sw/s200/DSC_0029.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/SpUnr9Q17zI/AAAAAAAAAZI/NgZ5rb-1Jys/s1600-h/DSC_0028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 160px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374245366469619506" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/SpUnr9Q17zI/AAAAAAAAAZI/NgZ5rb-1Jys/s200/DSC_0028.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/SpUnrk2hjyI/AAAAAAAAAZA/VpkOH2Z3voo/s1600-h/DSC_0024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 160px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374245359916781346" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/SpUnrk2hjyI/AAAAAAAAAZA/VpkOH2Z3voo/s200/DSC_0024.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is a dragonfly I saw on our plants yesterday.  I thought the pictures turned out cute and wanted to share.  Hope you enjoy them too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;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/4214771257032871995-9130728264174010237?l=denslingerfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denslingerfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/9130728264174010237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4214771257032871995&amp;postID=9130728264174010237' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4214771257032871995/posts/default/9130728264174010237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4214771257032871995/posts/default/9130728264174010237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denslingerfamily.blogspot.com/2009/08/stuff-to-share.html' title='Stuff to share'/><author><name>Billie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10120690111770204336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/Si_yWtev5dI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/_aCbTvt45P8/S220/DSC_0313.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/SpUpT341gmI/AAAAAAAAAaA/e4OyJq3Ymp0/s72-c/DSC_0007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4214771257032871995.post-7780504938485061683</id><published>2009-08-08T13:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T13:22:05.077-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jilted by my date:(</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt;, today I had planned a date day with Andre and Gerry would take Tara and do something.  Ever since we lived in Mississippi Andre and I would go to Olive Garden with my friend and her kids which happen to be about the same age, so he has fond memories of going there.  My goal was to spend time alone with him and finish his school shopping, looking for shoes.  Well, we got his shoes, stopped by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Piggly&lt;/span&gt; Wiggly for their tent sale which had some really good deals and than we were off to Olive Garden for lunch.  Well guess what happened?  Sitting there I saw a look on Andre's face that told me something wasn't right, he was sick.  I paid the bill and we left to come home.  My poor baby (he would be mad to know I wrote that) was in tears and couldn't wait to leave.  I knew he was sick when he didn't want to finish his meal and finish shopping.  I felt so bad for him.  Next time I told him he is going to pay &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;.  So now we are home and he is relaxing on the couch and Tara is on the floor playing with stuff and beating up a stuff horse &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt; and singing.  I hope this sickness doesn't go around the house I have had enough of it and don't want anymore.  Hope everyone out there is well and not in the same boat.  We will be staying home tomorrow from Church cause the flu is going around there &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ughhhhhhh&lt;/span&gt; will it ever end probably not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4214771257032871995-7780504938485061683?l=denslingerfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denslingerfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7780504938485061683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4214771257032871995&amp;postID=7780504938485061683' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4214771257032871995/posts/default/7780504938485061683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4214771257032871995/posts/default/7780504938485061683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denslingerfamily.blogspot.com/2009/08/jilted-by-my-date.html' title='Jilted by my date:('/><author><name>Billie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10120690111770204336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/Si_yWtev5dI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/_aCbTvt45P8/S220/DSC_0313.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4214771257032871995.post-129475076243413276</id><published>2009-08-06T19:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T20:16:55.775-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summers over and 5th grade here we come!</title><content type='html'>Wow,  I don't know where the time has gone but today I had to sign Andre up for the 5th grade.  I can't believe first of all our little boy, OK young man, tween is headed into 5th grade.  It seems like yesterday we were in Russia and running around trying to get things done to bring him home.  I think what scares me more is to think he will be in middle school next year.  He will graduate to youth classes (not sure what they actually call it) at Church next year.  It seems like this is the last year of my little boy, he would be so mad at me for saying that lol.  I love you Andre and am very proud of you.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second I can't believe the summer is almost over.  It has flown by and I don't know where it went.  I don't know how we did it.  Andre will wake up (sometimes at 7:00 AM) and say can so and so come over ughhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.  Please let me wake up first lol.  We made it through the summer and enjoyed it.  We are thankful to Mari's in law's for inviting us to the cabin, we had so much fun there and loved spending time with Mari and her family.  And we were very lucky to have a reunion with most of our China families at Tybee Island, GA which will never be forgotten and we are looking forward to the next one.  Cindy did an awesome job putting it together.  We had our very good friends move away and we miss them very much.  It isn't the same here without them.  We're proud they followed what God had planned for them but we still miss you.  We love you Kidd family.  And in between we have been enjoying the pool and Church so I guess we have been busy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tara is 4 but thinks she is 10, lol, she thinks she will be going to school but I don't think we'll sign her up instead I will enjoy our last year together before real life takes hold.  I feel bad cause we had her tested to see if she could get in but they said she was normal, what ever normal is for a 4 year old lol.  She keeps saying I don't know what school I'll be going to mom so we will have to break it to her gently, lol.  She is growing up so fast right before our eyes.  She is the one who pushes us to our limit, lol.  I would never change anything with either of my children.  I love them both so much.  Tara you are our little chili pepper you are so spicy.  I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope everyone out there has enjoyed their summer as much as we have.  Not too sure if I'm ready for winter to get here though.  I love fall and spring and will look forward to those seasons coming.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4214771257032871995-129475076243413276?l=denslingerfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denslingerfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/129475076243413276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4214771257032871995&amp;postID=129475076243413276' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4214771257032871995/posts/default/129475076243413276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4214771257032871995/posts/default/129475076243413276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denslingerfamily.blogspot.com/2009/08/summers-over-and-5th-grade-here-we-come.html' title='Summers over and 5th grade here we come!'/><author><name>Billie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10120690111770204336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/Si_yWtev5dI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/_aCbTvt45P8/S220/DSC_0313.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4214771257032871995.post-3182309539792566655</id><published>2009-07-05T16:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T17:52:21.793-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tybee Island, GA Chili Pepper Reunion</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/SlFA__6pyHI/AAAAAAAAAY4/f0B4P4rN7Ug/s1600-h/DSC_0761.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 132px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355132900153608306" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/SlFA__6pyHI/AAAAAAAAAY4/f0B4P4rN7Ug/s200/DSC_0761.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is Cindy and her beautiful daughter &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Zoey&lt;/span&gt;, she is the one that arranged our Chili Pepper Reunion on &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Tybee&lt;/span&gt; Island, GA.  She worked so hard and organized everything.  She even had us on the news down there.  We will receive a copy of that and when I can put it up her I will let you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/SlFA_la3wWI/AAAAAAAAAYw/UO3K94YLo08/s1600-h/DSC_0729.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 132px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355132893040984418" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/SlFA_la3wWI/AAAAAAAAAYw/UO3K94YLo08/s200/DSC_0729.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/SlFA_AD2TEI/AAAAAAAAAYo/T8J7EUe3frk/s1600-h/DSC_0696.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 132px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355132883012308034" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/SlFA_AD2TEI/AAAAAAAAAYo/T8J7EUe3frk/s200/DSC_0696.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tara and Grace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/SlFA-90cQsI/AAAAAAAAAYg/zB3McmO1VD0/s1600-h/DSC_0678.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 132px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355132882410816194" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/SlFA-90cQsI/AAAAAAAAAYg/zB3McmO1VD0/s200/DSC_0678.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/SlE_8Eh3FAI/AAAAAAAAAYY/Lhuyi8STfJ8/s1600-h/DSC_0602.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 132px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355131733160694786" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/SlE_8Eh3FAI/AAAAAAAAAYY/Lhuyi8STfJ8/s200/DSC_0602.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The girls blowing bubble, Grace, Lauryn, Sally and Tara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/SlE_73OBd3I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/LD2jVfUcT0Q/s1600-h/DSC_0505.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 132px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355131729587828594" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/SlE_73OBd3I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/LD2jVfUcT0Q/s200/DSC_0505.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is our red couch picture ( I will have to post the red couch photo later so you can see the difference in the girls) start on the left there is Lauryn, Grace, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Zoey&lt;/span&gt;, (sitting down) &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Jadie&lt;/span&gt;,  Sally, Raquel, (sitting)Valerie, Tara, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kinsi&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Jaylene&lt;/span&gt; and Erin. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/SlE_7lsaRJI/AAAAAAAAAYI/we17Ks7WEnE/s1600-h/DSC_0475.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 132px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355131724883444882" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/SlE_7lsaRJI/AAAAAAAAAYI/we17Ks7WEnE/s200/DSC_0475.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is a picture of 11 of the 16 families that were able to make it to the reunion.  This was a the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Tybee&lt;/span&gt; Art Studio.  The girls made their scrapbook there made visors and some were interviewed by the TV news crew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/SlE_7XZV3XI/AAAAAAAAAYA/zMdE7-MnZUA/s1600-h/DSC_0462.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 132px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355131721045368178" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/SlE_7XZV3XI/AAAAAAAAAYA/zMdE7-MnZUA/s200/DSC_0462.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Jaylene&lt;/span&gt;, Sally, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Zoey&lt;/span&gt;, Valerie, Grace, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Jadie&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kinsi&lt;/span&gt;, Tara, Raquel, Erin and Lauryn with her mom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/SlE_7DocaTI/AAAAAAAAAX4/pwvAprkM7XI/s1600-h/DSC_0399.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 132px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355131715740002610" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/SlE_7DocaTI/AAAAAAAAAX4/pwvAprkM7XI/s200/DSC_0399.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Doing their scrapbooks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/SlE-xQPCX4I/AAAAAAAAAXw/Fr2UwLLBqes/s1600-h/DSC_0394.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 132px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355130447812779906" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/SlE-xQPCX4I/AAAAAAAAAXw/Fr2UwLLBqes/s200/DSC_0394.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This was way too cute to pass up.  The parents rented bikes and put the two little ones in the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;bucket&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Jadie&lt;/span&gt; and Valerie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/SlE-xL0GvMI/AAAAAAAAAXo/rEW7E5V1-Ik/s1600-h/DSC_0381.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 132px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355130446626077890" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/SlE-xL0GvMI/AAAAAAAAAXo/rEW7E5V1-Ik/s200/DSC_0381.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Girls playing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/SlE-wo9IDoI/AAAAAAAAAXg/MpFOvsh_JoI/s1600-h/DSC_0330.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 132px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355130437268672130" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/SlE-wo9IDoI/AAAAAAAAAXg/MpFOvsh_JoI/s200/DSC_0330.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Andre and Tara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/SlE-wayTxcI/AAAAAAAAAXY/hKwIlViBbhg/s1600-h/DSC_0320.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 132px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355130433465206210" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/SlE-wayTxcI/AAAAAAAAAXY/hKwIlViBbhg/s200/DSC_0320.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/SlE-wF9ITaI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/QJlvM1VyNtE/s1600-h/DSC_0203.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 132px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355130427873447330" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/SlE-wF9ITaI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/QJlvM1VyNtE/s200/DSC_0203.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Claudia and I on the beach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/SlE9tfeHWOI/AAAAAAAAAXI/uZe2tIm4t34/s1600-h/DSC_0172.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 132px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355129283671447778" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/SlE9tfeHWOI/AAAAAAAAAXI/uZe2tIm4t34/s200/DSC_0172.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sunset behind the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Tybee&lt;/span&gt; Lighthouse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/SlE9s52nskI/AAAAAAAAAXA/xAa8ddk6tGk/s1600-h/DSC_0130.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 132px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355129273573683778" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/SlE9s52nskI/AAAAAAAAAXA/xAa8ddk6tGk/s200/DSC_0130.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Everyone in the kitchen well most of everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/SlE9sh5by3I/AAAAAAAAAW4/iS3OOlcXVCk/s1600-h/DSC_0116.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 132px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355129267143035762" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/SlE9sh5by3I/AAAAAAAAAW4/iS3OOlcXVCk/s200/DSC_0116.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Cindy's&lt;/span&gt; mom, Nana she was amazing and kept up with the rest of us.  She cleaned she cooked and than cleaned up again.  God Bless her is so sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/SlE9sU3HX_I/AAAAAAAAAWw/6gakO7VQy-w/s1600-h/DSC_0096.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 132px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355129263643647986" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/SlE9sU3HX_I/AAAAAAAAAWw/6gakO7VQy-w/s200/DSC_0096.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tara, Victoria and Raquel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/SlE9r4i6wJI/AAAAAAAAAWo/lsiqYBjZT7w/s1600-h/DSC_0066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 132px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355129256042741906" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/SlE9r4i6wJI/AAAAAAAAAWo/lsiqYBjZT7w/s200/DSC_0066.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Andre looking &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;cooooooooooool&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/SlE6Y6pu0JI/AAAAAAAAAWg/e1FFjoDcaIU/s1600-h/DSC_0062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 132px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355125631655792786" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/SlE6Y6pu0JI/AAAAAAAAAWg/e1FFjoDcaIU/s200/DSC_0062.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Andre and Tara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/SlE6YsdbZEI/AAAAAAAAAWY/11yxTNkBQOc/s1600-h/DSC_0052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 132px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355125627846091842" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/SlE6YsdbZEI/AAAAAAAAAWY/11yxTNkBQOc/s200/DSC_0052.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; First day we were there we found a star fish.  Don't worry I didn't bring it home I put it back in the ocean he or she was still a live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/SlE6YfYboKI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/ElM8pvHWWMg/s1600-h/DSC_0026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 132px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355125624335474850" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/SlE6YfYboKI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/ElM8pvHWWMg/s200/DSC_0026.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Than we had &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;dolpins&lt;/span&gt; playing out there, I think there was about six at one point playing around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/SlE6YDJnlmI/AAAAAAAAAWI/piOwf716MDg/s1600-h/DSC_0025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 132px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355125616757151330" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/SlE6YDJnlmI/AAAAAAAAAWI/piOwf716MDg/s200/DSC_0025.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We even found a sand dollar and a hermet crab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/SlE6XpKRt7I/AAAAAAAAAWA/ET3ziChjygo/s1600-h/DSC_0005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 132px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355125609780590514" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/SlE6XpKRt7I/AAAAAAAAAWA/ET3ziChjygo/s200/DSC_0005.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; OH MY GOODNESS I thought I was going to die when I saw how she posed for this picture.  I am in trouble.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, I am sorry there are so many pictures on here but I had to share them.  Believe me I have &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_19" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;hundreds&lt;/span&gt; more I could have put on here but didn't &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_20" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;.  You know I don't even know where to begin, I was blown away by this reunion.  I wasn't sure how it would go cause it's been four years since some of us have seen or even talked.  But you know what it was like yesterday we saw &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_21" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;each other&lt;/span&gt; and the bond that holds us together is just amazing and it is those 16 sweet little faces that have brought each of us together and God for putting all these different families together from everywhere.  I so wished all the families could have come but only 11 of the 16 were able too.  We missed the one's that weren't there and can't wait to see them the next time around.  These girls are just amazing and the siblings that some have are just so wonderful with the girls.  Cindy did an awesome job putting this together and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_22" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;organizing&lt;/span&gt; everything, I don't know how she did it.  She even got the news to come and interview some of the families.  I hate to say it but I didn't get to see it but they are suppose to send her a link and when I receive it I will share with you.  She went to Uncle &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_23" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Bubba's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_24" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Oyster&lt;/span&gt; house (Paula Dean's brothers &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_25" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;restaurant&lt;/span&gt;) to get us all in, they don't take groups like ours BUT did cause she told our story to them and they took us.  Great place to eat if you ever make it to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_26" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Tybee&lt;/span&gt; Island.  She even went to get shrimp for our low county boil and talked the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_27" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;captain&lt;/span&gt; into giving us a better price and without heads and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_28" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;again&lt;/span&gt; she told our story.  You are amazing Cindy you really are &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_29" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;.  These families are our extended families and we love each of them and can't wait for the next &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_30" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Reunion&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cindy thank you so much for everything you did for each of us.  You and your mom are just amazing people.  God Bless you and your family.  We love you and can't wait to see you soon.&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&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/4214771257032871995-3182309539792566655?l=denslingerfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denslingerfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3182309539792566655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4214771257032871995&amp;postID=3182309539792566655' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4214771257032871995/posts/default/3182309539792566655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4214771257032871995/posts/default/3182309539792566655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denslingerfamily.blogspot.com/2009/07/tybee-island-ga-chili-pepper-reunion.html' title='Tybee Island, GA Chili Pepper Reunion'/><author><name>Billie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10120690111770204336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/Si_yWtev5dI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/_aCbTvt45P8/S220/DSC_0313.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/SlFA__6pyHI/AAAAAAAAAY4/f0B4P4rN7Ug/s72-c/DSC_0761.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4214771257032871995.post-6346310068616443130</id><published>2009-06-10T11:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T11:30:42.549-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures from the Cabin</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/Si_5Yi_rYII/AAAAAAAAAVw/AI2Ty92qQE8/s1600-h/DSC_0032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345765482818134146" style="WIDTH: 132px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/Si_5Yi_rYII/AAAAAAAAAVw/AI2Ty92qQE8/s200/DSC_0032.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Best friends:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/Si_5YdBl7LI/AAAAAAAAAVo/a4MCF6UbiQo/s1600-h/DSC_0151.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345765481215552690" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 132px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/Si_5YdBl7LI/AAAAAAAAAVo/a4MCF6UbiQo/s200/DSC_0151.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Not sure what Sal is doing but he looks like he's having fun. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/Si_5YLEFffI/AAAAAAAAAVg/ToKNjv8Ou9A/s1600-h/DSC_0213.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345765476394171890" style="WIDTH: 132px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/Si_5YLEFffI/AAAAAAAAAVg/ToKNjv8Ou9A/s200/DSC_0213.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Huckleberry Finn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/Si_5X2dZviI/AAAAAAAAAVY/KOaoAVzsXV0/s1600-h/DSC_0246.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345765470863212066" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 132px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/Si_5X2dZviI/AAAAAAAAAVY/KOaoAVzsXV0/s200/DSC_0246.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She loves her brother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/Si_3b0eOHBI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/oUmp_M-dZKY/s1600-h/DSC_0280.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345763340025994258" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 132px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/Si_3b0eOHBI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/oUmp_M-dZKY/s200/DSC_0280.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Headed to Linville Falls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/Si_3bsk8zmI/AAAAAAAAAVI/1t9fq0NCHg4/s1600-h/DSC_0292.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345763337906736738" style="WIDTH: 132px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/Si_3bsk8zmI/AAAAAAAAAVI/1t9fq0NCHg4/s200/DSC_0292.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/Si_3bTKG2tI/AAAAAAAAAVA/aMLFeBQF8VA/s1600-h/DSC_0315.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345763331083262674" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 132px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/Si_3bTKG2tI/AAAAAAAAAVA/aMLFeBQF8VA/s200/DSC_0315.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; At Linville Falls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/Si_3a7vGmyI/AAAAAAAAAU4/Nn4FowQxaIY/s1600-h/DSC_0331.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345763324795984674" style="WIDTH: 132px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/Si_3a7vGmyI/AAAAAAAAAU4/Nn4FowQxaIY/s200/DSC_0331.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Gods beauty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/Si_3alWkVyI/AAAAAAAAAUw/KJJy4sSLrWk/s1600-h/DSC_0403.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345763318787495714" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 132px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/Si_3alWkVyI/AAAAAAAAAUw/KJJy4sSLrWk/s200/DSC_0403.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just want to thank Mr and Mrs Fontana for inviting us to their cabin.  It is very peaceful and beautiful.  God's beauty was all around us there.  Mari thank you so much for taking us with you and your family.  We enjoyed every minute there.  I loved our crazy walk to the falls (even though they lied to us lol) and the drive on the Blue Ridge Parkway.  I think the kids thought we were crazy.  I love all the pictures I was able to get.  Again thanks Mari, Mr &amp;amp; Mrs Fontana or should I say Grandma with the black hair lol.  I love it when Tara says that it is too cute.&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/4214771257032871995-6346310068616443130?l=denslingerfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denslingerfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6346310068616443130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4214771257032871995&amp;postID=6346310068616443130' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4214771257032871995/posts/default/6346310068616443130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4214771257032871995/posts/default/6346310068616443130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denslingerfamily.blogspot.com/2009/06/pictures-from-cabin.html' title='Pictures from the Cabin'/><author><name>Billie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10120690111770204336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/Si_yWtev5dI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/_aCbTvt45P8/S220/DSC_0313.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/Si_5Yi_rYII/AAAAAAAAAVw/AI2Ty92qQE8/s72-c/DSC_0032.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4214771257032871995.post-8789333907010533875</id><published>2009-05-23T08:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T08:53:10.370-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Graduation Day Sal!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/ShgayJya94I/AAAAAAAAAUI/xaCLTWHaDwM/s1600-h/DSC_0178.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339046807170905986" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 132px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/ShgayJya94I/AAAAAAAAAUI/xaCLTWHaDwM/s200/DSC_0178.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just wanted to say congrats on your graduation.  I know God will do awesome things with you and your family.   BUT I am going to be selfish and say I hope you all don't move too far away.  We love you guys and we're so proud to see you are FINALLY done with school.  I know your family (Mari) is happy also.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Congrats and Best wishes in all God puts in your way!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4214771257032871995-8789333907010533875?l=denslingerfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denslingerfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8789333907010533875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4214771257032871995&amp;postID=8789333907010533875' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4214771257032871995/posts/default/8789333907010533875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4214771257032871995/posts/default/8789333907010533875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denslingerfamily.blogspot.com/2009/05/happy-graduation-day-sal.html' title='Happy Graduation Day Sal!'/><author><name>Billie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10120690111770204336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/Si_yWtev5dI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/_aCbTvt45P8/S220/DSC_0313.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/ShgayJya94I/AAAAAAAAAUI/xaCLTWHaDwM/s72-c/DSC_0178.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4214771257032871995.post-8944283904960855759</id><published>2009-05-21T07:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T08:21:00.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Riverbanks Zoo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/ShVq0DHqFlI/AAAAAAAAAUA/1va-n02y_uw/s1600-h/DSC_0105.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338290375740757586" style="WIDTH: 132px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/ShVq0DHqFlI/AAAAAAAAAUA/1va-n02y_uw/s200/DSC_0105.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tara and her BEST friend Samantha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/ShVqzw_GOdI/AAAAAAAAAT4/Hw6h4fjipro/s1600-h/DSC_0080.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338290370873014738" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 132px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/ShVqzw_GOdI/AAAAAAAAAT4/Hw6h4fjipro/s200/DSC_0080.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is the perfect picture of Tara and Andre.  These two monkeys were so funny and making so much noise.  The one was slapping the other on the head so much like Tara does to poor Andre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/ShVqzoYKYoI/AAAAAAAAATw/hqL4sxCAYA8/s1600-h/DSC_0034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338290368562225794" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 132px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/ShVqzoYKYoI/AAAAAAAAATw/hqL4sxCAYA8/s200/DSC_0034.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/ShVqzfAGd7I/AAAAAAAAATo/JBTcvu_GSxM/s1600-h/DSC_0025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338290366045386674" style="WIDTH: 132px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/ShVqzfAGd7I/AAAAAAAAATo/JBTcvu_GSxM/s200/DSC_0025.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The Fontana clan and Tara.  They all look so sweet BUT we know better right Mari lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/ShVqzIhkdQI/AAAAAAAAATg/2NPhWxQj7b8/s1600-h/DSC_0017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338290360011748610" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 132px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/ShVqzIhkdQI/AAAAAAAAATg/2NPhWxQj7b8/s200/DSC_0017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Mari for taking us to the zoo we had a lot of fun.  Tara DID NOT want to leave when it was time to get Andre off of the bus.  In the car she was crying and screaming and finally she calmed down and said she was sorry.  She said sorry to make sure we can go back to the zoo.  lol  It was too funny how she said it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4214771257032871995-8944283904960855759?l=denslingerfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denslingerfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8944283904960855759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4214771257032871995&amp;postID=8944283904960855759' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4214771257032871995/posts/default/8944283904960855759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4214771257032871995/posts/default/8944283904960855759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denslingerfamily.blogspot.com/2009/05/riverbanks-zoo.html' title='Riverbanks Zoo'/><author><name>Billie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10120690111770204336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/Si_yWtev5dI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/_aCbTvt45P8/S220/DSC_0313.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/ShVq0DHqFlI/AAAAAAAAAUA/1va-n02y_uw/s72-c/DSC_0105.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4214771257032871995.post-544937602210175155</id><published>2009-05-14T11:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T12:18:22.010-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So much to share too little time ( I need to post more often)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/SgxpmOjUIwI/AAAAAAAAATY/vRoeUVNJD6w/s1600-h/DSC_0179.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335755763989357314" style="WIDTH: 132px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/SgxpmOjUIwI/AAAAAAAAATY/vRoeUVNJD6w/s200/DSC_0179.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this picture.  There wasn't anywhere to sit so she squatted.  It has to be in her blood just like all the Chinese do in China.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/Sgxpl-xihuI/AAAAAAAAATQ/3DXwvXWkPNE/s1600-h/DSC_0161.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335755759754053346" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 132px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/Sgxpl-xihuI/AAAAAAAAATQ/3DXwvXWkPNE/s200/DSC_0161.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/Sgxplig0FtI/AAAAAAAAATI/-erkXxnY1wU/s1600-h/DSC_0159.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335755752167708370" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 132px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/Sgxplig0FtI/AAAAAAAAATI/-erkXxnY1wU/s200/DSC_0159.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/SgxplfXtBYI/AAAAAAAAATA/r3nfNZ1PjZk/s1600-h/DSC_0157.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335755751324190082" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 132px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/SgxplfXtBYI/AAAAAAAAATA/r3nfNZ1PjZk/s200/DSC_0157.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/SgxplPsANmI/AAAAAAAAAS4/l0OZE-sGGG0/s1600-h/DSC_0153.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335755747114366562" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 132px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/SgxplPsANmI/AAAAAAAAAS4/l0OZE-sGGG0/s200/DSC_0153.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/SgxoPYgUIaI/AAAAAAAAASw/L5C1-9ofIFk/s1600-h/DSC_0132.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335754272012509602" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 132px" alt="" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/SgxoPYgUIaI/AAAAAAAAASw/L5C1-9ofIFk/s200/DSC_0132.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/SgxoPG1XCII/AAAAAAAAASo/zKsqmEy1cbQ/s1600-h/DSC_0128.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335754267268941954" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 132px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/SgxoPG1XCII/AAAAAAAAASo/zKsqmEy1cbQ/s200/DSC_0128.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/SgxoO4SN3AI/AAAAAAAAASg/p6F1QezuaBc/s1600-h/DSC_0123.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335754263363443714" style="WIDTH: 132px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/SgxoO4SN3AI/AAAAAAAAASg/p6F1QezuaBc/s200/DSC_0123.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/SgxoO1oyiXI/AAAAAAAAASY/P9IN8HcGxDQ/s1600-h/DSC_0117.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335754262652815730" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 132px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/SgxoO1oyiXI/AAAAAAAAASY/P9IN8HcGxDQ/s200/DSC_0117.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/SgxoOuQJkBI/AAAAAAAAASQ/YNGck0yQuS4/s1600-h/DSC_0110.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335754260670418962" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 132px" alt="" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/SgxoOuQJkBI/AAAAAAAAASQ/YNGck0yQuS4/s200/DSC_0110.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All the pictures above are from Peachtree Rock.  The kids had a ball.  Tara asked before we left if there were animals in there and when I told her yes, she wasn't too sure if she wanted to go.  But afterwards she is sure she wants to go back with Daddy, Mommy and Andre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/SgxmsUpOhII/AAAAAAAAASI/19aohX5GbuI/s1600-h/DSC_0061.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/SgxmsJMGizI/AAAAAAAAASA/8tkG-4CZ_dk/s1600-h/DSC_0056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335752567094151986" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 132px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/SgxmsJMGizI/AAAAAAAAASA/8tkG-4CZ_dk/s200/DSC_0056.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This picture should be the last one of the pool but as usual I have no idea how to get it in order lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/Sgxmr4MDhKI/AAAAAAAAAR4/xl2QJfegnkA/s1600-h/DSC_0050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335752562530550946" style="WIDTH: 132px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/Sgxmr4MDhKI/AAAAAAAAAR4/xl2QJfegnkA/s200/DSC_0050.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/Sgxmr-jZRkI/AAAAAAAAARw/BMJHEkVdNwY/s1600-h/DSC_0044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335752564239058498" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 132px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/Sgxmr-jZRkI/AAAAAAAAARw/BMJHEkVdNwY/s200/DSC_0044.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/SgxlU6tFawI/AAAAAAAAARg/H0sldekznkU/s1600-h/DSC_0037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335751068557339394" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 132px" alt="" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/SgxlU6tFawI/AAAAAAAAARg/H0sldekznkU/s200/DSC_0037.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Got to love this face lol.  Andre was put in the pool after the wall went up to help with the sand and he couldn't get out.  So he begged to get out while acting a little crazy.  Yes he did eventually get out even though I thought it was a great play pen for preteens lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/SgxlUuze0fI/AAAAAAAAARY/9hnyJWtMvIQ/s1600-h/DSC_0027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335751065362944498" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 132px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/SgxlUuze0fI/AAAAAAAAARY/9hnyJWtMvIQ/s200/DSC_0027.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/SgxlURwS8dI/AAAAAAAAARQ/m4DAsWKTy30/s1600-h/DSC_0022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335751057564955090" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 132px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/SgxlURwS8dI/AAAAAAAAARQ/m4DAsWKTy30/s200/DSC_0022.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/SgxlULBM5hI/AAAAAAAAARI/5L7OWZtgiAk/s1600-h/DSC_0018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335751055756813842" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 132px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/SgxlULBM5hI/AAAAAAAAARI/5L7OWZtgiAk/s200/DSC_0018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the beginning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/SgxlVJnVUKI/AAAAAAAAARo/aRTZE7CBm-M/s1600-h/DSC_0038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335751072559747234" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 132px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/SgxlVJnVUKI/AAAAAAAAARo/aRTZE7CBm-M/s200/DSC_0038.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These are all from the pool raising, sound kinda Amish doesn't it lol.  We were very blessed to all who helped put our pool up.  We decided to buy a used pool so Gerry had to take it down and dig to level it and put it up.  So I want to thank Don for helping with taking it down, digging and setting it up.  Cyndi and Mari for digging o my I thought that would never be done.  Chris, Greg, Don, Mark and Paul for giving up their Saturday help put it up.  I can't wait to get in there and enjoy it.  Yes you will be invited probably not all at once though lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/Sgxj0atvrkI/AAAAAAAAARA/mWmOzPxLii4/s1600-h/DSC_0015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335749410702732866" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 132px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/Sgxj0atvrkI/AAAAAAAAARA/mWmOzPxLii4/s200/DSC_0015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/Sgxj0W9F3eI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/Powy9TTpd9w/s1600-h/DSC_0012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335749409693359586" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 132px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/Sgxj0W9F3eI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/Powy9TTpd9w/s200/DSC_0012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/SgxjzxgjvNI/AAAAAAAAAQw/7mJ2_ghL7Mo/s1600-h/DSC_0010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335749399641570514" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 132px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/SgxjzxgjvNI/AAAAAAAAAQw/7mJ2_ghL7Mo/s200/DSC_0010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/Sgxjz4Yw6II/AAAAAAAAAQo/CnUU-FusjTA/s1600-h/DSC_0008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335749401487927426" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 132px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/Sgxjz4Yw6II/AAAAAAAAAQo/CnUU-FusjTA/s200/DSC_0008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Andre and Tara took swimming lessons in April.  Even though it was VERY cold in the beginning they did eventually get to swim.  Andre is totally done with lessons they said he could join a swim team it he wanted cause he learned so fast.  But poor little Tara, she enjoyed it but I'm thinking she might end up with that float on the rest of her life lol.  She would not get her bangs wet at all.  She would tell on Jackson if he splashed her in the face.  Way too much like a girl not wanting to get her face and hair wet lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/SgxjzonZajI/AAAAAAAAAQg/h0YQOBq2f3g/s1600-h/DSC_0001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335749397254335026" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 132px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/SgxjzonZajI/AAAAAAAAAQg/h0YQOBq2f3g/s200/DSC_0001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Andre brought his mask home from school so he had to make one for Tara too.  She can't be forgotten you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/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&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/4214771257032871995-544937602210175155?l=denslingerfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denslingerfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/544937602210175155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4214771257032871995&amp;postID=544937602210175155' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4214771257032871995/posts/default/544937602210175155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4214771257032871995/posts/default/544937602210175155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denslingerfamily.blogspot.com/2009/05/so-much-to-share-too-little-time-i-need.html' title='So much to share too little time ( I need to post more often)'/><author><name>Billie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10120690111770204336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/Si_yWtev5dI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/_aCbTvt45P8/S220/DSC_0313.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/SgxpmOjUIwI/AAAAAAAAATY/vRoeUVNJD6w/s72-c/DSC_0179.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4214771257032871995.post-6494737841335470482</id><published>2009-03-13T20:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T20:57:16.077-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sal's b-day party</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/Sbsor26NvlI/AAAAAAAAAPw/ofvKz3zSMEk/s1600-h/DSC_0151.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312884919352802898" style="WIDTH: 198px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 132px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/Sbsor26NvlI/AAAAAAAAAPw/ofvKz3zSMEk/s200/DSC_0151.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt;, I have to say I still don't know how to upload pictures in the right order.  Here is Tara running all over the play ground at Sal's birhtday party. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the next picture was later that night this is the picture that is out of order.  I don't feel like deleting it cause it takes too long to upload the pictures so bare with me, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/SbsorrGiCrI/AAAAAAAAAPo/LBP0AH_u504/s1600-h/DSC_0163.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312884916183239346" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 132px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/SbsorrGiCrI/AAAAAAAAAPo/LBP0AH_u504/s200/DSC_0163.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Tara's very first &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;official&lt;/span&gt; sleep over with HER friend Samantha.  These two little girls are something else when they are together.  Samantha loves to baby Tara and let me tell you Tara eats every bit of it up, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;.  When it was time for Samantha to go home all Tara could ask was is she coming back is she sleeping over again.  They FINALLY fell asleep about 11:36.  They had fun and enjoyed &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;each other&lt;/span&gt; and our very own girls night together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/SbsorftSHlI/AAAAAAAAAPg/lgPQ2hdrJ44/s1600-h/DSC_0156.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312884913124548178" style="WIDTH: 132px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/SbsorftSHlI/AAAAAAAAAPg/lgPQ2hdrJ44/s200/DSC_0156.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/SbsorD3bmJI/AAAAAAAAAPY/qUT76MgmarI/s1600-h/DSC_0140.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312884905650919570" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 132px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/SbsorD3bmJI/AAAAAAAAAPY/qUT76MgmarI/s200/DSC_0140.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rotten and Rottener!!!!!!!!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/SbsoqvGXJfI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/J016Vsaj3-g/s1600-h/DSC_0136.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312884900076398066" style="WIDTH: 132px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/SbsoqvGXJfI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/J016Vsaj3-g/s200/DSC_0136.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/Sbsmr9V2aOI/AAAAAAAAAPI/S9kmkM814eY/s1600-h/DSC_0128.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312882722056071394" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 132px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/Sbsmr9V2aOI/AAAAAAAAAPI/S9kmkM814eY/s200/DSC_0128.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/SbsmrA2VZ_I/AAAAAAAAAOw/Ly8i5DC2zUw/s1600-h/DSC_0110.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312882705817757682" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 132px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/SbsmrA2VZ_I/AAAAAAAAAOw/Ly8i5DC2zUw/s200/DSC_0110.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/Sbsmqqoo_KI/AAAAAAAAAOo/uoXBLRO5LXI/s1600-h/DSC_0107.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312882699854740642" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 132px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/Sbsmqqoo_KI/AAAAAAAAAOo/uoXBLRO5LXI/s200/DSC_0107.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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4214771257032871995-6494737841335470482?l=denslingerfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denslingerfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6494737841335470482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4214771257032871995&amp;postID=6494737841335470482' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4214771257032871995/posts/default/6494737841335470482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4214771257032871995/posts/default/6494737841335470482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denslingerfamily.blogspot.com/2009/03/sals-b-day-party.html' title='Sal&apos;s b-day party'/><author><name>Billie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10120690111770204336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/Si_yWtev5dI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/_aCbTvt45P8/S220/DSC_0313.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/Sbsor26NvlI/AAAAAAAAAPw/ofvKz3zSMEk/s72-c/DSC_0151.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4214771257032871995.post-4067171528537810380</id><published>2009-03-12T10:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T11:44:22.803-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rough week</title><content type='html'>Well, it's been a while since I've blogged.  I had my surgery on my hand and ended up with depression really bad.  I kind a withdrew from everything and everyone.  Not sure if it was the surgery and not being able to do anything with the only hand I can do stuff with (my right hand the only one I can write with) or if it was the nasty way too cold weather we had this winter.  I think it was both.  God is good and the weather has finally turned around to be warm and sunny so I think that has helped.  I love having the house open to let in the fresh air.  The kids can go outside and play.  The only down fall to that is a bath every night &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;.  And dirty foot prints on my wonderful white floor.  (I really HATE that floor) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom has had problems and needs your prayers.  There is so much going on with her and it is so hard to explain it all. Just talked to her today and she is sick to her stomach which has been a long time problem for her and no one seems to know what to do for her.  She is very tired and weak all the time.  Please pray for her health and healing so she can see some light at the end of the tunnel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This winter has taken it's toll on everyone this year.  I just found out that my grandparents are very sick.  They will be getting results to some x-rays they had taken yesterday, please pray that it isn't anything bad.  They are both coughing a lot and they are up in years.  Also, my Aunt Roda went to the hospital the same day and she is very sick also.  Please pray for all those who are sick, it has been rough this year on everyone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to praise God for His faithfulness and His grace.  God is so good to us it is unbelievable even though we may not see it at times.  He has been  here for us this year and we feel really blessed.  This past week Gerry received news that there will be more lay offs, for the third time this year.  He was worried he maybe one to go but found out he still has a job for now.  Only God knows if there will be any more lay offs but we will be praying there won't be.  I feel so sorry for Gerry, see he is in a position where he is the one to walk the people up to HR to tell them they won't have a job.  He &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;HATE'S&lt;/span&gt; doing this.  If it was up to him he would find a job for each of them.  He didn't sleep well and is starting to come down with a cold.  So, needless to say today they started telling the people.  Please pray for them all no one wants to see anyone out of work.  Lift everyone who is out of work up in prayer and that things start to turn around for this country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to add that going through all of this he has admitted to praying more and trusting God for the results.  What a blessing that a lone is.  Looking at where he came from to where he is now.  See we don't talk about searching for God's wisdom but now know he is and it is wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is funny cause I started to get comfortable again and I ended up going out with friends this past weekend.  I spent money that I really didn't need to spend.  Even though I had a wonderful time with the girls I never would have spent the money if I knew this was going to happen.&lt;br /&gt;And needless to say that very same day I signed the kids up for swimming at 3:30; Gerry got the news at 4:30 talk about guilt O my I felt terrible even though he gave permission to do it.  Gerry is so sweet and tries hard not to show his emotions.  God has blessed me with the husband I have cause I'm not too sure anyone else could deal with me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;.  I have to thank God for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gerry please always know God is ALWAYS there for you and we are always there for you too.  As long as we have God and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;each other&lt;/span&gt; things will be fine.  I LOVE YOU  !!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4214771257032871995-4067171528537810380?l=denslingerfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denslingerfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4067171528537810380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4214771257032871995&amp;postID=4067171528537810380' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4214771257032871995/posts/default/4067171528537810380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4214771257032871995/posts/default/4067171528537810380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denslingerfamily.blogspot.com/2009/03/rough-week.html' title='Rough week'/><author><name>Billie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10120690111770204336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/Si_yWtev5dI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/_aCbTvt45P8/S220/DSC_0313.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4214771257032871995.post-4325344361800279224</id><published>2008-12-24T12:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T13:40:21.694-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Long time no blog, lol Merry Christmas!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/SVKoG0bFbwI/AAAAAAAAAOg/367JbfFcANI/s1600-h/DSC_0148.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283470147963940610" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/SVKoG0bFbwI/AAAAAAAAAOg/367JbfFcANI/s200/DSC_0148.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/SVKoG3GramI/AAAAAAAAAOY/tYlShIQ8cGs/s1600-h/DSC_0141.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283470148683655778" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 132px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/SVKoG3GramI/AAAAAAAAAOY/tYlShIQ8cGs/s200/DSC_0141.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/SVKoGXCK2TI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/PTQBigaZFec/s1600-h/DSC_0140.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283470140074809650" style="WIDTH: 132px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/SVKoGXCK2TI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/PTQBigaZFec/s200/DSC_0140.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/SVKoFwTof4I/AAAAAAAAAOI/YK_f5Bupp5s/s1600-h/DSC_0138.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283470129679073154" style="WIDTH: 194px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/SVKoFwTof4I/AAAAAAAAAOI/YK_f5Bupp5s/s200/DSC_0138.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/SVKoFXIq9_I/AAAAAAAAAOA/uDrgG625GC4/s1600-h/DSC_0113.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283470122922211314" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 138px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/SVKoFXIq9_I/AAAAAAAAAOA/uDrgG625GC4/s200/DSC_0113.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Salyers&lt;/span&gt; clan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/SVKk8MjWF-I/AAAAAAAAAN4/r26sct0e_IA/s1600-h/DSC_0063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283466666927593442" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 132px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/SVKk8MjWF-I/AAAAAAAAAN4/r26sct0e_IA/s200/DSC_0063.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Aunt Debbie and Darby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/SVKk7lalEQI/AAAAAAAAANo/kPaV0kKtx1I/s1600-h/DSC_0046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283466656421843202" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 132px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/SVKk7lalEQI/AAAAAAAAANo/kPaV0kKtx1I/s200/DSC_0046.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Nana and Tara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/SVKk7c-DUWI/AAAAAAAAANg/TSfXPLqRpUA/s1600-h/DSC_0041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283466654154707298" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 144px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/SVKk7c-DUWI/AAAAAAAAANg/TSfXPLqRpUA/s200/DSC_0041.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Andre, Grandma and Cody&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/SVKk66IBIfI/AAAAAAAAANY/XzSqmC0s1nc/s1600-h/DSC_0039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283466644801266162" style="WIDTH: 132px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/SVKk66IBIfI/AAAAAAAAANY/XzSqmC0s1nc/s200/DSC_0039.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Grandma and me (Billie)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I am still a live but just haven't been blogging for a while. It has been crazy here. The last blog was when my Grandparents stopped by on their way to Florida. Well, when they left my parents came down a few days later, stayed one night and we all headed to Florida for Grandma's 80&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; surprise birthday party. The party was wonderful everyone was there and we had great food. But the best part was Grandma had all her kids there to celebrate with her. I know even my Uncle who passed away was there with us. I think that is the best gift we could have given her all of us being there. Gerry, Tara and I headed back to SC after one full night in Florida cause the next day I had to go in for my per opt test for my hand surgery. I hated to leave but was thankful to be able to see everyone. Andre stayed with my parents for a few extra days. Yes the first for him and I think he loved it. He had a lot of fun playing and riding around on the 15 acres. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On November 20&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; I had surgery on my hand. Mom &amp;amp; Dad was here in time to help take care of the kids for us. They stayed only a few days cause dad had to get back to work. So this pretty much should bring you up to date now. My hand seems to be doing pretty good now but I'm still in a hard cast. I can't wait to get it off in January.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The kids both had birthday's this month. Tara turned 4 on the 6&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; and Andre turned 10 on the 19&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;. Still hard to believe how fast time flies. They are coming into their own and want things the way they want them. I will ask for prayer though Andre has started the per teen attitude already so any prayers would help him stay a live till he turns 11, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;.   I will post pictures of the kids birthday's later on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also wanted to wish you all a wonderful, healthy Merry Christmas. Lets take this time to remember the reason we celebrate Christmas, Jesus. He is our wonderful saviour who loves us no matter what. He is the great I Am, always there for us even when we may not want Him to be. What unconditional love He gives, I am in awe of Him. How can he love a sinner like me. I do know I love Him and want to say Happy Birthday Jesus without you I can't do anything. He is my rock. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;MERRY CHRISTMAS AND HAPPY NEW YEAR&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/4214771257032871995-4325344361800279224?l=denslingerfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denslingerfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4325344361800279224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4214771257032871995&amp;postID=4325344361800279224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4214771257032871995/posts/default/4325344361800279224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4214771257032871995/posts/default/4325344361800279224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denslingerfamily.blogspot.com/2008/12/long-time-no-blog-lol-merry-christmas.html' title='Long time no blog, lol Merry Christmas!'/><author><name>Billie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10120690111770204336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/Si_yWtev5dI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/_aCbTvt45P8/S220/DSC_0313.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/SVKoG0bFbwI/AAAAAAAAAOg/367JbfFcANI/s72-c/DSC_0148.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4214771257032871995.post-3826502489010016041</id><published>2008-11-10T09:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T10:11:05.278-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Four days with Great Grandma and Great Grandpa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/SRh0RSmmymI/AAAAAAAAANQ/sRMYCTqN8jY/s1600-h/DSC_0037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267087604610157154" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 212px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/SRh0RSmmymI/AAAAAAAAANQ/sRMYCTqN8jY/s320/DSC_0037.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/SRh0QxeQg7I/AAAAAAAAANI/Jd8iFeKtE2A/s1600-h/DSC_0022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267087595716772786" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 212px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/SRh0QxeQg7I/AAAAAAAAANI/Jd8iFeKtE2A/s320/DSC_0022.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/SRh0QSLZhiI/AAAAAAAAANA/QBhsCPm5eyE/s1600-h/DSC_0015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267087587316172322" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 212px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/SRh0QSLZhiI/AAAAAAAAANA/QBhsCPm5eyE/s320/DSC_0015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tara had to wear her princess dress to dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/SRhy4P_ZmHI/AAAAAAAAAM4/iyu8-tqGGKE/s1600-h/DSC_0077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267086074900486258" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 212px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/SRhy4P_ZmHI/AAAAAAAAAM4/iyu8-tqGGKE/s320/DSC_0077.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Andre and Great Grandma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/SRhy3s4Ix2I/AAAAAAAAAMw/VDgDbPvu2zA/s1600-h/DSC_0071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267086065474783074" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 212px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/SRhy3s4Ix2I/AAAAAAAAAMw/VDgDbPvu2zA/s320/DSC_0071.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Great Grandpa, Andre Great Grandma&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/SRhy3RorWiI/AAAAAAAAAMo/K4dhrLP4GjU/s1600-h/DSC_0064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267086058162182690" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 212px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/SRhy3RorWiI/AAAAAAAAAMo/K4dhrLP4GjU/s320/DSC_0064.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; O my, what a three some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;.  Grandpa is so proud of his car the first thing he usually does when he gets here is wash it.  Thank God cause it gets Gerry out there to ours too.  And of course little Miss Prissy had to get her hands and clothes wet too &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;.  She had so much fun helping Grandpa and Daddy.  In case you can't tell by her smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/SRhy3J7p_JI/AAAAAAAAAMg/ad5LiIV3hVs/s1600-h/DSC_0005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267086056094301330" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 212px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/SRhy3J7p_JI/AAAAAAAAAMg/ad5LiIV3hVs/s320/DSC_0005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Ooooooooo&lt;/span&gt; money want to be friends give me money &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/SRhy23YzcGI/AAAAAAAAAMY/ncK6bIXyjl4/s1600-h/DSC_0002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267086051116281954" style="WIDTH: 212px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/SRhy23YzcGI/AAAAAAAAAMY/ncK6bIXyjl4/s320/DSC_0002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandma and Grandpa made it here November 5&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; thank God they didn't run into any snow or rain.  They usually do on their way through the mountains.  See, they come to visit twice a year once on their way to Florida for the winter and than again in April on their way back to Erie for the summer.  I love each and every visit we have.  I am very close to my grandparents and they love me unconditionally no matter what my faults are.  I am thankful we had some beautiful days here, in the 70's and low 80's.  I think Grandpa loves it when Gerry is around,  it keeps him busy.  Friday they were out all day and went to lunch and they even spent some time washing and waxing the cars, all of them even Don came over to do his and Allie's.  Thank you Grandpa it really never gets done until you come around &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;.  I was also able to take Grandma to see Tara at her dance class.  Now let me tell you this IF she sees me anywhere around she stops dancing all together.  But she was so happy Great Grandma was there she danced while she was watching.  There of course was a point I not Grandma had to leave so she would do what Miss Pam told her to do.  What a little stinker I have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;.  I love you Grandma and Grandpa and enjoy all our visits!  I am sad to say they left Sunday November 9&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; bright and early.  They are now in Florida for the winter.  We will see you soon though.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4214771257032871995-3826502489010016041?l=denslingerfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denslingerfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3826502489010016041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4214771257032871995&amp;postID=3826502489010016041' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4214771257032871995/posts/default/3826502489010016041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4214771257032871995/posts/default/3826502489010016041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denslingerfamily.blogspot.com/2008/11/four-days-with-great-grandma-and-great.html' title='Four days with Great Grandma and Great Grandpa'/><author><name>Billie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10120690111770204336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/Si_yWtev5dI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/_aCbTvt45P8/S220/DSC_0313.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/SRh0RSmmymI/AAAAAAAAANQ/sRMYCTqN8jY/s72-c/DSC_0037.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4214771257032871995.post-3810997583134726917</id><published>2008-10-29T14:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T15:45:41.521-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Very sad for those who are lost and dont have a clue:(</title><content type='html'>I just don't understand how some think.  Actually, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;unfortunately&lt;/span&gt; I do understand and I know where it comes from it makes me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;grieve&lt;/span&gt; for them.  I am so thankful to be in God's word and around loving, caring, patient friends who encourage me to keep digging and find out the truth for myself or like most of the time they teach me to read word for word what the Bible says.  Thank you all so much I love each and everyone of you.  You have no idea how much I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;appreciate&lt;/span&gt; your &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;guidance&lt;/span&gt;, wisdom and love.  I am so where I need to be and pray I will never fall a way.  I never want to be so lost and not have a clue.  Some of you know what I am talking about some don't just pray for me to know what to say and when to say it, for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;guidance&lt;/span&gt; and wisdom to handle what is placed in front of me.  Being in the word has made me so excited and to really wanting to know the truth.  This past weekend I was able to Kay Arthur's conference what a wonderful spirit filled message she gave.  Thank you Cyndi for telling me about it.  I enjoyed the time there and with the ladies that went.  One thing that really went to my heart this weekend was; it is NOT my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;responsibility&lt;/span&gt; to save anyone I can pray for them BUT it is up to them IF they want to be saved.   The Bible is a book of instructions on how to be, how to act, what we're to do BUT the one thing God does is give us a choice and it is to know Him or not too.  He gives us that option, freewill, wow.  He so wants us to come to Him freely His heart aches for us to come and know Him.  Another thing I've learned is that WE walk away from Him BUT He NEVER walks away from us, he sits there waiting for us and when we're ready He is there for us.  How sad is that, He has to sit there waiting and sometimes years or a life time but He is a patient God and loves us.  One day EVERYONE will bow before Jesus Christ EVERYONE will know who He is.  Believers and nonbelievers.  I for one don't want to be so caught up in the world and miss my opportunity.  I know Jesus is the Father and the Holy Spirit, born to a virgin, died on the cross, rose from the dead and IS alive today and one day He WILL come back.  (If I have miss quoted anything please let me know as I said I am learning.)  Thank you Jesus that we can study your word freely and don't have to be ashamed or in fear for our lives, like other &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;countries&lt;/span&gt; are.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4214771257032871995-3810997583134726917?l=denslingerfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denslingerfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3810997583134726917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4214771257032871995&amp;postID=3810997583134726917' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4214771257032871995/posts/default/3810997583134726917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4214771257032871995/posts/default/3810997583134726917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denslingerfamily.blogspot.com/2008/10/very-sad-for-those-who-are-lost-and.html' title='Very sad for those who are lost and dont have a clue:('/><author><name>Billie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10120690111770204336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/Si_yWtev5dI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/_aCbTvt45P8/S220/DSC_0313.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4214771257032871995.post-7879539757739471146</id><published>2008-10-27T09:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T09:38:00.311-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trunk &amp; Treat</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/SQXqRXfflkI/AAAAAAAAALY/uoKnMsKtPvk/s1600-h/DSC_0031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261869323737077314" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 212px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/SQXqRXfflkI/AAAAAAAAALY/uoKnMsKtPvk/s320/DSC_0031.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/SQXpEAsC5tI/AAAAAAAAALQ/ODRGC-YV_Vg/s1600-h/DSC_0032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261867994765780690" style="WIDTH: 182px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/SQXpEAsC5tI/AAAAAAAAALQ/ODRGC-YV_Vg/s320/DSC_0032.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/SQXpDn0doWI/AAAAAAAAALI/5nC2-MV2Whg/s1600-h/DSC_0035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261867988090200418" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 292px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/SQXpDn0doWI/AAAAAAAAALI/5nC2-MV2Whg/s320/DSC_0035.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/SQXpDBq9_vI/AAAAAAAAALA/FOJmYIvdxBw/s1600-h/DSC_0016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261867977849831154" style="WIDTH: 212px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/SQXpDBq9_vI/AAAAAAAAALA/FOJmYIvdxBw/s320/DSC_0016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/SQXpC0JYBAI/AAAAAAAAAK4/pMldSAZU0Ww/s1600-h/DSC_0006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261867974219269122" style="WIDTH: 212px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/SQXpC0JYBAI/AAAAAAAAAK4/pMldSAZU0Ww/s320/DSC_0006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I went shopping about a month or so ago and found Tara's outfit. I had to get it. I think she looks so cute in her yes you guessed it Little Bo Peep. And my handsome son is.....Captain Hook. He came up with his outfit when we went to the beach with our friends and they decided to be Captain Hook, Erin would be Tinker Bell and her brother would be Peter Pan.  Poor Ethan everyone thought he was Robin Hood though.  They all looked so cute and had a great time at the Trunk and Treat at a local Church.  Andre and Tara are looking forward to going trick er treating in the neighborhood though.  Poor Tara was so scared of the crowds she didn't really want to doing anything but sit in her stroller.  She did do the trunk and treat though of course she did she got some candy or as she said chocolate.  O boy what a girl already lol.  Andre had a great time he went off and did things he wanted too and he would come back and let us know where he was off to next.  It was relaxing and the adults had a chance to actually talk. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/SQXpCtKmZZI/AAAAAAAAAKw/fE9cwGpo_xo/s1600-h/DSC_0005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261867972345357714" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 212px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/SQXpCtKmZZI/AAAAAAAAAKw/fE9cwGpo_xo/s320/DSC_0005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; OK, I had to include this picture of Tara taking a nap.  I love it when I find her a sleep like this.  I just want to pinch that little bottom so much, lol.  But knew better, I didn't want to wake sleeping beauty.  lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/4214771257032871995-7879539757739471146?l=denslingerfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denslingerfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7879539757739471146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4214771257032871995&amp;postID=7879539757739471146' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4214771257032871995/posts/default/7879539757739471146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4214771257032871995/posts/default/7879539757739471146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denslingerfamily.blogspot.com/2008/10/trunk-treat.html' title='Trunk &amp; Treat'/><author><name>Billie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10120690111770204336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/Si_yWtev5dI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/_aCbTvt45P8/S220/DSC_0313.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/SQXqRXfflkI/AAAAAAAAALY/uoKnMsKtPvk/s72-c/DSC_0031.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4214771257032871995.post-5929941157348691740</id><published>2008-10-12T13:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T16:42:57.825-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blessed weekend</title><content type='html'>It is funny how God works.  My friend Cyndi put on a conference through her Church at the local Bible College.  She invited me to go but to be honest I was thinking of backing out cause my ears (yes again) are all plugged up not one but both ugh and I really can't hear anything.  Not sure if it is a blessing or a curse, I would have to say curse.  Maybe God is looking for me to listen to Him and that's why they're plugged, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;.  Anyways that is another story.  Don (Cyndi's husband) called to see if I needed him to drive me there.  I guess God knew I needed to hear from someone about going cause he encouraged me to go.  I am very glad I did.  Cyndi did a really great job putting it together.  This is her first time putting something like this together.  It was a weekend of learning how important prayer is and just talking to God is.  I knew this but have to be the first to say I don't pray like I should.  And I honestly don't pray with detail.  It was a blessing to be there with all the other ladies and have fellowship and just share with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;each other&lt;/span&gt;.  Melony, was one of the speakers and she is a Missionary from Russia.  So it was great to talk with her.  I am hoping to get together with her at some point and introduce her to Andre and have her look at a little shirt that was given to me in Russia that has writing on it, I was told it is Andre's Russian name. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To top off the weekend today at Church Pastor Daniel spoke on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Colossians&lt;/span&gt; 4:2-6 Devote yourselves to prayer, being watchful and thankful, And pray for us, too, that God may open a door for our message, so that we may proclaim the mystery of Christ, for which I am in chains.  Pray that I may proclaim it clearly, as I should.  Be wise in the way you act toward outsiders; make the most of every opportunity.  Let your conversation be always full of grace, seasoned with salt, so that you may know how to answer everyone.  Pastor Daniel and his family will be moving to Costa Rica and his wife Sarah said this is a verse that helped her to see where God wanted them to be.  For me it is God telling me that the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;conference&lt;/span&gt; I went too about prayer and than this morning again about prayer how important it is.  How &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;awesome&lt;/span&gt; is God.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4214771257032871995-5929941157348691740?l=denslingerfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denslingerfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5929941157348691740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4214771257032871995&amp;postID=5929941157348691740' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4214771257032871995/posts/default/5929941157348691740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4214771257032871995/posts/default/5929941157348691740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denslingerfamily.blogspot.com/2008/10/blessed-weekend.html' title='Blessed weekend'/><author><name>Billie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10120690111770204336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/Si_yWtev5dI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/_aCbTvt45P8/S220/DSC_0313.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4214771257032871995.post-3114677041259158772</id><published>2008-10-11T15:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T15:58:54.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First night of Dance</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/SPEsSWP_bQI/AAAAAAAAAKI/Yto8L3VyHo4/s1600-h/DSC_0012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256030933839998210" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/SPEsSWP_bQI/AAAAAAAAAKI/Yto8L3VyHo4/s320/DSC_0012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/SPEsS7Dx3SI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/_dSDt0tlGAQ/s1600-h/DSC_0013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256030943720889634" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/SPEsS7Dx3SI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/_dSDt0tlGAQ/s320/DSC_0013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tara was so excited about dance when she got out on the side walk she tried to twirl she came right out of her dance slippers.  lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/SPEsTA0vWhI/AAAAAAAAAKY/7YOsC6njxpI/s1600-h/DSC_0014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256030945268423186" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/SPEsTA0vWhI/AAAAAAAAAKY/7YOsC6njxpI/s320/DSC_0014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Looking cute right before class started and soon after she became very shy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/SPEsTqdlqSI/AAAAAAAAAKg/d5cx41Ke6SI/s1600-h/DSC_0020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256030956445608226" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/SPEsTqdlqSI/AAAAAAAAAKg/d5cx41Ke6SI/s320/DSC_0020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/SPEsUMQ-P6I/AAAAAAAAAKo/sTvlFe6L3p0/s1600-h/DSC_0022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256030965519499170" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/SPEsUMQ-P6I/AAAAAAAAAKo/sTvlFe6L3p0/s320/DSC_0022.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; These are just a few and I mean a few pictures I was able to get of her actually doing what she was told to do.  Miss Pam would try to get her to do something and she would just stand there and shake her head no.  Thank God Miss Pam is very patient and didn't mind her standing there, lol.  At least she didn't scream or cry.  I am hoping and praying Tara will get use to going and eventually enjoy it.  Honestly I think she was scared and unsure but give her time and she will blossom.  The funny thing was after we got in the truck she said she had fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also have to mention Andre and how proud I am of him, he went in there and sat down and did his homework without and problems.  I think he was excited to see how his sister was going to do too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4214771257032871995-3114677041259158772?l=denslingerfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denslingerfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3114677041259158772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4214771257032871995&amp;postID=3114677041259158772' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4214771257032871995/posts/default/3114677041259158772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4214771257032871995/posts/default/3114677041259158772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denslingerfamily.blogspot.com/2008/10/firs.html' title='First night of Dance'/><author><name>Billie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10120690111770204336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/Si_yWtev5dI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/_aCbTvt45P8/S220/DSC_0313.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/SPEsSWP_bQI/AAAAAAAAAKI/Yto8L3VyHo4/s72-c/DSC_0012.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4214771257032871995.post-6227452627804843824</id><published>2008-10-08T08:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T08:38:33.268-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Out of the mouths of babes!</title><content type='html'>It was so sweet this morning.  I'm running around trying to get ready to meet some friends at the park.  I gave Tara her breakfast and I finally sat down to eat too and she looks at me so serious and says Momma, my heart is open to Jesus.  I don't know why or where it came from but it was the sweetest thing I have heard.  I can only pray that my children find and crave Jesus and His word.  And they come to know how much He loved us.  Jesus love for us is just so unimaginable to me so for a 3 year old to understand is so sweet.  I so want them to know that they were not mistakes and they were loved even before the foundation of the world.  God knew them and all of us before anyone even knew we existed.  How awesome is that?  I get so excited about the Lords word and can't get enough of it.  I am learning and I am human and I fail BUT God doesn't fail us.  He is always there for us.  And I love it when my children can understand that He is there and what He means to all of us.   What a blessing this morning Tara gave to her mommy.  Thank you sweet little girl and thank you Jesus!  I love you both!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4214771257032871995-6227452627804843824?l=denslingerfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denslingerfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6227452627804843824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4214771257032871995&amp;postID=6227452627804843824' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4214771257032871995/posts/default/6227452627804843824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4214771257032871995/posts/default/6227452627804843824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denslingerfamily.blogspot.com/2008/10/out-of-mouths-of-babes.html' title='Out of the mouths of babes!'/><author><name>Billie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10120690111770204336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/Si_yWtev5dI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/_aCbTvt45P8/S220/DSC_0313.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4214771257032871995.post-2780024509726639568</id><published>2008-10-07T10:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T11:25:37.547-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pumpkin Farm with our adoption group</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/SOukllESjaI/AAAAAAAAAJg/A0RSFALBNhc/s1600-h/DSC_0116.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254474355770035618" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/SOukllESjaI/AAAAAAAAAJg/A0RSFALBNhc/s200/DSC_0116.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/SOukllHoknI/AAAAAAAAAJo/xvGTHtIgHbw/s1600-h/DSC_0122.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254474355784061554" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/SOukllHoknI/AAAAAAAAAJo/xvGTHtIgHbw/s200/DSC_0122.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/SOukl9Di4wI/AAAAAAAAAJw/JjYJ9lBq8UA/s1600-h/DSC_0143.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254474362209362690" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/SOukl9Di4wI/AAAAAAAAAJw/JjYJ9lBq8UA/s200/DSC_0143.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/SOukmPlnHyI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/4fHC8rX9gSw/s1600-h/DSC_0146.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254474367184084770" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/SOukmPlnHyI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/4fHC8rX9gSw/s200/DSC_0146.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Andre, Tara and Gerry down by the pond where they cooked the hot dogs.  This is where we gather to eat and make our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;smores&lt;/span&gt;.  And yes this is where I learned to put peanut butter on my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;smore&lt;/span&gt; yummy!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/SOukmE2fKLI/AAAAAAAAAKA/pn0Q5Oa_RXw/s1600-h/DSC_0190.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254474364302076082" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/SOukmE2fKLI/AAAAAAAAAKA/pn0Q5Oa_RXw/s200/DSC_0190.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Andre and Tara laying in the leaves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/SOui_-YGiEI/AAAAAAAAAI4/VnuhS5SmPbc/s1600-h/DSC_0003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254472610217363522" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/SOui_-YGiEI/AAAAAAAAAI4/VnuhS5SmPbc/s200/DSC_0003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Taking a look in the attic of the barn where there was a horse and some goats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/SOujAeNQ7EI/AAAAAAAAAJA/3oxPbsj8Ca4/s1600-h/DSC_0011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254472618761841730" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/SOujAeNQ7EI/AAAAAAAAAJA/3oxPbsj8Ca4/s200/DSC_0011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; There is a wagon the kids can climb on and we always get a picture of the kids on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/SOujAkO23xI/AAAAAAAAAJI/xg_QxitTPzM/s1600-h/DSC_0017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254472620379135762" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/SOujAkO23xI/AAAAAAAAAJI/xg_QxitTPzM/s200/DSC_0017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Just looking cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/SOujA2DHGnI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/jLkvJsPkbj0/s1600-h/DSC_0036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254472625161706098" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/SOujA2DHGnI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/jLkvJsPkbj0/s200/DSC_0036.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/SOujA9W1I8I/AAAAAAAAAJY/P6n_qhzsrkA/s1600-h/DSC_0060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254472627123463106" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/SOujA9W1I8I/AAAAAAAAAJY/P6n_qhzsrkA/s200/DSC_0060.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is on the hay ride.  It was a little rough.  The road was bumpy and we almost flew off our seats at one point.  So needless to say we only went on it one time.  Can you tell Gerry is sucking in all the attention Tara is giving him? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;  What a daddies girl!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, I know I have a ton of pictures on here BUT if you know me I LOVE my pictures.  And yes I have a wonderful camera Gerry bought for me for our Anniversary one year and I can take up to two hundred pictures.  So I really did only put a few on here.  I hope you enjoy them as I do.  I am not a great writer so I like to share photos of my family.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saturday was such a beautiful day for the pumpkin farm.  There was a record number of people who actually went this year.  This a our adoption group and we have going to the pumpkin farm every year for the last three years and we love it.  It is great to see all the kids and see how they have grown and to see the new adoptive families.  This group is a great bunch of people.  What makes it so nice is that the families have adopted all over the world including the US.  So Andre can find kids from Russia and Tara can see kids as she says look like her, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;.  It is too cute when she says that.  She is only three and she can already see that.  There was horse rides, hay rides, petting zoo and hot dogs and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;smores&lt;/span&gt;.  What a day it really was a great time.  The kids a had a wonderful time running around.  And as you can see allowed me to get some pictures of them in this beautiful place.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/4214771257032871995-2780024509726639568?l=denslingerfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denslingerfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2780024509726639568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4214771257032871995&amp;postID=2780024509726639568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4214771257032871995/posts/default/2780024509726639568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4214771257032871995/posts/default/2780024509726639568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denslingerfamily.blogspot.com/2008/10/pumpkin-farm-with-our-adoption-group.html' title='Pumpkin Farm with our adoption group'/><author><name>Billie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10120690111770204336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/Si_yWtev5dI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/_aCbTvt45P8/S220/DSC_0313.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/SOukllESjaI/AAAAAAAAAJg/A0RSFALBNhc/s72-c/DSC_0116.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4214771257032871995.post-8504927025592162912</id><published>2008-09-30T19:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T19:48:14.054-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bible Study</title><content type='html'>Well, we started bible study tonight and it went really well.  Thank you Emily for having us at your home.  I really enjoyed meeting everyone and can't wait to make new friendships.  Mari, I know you were nervous but you did a really good job.  Keep doing what you do pray and keeping everyone on track with God's word.  I have learned so much from you and can't thank you enough for that.  I am looking forward to next week!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4214771257032871995-8504927025592162912?l=denslingerfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denslingerfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8504927025592162912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4214771257032871995&amp;postID=8504927025592162912' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4214771257032871995/posts/default/8504927025592162912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4214771257032871995/posts/default/8504927025592162912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denslingerfamily.blogspot.com/2008/09/bible-study.html' title='Bible Study'/><author><name>Billie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10120690111770204336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/Si_yWtev5dI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/_aCbTvt45P8/S220/DSC_0313.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4214771257032871995.post-5392673275903313327</id><published>2008-09-29T10:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T11:40:21.073-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Myrtle Beach</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/SOEbIN4AARI/AAAAAAAAAIY/33T21B0zLJ4/s1600-h/DSC_0006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251508468468154642" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/SOEbIN4AARI/AAAAAAAAAIY/33T21B0zLJ4/s320/DSC_0006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Daddy's Girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/SOEbIOqgtHI/AAAAAAAAAIg/Lw1rSFQEy9o/s1600-h/DSC_0028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251508468680012914" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/SOEbIOqgtHI/AAAAAAAAAIg/Lw1rSFQEy9o/s320/DSC_0028.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/SOEbJyDv6iI/AAAAAAAAAIo/Qa2c314HZHA/s1600-h/DSC_0045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251508495360977442" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/SOEbJyDv6iI/AAAAAAAAAIo/Qa2c314HZHA/s320/DSC_0045.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/SOEbKCaRalI/AAAAAAAAAIw/j2-8PMOL0jw/s1600-h/DSC_0049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251508499750414930" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/SOEbKCaRalI/AAAAAAAAAIw/j2-8PMOL0jw/s320/DSC_0049.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Weeeeee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/SOEXhXHcFSI/AAAAAAAAAHw/-Vnc5csSHyY/s1600-h/DSC_0190.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251504502399046946" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/SOEXhXHcFSI/AAAAAAAAAHw/-Vnc5csSHyY/s320/DSC_0190.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tara really didn't like this at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/SOEXh8nnKrI/AAAAAAAAAH4/XidQ5gN-MqM/s1600-h/DSC_0194.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251504512466102962" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/SOEXh8nnKrI/AAAAAAAAAH4/XidQ5gN-MqM/s320/DSC_0194.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Gerry being funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/SOEXiXYfKwI/AAAAAAAAAIA/nrx9oPqeptA/s1600-h/DSC_0195.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251504519650421506" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/SOEXiXYfKwI/AAAAAAAAAIA/nrx9oPqeptA/s320/DSC_0195.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Andre looking handsome as usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/SOEXingxDYI/AAAAAAAAAII/AniyQAkQuHk/s1600-h/DSC_0234.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251504523980115330" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/SOEXingxDYI/AAAAAAAAAII/AniyQAkQuHk/s320/DSC_0234.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Daddy's girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/SOEXi1PtxHI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/ZnMTs2vNusE/s1600-h/DSC_0301.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251504527666693234" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/SOEXi1PtxHI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/ZnMTs2vNusE/s320/DSC_0301.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I love this picture.  Gerry put Andre's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;boogy&lt;/span&gt; board on some chairs and put Tara up trying to make it look like she was surfing.  But as you can see she wasn't up for it.  But I think this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;picture&lt;/span&gt; turned out great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/SOEVsoOSbrI/AAAAAAAAAHI/wHxofmI3VAA/s1600-h/DSC_0033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251502496946482866" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/SOEVsoOSbrI/AAAAAAAAAHI/wHxofmI3VAA/s320/DSC_0033.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Tippy&lt;/span&gt; toes and so happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/SOEVtPDAD2I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/8m5e3OYV6HI/s1600-h/DSC_0041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251502507368124258" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/SOEVtPDAD2I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/8m5e3OYV6HI/s320/DSC_0041.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; You could hear her laugh over the sound of the ocean, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;.  It was so sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/SOEVtMFABTI/AAAAAAAAAHY/PEzxgX4yHD0/s1600-h/DSC_0063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251502506571203890" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/SOEVtMFABTI/AAAAAAAAAHY/PEzxgX4yHD0/s320/DSC_0063.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Run Andre run&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/SOEVtmQne6I/AAAAAAAAAHg/CoHNiVnUcjg/s1600-h/DSC_0090.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251502513599249314" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/SOEVtmQne6I/AAAAAAAAAHg/CoHNiVnUcjg/s320/DSC_0090.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; What a trio:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/SOEVtxFq0WI/AAAAAAAAAHo/BhYGU_y1rcQ/s1600-h/DSC_0125.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251502516506120546" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/SOEVtxFq0WI/AAAAAAAAAHo/BhYGU_y1rcQ/s320/DSC_0125.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Well, we finally made it to the beach this year yeah.  The only problem was that there was a storm out over the water but thank God it wasn't a hurricane.  We got there on Thursday and it was so cold and raining like crazy at least no thunder or lighting so the kids did get to go swimming on the inside pool which made them very happy.  On our way down Andre asked to stop at rest stop and needless to say they talked Gerry into sitting in on a timeshare presentation for Friday morning.  He felt it was raining we would get free breakfast, free tickets to the aquarium and a free 2 night 3 day stay at one of their resorts.  So we did that on Friday and we actually ended up with everything listed above plus another 2 night 3 day vacation yeah.  Not sure how we did that but it will be great and can't wait to take the opportunity to take them up on those two vacations.  The great thing is that after we were done (no we didn't buy) it was absolutely beautiful out and warm.  So the kids got to go swimming in the pools and we got to go to the beach but not swimming in the water cause the waves were crazy so we only put our feet in.  The whole weekend ended up being a great weekend.  We our friends Vivian, Chris and their two kids so everyone had someone to play with and we actually had adults to talk too, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;lol&lt;/span&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/4214771257032871995-5392673275903313327?l=denslingerfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denslingerfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5392673275903313327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4214771257032871995&amp;postID=5392673275903313327' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4214771257032871995/posts/default/5392673275903313327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4214771257032871995/posts/default/5392673275903313327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denslingerfamily.blogspot.com/2008/09/myrtle-beach.html' title='Myrtle Beach'/><author><name>Billie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10120690111770204336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/Si_yWtev5dI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/_aCbTvt45P8/S220/DSC_0313.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/SOEbIN4AARI/AAAAAAAAAIY/33T21B0zLJ4/s72-c/DSC_0006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4214771257032871995.post-8655923168645721833</id><published>2008-09-29T09:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T10:39:22.263-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Heavens Gates, Hells Flame</title><content type='html'>Heavens Gates, Hells Flame was a play that Allie was in, Wednesday night was the last night for it.  She invited Gerry and I to go, she was so excited about it and really wanted us to go.  To be honest we didn't really think about it until Cyndi called us and asked if we were going to go and if so she would babysit.  Well, she asked Gerry again and he told her we would go to have a night out and to see Allie cause she was so excited about the message the play had. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The play was awesome and Allie and the whole cast (which were members of her Church I believe) did a great job.  The play really made you stop and think.  It was about different scenarios in every one's life, a mother and daughter the daughter goes to Church but the mother (not a bad person) doesn't but she volunteers and does a lot of good but never ask Jesus in her heart well they end up dieing together and the the daughters name is in the book of life and goes to heaven but the mother's name isn't in it and she goes to hell.  Father and son driving along and their talking and the son asked the dad about God and the father said they had plenty of time besides mom had enough religion to save them all and there was another family driving coming from Church they had an accident and they all die the family that had all accepted Jesus (family coming from Church) goes to heaven the father and son who said there would be plenty of time ended up in hell.  Co workers one saved one not, after talking the one co worker not saved became saved than an accident happened and they died, well the one saved knew where he was going the other man wasn't sure cause he had JUST prayed but because he had just prayed they both go to heaven.  The whole play was like this different scenarios that happen in any ones life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is where it got really exciting for me.  At the end of the play they asked for anyone who wanted to accept the Lord to raise their hands and anyone who had accepted the Lord and wanted to recommit to raise their hands.  Than they asked everyone one of them to stand and to my surprise after I had stood Gerry stood (THANK YOU GOD) and asked all of us to come down to the alter and pray the sinners prayer.  I am over the moon to say on September 24, 2008 together we were saved as husband and wife.  I was in tears and I know Gerry still isn't sure about some things but he took that step and I am so proud of him.  God has answered my prayers.  I love you Gerry more every day and I am so proud of you.  God Bless You!!!!!!!!  God is so good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4214771257032871995-8655923168645721833?l=denslingerfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denslingerfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8655923168645721833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4214771257032871995&amp;postID=8655923168645721833' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4214771257032871995/posts/default/8655923168645721833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4214771257032871995/posts/default/8655923168645721833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denslingerfamily.blogspot.com/2008/09/heavens-gates-hells-flame.html' title='Heavens Gates, Hells Flame'/><author><name>Billie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10120690111770204336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/Si_yWtev5dI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/_aCbTvt45P8/S220/DSC_0313.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4214771257032871995.post-5930958021118598243</id><published>2008-09-29T08:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T09:20:10.100-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Six random things about me.</title><content type='html'>Alright, Mari sent me this to post six random things about me.  I've only been posting for a short while so if I don't do this right I'm sorry.  But will try.  Oh, Boy where do I start.  I always hate questions about myself.  Here we go:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  I have saved ever paper Andre has ever brought home or colored on but poor Tara I don't have anything for her YET.  I guess it is the second child syndrome?  No I didn't keep the band aids from all his shots even though I do know of someone who has done that lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  I LOVE pictures of my family and friends they mean the world to me and yes I save them all and even will put them up in the livingroom.  I also enjoy taking them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  I enjoy sitting out on the back porch looking up at the stars in amazement at the beauty and vastness of it all.  While thanking God for it.  And of course just enjoying the peace and quite cause everyone is usually in bed when I'm out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  I use to collect dolls and I still have some of my stuff animals, dolls and baby clothes from my child hood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  I start to put up Christmas stuff as early as I can but Gerry tries to make me wait till after Thanksgiving.  It takes me so long to up the tree that I like it up as soon as possible to enjoy it.  We have so many decorations it takes me about two days to get everything up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.  Yeah the last one, I enjoyed going beach glass hunting and wish I could do it here in SC somewhere but know if there is a place to do it.  When I was home this summer I went to Lake Erie to find it.  It was so much fun and relaxing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I am suppose to tag others but truth be told I don't know that many in the blog world.  So, if you are reading this and would like to do this please do so.  I love to read what you have to post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4214771257032871995-5930958021118598243?l=denslingerfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denslingerfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5930958021118598243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4214771257032871995&amp;postID=5930958021118598243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4214771257032871995/posts/default/5930958021118598243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4214771257032871995/posts/default/5930958021118598243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denslingerfamily.blogspot.com/2008/09/six-random-things-about-me.html' title='Six random things about me.'/><author><name>Billie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10120690111770204336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/Si_yWtev5dI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/_aCbTvt45P8/S220/DSC_0313.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4214771257032871995.post-2159864285431636247</id><published>2008-09-22T08:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T09:08:34.861-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun Day at the zoo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/SNe-kTffUaI/AAAAAAAAAGg/dhuVryiEuX0/s1600-h/DSC_0008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248873421640520098" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/SNe-kTffUaI/AAAAAAAAAGg/dhuVryiEuX0/s320/DSC_0008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/SNe-knE3eHI/AAAAAAAAAGo/5NMvooaFmOA/s1600-h/DSC_0004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248873426897565810" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/SNe-knE3eHI/AAAAAAAAAGo/5NMvooaFmOA/s320/DSC_0004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We had a beautiful day on Saturday so we decided to go to the zoo for the day.    We took lunch with us and ate in the little area were they have picnic tables.  It was a cool day so it was really nice to walk around.  The zoo was packed there were so many people there it was crazy.  We figured the animals would be active but the only ones that were active was in the aquarium.  All the snakes were moving around. yuck!  But it was so cute to watch Tara get so excited cause they were moving around.  I think I have her convinced that snakes are icky, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/SNe-lIKbZPI/AAAAAAAAAGw/3Eo7Unu7cdU/s1600-h/DSC_0022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248873435779261682" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/SNe-lIKbZPI/AAAAAAAAAGw/3Eo7Unu7cdU/s320/DSC_0022.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/SNe-lZdFMDI/AAAAAAAAAG4/BzGAGZfRFo8/s1600-h/DSC_0024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248873440420900914" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/SNe-lZdFMDI/AAAAAAAAAG4/BzGAGZfRFo8/s320/DSC_0024.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/SNe-lt4aaPI/AAAAAAAAAHA/IEgr48eUfIY/s1600-h/DSC_0043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248873445904247026" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/SNe-lt4aaPI/AAAAAAAAAHA/IEgr48eUfIY/s320/DSC_0043.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; As you can see from the pictures above Tara is still doing her Hollywood pose (with no &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;prompting&lt;/span&gt; by us just to let you know) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;.  The kids had a great time and always enjoy getting their pictures on or around certain things at the zoo.  The only thing that disappointed us was that a lot of the animals outside weren't moving or we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;couldn't&lt;/span&gt; find them.  Andre got to the birds and monkeys he wanted to see and Tara got to see the monkeys and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;koala&lt;/span&gt; she wanted to see.  They both got to ride the carousel and the tram up to the garden area.  It really was a great day for the family to spend time together.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now on Thursday we will be leaving for Myrtle Beach and can't wait.  We will be meeting some friends down there for the weekend, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;yeah&lt;/span&gt;!  I just pray there won't be any hurricanes out there brewing!  I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;believe&lt;/span&gt; there is one out there but I don't think (at least right now) it will do anything but I am praying.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4214771257032871995-2159864285431636247?l=denslingerfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denslingerfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2159864285431636247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4214771257032871995&amp;postID=2159864285431636247' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4214771257032871995/posts/default/2159864285431636247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4214771257032871995/posts/default/2159864285431636247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denslingerfamily.blogspot.com/2008/09/fun-day-at-zoo.html' title='Fun Day at the zoo'/><author><name>Billie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10120690111770204336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/Si_yWtev5dI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/_aCbTvt45P8/S220/DSC_0313.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/SNe-kTffUaI/AAAAAAAAAGg/dhuVryiEuX0/s72-c/DSC_0008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4214771257032871995.post-3205359283940765328</id><published>2008-09-18T07:56:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T08:41:16.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Andre's new hair cut</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/SNJ1RkVkmOI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/ZwgO-30HDVw/s1600-h/DSC_0033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247385460512430306" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/SNJ1RkVkmOI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/ZwgO-30HDVw/s320/DSC_0033.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/SNJ1RiU4qoI/AAAAAAAAAGY/yBHkMieYc_k/s1600-h/DSC_0036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247385459972680322" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/SNJ1RiU4qoI/AAAAAAAAAGY/yBHkMieYc_k/s320/DSC_0036.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Well, out of the clear blue Andre asked me to cut his hair short again.  To be honest I was surprised cause I know he has been wanting it long, which is fine with us as long as he doesn't come home with any tatoos anytime soon lol.  I didn't cut it the way he had asked me thank God cause after he showered he came down the stairs in tears.  He didn't like the way it looked.  My heart sank and I thought to myself oh boy here we go and remind you I didn't cut it as short as he had asked for.  Well, there were a few places that needed to be trimmed up and after that he was finally happy it.  I personally think it looks great and as he tell's me "I feel light headed now mom". &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/4214771257032871995-3205359283940765328?l=denslingerfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denslingerfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3205359283940765328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4214771257032871995&amp;postID=3205359283940765328' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4214771257032871995/posts/default/3205359283940765328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4214771257032871995/posts/default/3205359283940765328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denslingerfamily.blogspot.com/2008/09/andres-new-hair-cut.html' title='Andre&apos;s new hair cut'/><author><name>Billie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10120690111770204336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/Si_yWtev5dI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/_aCbTvt45P8/S220/DSC_0313.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/SNJ1RkVkmOI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/ZwgO-30HDVw/s72-c/DSC_0033.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4214771257032871995.post-4410572901772451625</id><published>2008-09-18T07:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T08:33:10.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Miss Hollywood!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/SNJyGTJFiXI/AAAAAAAAAFw/G9PKB9LrvCk/s1600-h/DSC_0027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247381968383215986" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/SNJyGTJFiXI/AAAAAAAAAFw/G9PKB9LrvCk/s320/DSC_0027.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/SNJyGpkNhwI/AAAAAAAAAF4/J809fc5K4m0/s1600-h/DSC_0028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247381974402565890" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/SNJyGpkNhwI/AAAAAAAAAF4/J809fc5K4m0/s320/DSC_0028.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/SNJyIA403iI/AAAAAAAAAGA/mVb484UGME8/s1600-h/DSC_0030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247381997842914850" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/SNJyIA403iI/AAAAAAAAAGA/mVb484UGME8/s320/DSC_0030.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/SNJyIcwcP3I/AAAAAAAAAGI/Be1253jB3SQ/s1600-h/DSC_0031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247382005323939698" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/SNJyIcwcP3I/AAAAAAAAAGI/Be1253jB3SQ/s320/DSC_0031.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; On Tuesday we went out with my friend Cyndi shopping and lunch.  Had a wonderful time considering Cyndi never goes shopping.  I think she is the only women I know who hates to shop.  I tease her all the time and she knows I love her.  It's been a while since we really got together and I had a great time.  It is always a blessing to be able to spend time with her, she is such a great influence of how God works in someone's life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we got home Tara found her sun glasses and oh my goodness, what a ham.  She just started to pose.  She is a little diva in the making.  Heaven help the man she marries lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4214771257032871995-4410572901772451625?l=denslingerfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denslingerfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4410572901772451625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4214771257032871995&amp;postID=4410572901772451625' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4214771257032871995/posts/default/4410572901772451625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4214771257032871995/posts/default/4410572901772451625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denslingerfamily.blogspot.com/2008/09/little-miss-hollywood.html' title='Little Miss Hollywood!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Billie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10120690111770204336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/Si_yWtev5dI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/_aCbTvt45P8/S220/DSC_0313.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/SNJyGTJFiXI/AAAAAAAAAFw/G9PKB9LrvCk/s72-c/DSC_0027.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4214771257032871995.post-5238340715878897449</id><published>2008-09-18T07:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T08:14:08.417-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cub Scouts Family Popcorn Kick off cook out</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/SNJtguxSpoI/AAAAAAAAAFg/LcGsumrpyKM/s1600-h/DSC_0010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247376924918064770" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/SNJtguxSpoI/AAAAAAAAAFg/LcGsumrpyKM/s320/DSC_0010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well, we have started another year in the Cub Scouts.  Monday night was the kick off for us to start selling our popcorn.  We usually don't like to sell stuff but this is for a good cause and it all goes right back to the Scouts.  We are very lucky to have a wonderful team of leaders that our boys are around.  Danny and Chuck do a lot for the boys and I know some of the dads and moms are always involved.  I on the other am not always involved.  I feel this is perfect time for father and son to connect without us girls around.  Plus I'm not really up to camping in a tent just yet with Tara lol.  So when they do go camping it is just us girls enjoying time together.  Tara love's it when daddy isn't home cause she then sleeps on his side of the bed, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/SNJtgy-qPiI/AAAAAAAAAFo/zeMmHV5P_78/s1600-h/DSC_0017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247376926047878690" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/SNJtgy-qPiI/AAAAAAAAAFo/zeMmHV5P_78/s320/DSC_0017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Andre doing a craft, they made a little box of popcorn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4214771257032871995-5238340715878897449?l=denslingerfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denslingerfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5238340715878897449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4214771257032871995&amp;postID=5238340715878897449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4214771257032871995/posts/default/5238340715878897449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4214771257032871995/posts/default/5238340715878897449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denslingerfamily.blogspot.com/2008/09/cub-scouts-family-popcorn-kick-off-cook.html' title='Cub Scouts Family Popcorn Kick off cook out'/><author><name>Billie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10120690111770204336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/Si_yWtev5dI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/_aCbTvt45P8/S220/DSC_0313.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/SNJtguxSpoI/AAAAAAAAAFg/LcGsumrpyKM/s72-c/DSC_0010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4214771257032871995.post-5658926746312880171</id><published>2008-09-03T07:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T08:11:31.917-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Frustrated!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>I don't know what I am going to do now I am so frustrated.  Went to the doctors for the 4th time in two weeks, ok my ogbyn actually helped two times, which she gave me better medicine than my regular doctor did ugh.  I still can't hear anything in my left ear.  They took a look and come to find out both ears are impacted BUT the right ear is worst than the left (don't know how I can hear out of that ear a little muffled but can hear) so they cleaned them out and I'm laying there thinking oh thank you I'll be able to hear again, WRONG, come to find out my real problem I have fluid build up down in the ear so needless to say I STILL CAN'T hear.  UGH!!!!!!!!!  On top of going to the doctors I took Tara with me, she was good for a while but ended up getting upset and hid under the doctors desk.  Thank God the doctor hadn't come in yet but the male nurse was wonderful with her.  He even brought her in two toy fish to play with and keep.  He put drops in my ear and I had to lay there so he pushed the chair over for her to hold my hand, which she did for a few minutes.  I don't think she liked seeing me on that table.  Only after I promised her a trip to McDonald's was she a lot better.  But only if her attitude was better.  I usually don't like to bribe my child but I couldn't get up off the table so since she was good I bucked up and took her to her favorite place, McDonald's, yuck (I can't stand that place but the things we do as mother's to make our kids mind lol).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think my family is frustrated too with me cause I am asking them all the time to speak up.  Andre doesn't talk that loud unless he wants too.  I feel sorry for Gerry right now cause he is the only one who hears Tara in the middle of the night now.  If I am a sleep on my good ear I don't hear anything.  Unfortunately, Tara still has night terrors and wakes up screaming so Gerry has been getting up with her.  Please pray that I start to feel better.  We're suppose to go to Carowinds for Gerry's shop picnic this weekend so I'm not too sure how I will do.  Don't think I will be able to ride any of the rides but we'll see.  I am just frustrated and had to blow off some steam.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4214771257032871995-5658926746312880171?l=denslingerfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denslingerfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5658926746312880171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4214771257032871995&amp;postID=5658926746312880171' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4214771257032871995/posts/default/5658926746312880171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4214771257032871995/posts/default/5658926746312880171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denslingerfamily.blogspot.com/2008/09/frustrated.html' title='Frustrated!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Billie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10120690111770204336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/Si_yWtev5dI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/_aCbTvt45P8/S220/DSC_0313.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4214771257032871995.post-3014155065196145938</id><published>2008-09-02T06:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T06:27:26.228-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First full week of school down</title><content type='html'>Wasn't too sure how this week would go but seemed to go ok.  Andre still doesn't like school but I think enjoys being with his friends.  He did really well with homework, came home and went straight to his bedroom to do it.  A little fighting here and there but could have been so much worst.  I can tell you he survived the first week of school and he is still a live and is off to school for his second week lol.  I love him so much but we really do butt heads when it comes to school.  Plus I think he is going through other things he doesn't know how to handle, puberty.  He is only 9 will be 10 in December so can I be right or wrong?  Any suggestions I would love to hear from you on this.  To me that just seems too young but others tell me different.  So I will ask that you pray for us and he starts to enjoy school or at least give it a chance. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tara is a little lost without her big brother around but I can tell you she doesn't scream as much when he is in school.  lol.  I am starting to feel better (I go to the doctors today at 11:00 to check my ears) and am hoping to start to do a little more with her.  Poor little Tara begs me to take her out of the house lol.  Pretty sad when a 3 year old ask to go somewhere.  I'm still not too sure if I'm putting her in mother's morning out or not yet.  I am having a hard time doing that for her.  She is my LAST baby and I guess I don't want to cut the strings just yet.  It is going to kill me when she starts school.  I will have panic attacks Andre will be in 6th grade (Middle School) yuck and she'll be starting kindergarten yuck.  They grow up so fast.  I can cry now just thinking about it.  When Andre started Kindergarten that's when I asked Gerry to adopt again.  I know this time if I suggest it again he will tell me NO:(  I am very blessed with the family God has given us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am happy that Gerry is off of second or third shift (not too sure how they classify this) now.  For the past two weeks he was covering for a friend that had his second baby, a boy.  Hopefully now our family can get back to our routine.  I will have to keep you posted on how Andre does with school and IF Tara starts mother's morning out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4214771257032871995-3014155065196145938?l=denslingerfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denslingerfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3014155065196145938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4214771257032871995&amp;postID=3014155065196145938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4214771257032871995/posts/default/3014155065196145938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4214771257032871995/posts/default/3014155065196145938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denslingerfamily.blogspot.com/2008/09/first-full-week-of-school-down.html' title='First full week of school down'/><author><name>Billie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10120690111770204336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/Si_yWtev5dI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/_aCbTvt45P8/S220/DSC_0313.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4214771257032871995.post-1525150695515470828</id><published>2008-08-20T19:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T19:46:26.838-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Day of School</title><content type='html'>Well, where do I begin.  We were told the bus would arrive at 6:10 am so we went out at 6:05, needelss to say the bus never showed up till 6:25.  I really don't like the beginning of the year.  Gerry is working 3rd shift for the next two weeks so he went out at 2:30 to wait for Andre to get off the bus but it didn't show up (which is only 5 minutes away) they were late leaving the school so Andre didn't get home until 3:00.  Last year we had a lot of problems with the bus situation, they know me very well.  At least this year he was dropped off at the right bus stop and not some where else.  When he finally got home he said he had a nice day but his teacher was crazy lol.  Leave it to my son can you tell how this year is going to be.  He said he wants to change teachers but I hate to tell him he is stuck with his teacher and I pray this teacher will be the best teacher he has.  Needless to say homework tonight didn't go so well.  I will ask everyone for prayer on this.  We had a talk before bed this evening and I just hope and pray he gets what I had to say to him.  I will be praying for a better day tomorrow.  I will keep you posted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4214771257032871995-1525150695515470828?l=denslingerfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denslingerfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1525150695515470828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4214771257032871995&amp;postID=1525150695515470828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4214771257032871995/posts/default/1525150695515470828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4214771257032871995/posts/default/1525150695515470828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denslingerfamily.blogspot.com/2008/08/first-day-of-school.html' title='First Day of School'/><author><name>Billie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10120690111770204336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/Si_yWtev5dI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/_aCbTvt45P8/S220/DSC_0313.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4214771257032871995.post-5470258836289310042</id><published>2008-08-20T18:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T19:25:44.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Day of School 8-20-08</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/SKzJrrDG9PI/AAAAAAAAAFI/2OOYJg9qmdk/s1600-h/DSC_0002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236782218852365554" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/SKzJrrDG9PI/AAAAAAAAAFI/2OOYJg9qmdk/s320/DSC_0002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I still can't believe that Andre has started school already.  It seems like yesterday he just got out.  Now he is headed into the 4th grade at Carolina Springs Elementary.  Andre was a little scared and excited to go back to school.  He is nervous about his teacher and the homework he will have.  He has a male teacher who is known for not putting up with any bad behavior and giving out a lot of homework.  I pray that the homework won't be as bad as we are thinking it is going to be.  I sit here and I am amazed how he has changed over the years.  It brings tears to think he is 9, he isn't my little baby boy any more and believe me he lets me know that.  But like I told him he will always be my baby no matter how old or how tall he gets. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/SKzJr-T_8HI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/VnPrcENxM2c/s1600-h/DSC_0003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236782224023482482" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/SKzJr-T_8HI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/VnPrcENxM2c/s320/DSC_0003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I guess this is his scared look.  LoL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/SKzJr2x6psI/AAAAAAAAAFY/2oh8duTlDMs/s1600-h/DSC_0006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236782222001481410" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/SKzJr2x6psI/AAAAAAAAAFY/2oh8duTlDMs/s320/DSC_0006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Andre has taken it upon himself to shop for himself now.  Which was fine with me.  Last year he was into the camouflage, greens, browns and blacks but this year more preppy look.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4214771257032871995-5470258836289310042?l=denslingerfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denslingerfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5470258836289310042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4214771257032871995&amp;postID=5470258836289310042' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4214771257032871995/posts/default/5470258836289310042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4214771257032871995/posts/default/5470258836289310042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denslingerfamily.blogspot.com/2008/08/first-day-of-school-8-20-08.html' title='First Day of School 8-20-08'/><author><name>Billie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10120690111770204336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/Si_yWtev5dI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/_aCbTvt45P8/S220/DSC_0313.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/SKzJrrDG9PI/AAAAAAAAAFI/2OOYJg9qmdk/s72-c/DSC_0002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4214771257032871995.post-8228805024938606923</id><published>2008-08-20T09:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T09:52:08.782-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/SKxK-2-h7II/AAAAAAAAAFA/ZHhUkliJ_I8/s1600-h/100_7508.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236642910495173762" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/SKxK-2-h7II/AAAAAAAAAFA/ZHhUkliJ_I8/s320/100_7508.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Andre and Hailee on the couch.  Boy does she like it on the couch.  I was told she was only in a cage so I think she is in heaven now.  She is a princess and you should hear her when she is outside it sounds like a kid screaming when she wants in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/SKxDXSHkvFI/AAAAAAAAAEw/g2zebm0Gjmk/s1600-h/100_7506.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236634534004702290" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/SKxDXSHkvFI/AAAAAAAAAEw/g2zebm0Gjmk/s320/100_7506.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Look who is jealous, Honey, she fit her big old bottom in Hailee's little bed. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/4214771257032871995-8228805024938606923?l=denslingerfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denslingerfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8228805024938606923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4214771257032871995&amp;postID=8228805024938606923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4214771257032871995/posts/default/8228805024938606923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4214771257032871995/posts/default/8228805024938606923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denslingerfamily.blogspot.com/2008/08/andre-and-hailee-on-couch.html' title=''/><author><name>Billie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10120690111770204336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/Si_yWtev5dI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/_aCbTvt45P8/S220/DSC_0313.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/SKxK-2-h7II/AAAAAAAAAFA/ZHhUkliJ_I8/s72-c/100_7508.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4214771257032871995.post-8727528336436543277</id><published>2008-08-20T08:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T09:10:49.380-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The kids surprise</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/SKw_eUpR69I/AAAAAAAAAEI/JkCvGKW5LEw/s1600-h/100_7489.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236630256895519698" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/SKw_eUpR69I/AAAAAAAAAEI/JkCvGKW5LEw/s320/100_7489.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/SKw_eqQ8o-I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/j9MVlAzYZMo/s1600-h/100_7490.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236630262699041762" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/SKw_eqQ8o-I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/j9MVlAzYZMo/s320/100_7490.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I just told the kids we were getting another dog.  We were blessed to get a maltese named Hailee.  The kids had been after us to get another small dog.  The look on their sweet little faces make it all worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/SKw_fFYdjNI/AAAAAAAAAEY/G5QbPnLLyns/s1600-h/100_7493.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236630269978315986" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/SKw_fFYdjNI/AAAAAAAAAEY/G5QbPnLLyns/s320/100_7493.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is our newest member of the family, Hailee.  This was taken in the car right after we got her.  She had traveled all the way from Flordia so she wasn't too sure what was going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/SKw_fdjU8vI/AAAAAAAAAEg/fMDrFVlflHk/s1600-h/100_7500.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236630276466340594" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/SKw_fdjU8vI/AAAAAAAAAEg/fMDrFVlflHk/s320/100_7500.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/SKw_fgV6vII/AAAAAAAAAEo/z_Wv8I2wX3o/s1600-h/100_7502.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236630277215403138" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/SKw_fgV6vII/AAAAAAAAAEo/z_Wv8I2wX3o/s320/100_7502.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hailee at home in her new bed.  I hate to say it she is spoiled and doesn't seem to use it too much now.  Someone is always holding her or putting her on the couch.  Hailee has become Andre's dog, she loves him and sleeps with him.  He is tickled to death that he finally has a dog who wants to be with him all the time.  Until the other night I was in bed and he brought her in our bed and said I don't feel like sleeping with her tonight.  lol  So needless to say she slept with us and so did our other dog who is much bigger, Honey, cause she is jealous.  lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4214771257032871995-8727528336436543277?l=denslingerfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denslingerfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8727528336436543277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4214771257032871995&amp;postID=8727528336436543277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4214771257032871995/posts/default/8727528336436543277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4214771257032871995/posts/default/8727528336436543277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denslingerfamily.blogspot.com/2008/08/kids-surprise.html' title='The kids surprise'/><author><name>Billie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10120690111770204336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/Si_yWtev5dI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/_aCbTvt45P8/S220/DSC_0313.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/SKw_eUpR69I/AAAAAAAAAEI/JkCvGKW5LEw/s72-c/100_7489.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4214771257032871995.post-8603533188658545798</id><published>2008-08-10T14:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T14:41:54.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tara praying</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/SJ9gKn_G7mI/AAAAAAAAADY/EL-exON4hNE/s1600-h/DSC_0020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233007027676442210" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/SJ9gKn_G7mI/AAAAAAAAADY/EL-exON4hNE/s320/DSC_0020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tara praying, how sweet it is to see my sweet little praying with all her heart.  It brings tears of joy to see this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/SJ9gK0rGt8I/AAAAAAAAADg/-SkbQP86M8s/s1600-h/DSC_0023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233007031082203074" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/SJ9gK0rGt8I/AAAAAAAAADg/-SkbQP86M8s/s320/DSC_0023.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/4214771257032871995-8603533188658545798?l=denslingerfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denslingerfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8603533188658545798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4214771257032871995&amp;postID=8603533188658545798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4214771257032871995.post-6995267931155084380</id><published>2008-08-10T14:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T14:34:19.204-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-44cff00c4f962b18" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/Si_yWtev5dI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/_aCbTvt45P8/S220/DSC_0313.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4214771257032871995.post-2094556522053375924</id><published>2008-08-10T14:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T14:20:52.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Last night of VBS</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-3aac6e289171ab16" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" 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bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v22.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D3aac6e289171ab16%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330073984%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D525C4B5C600ACB270D9D850E49FDDC746EC4B018.2FFE7D78F77B79B8DE0CD67865237A91611704FA%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D3aac6e289171ab16%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DAU8dUq1cUHyt5i-XT840XBNUlaY&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;Tara singing at VBS&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4214771257032871995-2094556522053375924?l=denslingerfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=3aac6e289171ab16&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/SJ9TS7633UI/AAAAAAAAAC4/XmcppBweN2k/s320/DSC_0005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/SJ9TTGvaLNI/AAAAAAAAADA/T2RZr81Is_M/s1600-h/DSC_0012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232992879719886034" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/SJ9TTGvaLNI/AAAAAAAAADA/T2RZr81Is_M/s320/DSC_0012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/SJ9TTcNGezI/AAAAAAAAADI/CzXVVoeKJjw/s1600-h/DSC_0014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232992885481569074" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/SJ9TTcNGezI/AAAAAAAAADI/CzXVVoeKJjw/s320/DSC_0014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/SJ9TT2GhebI/AAAAAAAAADQ/mbdNuxfjXQc/s1600-h/DSC_0015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232992892433299890" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/SJ9TT2GhebI/AAAAAAAAADQ/mbdNuxfjXQc/s320/DSC_0015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This week the kids had VBS at our church.  Not only was it a blessing for the kids but Gerry and I was able to spend some much needed time together too.  We were actually able to go out to eat without hearing mom, mom,mom or I don't like it here can we go to McDonalds?  I really don't like going to those places but only do it for the kids lol.  But just to let everyone know we DID NOT go to any McDonalds or Burger King thank God.  The kids had a lot of fun at VBS and came home very tire.  These pictures are from thier last night at VBS, they sang all the songs they learned.  As you will see Tara totally enjoyed singing but Andre didn't.  So needless to say he just stood there.  But the good news is Andre wasn't the only one not singing.  Afterwards the church had hot dogs and cake and sat off fireworks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4214771257032871995-2964120359289776156?l=denslingerfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denslingerfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2964120359289776156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4214771257032871995&amp;postID=2964120359289776156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4214771257032871995/posts/default/2964120359289776156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4214771257032871995/posts/default/2964120359289776156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denslingerfamily.blogspot.com/2008/08/last-night-of-vbs.html' title='Last night of VBS'/><author><name>Billie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10120690111770204336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/Si_yWtev5dI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/_aCbTvt45P8/S220/DSC_0313.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/SJ9TSQ40XII/AAAAAAAAACw/0s5RsQMrv4k/s72-c/100_7478.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4214771257032871995.post-6498734534083764570</id><published>2008-08-05T08:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T08:54:52.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/SJh2iTahfhI/AAAAAAAAABA/4OO1fybLWoQ/s1600-h/100_7447.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231061298889981458" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/SJh2iTahfhI/AAAAAAAAABA/4OO1fybLWoQ/s320/100_7447.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/SJh2i0CyxfI/AAAAAAAAABI/Bg9YkoA4xSc/s1600-h/100_7455.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231061307648820722" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/SJh2i0CyxfI/AAAAAAAAABI/Bg9YkoA4xSc/s320/100_7455.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/SJh2jPg_KiI/AAAAAAAAABQ/HBZ0huFsrzY/s1600-h/100_7465.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231061315023219234" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/SJh2jPg_KiI/AAAAAAAAABQ/HBZ0huFsrzY/s320/100_7465.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/SJh2jZikvvI/AAAAAAAAABY/OAsGiyXDaRI/s1600-h/100_7470.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231061317714231026" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/SJh2jZikvvI/AAAAAAAAABY/OAsGiyXDaRI/s320/100_7470.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/SJh2jgftG_I/AAAAAAAAABg/Pr0mhRU56JE/s1600-h/100_7472.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231061319581244402" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/SJh2jgftG_I/AAAAAAAAABg/Pr0mhRU56JE/s320/100_7472.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Andre enjoying the water slide and running around with his friends.  Tara just got done eating an ice cream incase you can't see it on her face, lol.  Marget and Sheila sitting around trying to stay cool.  Good luck girls it won't work lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4214771257032871995-6498734534083764570?l=denslingerfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denslingerfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6498734534083764570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4214771257032871995&amp;postID=6498734534083764570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4214771257032871995/posts/default/6498734534083764570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4214771257032871995/posts/default/6498734534083764570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denslingerfamily.blogspot.com/2008/08/andre-enjoying-water-slide-and-running.html' title=''/><author><name>Billie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10120690111770204336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/Si_yWtev5dI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/_aCbTvt45P8/S220/DSC_0313.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/SJh2iTahfhI/AAAAAAAAABA/4OO1fybLWoQ/s72-c/100_7447.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4214771257032871995.post-4661278137567690504</id><published>2008-08-05T08:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T08:44:31.568-07:00</updated><title type='text'>VBS kick off Calvay Chapel</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-ea259d9a643b0aca" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v22.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dea259d9a643b0aca%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330073984%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D676CBD9413D7D212EA53CC291627554846AFD739.12CD6EC429CEAF91B27EAC2D3DCF4A2D8A274DEA%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dea259d9a643b0aca%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dv9BSesCc7KzPQDO87Gv-KsZOzK0&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v22.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dea259d9a643b0aca%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330073984%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D676CBD9413D7D212EA53CC291627554846AFD739.12CD6EC429CEAF91B27EAC2D3DCF4A2D8A274DEA%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dea259d9a643b0aca%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dv9BSesCc7KzPQDO87Gv-KsZOzK0&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;Here is Tara having fun jumping.  She enjoyed it so much but only went in it one time.  But it was sooooo hot on Sunday it really was hard to enjoy being there.   It had rained just before the kick off and it was sooooo muggy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4214771257032871995-4661278137567690504?l=denslingerfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=ea259d9a643b0aca&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denslingerfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4661278137567690504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4214771257032871995&amp;postID=4661278137567690504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4214771257032871995/posts/default/4661278137567690504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4214771257032871995/posts/default/4661278137567690504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denslingerfamily.blogspot.com/2008/08/vbs-kick-off-calvay-chapel.html' title='VBS kick off Calvay Chapel'/><author><name>Billie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10120690111770204336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/Si_yWtev5dI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/_aCbTvt45P8/S220/DSC_0313.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4214771257032871995.post-1121580034557820849</id><published>2008-08-04T13:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T13:57:16.527-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/SJdraBQsCVI/AAAAAAAAAA4/EBOVaaJEz2s/s1600-h/DSC_0066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230767586973321554" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/SJdraBQsCVI/AAAAAAAAAA4/EBOVaaJEz2s/s320/DSC_0066.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tara at Nana and Papa's house while taking care of Nana.  She looks like she is being sneaky about something.  She has to be up to something probably chasing the cat's or dog who knows with my sweet little Tara.  I love her hair, thanks to her big brother.  Andre loves to play with her hair and does really well doing it for me. &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/4214771257032871995-1121580034557820849?l=denslingerfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denslingerfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1121580034557820849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4214771257032871995&amp;postID=1121580034557820849' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4214771257032871995/posts/default/1121580034557820849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4214771257032871995/posts/default/1121580034557820849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denslingerfamily.blogspot.com/2008/08/tara-at-nana-and-papas-house-while.html' title=''/><author><name>Billie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10120690111770204336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/Si_yWtev5dI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/_aCbTvt45P8/S220/DSC_0313.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/SJdraBQsCVI/AAAAAAAAAA4/EBOVaaJEz2s/s72-c/DSC_0066.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4214771257032871995.post-1146708136237881085</id><published>2008-08-04T12:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T12:35:00.662-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Miss Tara</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/SJctuFpqeqI/AAAAAAAAAAg/YQ7wmAg00_c/s1600-h/Tara+first+picture+(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230699762028280482" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/SJctuFpqeqI/AAAAAAAAAAg/YQ7wmAg00_c/s320/Tara+first+picture+(2).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our very first picture of our little spicy girl, Tara, known in China as Luo Xin Xiang. We received her referral picture on September 3, 2005. As I sat there looking at that sweet little face I just cried and couldn't stop saying how beautiful she was. All while I was on the phone with CCAI. They are a wonderful agency and I am so glad we used them for our adoption. This sweet little girl was born on December 6, 2004 and is located in Hunan Province. We traveled to China in October.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tara Lee&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;December 6, 2004&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hunan, China&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4214771257032871995-1146708136237881085?l=denslingerfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denslingerfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1146708136237881085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4214771257032871995&amp;postID=1146708136237881085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4214771257032871995/posts/default/1146708136237881085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4214771257032871995/posts/default/1146708136237881085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denslingerfamily.blogspot.com/2008/08/little-miss-tara.html' title='Little Miss Tara'/><author><name>Billie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10120690111770204336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/Si_yWtev5dI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/_aCbTvt45P8/S220/DSC_0313.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/SJctuFpqeqI/AAAAAAAAAAg/YQ7wmAg00_c/s72-c/Tara+first+picture+(2).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4214771257032871995.post-3082331465008026285</id><published>2008-08-04T11:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T11:43:19.214-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/SJdMbeWfQXI/AAAAAAAAAAw/5KBLOSXBB6M/s1600-h/DSC_0018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230733527101686130" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/SJdMbeWfQXI/AAAAAAAAAAw/5KBLOSXBB6M/s320/DSC_0018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Andre at Lake Erie in PA.  We went to PA to help out my mom, who broke a toe and needed surgery.  I was able to get away for a little while to take the kids to the beach for a while.  He has been taking swimming lessons so he enjoyed going into the water without mom:(  He is at an age that I am finding hard to find a happy middle.  He is growing up and I want to keep him little so he tells me about it when I get a little too over bearing.  lol  I just love him and I'm growing with him too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4214771257032871995-3082331465008026285?l=denslingerfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denslingerfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3082331465008026285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4214771257032871995&amp;postID=3082331465008026285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4214771257032871995/posts/default/3082331465008026285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4214771257032871995/posts/default/3082331465008026285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denslingerfamily.blogspot.com/2008/08/andre-at-lake-erie-in-pa.html' title=''/><author><name>Billie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10120690111770204336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/Si_yWtev5dI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/_aCbTvt45P8/S220/DSC_0313.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/SJdMbeWfQXI/AAAAAAAAAAw/5KBLOSXBB6M/s72-c/DSC_0018.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4214771257032871995.post-2315699106704521712</id><published>2008-08-04T11:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T11:26:26.853-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet little Andre</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/SJdFChLZyVI/AAAAAAAAAAo/SIb--zrTMfs/s1600-h/x1+(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230725401782372690" style="WIDTH: 273px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" height="320" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/SJdFChLZyVI/AAAAAAAAAAo/SIb--zrTMfs/s320/x1+(2).jpg" width="300" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the first picture we received of Andre.  It killed me to know he was over there without us and couldn't wait to bring him home.  I loved that sweet little boy from the moment we were told about him and couldn't wait to hold him for the first time.  He was the most percious little boy I had ever seen.  This picture was taken by Suzanne, she is the person who helped find him for us.  Actually, there was a lot of people that was involved.  We are very grateful to everyone who helped us adopt him.  I don't dought for a second that God was involved from the begining.  We had a tough time but in the end God made sure Andre came home where he belonged.  Andre was born December 19, 1998 in Russia.  We traveled to Russia in December, what an experience it was.  I ended up sick, I believe from the heat on the air plane ( it was so hot I went to the restroom to cool down).  They believe keeping everyone hot.  Gerry ended up taking care of everything, exchange of money, food, paper work ect. while I was sick our first night in Russia.  Actually if it weren't for Gerry and whole lot of prayer I don't know what I would have done.  We had to go through some tough process to get Andre and we ended staying in Russia a lot longer than expected, three weeks.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4214771257032871995-2315699106704521712?l=denslingerfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denslingerfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2315699106704521712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4214771257032871995&amp;postID=2315699106704521712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4214771257032871995/posts/default/2315699106704521712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4214771257032871995/posts/default/2315699106704521712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denslingerfamily.blogspot.com/2008/08/sweet-little-andre.html' title='Sweet little Andre'/><author><name>Billie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10120690111770204336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/Si_yWtev5dI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/_aCbTvt45P8/S220/DSC_0313.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/SJdFChLZyVI/AAAAAAAAAAo/SIb--zrTMfs/s72-c/x1+(2).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4214771257032871995.post-3880680456567613397</id><published>2008-07-31T08:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T08:44:13.597-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yeah!!! I have the most wonderful and amazing neighbor! First she invited us over this morning for the best homemade pancakes.....some even had Blueberries in them! WOW! And then she set up my BLOG!!!! What a PAL!&lt;br /&gt;So now I have no excuse for not keeping everyone upperdated (ask Billie about the spelling) with all the happenings here in the Denslinger Family!&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Mari Your the best!&lt;br /&gt;By the way written by:&lt;br /&gt;Mari!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4214771257032871995-3880680456567613397?l=denslingerfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denslingerfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3880680456567613397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4214771257032871995&amp;postID=3880680456567613397' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4214771257032871995/posts/default/3880680456567613397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4214771257032871995/posts/default/3880680456567613397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denslingerfamily.blogspot.com/2008/07/yeah-i-have-most-wonderful-and-amazing.html' title=''/><author><name>Billie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10120690111770204336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eEy_KjAi2_E/Si_yWtev5dI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/_aCbTvt45P8/S220/DSC_0313.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
