<?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-5427261435130234590</id><updated>2012-02-16T02:27:27.865-06:00</updated><category term='Sabryn'/><category term='Gracie'/><category term='Jareth'/><category term='Landen'/><category term='Aleena'/><title type='text'>Rejoicing in hope...Romans 12:12</title><subtitle type='html'>Hope:  the expectation of good things.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobandshar.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427261435130234590/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobandshar.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427261435130234590/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Sharlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17451591309820266130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>233</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5427261435130234590.post-340915527079511026</id><published>2011-04-27T22:33:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T22:35:37.928-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Recommended Read</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.likeawarmcupofcoffee.com/home/2011/04/free-copy-of-31-days-to-clean/"&gt;http://www.likeawarmcupofcoffee.com/home/2011/04/free-copy-of-31-days-to-clean/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait to read this book!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5427261435130234590-340915527079511026?l=bobandshar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobandshar.blogspot.com/feeds/340915527079511026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5427261435130234590&amp;postID=340915527079511026&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427261435130234590/posts/default/340915527079511026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427261435130234590/posts/default/340915527079511026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobandshar.blogspot.com/2011/04/recommended-read.html' title='Recommended Read'/><author><name>Sharlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17451591309820266130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5427261435130234590.post-851566673548376700</id><published>2011-04-01T09:21:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-01T09:37:48.890-05:00</updated><title type='text'>April Fool's Day and Spring, Random Thoughts</title><content type='html'>I think nature is playing the biggest April Fool's joke of all--it's SPRING, no it's not....it's SPRING...not yet...ok, ready for a little sunshine now! :-) In other news: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;my 7 year old neice, Gracie, wants to take up yoga. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Looking forward to revival service tonight with one of my college professors, Rev Mark Cravens. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Just finished Week 5 Day 2 of the Couch to 5k plan. Should be day 3 but had to repeat one day. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Daisy is suddenly certain that the boogie man resides in our bedroom ceiling fan. She cowers on the floor and barks at the ceiling. Nothing will dissuade her. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;A group from my alma mater Independence Bible School will be at church Sunday. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm not a big fan of lace but I LOVE eyelet. Glad that it's spring (by the calendar, anyway) so I can wear my new eyelet skirt. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Thankful for an abundance of blessings. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Oh, and thanks to living with Mr. Bob for the past 13+ years, I am pretty well immune to April Fool's jokes--those who know him will understand. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Happy Spring to all ya'll!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5427261435130234590-851566673548376700?l=bobandshar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobandshar.blogspot.com/feeds/851566673548376700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5427261435130234590&amp;postID=851566673548376700&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427261435130234590/posts/default/851566673548376700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427261435130234590/posts/default/851566673548376700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobandshar.blogspot.com/2011/04/april-fools-day-and-spring-random.html' title='April Fool&apos;s Day and Spring, Random Thoughts'/><author><name>Sharlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17451591309820266130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5427261435130234590.post-1246413689922605593</id><published>2011-03-27T22:58:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-27T23:23:58.214-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Rx for Church Problems</title><content type='html'>Ambitious title, huh?  Sounds bold, but I believe I have found the real cure for church problems. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recently started focusing on memorizing some scripture.  I was drawn to Romans 12.  I have always loved that chapter, even my blog name is taken from Romans 12. I've memorized bits and pieces of it through the years.  Now I wanted to be able to quote the entire chapter as a unit. As I have pondered and meditated on it.  I have come to realize that it has shaped my life in many ways.  In fact, I think it sets guidelines for our conduct in the marketplace, at home and in the church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....focus on your own gift and appreciate the gifts of others.&lt;br /&gt;....let love be without dissimulation (deception/ ulterior motives).&lt;br /&gt;...not slothful (lazy, haphazard) in business.&lt;br /&gt;...given to hospitality (entertaining vs. hospitality:  entertaining focuses on the hostess and everything being just right.  Hospitality can even be done in a messy house--is focused on the guest and their needs and comfort.)&lt;br /&gt;...bless them that persecute you.&lt;br /&gt;...weep with them that weep.&lt;br /&gt;...rejoice with them that rejoice.&lt;br /&gt;...be not wise in your own conceits. (hmmm.....)&lt;br /&gt;...provide things honest in the sight of all men.&lt;br /&gt;...as much as possible, live peaceably with all men.&lt;br /&gt;...overcome evil with good.&lt;br /&gt;...in honor preferring one another.&lt;br /&gt;...instant in prayer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If every member of every church tried diligently to live by these guidelines, I think church problems would be obsolete.  What say you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5427261435130234590-1246413689922605593?l=bobandshar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobandshar.blogspot.com/feeds/1246413689922605593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5427261435130234590&amp;postID=1246413689922605593&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427261435130234590/posts/default/1246413689922605593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427261435130234590/posts/default/1246413689922605593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobandshar.blogspot.com/2011/03/rx-for-church-problems.html' title='Rx for Church Problems'/><author><name>Sharlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17451591309820266130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5427261435130234590.post-5512508962304081292</id><published>2010-10-14T23:23:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T23:23:49.168-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Untitled</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class='posterous_autopost'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Trapped&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Alone. Darkness. Cold hard stone surrounds me. Darkness, the absolute darkness. &amp;nbsp;Trapped. No way out. Scared. Hopeless. &amp;nbsp;No solution. Voices. Voices taunting-you&amp;rsquo;ll never make it out. No one cares. Give up. No hope. Strength is gone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt; Tapping. Tapping. Tapping. &amp;nbsp;Louder, louder. Desperate spirit, clouded mind. &amp;nbsp;Struggle. To understand, to see, to hear. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Silver cord, tiny beam. Pierces darkness. &amp;nbsp;Reaching. Unable to move. Paralyzed by choices. Choice. My own. My forefathers. Longing. Desperate. Desperate for hope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;New voice. Kind. Gentle. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Filthy pit. Meager rations. Darkness. Desperation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;God. Encapsulated. Human Flesh. Strong arms. Lifting. &amp;nbsp;Impassable bridged. &amp;nbsp;Pure love. Holiness. Light. Sweet light. Peace. Wholeness. Forgiveness. Hope. Mercy. Abundance. Rest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: italic; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&amp;ldquo;When I could not come to where He was, He came to me.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5427261435130234590-5512508962304081292?l=bobandshar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobandshar.blogspot.com/feeds/5512508962304081292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5427261435130234590&amp;postID=5512508962304081292&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427261435130234590/posts/default/5512508962304081292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427261435130234590/posts/default/5512508962304081292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobandshar.blogspot.com/2010/10/untitled.html' title='Untitled'/><author><name>Sharlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17451591309820266130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5427261435130234590.post-4867577611821447242</id><published>2010-09-26T04:08:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-26T04:11:00.528-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Revitalization</title><content type='html'>revitalize:  To impart new life or vigor to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blog revitalization in progress. Stay tuned!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5427261435130234590-4867577611821447242?l=bobandshar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobandshar.blogspot.com/feeds/4867577611821447242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5427261435130234590&amp;postID=4867577611821447242&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427261435130234590/posts/default/4867577611821447242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427261435130234590/posts/default/4867577611821447242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobandshar.blogspot.com/2010/09/revitalization.html' title='Revitalization'/><author><name>Sharlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17451591309820266130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5427261435130234590.post-8429513890931537564</id><published>2010-09-26T03:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-26T03:57:00.056-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dad</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://goo.gl/photos/gGbm" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/__YKyLlhz4bM/SGSosDHha6E/AAAAAAAAEVY/tNhBkfs80fs/s160-c/Dad.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5427261435130234590-8429513890931537564?l=bobandshar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobandshar.blogspot.com/feeds/8429513890931537564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5427261435130234590&amp;postID=8429513890931537564&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427261435130234590/posts/default/8429513890931537564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427261435130234590/posts/default/8429513890931537564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobandshar.blogspot.com/2010/09/dad.html' title='Dad'/><author><name>Sharlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17451591309820266130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/__YKyLlhz4bM/SGSosDHha6E/AAAAAAAAEVY/tNhBkfs80fs/s72-c/Dad.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5427261435130234590.post-8819783279558527525</id><published>2009-11-21T01:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T01:07:48.713-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving ABC's</title><content type='html'>A~Abba Father who is with me always, loves me unconditionally, and patiently molds me into His image.&lt;br /&gt;B~Brothers and sisters making the effort to stay connected; giving and taking to make it work. C~Crazy about my honey.&lt;br /&gt;D~Doughnut shop which I usually manage to avoid...except every other Saturday...&lt;br /&gt;E~Evenings spent with friends and family, laughing and playing games.&lt;br /&gt;F~Fruit, juicy and sweet. Especially strawberries....yummmmm...&lt;br /&gt;G~Goals marking an accomplishment...hope to reach it soon.&lt;br /&gt;H~Hope. Definition: the expectation of good things.&lt;br /&gt;I~Icicles dangling from the eaves, twinkling in the sunshine.&lt;br /&gt;J~Jokes told by my neices and nephews.&lt;br /&gt;K~Kindness shown by friends or strangers.&lt;br /&gt;L~Lingering over a spinach-artichoke souffle at Panera bread, savoring a visit with a friend. M~Music which expresses better than words at times.&lt;br /&gt;N~Napkins which I like to always have in reach at mealtime.&lt;br /&gt;O~Oven, stainless steel, double-oven. An unexpected blessing after starting our Total Money Makeover.&lt;br /&gt;P~Photos that preserve special moments with special people.&lt;br /&gt;Q~Quilts mulit-colored, hand-sewn by caring hands.&lt;br /&gt;R~Reading which opens new worlds for young and old alike. Forges bonds between the same. S~Shopping for Christmas presents all year long. Finding just the right thing for each person on my list.&lt;br /&gt;T~Talking with a friend, sharing burdens, jokes, experiences. Finding you are both strengthened for the journey.&lt;br /&gt;U~Unicycles which fascinate me, but have no plans to ride!&lt;br /&gt;V~Value. Learning what really matters in life.&lt;br /&gt;W~Water delicious and nutritious to drink. Swimming, tubing, fishing, boating-relaxing recreation.&lt;br /&gt;X~eXamples. Consistent, faithful lives seen lived in front of me. Through good times and bad. Y~Youth camp. Which helped form my belief system, build my foundation, establish friendships. Z~Zoo displaying God's great imagination and creativity.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5427261435130234590-8819783279558527525?l=bobandshar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobandshar.blogspot.com/feeds/8819783279558527525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5427261435130234590&amp;postID=8819783279558527525&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427261435130234590/posts/default/8819783279558527525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427261435130234590/posts/default/8819783279558527525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobandshar.blogspot.com/2009/11/thanksgiving-abcs.html' title='Thanksgiving ABC&apos;s'/><author><name>Sharlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17451591309820266130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5427261435130234590.post-5776994071471291589</id><published>2009-11-16T03:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T03:32:09.785-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Random thoughts...</title><content type='html'>1) Wingrove Taylor's advice that fits any situation:  Humble yourself.  (It's so counter-culture ,isn't it?)&lt;br /&gt;2) I am a strange breed, but I LOVE all different kinds of weather--fog, rain, snow, ice, sunshine.  I enjoy all of them.  Especially if I don't have to scrape my windshield and if Bob will drive me to work when the roads are bad.&lt;br /&gt;3) I have an insane habit of accidentally going in the men's restroom instead of the women's.  Happened again this weekend. EM-barassing!!!!&lt;br /&gt;4) 32 years ago I had a gash over my left eye and had to have stitches-left an annoying scar. &lt;br /&gt;5) Saturday Bob and I were playing catch with some  foam weight things.  The metal end hit me.  Gash over the left eye again, exact same place.  Thankfully Victoria's a nurse and was able to clean and bandage it for me.  I look kind of funny with two pieces of white tape over my eyebrow!&lt;br /&gt;6) Thankful for friends who challenge, share, encourage.  Friends you can laugh and cry with. "As iron sharpens iron..."  Psalm 27:17&lt;br /&gt;7) Black Friday shopping starts at midnight in Branson.  The shopping centers will send shuttles to pick you up at your hotel!  No thanks.  I would rather be with my family.&lt;br /&gt;8) STILL haven't heard from the dialysis job.  It's still not closed in the computer.  They are not returning my calls about it.   I should hear either way.  I am praying hard that I will be able to get off the weekend rotation and to be off night shift.  But God's will be done--nights or days I will choose to be content.&lt;br /&gt;9) Christmas shopping is about 70% done and pretty much on budget!  Woohoo!!!&lt;br /&gt;10) Really must get on a stricter diet.  I have been trying to be careful but it's obviously not been enough.  Another reason I think day shift would be better.&lt;br /&gt;11) Can't even think of too much to put on my Christmas wish list.&lt;br /&gt;12) Hoping we get the Suburban back this week--but it will probably be next week.  It's costing the insurance company more to fix it than what we paid for it!&lt;br /&gt;13) I doubt anyone will even read or care about this mindless drivel--my Momma!  *waving* Hi, Mom!!!!&lt;br /&gt;14) I will copy this to my blog.  Some of my blog readers don't do facebook.  I am thinking of starting a new blog because my current one won't let me add more photos--not sure why.&lt;br /&gt;15) It was good to get away for the weekend.  Jesus said, "Come apart and rest."  He could have said, "Come apart and rest, before you come a part."  We planned this weekend away a couple months ago.  God must have known then how much stress we would have had this past week and made advance reservations just for us to regroup.&lt;br /&gt;16) Thankful for our church family.&lt;br /&gt;17) Blessed far beyond what I deserve.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5427261435130234590-5776994071471291589?l=bobandshar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobandshar.blogspot.com/feeds/5776994071471291589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5427261435130234590&amp;postID=5776994071471291589&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427261435130234590/posts/default/5776994071471291589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427261435130234590/posts/default/5776994071471291589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobandshar.blogspot.com/2009/11/random-thoughts.html' title='Random thoughts...'/><author><name>Sharlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17451591309820266130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5427261435130234590.post-2441652257461116224</id><published>2009-10-26T00:58:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T01:02:24.212-05:00</updated><title type='text'>While I was surfing the internet...</title><content type='html'>...I found these links worth sharing.  (Ever notice that I just love to do the little "..." thing?  Hey, it's my blog, right? :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onmousedown="'UntrustedLink.bootstrap($(this)," href="http://www.drurywriting.com/keith/sins.of.old.age.htm" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;http://www.drurywriting.com/keith/sins.of.old.age.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Old age isn't for sissies.  Very interesting and beneficial reading for anyone who loves or works with older people. At the bottom of the page is a link for comments, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Also found this link that is full of interesting information and clean videos, etc.  It's like Netflicks. &lt;a href="http://www.christiancinema.com/"&gt;www.christiancinema.com&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5427261435130234590-2441652257461116224?l=bobandshar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobandshar.blogspot.com/feeds/2441652257461116224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5427261435130234590&amp;postID=2441652257461116224&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427261435130234590/posts/default/2441652257461116224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427261435130234590/posts/default/2441652257461116224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobandshar.blogspot.com/2009/10/while-i-was-surfing-internet.html' title='While I was surfing the internet...'/><author><name>Sharlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17451591309820266130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5427261435130234590.post-4811247247817236903</id><published>2009-10-21T03:02:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T03:09:47.336-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Perplexed</title><content type='html'>about pictures, Picasa, per cent of storage, programs, preferences....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't load any more pictures to my blog right now.  Guess I will have to investigate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was hoping to post a picture of our new (to us) vehicle-a 1997 Suburban.   Guess it will have to wait.  I do want to say just how thankful we are for this blessing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5427261435130234590-4811247247817236903?l=bobandshar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobandshar.blogspot.com/feeds/4811247247817236903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5427261435130234590&amp;postID=4811247247817236903&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427261435130234590/posts/default/4811247247817236903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427261435130234590/posts/default/4811247247817236903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobandshar.blogspot.com/2009/10/perplexed.html' title='Perplexed'/><author><name>Sharlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17451591309820266130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5427261435130234590.post-8382330364544036847</id><published>2009-10-15T00:26:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T00:26:57.549-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Love this quote</title><content type='html'>From "One Night With the King" the story of Queen Esther- "Perhaps, instead of asking questions of our trials, our trials are meant to ask questions of ourselves. " &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5427261435130234590-8382330364544036847?l=bobandshar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobandshar.blogspot.com/feeds/8382330364544036847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5427261435130234590&amp;postID=8382330364544036847&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427261435130234590/posts/default/8382330364544036847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427261435130234590/posts/default/8382330364544036847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobandshar.blogspot.com/2009/10/love-this-quote.html' title='Love this quote'/><author><name>Sharlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17451591309820266130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5427261435130234590.post-514995834073276783</id><published>2009-09-30T23:33:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T23:39:23.503-05:00</updated><title type='text'>13 Ways to show you appreciate your pastor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__YKyLlhz4bM/SsQyVNccI-I/AAAAAAAAJn8/ChJY8PtNqMM/s1600-h/Jason+Leah+Bob+Shar.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387486394209543138" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__YKyLlhz4bM/SsQyVNccI-I/AAAAAAAAJn8/ChJY8PtNqMM/s320/Jason+Leah+Bob+Shar.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;October is Pastor Appreciation Month. So I want to take a minute and say how thankful I am for the remarkable pastors I know. Pastors take on a lot of responsibility--and I'm not talking about cleaning the fellowship hall or plunging toilets. I am talking about the real work pastors are called to do--to teach us of God and how we are to live and to warn us of danger.&lt;br /&gt;So, let's encourage our pastors and their families. Here are a few ways to start:&lt;br /&gt;1. Say it! Thanks and we love you!&lt;br /&gt;2. Refuse to gossip to or about them.&lt;br /&gt;3. Assume they mean well. Put things in the best possible context.&lt;br /&gt;4. Tell them something specific you learned from the sermon.&lt;br /&gt;5. Pray for them.&lt;br /&gt;6. Realize that they are human, not angelic beings. They may say or do things that they instantly regret. Unfortunately, we tend to judge them more harshly than we would others.&lt;br /&gt;7. If you have disagreements with them, handle them in a biblical manner. Go directly to them. If it isn't resolved, go through the proper channels until it is resolved.&lt;br /&gt;8. Don't destroy the positive influence they may have on your children. A few careless words can set a child's opinion forever.&lt;br /&gt;9. Whenever possible, agree to do a task when asked. It is frustrating to try to fill positions.&lt;br /&gt;10. Pay attention in service--you can balance your checkbook or clip your nails later.&lt;br /&gt;11. Don't hold the pastor's kids to a higher standard than you do your own.&lt;br /&gt;12. Put yourself in their shoes. Treat the pastor and his family as you would want to be treated.&lt;br /&gt;13. Show up at church prepared to worship!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Jason and Leah,&lt;br /&gt;Charles and Leora,&lt;br /&gt;Darrell and Lizzy,&lt;br /&gt;Chad and Aimee,&lt;br /&gt;Joe and Martha,&lt;br /&gt;Uncle Jerry and Aunt Becky,&lt;br /&gt;Uncle Albert and Aunt Della,&lt;br /&gt;Joe and Susan,&lt;br /&gt;Rick and Margaret,&lt;br /&gt;and so many more....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank your for your love and sacrifice and for diligently giving of yourselves on our behalf. May you be blessed abundantly beyond anything you can ask or think! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5427261435130234590-514995834073276783?l=bobandshar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobandshar.blogspot.com/feeds/514995834073276783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5427261435130234590&amp;postID=514995834073276783&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427261435130234590/posts/default/514995834073276783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427261435130234590/posts/default/514995834073276783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobandshar.blogspot.com/2009/09/13-ways-to-show-you-appreciate-your.html' title='13 Ways to show you appreciate your pastor'/><author><name>Sharlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17451591309820266130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__YKyLlhz4bM/SsQyVNccI-I/AAAAAAAAJn8/ChJY8PtNqMM/s72-c/Jason+Leah+Bob+Shar.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5427261435130234590.post-179102754200550792</id><published>2009-08-16T17:14:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T17:48:42.248-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Kind words and a gentle spirit...</title><content type='html'>Kind words and a gentle spirit are two key ingredients of true beauty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__YKyLlhz4bM/SoiKO28SFZI/AAAAAAAAJnc/XAGSjLpGE14/s1600-h/Sis+Frankie+dave+Vashti+Goins+Madi.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370694543510476178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 179px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__YKyLlhz4bM/SoiKO28SFZI/AAAAAAAAJnc/XAGSjLpGE14/s320/Sis+Frankie+dave+Vashti+Goins+Madi.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sis Frankie Goins is a picture of this. She is positive, humble, pleasant and always happy to see you. Who wouldn't like someoone like that?  She is loved and respected by young children as well as adults.  She has a way of seeing the best in people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is a good listener, can be trusted with secrets, and gives wise counsel and encouragement.  She was my pastor's wife when Bob and I first got married.  Once when I was going through a very tough spot, I talked to Sis Frankie.  She became my accountability partner.   I have confidence in her prayers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Unfortunately, Sis Frankie fell and broke her hip the other day. Hope and pray that she is doing ok and that the pain isn't too bad.  We love you, Sis Frankie!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In other news, I just discovered that my cousin Luke and his wife Sam have a blog: &lt;a href="http://schaperpersuasion.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://schaperpersuasion.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt; . Luke is Steve's son for all of you who are trying to remember our family tree! Drop by and say hello. I know, I know...it's been around for a while I just didn't know about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5427261435130234590-179102754200550792?l=bobandshar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobandshar.blogspot.com/feeds/179102754200550792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5427261435130234590&amp;postID=179102754200550792&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427261435130234590/posts/default/179102754200550792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427261435130234590/posts/default/179102754200550792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobandshar.blogspot.com/2009/08/kind-words-and-gentle-spirit.html' title='Kind words and a gentle spirit...'/><author><name>Sharlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17451591309820266130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__YKyLlhz4bM/SoiKO28SFZI/AAAAAAAAJnc/XAGSjLpGE14/s72-c/Sis+Frankie+dave+Vashti+Goins+Madi.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5427261435130234590.post-8842644037302147400</id><published>2009-07-19T00:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T00:03:06.455-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What are you holding on to?  (One of my favorite stories.)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:-1;"&gt; &lt;b&gt;The Pearl Necklace&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:-1;"&gt;The cheerful girl with bouncy golden curls was almost five.  Waiting with her mother at the checkout stand, she saw them: a circle of glistening white pearls in a pink foil box. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Oh please,  Mommy. Can I have them?  Please, Mommy, please!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:-1;"&gt;   Quickly the mother checked the back of the little foil box and then looked back into the pleading blue eyes of her little girl's upturned face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:-1;"&gt;     "A dollar ninety-five.  That's almost $2.00.  If you really want them, I'll think of some extra chores for you and in no time you can save enough money to buy them for yourself.  Your birthday's  only a week away and you might get another crisp dollar bill from Grandma."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:-1;"&gt;     As soon as Jenny got home, she emptied her penny bank and counted out 17 pennies. After dinner, she did more than her share of chores and she went to the neighbor and asked Mrs. McJames if she could pick dandelions for ten cents.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:-1;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:-1;"&gt;  On her birthday, Grandma did give her another new dollar bill and at last she had enough money to buy the necklace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:-1;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:-1;"&gt;  Jenny loved her pearls.  They made her feel dressed up and grown up.  She wore them everywhere--Sunday school, kindergarten, even to bed.  The only time she took them off was when she went swimming or had a bubble bath.  Mother said if they got wet, they might turn her neck green.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:-1;"&gt;     Jenny had a very loving daddy and every night when she was ready for bed, he would stop whatever he was doing and come upstairs to read her a story.  One night when he finished the story, he asked Jenny, "Do you love me?"   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:-1;"&gt;  "Oh yes, Daddy.  You know that I love you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:-1;"&gt;     "Then give me your pearls."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:-1;"&gt;     "Oh, Daddy, not my pearls.  But you can have Princess--the white horse from my collection. The one with the pink tail.  Remember, Daddy?  The one you gave me. She's my favorite."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:-1;"&gt;     "That's okay, Honey.  Daddy loves you.  Good night."  And he brushed her cheek with a kiss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:-1;"&gt;     About a week later, after the story time, Jenny's daddy asked again, "Do you love me?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:-1;"&gt;     "Daddy, you know I love you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:-1;"&gt;     "Then give me your pearls."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:-1;"&gt;     "Oh Daddy, not my pearls.   But you can have my babydoll.  The brand new one I got for my birthday.  She is so beautiful and you can have the yellow blanket that matches her sleeper."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:-1;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:-1;"&gt;  "That's okay.  Sleep well.  God bless you, little one.  Daddy loves you." And as always, he brushed her cheek with a gentle kiss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:-1;"&gt;     A few nights later when her daddy came in, Jenny was sitting on her bed with her legs crossed Indian-style.  As he came close, he noticed her chin was trembling and one silent tear rolled down her cheek.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:-1;"&gt;     "What is it, Jenny? What's the matter?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:-1;"&gt;     Jenny didn't say anything but lifted her little hand up to her daddy.  And when she opened it, there was her little pearl necklace.  With a little quiver,she finally said, "Here, Daddy.  It's for you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:-1;"&gt;     With tears gathering in his own eyes, Jenny's kind daddy reached out with one hand to take the dime-store necklace, and with the other hand he reached into his pocket and pulled out a blue velvet case with a strand of genuine pearls and gave them to Jenny. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; He had them all the time.  He was just waiting for her to give up the dime-store stuff so he could give her genuine treasure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:-1;"&gt;     What are you hanging on to? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:-1;"&gt;--- &lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:green;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Author Unknown &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5427261435130234590-8842644037302147400?l=bobandshar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobandshar.blogspot.com/feeds/8842644037302147400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5427261435130234590&amp;postID=8842644037302147400&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427261435130234590/posts/default/8842644037302147400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427261435130234590/posts/default/8842644037302147400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobandshar.blogspot.com/2009/07/what-are-you-holding-on-to-one-of-my.html' title='What are you holding on to?  (One of my favorite stories.)'/><author><name>Sharlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17451591309820266130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5427261435130234590.post-8523670479422955613</id><published>2009-06-19T21:41:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T21:44:23.834-05:00</updated><title type='text'>And the World's Greatest Dad Award goes to....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;MY Dad, of course!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://localhost:50764/d16f89857889ed970ffb0cbc63562415/image/3ee0848cb27d971c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://localhost:50764/d16f89857889ed970ffb0cbc63562415/image/3ee0848cb27d971c.jpg?size=400" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Happy Father's Day to one of the greatest men I know. I talk to people all the time who tell me how much Dad has helped them in various ways. He always does it quietly--and I usually find out by accident! He is one of the most generous and giving people you will ever meet. He cares deeply about others. I'm honored to call him Dad and to continue to be the recipient of that generosity. I love you, Dad!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5427261435130234590-8523670479422955613?l=bobandshar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobandshar.blogspot.com/feeds/8523670479422955613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5427261435130234590&amp;postID=8523670479422955613&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427261435130234590/posts/default/8523670479422955613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427261435130234590/posts/default/8523670479422955613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobandshar.blogspot.com/2009/06/blog-post.html' title='And the World&apos;s Greatest Dad Award goes to....'/><author><name>Sharlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17451591309820266130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5427261435130234590.post-77231895136056289</id><published>2009-05-19T14:33:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T14:41:55.160-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Why, bloomin' cactus!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bob brought this cactus home from Lowe's or somewhere.  He had fallen in love with the two little blooms it had.  Just as I predicted, they wilted the next day.  I sighed a resigned sigh--and figured we would never see a bloom again. Then yesterday it had two blooms open and then NINE today!  Aren't they gorgeous? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__YKyLlhz4bM/ShMKV0jmtWI/AAAAAAAAH98/DQ1MGFIGaC0/s1600-h/015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337621353365681506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__YKyLlhz4bM/ShMKV0jmtWI/AAAAAAAAH98/DQ1MGFIGaC0/s320/015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__YKyLlhz4bM/ShMKVs1K1EI/AAAAAAAAH90/vohWmXRJtUQ/s1600-h/014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337621351291868226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__YKyLlhz4bM/ShMKVs1K1EI/AAAAAAAAH90/vohWmXRJtUQ/s320/014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/5427261435130234590-77231895136056289?l=bobandshar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobandshar.blogspot.com/feeds/77231895136056289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5427261435130234590&amp;postID=77231895136056289&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427261435130234590/posts/default/77231895136056289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427261435130234590/posts/default/77231895136056289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobandshar.blogspot.com/2009/05/why-bloomin-cactus.html' title='Why, bloomin&apos; cactus!'/><author><name>Sharlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17451591309820266130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__YKyLlhz4bM/ShMKV0jmtWI/AAAAAAAAH98/DQ1MGFIGaC0/s72-c/015.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5427261435130234590.post-4571566457673087258</id><published>2009-05-19T14:20:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T14:25:06.075-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Landen and Sabryn's Visit</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Saby is quite proud of her latest gymnastics stunt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__YKyLlhz4bM/ShMG5ROmicI/AAAAAAAAH9s/b8C8u8MwCbU/s1600-h/012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337617564311128514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__YKyLlhz4bM/ShMG5ROmicI/AAAAAAAAH9s/b8C8u8MwCbU/s320/012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Uncle Bob and Saby are shopping for miniature horses.  They are still trying to convince Aunt Shar that it is a good idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__YKyLlhz4bM/ShMG5IyR2tI/AAAAAAAAH9k/_YNo7qUCgt8/s1600-h/013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337617562044848850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__YKyLlhz4bM/ShMG5IyR2tI/AAAAAAAAH9k/_YNo7qUCgt8/s320/013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We have been doing some landscaping so we took advantage of the "free labor!"  They both did a great job.  It's hard to believe Landen is growing up so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__YKyLlhz4bM/ShMG44GeJfI/AAAAAAAAH9c/2qeGcyVOVKc/s1600-h/011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337617557566137842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__YKyLlhz4bM/ShMG44GeJfI/AAAAAAAAH9c/2qeGcyVOVKc/s320/011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5427261435130234590-4571566457673087258?l=bobandshar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobandshar.blogspot.com/feeds/4571566457673087258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5427261435130234590&amp;postID=4571566457673087258&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427261435130234590/posts/default/4571566457673087258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427261435130234590/posts/default/4571566457673087258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobandshar.blogspot.com/2009/05/landen-and-sabryns-visit.html' title='Landen and Sabryn&apos;s Visit'/><author><name>Sharlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17451591309820266130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__YKyLlhz4bM/ShMG5ROmicI/AAAAAAAAH9s/b8C8u8MwCbU/s72-c/012.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5427261435130234590.post-8919264683608051999</id><published>2009-05-09T02:34:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T02:51:04.011-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Mother's Day, Mom!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__YKyLlhz4bM/SgUzlDQkcRI/AAAAAAAAH8c/THeh9_xLmJM/s1600-h/IMG_0421.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333726045313200402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__YKyLlhz4bM/SgUzlDQkcRI/AAAAAAAAH8c/THeh9_xLmJM/s320/IMG_0421.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mom with her four favorite kids!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; May 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A local radio station had a weekly contest for the "Hardest Working Woman in the 4-States." I wrote this essay about my mom and submitted it. I think it was about the time they discontinued it--maybe she blew the competition away...Anyway, I really do think she is the hardest working woman around--and here is why:&lt;img class="gl_size" alt="Font size" src="http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ruth is the hardest working woman I know. She gives tirelessly or her time, her knowledge, her finances and herself. Here are just a few ways:&lt;br /&gt;1) Her parents are living with her right now due to some recent major health issues. Since Ruth is a nurse, she helps with a lot of her mother's personal care and helps co-ordinate her medical care. This means getting up early to bathe and dress her mother before going to her full-time job. It also means countless phone calls back and forth with physicians's office's and keeping the rest of the family informed.&lt;br /&gt;2) She works full-time for schools from Labette County to the Missouri line. She oversees the care of children with special needs. She assesses what they need to progress, she obtains the equipment and trains the staff for it.&lt;br /&gt;3) She has a 17 year old son at home and three adult children who all live out of state. She is available to help any of them at a moment's notice. When there is a major event going on--someone is having a baby or moving or just needs some TLC, Ruth is there. Her days off are used for her family, rarely for herself.&lt;br /&gt;4) Ruth has a vast knowledge of medical resources available for everyone, but especially children. People frequently call her on her own time to ask about obtaining medical care for various conditions or illnesses. She is never too busy to share information with them.&lt;br /&gt;5) Ruth and her husband have a big house and frequently have someone in need come stay with them for a few days, weeks or even months. These people are usually going through a personal crisis and will require a lot of support emotionally, financially, and sometimes medically. Ruth never hesitates to share her beautiful home.&lt;br /&gt;6) One of Ruth's few leisure activities is shopping. Even then, she rarely buys for herself. She makes note of what others are needing and shops for fantastic bargains. She loves to find a great buy on something that just fits what someone needs. She gives just for the sheer pleasure of giving.&lt;br /&gt;How do I know all this about Ruth? Because I have seen it first hand. I am her daughter and have benefitted from her generosity many times. I am proud to call her Mom and I believe she is the hardest working woman in the Four-States!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5427261435130234590-8919264683608051999?l=bobandshar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobandshar.blogspot.com/feeds/8919264683608051999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5427261435130234590&amp;postID=8919264683608051999&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427261435130234590/posts/default/8919264683608051999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427261435130234590/posts/default/8919264683608051999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobandshar.blogspot.com/2009/05/happy-mothers-day-mom.html' title='Happy Mother&apos;s Day, Mom!'/><author><name>Sharlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17451591309820266130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__YKyLlhz4bM/SgUzlDQkcRI/AAAAAAAAH8c/THeh9_xLmJM/s72-c/IMG_0421.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5427261435130234590.post-1352906209250053697</id><published>2009-05-01T01:56:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T01:59:07.345-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ouch  Ouch OUCH!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.cbmw.org/Blog/Posts/Not-Just-Good-Housekeeping-A-Case-for-Christian-Hospitality-Part-2"&gt;http://www.cbmw.org/Blog/Posts/Not-Just-Good-Housekeeping-A-Case-for-Christian-Hospitality-Part-2&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister Liz linked to this blog.   OK, I got work to do!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5427261435130234590-1352906209250053697?l=bobandshar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.cbmw.org/Blog/Posts/Not-Just-Good-Housekeeping-A-Case-for-Christian-Hospitality-Part-2' title='Ouch  Ouch OUCH!'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobandshar.blogspot.com/feeds/1352906209250053697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5427261435130234590&amp;postID=1352906209250053697&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427261435130234590/posts/default/1352906209250053697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427261435130234590/posts/default/1352906209250053697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobandshar.blogspot.com/2009/05/ouch-ouch-ouch.html' title='Ouch  Ouch OUCH!'/><author><name>Sharlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17451591309820266130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5427261435130234590.post-6168602692244528820</id><published>2009-04-30T03:55:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T04:00:31.393-05:00</updated><title type='text'>One day soon...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__YKyLlhz4bM/SfloX5HFfbI/AAAAAAAAHvk/HgPq5u3a74A/s1600-h/morning+glories.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330406393646513586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 82px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 127px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__YKyLlhz4bM/SfloX5HFfbI/AAAAAAAAHvk/HgPq5u3a74A/s320/morning+glories.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__YKyLlhz4bM/SfloXndEkSI/AAAAAAAAHvc/bXp16W8s7_o/s1600-h/clematis.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330406388906889506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 212px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__YKyLlhz4bM/SfloXndEkSI/AAAAAAAAHvc/bXp16W8s7_o/s320/clematis.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ....hopefully some morning glories and clematis will be blooming in our yard.  Bob and I do not have green thumbs....so we will see what happens......&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/5427261435130234590-6168602692244528820?l=bobandshar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobandshar.blogspot.com/feeds/6168602692244528820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5427261435130234590&amp;postID=6168602692244528820&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427261435130234590/posts/default/6168602692244528820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427261435130234590/posts/default/6168602692244528820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobandshar.blogspot.com/2009/04/one-day-soon.html' title='One day soon...'/><author><name>Sharlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17451591309820266130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__YKyLlhz4bM/SfloX5HFfbI/AAAAAAAAHvk/HgPq5u3a74A/s72-c/morning+glories.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5427261435130234590.post-6822338075834279477</id><published>2009-04-27T01:37:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T01:43:26.276-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Let us hold fast the confession of our &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;hope&lt;/span&gt; without wavering,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;for He who promised is faithful. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;-Hebrews 10:23&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;hope: the expectation of good things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5427261435130234590-6822338075834279477?l=bobandshar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobandshar.blogspot.com/feeds/6822338075834279477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5427261435130234590&amp;postID=6822338075834279477&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427261435130234590/posts/default/6822338075834279477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427261435130234590/posts/default/6822338075834279477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobandshar.blogspot.com/2009/04/let-us-hold-fast-confession-of-our-hope.html' title=''/><author><name>Sharlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17451591309820266130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5427261435130234590.post-6990919132129191292</id><published>2009-04-26T01:59:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T02:00:07.320-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Enter to win a Sleep Number Bed!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://blissfullydomestic.com/blissful-home/win-a-sleep-number-bed-worth-1300/"&gt;http://blissfullydomestic.com/blissful-home/win-a-sleep-number-bed-worth-1300/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have a used Cal King Select Comfort and love it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5427261435130234590-6990919132129191292?l=bobandshar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobandshar.blogspot.com/feeds/6990919132129191292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5427261435130234590&amp;postID=6990919132129191292&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427261435130234590/posts/default/6990919132129191292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427261435130234590/posts/default/6990919132129191292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobandshar.blogspot.com/2009/04/enter-to-win-sleep-number-bed.html' title='Enter to win a Sleep Number Bed!!'/><author><name>Sharlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17451591309820266130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5427261435130234590.post-6773043084238891016</id><published>2009-04-26T00:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T00:21:57.189-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Family</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__YKyLlhz4bM/SfPvdFZjzYI/AAAAAAAAHvM/2-BkQRA0U6c/s1600-h/013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__YKyLlhz4bM/SfPvdFZjzYI/AAAAAAAAHvM/2-BkQRA0U6c/s400/013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a special treat to have my family visit last week.  We have seven nieces and nephews ages eight and under.  Love the fun and chaos.&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5427261435130234590-6773043084238891016?l=bobandshar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobandshar.blogspot.com/feeds/6773043084238891016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5427261435130234590&amp;postID=6773043084238891016&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427261435130234590/posts/default/6773043084238891016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427261435130234590/posts/default/6773043084238891016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobandshar.blogspot.com/2009/04/family_26.html' title='Family'/><author><name>Sharlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17451591309820266130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__YKyLlhz4bM/SfPvdFZjzYI/AAAAAAAAHvM/2-BkQRA0U6c/s72-c/013.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5427261435130234590.post-4085200592498377489</id><published>2009-04-25T23:57:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T00:59:38.632-05:00</updated><title type='text'>More Photos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__YKyLlhz4bM/SfPxrd5BYAI/AAAAAAAAHvU/flGxgrpiJ64/s1600-h/021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328868513169891330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__YKyLlhz4bM/SfPxrd5BYAI/AAAAAAAAHvU/flGxgrpiJ64/s320/021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Landen dressing up as an African prince????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__YKyLlhz4bM/SfPtH0kpffI/AAAAAAAAHu0/OPU3WblO9GM/s1600-h/015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328863502736653810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__YKyLlhz4bM/SfPtH0kpffI/AAAAAAAAHu0/OPU3WblO9GM/s320/015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The little munchkins: Gracie, Sabryn, Darrell Lee, Baby Ian, Landen, Rylan, and Heath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__YKyLlhz4bM/SfPtHl9uofI/AAAAAAAAHus/JDxw5vWAXzM/s1600-h/010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328863498815316466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__YKyLlhz4bM/SfPtHl9uofI/AAAAAAAAHus/JDxw5vWAXzM/s320/010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Darrell Lee checking out Uncle Bob's new boat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__YKyLlhz4bM/SfPtHYdAP-I/AAAAAAAAHuk/4OdD9cp7I6o/s1600-h/009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328863495188398050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__YKyLlhz4bM/SfPtHYdAP-I/AAAAAAAAHuk/4OdD9cp7I6o/s320/009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is from a few weeks ago, Rylan and Sabryn munching popcorn while watching Hogan's Heros.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__YKyLlhz4bM/SfPtHGX-TcI/AAAAAAAAHuc/YoNyrixo54Q/s1600-h/011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328863490335460802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__YKyLlhz4bM/SfPtHGX-TcI/AAAAAAAAHuc/YoNyrixo54Q/s320/011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Aunt Lizzy meets her new nephew Ian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__YKyLlhz4bM/SfPtGn6Vt1I/AAAAAAAAHuU/v70TewjNgx8/s1600-h/016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328863482158102354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__YKyLlhz4bM/SfPtGn6Vt1I/AAAAAAAAHuU/v70TewjNgx8/s320/016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Rylan hunting Easter eggs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5427261435130234590-4085200592498377489?l=bobandshar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobandshar.blogspot.com/feeds/4085200592498377489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5427261435130234590&amp;postID=4085200592498377489&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427261435130234590/posts/default/4085200592498377489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427261435130234590/posts/default/4085200592498377489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobandshar.blogspot.com/2009/04/more-photos.html' title='More Photos'/><author><name>Sharlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17451591309820266130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__YKyLlhz4bM/SfPxrd5BYAI/AAAAAAAAHvU/flGxgrpiJ64/s72-c/021.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5427261435130234590.post-2974895415046805977</id><published>2009-04-14T15:26:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T15:35:01.133-05:00</updated><title type='text'>If you have a teen, know a teen, work with teens...</title><content type='html'>...this is a fabulous site. They have a lot of stats that I want to post but couldn't find them to post, I will try to do that later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.futureparadigm.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bob and I went to a meeting last night about teens and teen safety for our foster parent education. One of the speakers was from The Bridge which is a big youth activity place here in Joplin run by Christians. The Bridge has a full-time person whose job is to scan the internet and do research about current teen trends. They really have their pulse on what teens are doing right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it is scary and overwhelming, but, let's face it, this is the reality that our kids are dealing with. Heads in the sand won't help anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The speaker ended last night on a positive note. She said that this generation has huge potential--they are more educated, less prejudiced, have more money than previous generations. I wish you all could have been there, but since you can't I'll share this resource and post those stats when I can find them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.futureparadigm.org"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5427261435130234590-2974895415046805977?l=bobandshar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='' href='http://www.futureparadigm.org' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobandshar.blogspot.com/feeds/2974895415046805977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5427261435130234590&amp;postID=2974895415046805977&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427261435130234590/posts/default/2974895415046805977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427261435130234590/posts/default/2974895415046805977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobandshar.blogspot.com/2009/04/if-you-have-teen-know-teen-work-with.html' title='If you have a teen, know a teen, work with teens...'/><author><name>Sharlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17451591309820266130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5427261435130234590.post-7028050756249567725</id><published>2009-04-12T07:44:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T07:51:24.455-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Easter!</title><content type='html'>Take a minute a worship with me. The greatest thing in the world is to serve a God who has conquered death and is alive!  I am amazed--that He loves me, that He cares.  Pardon the Spanish captions, the singing is in English.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KvF1QtgnurY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KvF1QtgnurY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like to be able to read the lyrics, too.  So here they are.  Have a wonderful, blessed day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I’m Amazed&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one knew how alone I was feeling&lt;br /&gt;And the emptiness I tried so hard to hide&lt;br /&gt;Through I laughed and said my life was fine without You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was covering up the secret tears I cried&lt;br /&gt;Then one day someone told me of Your mercy&lt;br /&gt;And the love You showed on a hill called Calvary&lt;br /&gt;There you died and purchased my redemption&lt;br /&gt;When you broke sin’s power and set my spirit free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m amazed that You love me &lt;br /&gt;I’m amazed how You care&lt;br /&gt;Through Your precious blood&lt;br /&gt;I’ve fond pardon&lt;br /&gt;And my sins are washed,&lt;br /&gt;They’re all washed away&lt;br /&gt;All my sins are washed away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s true there have been days when I’ve failed You&lt;br /&gt;Lord, You know the many times I’ve gone astray&lt;br /&gt;But I’ve learned that Your love is stronger than my weakness&lt;br /&gt;And you ear is open every time I pray&lt;br /&gt;No one else has ever cared for me like You, Lord&lt;br /&gt;Other friends could never be as close to me&lt;br /&gt;I’m not afraid to face the problems of tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;Knowing You are everything I’ll ever need&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m amazed that You love me &lt;br /&gt;I’m amazed how You care&lt;br /&gt;Through Your precious blood&lt;br /&gt;I’ve fond pardon&lt;br /&gt;And my sins are washed,&lt;br /&gt;They’re all washed away&lt;br /&gt;All my sins are washed away&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5427261435130234590-7028050756249567725?l=bobandshar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobandshar.blogspot.com/feeds/7028050756249567725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5427261435130234590&amp;postID=7028050756249567725&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427261435130234590/posts/default/7028050756249567725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427261435130234590/posts/default/7028050756249567725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobandshar.blogspot.com/2009/04/happy-easter.html' title='Happy Easter!'/><author><name>Sharlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17451591309820266130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5427261435130234590.post-4750106011463683989</id><published>2009-04-11T01:47:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T02:15:06.107-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I am thankful...</title><content type='html'>1.   I am able to breathe-easily, on my own, without interruption, without thinking about it.  Many people cannot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  I am able to grasp my own cup and take a drink of whatever I have chosen from the fridge or fountain.  Many people cannot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  I can see and hear the most minute things.  These are fabulous gifts many people do not have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  I have a warm bed under a leak-less roof.  Many people do not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  I have meaningful realtionships with numerous friends and family.  Many people do not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.  I can go to sleep with a clear conscience.  Many people can not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.  I can express myself through words, written or spoken, or through music or actions.  Many people cannot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.  I have a  heart, pancreas, liver, splean, kidneys all which function with no prompting from me.  Many people do not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.   I have a job I enjoy.  Many people do not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.  I have a wonderful Heavenly Father who knows me inside out, the good, the bad, and the ugly--and He loves me anyway.  Many people haven't met Him yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have got to be the most blessed person in the world.  I am so thankful for the simple things I take for granted every day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5427261435130234590-4750106011463683989?l=bobandshar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobandshar.blogspot.com/feeds/4750106011463683989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5427261435130234590&amp;postID=4750106011463683989&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427261435130234590/posts/default/4750106011463683989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427261435130234590/posts/default/4750106011463683989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobandshar.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-am-thankful.html' title='I am thankful...'/><author><name>Sharlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17451591309820266130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5427261435130234590.post-4826725699237456714</id><published>2009-04-01T16:02:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T16:13:18.867-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Nope, not a April Fool's joke...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__YKyLlhz4bM/SdPYl3O_2GI/AAAAAAAAHs8/vRGyVOS6KUk/s1600-h/Boat+Lowe+1994+1730+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319833729848301666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__YKyLlhz4bM/SdPYl3O_2GI/AAAAAAAAHs8/vRGyVOS6KUk/s320/Boat+Lowe+1994+1730+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;..we got a boat!!! Yippee!!!! Bob has been searching for months and we have driven all over Missouri looking for just the right boat. It looks like we have found it. It's well kept, will work for fishing or skiing/tubing. AND....it was well within what we had budgeted for it! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bob and I both love the water. He can fish all day. I can fish/read/swim/tube all day. We have friends and family who like the water, too. We are very excited about our new addition.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We have been doing Dave Ramsey budgeting for the last three years and such luxuries have NOT been in the budget. While we have a tiny bit more to go on Baby Step #2, we decided to take a breather and invest in something we will both enjoy for years to come.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5427261435130234590-4826725699237456714?l=bobandshar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobandshar.blogspot.com/feeds/4826725699237456714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5427261435130234590&amp;postID=4826725699237456714&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427261435130234590/posts/default/4826725699237456714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427261435130234590/posts/default/4826725699237456714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobandshar.blogspot.com/2009/04/nope-not-april-fools-joke.html' title='Nope, not a April Fool&apos;s joke...'/><author><name>Sharlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17451591309820266130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__YKyLlhz4bM/SdPYl3O_2GI/AAAAAAAAHs8/vRGyVOS6KUk/s72-c/Boat+Lowe+1994+1730+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5427261435130234590.post-8584806182659841028</id><published>2009-03-30T08:08:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T08:10:08.852-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just one more..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.navpress.com/magazines/archives/article.aspx?id=1.141.6"&gt;http://www.navpress.com/magazines/archives/article.aspx?id=1.141.6&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5427261435130234590-8584806182659841028?l=bobandshar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobandshar.blogspot.com/feeds/8584806182659841028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5427261435130234590&amp;postID=8584806182659841028&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427261435130234590/posts/default/8584806182659841028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427261435130234590/posts/default/8584806182659841028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobandshar.blogspot.com/2009/03/just-one-more.html' title='Just one more..'/><author><name>Sharlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17451591309820266130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5427261435130234590.post-3530990593049362490</id><published>2009-03-30T06:08:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T06:22:39.877-05:00</updated><title type='text'>One of my favorite things...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__YKyLlhz4bM/SdCrIOQCLAI/AAAAAAAAHs0/-GhOSAcdffU/s1600-h/quiet-time_540.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318939317677206530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 209px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__YKyLlhz4bM/SdCrIOQCLAI/AAAAAAAAHs0/-GhOSAcdffU/s320/quiet-time_540.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I spent some time this morning reading articles from the archives of "&lt;em&gt;Discipleship Journal&lt;/em&gt;." &lt;em&gt;DJ&lt;/em&gt; is one of my favorite Christian magazines. Here's a link to an article that was encouraging to me today. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.navpress.com/magazines/archives/article.aspx?id=1.130.11"&gt;http://www.navpress.com/magazines/archives/article.aspx?id=1.130.11&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You can also click on "Archive" on the left and search for different topics. A great place to be challenged, encouraged and enlightened.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5427261435130234590-3530990593049362490?l=bobandshar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobandshar.blogspot.com/feeds/3530990593049362490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5427261435130234590&amp;postID=3530990593049362490&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427261435130234590/posts/default/3530990593049362490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427261435130234590/posts/default/3530990593049362490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobandshar.blogspot.com/2009/03/one-of-my-favorite-things.html' title='One of my favorite things...'/><author><name>Sharlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17451591309820266130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__YKyLlhz4bM/SdCrIOQCLAI/AAAAAAAAHs0/-GhOSAcdffU/s72-c/quiet-time_540.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5427261435130234590.post-6256523796760067002</id><published>2009-03-09T01:53:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T02:03:08.962-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__YKyLlhz4bM/SbS-fHAzEJI/AAAAAAAAHsU/v67l7ruWvNU/s1600-h/pink+daisies+flowers.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__YKyLlhz4bM/SbS-fHAzEJI/AAAAAAAAHsU/v67l7ruWvNU/s320/pink+daisies+flowers.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311079302244274322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Arial;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" width="100%"   style="margin-top: 5px;   font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" class="sqtdq" style="background-color: rgb(237, 241, 247); padding-top: 5px; padding-right: 5px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 5px; "&gt;&lt;h1  style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px;  font-size:18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;To love is to risk not being loved in return. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;h1  style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px;  font-size:18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;To &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;hope&lt;/span&gt; is to risk pain. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;h1  style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px;  font-size:18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;To try is to risk failure, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;h1  style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px;  font-size:18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;but risk must be taken &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;h1  style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px;  font-size:18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;h1  style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px;  font-size:18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;the greatest hazard in life &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;h1  style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px;  font-size:18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;is to risk nothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;h1  style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px;  color: rgb(0, 51, 153); font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;Unknown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5427261435130234590-6256523796760067002?l=bobandshar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobandshar.blogspot.com/feeds/6256523796760067002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5427261435130234590&amp;postID=6256523796760067002&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427261435130234590/posts/default/6256523796760067002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427261435130234590/posts/default/6256523796760067002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobandshar.blogspot.com/2009/03/to-love-is-to-risk-not-being-loved-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Sharlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17451591309820266130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__YKyLlhz4bM/SbS-fHAzEJI/AAAAAAAAHsU/v67l7ruWvNU/s72-c/pink+daisies+flowers.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5427261435130234590.post-6061597760203620048</id><published>2009-03-03T15:14:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T15:38:29.563-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Special Guests</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;One of my very favorite things is to visit with friends and family.  When we moved I wanted to be sure and find a house close to the interstate and with extra bedrooms.  I love to be able to have our loved ones stay with us.  We don't require much warning--if you don't mind a messy house sometimes!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some of our best memories have been made when different ones have dropped by to stay all night while en route to somewhere else.  We pack a lot of visiting and fun into a few hours, sleep a little then get up to send them off again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last night was one of those times.  Liz and Darrell and family and Elizabeth, from their church, were on their way to Bus Convention in Indy.  They arrived last night around 7pm.  I had dinner ready and then we played with the kids and visited and had a great time together.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not sure why the pix turned out so dark.  Grrrr...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My baby sister with her baby boy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__YKyLlhz4bM/Sa2hy83v0II/AAAAAAAAHsE/pbXeo78LXuo/s1600-h/020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__YKyLlhz4bM/Sa2hy83v0II/AAAAAAAAHsE/pbXeo78LXuo/s320/020.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309077432445161602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Reading a book&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__YKyLlhz4bM/Sa2hygfxFkI/AAAAAAAAHr8/lQn3m8FO4Ks/s1600-h/017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__YKyLlhz4bM/Sa2hygfxFkI/AAAAAAAAHr8/lQn3m8FO4Ks/s320/017.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309077424828388930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Gracie demonstrating her violin skills--she is diong quite well on her itty, bitty 1/16th violin!  Absolutely adorable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__YKyLlhz4bM/Sa2hySYW8II/AAAAAAAAHr0/GjpKkQOCFM4/s1600-h/014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__YKyLlhz4bM/Sa2hySYW8II/AAAAAAAAHr0/GjpKkQOCFM4/s320/014.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309077421039218818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Darrell Lee takes on Uncle Bob in a sword fight.  "Daddy Darrell" made these for his youth group out of PVC pipe and pool noodles.  Very fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__YKyLlhz4bM/Sa2hyIMcRiI/AAAAAAAAHrs/P7M5qb4RpwQ/s1600-h/010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__YKyLlhz4bM/Sa2hyIMcRiI/AAAAAAAAHrs/P7M5qb4RpwQ/s320/010.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309077418304882210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The time went to fast, as usual, but we had a ball.  Next time YOU pass through, give us a call-- you can stay with us if you need or want to or if you just have a little bit, we can meet you for dinner or for ice cream.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5427261435130234590-6061597760203620048?l=bobandshar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobandshar.blogspot.com/feeds/6061597760203620048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5427261435130234590&amp;postID=6061597760203620048&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427261435130234590/posts/default/6061597760203620048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427261435130234590/posts/default/6061597760203620048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobandshar.blogspot.com/2009/03/special-guests.html' title='Special Guests'/><author><name>Sharlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17451591309820266130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__YKyLlhz4bM/Sa2hy83v0II/AAAAAAAAHsE/pbXeo78LXuo/s72-c/020.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5427261435130234590.post-5755902208398578246</id><published>2009-02-25T20:35:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T20:39:20.553-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Good Ol' Days...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__YKyLlhz4bM/SaYALZwvQfI/AAAAAAAAHrk/vPeNteiDNZ8/s1600-h/189.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306929406796579314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__YKyLlhz4bM/SaYALZwvQfI/AAAAAAAAHrk/vPeNteiDNZ8/s320/189.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (Liz, please don't shoot me!!!)  I ran across this photo the other day and wanted to post it.  I can't get the scanner to scan so I took a picture of it but if I turned the flash off, the photo was too dark.  I"ll have to work on that technique but thought you might enjoy a flashback to the past, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm giving everyone fair warning...I just bought a bunch of albums to start organizing my photos...no one is safe!  Heehee!!&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/5427261435130234590-5755902208398578246?l=bobandshar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobandshar.blogspot.com/feeds/5755902208398578246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5427261435130234590&amp;postID=5755902208398578246&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427261435130234590/posts/default/5755902208398578246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427261435130234590/posts/default/5755902208398578246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobandshar.blogspot.com/2009/02/good-ol-days.html' title='The Good Ol&apos; Days...'/><author><name>Sharlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17451591309820266130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__YKyLlhz4bM/SaYALZwvQfI/AAAAAAAAHrk/vPeNteiDNZ8/s72-c/189.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5427261435130234590.post-2986658646745327845</id><published>2009-02-17T22:27:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T23:01:50.236-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Touchy subject</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__YKyLlhz4bM/SZuV4RGnJSI/AAAAAAAAHq4/THX9oAKls38/s1600-h/white+rose.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 104px; height: 120px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__YKyLlhz4bM/SZuV4RGnJSI/AAAAAAAAHq4/THX9oAKls38/s320/white+rose.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303997780055237922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:TREBUCHET;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;Before you turn me off...this is not a post about skirts vs pants or splits in skirts or open toed shoes.  There is already enough of that .  Let's look at what is on the inside. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Where does modesty come from?  Can it be set forth in a handbook?  Will wearing enough fabric and layers of clothing make you a modest woman?  Not hardly.  I have seen women dressed to meet all the "rules" who were were sensual in their attitude and behavior.  Why do females feel the need to dress like trash and throw themselves at the male gender?  There is something inside them that is longing for validation that only God can give.  Having healthy male realtionships at home and church will help, too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you are dressed in such a way that a person's eyes are drawn away from your face and eyes, maybe you should ponder why you want to dress that way.  How are you ever going to talk to someone about Jesus if they are focused on your body?  I'm not for building un-necessary fences and writing more rules.  I am for an attitude of modesty that will manifest itself in the way we dress.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The quote below was shared by a good friend of mine, Evangeline.  Click on the first word to see the full text of a very informative article from a Jewish perspective on modesty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;"&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.aish.com/societyWork/women/Girl_Power$.asp"&gt;Tzniut&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt; means deeply knowing who you are. It's an internal self-definition that frees you from any need to flaunt yourself physically," Manolson explains. "Women who possess&lt;i&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.aish.com/societyWork/women/Girl_Power$.asp"&gt;tzniut&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt; have their physical privacy protected; they are simply not on display for ogling or judgment by the public's critical eye. The beauty industry feeds off women's insecurities, so the biggest enemy to that industry is a woman who has a healthy soul image and who carries herself with modesty."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:TREBUCHET;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:TREBUCHET;"&gt;Last, a quote Elise shared with me from Max Lucado: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:TREBUCHET;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(0, 0, 2);   line-height: 16px; font-family:Verdana;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;A woman's heart should be so hidden in God &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:TREBUCHET;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(0, 0, 2);   line-height: 16px; font-family:Verdana;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;that a man has to seek Him just to find her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5427261435130234590-2986658646745327845?l=bobandshar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobandshar.blogspot.com/feeds/2986658646745327845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5427261435130234590&amp;postID=2986658646745327845&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427261435130234590/posts/default/2986658646745327845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427261435130234590/posts/default/2986658646745327845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobandshar.blogspot.com/2009/02/touchy-subject.html' title='Touchy subject'/><author><name>Sharlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17451591309820266130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__YKyLlhz4bM/SZuV4RGnJSI/AAAAAAAAHq4/THX9oAKls38/s72-c/white+rose.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5427261435130234590.post-6318899734805118748</id><published>2009-02-13T22:35:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T22:39:59.804-06:00</updated><title type='text'>One of my favorite things</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__YKyLlhz4bM/SZZKIGin_TI/AAAAAAAAHqw/w-X9J9AJ6t4/s1600-h/strawberrybouquet-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 311px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__YKyLlhz4bM/SZZKIGin_TI/AAAAAAAAHqw/w-X9J9AJ6t4/s320/strawberrybouquet-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302507114330586418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This year Bob got me roses.  He usually buys me Chocolate Covered Strawberries--there are few things on earth better than Chocolate Covered Strawberries.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is a picture of a homemade bouquet I found on another site.  It looks so easy even I could make it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So, my friends and family who share my love of CCS, these are for all of us on Valentine's Day--especially my neice Gracie who loves "Covered-Up Strawberries" so much she insisted her mommy fix them for Aunt Shar's birthday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5427261435130234590-6318899734805118748?l=bobandshar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobandshar.blogspot.com/feeds/6318899734805118748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5427261435130234590&amp;postID=6318899734805118748&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427261435130234590/posts/default/6318899734805118748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427261435130234590/posts/default/6318899734805118748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobandshar.blogspot.com/2009/02/one-of-my-favorite-things.html' title='One of my favorite things'/><author><name>Sharlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17451591309820266130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__YKyLlhz4bM/SZZKIGin_TI/AAAAAAAAHqw/w-X9J9AJ6t4/s72-c/strawberrybouquet-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5427261435130234590.post-836403496998551300</id><published>2009-02-11T03:21:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T03:59:45.755-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Wait till I tell Bob...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;...how easy he could have had it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bob jokes that we got married on Valentine's Day so that he only had to buy one gift.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm surprised he didn't come up with this idea!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__YKyLlhz4bM/SZKfNkZtIfI/AAAAAAAAHqo/5HFot5pMH0E/s1600-h/anniversary+cartoon.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__YKyLlhz4bM/SZKfNkZtIfI/AAAAAAAAHqo/5HFot5pMH0E/s320/anniversary+cartoon.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301474766827102706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);  font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:18px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I would post wedding pix but our scanner is not on speaking terms with the computer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);  font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:18px;"&gt;The playlist running now is music from our wedding.  I wanted the prelude/postlude music to be fun love songs from different generations.  I loved the results--and still like the selections.  We had some other songs but I couldn't find them on playlist. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);  font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);  font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:18px;"&gt;Many of my readers were either in or attended our wedding.  It was one of the best days of my life and perfect in just about every way.   Many people put a lot of time and effort into making everything just the way I wanted it.    Thanks so much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);  font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);  font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:18px;"&gt;Thanks, Mom and Dad, for making sure your little girl's wishes were fulfilled.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);  font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);  font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:18px;"&gt;Thanks, Bob, for inviting me to share life with you.  I am honored.&lt;/span&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/5427261435130234590-836403496998551300?l=bobandshar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobandshar.blogspot.com/feeds/836403496998551300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5427261435130234590&amp;postID=836403496998551300&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427261435130234590/posts/default/836403496998551300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427261435130234590/posts/default/836403496998551300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobandshar.blogspot.com/2009/02/wait-till-i-tell-bob.html' title='Wait till I tell Bob...'/><author><name>Sharlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17451591309820266130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__YKyLlhz4bM/SZKfNkZtIfI/AAAAAAAAHqo/5HFot5pMH0E/s72-c/anniversary+cartoon.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5427261435130234590.post-5791959749253560214</id><published>2009-02-10T14:52:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T15:00:56.451-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Aren't they gorgeous???</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__YKyLlhz4bM/SZHptZAoQkI/AAAAAAAAHqI/RyJjrJPu3uw/s1600-h/010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__YKyLlhz4bM/SZHptZAoQkI/AAAAAAAAHqI/RyJjrJPu3uw/s320/010.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301275202408694338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bob got me a dozen roses-pink/red/white verigated.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's an early Valentine's/anniversary present.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh yeah, he also got me enough chocolate to put me into a sugar coma!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dove Dark Hearts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Huge Reese's Peanut Butter Heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Valentine M&amp;amp;M's&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Heart Shaped Chocolate Covered Pretzels&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Monstrous Hershey Kiss&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It ought to last me till next Valentine's Day!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5427261435130234590-5791959749253560214?l=bobandshar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobandshar.blogspot.com/feeds/5791959749253560214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5427261435130234590&amp;postID=5791959749253560214&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427261435130234590/posts/default/5791959749253560214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427261435130234590/posts/default/5791959749253560214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobandshar.blogspot.com/2009/02/arent-they-gorgeous.html' title='Aren&apos;t they gorgeous???'/><author><name>Sharlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17451591309820266130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__YKyLlhz4bM/SZHptZAoQkI/AAAAAAAAHqI/RyJjrJPu3uw/s72-c/010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5427261435130234590.post-451377070837089075</id><published>2009-02-10T14:30:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T14:30:09.248-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Captain Sully Interview</title><content type='html'>http://www.cbsnews.com/stories/2009/02/08/60minutes/main4783580.shtml?source=mostpop_story&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love this story and enjoyed these clips from 60 Minutes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5427261435130234590-451377070837089075?l=bobandshar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobandshar.blogspot.com/feeds/451377070837089075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5427261435130234590&amp;postID=451377070837089075&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427261435130234590/posts/default/451377070837089075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427261435130234590/posts/default/451377070837089075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobandshar.blogspot.com/2009/02/captain-sully-interview.html' title='Captain Sully Interview'/><author><name>Sharlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17451591309820266130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5427261435130234590.post-1070509496281127767</id><published>2009-01-28T03:49:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T04:37:39.671-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Seeing daylight again.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__YKyLlhz4bM/SYA1SXRfUKI/AAAAAAAAHoc/l34liLjoIAs/s1600-h/taste+snow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 216px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__YKyLlhz4bM/SYA1SXRfUKI/AAAAAAAAHoc/l34liLjoIAs/s320/taste+snow.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296291751388991650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things are starting to be a little easier--fewer tears.  I'm still sad but content knowing that God knows best.  Someday our "whys" can be answered--but by then it won't matter anyway.  I put them in my already bulging "Mystery Bag" and go on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the snow and am blessed to work in an area with huge windows so I can see it all night long.  Some people haven't been able to get to work because of the bad roads so I am working extra this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bonus blessings:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bob cleaned out the garage and we can park the van inside--now it is warm and ice-free when we are ready to leave!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bob has been off work because school is canceled-so he has been driving me to work.  Yay for no driving in the snow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5427261435130234590-1070509496281127767?l=bobandshar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobandshar.blogspot.com/feeds/1070509496281127767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5427261435130234590&amp;postID=1070509496281127767&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427261435130234590/posts/default/1070509496281127767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427261435130234590/posts/default/1070509496281127767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobandshar.blogspot.com/2009/01/seeing-daylight-again.html' title='Seeing daylight again.'/><author><name>Sharlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17451591309820266130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__YKyLlhz4bM/SYA1SXRfUKI/AAAAAAAAHoc/l34liLjoIAs/s72-c/taste+snow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5427261435130234590.post-6015194970686630813</id><published>2009-01-24T04:41:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T04:45:45.594-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks, Cheryl M.</title><content type='html'>Click on the picture to see it better.  It is worth taking a minute to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__YKyLlhz4bM/SXrwcEw1kJI/AAAAAAAAHoU/Igp79brjrzs/s1600-h/011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__YKyLlhz4bM/SXrwcEw1kJI/AAAAAAAAHoU/Igp79brjrzs/s320/011.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294808677033021586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This beautiful arrangement was delivered today.  It has my two favorites--tulips and roses in gorgeous shades of pink and lavender.  The little filler stuff is arched to make a heart but it's kind of hard to see it in the picture.  So thoughtful, as usual.  Thanks, dear friend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5427261435130234590-6015194970686630813?l=bobandshar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobandshar.blogspot.com/feeds/6015194970686630813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5427261435130234590&amp;postID=6015194970686630813&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427261435130234590/posts/default/6015194970686630813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427261435130234590/posts/default/6015194970686630813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobandshar.blogspot.com/2009/01/thanks-cheryl-m.html' title='Thanks, Cheryl M.'/><author><name>Sharlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17451591309820266130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__YKyLlhz4bM/SXrwcEw1kJI/AAAAAAAAHoU/Igp79brjrzs/s72-c/011.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5427261435130234590.post-3176148030528046361</id><published>2009-01-24T04:37:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T04:40:39.819-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr R.'s favorite hobby</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__YKyLlhz4bM/SXrwIjmexUI/AAAAAAAAHoM/9rvBCPoDbFo/s1600-h/010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__YKyLlhz4bM/SXrwIjmexUI/AAAAAAAAHoM/9rvBCPoDbFo/s320/010.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294808341713700162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our foster son, who I call R for confidentiality reasons, loves to help Bob build fires.  He is very careful and does a good job.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5427261435130234590-3176148030528046361?l=bobandshar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobandshar.blogspot.com/feeds/3176148030528046361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5427261435130234590&amp;postID=3176148030528046361&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427261435130234590/posts/default/3176148030528046361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427261435130234590/posts/default/3176148030528046361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobandshar.blogspot.com/2009/01/mr-rs-favorite-hobby.html' title='Mr R.&apos;s favorite hobby'/><author><name>Sharlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17451591309820266130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__YKyLlhz4bM/SXrwIjmexUI/AAAAAAAAHoM/9rvBCPoDbFo/s72-c/010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5427261435130234590.post-3280052056825842544</id><published>2009-01-22T05:50:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T06:10:14.469-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Praise You in this Storm</title><content type='html'>This is one of my favorite songs--it has special meaning this week.  Lyrics are below.&lt;br /&gt;**Be sure to pause my playlist on the right.**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ype1xE0wzsg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ype1xE0wzsg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;"Praise You In This Storm"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was sure by now&lt;br /&gt;God You would have reached down&lt;br /&gt;And wiped our tears away&lt;br /&gt;Stepped in and saved the day&lt;br /&gt;But once again, I say "Amen", and it's still raining&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the thunder rolls&lt;br /&gt;I barely hear Your whisper through the rain&lt;br /&gt;"I'm with you"&lt;br /&gt;And as Your mercy falls&lt;br /&gt;I raise my hands and praise the God who gives&lt;br /&gt;And takes away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'll praise You in this storm&lt;br /&gt;And I will lift my hands&lt;br /&gt;For You are who You are&lt;br /&gt;No matter where I am&lt;br /&gt;And every tear I've cried&lt;br /&gt;You hold in Your hand&lt;br /&gt;You never left my side&lt;br /&gt;And though my heart is torn&lt;br /&gt;I will praise You in this storm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember when&lt;br /&gt;I stumbled in the wind&lt;br /&gt;You heard my cry to you&lt;br /&gt;And you raised me up again&lt;br /&gt;My strength is almost gone&lt;br /&gt;How can I carry on&lt;br /&gt;If I can't find You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as the thunder rolls&lt;br /&gt;I barely hear You whisper through the rain&lt;br /&gt;"I'm with you"&lt;br /&gt;And as Your mercy falls&lt;br /&gt;I raise my hands and praise the God who gives&lt;br /&gt;And takes away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lift my eyes unto the hills&lt;br /&gt;Where does my help come from?&lt;br /&gt;My help comes from the Lord&lt;br /&gt;The Maker of Heaven and Earth&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5427261435130234590-3280052056825842544?l=bobandshar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobandshar.blogspot.com/feeds/3280052056825842544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5427261435130234590&amp;postID=3280052056825842544&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427261435130234590/posts/default/3280052056825842544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427261435130234590/posts/default/3280052056825842544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobandshar.blogspot.com/2009/01/praise-you-in-this-storm.html' title='Praise You in this Storm'/><author><name>Sharlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17451591309820266130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5427261435130234590.post-1865488492930575098</id><published>2009-01-21T23:36:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T23:41:35.608-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Bob and Aunt Jemima</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__YKyLlhz4bM/SXgG2-H4fqI/AAAAAAAAHoA/XSqmaUureaA/s1600-h/SharandBob-AuntJemimah.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 208px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__YKyLlhz4bM/SXgG2-H4fqI/AAAAAAAAHoA/XSqmaUureaA/s320/SharandBob-AuntJemimah.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293988903432781474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Diane wanted me to post a pic of me as Aunt Jemima.  Bob hadn't seen me yet and we arrived at the party at different times due to work schedules.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5427261435130234590-1865488492930575098?l=bobandshar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobandshar.blogspot.com/feeds/1865488492930575098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5427261435130234590&amp;postID=1865488492930575098&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427261435130234590/posts/default/1865488492930575098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427261435130234590/posts/default/1865488492930575098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobandshar.blogspot.com/2009/01/bob-and-aunt-jemima.html' title='Bob and Aunt Jemima'/><author><name>Sharlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17451591309820266130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__YKyLlhz4bM/SXgG2-H4fqI/AAAAAAAAHoA/XSqmaUureaA/s72-c/SharandBob-AuntJemimah.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5427261435130234590.post-3971690275132764902</id><published>2009-01-21T09:17:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T09:22:16.873-06:00</updated><title type='text'>On the lighter side...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I was "tagged" on facebook to write 25 things you probably don't know about me.  This is what I came up with.  Some of you are on fb, too, sorry to duplicate.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;1. Bob and I got married on Valentine's Day 1998.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;2. I like cars-especially classics. Some day we would like to each have our own classic car--a '57 Chevy for Bob and a '67 Camaro or Mustang for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;3. Growing up I always said I would never be a nurse--but I have loved every bit of the last 15 years in the field of nursing. Never a dull moment and plenty of variety.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;4. I have taken care of the extremely wealthy on Jupiter Island and many homeless people in hospitals. I have found both can be cantankerous or grateful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;5. I was driving legally at 14--yep, you can do that in Kansas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;6. I think one of the worst jobs in the world would be a dental assistant. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;7. I have a huge collection of Fiestaware--I love the bright colors and never get tired of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;8. I do not enjoy decorating at all. It drives me crazy. Usually Bob and my friends decorate our house. I'm sure the Proverbs 31 woman would not approve but I just have a very difficult time with it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;9. I love calligraphy--I am not very good but enjoy trying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;10. Like Aimee, I am taking piano lessons and LEARNING to play by ear--I think it is harder than learning to play by note. I have spent countless weeks trying to conquer Happy Birthday--I have no idea why it is so difficult for me but it is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;11. I used to play the alto sax.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;12. Like Sherry, I was in the choir at UBC with Phil and Kim Collingsworth. I learned so much about singing, music and ministry. In case you didn't know, Kim can preach as well as she plays! She is passionate about ministering to the audience. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;13. My favorite cartoons are: Close to Home, Far Side, and Calvin &amp;amp; Hobbs. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;14. I love the artwork of Norman Rockwell--it always makes me smile and there is a new detail every time I look at a picture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;15. I started college for nursing a few days after high school graduation. I was very green and had never worked in healthcare before. I didn't know what an enema was! There were 10 HS grads in that class. 2 of us graduated. I was the only one who passed state boards the first time. I passed, thanks to friends and parents who cheered me on and made sure I studied like crazy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;16. I do not like fiction books. I enjoy biographies, history, informational stuff, collections of medical stories, etc. But do not like fiction. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;17. If I had to choose another career, it would be a mechanic--as long as I didn't have to get grease under my fingernails! :~) Seriously, I think it would be a lot like nursing--gather info about symptoms and start diagnosing and fixing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;18. When we get together with Bob's side of the family--his mom's side and his dad's side all together...there are four of us. Bob, his mom, his brother, and me. Bob's dad was an only child and his mother had one sister--who was a nun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;19. When we get together with my mom's side of the family--there are 81 of us! Bob went through culture shock when he married me and started going to our family get togethers!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;20. My 6, almost 7, neices and nephews are the light of our life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;21. Ochelata Youth Camp is the highlight of my year--I have only missed one or two since it started. I missed those years while I lived in Florida. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;22. I love large animals and would love work in a zoo nursery or on a zoo medical team--but I do NOT like pets. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;23. My first car was a 1970 Buick Lesabre--it was about 4 city blocks long but it could fly down the highway. I had a bit of a lead foot and would hit bumps pretty hard. Dad had to strap down the battery because it kept bouncing out of place, breaking the cables and leaving me stranded.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;24. Erma Bombeck is my favorite author.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;25. I once went to a party dressed as Aunt Jemima. It was fun. I love costumes and collect pieces I find at garage sales and thrift stores. Someday I want Liz and I to dress up like bag ladies and see if Mom and Dad recognize us when we ring the door bell! Goofy, I know. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5427261435130234590-3971690275132764902?l=bobandshar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobandshar.blogspot.com/feeds/3971690275132764902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5427261435130234590&amp;postID=3971690275132764902&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427261435130234590/posts/default/3971690275132764902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427261435130234590/posts/default/3971690275132764902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobandshar.blogspot.com/2009/01/on-lighter-side.html' title='On the lighter side...'/><author><name>Sharlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17451591309820266130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5427261435130234590.post-3766512626863676797</id><published>2009-01-18T23:48:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T23:59:39.092-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A reccuring theme..continuing to hope.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'Charis SIL';"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Psalm 73:&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;14 &lt;/span&gt;But I will &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;hope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; continually, and will yet praise thee more and more.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Most of you know by now that our adoption did not work out.  We are very, very sad.  God has a plan. Whether it includes children for us or not, He is a good God and will hold us during this time.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The Bible says that He will give us the desire of our heart. Yes, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a desire&lt;/span&gt; of my heart is to have children.  However, my &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;deeper desire&lt;/span&gt; is to be molded into the image of Christ.  I fall so short so many times.  But that is my true desire.  My &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;deepest desire&lt;/span&gt; is that my desires would be aligned with God's will for me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We appreciate your love and prayers during this time.  I have HOPE, hope that God has a plan for us and it is tailor made for us.  I look forward to discovering it, but right now, we are taking a little time to let our hearts heal.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5427261435130234590-3766512626863676797?l=bobandshar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobandshar.blogspot.com/feeds/3766512626863676797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5427261435130234590&amp;postID=3766512626863676797&amp;isPopup=true' title='24 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427261435130234590/posts/default/3766512626863676797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427261435130234590/posts/default/3766512626863676797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobandshar.blogspot.com/2009/01/reccuring-themecontinuing-to-hope.html' title='A reccuring theme..continuing to hope.'/><author><name>Sharlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17451591309820266130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>24</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5427261435130234590.post-6942660464230139502</id><published>2009-01-08T04:09:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T04:26:47.988-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas pix.  Better late than never.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We all went together and got Mom and Dad digital picture frames for their desks.  So they could, of course, display pictues of us...I mean, their grandkids.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__YKyLlhz4bM/SWXR0JHfwKI/AAAAAAAAHnI/oI15-ZkVXPA/s1600-h/019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__YKyLlhz4bM/SWXR0JHfwKI/AAAAAAAAHnI/oI15-ZkVXPA/s320/019.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288864031147278498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our foster son R. and me getting ready to open presents.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__YKyLlhz4bM/SWXRz0aNyjI/AAAAAAAAHnA/Xnxj3mhze3M/s1600-h/008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__YKyLlhz4bM/SWXRz0aNyjI/AAAAAAAAHnA/Xnxj3mhze3M/s320/008.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288864025588648498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Trying to patiently wait to open presents.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__YKyLlhz4bM/SWXRzuuW4EI/AAAAAAAAHm4/F8itby4F5Wg/s1600-h/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__YKyLlhz4bM/SWXRzuuW4EI/AAAAAAAAHm4/F8itby4F5Wg/s320/006.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288864024062517314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5427261435130234590-6942660464230139502?l=bobandshar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobandshar.blogspot.com/feeds/6942660464230139502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5427261435130234590&amp;postID=6942660464230139502&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427261435130234590/posts/default/6942660464230139502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427261435130234590/posts/default/6942660464230139502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobandshar.blogspot.com/2009/01/christmas-pix-better-late-than-never.html' title='Christmas pix.  Better late than never.'/><author><name>Sharlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17451591309820266130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__YKyLlhz4bM/SWXR0JHfwKI/AAAAAAAAHnI/oI15-ZkVXPA/s72-c/019.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5427261435130234590.post-3026648486195648336</id><published>2009-01-08T00:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T01:00:37.083-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A little test.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman'; "&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 24px; font-style: italic; "&gt;Charles Schultz Philosophy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;1. Name the five wealthiest people in the world.&lt;br /&gt;2. Name the last five Heisman trophy winners.&lt;br /&gt;3. Name the last five winners of the Miss America contest.&lt;br /&gt;4. Name ten people who have won the Nobel or Pulitzer Prize.&lt;br /&gt;5. Name the last half dozen Academy Award winners for best actor and actress.&lt;br /&gt;6. Name the last decade's worth of World Series winners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did you do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The point is, none of us remember the headliners of yesterday. These are no second-rate achievers.  They are the best in theirfields.  But the applause dies. Awards tarnish.  Achievements are forgotten. Accolades and certificates are buried with their owners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's another quiz.  See how you do on this one:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. List a few teachers who aided your journey through school.&lt;br /&gt;2. Name three friends who have helped you through a difficult time.&lt;br /&gt;3. Name five people who have taught you something worthwhile.&lt;br /&gt;4. Think of a few people who have made you feel appreciated and special.&lt;br /&gt;5. Think of five people you enjoy spending time with.&lt;br /&gt;6. Name half a dozen heroes whose stories have inspired you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Easier?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lesson:&lt;br /&gt;The people who make a difference in your life are not the ones with the&lt;br /&gt;most credentials, the most money, or the most awards.&lt;br /&gt;They are the ones who care.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5427261435130234590-3026648486195648336?l=bobandshar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobandshar.blogspot.com/feeds/3026648486195648336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5427261435130234590&amp;postID=3026648486195648336&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427261435130234590/posts/default/3026648486195648336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427261435130234590/posts/default/3026648486195648336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobandshar.blogspot.com/2009/01/little-test.html' title='A little test.'/><author><name>Sharlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17451591309820266130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5427261435130234590.post-4989844803950519962</id><published>2009-01-07T00:17:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T00:21:58.677-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Advice good for any situation</title><content type='html'>I heard Brother Wingrove Taylor say that one thing that was good advice for any situation, was this:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Humble yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-family: verdana; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-family: verdana; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); font-family: Georgia; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__YKyLlhz4bM/SWRJ3oJy5pI/AAAAAAAAHmw/0_erJFMiIg8/s320/Jesus+feet+washing+humble+humilityjpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288433082459940498" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 94px; height: 124px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);  font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/5427261435130234590-4989844803950519962?l=bobandshar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobandshar.blogspot.com/feeds/4989844803950519962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5427261435130234590&amp;postID=4989844803950519962&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427261435130234590/posts/default/4989844803950519962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427261435130234590/posts/default/4989844803950519962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobandshar.blogspot.com/2009/01/advice-good-for-any-situation.html' title='Advice good for any situation'/><author><name>Sharlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17451591309820266130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__YKyLlhz4bM/SWRJ3oJy5pI/AAAAAAAAHmw/0_erJFMiIg8/s72-c/Jesus+feet+washing+humble+humilityjpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5427261435130234590.post-2654967473977289216</id><published>2008-12-31T01:17:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T01:19:23.857-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Trying again...it's worth watching.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre; font-family:Arial;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Pause my playlist on the right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7JHS8adO3hM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7JHS8adO3hM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5427261435130234590-2654967473977289216?l=bobandshar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobandshar.blogspot.com/feeds/2654967473977289216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5427261435130234590&amp;postID=2654967473977289216&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427261435130234590/posts/default/2654967473977289216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427261435130234590/posts/default/2654967473977289216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobandshar.blogspot.com/2008/12/trying-againits-worth-watching.html' title='Trying again...it&apos;s worth watching.'/><author><name>Sharlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17451591309820266130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5427261435130234590.post-1701715876017120598</id><published>2008-12-30T15:37:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T15:40:23.813-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Maybe the link will post this time.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://paulpetersonlive.com/2008/12/30/its-okay-to-proselytize/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://paulpetersonlive.com/2008/12/30/its-okay-to-proselytize/"&gt;http://paulpetersonlive.com/2008/12/30/its-okay-to-proselytize/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If this link doesn't work, click on Paul's name on the right to go to his website.\&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5427261435130234590-1701715876017120598?l=bobandshar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobandshar.blogspot.com/feeds/1701715876017120598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5427261435130234590&amp;postID=1701715876017120598&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427261435130234590/posts/default/1701715876017120598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427261435130234590/posts/default/1701715876017120598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobandshar.blogspot.com/2008/12/maybe-link-will-post-this-time.html' title='Maybe the link will post this time.'/><author><name>Sharlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17451591309820266130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5427261435130234590.post-1767828274483690760</id><published>2008-12-30T15:25:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T15:39:32.343-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Encounter with an atheist...keep it real.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://paulpetersonlive.com/2008/12/30/its-okay-to-proselytize/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Check out this video from Paul Peterson's site.  As most of you know, I love apologetics and debate and my faith.  HOWEVER, I also know that the most powerful evangelistic tool we have, is our own human-ness.  Being honest and real, touchable. Genuinely caring about others and letting God work through you.  The Christian man Penn Fraser Jillet talks about here did a great job of planting seed. Penn is an entertainer in Las Vegas. Let's pray that someone will come along and water that seed and that Penn will accept Jesus.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5427261435130234590-1767828274483690760?l=bobandshar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='' href='http://paulpetersonlive.com/2008/12/30/its-okay-to-proselytize/' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobandshar.blogspot.com/feeds/1767828274483690760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5427261435130234590&amp;postID=1767828274483690760&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427261435130234590/posts/default/1767828274483690760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427261435130234590/posts/default/1767828274483690760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobandshar.blogspot.com/2008/12/encounter-with-atheistkeep-it-real.html' title='Encounter with an atheist...keep it real.'/><author><name>Sharlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17451591309820266130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5427261435130234590.post-8162579587046380887</id><published>2008-12-25T01:18:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T02:30:04.457-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas memories...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__YKyLlhz4bM/SVMz-Z7jltI/AAAAAAAAHmo/j8__WfrUySw/s1600-h/Norman+Rockwell+Christmas+1jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 108px; height: 126px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__YKyLlhz4bM/SVMz-Z7jltI/AAAAAAAAHmo/j8__WfrUySw/s320/Norman+Rockwell+Christmas+1jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283623935041312466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ya gotta love this teamwork!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__YKyLlhz4bM/SVMz-ENiVaI/AAAAAAAAHmg/IasFEbqbJL0/s1600-h/Norman+Rockwell+2jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 246px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__YKyLlhz4bM/SVMz-ENiVaI/AAAAAAAAHmg/IasFEbqbJL0/s320/Norman+Rockwell+2jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283623929211147682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This ad says, "Merry Christmas, Grandma...we came in our new Plymouth!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Can you tell I'm a Norman Rockwell fan??)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have many treasured Christmas memories.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Reciting the Christmas story as a family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Antique ornaments on Grandmother's tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;A six-foot tall stocking one year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;New bikes hidden in the garage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Pizza for Christmas dinner (yea for no dishes!!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Stockings stitched shut with yarn...hmmmm...wonder why??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Gravy from KFC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Season one of I Love Lucy from Bob.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Working and wishing I was home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Mom buying an ornament for each of us each year so we would have some for our own trees someday--some of those are hanging on my tree now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Biggest regret: dropping Mom's treasured Nativity set with real gold paint on the wise men's gifts.  I can still hear the thud and feel a sick feeling in my stomach as the pieces broke beyond repair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;A tree with homemade and keepsake ornaments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Our first year in Troy where we had a house big enough for a tall tree--we got two of them, one for the kitchen and one for the living room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Presents with Elise and B&amp;amp;B last year--our first year to have our own "family" on Christmas morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Dad dragging in a big box after we thought all the gifts were opened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Shopping all year for the perfect gift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;"The Best Christmas Pageant Ever."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Bob's parents adding another piece to my Precious Moments nativity each year--they gave me Mary, Joseph and baby Jesus the year we got engaged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Trying to hold back tears so I could talk to my family in New Guinea--a twice a year treat. overseas calls were very expensive and internet and cell phones weren't even thought of yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Spending Christmas in Grenada with Grandma and Grandpa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Being awakened by a Grenadian steel band rolling by my window in the back of a dump truck at 6 am on Christmas morning....but I needed to get up for the early morning service anyway!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Carolling for miles and miles WALKING! in Gouyave Grenada and being served sorelle (sp).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Drive through light displays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Mountains of presents under a little tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;A packed house but always room for more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Monopoly, jigsaw puzzles and philosophical discussions all night long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Grandma's State of the Family address.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Christmas and recital pieces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Little cousins helping pass out the presents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Long visits with friends and family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Kenny G instrumental Christmas CD's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Mariah Carey's song, "All I Want for Christmas is YOU!"--having a Honey to sing it to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;A Dixie cup ornament covered with glittered, a bell inside and a yarn in the top-made in Story Hour in 1977 when Cheryl Mahan was my teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;A clay Santa ornament made by Bob when he was in Kindergarten or so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Engagement announcements.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Quiet evenings with hot apple cider and Christmas music--while we play Scrabble on the floor by the tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Ham and turkey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Old time radio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Working all day and driving all night to get home for Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Granddaddy's carmel popcorn. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;The nativity scene on the front porch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Lavonna's drummer boy in the window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Bags of candy after the chuurch program.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Christmas Eve candlelight service.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);  font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Christmas cards and pictures in the mail.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Exquisite handpainted ornaments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;"Christmas Sunday" each year in Troy--Sunday School program and cantata in the am, carry-in dinner,  caroling in the evening, followed by snacks and maybe some games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Reflecting on the names of Jesus, the Christmas story, the perspectives of the people involved, and the incredible meaning of Christmas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This year, let's create some new fond memories.  It doesn't take a lot of money or have to be perfect or fancy.  Just slow down a bit and soak in the sights and sounds and smells and feeling of Christmas.  Have a very merry and blessed Christmas!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5427261435130234590-8162579587046380887?l=bobandshar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobandshar.blogspot.com/feeds/8162579587046380887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5427261435130234590&amp;postID=8162579587046380887&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427261435130234590/posts/default/8162579587046380887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427261435130234590/posts/default/8162579587046380887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobandshar.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-memories.html' title='Christmas memories...'/><author><name>Sharlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17451591309820266130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__YKyLlhz4bM/SVMz-Z7jltI/AAAAAAAAHmo/j8__WfrUySw/s72-c/Norman+Rockwell+Christmas+1jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5427261435130234590.post-2789460064317174</id><published>2008-12-21T04:05:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T04:37:16.319-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Who have you been listening to? Here's a little test...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is a little reminder for myself but thought it might help someone else, too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__YKyLlhz4bM/SU4b865X_jI/AAAAAAAAHmY/f0J9gr50_6o/s1600-h/rainbow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282190146368175666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 135px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 90px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__YKyLlhz4bM/SU4b865X_jI/AAAAAAAAHmY/f0J9gr50_6o/s320/rainbow.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The Devil speaks in &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;negatives&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;--you can't, God won't.&lt;br /&gt;God speaks in &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;positives&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;--you can, I will help you. &lt;div align="center"&gt;~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;The Devil whispers words like &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;failure, despair, gloom, fear, anxiety&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;God uses words like &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;rest, peace, love, joy, and hope&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;The Devil says, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"You can't make it."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;God says, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"I will guide you with my eye...I will teach you in the way which you should go."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;~~~~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The Devil says, &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"You're too weak."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God says, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"I will strengthen thee, yea, I will help thee."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;~~~~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;The Devil &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;magnifies the faults&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; of your spouse, children, and others to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;divide&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; us.&lt;br /&gt;God reminds us that they are &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;created in His image and are worthy of love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and Jesus prays that we will be &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;unified.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;~~~~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Devil says, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"No one will believe you are a Christian."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Jesus said, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"By THIS will all men know that you are my disciples, that you have LOVE one for another."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;~~~~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;The Devil says, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"You can't do enough to win God's love."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God says, without qualification, &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"I have loved you with an everlasting love."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;The Devil says, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"You have been too bad. God could never forgive you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;God's &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;mercy endures forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;The Devil says, &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"No one loves you."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God says, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"If your mother and father forsake you, I will take you up."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5427261435130234590-2789460064317174?l=bobandshar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobandshar.blogspot.com/feeds/2789460064317174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5427261435130234590&amp;postID=2789460064317174&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427261435130234590/posts/default/2789460064317174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427261435130234590/posts/default/2789460064317174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobandshar.blogspot.com/2008/12/who-have-you-been-listening-to-heres.html' title='Who have you been listening to? Here&apos;s a little test...'/><author><name>Sharlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17451591309820266130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__YKyLlhz4bM/SU4b865X_jI/AAAAAAAAHmY/f0J9gr50_6o/s72-c/rainbow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5427261435130234590.post-5472089350066168556</id><published>2008-12-19T15:12:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T15:12:51.321-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Z_ypUnnqr8Y&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Z_ypUnnqr8Y&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5427261435130234590-5472089350066168556?l=bobandshar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobandshar.blogspot.com/feeds/5472089350066168556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5427261435130234590&amp;postID=5472089350066168556&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427261435130234590/posts/default/5472089350066168556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427261435130234590/posts/default/5472089350066168556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobandshar.blogspot.com/2008/12/sweet.html' title='Sweet'/><author><name>Sharlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17451591309820266130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5427261435130234590.post-258154184873502795</id><published>2008-12-15T23:44:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T23:53:27.392-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Adoption Update</title><content type='html'>There have been some changes in the adoption plan.  Mostly for the better but still a little overwhelming.  The birthmother B. has decided to return to her home state of Texas to have the baby.  She is a couple hours away from the hospital in Alaska and has had to miss a couple appointments because of the weather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Travel to Texas will be a lot easier and cheaper.  And we won't have to worry about weather issues like we would in Alaska.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over all, going to Texas seems to be the best and right thing to do.  The complicating factor is the legal side of things.  It probably won't really be so bad once we get it lined out but in the meantime, it's giving me a headache!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For an Alaska adoption, we had one attorney--in Alaska.  We could finalize in 10 days in Alaska.  Texas is a lot more complicated--and we will probably have to have attorneys in Texas and Missouri.  Plus a few other details we have to work out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pray that we will be able to find the right attorney/attorneys who will be competent in the intricasies of inter-state adoption and that everything will go smoothly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5427261435130234590-258154184873502795?l=bobandshar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobandshar.blogspot.com/feeds/258154184873502795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5427261435130234590&amp;postID=258154184873502795&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427261435130234590/posts/default/258154184873502795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427261435130234590/posts/default/258154184873502795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobandshar.blogspot.com/2008/12/adoption-update.html' title='Adoption Update'/><author><name>Sharlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17451591309820266130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5427261435130234590.post-1303270373131233674</id><published>2008-12-15T22:49:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T23:37:24.388-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What we have been up to</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;We went to Arkansas to see the my niece and nephews' Christmas program.  My sister-in-law always does a fantastic job putting these productions together.   The kids were dressed as people from various countries.  The older kids did an awesom job with the puppet show.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My niece Sabryn in pink and her best friend Hannah who played Mary in their church play.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__YKyLlhz4bM/SUc4kTP2FMI/AAAAAAAAHiI/Cwc860Hfwco/s1600-h/014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280251284408374466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__YKyLlhz4bM/SUc4kTP2FMI/AAAAAAAAHiI/Cwc860Hfwco/s320/014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My nephew Landen is wearing a hat and a mustache with a white shirt.  Sabryn is in the center wearing a Chinese hat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__YKyLlhz4bM/SUc4kOipKLI/AAAAAAAAHiA/XhQPGgSr6Qo/s1600-h/012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280251283145042098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__YKyLlhz4bM/SUc4kOipKLI/AAAAAAAAHiA/XhQPGgSr6Qo/s320/012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__YKyLlhz4bM/SUc4j9Y7rpI/AAAAAAAAHh4/hBJvN7M5crg/s1600-h/008.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My brother Michael, one handsome dude, and our foster son R.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__YKyLlhz4bM/SUc2JyX2yXI/AAAAAAAAHhw/bqO48MAdPV4/s1600-h/007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280248629883750770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__YKyLlhz4bM/SUc2JyX2yXI/AAAAAAAAHhw/bqO48MAdPV4/s320/007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took R. to BassPro to see their cool Christmas and fish displays.  He loved it.  This is one of the free kiddie target ranges.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__YKyLlhz4bM/SUc2JPnqYrI/AAAAAAAAHhg/1GddVxRE-sM/s1600-h/011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280248620554805938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__YKyLlhz4bM/SUc2JPnqYrI/AAAAAAAAHhg/1GddVxRE-sM/s320/011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;At the BassPro entrance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__YKyLlhz4bM/SUc2I40VLhI/AAAAAAAAHhY/jDNPS-u2qis/s1600-h/008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280248614433926674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__YKyLlhz4bM/SUc2I40VLhI/AAAAAAAAHhY/jDNPS-u2qis/s320/008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is Rylan, my nephew--right side up this time.  I love hats and have a few around the house.  He came to me wearing one of my hats.  Isn't he precious?  We got to keep him for a couple days and he showered his Aunt Shar with tons of spontaneous hugs and kisses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__YKyLlhz4bM/SUc2IS4zRVI/AAAAAAAAHhQ/6TlD_yXzLpk/s1600-h/018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280248604252128594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__YKyLlhz4bM/SUc2IS4zRVI/AAAAAAAAHhQ/6TlD_yXzLpk/s320/018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5427261435130234590-1303270373131233674?l=bobandshar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobandshar.blogspot.com/feeds/1303270373131233674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5427261435130234590&amp;postID=1303270373131233674&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427261435130234590/posts/default/1303270373131233674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427261435130234590/posts/default/1303270373131233674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobandshar.blogspot.com/2008/12/what-we-have-been-up-to.html' title='What we have been up to'/><author><name>Sharlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17451591309820266130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__YKyLlhz4bM/SUc4kTP2FMI/AAAAAAAAHiI/Cwc860Hfwco/s72-c/014.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5427261435130234590.post-967493281913039937</id><published>2008-12-14T15:48:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T15:57:41.671-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun Pix</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__YKyLlhz4bM/SUWBNoGF6WI/AAAAAAAAHhI/WSDHpX4MygA/s1600-h/019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__YKyLlhz4bM/SUWBNoGF6WI/AAAAAAAAHhI/WSDHpX4MygA/s320/019.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279768209263028578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__YKyLlhz4bM/SUWBNU708hI/AAAAAAAAHhA/aQwarMnncnA/s1600-h/018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__YKyLlhz4bM/SUWBNU708hI/AAAAAAAAHhA/aQwarMnncnA/s320/018.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279768204119699986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5427261435130234590-967493281913039937?l=bobandshar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobandshar.blogspot.com/feeds/967493281913039937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5427261435130234590&amp;postID=967493281913039937&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427261435130234590/posts/default/967493281913039937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427261435130234590/posts/default/967493281913039937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobandshar.blogspot.com/2008/12/fun-pix.html' title='Fun Pix'/><author><name>Sharlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17451591309820266130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__YKyLlhz4bM/SUWBNoGF6WI/AAAAAAAAHhI/WSDHpX4MygA/s72-c/019.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5427261435130234590.post-5225950420454916811</id><published>2008-12-12T23:45:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T23:45:44.368-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Quick Update</title><content type='html'>I'm still here.  Just haven't had a minute to post.   Everything is still going well on the adoption.  Bob is going to pick up a crib tomorrow and we are starting to move things around to make room for our little one!  We are so excited!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5427261435130234590-5225950420454916811?l=bobandshar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobandshar.blogspot.com/feeds/5225950420454916811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5427261435130234590&amp;postID=5225950420454916811&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427261435130234590/posts/default/5225950420454916811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427261435130234590/posts/default/5225950420454916811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobandshar.blogspot.com/2008/12/quick-update.html' title='Quick Update'/><author><name>Sharlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17451591309820266130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5427261435130234590.post-8574936028795148845</id><published>2008-12-07T05:39:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T05:53:09.448-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Embarassing moments...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__YKyLlhz4bM/STu5Gzp68hI/AAAAAAAAHg4/cdhyF6iRPL0/s1600-h/embarassing+sack+over+head.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 209px; height: 272px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__YKyLlhz4bM/STu5Gzp68hI/AAAAAAAAHg4/cdhyF6iRPL0/s320/embarassing+sack+over+head.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277014914991059474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have had my share, maybe more.    One time Bob and I each thought the other one had driven the car home--but neither of us did.  We got up the next morning to find we were short exactly one car!  We called the cops before we realized we had left it at the election night party the night before.  All I could do was stand there with my mouth open and say, "Part-y..." The deputy just looked at us like we were both nuts.  I'm sure he wondered what kind of party we had been to!  &lt;br /&gt;****&lt;br /&gt;One time I thought I was early for my plane and I wasn't.  I knew there was a plane loading at my gate, I just thought mine was the next plane.  Yep, I sat there and watched it take off.  THEN I checked the time on the ticket.  It was fun trying to explain to the gate agent--who had already seen me sitting at the gate--why I missed my plane.  I blame the pain pills for that one--I had just had surgery and was still popping Percocet every few hours.&lt;br /&gt;****&lt;br /&gt;My most recent humiliation was when I joined facebook the other day. I clicked OK and wasn't sure it worked so I clicked it again.  AND that made facebook send a friend request to EVERYONE in my gmail account.  AND  gmail cabbages onto every single email address you ever use.  Uh-huh--everyone I have ever emailed, including my the folks I have done business with on eBay and craigslist got an invitation to be my friend!  I'm sure they think I must be lonely.&lt;br /&gt;So, if you didn't get an invitation to be my friend--it is certainly not because I was being selective!  If you got one and was aggravated by it, my apologies for that, too.  For those who have accepted the invitation, I love keeping in touch with friends--thanks for letting me be yours.&lt;br /&gt;Have a blessed, restful Sabbath everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5427261435130234590-8574936028795148845?l=bobandshar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobandshar.blogspot.com/feeds/8574936028795148845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5427261435130234590&amp;postID=8574936028795148845&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427261435130234590/posts/default/8574936028795148845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427261435130234590/posts/default/8574936028795148845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobandshar.blogspot.com/2008/12/embarassing-moments.html' title='Embarassing moments...'/><author><name>Sharlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17451591309820266130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__YKyLlhz4bM/STu5Gzp68hI/AAAAAAAAHg4/cdhyF6iRPL0/s72-c/embarassing+sack+over+head.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5427261435130234590.post-6580201045328480893</id><published>2008-12-02T18:02:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T18:06:12.417-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks, Aunt Cheryl!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__YKyLlhz4bM/STXMw7KI8GI/AAAAAAAAHdw/m_lZ5aFgVG4/s1600-h/gift+for+Jenna.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 160px; height: 120px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__YKyLlhz4bM/STXMw7KI8GI/AAAAAAAAHdw/m_lZ5aFgVG4/s320/gift+for+Jenna.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275347679420412002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenna will certainly need a warm fuzzy something to keep her warm in Alaska!!  I love the frame--it says, "Sweet Baby, When we first saw you we fell in love."&lt;br /&gt;(Sorry the picture is fuzzy.  I just grabbed a quick pic as I am running out the door for work.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5427261435130234590-6580201045328480893?l=bobandshar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobandshar.blogspot.com/feeds/6580201045328480893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5427261435130234590&amp;postID=6580201045328480893&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427261435130234590/posts/default/6580201045328480893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427261435130234590/posts/default/6580201045328480893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobandshar.blogspot.com/2008/12/thanks-aunt-cheryl.html' title='Thanks, Aunt Cheryl!'/><author><name>Sharlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17451591309820266130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__YKyLlhz4bM/STXMw7KI8GI/AAAAAAAAHdw/m_lZ5aFgVG4/s72-c/gift+for+Jenna.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5427261435130234590.post-8597448419254644940</id><published>2008-11-30T18:09:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T18:15:36.136-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Everything to Me Song and Story posted below</title><content type='html'>**Pause my Playlist in the upper right corner so you can hear the videos.**&lt;br /&gt;I posted two videos below.  The first on is the song and the second one is the story behind the song.&lt;br /&gt;The singer and songwriter is Mark Schultz.  He is native to Kansas and is adopted.  Bob and I went to an adoption information/benefit concert about three years ago and he sang.  His story was very encouraging as we considered adoption.&lt;br /&gt;He has another great song and video called "Letters From War."  He was invited to perform that one at the Pentagon.&lt;br /&gt;My favorite song by him is "I AM." His style may not be for everyone but his songs and stories are uplifting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5427261435130234590-8597448419254644940?l=bobandshar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobandshar.blogspot.com/feeds/8597448419254644940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5427261435130234590&amp;postID=8597448419254644940&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427261435130234590/posts/default/8597448419254644940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427261435130234590/posts/default/8597448419254644940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobandshar.blogspot.com/2008/11/everything-to-me-song-and-story-posted.html' title='Everything to Me Song and Story posted below'/><author><name>Sharlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17451591309820266130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5427261435130234590.post-2217855834998820426</id><published>2008-11-30T18:06:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T18:09:36.302-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Adoption Song--Kleenex Warning!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YhqJYOYcnAU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed 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href='http://bobandshar.blogspot.com/feeds/2217855834998820426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5427261435130234590&amp;postID=2217855834998820426&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427261435130234590/posts/default/2217855834998820426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427261435130234590/posts/default/2217855834998820426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobandshar.blogspot.com/2008/11/adoption-song-kleenex-warning.html' title='Adoption Song--Kleenex Warning!'/><author><name>Sharlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17451591309820266130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5427261435130234590.post-2721062527579985686</id><published>2008-11-29T09:36:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T09:36:03.512-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Poem I Wrote to Announce Our Baby</title><content type='html'>Alaska...&lt;br /&gt;There's a lot to do there.&lt;br /&gt;Visit Santa at the North Pole;&lt;br /&gt;Or meet a VP nominee.&lt;br /&gt;You can hunt moose&lt;br /&gt;Or track down a bear.&lt;br /&gt;But when WE go to Alaska,&lt;br /&gt;We'll bring home a pearl-&lt;br /&gt;Our own sweet baby girl.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5427261435130234590-2721062527579985686?l=bobandshar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5427261435130234590.post-1291336586948687726</id><published>2008-11-28T00:16:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T00:36:23.868-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Coming Soon to Our House...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__YKyLlhz4bM/SS-NuCAsCPI/AAAAAAAAFpk/NnIPpwctrlI/s1600-h/baby+feet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 114px; height: 125px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__YKyLlhz4bM/SS-NuCAsCPI/AAAAAAAAFpk/NnIPpwctrlI/s320/baby+feet.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273589510627395826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;...a whole lot of pink!!!!  We are so excited to announce that we are planning to adopt a baby girl, due to be born in March.  There are several hurdles still to cross but so far all signals say GO so that's what we are doing!  I posted a few weeks ago about "Breaking the Silence" this road of infertility has been an incredible journey.  We have come to rest securely, trusting God's plan for our family. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few ways you can pray for us over the next several months:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Pray for Bob and me as we prepare our hearts and home to parent this little one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  Pray for the birth mother.  This is a courageous --and most difficult--decision she has made--to give her child life and hope for a future.  Pray for her to experience God's strength and comfort during this time.  Pray that she will come to know Jesus as her personal Friend and Savior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  Pray for our baby girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  Pray for us as we work through all the overwhelming legal and financial details.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are humbled and delighted to have this opportunity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5427261435130234590-1291336586948687726?l=bobandshar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobandshar.blogspot.com/feeds/1291336586948687726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5427261435130234590&amp;postID=1291336586948687726&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427261435130234590/posts/default/1291336586948687726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427261435130234590/posts/default/1291336586948687726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobandshar.blogspot.com/2008/11/coming-soon-to-our-house.html' title='Coming Soon to Our House...'/><author><name>Sharlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17451591309820266130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__YKyLlhz4bM/SS-NuCAsCPI/AAAAAAAAFpk/NnIPpwctrlI/s72-c/baby+feet.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5427261435130234590.post-8528398243533480619</id><published>2008-11-27T07:39:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T07:39:13.773-06:00</updated><title type='text'>When I count my blessings...</title><content type='html'>I count you twice.  Thanks for being a friend and for taking time to keep up with my blog.  I know you don't come here because it is so fascinating or beautiful.  So you must be a friend!  Have a wonderful Thanksgiving!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5427261435130234590-8528398243533480619?l=bobandshar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobandshar.blogspot.com/feeds/8528398243533480619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5427261435130234590&amp;postID=8528398243533480619&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427261435130234590/posts/default/8528398243533480619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427261435130234590/posts/default/8528398243533480619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobandshar.blogspot.com/2008/11/when-i-count-my-blessings.html' title='When I count my blessings...'/><author><name>Sharlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17451591309820266130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5427261435130234590.post-9085858822979253300</id><published>2008-11-25T03:42:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T03:42:58.569-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Craziness...</title><content type='html'>My google home page is coming up in half German!    Is this a joke?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5427261435130234590-9085858822979253300?l=bobandshar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobandshar.blogspot.com/feeds/9085858822979253300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5427261435130234590&amp;postID=9085858822979253300&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427261435130234590/posts/default/9085858822979253300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427261435130234590/posts/default/9085858822979253300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobandshar.blogspot.com/2008/11/craziness.html' title='Craziness...'/><author><name>Sharlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17451591309820266130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5427261435130234590.post-7209094610174105589</id><published>2008-11-19T04:02:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T04:17:20.330-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Better sit down for this...</title><content type='html'>....it's a blog with (recent) pictures!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We celebrated my grandparent's 60th anniversary.  This picture is of them with most of their grandchildren and their spouses.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__YKyLlhz4bM/SSPl3tX964I/AAAAAAAAFVk/H1eG0AHxsZU/s1600-h/120.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270308734189300610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__YKyLlhz4bM/SSPl3tX964I/AAAAAAAAFVk/H1eG0AHxsZU/s320/120.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is pretty typical of Uncle Tin-Tin--a little one in each arm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__YKyLlhz4bM/SSPlVQlyqKI/AAAAAAAAFVc/hQ4VUzKBcjQ/s1600-h/086.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270308142347102370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__YKyLlhz4bM/SSPlVQlyqKI/AAAAAAAAFVc/hQ4VUzKBcjQ/s320/086.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Landen and Abby volunteered to serve the punch and did an excellent job.  They are just a couple days apart in age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__YKyLlhz4bM/SSPlVJEZ_lI/AAAAAAAAFVU/KIhlIMY3Mn8/s1600-h/107.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270308140328025682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__YKyLlhz4bM/SSPlVJEZ_lI/AAAAAAAAFVU/KIhlIMY3Mn8/s320/107.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We have a foster son right now.  Here he is with Papa Gary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__YKyLlhz4bM/SSPlU8O2m1I/AAAAAAAAFVM/tGqpFm2m_Ck/s1600-h/081.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270308136882182994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__YKyLlhz4bM/SSPlU8O2m1I/AAAAAAAAFVM/tGqpFm2m_Ck/s320/081.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Big Brother Michael celebrated his 17th birthday!  The ONLY cake he likes is ice cream cake--what a guy!  He's driving and has started stressing out about what he will do with his life.  I remember those days and wouldn't go back for anything!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__YKyLlhz4bM/SSPlUvpwYUI/AAAAAAAAFVE/lHgqooTIXWg/s1600-h/077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270308133505360194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__YKyLlhz4bM/SSPlUvpwYUI/AAAAAAAAFVE/lHgqooTIXWg/s320/077.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I got to spend a few days with my sweet sister and her family.  Here they are on their way to church Sunday morning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__YKyLlhz4bM/SSPlUTdXOhI/AAAAAAAAFU8/jV2pvBabBz8/s1600-h/076.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270308125937187346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__YKyLlhz4bM/SSPlUTdXOhI/AAAAAAAAFU8/jV2pvBabBz8/s320/076.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5427261435130234590-7209094610174105589?l=bobandshar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobandshar.blogspot.com/feeds/7209094610174105589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5427261435130234590&amp;postID=7209094610174105589&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427261435130234590/posts/default/7209094610174105589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427261435130234590/posts/default/7209094610174105589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobandshar.blogspot.com/2008/11/better-sit-down-for-this.html' title='Better sit down for this...'/><author><name>Sharlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17451591309820266130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__YKyLlhz4bM/SSPl3tX964I/AAAAAAAAFVk/H1eG0AHxsZU/s72-c/120.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5427261435130234590.post-5500102419392627661</id><published>2008-11-09T22:55:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T22:55:52.113-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Stumped and Amused</title><content type='html'>My niece Sabryn never fails to make me smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I was having a little heart to heart with her about giving her heart to Jesus.  She was looking very intense and serious.  I was pleased that she was really contemplating what I had to say.&lt;br /&gt;Until she said, "Aunt Shar, can I tell you something?"&lt;br /&gt;Then, pointing to a sign on the wall behind me, "That sign has 22 words in it."  That was the end of our heart to heart.  :-)&lt;br /&gt;A few minutes later she asked me, "Aunt Shar, if you could only keep half of your husband, which half of Uncle Bob would you keep?"  I was stumped until she offered a solution.&lt;br /&gt;She suggested that I would want to keep all of him!  Thanks, I think I will!  I love being auntie to 6 of the most fabulous kids in the world and adopted aunt to many others!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5427261435130234590-5500102419392627661?l=bobandshar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobandshar.blogspot.com/feeds/5500102419392627661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5427261435130234590&amp;postID=5500102419392627661&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427261435130234590/posts/default/5500102419392627661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427261435130234590/posts/default/5500102419392627661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobandshar.blogspot.com/2008/11/stumped-and-amused.html' title='Stumped and Amused'/><author><name>Sharlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17451591309820266130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5427261435130234590.post-6638578897942923900</id><published>2008-11-06T11:12:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T11:34:54.352-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What would your life monument look like?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__YKyLlhz4bM/SRMmrhP59qI/AAAAAAAAFU0/aWbrlVEeq2I/s1600-h/Jesus+grave+children.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265594918427555490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__YKyLlhz4bM/SRMmrhP59qI/AAAAAAAAFU0/aWbrlVEeq2I/s400/Jesus+grave+children.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My brother is a &lt;a href="http://www.findagrave.com/"&gt;http://www.findagrave.com/&lt;/a&gt; junkie. Recently he showed me this monument. The monument is of Brittiney Bevin leading several children to Jesus. From the time she was very young she wanted to be a missionary. She loved children and wanted to teach them about Jesus. She had her own checkbook but the only checks she ever wrote were to sponsor a child with Compassion International. She was killed in a car accident a 17.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a quote from the first website listed below:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Brittiney was just 17 when she died in a car accident on Sept. 22, 2003. She’d written A Dangerous Prayer in her journal the night before it happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"My dangerous prayer is that You will place broken-hearted people in my path and fill me with You so that I can let Your love heal their pain."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little did she know that her prayer would be answered in her death rather than her life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Magazine article with close up pictures of the monument: &lt;a href="http://www.tomwhitestudio.com/outlook1.html"&gt;http://www.tomwhitestudio.com/outlook1.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the Brittiney's page:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.findagrave.com/cgi-bin/fg.cgi?page=gr&amp;amp;GSim=1&amp;amp;GRid=14033506"&gt;http://www.findagrave.com/cgi-bin/fg.cgi?page=gr&amp;amp;GSim=1&amp;amp;GRid=14033506&lt;/a&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5427261435130234590-6638578897942923900?l=bobandshar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobandshar.blogspot.com/feeds/6638578897942923900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5427261435130234590&amp;postID=6638578897942923900&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427261435130234590/posts/default/6638578897942923900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427261435130234590/posts/default/6638578897942923900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobandshar.blogspot.com/2008/11/what-would-your-life-monument-look-like.html' title='What would your life monument look like?'/><author><name>Sharlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17451591309820266130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__YKyLlhz4bM/SRMmrhP59qI/AAAAAAAAFU0/aWbrlVEeq2I/s72-c/Jesus+grave+children.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5427261435130234590.post-696466402518037917</id><published>2008-10-31T01:48:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T01:56:20.661-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Crystal and Lauresa have posted answers to prayer and I have enjoyed them a lot.  I think it is always good to give God praise for answered prayer.  Here's one of my recent close calls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was making a trip to Joplin back in March for a job interview, it was dark and rainy. A mailtruck had wrecked and was sticking out in my lane and the mailman was standing beside it with a dim flashlight trying to steer people around it. I had to swerve to miss it and started hydroplaning all over the place. I was afraid I was either going to hit the mailman or go over the edge of the embankment. Then I felt the van straighten out and went sailed straight on down the highway! I was shaking but so thankful for God's protection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mentioned this in Crystal's comments.  What I forgot to say was that a few weeks later I mentioned this event to Liz.  She stopped and asked me exactly when that was.  I told her and she said that she had felt impressed to pray for me all day that day.  I know without a doubt that God's angels were flying along I-44 that night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5427261435130234590-696466402518037917?l=bobandshar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobandshar.blogspot.com/feeds/696466402518037917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5427261435130234590&amp;postID=696466402518037917&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427261435130234590/posts/default/696466402518037917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427261435130234590/posts/default/696466402518037917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobandshar.blogspot.com/2008/10/crystal-and-lauresa-have-posted-answers.html' title=''/><author><name>Sharlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17451591309820266130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5427261435130234590.post-1193251874086427896</id><published>2008-10-31T01:37:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T01:45:56.697-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Little bitty update...</title><content type='html'>Well, we didn't go to see Sarah Palin after all.  Friday morning found Bob and I both feeling pretty rotten and it was cold and rainy.    I got sicker as the day went on so I was glad I wasn't packed in with the 10,000 folks in Springfield. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been grumbling about a little situation lately.  Guess I needed an attitude check.  I couldn't sleep tonight and decided to check the website of the Duggar Family.  They are a wonderful Christian family in Arkansas with 17 kids and one on the way.  In fact, TLC is doing a reality series on them right now.   They are being beautiful testimonies of Christ's love and godly character.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read through their house guidelines and was convicted about my recent murmurings and complainings.    So, I'm resolving to do better with God's help.  Here's a link to their website.  They have a book coming out in December, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.duggarfamily.com/houseguidelines.html"&gt;http://www.duggarfamily.com/houseguidelines.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5427261435130234590-1193251874086427896?l=bobandshar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobandshar.blogspot.com/feeds/1193251874086427896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5427261435130234590&amp;postID=1193251874086427896&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427261435130234590/posts/default/1193251874086427896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427261435130234590/posts/default/1193251874086427896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobandshar.blogspot.com/2008/10/little-bitty-update.html' title='Little bitty update...'/><author><name>Sharlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17451591309820266130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5427261435130234590.post-8008033069934078965</id><published>2008-10-23T18:27:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T18:34:09.293-05:00</updated><title type='text'>We're going to see...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__YKyLlhz4bM/SQEJ5ylXG8I/AAAAAAAAFUU/M4HH2QjO2NM/s1600-h/todd+and+sarah+palin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260496728181119938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 315px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 275px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__YKyLlhz4bM/SQEJ5ylXG8I/AAAAAAAAFUU/M4HH2QjO2NM/s400/todd+and+sarah+palin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;SARAH PALIN!!!!! Woo hoo!! She is going to be at BassPro in Springfield tomorrow. I have never been to a rally so this ought to be fun! Any friendly advice would be appreciated!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5427261435130234590-8008033069934078965?l=bobandshar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobandshar.blogspot.com/feeds/8008033069934078965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5427261435130234590&amp;postID=8008033069934078965&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427261435130234590/posts/default/8008033069934078965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427261435130234590/posts/default/8008033069934078965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobandshar.blogspot.com/2008/10/we-going-to-see.html' title='We&amp;#39;re going to see...'/><author><name>Sharlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17451591309820266130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__YKyLlhz4bM/SQEJ5ylXG8I/AAAAAAAAFUU/M4HH2QjO2NM/s72-c/todd+and+sarah+palin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5427261435130234590.post-2978264771996652581</id><published>2008-10-15T23:07:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T23:52:15.363-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Of course...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__YKyLlhz4bM/SPbByD3qVSI/AAAAAAAAFUI/xnmUXcM5_BY/s1600-h/stork.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257602680778020130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__YKyLlhz4bM/SPbByD3qVSI/AAAAAAAAFUI/xnmUXcM5_BY/s400/stork.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__YKyLlhz4bM/SPa_SIMBfyI/AAAAAAAAFT4/oYs932gC5yQ/s1600-h/stork.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...some folks have the opposite problem!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thanks to everyone who has posted such thoughtful comments. I was pleasantly surprised to get a comment from Sandra Glahn, author of the book I suggested, &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Empty Arms! &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Her website is full of wonderful info, too! Here's the link:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.aspire2.com/"&gt;http://www.aspire2.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;******************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hannahsprayer.com/"&gt;http://www.hannahsprayer.com/&lt;/a&gt; also has resources for couples who are facing secondary infertility--have living children but have been unable to have more children.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In other news, there are several new bloggers lately! I think they are all added to my links list--so join me in welcoming Tyra, Mandy, Carla, Ricky, Margaret and more!!  I also fixed some links that were not working.  Let me know if you find more that I need to fix!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5427261435130234590-2978264771996652581?l=bobandshar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobandshar.blogspot.com/feeds/2978264771996652581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5427261435130234590&amp;postID=2978264771996652581&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427261435130234590/posts/default/2978264771996652581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427261435130234590/posts/default/2978264771996652581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobandshar.blogspot.com/2008/10/of-course.html' title='Of course...'/><author><name>Sharlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17451591309820266130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__YKyLlhz4bM/SPbByD3qVSI/AAAAAAAAFUI/xnmUXcM5_BY/s72-c/stork.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5427261435130234590.post-5074584662410752240</id><published>2008-10-15T02:09:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T05:21:26.007-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Breaking the Silence (see links list at bottom)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__YKyLlhz4bM/SPWpAdZQlyI/AAAAAAAAFTw/-nlFYv0guxo/s1600-h/eggs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257293965380589346" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 159px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 120px" height="148" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__YKyLlhz4bM/SPWpAdZQlyI/AAAAAAAAFTw/-nlFYv0guxo/s400/eggs.jpg" width="172" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;There's a very personal area of our lives that I have purposely left off my blog. For one thing, it's easy to be misunderstood in this format. I also have little tolerance for martyrdom and self-pity-we all have our crosses. But I think it is time to share this with you. Some of our closest friends are aware of this area and we are deeply indebted to them for their love and support. Perhaps our story will help someone else. I am going to outline some the unspoken questions you may have--questions about something called "infertility."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Are you going to have children?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; My standard answer, "I don't know, you'll have to ask God."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You put off having children so you could develop your career, right?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Wrong. Actually, I DIDN'T develop my career (go into management, etc) because I assumed I would have children and then be home with them most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your dogs are kind of like your kids, right? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Uh, no! That's disgusting to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Have you had or are you going to have any treatments--invitro, etc?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; No, not at this time. Bob and I have both felt very strongly that we are not to go that route.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why don't you adopt?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I know this sounds crazy, but we have had many people give us leads about kids that needed to be adopted. I counted recently and easily came up with 20!! different kids that we have considered adopting. Obviously, none of them have worked out and for a wide variety of reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You want my kids?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Thanks--but you would be begging for them back real soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What do I say? What do I not say?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Just be yourself. It's pretty difficult to offend me. It's fine to ask questions. If it's not a good time to talk about it, I will say so. Check out the links below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What are the most difficult things about infertility?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Mother's Day (I don't go to church on Mother's Day, it hurts too bad). Christmas, baby showers, and baby dedications are also difficult. Pregnancy announcements are difficult--some of our friends have made a special effort to let us know privately before their big announcement is made in a public place-such as church. That small gesture means a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Are you mad at God because you haven't had children?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I serve a big God who is capable of handling tough questions and my frustration and, yes, anger. The 10 years I have spent on this path of infertility has taught me many things. I have a deeper, more meaningful relationship with God. Bob and I have learned to enjoy each other's company and to face these challenges together. Most of all, I have learned that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;my value is not based on whether or not I can birth children...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;my value is based on the fact that God loves me, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;He created me with my own unique set of gifts and abilities, and &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;He loves me so much He died so that He could be with me forever!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What's next?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Stay tuned for possible developments...we just had another adoption lead. Do we dare to dream yet again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Links for more info:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hannah.org/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;www.hannah.org&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; --information for anyone with questions about infertility, adoption, miscarriages, infant loss, and much more. Explore the different links. There's info for friends, families, and pastors. The "Beliefs" and "Issues" links are especially helpful.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hannahsprayer.org/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;www.hannahsprayer.org&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The community forum part of the above link. It takes a little patience to get access but it is well worth the trouble. It is a Christian website and the girls there are wonderful to offer info and support.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.heritage-umc.org/html/helping_a_loved_one_with_infer.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;http://www.heritage-umc.org/html/helping_a_loved_one_with_infer.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; --this is a page that has basic info about do's and don'ts when trying to support a friend who is dealing with infertility.&lt;br /&gt;The best book I found on the subject is, &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"When Empty Arms Become a Heavy Burden."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; There are other books and websites out there if anyone needs more info I will be glad to help. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5427261435130234590-5074584662410752240?l=bobandshar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobandshar.blogspot.com/feeds/5074584662410752240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5427261435130234590&amp;postID=5074584662410752240&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427261435130234590/posts/default/5074584662410752240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427261435130234590/posts/default/5074584662410752240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobandshar.blogspot.com/2008/10/breaking-silence-see-links-list-at.html' title='Breaking the Silence (see links list at bottom)'/><author><name>Sharlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17451591309820266130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__YKyLlhz4bM/SPWpAdZQlyI/AAAAAAAAFTw/-nlFYv0guxo/s72-c/eggs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5427261435130234590.post-822321028703431345</id><published>2008-10-12T02:21:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T02:51:04.072-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__YKyLlhz4bM/SPGpkGGyb3I/AAAAAAAAFTg/wqYqz5nZDD4/s1600-h/Charles+and+Leo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256168677697548146" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__YKyLlhz4bM/SPGpkGGyb3I/AAAAAAAAFTg/wqYqz5nZDD4/s400/Charles+and+Leo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY, LEORA!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;Actually, her birthday isn't until Wednesday...my sister-in-law Leora is one of the most talented/gifted people you will ever meet. She shares her gifts generously. I am creatively-challenged in many ways. She has often helped me by doing such things as helping me decorate my house and setting up my blog. She also freely shares her three precious bundles of joy with this Auntie. and Uncle Bob!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;Love you, Leo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dose of inspiration&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: II Timothy 1:7 For God hath not given us the spirit of fear; but of power, and of love, and of a sound mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. New fun website: &lt;a href="http://www.picnik.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;www.picnik.com&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; --for editing pictures. And, the best part? It's free!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Welcome to a new blogger--longtime friend, Lauresa H.!! Drop her a line at: &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__YKyLlhz4bM/SPGsV2XPFNI/AAAAAAAAFTo/EO-ogDGWuy0/s1600-h/Lauresa+reese+Hollenbeck.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256171731488281810" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__YKyLlhz4bM/SPGsV2XPFNI/AAAAAAAAFTo/EO-ogDGWuy0/s400/Lauresa+reese+Hollenbeck.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://rcspcss8.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;http://rcspcss8.blogspot.com/&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5427261435130234590-822321028703431345?l=bobandshar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobandshar.blogspot.com/feeds/822321028703431345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5427261435130234590&amp;postID=822321028703431345&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427261435130234590/posts/default/822321028703431345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427261435130234590/posts/default/822321028703431345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobandshar.blogspot.com/2008/10/1.html' title=''/><author><name>Sharlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17451591309820266130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__YKyLlhz4bM/SPGpkGGyb3I/AAAAAAAAFTg/wqYqz5nZDD4/s72-c/Charles+and+Leo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5427261435130234590.post-6983171516000660723</id><published>2008-10-09T01:28:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T01:28:49.220-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Quote of the day...</title><content type='html'>"God gives His best to those who leave the choice to Him."&lt;br /&gt;What comfort...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5427261435130234590-6983171516000660723?l=bobandshar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobandshar.blogspot.com/feeds/6983171516000660723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5427261435130234590&amp;postID=6983171516000660723&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427261435130234590/posts/default/6983171516000660723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427261435130234590/posts/default/6983171516000660723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobandshar.blogspot.com/2008/10/quote-of-day.html' title='Quote of the day...'/><author><name>Sharlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17451591309820266130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5427261435130234590.post-5419305080705924406</id><published>2008-09-29T14:33:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T14:36:06.417-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Drum roll, please!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://heidiholmes.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://heidiholmes.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please join me in welcoming &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Heidi (Holmes) Easley&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to the Blogosphere! I looked through Angie's UBC pictures but didn't see one with Heidi in it for me to cut and paste. Anyway, Heidi has to be one of my favorite people to hang out with. I'm glad she has finally seen the light and moved to Missouri. (I am having trouble adding new links to my list. I know, my computer repairman would call it “PEBCAK” (problem exists between chair and keyboard).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5427261435130234590-5419305080705924406?l=bobandshar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobandshar.blogspot.com/feeds/5419305080705924406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5427261435130234590&amp;postID=5419305080705924406&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427261435130234590/posts/default/5419305080705924406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427261435130234590/posts/default/5419305080705924406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobandshar.blogspot.com/2008/09/drum-roll-please.html' title='Drum roll, please!!!!'/><author><name>Sharlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17451591309820266130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5427261435130234590.post-5412949710666774120</id><published>2008-09-27T04:11:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T05:25:08.898-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Top Ten List of Absolute Randomness</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__YKyLlhz4bM/SN36EM8k7UI/AAAAAAAAFTA/f7HoaXEvT0M/s1600-h/family+007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250627690685590850" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__YKyLlhz4bM/SN36EM8k7UI/AAAAAAAAFTA/f7HoaXEvT0M/s400/family+007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Aunt Shar with three of the six most awesome kids in the whole world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Website of the day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;a href="http://www.oneplace.com/"&gt;http://www.oneplace.com/&lt;/a&gt; all kinds of Christian ministries --including stuff for kiddos. I have been working through Nancy Leigh DeMoss' series about Miriam on Revive Our Hearts. You can listen to all of Focus on the Family's ministries there and much, much more.&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Presidential debate&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; --No real "classic" moments that will be played over in over in future generations. (Think Reagan's line about age...) I was really hoping the Maverick would have something clever up his sleeve!&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What I can't believe&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: I have allowed my brother, brother-in-law and Sarah Palin to turn me into a total political junky--well, for me anyway!&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Book I'm reading&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: "Loving God" by Charles Colson--good stuff.&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Quote of the day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: Honesty without love is brutality.&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ponder this&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: Our greatest desire? To be known. Our greatest fear? To be known.&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Corny jokes of the day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;What’s the difference between a southern zoo and a northern zoo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A southern zoo has a description of the animal on the front of the cage along with… a recipe...&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What do you call a fish with no eyes? &lt;em&gt;A fsh.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Person of the day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: everyone's favorite blogger--&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Angie!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Click on her name on the right and wish her a happy birthday!&lt;br /&gt;9. &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Latest adventure&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: Greyhound trip from Joplin to Oklahoma City to visit Lizzy and her family. Bob had to work at the last minute and the bus goes straight through with just a 20 minute stop in Tulsa. The fare was reasonable so I hopped on board. A first for me--traveling by commercial bus. Let me just say, the bus riding population as a whole is an interesting bunch. I had two very interesting seat mates. The first one was in his 70's and was headed to Texas to help move his finacee back to MIssouri. He was so sweet and happy to be getting married. I think his wife is one lucky woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second seatmate was a middle aged guy who was on his way home after four years in prison. My heart went out to him. Society is not kind to those in his predicament. He had no cash, no phone, no food. He used my phone to try to call someone to pick him up but could only leave a message on a machine. I never saw him again after we got off the bus. I hope he can put his life together again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;My birthday was the 18th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;--I am 36. Thankful to be alive, healthy, happy, very blessed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My favorite card was from a former patient of mine who is 95 and very spunky. The card arrived on my exact birthday. It was one of those that has a dial built in to set it for different birthdays--mine was set to say, "Happy 80th Birthday!" It was so thoughtful of her to remember my birthday---I'm sure she thought the dial said 18th! :-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5427261435130234590-5412949710666774120?l=bobandshar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobandshar.blogspot.com/feeds/5412949710666774120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5427261435130234590&amp;postID=5412949710666774120&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427261435130234590/posts/default/5412949710666774120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427261435130234590/posts/default/5412949710666774120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobandshar.blogspot.com/2008/09/top-ten-list-of-absolute-randomness.html' title='Top Ten List of Absolute Randomness'/><author><name>Sharlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17451591309820266130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__YKyLlhz4bM/SN36EM8k7UI/AAAAAAAAFTA/f7HoaXEvT0M/s72-c/family+007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5427261435130234590.post-7691275814538911416</id><published>2008-09-25T15:02:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T15:02:39.581-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A couple choruses to quieten your heart...</title><content type='html'>I Give All to You&lt;br /&gt;I give all my service to You&lt;br /&gt;I give all my service to You&lt;br /&gt;No matter the cost or what others do&lt;br /&gt;I give all my service to You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I give all my problems to You&lt;br /&gt;I give all my problems to You&lt;br /&gt;No matter the cost or what others do&lt;br /&gt;I give all my problems to You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I give all my family to You&lt;br /&gt;I give all my family to You&lt;br /&gt;No matter the cost or what others do&lt;br /&gt;I give all my family to You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I give all my future to You&lt;br /&gt;I give all my future to You&lt;br /&gt;No matter the cost or what others do&lt;br /&gt;I give all my future to You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I give all my worship to You&lt;br /&gt;I give all my worship to You&lt;br /&gt;No matter the cost or what others do&lt;br /&gt;I give all my worship to You&lt;br /&gt;I give all my worship to You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All Your Anxiety&lt;br /&gt;Hymn lyrics and music by Edward H. Joy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verse 1&lt;br /&gt;Is there a heart o’erbound by1 sorrow?&lt;br /&gt;Is there a life weighed down by care?&lt;br /&gt;Come to the cross, each burden bearing;&lt;br /&gt;All your anxiety—leave it there.&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;All your anxiety, all your care,&lt;br /&gt;Bring to the mercy seat, leave it there,&lt;br /&gt;Never a burden He cannot bear,&lt;br /&gt;Never a friend like Jesus!&lt;br /&gt;Verse 2&lt;br /&gt;No other friend so swift2 to help you,&lt;br /&gt;No other friend so quick to hear,&lt;br /&gt;No other place to leave your burden,&lt;br /&gt;No other one to hear your prayer.&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Verse 3&lt;br /&gt;Come then at once; delay no longer!&lt;br /&gt;Heed His entreaty kind and sweet,&lt;br /&gt;You need not fear a disappointment;&lt;br /&gt;You shall find peace at the mercy seat.&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5427261435130234590-7691275814538911416?l=bobandshar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobandshar.blogspot.com/feeds/7691275814538911416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5427261435130234590&amp;postID=7691275814538911416&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427261435130234590/posts/default/7691275814538911416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427261435130234590/posts/default/7691275814538911416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobandshar.blogspot.com/2008/09/couple-choruses-to-quieten-your-heart.html' title='A couple choruses to quieten your heart...'/><author><name>Sharlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17451591309820266130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5427261435130234590.post-8085187092135739455</id><published>2008-09-16T07:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T07:08:21.633-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Failed abortion, cerebral palsy--and still JOY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lBNcKes_gSI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lBNcKes_gSI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a story!!  This girl also has cerebral palsy.  I heard her story a long time ago on Focus on the Family.  Her name is Gianna.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5427261435130234590-8085187092135739455?l=bobandshar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobandshar.blogspot.com/feeds/8085187092135739455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5427261435130234590&amp;postID=8085187092135739455&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427261435130234590/posts/default/8085187092135739455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427261435130234590/posts/default/8085187092135739455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobandshar.blogspot.com/2008/09/failed-abortion-cerebral-palsy-and.html' title='Failed abortion, cerebral palsy--and still JOY!'/><author><name>Sharlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17451591309820266130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5427261435130234590.post-6561776093146370774</id><published>2008-09-15T03:52:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T04:11:45.505-05:00</updated><title type='text'>No bats in my belfry but...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__YKyLlhz4bM/SM4j4kGDaII/AAAAAAAAFSg/vD9r7l8sWxM/s1600-h/can%27t+sleep.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246170070601918594" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__YKyLlhz4bM/SM4j4kGDaII/AAAAAAAAFSg/vD9r7l8sWxM/s400/can%27t+sleep.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I can't sleep!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm afraid to guess why...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All I know is that there is a racket inside the wall by my head!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks to google--that confirmed my fears and worse.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My fearless hubby has set some traps&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The BEST case scenario is that a squirrel or two&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__YKyLlhz4bM/SM4mca2iuCI/AAAAAAAAFS4/aGzrBI3Gj2I/s1600-h/squirrel+banjo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246172885619488802" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="159" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__YKyLlhz4bM/SM4mca2iuCI/AAAAAAAAFS4/aGzrBI3Gj2I/s400/squirrel+banjo.jpg" width="145" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Are having a hoe-down right there by my bed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The worst case??? You don't really want to know!&lt;br /&gt;I just hope we can get it/them out and their entrance closed off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I do know that I am glad it's not a swarm of bees like blogger friend Mary Ellen had.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also don't suspect that it is an infestation of BATS like my cousin Sam had. (Hey, a bat hanging upside down in my toilet would truly send me over the edge!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5427261435130234590-6561776093146370774?l=bobandshar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobandshar.blogspot.com/feeds/6561776093146370774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5427261435130234590&amp;postID=6561776093146370774&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427261435130234590/posts/default/6561776093146370774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427261435130234590/posts/default/6561776093146370774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobandshar.blogspot.com/2008/09/no-bats-in-my-belfry-but.html' title='No bats in my belfry but...'/><author><name>Sharlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17451591309820266130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__YKyLlhz4bM/SM4j4kGDaII/AAAAAAAAFSg/vD9r7l8sWxM/s72-c/can%27t+sleep.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5427261435130234590.post-5788259723028978185</id><published>2008-09-13T20:17:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T20:49:09.297-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>“The typewriting machine, when played with expression, is no more annoying than the piano when played by a sister or near relation.”&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Oscar Wilde&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Liz and I were laughing the other day about Charles begging us to stop practicing when we were growing up.   I was looking for an Uppercase Living quote to put over the piano and ran across this one.  It reminded me of our conversation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5427261435130234590-5788259723028978185?l=bobandshar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobandshar.blogspot.com/feeds/5788259723028978185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5427261435130234590&amp;postID=5788259723028978185&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427261435130234590/posts/default/5788259723028978185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427261435130234590/posts/default/5788259723028978185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobandshar.blogspot.com/2008/09/typewriting-machine-when-played-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Sharlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17451591309820266130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5427261435130234590.post-1156524133902999808</id><published>2008-09-08T22:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T22:41:50.296-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My thoughts exactly</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://foxforum.blogs.foxnews.com/2008/09/08/cthomas_0908/#more-870"&gt;http://foxforum.blogs.foxnews.com/2008/09/08/cthomas_0908/#more-870&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5427261435130234590-1156524133902999808?l=bobandshar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobandshar.blogspot.com/feeds/1156524133902999808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5427261435130234590&amp;postID=1156524133902999808&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427261435130234590/posts/default/1156524133902999808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427261435130234590/posts/default/1156524133902999808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobandshar.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-thoughts-exactly.html' title='My thoughts exactly'/><author><name>Sharlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17451591309820266130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5427261435130234590.post-8368257602585470286</id><published>2008-09-08T14:56:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T15:01:42.829-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr McCain did NOT pay for this message...</title><content type='html'>Grrr.rr.......I can't get the youtube video to embed.  So, visit Sarah F's blog or search "Dear Mr Obama" on youtube for my latest favorite.  Be sure to watch to the end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5427261435130234590-8368257602585470286?l=bobandshar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobandshar.blogspot.com/feeds/8368257602585470286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5427261435130234590&amp;postID=8368257602585470286&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427261435130234590/posts/default/8368257602585470286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427261435130234590/posts/default/8368257602585470286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobandshar.blogspot.com/2008/09/mr-mccain-did-not-pay-for-this-message.html' title='Mr McCain did NOT pay for this message...'/><author><name>Sharlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17451591309820266130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5427261435130234590.post-6344044069657744875</id><published>2008-09-05T01:04:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T02:05:29.872-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Anniversaries, Munchkins, Confessions, Politics...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Happy Anniversary, Mom and Dad!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;38 years ago today, Dad had only been 18 a few days when he said, "I do" to his high school sweetheart! Just two years later I came along. I always say that we "grew up together." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Thanks for being such wonderful parents.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__YKyLlhz4bM/SMDMowlo5mI/AAAAAAAAFRo/3UeNHOKuMNg/s1600-h/family+013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242414966868862562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__YKyLlhz4bM/SMDMowlo5mI/AAAAAAAAFRo/3UeNHOKuMNg/s400/family+013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dad with Darrell Lee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__YKyLlhz4bM/SMDMpJB58GI/AAAAAAAAFRw/0jAgdfmzYOk/s1600-h/family+009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242414973429870690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__YKyLlhz4bM/SMDMpJB58GI/AAAAAAAAFRw/0jAgdfmzYOk/s400/family+009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mom doing a puzzle with Gracie and Darrell Lee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__YKyLlhz4bM/SMDMpT2ZNaI/AAAAAAAAFR4/rtaNpEd_-PY/s1600-h/family+007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242414976334378402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__YKyLlhz4bM/SMDMpT2ZNaI/AAAAAAAAFR4/rtaNpEd_-PY/s400/family+007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Spending some Auntie time with three special munchkins.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;My &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;confession&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is this, I am lazy about taking pictures. I love them and am always glad I took them but...I hate to be bothered with a camera! My neices and nephews know that if Aunt Shar is around they get my undivided attention if at all possible. So, I grab a few shots and borrow some from friends and just enjoy making memories...life is too short to not soak up every second.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Now, wasn't that a bizarre, utterly genius idea to appoint &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Sarah Palin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; for VP??? So, I admit, I walked right into the trap with 37 million others. I don't keep up with politics much anyway but was especially disinterested this year...until!!!!! If the Republicans wanted to "re-engerize the base"--I think they are well on their way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to agree with Tamara, the most precious moment of all was Little &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Piper&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Palin taking care of her baby brother. So sweet and unscripted. Search &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/&lt;/a&gt; Palin spit doo. Dad said I should tell Piper about Dippity Do! Anyone else remember that goop? It was so COLD when Mom would smear it on my hair. Then it was stiff as a board when it dried. My Uncle Kent, who is only ten years older than me, would beg Mom not to put that stuff in my hair! (BTW, Cheryl M. I thought of you when poor Trig was getting a spit bath/doo!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Totally unrelated...I love words. So does my brother Charles. He told me about a service offered by some web company that tries to clarify what you are searching for ("do you mean apples--like fruit, or computers, or....). The name of the service??? &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;disambiguation!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Clear as mud, huh?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__YKyLlhz4bM/SMDZT6HbofI/AAAAAAAAFSA/Iv2EMRgyZAk/s1600-h/skiis.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242428902300426738" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__YKyLlhz4bM/SMDZT6HbofI/AAAAAAAAFSA/Iv2EMRgyZAk/s400/skiis.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;We spent Labor Day weekend with family and friends. It was wonderfully relaxing. I have had a dream to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;water ski&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;yes, you read it correctly. So, thanks to some dear patient friends, I tried my hand, er, feet at it over the weekend. No luck this time but I won't quit trying!! Wish me luck!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My blog friend, Sarah F., says that sometimes her blogging comes out like ketchup--sometimes none, sometimes a tiny bit and sometimes it spills out all over the place...like this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw this on a church sign the other day and it was just what I needed at the moment. Maybe it will encourage you, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Put everything in God's hands and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;soon you will see God's hands in everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5427261435130234590-6344044069657744875?l=bobandshar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobandshar.blogspot.com/feeds/6344044069657744875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5427261435130234590&amp;postID=6344044069657744875&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427261435130234590/posts/default/6344044069657744875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427261435130234590/posts/default/6344044069657744875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobandshar.blogspot.com/2008/09/anniversaries-munchkins-confessions.html' title='Anniversaries, Munchkins, Confessions, Politics...'/><author><name>Sharlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17451591309820266130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__YKyLlhz4bM/SMDMowlo5mI/AAAAAAAAFRo/3UeNHOKuMNg/s72-c/family+013.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5427261435130234590.post-4381564377930733034</id><published>2008-08-28T05:41:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T05:47:17.510-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Photography Site</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__YKyLlhz4bM/SLaBIwTDlkI/AAAAAAAAFQ4/7E2gE6Gv6iU/s1600-h/art+picture+re-created.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239517203895916098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__YKyLlhz4bM/SLaBIwTDlkI/AAAAAAAAFQ4/7E2gE6Gv6iU/s400/art+picture+re-created.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Fun concept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__YKyLlhz4bM/SLaBJF8noVI/AAAAAAAAFRA/agf98jBvso0/s1600-h/Bizarre+sculptures+people+art.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239517209707389266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__YKyLlhz4bM/SLaBJF8noVI/AAAAAAAAFRA/agf98jBvso0/s400/Bizarre+sculptures+people+art.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__YKyLlhz4bM/SLaBJXpQq6I/AAAAAAAAFRI/DRO2fVppqgY/s1600-h/Snow+Scene.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239517214458031010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__YKyLlhz4bM/SLaBJXpQq6I/AAAAAAAAFRI/DRO2fVppqgY/s400/Snow+Scene.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love snow scenes.&lt;br /&gt; Yes, yes, I know...Photoshop is a wonderful thing.  I think it would be fun to own such a program, but I digress.  I found this fun site with nearly 2,000 pages of pictures!  Such creativity!  When you click on the link be sure to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;scroll down&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to see the pictures.   Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pixdaus.com/index.php?pageno=1&amp;amp;sort=ever"&gt;http://pixdaus.com/index.php?pageno=1&amp;amp;sort=ever&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/5427261435130234590-4381564377930733034?l=bobandshar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobandshar.blogspot.com/feeds/4381564377930733034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5427261435130234590&amp;postID=4381564377930733034&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427261435130234590/posts/default/4381564377930733034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427261435130234590/posts/default/4381564377930733034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobandshar.blogspot.com/2008/08/photography-site.html' title='Photography Site'/><author><name>Sharlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17451591309820266130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__YKyLlhz4bM/SLaBIwTDlkI/AAAAAAAAFQ4/7E2gE6Gv6iU/s72-c/art+picture+re-created.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5427261435130234590.post-2221491076632312647</id><published>2008-08-14T11:11:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T11:16:16.162-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Great Bible Resource!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/resources/audio/?source=2"&gt;http://www.biblegateway.com/resources/audio/?source=2&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We just discovered this link the other day.  You can listen to the Bible online--and choose from several different versions with various readers.  If you had trouble listening to other audio Bibles, I would encourage you to try this.  When I read, I tend to get distracted more easily.  I have listened to multiple chapters online recently and have learned a lot.  Maybe someone else will benefit from it, too.  Happy listening!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5427261435130234590-2221491076632312647?l=bobandshar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobandshar.blogspot.com/feeds/2221491076632312647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5427261435130234590&amp;postID=2221491076632312647&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427261435130234590/posts/default/2221491076632312647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427261435130234590/posts/default/2221491076632312647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobandshar.blogspot.com/2008/08/great-bible-resource.html' title='Great Bible Resource!'/><author><name>Sharlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17451591309820266130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5427261435130234590.post-8206530441333962239</id><published>2008-08-11T23:46:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T00:20:33.764-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Yippee!!!</title><content type='html'>I have embarked on a new adventure!  I started piano lessons today with my friend Esther.  It has been a dream of mine for many years to take lessons from her but it hasn't worked for various reasons.  So, today my dream came true and  I am so excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took lessons from the age of 4-5 until college but it was not in the direction of church music.  Those years of lessons gave me a good foundation to build on.  I do have a lot of bad habits to unlearn but I know the end result will be worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I have to get back in the groove of practice and written theory and those dreaded finger exercises dreamed up by a guy named Hanon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5427261435130234590-8206530441333962239?l=bobandshar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobandshar.blogspot.com/feeds/8206530441333962239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5427261435130234590&amp;postID=8206530441333962239&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427261435130234590/posts/default/8206530441333962239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427261435130234590/posts/default/8206530441333962239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobandshar.blogspot.com/2008/08/yippee.html' title='Yippee!!!'/><author><name>Sharlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17451591309820266130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5427261435130234590.post-4695602917771651117</id><published>2008-08-06T21:45:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T22:05:01.510-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Chocolate Thoughts, Etc</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__YKyLlhz4bM/SJplgtEykkI/AAAAAAAAE6I/ou9jgJMVsSE/s1600-h/Dove+Chocolate.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231605529674158658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__YKyLlhz4bM/SJplgtEykkI/AAAAAAAAE6I/ou9jgJMVsSE/s400/Dove+Chocolate.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;1. From my Dove Dark Chocolate wrapper: When two hearts race, they both win.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;2. For a good laugh, read Dave Barry's column "A journey into your colon." &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Disclaimer: contains one or two yucky words :-{  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Here's the link:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.miamiherald.com/418/story/427603.html"&gt;http://www.miamiherald.com/418/story/427603.html&lt;/a&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;3. If you like the music playing, you can click on the bottom right of the red playlist screen where it says, "Popout" and continue listening! Better yet, create your own playlist at &lt;a href="http://www.playlist.com/"&gt;http://www.playlist.com/&lt;/a&gt; --special thanks to Amy B. for cluing me in!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;4. Eleven years ago this week Bob took me out on our first date! He drove 8 hours to be at camp then it took him a whole week to get enough courage to talk to me and ask me out! By then camp was almost over. We had just met the month before at Youth Camp. Six short months later we were Mr and Mrs Bob S.! Love ya, Babe!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5427261435130234590-4695602917771651117?l=bobandshar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobandshar.blogspot.com/feeds/4695602917771651117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5427261435130234590&amp;postID=4695602917771651117&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427261435130234590/posts/default/4695602917771651117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427261435130234590/posts/default/4695602917771651117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobandshar.blogspot.com/2008/08/chocolate-thoughts-etc.html' title='Chocolate Thoughts, Etc'/><author><name>Sharlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17451591309820266130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__YKyLlhz4bM/SJplgtEykkI/AAAAAAAAE6I/ou9jgJMVsSE/s72-c/Dove+Chocolate.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5427261435130234590.post-8120165183761340063</id><published>2008-08-06T04:33:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T04:34:43.882-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Apologies</title><content type='html'>I have several "Blogospherians" to add to my list but blogspot won't let me!  I can delete but not add.  Don't worry, I'm keeping up with you on my Google Reader I just can't get you added here!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5427261435130234590-8120165183761340063?l=bobandshar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobandshar.blogspot.com/feeds/8120165183761340063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5427261435130234590&amp;postID=8120165183761340063&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427261435130234590/posts/default/8120165183761340063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427261435130234590/posts/default/8120165183761340063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobandshar.blogspot.com/2008/08/apologies.html' title='Apologies'/><author><name>Sharlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17451591309820266130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5427261435130234590.post-5666600523253828892</id><published>2008-08-06T04:00:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T04:38:49.027-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Random thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__YKyLlhz4bM/SJlpNjy5nPI/AAAAAAAAE6A/3aUrucAic8Q/s1600-h/IMG_0404.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231328123835489522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__YKyLlhz4bM/SJlpNjy5nPI/AAAAAAAAE6A/3aUrucAic8Q/s400/IMG_0404.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Don't I have a handsome father?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;People say, "He doesn't look old enough to be your dad!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Does that mean he looks young or that I look old???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Words that make me smile: superfluous--adj 1: serving no useful purpose; having no excuse for being. I think it's funny that we have such a fancy sounding word for that!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I am reading &lt;a href="mailto:Life@Work"&gt;Life@Work&lt;/a&gt; by John Maxwell. It's about merging the "Church You" and the "Work You." It is great for anyone but especially for professionals who are also involved in church work. The quotes that follow are from this book.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have always felt I was "called" to be a nurse so I thought this quote by AW Tozer was interesting:&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;It is not what a man does that determines &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;whether his work is sacred or secular, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;but why he does it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I firmly believe that we all minister/should have a ministry. Sure, you have to broaden your idea of ministry beyond preaching and being a missionary. Ministry is serving others. There are a million different ways to serve. Open your mind and ask God to lead you to your ministry--my guess is that it is closer than you think! Start by doing your present job to the best of your ability and go from there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;JM states, &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Serving--is the art and act of focusing on someone else's interest instead of your own&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Have you ever met someone with a real servant's heart? It's a beautiful thing to see in action. Service is it's own reward.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Another quote, this one from Albert Schweitzer:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;...&lt;em&gt;the only ones among you who will be happy are those who have sought and found how to serve.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Whoever you are led to serve, serve them as if they were Jesus himself. You may regret &lt;em&gt;un&lt;/em&gt;kindness, but you will never regret being patient, kind and forgiving.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5427261435130234590-5666600523253828892?l=bobandshar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobandshar.blogspot.com/feeds/5666600523253828892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5427261435130234590&amp;postID=5666600523253828892&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427261435130234590/posts/default/5666600523253828892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427261435130234590/posts/default/5666600523253828892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobandshar.blogspot.com/2008/08/random-thoughts.html' title='Random thoughts'/><author><name>Sharlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17451591309820266130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__YKyLlhz4bM/SJlpNjy5nPI/AAAAAAAAE6A/3aUrucAic8Q/s72-c/IMG_0404.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5427261435130234590.post-7046197400176941037</id><published>2008-07-26T11:27:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T11:34:41.832-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Think on this...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/__YKyLlhz4bM/SItSFO-tmhI/AAAAAAAAE44/NH8vOpdJfNI/s1600-h/electrical+outlet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/__YKyLlhz4bM/SItSFO-tmhI/AAAAAAAAE44/NH8vOpdJfNI/s400/electrical+outlet.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227362042367547922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's something to reflect on today!  This is from Paul's blog-check out his link in the sidebar.   Lord,  help us all to learn the beauty of trusting You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Sometimes I look at my children and think, “If you knew what I know, you’d quit asking for what you’re asking for!” You know what I mean. They cry when you forbid them to stick sharp metal objects in the electrical outlets. They beg to play with the neighbor kids that you just don’t feel comfortable with. They get upset when you insist that supper consist of more than M&amp;amp;M’s. And the list goes on and on…&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;As a parent there are somethings my children want that I know if they get, they’ll regret.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;I was reading in Psalms this morning (81:11-16) and I saw the heart of God the Father. It looks quite like that of a normal father. Check this out:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;blockquote style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;p&gt;My people would not listen to me; Israel would not submit to me.  12 &lt;strong&gt;So I gave them over to their stubborn hearts to follow their own devices. &lt;/strong&gt; 13 “If my people would but listen to me, if Israel would follow my ways, 14 how quickly would I subdue their enemies and turn my hand against their foes! 15 Those who hate the LORD would cringe before him, and their punishment would last forever. 16 But you would be fed with the finest of wheat; with honey from the rock I would satisfy you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;As I read this it occurs to me that &lt;strong&gt;very possibly the worst thing for me is the thing I want the worst!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;God is virtually saying, to those who refuse listen to Him, He will let them stick their finger in the socket, or play with those unsavory neighbors, or eat as many M&amp;amp;M’s as they want! The consequential shock, harm, and/or obesity is the natural result of our unwise desires… desires which were fueled by shortsighted, self-serving inexperience and which could have been avoided if we would have listened to our Father!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;As I read these words I prayed, “Oh God! Don’t let me have &lt;strong&gt;my way&lt;/strong&gt;! Please let me know Your way, and then give me the chutzpah to live it out!” The crazy thing here is that the way of the father is typically, in the case of humans, and always, in the case of our Heavenly Father, the best way!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Those who do “the way” of their Heavenly Father find satisfaction. Lord, help me to do life your way!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5427261435130234590-7046197400176941037?l=bobandshar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobandshar.blogspot.com/feeds/7046197400176941037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5427261435130234590&amp;postID=7046197400176941037&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427261435130234590/posts/default/7046197400176941037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427261435130234590/posts/default/7046197400176941037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobandshar.blogspot.com/2008/07/think-on-this.html' title='Think on this...'/><author><name>Sharlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17451591309820266130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/__YKyLlhz4bM/SItSFO-tmhI/AAAAAAAAE44/NH8vOpdJfNI/s72-c/electrical+outlet.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5427261435130234590.post-350271649890026101</id><published>2008-07-21T09:49:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T21:29:20.533-05:00</updated><title type='text'>July 4th</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/__YKyLlhz4bM/SISjNF5CJrI/AAAAAAAAE3Q/0Q4nyGc-_gw/s1600-h/DSCN0872.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225480912971638450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/__YKyLlhz4bM/SISjNF5CJrI/AAAAAAAAE3Q/0Q4nyGc-_gw/s400/DSCN0872.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Landen and Noah -setting off Black Cats in a pickle!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/__YKyLlhz4bM/SISjNkPtPnI/AAAAAAAAE3Y/w5SzUz29XOM/s1600-h/DSCN0868.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225480921119800946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/__YKyLlhz4bM/SISjNkPtPnI/AAAAAAAAE3Y/w5SzUz29XOM/s400/DSCN0868.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Grandpa with four of his great-granddaughters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/__YKyLlhz4bM/SISjOPkKC9I/AAAAAAAAE3g/WtyB9uzlwCE/s1600-h/DSCN0871.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225480932748299218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/__YKyLlhz4bM/SISjOPkKC9I/AAAAAAAAE3g/WtyB9uzlwCE/s400/DSCN0871.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Grandpa teaching the great grands about gardening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/__YKyLlhz4bM/SISjOgilg5I/AAAAAAAAE3o/2O0gcqFGmsk/s1600-h/DSCN0876.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225480937305113490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/__YKyLlhz4bM/SISjOgilg5I/AAAAAAAAE3o/2O0gcqFGmsk/s400/DSCN0876.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And pushing them on the swing. Not bad for almost 88!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/__YKyLlhz4bM/SISjPFb7zGI/AAAAAAAAE3w/_M_2SmqVwaI/s1600-h/DSCN0865.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225480947209325666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/__YKyLlhz4bM/SISjPFb7zGI/AAAAAAAAE3w/_M_2SmqVwaI/s400/DSCN0865.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hanging out at the ballfields.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5427261435130234590-350271649890026101?l=bobandshar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobandshar.blogspot.com/feeds/350271649890026101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5427261435130234590&amp;postID=350271649890026101&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427261435130234590/posts/default/350271649890026101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427261435130234590/posts/default/350271649890026101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobandshar.blogspot.com/2008/07/july-4th.html' title='July 4th'/><author><name>Sharlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17451591309820266130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/__YKyLlhz4bM/SISjNF5CJrI/AAAAAAAAE3Q/0Q4nyGc-_gw/s72-c/DSCN0872.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5427261435130234590.post-4744369057196074278</id><published>2008-07-21T09:35:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T21:28:24.202-05:00</updated><title type='text'>4th of July (Hey, it's ONLY the 21st!!)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/__YKyLlhz4bM/SISghrVVaxI/AAAAAAAAE2o/CRSSfzqbASE/s1600-h/DSCN0854.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225477968084953874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/__YKyLlhz4bM/SISghrVVaxI/AAAAAAAAE2o/CRSSfzqbASE/s400/DSCN0854.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;Grandma Joy and Aunt Naomi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/__YKyLlhz4bM/SISgh5IvAtI/AAAAAAAAE2w/P8VrcSiiHNQ/s1600-h/DSCN0860.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225477971790201554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/__YKyLlhz4bM/SISgh5IvAtI/AAAAAAAAE2w/P8VrcSiiHNQ/s400/DSCN0860.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kayli-Bug and Saby-Baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225477977158992306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/__YKyLlhz4bM/SISgiNIwQbI/AAAAAAAAE24/ou-VZC8EEIg/s400/DSCN0863.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;My Brother, the Home Run Hitter!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/__YKyLlhz4bM/SISgihONi8I/AAAAAAAAE3A/OGZbdbZOTes/s1600-h/DSCN0859.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225477982550592450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/__YKyLlhz4bM/SISgihONi8I/AAAAAAAAE3A/OGZbdbZOTes/s400/DSCN0859.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; Bob with Reagen Olivia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/__YKyLlhz4bM/SISgi6azjpI/AAAAAAAAE3I/teaxHQ_AV-8/s1600-h/DSCN0857.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225477989314301586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/__YKyLlhz4bM/SISgi6azjpI/AAAAAAAAE3I/teaxHQ_AV-8/s400/DSCN0857.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; Grandpa fried over 50# of chicken!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5427261435130234590-4744369057196074278?l=bobandshar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobandshar.blogspot.com/feeds/4744369057196074278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5427261435130234590&amp;postID=4744369057196074278&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427261435130234590/posts/default/4744369057196074278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427261435130234590/posts/default/4744369057196074278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobandshar.blogspot.com/2008/07/4th-of-july-hey-its-only-21st.html' title='4th of July (Hey, it&apos;s ONLY the 21st!!)'/><author><name>Sharlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17451591309820266130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/__YKyLlhz4bM/SISghrVVaxI/AAAAAAAAE2o/CRSSfzqbASE/s72-c/DSCN0854.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5427261435130234590.post-4770209878569851149</id><published>2008-07-13T18:34:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T18:35:31.393-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What I'm reading now...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/__YKyLlhz4bM/SHqRBSeWQoI/AAAAAAAAE2g/abWzp4YvSaM/s1600-h/prayer+yancey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/__YKyLlhz4bM/SHqRBSeWQoI/AAAAAAAAE2g/abWzp4YvSaM/s400/prayer+yancey.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222646169214534274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Good stuff.  Philip Yancey always makes you think.  Anyone else read this one?  What did you think?  I just got started but already found some great nuggets to reflect on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5427261435130234590-4770209878569851149?l=bobandshar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobandshar.blogspot.com/feeds/4770209878569851149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5427261435130234590&amp;postID=4770209878569851149&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427261435130234590/posts/default/4770209878569851149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427261435130234590/posts/default/4770209878569851149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobandshar.blogspot.com/2008/07/what-im-reading-now.html' title='What I&apos;m reading now...'/><author><name>Sharlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17451591309820266130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/__YKyLlhz4bM/SHqRBSeWQoI/AAAAAAAAE2g/abWzp4YvSaM/s72-c/prayer+yancey.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5427261435130234590.post-91056616440615977</id><published>2008-07-13T18:26:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T18:33:05.925-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/__YKyLlhz4bM/SHqQN0jGrpI/AAAAAAAAE2Y/WUguviW5Si0/s1600-h/light+bulb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/__YKyLlhz4bM/SHqQN0jGrpI/AAAAAAAAE2Y/WUguviW5Si0/s400/light+bulb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222645285008092818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;Before you criticize someone, you should walk a mile in their shoes. That way, when you criticize them, you're a mile away and you have their shoes.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;(Jack Handey, Deep Thoughts)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;More posts, pictures, and words of wisdom coming soon...computers in the shop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5427261435130234590-91056616440615977?l=bobandshar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobandshar.blogspot.com/feeds/91056616440615977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5427261435130234590&amp;postID=91056616440615977&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427261435130234590/posts/default/91056616440615977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427261435130234590/posts/default/91056616440615977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobandshar.blogspot.com/2008/07/before-you-criticize-someone-you-should.html' title=''/><author><name>Sharlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17451591309820266130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/__YKyLlhz4bM/SHqQN0jGrpI/AAAAAAAAE2Y/WUguviW5Si0/s72-c/light+bulb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5427261435130234590.post-5630199326906605737</id><published>2008-06-27T04:03:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T04:15:16.536-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Grandmother</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/__YKyLlhz4bM/SGSuK9frmoI/AAAAAAAAEVg/3ipgw7TqXA8/s1600-h/DSCF1764.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/__YKyLlhz4bM/SGSuK9frmoI/AAAAAAAAEVg/3ipgw7TqXA8/s400/DSCF1764.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216485771731245698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/__YKyLlhz4bM/SGSuLd0w5-I/AAAAAAAAEVo/Ht5MdgH4_XQ/s1600-h/DSCF1766.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/__YKyLlhz4bM/SGSuLd0w5-I/AAAAAAAAEVo/Ht5MdgH4_XQ/s400/DSCF1766.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216485780409608162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of you know by now that "Grandmother" passed away very early Thursday morning.  These pictures were taken just a few hours earlier.  Mom and I had gone to check on her because her arthritis had flared up and she could hardly get around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was in good spirits and tried to play catch with Rylan while we were there.  There's much I could say about Grandmother and how she has been so influential in my life but that will have to wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bob and I are at my parent's house and I have to work today so I need to get going.  Charles and Lizzy and their families are coming in today.  Visitation is Saturday evening from 6-8pm and the funeral is Sunday at 2:30pm here in Altamont.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5427261435130234590-5630199326906605737?l=bobandshar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobandshar.blogspot.com/feeds/5630199326906605737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5427261435130234590&amp;postID=5630199326906605737&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427261435130234590/posts/default/5630199326906605737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427261435130234590/posts/default/5630199326906605737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobandshar.blogspot.com/2008/06/grandmother.html' title='Grandmother'/><author><name>Sharlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17451591309820266130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/__YKyLlhz4bM/SGSuK9frmoI/AAAAAAAAEVg/3ipgw7TqXA8/s72-c/DSCF1764.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5427261435130234590.post-8185192906519677404</id><published>2008-06-18T21:32:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T22:31:16.379-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Best Things In Life...</title><content type='html'>...aren't things!  They are people.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" border="0" bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://smilebox.com/play/4d7a63344e544d7a4e773d3d0d0a&amp;campaign=blog_playback_link&amp;blogview=true" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img width="420" height="330" alt="Click to play Family and Friends" src="http://smilebox.com/snap/4d7a63344e544d7a4e773d3d0d0a.jpg" style="border: medium none ;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smilebox.com/?partner=smilebox&amp;campaign=blog_snapshot" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img width="420" height="46" alt="Create your own slideshow - Powered by Smilebox" src="http://www.smilebox.com/globalImages/blogInstructions/blogLogoSmilebox.gif" style="border: medium none ;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smilebox.com/slideshows" target="_blank"&gt;Make a Smilebox slideshow&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5427261435130234590-8185192906519677404?l=bobandshar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobandshar.blogspot.com/feeds/8185192906519677404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5427261435130234590&amp;postID=8185192906519677404&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427261435130234590/posts/default/8185192906519677404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427261435130234590/posts/default/8185192906519677404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobandshar.blogspot.com/2008/06/best-things-in-life.html' title='The Best Things In Life...'/><author><name>Sharlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17451591309820266130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5427261435130234590.post-8605922126787615050</id><published>2008-06-18T19:21:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T19:23:21.183-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Gotta love Mark Lowry!</title><content type='html'>This is Arthur Baber's favorite song--be sure and sing it for him the next time you see him!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MT7_MUiiuRU&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MT7_MUiiuRU&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm dead meat!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5427261435130234590-8605922126787615050?l=bobandshar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobandshar.blogspot.com/feeds/8605922126787615050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5427261435130234590&amp;postID=8605922126787615050&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427261435130234590/posts/default/8605922126787615050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427261435130234590/posts/default/8605922126787615050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobandshar.blogspot.com/2008/06/gotta-love-mark-lowry.html' title='Gotta love Mark Lowry!'/><author><name>Sharlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17451591309820266130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5427261435130234590.post-947837893803776546</id><published>2008-06-02T23:37:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T00:10:37.569-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I have so much to be thankful for...including...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/__YKyLlhz4bM/SETKkJmSiWI/AAAAAAAAD1A/2Oc2jBcbyaM/s1600-h/girl+praying.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207509791547754850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/__YKyLlhz4bM/SETKkJmSiWI/AAAAAAAAD1A/2Oc2jBcbyaM/s400/girl+praying.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;A warm home.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A job that I enjoy.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A multitude of friends.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A host of family who are also friends.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;That we had decided at the last minute to get the cell phone insurance on our new phones.  AND that after we reported our lost phone and had it replaced, we found the old one...of course!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A car for the transmission to go out on--like it just did.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A van that still runs.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;That Bob HAS teeth to break off and need immediate dental attention.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;That all 23 girls at the church sleep over weren't blown away despite the tornado watch.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;That the guys had a good time at their camp out the same night--despite the storm.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;That the washer--that has not run since our move 6+ weeks ago, is still under warranty and the repair man is coming for the 4th time tomorrow.  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;That the broken washer has given us an excuse to spend extra time at my parents' house.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;For blogs--that keep me in touch with my family and friends.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;For our church family--those that we worship with each week as well as our "extended" church family.  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Prayer.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;That I have hands that are able to do so many things-type these words, grasp my cell phone, butter a slice of bread.  That my legs can walk.  That my body does so many things day in and day out that I don't even think about.  (I see people all day long who would gladly trade me places--imperfections and all!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;For my Honey who thinks it is his mission in life to break the tension with some kind of ornery joke that invariably makes people laugh.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;For neices and nephews--they inspire me to enjoy life a little more.  I am becoming an expert at trampoline jumping, BB gun shooting, playing pretend, Play-Doh sculptures, and making tents in Grandma's living room out of chairs and blankets.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;For HOPE.  The Bible says that without hope we are of all men most miserable (or something like that).  Hope is defined as the "expectation of good things." &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;For you, my readers who care enough to keep up with my erratic postings...and for google reader that makes it easier for you to do that!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;That we have friends and family back in Troy to miss.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;For Elise--that she has graduated, has a good summer job and plans for college.  So proud of you, girl!  (Big hugs!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;In case you are wondering, we are still happy that we moved.  We know it was the right decision but that doesn't mean we don't miss some of our friends in Troy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I started cross-training in the ER this week.  I am really enjoying that.  I plan to pick up a few hours of overtime here and there in the ER.  It's just good experience and a change of pace but I wouldn't want to do it full-time, at least not right now.  I will be able to take some advanced classes too that I have been wanting to take--AND the hospital will pay for the classes and pay me to attend them!  What a deal!  The classes are required for ER nurses.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, it's getting late.  I will spend my day off tomorrow like most of the others lately--waiting for the washer repairman and on the phone/computer trying to straighten out mail/bills/bank accounts that have manage to get mangled in the move.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5427261435130234590-947837893803776546?l=bobandshar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobandshar.blogspot.com/feeds/947837893803776546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5427261435130234590&amp;postID=947837893803776546&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427261435130234590/posts/default/947837893803776546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427261435130234590/posts/default/947837893803776546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobandshar.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-have-so-much-to-be-thankful.html' title='I have so much to be thankful for...including...'/><author><name>Sharlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17451591309820266130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/__YKyLlhz4bM/SETKkJmSiWI/AAAAAAAAD1A/2Oc2jBcbyaM/s72-c/girl+praying.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry></feed>
