<?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-1153667164614380475</id><updated>2012-02-12T12:26:16.658-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Sweetness of Life</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohiocaligal.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1153667164614380475/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohiocaligal.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1153667164614380475/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Barb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16416067746527777565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9wfOsQ03Jb4/ScuewTbw4RI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ii-_XWY8Rg4/S220/Our+Rings.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>109</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1153667164614380475.post-4491302589359039221</id><published>2012-02-12T12:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-12T12:26:16.675-08:00</updated><title type='text'>THIS BLOG</title><content type='html'>When I started this blog I wanted to inspire and hopefully lead family members back to Christ. To tell of the sweetness of life that only knowing God offers. But it didn't continue to be that way. &lt;br /&gt;Today I was reading my Friends blog and she talked about Leviticus the book of the law and about the offerings made to God by his people through the High Priest. She talked about the Burnt offering (blood), the Grain offering and the Peace offering and as I read I saw my life. One that for years I thought dedicated to God but now know it was just a passage if time. I know that I have a very long way to go to get to where I really want to be. (I truly do love my Heavenly Father and I do want my life to reflect him.)&lt;br /&gt;God is an awesome father, friend and most of a patient God waiting for us (me)to see what we (I) need to see in order to live our (my life)lives for him.&lt;br /&gt;Today is Sunday a day that should see me in Church serving him and leading others to him, guiding but here I am at home after a late night watching TV and reading.&lt;br /&gt;I really miss being in church, singing his praises and learning but fears since moving back to Ohio has kept me bound. I want to loose those fears and truly get back to worshipping God. But for that I need a church home. But where do I go. If I choose another church other then the one we have been attending which is my mother-in-laws home church I could end up hurting her and she is a really sweet lady and I care for her very much but I don't feel lead to make that my home church I feel like an outsider and besides that it is a long drive to get there and I don't like driving all that much especially in the snow. I have some very big decisions to make here and quickly as I really need to be back serving God and not just doing lip service so if any of you read this please keep me in prayer. But one thing is a sure given I do want my life to reflect God to all who see it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1153667164614380475-4491302589359039221?l=ohiocaligal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohiocaligal.blogspot.com/feeds/4491302589359039221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohiocaligal.blogspot.com/2012/02/this-blog.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1153667164614380475/posts/default/4491302589359039221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1153667164614380475/posts/default/4491302589359039221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohiocaligal.blogspot.com/2012/02/this-blog.html' title='THIS BLOG'/><author><name>Barb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16416067746527777565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9wfOsQ03Jb4/ScuewTbw4RI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ii-_XWY8Rg4/S220/Our+Rings.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1153667164614380475.post-2813493311878144398</id><published>2011-09-26T12:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-26T12:46:23.169-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ARE YOU ALONE</title><content type='html'>Man people seem to be a part of a big "happy" family. They have children, spouse and some even have parents still living and most have a sibling or two to pester them now and then.  But even with all that there are some out there that are "alone".  They have loved ones but do those loved ones really know them.  Do they embrass them and let them know they are loved and cared for.  OR are they alone.  Do they make them feel a part of the family or do they go about their business as usual.  I remember the words to the song &lt;strong&gt;"CATS AND THE CRADLE AND THE SILVER SPOON"&lt;/strong&gt; that basically starts out with the child asking the father to spend time with him and the father says &lt;strong&gt;"We'll get together then son"&lt;/strong&gt; and later as the years have gone the father asks the son the same question, and the son replies &lt;strong&gt;"we'll get together then dad."&lt;/strong&gt; But that time never comes and before you know it that loved one is gone.  They had a family but they were alone, either because they didn't let the family in or because they were busy or distance kept them apart.  Sometimes in seconds families the children don't like the parents new spouse or they resent the love that that "Step " Parent has to offer because they feel there parent is the only ones that can love them.  But really that's not true.  A child can have stepparents love like or even better then the real parent.  But what I am saying is that look at your family.  Do you see one that is in the midst of the family by really is n ot there but on the outside looking in wanting to be a part but not being accepted for who they are or what they can offer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1153667164614380475-2813493311878144398?l=ohiocaligal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohiocaligal.blogspot.com/feeds/2813493311878144398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohiocaligal.blogspot.com/2011/09/are-you-alone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1153667164614380475/posts/default/2813493311878144398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1153667164614380475/posts/default/2813493311878144398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohiocaligal.blogspot.com/2011/09/are-you-alone.html' title='ARE YOU ALONE'/><author><name>Barb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16416067746527777565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9wfOsQ03Jb4/ScuewTbw4RI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ii-_XWY8Rg4/S220/Our+Rings.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1153667164614380475.post-4489059235165811111</id><published>2011-08-22T15:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-22T15:15:55.834-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DOG DAYS OF SUMMER</title><content type='html'>The "Dog Days of Summer", that's August, it's the time of year when the heat of the day makes you want to lie down somewhere cool and sleep the day away. But we can't there is to much to do? Its been a month since I last blogged. And What I have blogged about is pretty much nothing. Since July my newly married daughter Hannah and her new Hubby Julian they are expecting a boy??? Now that Danielle is pregnant again with number four someone had to get pregnant besides her. That's the way it's been. One of these days Danielle will have a pregnancy all by herself. :) Danielle and Richie are expecting another girl. Clara will be her name. The economy is in the dumps once again. Congress wants more money and the people are tired of all the BS we get form the government. We want less hype and more work. Leave the middle class alone and hit the billionaires for some aid. The middle class supports the poor and then some. But like I said its the "Dog Days of Summer and the heat gets us rallied up. Lets hope we have a better month is September.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1153667164614380475-4489059235165811111?l=ohiocaligal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohiocaligal.blogspot.com/feeds/4489059235165811111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohiocaligal.blogspot.com/2011/08/dog-days-of-summer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1153667164614380475/posts/default/4489059235165811111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1153667164614380475/posts/default/4489059235165811111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohiocaligal.blogspot.com/2011/08/dog-days-of-summer.html' title='DOG DAYS OF SUMMER'/><author><name>Barb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16416067746527777565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9wfOsQ03Jb4/ScuewTbw4RI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ii-_XWY8Rg4/S220/Our+Rings.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1153667164614380475.post-3756072697327548666</id><published>2011-07-05T12:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-05T12:48:52.231-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY 4TH OF JULY 2011</title><content type='html'>We celebrated the birth of our nation once again this year in 2011. I am proud to be an American. I thank all the members both past present and future for securing our Nation and keeping us safe. This year we had the barbecue here at our house as Mom and ray were invited to Aunt Naomi's in Zanesville. We had a wonderful time eating talking and sharing with each other. Glen Jr and his wife were the 1st here but then they live above us. My brother Rick showed up next followed by Jimmy Lee and then Sandy and her family. We ate to much and talked to much but we had a wonderful time being together. After it was done and Mom and Ray were home, we went up to their house and played cards.&lt;br /&gt;It was a blessed day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1153667164614380475-3756072697327548666?l=ohiocaligal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohiocaligal.blogspot.com/feeds/3756072697327548666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohiocaligal.blogspot.com/2011/07/happy-4th-of-july-2011.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1153667164614380475/posts/default/3756072697327548666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1153667164614380475/posts/default/3756072697327548666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohiocaligal.blogspot.com/2011/07/happy-4th-of-july-2011.html' title='HAPPY 4TH OF JULY 2011'/><author><name>Barb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16416067746527777565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9wfOsQ03Jb4/ScuewTbw4RI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ii-_XWY8Rg4/S220/Our+Rings.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1153667164614380475.post-2567816653925136914</id><published>2011-06-29T08:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-29T08:29:47.893-07:00</updated><title type='text'>YESTERDAY, TODAY TOMORROW</title><content type='html'>Yesterday seems so very far away Oh I believe in yesterday.... By the Beatles, How many of us hold onto the memories of yesterday and don't see today? I have so wanted my life to be different from what I have had. But unless we reach for what we want, life passes you by. Yesterday was just here but today it is gone. Today is here and tomorrow is not promised to us yet we live for tomorrow and forget today. Why? Today is here and it is beautiful and full of so many things both wonderful and sad. Today I have a husband who loves and trust me, who believes in me. Today I have children who are healthy and prosperous. Today I have life in abundance. Today I have the father in heaven watching out for me and my family, he provides and protects and he loves me. Today is the first day of the rest of my life. Today I give this day back to the father who gave it to me so that he may use me to his glory. Today I am his child and I thank him for the gift of today. Yesterday is gone and tomorrow may never come so today I rejoice and say Thank you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1153667164614380475-2567816653925136914?l=ohiocaligal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohiocaligal.blogspot.com/feeds/2567816653925136914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohiocaligal.blogspot.com/2011/06/yesterday-today-tomorrow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1153667164614380475/posts/default/2567816653925136914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1153667164614380475/posts/default/2567816653925136914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohiocaligal.blogspot.com/2011/06/yesterday-today-tomorrow.html' title='YESTERDAY, TODAY TOMORROW'/><author><name>Barb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16416067746527777565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9wfOsQ03Jb4/ScuewTbw4RI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ii-_XWY8Rg4/S220/Our+Rings.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1153667164614380475.post-2934139220334826747</id><published>2011-06-15T12:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-15T12:24:55.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Expectancy Drops throughout the USA</title><content type='html'>I read an article today on "Life Expectancy", in certain counties in the USA and how it is dropping. They aren't sure what is causing this because these counties are next to ones where life expectancy is increasing. They think it may be because of high rates of obesity, smoking and other preventable health problems.&lt;br /&gt;Well to my way of thinking it might very well be because of the above mentions items. But preventable health problems are on the rise. Why because of the lack of health care in smaller communities. All your bigger cities have "Health Clinics', but smaller rural areas can't afford clinics and being poor its harder for folks to get to the bigger cities to get to the clinics to be seen. Makes sense. Or how about druggies get seen before ailing older folks, I could go on and on. Our society has become a bleeding heart society in that we want to help the poor but they don't want to dirty their hands. They have programs out there but many don't know how to access them, or are limited in that they are not computer savvy or just don't have access to a computer. &lt;br /&gt;We are in the middle of an economic downtrend in other words a depression. Many are out of work for many reason one being automation another being the closing of many manufacturing plants that either lost profitability or an overseas company does it cheaper.  Thus no money poorer people, no transportation so there is the answer to the problem We will always has the poor among us no matter what, and we can't meet all the peoples needs.  Someone has to help those out who can't help themselves.&lt;br /&gt;Those "Life Expectany Drops"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1153667164614380475-2934139220334826747?l=ohiocaligal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohiocaligal.blogspot.com/feeds/2934139220334826747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohiocaligal.blogspot.com/2011/06/life-expectancy-drops-throughout-usa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1153667164614380475/posts/default/2934139220334826747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1153667164614380475/posts/default/2934139220334826747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohiocaligal.blogspot.com/2011/06/life-expectancy-drops-throughout-usa.html' title='Life Expectancy Drops throughout the USA'/><author><name>Barb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16416067746527777565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9wfOsQ03Jb4/ScuewTbw4RI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ii-_XWY8Rg4/S220/Our+Rings.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1153667164614380475.post-6136412576647883529</id><published>2011-03-22T12:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-22T12:48:05.872-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FELICIA</title><content type='html'>How do you describe that moment in your life when you have your first Grandchild? It's a moment in time that stands out, more grands come but that first one is so special, It brings back the time when I held my new son Thomas for the first time. There are no words to describe that feeling, such overwhelming love. We call it bonding but it is so much more. On Oct 2, 1998 Felicia Marie Edwards was born to Jennifer Laverne Bither and Larry Darnell Edwards.  And whe I held that little bundle in my arms she was mine form then on.  Gramma's first grandchild.&lt;br /&gt;That memory is in my heart for all eternity and so is the greatest loss I've experienced. That of losing that first Grandchild on May 5, 2007. It was late I was in bed when the phone rang. My son Richard said mom Fe's gone, I said don't joke about a thing like that. Mom Fe was killed today and I lost it. She was only 15 years old. She was a bubbly energetic child who became her mamma's right arm. She took care of her Brother and sisters while mom was at school. She did what she was asked and she did a good job. But now she's gone from us until such time as we see her in heaven again. This year on May 5th, 2011 marks four years she's been gone but it feels like yesterday I got the news. She would have graduated this year She would be 19 now. Do I hate the people her caused her death, No but I do hate the cover up that was done. Do I forgive the drivers who were responsible, yes, because I must, that is what Jesus said. &lt;br /&gt;So in one month and 13 days marks the 4th year of our loss.&lt;br /&gt;I will always think of her, I will always sing her "Sunshine song." And only for her. I will always miss her.&lt;br /&gt;I love you Fe. Gramma love you very much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1153667164614380475-6136412576647883529?l=ohiocaligal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohiocaligal.blogspot.com/feeds/6136412576647883529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohiocaligal.blogspot.com/2011/03/felicia.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1153667164614380475/posts/default/6136412576647883529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1153667164614380475/posts/default/6136412576647883529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohiocaligal.blogspot.com/2011/03/felicia.html' title='FELICIA'/><author><name>Barb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16416067746527777565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9wfOsQ03Jb4/ScuewTbw4RI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ii-_XWY8Rg4/S220/Our+Rings.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1153667164614380475.post-8189737057813981890</id><published>2011-03-05T18:45:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-05T18:55:18.349-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I AM SPECIAL</title><content type='html'>Years ago when my oldest Thomas son was in elementary school one of his teachers sent home a plaque with his picture and a hand print on it. On this there was a poem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am Special,&lt;br /&gt;I am me,&lt;br /&gt;There's no one else I'd rather be. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A simple poem but to me it was incomplete. It needed more. So I played with it and added to it. And years later I used this in a project in our children's church with pictures of the children with their pictures on it. And since that time I have added more.&lt;br /&gt;The poem went like this: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am Special,&lt;br /&gt;I am Me.&lt;br /&gt;There's no one else I'd rather be.&lt;br /&gt;A gift from God sent down to earth.&lt;br /&gt;I am a gift of great worth.&lt;br /&gt;So cherish me when I am small,&lt;br /&gt;And Teach to me God golden rules.&lt;br /&gt;So when I'm big I can call on him.&lt;br /&gt;And know that I am complete with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we are complete with God. Because he made us each special and unique.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So remember we are all special in his eyes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1153667164614380475-8189737057813981890?l=ohiocaligal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohiocaligal.blogspot.com/feeds/8189737057813981890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohiocaligal.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-am-special_05.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1153667164614380475/posts/default/8189737057813981890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1153667164614380475/posts/default/8189737057813981890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohiocaligal.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-am-special_05.html' title='I AM SPECIAL'/><author><name>Barb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16416067746527777565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9wfOsQ03Jb4/ScuewTbw4RI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ii-_XWY8Rg4/S220/Our+Rings.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1153667164614380475.post-2254417582836269413</id><published>2011-03-05T18:45:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-05T18:45:16.031-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I AM SPECIAL</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1153667164614380475-2254417582836269413?l=ohiocaligal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohiocaligal.blogspot.com/feeds/2254417582836269413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohiocaligal.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-am-special.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1153667164614380475/posts/default/2254417582836269413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1153667164614380475/posts/default/2254417582836269413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohiocaligal.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-am-special.html' title='I AM SPECIAL'/><author><name>Barb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16416067746527777565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9wfOsQ03Jb4/ScuewTbw4RI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ii-_XWY8Rg4/S220/Our+Rings.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1153667164614380475.post-9168691413040991016</id><published>2011-02-03T08:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T10:00:57.808-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MY DREAM</title><content type='html'>Last night I had a dream. I was at a baby shower or baby dedication, not sure which. I should have written it down but again I didn't. In the dream there were two babies. There was also a lot of women there. I was quoting Duet chapter 6. Where we are to bring our children to God to raise them. There was other scriptures but Duet. stuck qith me for some reason. I was told that I needed to head up a women's ministry. And then I woke up. Or I should say the cat woke me up. Good thing as our alarm didn't go off and it was 7:00 A.M. and we were late by half an hour. :( But the dream or parts of it are still with me even after 5 plus hours.&lt;br /&gt;I know I should be more involved in church but have been holding back because of what went on at my old church. No they never hurt me but when I left to move back home I felt cheated by my Church family. I don't want to be in that position again. I want the spiritual freedom that I see in my friend Debi. The closeness she has with God and her family and her husband. No I do not envy her. She is truly blessed. But I do wish to have that closeness she has. Is this dream telling me to get more involved or is it telling me something else. Is the fact that two children were also in the dream mean something.  Could it be that I am missing something? By asking these questions in a way am I answering myself. Am I missing something here? A relationship with my heavenly father that has been on hold for a long while now. Out of fear, no not fear , and not out of guilt. But on the hold just the same. Maybe this is what that dream was years ago where I was in my back yard at 5939 San Miguel Rd. in Bonita/Sunnyside CA. God was coming and the angels filled the sky. My mom was there my kids and friends at the time. But I was undecided and God left me hanging there and said I needed to make up my mind. Maybe I'm at that time. Duet 6 is about dedicating the raising of a baby in God holy words. To give that child the best of Church, Home and School. Am I that child? Or is it someone else?&lt;br /&gt;I pray for an answer.  DREAMS?&lt;br /&gt;"But as for me and my House We will serve the Lord."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1153667164614380475-9168691413040991016?l=ohiocaligal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohiocaligal.blogspot.com/feeds/9168691413040991016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohiocaligal.blogspot.com/2011/02/my-dream.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1153667164614380475/posts/default/9168691413040991016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1153667164614380475/posts/default/9168691413040991016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohiocaligal.blogspot.com/2011/02/my-dream.html' title='MY DREAM'/><author><name>Barb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16416067746527777565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9wfOsQ03Jb4/ScuewTbw4RI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ii-_XWY8Rg4/S220/Our+Rings.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1153667164614380475.post-5894193218433492541</id><published>2011-01-27T05:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-27T06:41:35.191-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"???????????"</title><content type='html'>Questions! We all have them at one time or another? As a child we all go through that phase where we constantly ask why?, How?, or where? as parents we shudder at the constant questions but why? Questions show that our child is exploring his world, Trying to figure out how it works, or how other people think or do things. So we discourage them with glib remarks like I don't have time for this or If you ask one more question I'll put you to bed early or some such remark.&lt;br /&gt;But here's my question why do we do it? We want our kids to learn and we want them to learn from us. Not some stranger that we don't even know. We trust teachers everyday to answer questions for our children trusting them to give them basic answers that all children have. But are they giving them the answers we want them to have. No I'm not talking about answers to learning things like math, science or spelling, but when we don't take the time to talk to them when they have questions that to us seems simple they will go to others for those answers and what they get may not be what we want our kids to know. That holds for children as well as adults. And as adults we trust that what we taught will hold fast in our children, but we still have to be open because they are still our children no matter what age they get to be. We need to answer the questions they have even if we are not comfortable with that question, we need to be honest enough to say I don't know but lets explore your options. Recently I came into a situation where my adult child was looking at "meditation" as a way of finding herself. Of seeking answers in an area that to me is off limits. I have been taught that meditations, leads to visions, that leads tarot cards or seeing a palm reader, that leads to dealing with Occult. It scared the heck out of me. So I did the wrong thing by rebuking it in a public forum. Instead of talking to my adult child about my fears I closed myself off. I hid behind my fear. Oh, I prayed about it but I did not talk to my child. I did not even try to talk to that child. Why, because I knew that I'd get pat answers. (This is a wrong attitude to take.) Yes, my child was going thru a difficult time. Yes my child is living in another state. So I am not close at hand to be the parent I once thought I would be. But instead of asking why. I did the pat thing, I closed myself off. Thinking that this child is a grown adult. This child can do what needs to be done to find the peace sought. But I was wrong. I was told that, how I sought answers is not how my child seeks answers. That my western religion is a bunch of people who talk the talk Sunday but on Monday forget what was taught. And in some cases that is true. But not all people who are "Christians" are of that ilk. The ones I know are true believers. They have that relationship with the Lord that many seek but never find. Yes I do know the kind my child speaks of. But I know a few who really walk the walk and talk the talk. Those are who I trust. They told me what I knew in my heart is that my child needs to seek the true face of God. Seek that inner peace that only he can bring. We can look for answers to our questions in meditation, drugs, alcohol or even free sex. But we won't ever find the peace we need unless we seek the face of God. Truly seek his face, not in the physical but in the spiritual. Many churches today have lost the way. And Jesus taught this in his lessons on the seven churches. There is only one way to find the peace my child seeks and that is by asking Jesus back. Seek his face and my child will find the peace sought after. I to have found his peace. Peace from the worries of everyday life. By being in his presence. Life is not easy, its full of questions with no easy answers but we can make finding those answers when we have the Lord by our side in a true spiritual relationship. I was told this week that the very center verse of the Bible is found in &lt;strong&gt;Matthew 6:33 Seek ye first the kingdom of God and all else will be added unto you.&lt;/strong&gt; Amazing that God who should be the center of our life has put that verse at the center of his word. ?????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1153667164614380475-5894193218433492541?l=ohiocaligal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohiocaligal.blogspot.com/feeds/5894193218433492541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohiocaligal.blogspot.com/2011/01/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1153667164614380475/posts/default/5894193218433492541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1153667164614380475/posts/default/5894193218433492541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohiocaligal.blogspot.com/2011/01/blog-post.html' title='&quot;???????????&quot;'/><author><name>Barb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16416067746527777565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9wfOsQ03Jb4/ScuewTbw4RI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ii-_XWY8Rg4/S220/Our+Rings.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1153667164614380475.post-6001083595799502996</id><published>2011-01-23T18:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-23T18:29:58.069-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Loneliness</title><content type='html'>There is this loneliness that fills my heart with pain.&lt;br /&gt;Knowing that you're out there.&lt;br /&gt;Not caring, not sharing knowing that I'm waiting.&lt;br /&gt;To hear a word from you.&lt;br /&gt;Birthdays come, and holidays.&lt;br /&gt;And still I wait in vain&lt;br /&gt;For just a card or phone call to say I know you're here.&lt;br /&gt;This loneliness that fills me.&lt;br /&gt;Can be gently washed away.&lt;br /&gt;Just pick the phone and call me.&lt;br /&gt;To let me know you are ok.&lt;br /&gt;I call you on the phone myself&lt;br /&gt;It rings and rings and rings.&lt;br /&gt;But still I sit here waiting.&lt;br /&gt;In the loneliness of pain.&lt;br /&gt;You say it is a two way street.&lt;br /&gt;That I can call you too.&lt;br /&gt;But I do and still no answer&lt;br /&gt;And still no word form you.&lt;br /&gt;I'm just your Mom, I know this,&lt;br /&gt;And you're grown and on your own&lt;br /&gt;But still a wonder and worry&lt;br /&gt;That life is going well for you.&lt;br /&gt;So please don't forget me.&lt;br /&gt;Please do leave me here alone.&lt;br /&gt;Just pick up a card or phone me&lt;br /&gt;To let me know you're still ok.&lt;br /&gt;1/23/2011&lt;br /&gt;Barbara Bourst Barnett&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1153667164614380475-6001083595799502996?l=ohiocaligal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohiocaligal.blogspot.com/feeds/6001083595799502996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohiocaligal.blogspot.com/2011/01/loneliness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1153667164614380475/posts/default/6001083595799502996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1153667164614380475/posts/default/6001083595799502996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohiocaligal.blogspot.com/2011/01/loneliness.html' title='Loneliness'/><author><name>Barb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16416067746527777565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9wfOsQ03Jb4/ScuewTbw4RI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ii-_XWY8Rg4/S220/Our+Rings.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1153667164614380475.post-958827753492273212</id><published>2011-01-20T06:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-20T07:01:58.341-08:00</updated><title type='text'>FEAR</title><content type='html'>Fear has gripped me this week. Fear for a child that is being drawn into the world of the Occult. Today we have come to accept those things which years ago were things not messed with. Witchcraft and the Occult. One of my daughters has sought meditation as a way of centering herself and finding what is missing. While that in of itself is not harmful one friend suggested that she would have visions. Years ago I had a dream in which one of my children went into the "Valley of Mystics" I went in after that child with my others in tow. I found that child but then a great Dragon came out devouring many in its sight. I sought refuge in a cave but as I looked around that one child was missing again. I went out of that cave seeking that child again but as I walked I saw people juggling crystal balls, I saw men breathing fire from their mouths, I never found that child for I awoke from that dream crying and rebuking it in the Name of Jesus Christ. I have been rebuking that dream since that day. Now it has been brought back to the for front of my mind and it scares me to death. I know what the dream means as I asked God for an interpretation. and He told me one of my children would be lost to me to the Occult. But that I could prevent it by standing firm and by rebuking the "Devourer" from my door. In this I have failed. I have had three marriages and I then moved away from my kids probably when they needed me most. And I have been lack in that I am not serving God in a home church at this time. But the truth of the matter is that I made a wrong decision back in 1992 when I married the kids step-father Lanny. He was mentally abusive to the girls but "I" choose to hold onto the marriage because I didn't want to be alone, and because I believed that marriage was for life. But in 2003 I did it I moved on, I left that marriage behind, but I also left those children behind. they were grown and on their own accept for my youngest who choose to live with her sister rather then come with me. And I let her. The Fear I have is from what I have done. From the wrong choices I made starting back in 1992. I was wrong then, but I can take a stand and I can rebuke this evil which tries to take my daughter from me and I can get many others to pray also. I have and will fight for this daughter who I love and value. In the Name of the most high God I rebuke the devourer who seeks to take this daughter into the world of the Occult, get thee back Satan for this child of mine is a child of God, baptized into his kingdom now and forever.  With Gods help I will make this right.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1153667164614380475-958827753492273212?l=ohiocaligal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohiocaligal.blogspot.com/feeds/958827753492273212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohiocaligal.blogspot.com/2011/01/fear.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1153667164614380475/posts/default/958827753492273212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1153667164614380475/posts/default/958827753492273212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohiocaligal.blogspot.com/2011/01/fear.html' title='FEAR'/><author><name>Barb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16416067746527777565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9wfOsQ03Jb4/ScuewTbw4RI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ii-_XWY8Rg4/S220/Our+Rings.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1153667164614380475.post-509798577198502320</id><published>2011-01-09T18:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-09T18:43:24.548-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WHY DO THE COACHES KIDS ALWAYS MAKE THE TEAM?</title><content type='html'>Today the sermon was about families. In general it about teaching our kids about God. Duet 6:5-9 was read. It talks about how God told the children of Israel to keep the word of God before their children constantly. He knew that by coming into a strange land they would be tempted by the inhabitants of that land to pick up there habits and ways and so he cautioned the leaders to diligently teach there children the word of God. Bro Orr also said we as parents let others teach our kids the "worldly ways, That children today spend more time away from home or with the "TV, MP3 players and videos then with the family. We have fast foods, sports games and many other things to distract us from talking about God. He said that we are on the verge of loosing a whole generation to the world. That there are less and less families in church today. We tend to leave the teaching of our kids today to the TV, teachers at school and to videos and to the world at large. He said we should make the time to teach our children about God as it says in Duet 6. He also quoted Duet 8:11 that we should "Beware" That there are consequences for not teaching them. And we are seeing that every day in the news, shootings, suicides, rapes. We see it in the form of addictions to drugs, porn and other vises. And I thought, WOW! how true. A whole generation is being lost and we are letting it happen. By my way of thinking the baby boomers are busy with "worldly life" and have forgotten the "spiritual life" that we need. It's never to late to talk to our kids about God, even adults can find him as savior and live a redeemed saved life. Its a new year. I'll end with this "AS FOR ME AND MY HOUSE WE WILL SERVE THE LORD.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1153667164614380475-509798577198502320?l=ohiocaligal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohiocaligal.blogspot.com/feeds/509798577198502320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohiocaligal.blogspot.com/2011/01/why-do-coaches-kids-always-make-team.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1153667164614380475/posts/default/509798577198502320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1153667164614380475/posts/default/509798577198502320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohiocaligal.blogspot.com/2011/01/why-do-coaches-kids-always-make-team.html' title='WHY DO THE COACHES KIDS ALWAYS MAKE THE TEAM?'/><author><name>Barb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16416067746527777565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9wfOsQ03Jb4/ScuewTbw4RI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ii-_XWY8Rg4/S220/Our+Rings.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1153667164614380475.post-5603300258649215659</id><published>2011-01-09T18:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-09T18:26:45.504-08:00</updated><title type='text'>UPDATE ON MERLE</title><content type='html'>Little Merle is home with mommy, daddy and sister but still needs breathing treatments daily.  So continue to keep him in prayer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1153667164614380475-5603300258649215659?l=ohiocaligal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohiocaligal.blogspot.com/feeds/5603300258649215659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohiocaligal.blogspot.com/2011/01/update-on-merle.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1153667164614380475/posts/default/5603300258649215659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1153667164614380475/posts/default/5603300258649215659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohiocaligal.blogspot.com/2011/01/update-on-merle.html' title='UPDATE ON MERLE'/><author><name>Barb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16416067746527777565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9wfOsQ03Jb4/ScuewTbw4RI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ii-_XWY8Rg4/S220/Our+Rings.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1153667164614380475.post-3224820163754955182</id><published>2011-01-04T14:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-04T14:30:47.909-08:00</updated><title type='text'>UPDATE ON BABY MERLE</title><content type='html'>As of today he is still in the hospital. Talked to his daddy yesterday and he is doing well. They had him on forced oxygen to he could get a good bit into his system. He has what is called RSV??? What I have learned is that it is a very bad cold or inflammation of the lungs?? But he is responding to treatment and hopefully he'll be home with his Mommy, Daddy and sisters soon. Blessing to his mommy who has stood by his side the entire time, and when she went home to change and shower Daddy was there so he would never be alone without their love and support. Grandma Laura and Auntie Beth took care of sisters Emma and Ellie so they too were loved as well. Knowing that God is working in his precious life makes it easier for this Gramma who is thousands of mile away. Hopefully he'll be home and all can rest easier. Thank you for all the prayers that have gone out for him and his family.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1153667164614380475-3224820163754955182?l=ohiocaligal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohiocaligal.blogspot.com/feeds/3224820163754955182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohiocaligal.blogspot.com/2011/01/update-on-baby-merle.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1153667164614380475/posts/default/3224820163754955182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1153667164614380475/posts/default/3224820163754955182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohiocaligal.blogspot.com/2011/01/update-on-baby-merle.html' title='UPDATE ON BABY MERLE'/><author><name>Barb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16416067746527777565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9wfOsQ03Jb4/ScuewTbw4RI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ii-_XWY8Rg4/S220/Our+Rings.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1153667164614380475.post-1492358661755927179</id><published>2010-12-31T06:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T06:27:19.870-08:00</updated><title type='text'>BABY MERLE</title><content type='html'>Little Merle is in the hospital, he has a nasty cold the has turned into Bronchiolitis. Similar to Bronchitis but different in that it is a virus. I know how his mommy is feeling right now. And my heart goes out to her and His Daddy. My daughter Hannah was in the hospital at 6 weeks of age for pneumonia.  I worried about her everyday for ten whole days until I could bring her home.  So I know what Rich and Danielle is going through. But Childrens Hospital in San Diego is a good hospital and he will do well.  But my prayers will still go upward to God for his healing and his protection even if Merle is in there for but a night.  Love and Prayers Danielle, Richie and especially Little Merle.  Get well soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1153667164614380475-1492358661755927179?l=ohiocaligal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohiocaligal.blogspot.com/feeds/1492358661755927179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohiocaligal.blogspot.com/2010/12/baby-merle.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1153667164614380475/posts/default/1492358661755927179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1153667164614380475/posts/default/1492358661755927179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohiocaligal.blogspot.com/2010/12/baby-merle.html' title='BABY MERLE'/><author><name>Barb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16416067746527777565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9wfOsQ03Jb4/ScuewTbw4RI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ii-_XWY8Rg4/S220/Our+Rings.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1153667164614380475.post-4040655103850264851</id><published>2010-12-29T07:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T08:05:37.087-08:00</updated><title type='text'>CHRISTMAS 2010</title><content type='html'>Christmas 2010 has come and gone. We had a wonderful time at Glens Moms house. We were overflowing with gifts, good food and holiday cheer. The children made out like bandits like they do every year. Getting more then most kids get, Grandma on the hill got them clothing and the parents got them toys and of course we as the grandfather and Nana got them more toys and stockings full of the good stuff. Glen got a laptop, a mug, and gift cards, while I got an outfit, sheet and comforter set, and gift cards. We sat around and ate cookies and pie until we were ready to pop then went home and slept like babies. I got phone calls from all but Thomas but then he never calls. It's like he wants to forget I'm his mother. But that's OK I still love him. I pray he'll come around someday before it's to late. On a lighter note we did have a white Christmas, it had snowed earlier in the week and we had some flurries that day so all was beautiful to look at. All in all it was truly a blessed day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1153667164614380475-4040655103850264851?l=ohiocaligal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohiocaligal.blogspot.com/feeds/4040655103850264851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohiocaligal.blogspot.com/2010/12/christmas-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1153667164614380475/posts/default/4040655103850264851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1153667164614380475/posts/default/4040655103850264851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohiocaligal.blogspot.com/2010/12/christmas-2010.html' title='CHRISTMAS 2010'/><author><name>Barb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16416067746527777565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9wfOsQ03Jb4/ScuewTbw4RI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ii-_XWY8Rg4/S220/Our+Rings.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1153667164614380475.post-3123167302570405875</id><published>2010-12-28T08:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-28T08:30:10.195-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2011</title><content type='html'>2011 is just around the corner. As we reflex on the blessings of 2010 lets us strive to prefect our walk we have with Christ and bring him back to the forefront of our relationships. With myself, I find that I get carried away with the everyday problems in life and life in general and I tend to take them on myself rather then bringing them to the one who said he'd carry our burdens. I tend to only rely on him for the big problems after they happen. So why not let 2011 be the year of drastic change. Let us let God the Father take on the burdens of everyday life and let him do what he has already promised to do. Let us reach out to our families friends neighbors and co-workers and let them on this wonderful gift. The gift of Salvation. Let us stop complaining and just do it. we all make resolutions each year and before January is done we fall back into the same old routine. Let's change and become the Sons and Daughters of the Living God and reach out and touch someone. Let us shake off old wives tales and fully rely on his word. After all he is The Great I Am. The creator, the Alpha and the Omega. The beginning and the end. And he sent his only son here to earth (we just celebrated his birth) so that through him we might live. Let us make 2011 the year we change and become all that we can be in him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1153667164614380475-3123167302570405875?l=ohiocaligal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohiocaligal.blogspot.com/feeds/3123167302570405875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohiocaligal.blogspot.com/2010/12/2011.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1153667164614380475/posts/default/3123167302570405875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1153667164614380475/posts/default/3123167302570405875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohiocaligal.blogspot.com/2010/12/2011.html' title='2011'/><author><name>Barb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16416067746527777565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9wfOsQ03Jb4/ScuewTbw4RI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ii-_XWY8Rg4/S220/Our+Rings.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1153667164614380475.post-9182079495951822244</id><published>2010-12-22T18:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-22T18:34:18.683-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY JENNIFER</title><content type='html'>Today December 22, 2010 in my daughter Jennifer's' birthday. How old is she? I'll never tell you outright but she was born in 1975. She was my first daughter and she is everything and more in a daughter that a mother could want. She is a Strong woman. Full of life, determined to overcome life's obstacles. She had her first child at age 15. And we cried together when we got the news. She because she was scared as a very young unwed mom and me for lost dreams. At the time I thought they were lost. But she never lost sight of her dreams. When she had her daughter I thought life can't get any tougher then this. She was in 8th. grade but because of her grade average they bumped her up and sent her to an alternative school. Chula Vista Jr High didn't want her giving other girls ideas. But she fooled them all. She got her GED and then went on to college. She worked full time while going to school and she got her BA. But she 's had her rough times too. In 2007 She lost her precious Firstborn Felicia to a drunk driver, and when many would crumble under the loss she got stronger. She worked hard and when the trial came up she attended, making up lost time at work by staying longer at night and by working on Saturdays or using vacations and sick days to be there. When they let the person responsible off she didn't break down, she spoke up. She works hard at letting people know that its wrong to drink and drive. She works with MADD. she talks to her other kids and is there for them. Today December 22, 2010 is my wonderful daughters birthday. Happy Birthday Jen. She also shares the day with good friends as it's their 34th. wedding anniversary. Happy Anniversary Steve and Debi. God Bless you both.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1153667164614380475-9182079495951822244?l=ohiocaligal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohiocaligal.blogspot.com/feeds/9182079495951822244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohiocaligal.blogspot.com/2010/12/happy-birthday-jennifer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1153667164614380475/posts/default/9182079495951822244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1153667164614380475/posts/default/9182079495951822244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohiocaligal.blogspot.com/2010/12/happy-birthday-jennifer.html' title='HAPPY BIRTHDAY JENNIFER'/><author><name>Barb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16416067746527777565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9wfOsQ03Jb4/ScuewTbw4RI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ii-_XWY8Rg4/S220/Our+Rings.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1153667164614380475.post-4473386547098713865</id><published>2010-12-13T13:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T14:00:55.141-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MERRY CHRISTMAS</title><content type='html'>I have a book that I got when The Oaks Family Father and Son visited our church this past year. It was written by Pat Oaks and its stories about her family and experiences. It's called "The Old Green Rocker." In it I found a story that she related about a visit to the store and how a mom with two small children in tow was having troubles at the auto check out. The young son kept saying Merry Christmas, Merry Christmas, Merry Christmas. The mom turned and said "Be quiet Christian" and the young boy did for a bit, but started again. What got me about the story is what she said. We as christians are stopped by the world's perception of the Politically correctness of not stepping on anothers religious rights (Non-Christians and atheists) I quote what she wrote here.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;strong&gt;(The first thing I thought was that Christian was aptly named.  This little boy  truly was a follower of Christ.  He was also setting an example for the rest of us.  We are so afraid of what "The World" will think that when The World hisses, "Be quiet, Christian!" we are!)&lt;/strong&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Here it is the most wonderful time of the year.  We are celebrating the birth of "OUR SAVIOR JESUS CHRIST." But we have forgotten what Christmas is really about.  We forget why God sent his son here for us.  NOt for gifts and for a jolly good time but to save us. From What? from our sins.  The world is corrupt, but Christ is everything pure and wonderful and Good.  &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The scripture that comes to mind is not a traditional Christmas verse but John 3:17 For God sent his son into the world to condemn the world but that the world through him might live.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;  So as we celebrate this Christmas let us live it through him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1153667164614380475-4473386547098713865?l=ohiocaligal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohiocaligal.blogspot.com/feeds/4473386547098713865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohiocaligal.blogspot.com/2010/12/merry-christmas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1153667164614380475/posts/default/4473386547098713865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1153667164614380475/posts/default/4473386547098713865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohiocaligal.blogspot.com/2010/12/merry-christmas.html' title='MERRY CHRISTMAS'/><author><name>Barb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16416067746527777565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9wfOsQ03Jb4/ScuewTbw4RI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ii-_XWY8Rg4/S220/Our+Rings.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1153667164614380475.post-5980604827678826522</id><published>2010-12-07T10:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-09T16:56:47.625-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Emma</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow December 8th.,marks the third birthday of my Precious granddaughter little Emma. She is such a delight, funny, full of energy and at the same time quiet and thoughtful. She looks a lot like her mom but she has quite a bit of her Dads stubbornness in her. Shes full of question. I just recently got back from a visit with her and her family in Ca and I miss her and her mommy and daddy and little sister and brother very much. Happy Birthday little Emma Gramma love you. Kisses to my angel.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1153667164614380475-5980604827678826522?l=ohiocaligal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohiocaligal.blogspot.com/feeds/5980604827678826522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohiocaligal.blogspot.com/2010/12/little-emma.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1153667164614380475/posts/default/5980604827678826522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1153667164614380475/posts/default/5980604827678826522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohiocaligal.blogspot.com/2010/12/little-emma.html' title='Little Emma'/><author><name>Barb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16416067746527777565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9wfOsQ03Jb4/ScuewTbw4RI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ii-_XWY8Rg4/S220/Our+Rings.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1153667164614380475.post-5993564826179076032</id><published>2010-11-27T13:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-27T13:36:46.511-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Holidays</title><content type='html'>Thanksgiving is over the turkey is now fixings for the next week. I'm feeling a little better. Thanks to lots of prayer and for my neck cracking early today. Blood pressure still up there but doing better not so dizzy today.&lt;br /&gt;Now we get ready for the gift giving season. For me that means not only Christmas but a few birthdays as well. I have a daughter, two granddaughters in December, one step grand-daughter and a step son. I use the word step out of respect for that child as he is really close to his mom. But in my heart he is a child of mine as I'm with his dad. But the giving of gifts for me is not just the materialistic gifts but the sharing of "The Greatest Gift" every given to man. The gift of Gods only son Jesus Christ. Over the years I've written several poems about Christmas and I've been composing one for this year but it's not quite ready yet. The Holidays has always been hard for me as I have never had the finances to do what I'd like at Christmas time. But the lord always provides. So I need to get the decorations bought out and the gifts wrapped that I have already and the shopping needs to be finished. But until then I keep on going. So until next blog God Bless.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1153667164614380475-5993564826179076032?l=ohiocaligal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohiocaligal.blogspot.com/feeds/5993564826179076032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohiocaligal.blogspot.com/2010/11/holidays.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1153667164614380475/posts/default/5993564826179076032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1153667164614380475/posts/default/5993564826179076032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohiocaligal.blogspot.com/2010/11/holidays.html' title='The Holidays'/><author><name>Barb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16416067746527777565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9wfOsQ03Jb4/ScuewTbw4RI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ii-_XWY8Rg4/S220/Our+Rings.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1153667164614380475.post-6664449401897619114</id><published>2010-11-17T11:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-24T16:14:22.558-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nativity</title><content type='html'>I collect Nativity Scenes. I love them, and at one time I had so many I could not put them all out at Christmas, so I began keeping them out all the time. But when I moved from San Diego to Ohio I left most of my Nativities behind and had to start over. Now I have about 6. It's not the Nativity itself that I like so much, some are very beautiful but what it represents. That first Christmas so long ago and the wonderful gift mankind received that year. As the Christmas Holiday season gets closer I look forward to setting out my Nativity Sets but I look forward even more to celebrating that wonderful first gift to mankind. The birth of Our lords Son, Jesus who was sent here so that we who believe in him might have life eternally with him someday. The Nativities are just a reason to share the wonderful scriptures that foretold of his coming birth. For behold you shall find the babe wrapped in swaddling clothes..... And Low a heavenly Host appeared saying Glory to the highest peace on earth goodwill to men... So beautiful so full of promise and Jesus did come born in a manger, the lowliest of places to be born a stable but that didn't matter because his birth was a promise fulfilled. How wonderful, To know that God so loved us he sent his only son to earth as a tiny baby to live as we did, to feel our sorrow our pain and even our joys. He was more then a man. He was Emmanuel, God with Us. The Nativities represent what God did for us by sending his only son to us as a gift the first Christmas so very long ago.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1153667164614380475-6664449401897619114?l=ohiocaligal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohiocaligal.blogspot.com/feeds/6664449401897619114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohiocaligal.blogspot.com/2010/11/nativity.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1153667164614380475/posts/default/6664449401897619114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1153667164614380475/posts/default/6664449401897619114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohiocaligal.blogspot.com/2010/11/nativity.html' title='Nativity'/><author><name>Barb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16416067746527777565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9wfOsQ03Jb4/ScuewTbw4RI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ii-_XWY8Rg4/S220/Our+Rings.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1153667164614380475.post-4994819204167126262</id><published>2010-11-15T10:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T12:22:14.787-08:00</updated><title type='text'>TRADITIONS</title><content type='html'>It's getting close to the holiday season once again. Where we gather together to be with family and to offer thanks for all that we have received this past year. And as we gather traditions come into play, some from generations back and some traditions that new family adds as the family grows. When our children were little we had those traditions. On Thanksgiving day the children would play and be with each other and help me as I prepped the dinner feast. Some peeled potatoes some made desserts, each geared to what their little hands could do. But the one thing I started was to put black olives on one hand of each child. Counting 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 -5.&lt;br /&gt;They loved getting new fingers and eating the olives, it helped keep them from getting to hungry as I prepped and it taught them to count at least to five. Another tradition was as we gathered together we started with the youngest going to the oldest telling one thing we were thankful for that year. And then we prayed. Asking Gods blessing over the bounty of blessings that year and for his favor in the new year coming. This year as I prepare for this wonderful season of Thanksgiving and Christmas I would like to keep the memory of traditions going forward. Pass on your memories to your children, tell them of parents, grandparents, aunts, uncle and even friends. So they can form traditions of their own and keep family traditionsthey already know going forward through the years. What ever the tradition, it has many memories attached to it. So Lord thank you for family, for traditions and for memories and for all the wonderful blessings given throughout all our lives.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1153667164614380475-4994819204167126262?l=ohiocaligal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohiocaligal.blogspot.com/feeds/4994819204167126262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohiocaligal.blogspot.com/2010/11/traditions.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1153667164614380475/posts/default/4994819204167126262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1153667164614380475/posts/default/4994819204167126262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohiocaligal.blogspot.com/2010/11/traditions.html' title='TRADITIONS'/><author><name>Barb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16416067746527777565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9wfOsQ03Jb4/ScuewTbw4RI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ii-_XWY8Rg4/S220/Our+Rings.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1153667164614380475.post-7711510540859452632</id><published>2010-11-09T14:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T14:34:39.677-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MY SON</title><content type='html'>I am sitting here remembering my visit to California and my time spent at my youngest son's house. He was so respectful. He gave me a hug each day as he left for work and in the evenings He talked to me about the lord and what he means to his life and that of his family. I am amazed at the depth of his convictions and of his dedication to God and to his family. When he was just a young boy going to church was something he had to do not because he had to but because he wanted to. Once when our church was showing a movie on Hell and what it's like he asked his father to come. After the viewing he asked his father to give his heart to God. It broke my heart that his father refused but he never gave up on his dad. And years later when his father was confined to a nursing home unable to walk or talk he visited every chance he got sometimes taking a bus there. But he never gave up and finally just before his father pasted away he won him to the lord. y son is truly a man of God. I thank God for the man he has become. For the loving wife he chose or she chose him. For his lovely little family. God truly blessed this Mom. My son honors the Lord and his parents.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1153667164614380475-7711510540859452632?l=ohiocaligal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohiocaligal.blogspot.com/feeds/7711510540859452632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohiocaligal.blogspot.com/2010/11/my-son.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1153667164614380475/posts/default/7711510540859452632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1153667164614380475/posts/default/7711510540859452632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohiocaligal.blogspot.com/2010/11/my-son.html' title='MY SON'/><author><name>Barb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16416067746527777565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9wfOsQ03Jb4/ScuewTbw4RI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ii-_XWY8Rg4/S220/Our+Rings.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1153667164614380475.post-4936125907155877736</id><published>2010-11-09T09:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T09:54:55.338-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogging</title><content type='html'>Blogging isn't what I had hoped it would be. I wanted a way to connect with my kids that are in CA and AZ but with one exception I have bombed out. Yes, all the kids are extremely busy. BUT! They have time to text, and chat online and all do FB so why keep on blogging for myself. I'll have to think on this one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1153667164614380475-4936125907155877736?l=ohiocaligal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohiocaligal.blogspot.com/feeds/4936125907155877736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohiocaligal.blogspot.com/2010/11/blogging.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1153667164614380475/posts/default/4936125907155877736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1153667164614380475/posts/default/4936125907155877736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohiocaligal.blogspot.com/2010/11/blogging.html' title='Blogging'/><author><name>Barb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16416067746527777565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9wfOsQ03Jb4/ScuewTbw4RI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ii-_XWY8Rg4/S220/Our+Rings.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1153667164614380475.post-3414326953893999311</id><published>2010-10-12T06:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-12T06:50:47.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THE KIDS</title><content type='html'>I have five of the most wonderful kids in the world and sometimes not so sensitive.&lt;br /&gt;Thomas Jr is my oldest, Jennifer is my first daughter followed by Richard, my second daughter is Mary and Hannah is my baby. Each is special in their own way.&lt;br /&gt;Thomas is my quiet one, he's a deep thinker, he likes to learn, but sometimes he follows a route that scares this mom to death. He is an artist that to me is beyond compare. He gets his talent mostly from his father. But he used his talents for tattoo's. I think it was for shock value to me. To see how I'd react, and he has kept on going. The man is covered with tattoo's. But he has a wonderful loving sensitive side. When his daughter Drisana was a baby he was war and loving and doting, and he still is, but Drisana is growing up and not needing dad as much and that scares him. He also has a mean streak that he uses to hurt me at times probably not even knowing how much he hurts me. But that is his dark side and it doesn't come out often. He embarrasses his wife's Filipino heritage, and except for his Brother Rich stays pretty much away from his blood relatives.&lt;br /&gt;Jennifer my oldest daughter. Smart, kind and very giving and a hard worker. She became a mother at a very young age,15. She was and still is a great mother. Felicia was her first, and she lost her 3 years ago to a drunk driver. She put her self through school and college and supported her children sometimes working back to back with school and work. But she did it and now has her Bachelor's in Business from The University of Phoenix. She is the mother of 5 natural and one step, but never let her hear you say step as Ashanti is her daughter as completely as any of her others. When Felicia was killed she did not let go. She did not cry at least not where the children could see her. She said, "I have to stay strong for them", meaning her babies. She went to every court hearing in Felicia Case, sat through the trail, went in early to work or stayed later just so she could get her work time in and still be at the courts trial. When the verdicts came in as innocent, she was heart broken but like me she believes that if man can't bring punishment for the wrongs done to Fe, then God will, and his justice is better than what man can give.&lt;br /&gt;My third child is Richard William. Born four years after his sister Jen and Four years before his sister Mary. He is my "Preacher Boy. When he was young he only wanted to wear suits to Church, He'd fight me tooth and nail if I had anything other then a suit for him to wear. And until he was a teen we managed somehow to have that suit for him. He like his father has grease/oil in his veins. He loves to work on cars and earns a good living at it. At age 11 he got his first car a56 Pontiac Chieftain Wagon. He worked on it at school and got it running and he still has it. He is a husband and father of three, but unlike his father he spends time with his family. His middle daughter won't go to sleep at night unless Daddy sings her to sleep. or he lays down next to her. Daddy's little angel. He's an elder at his church and he takes his job very seriously and talks of God ever chance he get. (Thank you for this blessing)&lt;br /&gt;Mary my second daughter, I call her my twin because she looks a lot like me when I was younger. She is such a beautiful daughter. But she has a mouth that sometimes hurts, like her brother she is into the shock factor. She is a personal Banker for a good bank. When her sister Jen life fell apart she gave up her life in San Diego and moved to AZ to be there for her big sister and family. She got a teller job and has moved up, she has had her own share of troubles but she has overcome and is a better person for it. She is my Mary&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least is my daughter Hannah. She is tall and oh so beautiful. I thought when I moved back to Ohio she would go on to College and start a better life for herself. She moved in with her sister Jen and I moved to Ohio. But she did not do well in college and moved back in with her step father which hurt me to know end. But looking back it was a good move. She moved here briefly and got pregnant with little Arianna and because of troubles with the babies father she moved back home to San Diego had her baby and got on with living life. She works like most of my kids for the owner of the corner grocery. Peter has helped three of my five get on in life. And Hannah is now his right hand person. God has blessed me with five wonderful kids.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1153667164614380475-3414326953893999311?l=ohiocaligal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohiocaligal.blogspot.com/feeds/3414326953893999311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohiocaligal.blogspot.com/2010/10/kids.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1153667164614380475/posts/default/3414326953893999311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1153667164614380475/posts/default/3414326953893999311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohiocaligal.blogspot.com/2010/10/kids.html' title='THE KIDS'/><author><name>Barb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16416067746527777565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9wfOsQ03Jb4/ScuewTbw4RI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ii-_XWY8Rg4/S220/Our+Rings.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1153667164614380475.post-8106365833968843429</id><published>2010-10-11T05:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-11T06:07:14.157-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MY GRANDBABIES</title><content type='html'>I just got back from spending ten wonderful days with my families in CA and AZ. I had a wonderful time and enjoyed even the storms that hit.&lt;br /&gt;On The 28th I arrived at San Diego International Airport and was met at the curb by my beautiful daughter Hannah and my beautiful daughter-in-law Danielle and 4 of my Grand babies. First there was the youngest baby Merle, so cute and so huggable, next to him was a very sleepy Ellie and in the far back was Emma and Ali.&lt;br /&gt;Merle is as cute as a button, and at 1 month of age he is a typical baby that sleeps alot. &lt;br /&gt;Then precious Ellie who in the rush to get out the door to go get Gramma fell down the stairs and got a nasty bump on her head. She was very cranky most of the day but we know what was causing that. She had that bump. She was fine the next day. Ellie is as cute as a pixie, she reminds me of Hannah my youngest with her unruly blonde hair that is loaded with curls. She has a smile that goes on for a mile and she loves her daddy. She goes to him each night and curls up in his arms and he sings her to sleep. (Wonderful to see and hear)&lt;br /&gt;Then there's her older sister Emma who didn't quite know what to make of this Gramma, but by the time I was ready to go to AZ she was like her sister sitting with me and talking up a storm, Emma is the streaker, she loves to wear certain clothes and she will quickly change out of what mommy put her in and put on her bathing suit or any dress up clothes Cousin Ali leaves behind. She loves her Binky and she has a stash of them, Mom and Dad have tried to get her off them but she always finds one somewhere or steals baby brothers. She is bright, beautiful and full of energy. &lt;br /&gt;I was forever confusing the two girls I called Emma, Ellie and Ellie, Emma the poor girls might be confused by now themselves. lol :) &lt;br /&gt;Next in age comes Drisana, she is such a smart little girl and the apple of her daddy's eye. She has long dark hair and she is quite the little dancer. She always ends in a perfect pose. I only got to see her a few times because she was leaving to visit her maternal Grandparents in the Philippines and would be gone three weeks. She like her father loves to draw and she is quite good at it at 3 1/2 (She's 6 months behind Ali) she drew Me a mouse and you knew it was a mouse. Her daddy told me that every night when they are driving home after dropping mommy off at work that she tells him, no daddy go that way I want to play with Ali and Emma. Of course dad can't always do what She wants and she does give him "attitude", but shes' soon over that and back to her sweet self soon.&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least is Ali the oldest of this set of Grands in CA, at age 4 she is now in preschool. She loves her frilly dresses and she loves to dress herself. She informs all who will hear that she has a boyfriend named Johnny. He is in her class at school and they play together everyday. She has asthma and she has to use an inhaler everyday. But hses a champ and does what Mom asks with out a fight as she know she'll only feel better in the end. Like her mom she loves to belly dance but doesn't have the ability to do the moves but she tries. She is always getting the younger Cousins into mischief. But her winning smile and sweet attitude (not always sweet) make it hard to stay mad at this little sprite. We did all kinds of things while in SD. We wanted to go to the Zoo but it rained on Thursday and so instead of the Zoo on Friday because it was to cold for the baby so we went to the New Corvette Diner at old Navel Training Center. The Training Center was closed and given back to the City of SD and is being converted to shops and parks for all to enjoy. At the diner we ate a good lunch and they had the "Corvette Dancers" there, Ellie could not take her eyes off them, later Emma got up on the stage and Danced and the girls said they had a future dancer. On Saturday early in the morning Jen and her crew got in. It was 1:00 A.M. Let me tell you it was hard not to try and hold two babies at once, but with a arm hurting I didn't take a chance. It was one baby at a time. Jocelyn is so beautiful and getting so big already, She is sweet and cuddly. She smiles and coos and Just plain is loveable. Then Jalisa her teenaged Sister. She is tall and slender and I think of her as my Egyptian Princess for that is what I think of when I see her. Then there is Chris my oldest Grandson, He is handsome, and very athletic.   He had a football game in Yuma before coming to SD and his team won 49 to 0.  His team is at 5-1.  On our way to AZ we encountered dust devils, rain and a Sand Storm. Let me tell you driver at 85 then being hit by this wall of sand you go from 85 to 20 real quick, Jen had to watch the white stripes at the center of the road to keep from going off it, but it only lasted a few miles and it was back to 85 unntil just outside of Phoenix when it poured down.  The Next day we had hail and micro bursts and Flagstaff even had 4 tornados.  We go there I got to see my new grand daughter Ashanti hwho is so cute,  she has curly blonde hair and is so sweet.  She waited behind Aniyah as she gave Gramma a very big hug and then she was in my arms and there in no greater love then that of a child (except Jesus' love).  She is just precious.  Then Aniyah, she has grown.  She is as tall as I am.  She is into Cheerleading and both she and Ashanti go to the girls club each night.  Next entry will be about the adults.  I had a wonderful time and I miss all of them so much already. It's hard to believe I'm back home.  Until next time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1153667164614380475-8106365833968843429?l=ohiocaligal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohiocaligal.blogspot.com/feeds/8106365833968843429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohiocaligal.blogspot.com/2010/10/my-grandbabies.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1153667164614380475/posts/default/8106365833968843429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1153667164614380475/posts/default/8106365833968843429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohiocaligal.blogspot.com/2010/10/my-grandbabies.html' title='MY GRANDBABIES'/><author><name>Barb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16416067746527777565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9wfOsQ03Jb4/ScuewTbw4RI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ii-_XWY8Rg4/S220/Our+Rings.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1153667164614380475.post-5951696698691120099</id><published>2010-09-08T18:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T18:55:43.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BLESSINGS THROUGH ADVERSITY</title><content type='html'>I truely believe that our blessings from God sometimes come through the troubles we have in life.  Not all blessing come that way but the ones that gives us the most and truest of blessings.  Because we can appreciate a blessing that is hard won.  My Pastor Jesse Rose sad that sometimes God uses trouble and trails to help us know his path and to help humble us and help get back to where we need to be.  I'm not one for qouting scripture as my memory fails me but I know that if we pray for Patience God bring it to us through Adversity. While I have not been praying for patience I have been praying fo rthe salvation of my family and that in itself can bring many trails, for it seems that some people are stubborn and need a little extra nudge from God to see the way.  Last Friday our grandson Stephen in VA fell off his skateboard and was knocked out cold, he spent Friday through Monday in the Hospital two days of that in ICU.  He has a 3" crack in the back of his skull and still might have brain swelling,  but I believe God will prevail and Stephen will be well again soon. Then yesterday (Tuesday) I hurt my foot.  I don't know how,  it just started hurting and got progressively worse through out the evening and went to bed in pain and awoke in still more pain.  Doctor thinks it tendonitius or maybe broken, or sprained. Xrays hopefully will show something.  I just know it hurts and I can't walk, drive or anything But I am determined to let God do what he wills and use this to his advantage.  Because I know a big Blessing is coming.  Because I still plan or going to CA and AZ to see my kids and Grandbabies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1153667164614380475-5951696698691120099?l=ohiocaligal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohiocaligal.blogspot.com/feeds/5951696698691120099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohiocaligal.blogspot.com/2010/09/blessings-through-adversity.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1153667164614380475/posts/default/5951696698691120099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1153667164614380475/posts/default/5951696698691120099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohiocaligal.blogspot.com/2010/09/blessings-through-adversity.html' title='BLESSINGS THROUGH ADVERSITY'/><author><name>Barb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16416067746527777565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9wfOsQ03Jb4/ScuewTbw4RI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ii-_XWY8Rg4/S220/Our+Rings.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1153667164614380475.post-7434755047468364298</id><published>2010-08-30T13:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T13:34:26.930-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CORRECTIONS</title><content type='html'>I did not get the correct spelling of my grandsons name.  It is Merle, not Mirl.  So to my precious Grandson I am sorry.  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1153667164614380475-7434755047468364298?l=ohiocaligal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohiocaligal.blogspot.com/feeds/7434755047468364298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohiocaligal.blogspot.com/2010/08/corrections.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1153667164614380475/posts/default/7434755047468364298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1153667164614380475/posts/default/7434755047468364298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohiocaligal.blogspot.com/2010/08/corrections.html' title='CORRECTIONS'/><author><name>Barb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16416067746527777565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9wfOsQ03Jb4/ScuewTbw4RI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ii-_XWY8Rg4/S220/Our+Rings.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1153667164614380475.post-379284665744804123</id><published>2010-08-21T13:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-21T13:39:17.695-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HECTIC WEEK</title><content type='html'>It's been a hectic week. I feel like I'm coming apart at the seams. So much to do and no real time to do it with all the interruptions. Answer the phones, do this do that. Go here, go there. Sometimes I feel like what I do is not appreciated in anyway. For the last two days I worked on typing a big estimate up for my sweetie. Checked all the figures twice and when it didn't come out the same I went over it line by line to check for mistakes. Lets just say that at $94,000.00 plus you don't want to make a $20,000.00 mistake and find out you lost that amount because of a typo. But did my sweetie appreciate it. NO! He just wanted me to add more to certain areas and DUH! What do i know about estimating? Nothing. But hey he came through with the changes he wanted and I finished. Then there were the kids here wanting this want wanting that and the drama involved. But I survived and am wiser for it. But the highlight of each day was seeing new pictures of my newest Grandbabies online.  I miss them all so much.  there are days when I just want to cry with wanting to hold and kiss them.  Of course I have to restrain myself with the bigger ones.  The week is done and now I need to get to work on last of the quilts.  Then it's off to San Diego and then Arizona to see them all.  Then home to the my sweetie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1153667164614380475-379284665744804123?l=ohiocaligal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohiocaligal.blogspot.com/feeds/379284665744804123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohiocaligal.blogspot.com/2010/08/hectic-week.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1153667164614380475/posts/default/379284665744804123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1153667164614380475/posts/default/379284665744804123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohiocaligal.blogspot.com/2010/08/hectic-week.html' title='HECTIC WEEK'/><author><name>Barb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16416067746527777565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9wfOsQ03Jb4/ScuewTbw4RI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ii-_XWY8Rg4/S220/Our+Rings.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1153667164614380475.post-4171926364777901808</id><published>2010-08-13T08:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-13T08:52:23.507-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MIRL THOMAS BITHER</title><content type='html'>Mirl Thomas Bither made his debut to his family in the wee early morning hours of August 13, 2010 and yes it is a Friday. Mirl has joined the elite group of family members that were born on Friday the 13Th. Among that group is his Aunt Mary who was born on Friday January 13, 1984, and his step-grandfather Glen Alan Barnett born on Friday July 13, 1954. Others among the group born or what is termed a frighting day is his other Aunt Hannah who was born on Halloween. So instead of being a "Bad Luck day it is a day celebrated with love by all family members. Welcome to the family Mirl. We love you with all our hearts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1153667164614380475-4171926364777901808?l=ohiocaligal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohiocaligal.blogspot.com/feeds/4171926364777901808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohiocaligal.blogspot.com/2010/08/mirl-thomas-bither.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1153667164614380475/posts/default/4171926364777901808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1153667164614380475/posts/default/4171926364777901808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohiocaligal.blogspot.com/2010/08/mirl-thomas-bither.html' title='MIRL THOMAS BITHER'/><author><name>Barb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16416067746527777565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9wfOsQ03Jb4/ScuewTbw4RI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ii-_XWY8Rg4/S220/Our+Rings.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1153667164614380475.post-7748046948450968380</id><published>2010-08-12T11:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T11:27:17.842-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FRUSTRATED</title><content type='html'>Have you every been frustrated to the point where you are ready to explode. Well I am there today. Glen told me a week ago that there was a taillight out in my car and he said he'd fix it. Well it hasn't been fixed and I am tied here at home because it hasn't been fixed and I do not want a ticket. Even fix-it-tickets scare me. Then there are other issues but those while a bad are minor to me. I want a job, but the only thing available here is retail and I promised myself that once I left Wards when they closed that I would never work retail again. I broke that promise when I went to work at Family Dollar Stores. BIG MISTAKE THERE. I quit and have been trying ever since to get a job that I want. Something that fits me. I don't want to be a fill in or another body at a job. I want I job I like, that I look forward to going to and doing everyday. One that lets me be me. But at this time all I get is "you have to take whats available, you need to settle, you need to go to Columbus or out farther. But #1 I don't drive in snow and snow &amp; or Ice is on the ground here 6 to 7 months a year. I hate driving. And #2 I like to work at my own pace, no slow but without all the constant interruptions I get when I do work. I hate stopping i the middle of something then have to remember where I stopped so I can start again only to get interrupted again. GURRRRRRR!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;As you can see I am "FRUSTRATED" hence the title.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1153667164614380475-7748046948450968380?l=ohiocaligal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohiocaligal.blogspot.com/feeds/7748046948450968380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohiocaligal.blogspot.com/2010/08/frustrated.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1153667164614380475/posts/default/7748046948450968380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1153667164614380475/posts/default/7748046948450968380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohiocaligal.blogspot.com/2010/08/frustrated.html' title='FRUSTRATED'/><author><name>Barb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16416067746527777565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9wfOsQ03Jb4/ScuewTbw4RI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ii-_XWY8Rg4/S220/Our+Rings.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1153667164614380475.post-8754097224208976377</id><published>2010-08-09T07:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-09T07:26:56.741-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PROPERTY</title><content type='html'>We became the owners of new property today.  Glen signed and recorded a land contract for 158 S. 4th. St, here in Newark.  Its a two bedroom ranch style that we have remodeled.  We have put in new energy efficient windows on those that still had the old style, new granite tile countertop and back splash in the kitchen and as shower surround in the shower.  New vinyl tile and linoleum in the laundry, bath and kitchen and new carpet throughout. It's on a rather deep narrow lot with most of the lawn in the back yard. I've put in before and after shots of the inside and out. It was a labor of love as we hope to sale it to someone who really needs a place that is affordable.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1153667164614380475-8754097224208976377?l=ohiocaligal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohiocaligal.blogspot.com/feeds/8754097224208976377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohiocaligal.blogspot.com/2010/08/property.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1153667164614380475/posts/default/8754097224208976377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1153667164614380475/posts/default/8754097224208976377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohiocaligal.blogspot.com/2010/08/property.html' title='PROPERTY'/><author><name>Barb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16416067746527777565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9wfOsQ03Jb4/ScuewTbw4RI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ii-_XWY8Rg4/S220/Our+Rings.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1153667164614380475.post-592957182424898914</id><published>2010-08-05T12:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-05T12:46:48.280-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ON BABY WATCH</title><content type='html'>It's Thursday August 5, 2010 and we are on baby watch. According to updates on FB Danielle has been having contractions off and on for the last two days. She went to her Dr.s and they said baby Mirl can make his appearance any day now. So we wait and we wait and anticipate. I have the baby clothes washed (a tenant moved out last year and left several clothes baskets fully of little boy clothes behind) and now all I have to do is pack them and send them out. And of course I have to finish the quilts and then all will be ready. So again we wait.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1153667164614380475-592957182424898914?l=ohiocaligal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohiocaligal.blogspot.com/feeds/592957182424898914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohiocaligal.blogspot.com/2010/08/on-baby-watch.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1153667164614380475/posts/default/592957182424898914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1153667164614380475/posts/default/592957182424898914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohiocaligal.blogspot.com/2010/08/on-baby-watch.html' title='ON BABY WATCH'/><author><name>Barb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16416067746527777565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9wfOsQ03Jb4/ScuewTbw4RI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ii-_XWY8Rg4/S220/Our+Rings.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1153667164614380475.post-8646104766212598147</id><published>2010-07-30T09:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-30T09:59:44.665-07:00</updated><title type='text'>JOCELYN JAZMARIE THOMPSON</title><content type='html'>Jocelyn was born on July 27, 2010 at 1:23 P.M. Arizona time. She weighted in at 8 lbs 4 Oz and was 18.75 inches long. According to mom she is a quiet baby, who causes no fuss, Yeah! She was welcomed into the world by her daddy Joe Joe, Sister Jalisa, Auntie Mary, Adopted Auntie Kim and Gramma Thompson. Mom had it easy right up until delivery thanks to an epidural. Baby Jocelyn according to her dad has all her fingers and toes and is in great health. Mom and Jocelyn are home now surrounded by all who love her. Welcome to the family Jocelyn Gramma here in Ohio loves you.  Pic of this newest addition will come soon.  Now we wait for Little Mirl thomas to arrive until then Jocelyn and all the others are waiting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1153667164614380475-8646104766212598147?l=ohiocaligal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohiocaligal.blogspot.com/feeds/8646104766212598147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohiocaligal.blogspot.com/2010/07/jocelyn-jazmarie-thompson.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1153667164614380475/posts/default/8646104766212598147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1153667164614380475/posts/default/8646104766212598147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohiocaligal.blogspot.com/2010/07/jocelyn-jazmarie-thompson.html' title='JOCELYN JAZMARIE THOMPSON'/><author><name>Barb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16416067746527777565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9wfOsQ03Jb4/ScuewTbw4RI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ii-_XWY8Rg4/S220/Our+Rings.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1153667164614380475.post-3790951639416395050</id><published>2010-07-19T11:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T11:32:46.790-07:00</updated><title type='text'>INSPIRATION</title><content type='html'>Inspiration, What give you inspiration? I get inspiration from many things in life. Last night I got inspiration from the lighting outside. Mind you I hate thunder storms of any type mainly because during terrible storm the transformer outside my bedroom window almost always got struck. But last night it inspired me to compose a poem, No I won't share it here but I thought of how many different colors you can see in a bolt of lighting. there's the blinding white flash, but if you look closely you can see red, orange, yellow and even blue. And yes you can even see black as a result of a strike. But where do you get your inspiration from. I get it from friends that say something that sticks, or I'll see a bird fly by. Now if only I could paint pictures of what inspires me. But all I can do is compose silly rhythms or poems. I've been told they aren't more the greeting card poems but I'd like to think they are more then that but hey that's me. Now the true artist in the family is Thomas, my oldest son, and the poet is Mary. She can go really deep in her thoughts. So I ask you again what inspires you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1153667164614380475-3790951639416395050?l=ohiocaligal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohiocaligal.blogspot.com/feeds/3790951639416395050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohiocaligal.blogspot.com/2010/07/inspiration.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1153667164614380475/posts/default/3790951639416395050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1153667164614380475/posts/default/3790951639416395050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohiocaligal.blogspot.com/2010/07/inspiration.html' title='INSPIRATION'/><author><name>Barb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16416067746527777565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9wfOsQ03Jb4/ScuewTbw4RI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ii-_XWY8Rg4/S220/Our+Rings.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1153667164614380475.post-4381591989502600420</id><published>2010-07-17T20:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-17T20:15:16.314-07:00</updated><title type='text'>US</title><content type='html'>Forty some years ago plus I started to school at Lincoln Jr. High. There I met a very cute boy. We shared homeroom together and I think study hall. He was I thought a quiet type. He didn't notice me to much then but we saw each other every day in school. Then in High school he started coming around and we would sit and talk, I was very shy way back then and he was so handsome. (see how our perceptions change) But he had a steady girlfriend and I had a very over protective father. So we never went out. Then just after graduation he married the "other girl" and I moved away. I eventually married and had 5 kids and a life in San Diego. After the death of one husband and a divorce from my second husband I moved back to Ohio. We reconnected and well we just past our 7Th year together as a couple and one year and seven months as husband and wife. These have been the happiest of my life with the exception of the years I had with my children. Each is a blessing in their own way. But I know in my heart that God took us in this round about journey to find each other and for us to be together. And I thank him for that. Because my husband is a wonderful man. He is thoughtful, considerate and when I close down when I am feeling blue he makes me talk to hm and get it out so I won't brood. He keeps his promises and he listens to me. And when I am wrong he lets me know it but in a way that doesn't make me feel like I'm an idiot. For that I thank God because some men think only of themselves. So thank you lord for my husband and our life together.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1153667164614380475-4381591989502600420?l=ohiocaligal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohiocaligal.blogspot.com/feeds/4381591989502600420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohiocaligal.blogspot.com/2010/07/us.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1153667164614380475/posts/default/4381591989502600420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1153667164614380475/posts/default/4381591989502600420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohiocaligal.blogspot.com/2010/07/us.html' title='US'/><author><name>Barb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16416067746527777565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9wfOsQ03Jb4/ScuewTbw4RI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ii-_XWY8Rg4/S220/Our+Rings.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1153667164614380475.post-2951461850915144109</id><published>2010-07-16T05:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T05:37:43.594-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ALMOST THERE</title><content type='html'>It's Friday again. Another week has come and gone, for most that is. I will still have a ton to do as we are at the finish on rehabbing the house Glen bought. The new walls are up, the paints on the walls and the carpet is on the floors and the tile. I was at the house yesterday and did some touch up but will go back sometime today or tomorrow to finish up and start the cleanup. Vacuum, mop and do windows. And then onto the open house.&lt;br /&gt;It's only a small two bedroom but it is so cute and it has a big back yard. So here's hoping we can find a buyer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1153667164614380475-2951461850915144109?l=ohiocaligal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohiocaligal.blogspot.com/feeds/2951461850915144109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohiocaligal.blogspot.com/2010/07/almost-there.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1153667164614380475/posts/default/2951461850915144109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1153667164614380475/posts/default/2951461850915144109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohiocaligal.blogspot.com/2010/07/almost-there.html' title='ALMOST THERE'/><author><name>Barb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16416067746527777565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9wfOsQ03Jb4/ScuewTbw4RI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ii-_XWY8Rg4/S220/Our+Rings.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1153667164614380475.post-1730285212872939159</id><published>2010-07-08T09:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T10:26:35.728-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I remember "The SHAKING HAS BEGUN"</title><content type='html'>Years ago while attending Christ Assembly Church in National City, Ca. my Pastor, Jesse Rose spoke on a vision he had. Basically he talked about how God had shown him that many Christians would be tested over the coming years before his coming and many would fall away. He said that This nation would pull farther from the truths in God word and we are beginning to see that more in evidence today. I too fell away for a brief while. But God forgives and he brings you back into the fold. I have lost my original notes from Pastors teaching but he said that during this testing phase many who think they are strong grounded Christian would fall away from the teaching of the church, they would grab hold of earthly pleasures and ideas and ignore what God teaches us to do.&lt;br /&gt;I know when I fell away, I did so because I was tired of mental abuse I was getting. Sometimes mental abuse is harder on you then physical abuse. For me my Christian walk was greatly effected by the constant chipping away of my self esteem caused by my husband telling me that I was dumb. Here I was a graduate from high school with full honors, who held down a demanding job in a major department store, was dumb. And I guess I was because I let the abuse go on for 10 years. But after counseling with professional and with my Pastor he did not get it. I was still not capable of taking care of myself or my home without being told how to do it. I was stripped of my strength and I let it happen because I believed in the sanctity of marriage. I believed I had to stay with this, but it became to much and I fell. And many like me has also failed, but we can be forgiven and we can come back to Gods fold. This nation is being shaken like it never has. We are being faced with losing those things which our forefathers held dear and that was the freedom to worship God as we chose. The government is trying very hard to take our basic beliefs away from us and we need to take a stand. God says there are no passive Christians. There are only those who believe and those who don't. As Pastor used to say you can not straddle the fence. I am also reminded of the David Wilkerson said, that this nation would fall if we did not turn from our "wicked ways", He quoted scripture that said, "If my people who are called by my name will humble themselves and pray I will hear and I will answer." We need to get on our knees and pray as we have never prayed before, and ask God to turn this great nation around and bring us back to his fold where we first started. "THE SHAKING HAS BEGUN.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1153667164614380475-1730285212872939159?l=ohiocaligal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohiocaligal.blogspot.com/feeds/1730285212872939159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohiocaligal.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-remember-shaking-has-begun.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1153667164614380475/posts/default/1730285212872939159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1153667164614380475/posts/default/1730285212872939159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohiocaligal.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-remember-shaking-has-begun.html' title='I remember &quot;The SHAKING HAS BEGUN&quot;'/><author><name>Barb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16416067746527777565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9wfOsQ03Jb4/ScuewTbw4RI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ii-_XWY8Rg4/S220/Our+Rings.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1153667164614380475.post-177594891202206914</id><published>2010-07-07T09:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-07T10:10:04.217-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MY BLOG</title><content type='html'>I've been reading some of my blogs and it looks kinda boring. When I started this blog I had hoped that my family would join me here but only my daughter-in-law Danielle joined at Bither Family Blog. But she bless her heart has her hands full of two daughter and a son on the way in Aug and she also takes care of my daughter Hannah's girl Arianna. Plus she is the secretary at her church and her and mt son our youth ministers at their church in Chula Vista, CA. So shes pretty busy. But this blog was intended to help us keep up with each other. So here goes. My son Thomas is busy building his tattoo business and he has a beautiful wife MaryJean and a very beautiful daughter Drisana. He works for Crower making Racing cams when not doing tattoos or designing "Flash" that what they call the tattoo's before they are put on you. Thomas is my eldest. And such a handsome man he looks a lot like his father Tom Sr who is with God. Then there is my daughter Jennifer my 2ND born. She is the mother of 5 plus one step who in reality is a daughter of her heart. She is a graduate of the University of Phoenix and has her bachelor's in Business and is currently or was working on her masters. She is working for a company called Genesis Fire Protection out of Scottsdale, AZ. She is expecting a new daughter in August and has one beautiful daughter Felicia who resides in heaven with her paternal grandfather. Next is my son Richard who is married to Danielle mentioned above. He is a mechanic and an elder at this church and he does a lot of work for those who can't get their cars repaired through a dealership. The next is my beautiful daughter Mary Lanez, She gave up her life in San Diego to go help her sister out in Phoenix when Felicia was taken from us. She works for Bank of America and writes poetry. And my youngest Hannah is the mother Arianna aka Ali, she works for Farmers Market in National City , Ca and has since she graduated from High school, she took a small break and moved here for a few months which resulted in Arianna who is also daughter of Jimmy my husbands son. (We told them you are like brother and sister but they didn't listen. Arianna is the result and she is absolutely beautiful. Then there Sandy my step-daughter who has three of her own plus one stepson ans she has her hands full everyday as she runs a day care service here in Newark. Then there is Glen Jr who is disabled but is an avid fisherman, who fishes every chance he get but he practice catch and release which protects our fishing supplies as he doesn't eat fish. Last but not least is Jimmy Glens youngest who also is disabled with a Sleeping disorder, that boy falls asleep painting high up on ladders, (scary) he is the father of three and step father to two. so that's my family I hope you aren't to bored reading about my family.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1153667164614380475-177594891202206914?l=ohiocaligal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohiocaligal.blogspot.com/feeds/177594891202206914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohiocaligal.blogspot.com/2010/07/my-blog.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1153667164614380475/posts/default/177594891202206914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1153667164614380475/posts/default/177594891202206914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohiocaligal.blogspot.com/2010/07/my-blog.html' title='MY BLOG'/><author><name>Barb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16416067746527777565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9wfOsQ03Jb4/ScuewTbw4RI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ii-_XWY8Rg4/S220/Our+Rings.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1153667164614380475.post-2364021245924234592</id><published>2010-07-05T02:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T03:05:38.678-07:00</updated><title type='text'>INDEPENDENCE DAY</title><content type='html'>Independence Day has come and gone. The 4th of July, this great nations birthday. But does the American people remember why we truly celebrate this day. Some may like our veterans and the families of our fallen heroes do, but does the average American really understand what its all about. Its not about the picnic or that it's a day off from work. It's not just about fireworks and "Red, White and Boom!"&lt;br /&gt;Independence Day is about &lt;strong&gt;"FREEDOM"&lt;/strong&gt;. Freedom to go where we want without fear, Freedom to read, or watch what we want again with out fear. But mostly it is about the freedom to worship God without being told how to worship Him.&lt;br /&gt;Our forefathers left the nation of their birth to come to this new land that had no comforts of civilization like they had at home to start over. Because they were being punished for believing in something different then their KING. They had to hide their Bibles because the King decreed only his Bible was the translation to be used, only his form of worship was allowed. So they gave up everything to be able to worship as they pleased. But the King and his LAWS followed them here and so did the TAXES and injustices. So we rebelled and fought and won our freedom from those laws and injustices. Now in 2010 we see those injustices happening here again. Today I heard someone say we have no freedoms anymore. That this nation is no longer free. And they used the statement that our government is taking away their disability payments. OK say they do, but I have to ask WHY? Why take away disability payments, and I'll say because Americans have become LAZY, I see it everyday. "I've filed for disability because I hurt my back, or because I ate to much and became to fat to work or because I have been label with a mental disease." That is why this Nation is failing, people don't want to work anymore they want someone else to do it for them. But our forefathers, and fallen heroes fought for that persons freedom, so what, you can no longer do manual labor, you have a mind and you can learn a new trade, so go to school and learn something. That is what freedom is for. Free to go and improve to change and explore not to live off someone else's labors. Yes we will always have "POOR" around us for what ever reason. But we don't have to stay "POOR" because we have the Freedom to choose to change, many nations don't have that choice. We fought and won our FREEDOM by good old hard work and determination. No Freedom isn't free, it's paid for by men and woman who down thru the years who gave their lives so we can "Pray the way we want to, to party til dawn or fish everyday for the rest of your life at someone else's expense." Independence Day is this nations birthday the day we celebrate our freedom from oppression.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1153667164614380475-2364021245924234592?l=ohiocaligal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohiocaligal.blogspot.com/feeds/2364021245924234592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohiocaligal.blogspot.com/2010/07/independence-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1153667164614380475/posts/default/2364021245924234592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1153667164614380475/posts/default/2364021245924234592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohiocaligal.blogspot.com/2010/07/independence-day.html' title='INDEPENDENCE DAY'/><author><name>Barb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16416067746527777565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9wfOsQ03Jb4/ScuewTbw4RI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ii-_XWY8Rg4/S220/Our+Rings.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1153667164614380475.post-5148418696218606696</id><published>2010-06-22T17:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T17:36:12.911-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I AM SO TIRED</title><content type='html'>It's been a long day today. But for the most part I've been hiding here in the house. It is hot outside and muggy. We had a bad thunderstorm early this morning. I woke to the sound of the Angels marching in heaven. Or as my mother used to say, Grandpa spilled his tater wagon. But it is not a sound I like. Especially when it sounds like it is right in our room. But Glen just rolled over and put his arms around me and said, It's OK honey I've got you. And I was content. The storm faded away and the nest I knew it was 7:00 and the alarm was going off.  So I did not get the rest I needed but I did get the comfort I needed.  So I can cope.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1153667164614380475-5148418696218606696?l=ohiocaligal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohiocaligal.blogspot.com/feeds/5148418696218606696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohiocaligal.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-am-so-tired.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1153667164614380475/posts/default/5148418696218606696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1153667164614380475/posts/default/5148418696218606696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohiocaligal.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-am-so-tired.html' title='I AM SO TIRED'/><author><name>Barb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16416067746527777565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9wfOsQ03Jb4/ScuewTbw4RI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ii-_XWY8Rg4/S220/Our+Rings.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1153667164614380475.post-3258713094478653750</id><published>2010-06-19T20:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-19T20:50:09.168-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FATHER</title><content type='html'>We all have father's out there. Some are really great father's and then there are some that while they contributed the sperm to call them fathers is well I won't put it onto words. It's the fathers that are there no matter what for their children that I want to thank. My own father while he provided a roof over our heads and food to eat wasn't a very good father. But God says we are to honor are Mother and father so here is what I will try to do. My father was orphaned at the age of 12. He was raised by his sister and her husband for a few years until he was on his own. He was crippled shortly after and had a constant limp as one leg was about three inches shorter then the other. To me he was a mean old man. We worked from early morning until the sun set planting, weeding or cleaning, and canning. And it was hard work. My father had a "truck" garden that was our 1/2 acre plus another few more acres that he rented from our neighbor. We planted in "hotbeds" while the snow was still on the ground and once the frost was past we planted all that land in garden. We had everything under the sun. Plus we had a few fruit trees. My father thought nothing of backhanding us or beating us. But all in all he was a somewhat good father in that he made sure we had food to eat and clothes to wear. I guess it was in his later years that he began to change. It was after I left home. And he began to see the error of his ways. I wasn't here but many speak of it. So to my father. I thank you for working us hard for tearing up finished homework and making me redo it all. For pushing me and making me who I am today. But I want to thank my Heavenly father for keeping his hand on me and for protecting me and keeping me in his loving arms all these years.  I love you both.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1153667164614380475-3258713094478653750?l=ohiocaligal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohiocaligal.blogspot.com/feeds/3258713094478653750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohiocaligal.blogspot.com/2010/06/father.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1153667164614380475/posts/default/3258713094478653750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1153667164614380475/posts/default/3258713094478653750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohiocaligal.blogspot.com/2010/06/father.html' title='FATHER'/><author><name>Barb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16416067746527777565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9wfOsQ03Jb4/ScuewTbw4RI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ii-_XWY8Rg4/S220/Our+Rings.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1153667164614380475.post-4120002296703589593</id><published>2010-06-19T08:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-19T08:50:13.240-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BORED</title><content type='html'>Here it is Saturday and I am bored stiff. Saturdays are getting to be the same thing week after week. Sit and watch TV. Once upon a time we'd be out fishing on a Saturday but anymore all we do is watch TV. Yes during the winter that's fine but come on, it's sunny and nice out but here we are watching TV or at least Glen is.  I sat here at this computer either typing here in blog or playing games and I'm tired of this.  We have had a wee bit of rain these past few weeks but today is beautiful but Glen wants to sit and watch TV.  &lt;strong&gt;BORING!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;  What can I do to get him going.  We have bikes and we could be practicing on our riding skills but no here we sit.  I think I'll go trim that tree out front.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1153667164614380475-4120002296703589593?l=ohiocaligal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohiocaligal.blogspot.com/feeds/4120002296703589593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohiocaligal.blogspot.com/2010/06/bored.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1153667164614380475/posts/default/4120002296703589593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1153667164614380475/posts/default/4120002296703589593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohiocaligal.blogspot.com/2010/06/bored.html' title='BORED'/><author><name>Barb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16416067746527777565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9wfOsQ03Jb4/ScuewTbw4RI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ii-_XWY8Rg4/S220/Our+Rings.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1153667164614380475.post-3417102416574579980</id><published>2010-06-16T08:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T08:50:37.155-07:00</updated><title type='text'>STUBBORNESS IS A SIN?</title><content type='html'>Stubbornness can be a sin, why? because you are doing something that you know will harm yourself or someone else by doing it. In this case someone I love is disregarding advice and doing what they want anyway. For example my mother-in-law just had a heart attack one week ago. The Doctor told her take it easy for a few weeks stay away from the public, now if she disregards this she is doing what she wants and could bring on another heart attack. This is willful sin. And a sin none the less because she is disregarding sound medical advice. But if she obeys and does what she's told she'll make a full recovery. That's what being stubborn does. You do what you want and have no care for what might happen therefore causing others to reap the problems that stubbornness causes. If someone reads this and has a scripture to help me out I'd appreciate it because the person being stubborn is a christian and disagrees with what I'm trying to get across that being whether it's God or man if you don't follow good sound advice it's sin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1153667164614380475-3417102416574579980?l=ohiocaligal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohiocaligal.blogspot.com/feeds/3417102416574579980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohiocaligal.blogspot.com/2010/06/stubborness-is-sin.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1153667164614380475/posts/default/3417102416574579980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1153667164614380475/posts/default/3417102416574579980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohiocaligal.blogspot.com/2010/06/stubborness-is-sin.html' title='STUBBORNESS IS A SIN?'/><author><name>Barb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16416067746527777565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9wfOsQ03Jb4/ScuewTbw4RI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ii-_XWY8Rg4/S220/Our+Rings.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1153667164614380475.post-56477008676797455</id><published>2010-06-15T08:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T08:57:23.481-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BIG SCARE</title><content type='html'>We had a big scare a week ago tomorrow. We were out for the evening. And after a bit of fun together we headed home and off to bed. About an hour after we got to bed we got a phone call from Ray, Mom's husband and said the squad was taking her to the hospital. When we got there her room was full of people, Doctor Randy (a client of Glens from Way back when I first got here)and a whole mess of Nurses. After a bit we found out that Mom had had a heart attack. We called Tammy my sister-in-law and then we waited. And we waited. Or it seemed like we waited, but all told we got to the hospital within minutes of Mom and she was in there within a half an hour of the onset of her attack. Within an hour they had her in surgery to put in a stent. But those were the longest and shortest hours of our lives. Mom is a born again Christian who loves the lord and serves him faithfully, and at times like this I was grateful she was. Tammy got to the hospital at about 2:45 a.m. and mom was out of surgery by 3:30. So we settled in and waited until we could see her. At 6:30 we were aloud in and she was sleeping but she had very little color in her face and she was still in obvious pain but not the kind of pain she was in hours earlier. Over the next three days she made steady improvement and came home on day three. Like I said she's home now recovering and champing at the bit. She thinks she can still do all she did before. Mom loves her salt and this is something she will have to get used to not having as she is now on a "salt free diet." Doctor's, orders no lifting hands above the heart, no bending over for now. Or at least for the near future but she's not liking it. But she'll be fine and "Praise God she is recovering" Glen would not be able to handle her loss. He was OK until we got home then he broke down. Not many people believe it but Mom Barnett-Thornberg is the heart of this family. And we will all be lost without and we will lose her someday. But not this day. Thank You Jesus for your Blessings.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1153667164614380475-56477008676797455?l=ohiocaligal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohiocaligal.blogspot.com/feeds/56477008676797455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohiocaligal.blogspot.com/2010/06/big-scare.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1153667164614380475/posts/default/56477008676797455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1153667164614380475/posts/default/56477008676797455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohiocaligal.blogspot.com/2010/06/big-scare.html' title='BIG SCARE'/><author><name>Barb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16416067746527777565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9wfOsQ03Jb4/ScuewTbw4RI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ii-_XWY8Rg4/S220/Our+Rings.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1153667164614380475.post-1211452786291091590</id><published>2010-06-07T09:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T09:46:57.418-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WHY IS IT IS ONLY WOMENS WORK</title><content type='html'>Why is it that the house work is only women's work? Why is it that all we do is clean, clean, clean, then cook and then cook some more? Why can't a man run the vacuum once in a while? Why can't they take out the trash everyday? Why must the house be only the woman's place to keep and the men have all the fun of being out in the world everyday? Now I know that if as a woman you don't have a "JOB" you should do the house work. That I understand especially if your man works hard but when they don't work and she does why shouldn't the man do what the woman does when shes home all day? Fairs fair right? But then why shouldn't the man learn to pickup after himself and at least make an attempt to keep his home clean also. But some men just don't get it do they and they never will!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1153667164614380475-1211452786291091590?l=ohiocaligal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohiocaligal.blogspot.com/feeds/1211452786291091590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohiocaligal.blogspot.com/2010/06/why-is-it-is-only-womens-work.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1153667164614380475/posts/default/1211452786291091590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1153667164614380475/posts/default/1211452786291091590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohiocaligal.blogspot.com/2010/06/why-is-it-is-only-womens-work.html' title='WHY IS IT IS ONLY WOMENS WORK'/><author><name>Barb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16416067746527777565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9wfOsQ03Jb4/ScuewTbw4RI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ii-_XWY8Rg4/S220/Our+Rings.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1153667164614380475.post-1718880751922663218</id><published>2010-06-06T05:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-06T05:26:00.862-07:00</updated><title type='text'>STORMS</title><content type='html'>The Storms started early this past week and have been going on for most of the week. We were out last Wednesday evening and a big storm hit and we took shelter from driving in a small brick built store. The winds came and the tornado sirens went off and so we stayed put. We watched the rains come down in buckets and hoped it'd stop soon as the store was closing soon. It did (the storm that is) and we went home and curled up to watch a bit of TV. Then on Friday night we took the grand kids to McDonald's, the first in a long time as Mom and Dad were going to a "Wake" and didn't want the kids there as it was our granddaughters 8th B-day. Again while at McD's the rains came and during a quiet spell we headed to the car to take them home. And of course as we got out at home the buckets (rains) were dumped again this time on me ( the grands thought this was funny) and by the time I got the kids in the house I was soaked. We went on home and not a minute to soon as the winds picked up and the rains and hail came down. The winds were 60 plus miles an hour and tore through Newark and knocked down trees and power lines along the "Granville Rd corridor"that leads tot he center of the square. The annual "Strawberry Festival was going on at the "Courthouse Square" when this hit and trees fell on vendors booths and even turned over a semi trailer that was the "Carnival Fun house."&lt;br /&gt;No one was hurt but the lady running the fun house had to be cut out. Then yesterday the rains only hit. And all was calm until this morning. Tornado's all around us. Toledo had some and three lives were lost, a barn in Mansfield was blown away and hail hit Buckeye Lake, but here in Newark we were safe. Thank God Newark built in a valley because that is what protects us here. I'm hoping this is the end f the weather front but we'll see..... Until nest time this is the "Weather Mom" from here in Ohio with the latest updates.... LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1153667164614380475-1718880751922663218?l=ohiocaligal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohiocaligal.blogspot.com/feeds/1718880751922663218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohiocaligal.blogspot.com/2010/06/storms.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1153667164614380475/posts/default/1718880751922663218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1153667164614380475/posts/default/1718880751922663218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohiocaligal.blogspot.com/2010/06/storms.html' title='STORMS'/><author><name>Barb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16416067746527777565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9wfOsQ03Jb4/ScuewTbw4RI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ii-_XWY8Rg4/S220/Our+Rings.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1153667164614380475.post-2709104963634496104</id><published>2010-05-30T18:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T18:47:01.271-07:00</updated><title type='text'>AN EARLY MEMORIAL DAY FOR US</title><content type='html'>We had an early "Memorial Day" here in Ohio. We all gathered at Mom and Ray's and had a wonderful day. We got there at 1:30 and started setting out the necessary items and got down to grilling. Ray's son Art did the most but paid for it as med's he's on makes him a little sick with the heat. Glen's boys and their wives and kids were there and Art's wife and foster son were there. We had good food and quiet conversation for all of five minutes. The boys, (Jimmy's and Gin's) were full of energy and played a toss game. They ate really well. After all had eaten Art had to leave early because of the heat and the new med's did not mix well, and then the rest left. Glen and I stayed and played cards with Mom and Ray and now we are home. All in all it was a good but tiring day. But it's a day we would not have if it weren't for the men and women how gave their lives for the freedoms we enjoy so much. So to all who serve this great nation Thank you. And May God Bless and keep you and yours.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1153667164614380475-2709104963634496104?l=ohiocaligal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohiocaligal.blogspot.com/feeds/2709104963634496104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohiocaligal.blogspot.com/2010/05/early-memorial-day-for-us.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1153667164614380475/posts/default/2709104963634496104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1153667164614380475/posts/default/2709104963634496104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohiocaligal.blogspot.com/2010/05/early-memorial-day-for-us.html' title='AN EARLY MEMORIAL DAY FOR US'/><author><name>Barb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16416067746527777565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9wfOsQ03Jb4/ScuewTbw4RI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ii-_XWY8Rg4/S220/Our+Rings.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1153667164614380475.post-506929007423370830</id><published>2010-05-25T12:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T12:36:10.753-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BEING 3,000 MILES FROM YOUR KIDS IS HARD</title><content type='html'>I know it was my choice but I thought, gee fly back to CA once or twice a year and I'd be ok but as each year passes I miss my kids more and more.  More grandkids that I won't get to hug and kiss and hold,  Troubles come and I can't be there.  And just plain not seeing my kids all 5 at any given time is hard.  And then I have family here, (steps) but not.  I'm lonely for my kids.  I'm tired of not being a mom and a grandma.  So being 3000 miles away is hard.  I miss my kids.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1153667164614380475-506929007423370830?l=ohiocaligal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohiocaligal.blogspot.com/feeds/506929007423370830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohiocaligal.blogspot.com/2010/05/being-3000-miles-from-your-kids-is-hard.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1153667164614380475/posts/default/506929007423370830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1153667164614380475/posts/default/506929007423370830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohiocaligal.blogspot.com/2010/05/being-3000-miles-from-your-kids-is-hard.html' title='BEING 3,000 MILES FROM YOUR KIDS IS HARD'/><author><name>Barb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16416067746527777565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9wfOsQ03Jb4/ScuewTbw4RI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ii-_XWY8Rg4/S220/Our+Rings.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1153667164614380475.post-7535922707652301130</id><published>2010-05-06T12:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T12:24:59.223-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HE'S HOME.......</title><content type='html'>Glen got home last night at midnight or so, actually he got home this morning. I was very glad to see him. He came home with a sunburn on his neck It's so burnt is almost crisp. (He hasn't learned to use sunblock.)And stories of the ones that got away "LOL". He did finally catch a flounder and three sea trout. He got to see dolphins and hooked a really weird fish. Which we are still trying to identify. But since he didn't take a picture of it all I have to go by is his drawing??? Which is pretty sad but I've looked at pictures of fish until I'm blue and still can't find his. But he's back. Safe sound and a few pounds lighter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1153667164614380475-7535922707652301130?l=ohiocaligal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohiocaligal.blogspot.com/feeds/7535922707652301130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohiocaligal.blogspot.com/2010/05/hes-home.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1153667164614380475/posts/default/7535922707652301130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1153667164614380475/posts/default/7535922707652301130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohiocaligal.blogspot.com/2010/05/hes-home.html' title='HE&apos;S HOME.......'/><author><name>Barb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16416067746527777565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9wfOsQ03Jb4/ScuewTbw4RI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ii-_XWY8Rg4/S220/Our+Rings.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1153667164614380475.post-4154700037852717682</id><published>2010-05-03T15:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T15:46:08.287-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Glen's coming home soon?</title><content type='html'>Glen left last week on the 28th. for a week in sunny Florida by himself leaving me here alone to take care of business. He went to stay with a friend and go fishing. But the fishing hasn't been so hot. A few Mackerel, a lady fish and pin fish but nothing more. He did catch a good sunburn on his neck and arms. So he says. He said he looked as red as a cherry. OH no! But he'll be home Wednesday evening Yeah! I miss him. I just can not sleep with him away. But my sleepless nights will soon be over and he'll be "Back in my arms again."  I am so tired of sleeping on that couch! OUCH!!! LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1153667164614380475-4154700037852717682?l=ohiocaligal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohiocaligal.blogspot.com/feeds/4154700037852717682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohiocaligal.blogspot.com/2010/05/glens-coming-home-soon.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1153667164614380475/posts/default/4154700037852717682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1153667164614380475/posts/default/4154700037852717682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohiocaligal.blogspot.com/2010/05/glens-coming-home-soon.html' title='Glen&apos;s coming home soon?'/><author><name>Barb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16416067746527777565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9wfOsQ03Jb4/ScuewTbw4RI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ii-_XWY8Rg4/S220/Our+Rings.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1153667164614380475.post-1469951341192692586</id><published>2010-04-27T07:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T07:13:22.128-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MISSING HIM ALREADY.....</title><content type='html'>Glen leaves for a week in Florida for some time in the sun. Or at least working in the sun. Friends of ours need help with some basic clean up and such and they are elderly so off he goes to help. We have two big projects in the works here so, I'm here in Ohio holding down the fort until he gets home in a week. Mind you though he leaves tomorrow. So with all the packing and getting him ready I'm already missing him. I'd have like to have gone but it's one of those working vacations and the friend goes in to the hospital the day Glen gets there and his wife, bless her has her hands full just worrying about her husband without worrying about guests to boot. So here I sit in Ohio all waiting.....Missing him...... and wanting him home again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1153667164614380475-1469951341192692586?l=ohiocaligal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohiocaligal.blogspot.com/feeds/1469951341192692586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohiocaligal.blogspot.com/2010/04/missing-him-already.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1153667164614380475/posts/default/1469951341192692586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1153667164614380475/posts/default/1469951341192692586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohiocaligal.blogspot.com/2010/04/missing-him-already.html' title='MISSING HIM ALREADY.....'/><author><name>Barb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16416067746527777565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9wfOsQ03Jb4/ScuewTbw4RI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ii-_XWY8Rg4/S220/Our+Rings.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1153667164614380475.post-942121958791970906</id><published>2010-04-21T12:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T12:33:00.349-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pastor Asked? WHO DO YOU SAY THAT I AM?</title><content type='html'>I wrote this back in March and we just finished up the study on Sunday and Pastor compared how Jesus was when he was here on earth the first time and how he will be like when he returns. He was born in humble surroundings and grew up poor. But when he returns he will not be the humble man we read about, but he will be the victorious leader who Will conqueror sin once and for all. He left us by ascending quietly into the clouds but when he returns every eye will see him. That will be an amazing sight. The sermon was awesome, and it makes you think. It brings home how important it is to reach all our families and friends before he returns so we can all be a part of the "New Heaven and the New Earth. Are you ready? I've inserted my poem once again. So please read and enjoy but mostly think of "Who do you say Jesus is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHO DO YOU SAY THAT I AM?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who do you say that I am?&lt;br /&gt;I call you God.&lt;br /&gt;Who do you say that I am?&lt;br /&gt;I call you Father.&lt;br /&gt;Who do you say that I am?&lt;br /&gt;I call you my friend.&lt;br /&gt;You are the Alpha and Omega&lt;br /&gt;The beginning and the end&lt;br /&gt;The All seeing master&lt;br /&gt;The Shepherd and the King.&lt;br /&gt;You are the one I turn to&lt;br /&gt;When life is full of joy&lt;br /&gt;You are the one I turn to&lt;br /&gt;When Life is full of pain.&lt;br /&gt;You are the one I turn to.&lt;br /&gt;When I am sad and lost.&lt;br /&gt;You give me strength to meet each day.&lt;br /&gt;You full fill my every need.&lt;br /&gt;Who do you say that I am?&lt;br /&gt;You are Christ the Risen King.&lt;br /&gt;You are the Savior hoped for.&lt;br /&gt;The Shepherd that leads the flock.&lt;br /&gt;You are the great physician. &lt;br /&gt;You are the one we need.&lt;br /&gt;Who do you say that I am.&lt;br /&gt;I call you Christ the Son of God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Written by Barbara Bourst-Barnett&lt;br /&gt;March 10, 2010&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1153667164614380475-942121958791970906?l=ohiocaligal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohiocaligal.blogspot.com/feeds/942121958791970906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohiocaligal.blogspot.com/2010/04/pastor-asked-who-do-you-say-that-i-am.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1153667164614380475/posts/default/942121958791970906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1153667164614380475/posts/default/942121958791970906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohiocaligal.blogspot.com/2010/04/pastor-asked-who-do-you-say-that-i-am.html' title='Pastor Asked? WHO DO YOU SAY THAT I AM?'/><author><name>Barb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16416067746527777565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9wfOsQ03Jb4/ScuewTbw4RI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ii-_XWY8Rg4/S220/Our+Rings.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1153667164614380475.post-6027583035510043540</id><published>2010-04-19T18:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T18:46:15.069-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MOTHER:S DAY.....</title><content type='html'>Mother's Day is just a few weeks away. I went out and got cards for all the Mom's in my family. But it wasn't easy. I had to read each one and decide which mom it went to. But I did it. But it was worth it. There are some pretty amazing mom's in this family. There's my mother-in-law who goes out of her way to do so many things for her kids and grand kids. Then my sister-in-law who is really sweet. And then my girls. Each unique in her own way when it comes to parenting and last but not least my daughter-in-laws and Aunt Naomi. 12 fabulous strong women who could ask for more.  to all of you I love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1153667164614380475-6027583035510043540?l=ohiocaligal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohiocaligal.blogspot.com/feeds/6027583035510043540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohiocaligal.blogspot.com/2010/04/mothers-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1153667164614380475/posts/default/6027583035510043540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1153667164614380475/posts/default/6027583035510043540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohiocaligal.blogspot.com/2010/04/mothers-day.html' title='MOTHER:S DAY.....'/><author><name>Barb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16416067746527777565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9wfOsQ03Jb4/ScuewTbw4RI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ii-_XWY8Rg4/S220/Our+Rings.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1153667164614380475.post-4896376816268920914</id><published>2010-04-18T10:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T10:57:24.782-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DREAMING AGAIN.....</title><content type='html'>I don't know about most people but I dream a lot, some are really vivid dreams. So vivid I've woke up screaming, those kind are called nightmares and I've scared Glen out of his wits at times. But last night I had a weird dream. In a way it was nice but out of whack. What I remember most is the clouds in the sky. We were in a crowd and it was a work party type of dream where we were doing cleaning or remodeling. But I remember looking out this very big window almost like a stage. And there were clouds in the sky big dark clouds. And as you stared you began to see shapes in the clouds. At first I saw elephants and as I walked closer I could see ostriches and monkeys and birds. And I thought this is a once in a life time event so in my dream I started snapping pictures. And thought Wow!!! Then I hard voices and I looked around and while a few others noticed one asked to see what I was taking pic of. And in the pic there were the ostriches. And they said that must be what the Garden of Eden looked like, because I began to see predator and prey laying next to each other and it was an awesome sight. And I woke up. I've had dreams like this over the years and some have stayed with me. I know that God speaks to us in dreams sometimes and he even says the Young men will dream dreams etc. &lt;br /&gt;Another dream I had years ago when my children were very little was, "I was walking at a carnival with my children and a dragon flew over head and we ran and hid in a cave, but Thomas my oldest son ran off and was walking in a valley of mystics. there were magicians, and women with crystal balls etc. And I remember yelling for Tucker (Thomas's nickname) and not being able to find him and I was very scared. I cried out to God to find him I looked every where.. But he was lost to me. I woke up that tie crying. I rebuked the dream and asked several ladies of my church home to pray for Thomas. Today Thomas looks to every religion but to God as a means to find himself. He has looked at eastern religions and at others and to this day I keep praying that he is not lost to God totally. I love my children and to lose one to a false religion is scary. So I pray everyday for each of them to come to love God more then I could ever show them. Yes I dream and most times I don't care for what I dream especially if that dream involves my kids. &lt;br /&gt;In another dream I was living in Sunnyside CA.  My mother was visiting us (she never did come) and I was walking and there were children playing outside even though it was after midnight and there was a storm brewing and I kept yelling get inside,  but the children kept playing. and a hand came down from heaven and swiped across the land and everything was gone. I saw a few people from my church afterward and we were all stranded on an island that was all that was left after god swept his hand out.  And it was in my back yard and we were standing there when Jesus appeared in the sky.  He had his angels came down and picked up people but when the angel picked me up I cried out what about my mom and my husband and the angel told me I had to chose.  And he left me suspended there in the air. And Again I woke up. So Jesus keep your hand upon each of my kids and their kids and may all come to know Jesus for Iknow that that is the only way we will live.  Becasue once he returns all that is evil in this land will be gone.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1153667164614380475-4896376816268920914?l=ohiocaligal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohiocaligal.blogspot.com/feeds/4896376816268920914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohiocaligal.blogspot.com/2010/04/dreaming-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1153667164614380475/posts/default/4896376816268920914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1153667164614380475/posts/default/4896376816268920914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohiocaligal.blogspot.com/2010/04/dreaming-again.html' title='DREAMING AGAIN.....'/><author><name>Barb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16416067746527777565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9wfOsQ03Jb4/ScuewTbw4RI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ii-_XWY8Rg4/S220/Our+Rings.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1153667164614380475.post-2213874815281855187</id><published>2010-04-12T11:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T11:42:21.382-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WAITING</title><content type='html'>Waiting is such a hard thing to do.  You have to wait I was told for the good things to come to you.  And in a way that is true.  Wait and work hard anf this I have done. I waited for each pregancy to end and the wait was worth it as I had a beautiful gift in each child I had.  Each was beautiful and each was unique and special in their own way.  But that waiting wasn't hard to do as I knew that I had an end date for the wait.  It's waiting for an answer from God that for me is the hardest to take.  You see many people say I have the patience of Job,  but I don't.  Not really.  You see I've waited all my life for my "DREAM HOME".  But I know that at this stage in my life I will never have it.  Tom my first husband drank away our future and Lanny my second husband wasted it away with bounced checks and well Glen has his idea of home and mine is miles apart.  To him a home is just a place to watch tv or lay his head to rest and that is pretty much what he does.  But to me a home is inviting, it's a refuge and a place where you can have family and friends over, a place where it's nice and organized.  A place where I can be me.  And my home reflex's me.  But now I know it won't be.  Maybe there's my answer.  Maybe that's why I haven't gotten my "Dream Home".  I'm not supposed to have one.  You see I know that the poeple in my family don't make it past 63.  We all die young and I am coming up on that age in a few years. So no I won't have my dream Home.  I'll just have to make do with this place where the tenants kids run and jump over my head and make a mess of the yard. A place that is old and run down and haunted memories no my own.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1153667164614380475-2213874815281855187?l=ohiocaligal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohiocaligal.blogspot.com/feeds/2213874815281855187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohiocaligal.blogspot.com/2010/04/waiting.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1153667164614380475/posts/default/2213874815281855187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1153667164614380475/posts/default/2213874815281855187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohiocaligal.blogspot.com/2010/04/waiting.html' title='WAITING'/><author><name>Barb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16416067746527777565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9wfOsQ03Jb4/ScuewTbw4RI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ii-_XWY8Rg4/S220/Our+Rings.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1153667164614380475.post-2214021443982820938</id><published>2010-04-08T11:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T11:21:23.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DOES ANYONE READ THIS STUFF?</title><content type='html'>Does anyone read this stuff here in blog spot? I know I go and read the people I'm following and sometimes I comment but mostly I just read, now mind you I'm only following two blog spots here because that's all I know at this time. But does anyone else check out the other bloggers here or attached to the ones on your followers list. Some times I do read them and I get encouragement from them and sometimes I just feel the need to pray for the one I'm reading. Just today I read on my friends blog how she and her daughter and grands went to Baltimore to pick up a new grand the family adopted and on the way they stopped by where the "Ace of Cakes" is filmed and got to meet one of the cast. And I've read on my daughter-in-laws site but she's kinda busy with two small babies at home and another one on the way. So getting free time to blog is kinda hard. But hey what the heck. It's just fun typing this thing up and it gives me practice at typing. And I am getting better everyday. And I spend less time making mistakes. So I guess it's worth it just to blog the day away or at least a minute or two. Until next time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1153667164614380475-2214021443982820938?l=ohiocaligal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohiocaligal.blogspot.com/feeds/2214021443982820938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohiocaligal.blogspot.com/2010/04/does-anyone-read-this-stuff.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1153667164614380475/posts/default/2214021443982820938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1153667164614380475/posts/default/2214021443982820938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohiocaligal.blogspot.com/2010/04/does-anyone-read-this-stuff.html' title='DOES ANYONE READ THIS STUFF?'/><author><name>Barb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16416067746527777565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9wfOsQ03Jb4/ScuewTbw4RI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ii-_XWY8Rg4/S220/Our+Rings.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1153667164614380475.post-3191201671495533954</id><published>2010-04-06T10:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T10:26:10.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'>EASTER SUNDAY 2010</title><content type='html'>Easter Sunday was a beautiful Day. Besides all the sunshine, the service at church was unique. Imagine a coffee shop and two friends meet up and one a christian asks how his friend was going to spend Easter Sunday to which the friend replied probably sleep in, then the friend asked about going to church to which the friend replied that he didn't believe that Jesus rose form the dead that it was just a story. The friend related scriptures to friend, in between this the Pastor spoke and highlighted what was going on. I think it brought the message home in a way that many could easily understand. It was like I said an unusual service but very nice. After that it was home to finish the ham and load up for Mom's and the Easter dinner. Everyone liked the ham. And we were all filled to the brim. After eating it was outside to watch the kids hunt for eggs and in general have a ton of fun. After all with kids had left and the older adults could settle down and relax I got a call from Hannah. California was hit with a 7.2 magnitude earthquake. While all were rattled a bit all was safe. The kids were a bit shook up but OK. My son Rich and Thomas were outside when it hit and he said the cars looked like boats bobbing on water but in fact they were on land. He, "the bugger" thought it was neat. After listening to the news and knowing that my kids were in God's hands we ended the evening with Mom and Ray playing cards at which Mom and Glen soundly beat Ray and myself. Happy Easter and Thank you Lord for protecting my family this Easter Day 2010&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1153667164614380475-3191201671495533954?l=ohiocaligal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohiocaligal.blogspot.com/feeds/3191201671495533954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohiocaligal.blogspot.com/2010/04/easter-sunday-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1153667164614380475/posts/default/3191201671495533954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1153667164614380475/posts/default/3191201671495533954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohiocaligal.blogspot.com/2010/04/easter-sunday-2010.html' title='EASTER SUNDAY 2010'/><author><name>Barb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16416067746527777565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9wfOsQ03Jb4/ScuewTbw4RI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ii-_XWY8Rg4/S220/Our+Rings.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1153667164614380475.post-3086102872565759541</id><published>2010-03-19T12:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T12:41:39.264-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NEWS WORTHY NEWS</title><content type='html'>The news of the day is we are having a new granddaughter and a new grandson come August. The Problem? How to be in two places at once. My daughter Jennifer in AZ. is having another daughter and my daughter-in-law in San Diego is having a son at the same time. Both have the same due date. So how do I get to be present at both births? The answer is I don't unless one has one one week and the other the next. Now this will make for me granddaughter number 9, and grandson number 2. It has been 15 years since our family had a son. That was Chris Jen's 2nd child. I really want to be there for both since I haven't even seen the last granddaughter Eloise yet. she'll be the big #1.Then there's the money factor because I want to be there for both of them. But what ever way God works it out I'll be happy just to see my babies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1153667164614380475-3086102872565759541?l=ohiocaligal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohiocaligal.blogspot.com/feeds/3086102872565759541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohiocaligal.blogspot.com/2010/03/news-worthy-news.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1153667164614380475/posts/default/3086102872565759541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1153667164614380475/posts/default/3086102872565759541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohiocaligal.blogspot.com/2010/03/news-worthy-news.html' title='NEWS WORTHY NEWS'/><author><name>Barb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16416067746527777565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9wfOsQ03Jb4/ScuewTbw4RI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ii-_XWY8Rg4/S220/Our+Rings.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1153667164614380475.post-3164130174476583477</id><published>2010-03-03T13:25:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T13:35:17.626-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I HAD  DREAM......</title><content type='html'>Last night I had dream. It wasn't that unusual for me. But it was I think prophetic. I dreamed I was at church working with children again. I don't know if that is what or where God is leading me but I'm all ears. I have always wanted to be a teacher. But those dreams are gone. Yes I know I raised five children and anyone who has children know that you are their first teacher. And in that sense I was a teacher. And I taught Sunday School for over thirty years. What I am saying here is that my dream of becoming a school teacher is gone. In my dream I can see or feel children and I saw one of the ladies from our church there. Lucy Reed. I was doing my "Miss Minnie Pockets" routine.  Miss Minnie is a little old lady with a so so Irish accent.  She has tons of pockets in whatever outfit she wears and in each pocket is an item that relates a story of some type related to the Lord.  She is always ready to help any child in need and she loves to sing even if she's a bit off key when in character.  Is God whating a revival of Miss Minnie.  I haven't done her sense I've been back here in Ohio.  Like I said I am all ears to whatever theLord is leading in my life.  Tonight is the first time I've been to w Wednesday night service in a long while.  I'm looking forward to see what God has in store.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1153667164614380475-3164130174476583477?l=ohiocaligal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohiocaligal.blogspot.com/feeds/3164130174476583477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohiocaligal.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-had-dream.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1153667164614380475/posts/default/3164130174476583477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1153667164614380475/posts/default/3164130174476583477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohiocaligal.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-had-dream.html' title='I HAD  DREAM......'/><author><name>Barb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16416067746527777565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9wfOsQ03Jb4/ScuewTbw4RI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ii-_XWY8Rg4/S220/Our+Rings.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1153667164614380475.post-1828064624736140641</id><published>2010-03-01T15:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T07:02:50.467-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WHO DO YOU SAY THAT I AM?</title><content type='html'>That was the topic for the last few weeks of church services. Our Pastor has asked us to contribute our art work. And I did a picture and a poem which you will read at the end here But I got to thinking about Who I think God is. He is Alpha and Omega, He's the Good Shepard. The all seeing eye. He's the Savior. But who do I think that he is. He's my father. He's my king. He's my physician. My counselor. But he's more much more then that. Who is he to me. In years past he was the husband I needed when mine was to drunk to care or to judgemental. He was my friend when I had no one to talk to. God over the years has been many things to me so there is really no one thing that he is. He's God. It's that simple. It's that easy. But that in and of itself makes him so much more. Who Do you say that I am. I say you are God. You are Alpha and Omega the beginning and the end and there is no other on in or under this earth whereby men can live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHO DO YOU SAY THAT I AM?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who do you say that I am?&lt;br /&gt;I call you God.&lt;br /&gt;Who do you say that I am?&lt;br /&gt;I call you Father.&lt;br /&gt;Who do you say that I am?&lt;br /&gt;I call you my friend.&lt;br /&gt;You are the Alpha and Omega&lt;br /&gt;The beginning and the end&lt;br /&gt;The All seeing master&lt;br /&gt;The Shepherd and the King.&lt;br /&gt;You are the one I turn to&lt;br /&gt;When life is full of joy&lt;br /&gt;You are the one I turn to&lt;br /&gt;When Life is full of pain.&lt;br /&gt;You are the one I turn to.&lt;br /&gt;When I am sad and lost.&lt;br /&gt;You give me strength to meet each day.&lt;br /&gt;You full fill my every need.&lt;br /&gt;Who do you say that I am?&lt;br /&gt;You are Christ the Risen King.&lt;br /&gt;You are the Savior hoped for.&lt;br /&gt;The Shepherd that leads the flock.&lt;br /&gt;You are the great physician. &lt;br /&gt;You are the one we need.&lt;br /&gt;Who do you say that I am.&lt;br /&gt;I call you Christ the Son of God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Written by Barbara Bourst-Barnett&lt;br /&gt;March 10, 2010&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1153667164614380475-1828064624736140641?l=ohiocaligal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohiocaligal.blogspot.com/feeds/1828064624736140641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohiocaligal.blogspot.com/2010/03/who-do-you-say-that-i-am.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1153667164614380475/posts/default/1828064624736140641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1153667164614380475/posts/default/1828064624736140641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohiocaligal.blogspot.com/2010/03/who-do-you-say-that-i-am.html' title='WHO DO YOU SAY THAT I AM?'/><author><name>Barb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16416067746527777565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9wfOsQ03Jb4/ScuewTbw4RI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ii-_XWY8Rg4/S220/Our+Rings.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1153667164614380475.post-2231213461395504734</id><published>2010-02-27T10:28:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-27T10:40:09.334-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I THOUGHT MY ROOF FELL IN</title><content type='html'>While making the bed Thursday. There was a Hugh crash. It sounded like a ships cannon going off right over my head. But it wasn't a cannon. It was a gutter filled with an "Ice Dam" giving way under all that weight and it came down. It shook the whole bedroom,knocked knick knacks off the shelves and sent the cat flying out of the room. I have never seen the cat move so fast even when being chased by a dog. Of course I knew what had happened. But man a live I thought I was a goner. I thought the roof was damaged for sure. But I guess with all that snow still on the roof it acted as a cushion. Praise be! But Glen bless his heart finally got the idea and sent our worker up in the roof and knocked the rest of the icicles down before they cause any damage other then to my nerves. But hey, Mother Nature isn't finished yet. We had another 3" of snow last night. Breaking the Ohio snow total for the month of February. We are at 29.5" and counting because we have to get through Saturday and Sunday and then well have an official snowfall total. I can't wait for spring of at least until I can go see my kids in San Diego/ Arizona.&lt;br /&gt;NO more snow please!!!!! On a sadder note Chile was hit by an 8.plus earthquake and my kids are watching for possible Tidal waves in San Diego. Hope they don't get one and that no ones does.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1153667164614380475-2231213461395504734?l=ohiocaligal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohiocaligal.blogspot.com/feeds/2231213461395504734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohiocaligal.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-thought-my-roof-fell-in.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1153667164614380475/posts/default/2231213461395504734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1153667164614380475/posts/default/2231213461395504734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohiocaligal.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-thought-my-roof-fell-in.html' title='I THOUGHT MY ROOF FELL IN'/><author><name>Barb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16416067746527777565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9wfOsQ03Jb4/ScuewTbw4RI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ii-_XWY8Rg4/S220/Our+Rings.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1153667164614380475.post-3798100532153345592</id><published>2010-02-24T08:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T09:01:59.233-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WHAT DOES IT TAKE TO RAISE A CHILD?</title><content type='html'>What does it take to raise a child? The best of God, Home, family and school. But what do you do when that fails? What do you do when God is not taught or is not even in the picture! And how do you get teachers to help when families are a thing of the past. How do you reach out and help someone when they don't want your help? I recently saw pictures of a home that was beyond filthy! There was not one inch of clear floor to be seen! Dried crusted food on counters, on dishes and no food in the cabinets!Animal feces on the floor and sleeping mattresses. No furniture except mattresses on the floor or cardboard for children to sleep on? Is this what has become of America? What has happened when a parent works a full day at work, does the work stop once you leave the place of employment? As a single mom years back, I know that once I was home I still had work to do once I got off that bus form work. For me the real work began with doing the dishes , laundry, sweeping mopping and mending, and spending just some quality time worth each of my five kids. In today's world there are to many single moms out there raising kids alone? Are all of them to tired to clean house? Who should have custody of a child of six when living conditions are this bad. Who's to blame. The mom who is tired and to passive to make the kids behave, the kids who tear up. Or the father who is not in the home? But who cares but is not given a choice here? Who should have custody? I am in a quandry here? All I can do is trust that God will protect the children? For they are the losers here all the way around!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1153667164614380475-3798100532153345592?l=ohiocaligal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohiocaligal.blogspot.com/feeds/3798100532153345592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohiocaligal.blogspot.com/2010/02/what-does-it-take-to-raise-child.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1153667164614380475/posts/default/3798100532153345592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1153667164614380475/posts/default/3798100532153345592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohiocaligal.blogspot.com/2010/02/what-does-it-take-to-raise-child.html' title='WHAT DOES IT TAKE TO RAISE A CHILD?'/><author><name>Barb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16416067746527777565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9wfOsQ03Jb4/ScuewTbw4RI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ii-_XWY8Rg4/S220/Our+Rings.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1153667164614380475.post-2345520431329893592</id><published>2010-02-18T10:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T10:25:17.563-08:00</updated><title type='text'>IT CAME DOWN WITH A BOOM!</title><content type='html'>Well it all came down today with a big &lt;strong&gt;"BOOM"&lt;/strong&gt; that 18 foot icicle came down and wow I thought a car had slid into the house. Glen and I went out to check out what it was and the thing covered the alley way. It broke into three large and several smaller pieces and blocked the alley. Glen and our neighbor next door moved it as it was too big to move alone. Until next time......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1153667164614380475-2345520431329893592?l=ohiocaligal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohiocaligal.blogspot.com/feeds/2345520431329893592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohiocaligal.blogspot.com/2010/02/it-came-down-with-boom.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1153667164614380475/posts/default/2345520431329893592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1153667164614380475/posts/default/2345520431329893592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohiocaligal.blogspot.com/2010/02/it-came-down-with-boom.html' title='IT CAME DOWN WITH A BOOM!'/><author><name>Barb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16416067746527777565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9wfOsQ03Jb4/ScuewTbw4RI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ii-_XWY8Rg4/S220/Our+Rings.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1153667164614380475.post-3879905425764060982</id><published>2010-02-15T07:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T07:46:07.140-08:00</updated><title type='text'>IT'S SNOWING AGAIN</title><content type='html'>As you can see from the pictures on the side here that we had a pretty good snow.  The deepth of the snow was taken after the first snow on Feb 5th, and before the second snow a week later.  That was at 14 inches then.  But it's snowing again.  We had a few days to thaw out a bit as you can see from the icicles on the side of the house.  Those are some big icicles at 18 feet in lenght.  And we have another snow storm just starting where we are supposed to get from 3" to 9" of snow.  I'm hoping for the latter as we are less then a block from the river and while we are at the area of the river that hasn't flooded in a while there is always that one chance.  This is the deepest snow here in quite a few years.  In 1959 I believe we had a flood here that is to this day marked by an Indian Totem pole that marked the height where the river crested.  My Grandmother was rescued from that flood back then and I remember my mom giong over and helping her clean up afterwards.  And all this snow scares me in that respect. But I trust that God will protect as he is the Almighty and we are in his hands always.  But once again it is snowing.  It's beautiful to look at "pristine white", and fun to play in if you can stand the cold.  But deadly when not respected.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1153667164614380475-3879905425764060982?l=ohiocaligal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohiocaligal.blogspot.com/feeds/3879905425764060982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohiocaligal.blogspot.com/2010/02/its-snowing-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1153667164614380475/posts/default/3879905425764060982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1153667164614380475/posts/default/3879905425764060982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohiocaligal.blogspot.com/2010/02/its-snowing-again.html' title='IT&apos;S SNOWING AGAIN'/><author><name>Barb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16416067746527777565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9wfOsQ03Jb4/ScuewTbw4RI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ii-_XWY8Rg4/S220/Our+Rings.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1153667164614380475.post-6846288409482131478</id><published>2010-02-06T10:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T14:29:08.344-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SNOWY, SNOWY DAYS</title><content type='html'>It's been a very cold day here but that goes with the snow that has been falling since 9:00 A.M. Friday.  As of 2:00 Saturday we have had 11" or more of snow fall.  Glen had to climb up on the roof of not just his mom's house but onto our deck roof the clear off the snow that had fallen. (Both roofs are fairly flat.) The weight was causing the structure to at our place to bow.  At his mom's you could hear the weight of the snow causing the roof/ceiling to groan under the weight. So at 11:30P.M. Friday night Glen climbed on the roof and cleared off the snow.&lt;br /&gt;Today when you look out all you see is white.  The trees look like they are covered in white cotton balls.  But driving is bad, very bad, while the main streets are clear the secondary streets are still covered in snow that after having been driven on becomes a sheet of ice.  We spent part of the day helping to dig people out.  Snow is beautiful but dangerous.  It's heavy wet and cold,  and so beautifully white and fluffy looking.  Until the next storm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1153667164614380475-6846288409482131478?l=ohiocaligal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohiocaligal.blogspot.com/feeds/6846288409482131478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohiocaligal.blogspot.com/2010/02/snowy-snowy-days.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1153667164614380475/posts/default/6846288409482131478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1153667164614380475/posts/default/6846288409482131478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohiocaligal.blogspot.com/2010/02/snowy-snowy-days.html' title='SNOWY, SNOWY DAYS'/><author><name>Barb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16416067746527777565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9wfOsQ03Jb4/ScuewTbw4RI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ii-_XWY8Rg4/S220/Our+Rings.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1153667164614380475.post-732214070540612055</id><published>2010-02-03T18:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T18:34:14.920-08:00</updated><title type='text'>TRIP</title><content type='html'>Hopefully in a few weeks I'll be going to Arizona and San Diego.  I'll get to see my kids again.  Oh how is miss them.  My oldest and middle daughters are in Pheonix and four grandkids and I am so looking forward to seeing all of them. I'm also looking forward to meeting my first son-in-law.  I have two beautiful daughter-in-laws but only one son-in-law.  Then after a visit there I'm going to get to see my daughter in San Diego and my two sons that are there and their families.  I have four granddaughters in San Diego.  Arianna, Drisana, Emma Lee, and Ellie May. I'll get to meet Ellie May for the very first time.  How neat.  I am so looking forward to that.  But first I need to get my blood pressure under control.  So here's hoping that I'll get it down. I am so looking forward to seeing them all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1153667164614380475-732214070540612055?l=ohiocaligal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohiocaligal.blogspot.com/feeds/732214070540612055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohiocaligal.blogspot.com/2010/02/trip.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1153667164614380475/posts/default/732214070540612055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1153667164614380475/posts/default/732214070540612055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohiocaligal.blogspot.com/2010/02/trip.html' title='TRIP'/><author><name>Barb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16416067746527777565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9wfOsQ03Jb4/ScuewTbw4RI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ii-_XWY8Rg4/S220/Our+Rings.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1153667164614380475.post-7312389627274345216</id><published>2010-01-08T12:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T12:42:24.993-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2010</title><content type='html'>2010 is here and on it's way. With it comes a future full of whatever blessings God sends. Whatever those blessings are good, or not so good give thanks.&lt;br /&gt;It's the eighth day in this new year and I already see the blessings that God is providing. Our family has grown this past year and it will continue to grow this year with new family member's, new homes, new jobs, and new friends. Whatever God has planned give thanks because every good gift and every perfect gift comes from God above.&lt;br /&gt;Last year brought losses when friends moved away or God called them home, but for each I give thanks. For memories of those loved one will be with us always. &lt;br /&gt;This past year I found my best friend from Elementary thru HS Cindy McWhorter Espinosa. My Pastor of 33 years graduated to be with God. My daughter Jennie got married and gave me my first son-in-law Joe Thompson. And a New granddaughter Ashanti, then in August she and Joe will give me another grandchild. As will my son Richard and Daughter-in-law Danielle. Both couples are hoping for a boy. Jennie has three (one is with the Lord now) daughters and one son and one step-daughter. Richard has two daughters. When I last counted Glen and I have 18 grands not including the new additions due in August. WOW! 2010 is going to be a year of many blessings and I'm looking forward to all of them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1153667164614380475-7312389627274345216?l=ohiocaligal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohiocaligal.blogspot.com/feeds/7312389627274345216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohiocaligal.blogspot.com/2010/01/2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1153667164614380475/posts/default/7312389627274345216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1153667164614380475/posts/default/7312389627274345216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohiocaligal.blogspot.com/2010/01/2010.html' title='2010'/><author><name>Barb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16416067746527777565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9wfOsQ03Jb4/ScuewTbw4RI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ii-_XWY8Rg4/S220/Our+Rings.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1153667164614380475.post-8699561482539814465</id><published>2009-12-04T10:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T10:44:36.842-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAVE WE FORGOTTEN OUR FIRST LOVE</title><content type='html'>I recent received an email from KWJWD Ministries www.kwjwd.org and it asked have we we been married to Christ to long?&lt;br /&gt;I've copied and pasted the message and ask have we forgotten our first love? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Have we been "married " (Ro 7:4) to Christ too long?&lt;br /&gt;Are we taking our relationship for granted?&lt;br /&gt;Do we love the Lord as fervently as we did when we got saved?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus warns of loosing our first love of Him.&lt;br /&gt;To the ﻿﻿angel of the church of Ephesus write,...﻿“﻿I know your works, your labor, your ﻿patience, and that you cannot ﻿﻿bear those who are evil. And ﻿﻿you have tested those ﻿﻿who say they are apostles and are not, and have found them liars; ﻿and you have persevered and have patience, and have labored for My name’s sake and have ﻿not become weary. Nevertheless I have this against you, that you have left your first love. ﻿Rev 2:1-5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We love Him because He loved us first. He wooed us. He gave of Himself so we could have fellowship with Him. And often after a while our passion for Him cools. We let life get in the way. Why should we keep our first love of the Lord? Because He never looses His love for us.&lt;br /&gt;We love ﻿﻿Him because He first loved us. 1 John 4:19&lt;br /&gt;In this is love, ﻿not that we loved God, but that He loved us 1 John 4:10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The proof of love is that love gives. What has our Lord given us?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has given us forgiveness.&lt;br /&gt;If we ﻿confess our sins, He is ﻿faithful and just to forgive us our sins and to ﻿﻿cleanse us from &lt;br /&gt;all unrighteousness. 1 John 1:8-9 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has given us everlasting life﻿&lt;br /&gt;﻿the ﻿﻿gift of God is eternal life in Christ Jesus our Lord. Rom 6:23&lt;br /&gt;begotten us again to a living hope ﻿﻿through the resurrection of Jesus Christ from the dead, ﻿to an inheritance ﻿﻿incorruptible and undefiled and that does not fade away, ﻿﻿reserved in heaven for you 1 Pet 1:3-4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has given us a new life.&lt;br /&gt;if anyone ﻿﻿is in Christ, he is ﻿﻿a new creation; ﻿old things have passed away; behold, all things have become ﻿﻿new 2 Cor 5:17&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has given us His spirit.&lt;br /&gt;﻿By this we know that we abide in Him, and He in us, because He has given us of His Spirit 1 John 4:13&lt;br /&gt;you received the ﻿﻿Spirit of adoption by whom we cry out, ﻿﻿“﻿Abba, ﻿﻿Father.﻿” Ro 8:15&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has given us a future&lt;br /&gt;Beloved, ﻿﻿now we are children of God; and ﻿it has not yet been revealed what we shall be, but we know that when He is revealed, ﻿we shall be like Him 1 John 3:2&lt;br /&gt;we know that all things work together for good to those who love God, to those ﻿﻿who are the called according to His purpose Rom 8:28&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has given us our physical needs &lt;br /&gt;seek first the kingdom of God and His righteousness, and all these things shall be added to you. Matt 6:33&lt;br /&gt;Now this is the confidence that we have in Him, that ﻿if we ask anything according to His will, He hears us. ﻿And if we know that He hears us, whatever we ask, we know that we have the petitions that we have asked of Him. 1 John 5:14-15&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all He has given us, all He has asked for in return, is our love.&lt;br /&gt;Let us be careful never to take His love for granted. Let us strive to keep our first love. &lt;br /&gt;When we open our hearts and lives to His spirit, His will, His way then our "marriage" is fresh and exciting. We will receive joy everlasting. It is so easy, it is so simple. We just need to get over ourselves and into Him&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have we forgotten how we felt when we first asked Jesus into our hearts or have we let the cares and burdens and disillusions of this world take the place of that first love? Have we lost that which is more precious then life itself, our relationship with God? I think for myself I have forgotten, and I've been disillusioned with what is going on in my life and the worries and cares of just trying to live day to day. Of trying to make ends meet. I recently asked God WHY? Why is it that I am always facing huge financial problems. All I ask is a an end to the threat of losing all that I have once again! What I do ask is that God will forgive me for the fool that I am, for taking my eyes off what he has given me and let him do what he needs to do. I need to die to my selfish man and let God have control. So please keep me in pray if you read this as I need all the help I can get.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1153667164614380475-8699561482539814465?l=ohiocaligal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohiocaligal.blogspot.com/feeds/8699561482539814465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohiocaligal.blogspot.com/2009/12/have-we-forgotten-our-first-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1153667164614380475/posts/default/8699561482539814465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1153667164614380475/posts/default/8699561482539814465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohiocaligal.blogspot.com/2009/12/have-we-forgotten-our-first-love.html' title='HAVE WE FORGOTTEN OUR FIRST LOVE'/><author><name>Barb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16416067746527777565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9wfOsQ03Jb4/ScuewTbw4RI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ii-_XWY8Rg4/S220/Our+Rings.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1153667164614380475.post-3186646073651258420</id><published>2009-11-29T21:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T21:38:17.618-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I AM SPECIAL</title><content type='html'>I am special, I am Me.&lt;br /&gt;There's no one else I'd rather be.&lt;br /&gt;A gift from God sent down to earth.&lt;br /&gt;I am a gift if great worth.&lt;br /&gt;So teach me of God when I am small.&lt;br /&gt;And when I grow big, I'll follow his star.&lt;br /&gt;I'll tell the world of his great plan.&lt;br /&gt;And take each day while I stand&lt;br /&gt;Upon the word's you taught to be.&lt;br /&gt;And lean on my Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;And Just Believe!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1153667164614380475-3186646073651258420?l=ohiocaligal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohiocaligal.blogspot.com/feeds/3186646073651258420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohiocaligal.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-am-special.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1153667164614380475/posts/default/3186646073651258420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1153667164614380475/posts/default/3186646073651258420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohiocaligal.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-am-special.html' title='I AM SPECIAL'/><author><name>Barb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16416067746527777565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9wfOsQ03Jb4/ScuewTbw4RI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ii-_XWY8Rg4/S220/Our+Rings.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1153667164614380475.post-7094121246361168406</id><published>2009-11-28T13:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T13:19:07.311-08:00</updated><title type='text'>IT SNOWED LAST NIGHT</title><content type='html'>It snowed last night,&lt;br /&gt;It snowed last night,&lt;br /&gt;The cloud bears had a pillow fight&lt;br /&gt;They tore up every cloud in sight,&lt;br /&gt;Oh it snowed last night......&lt;br /&gt;We had the first snow of the season Thanksgiving night and we awoke to a light dusting of snow on the ground. So it's time to get out the snow gear and wait for spring to come.&lt;br /&gt;We can enjoy the beauty of the white soft flakes and the blanket of snow left behind. We can build snowmen and snow angels and have snowball fights. And after we are done we can come in from the cold and have hot cocoa or hot cider to warm us up and then we can pull taffy if we like of make fudge and then sit in front of the fire and read of that first Christmas day so long ago where angels proclaimed the birth of our Savior and Shepard's and Wise men came to visit so long ago.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1153667164614380475-7094121246361168406?l=ohiocaligal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohiocaligal.blogspot.com/feeds/7094121246361168406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohiocaligal.blogspot.com/2009/11/it-snowed-last-night.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1153667164614380475/posts/default/7094121246361168406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1153667164614380475/posts/default/7094121246361168406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohiocaligal.blogspot.com/2009/11/it-snowed-last-night.html' title='IT SNOWED LAST NIGHT'/><author><name>Barb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16416067746527777565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9wfOsQ03Jb4/ScuewTbw4RI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ii-_XWY8Rg4/S220/Our+Rings.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1153667164614380475.post-364491255525790917</id><published>2009-11-20T10:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T10:40:04.471-08:00</updated><title type='text'>JESUS IS THE REASON....</title><content type='html'>Jesus is the reason we celebrate the Christmas Season! That's a fact, some can call it whatever they want But the first part of Christmas is &lt;strong&gt;CHRIST&lt;/strong&gt;. It was originally called Christ's Mass. Or Michael Mass. My spelling might be off here but, this Holy day goes way back before even America was settled by Europeans. This was first celebrated by none other then the Shepard's in a field tending their sheep. When the Angels appeared and told of his birth, and by three Kings who having seen his star followed it from their own countries to find the Son of God and to honor him with gifts. Sound familiar. But as time went on, other culture's put their spin on it and now we've lost sight of what Christmas is all about.  Sure we should give gifts to each other but what of that first gift?  The Gift God gave to all mankind! The gift of His Only Begotten Son.  That he sent here to earth to live as we did, so he could prove that man in the flesh could over come and live a victorious life without sin.&lt;br /&gt;Jesus is the reason we celebrate Christmas, because he was the first gift.  He lived on this earth, he felt pain and sorrow just like we do.  As a child he fell and skinned his knees and he went to Mary to be held and kissed.  He learned from his earthly father Joseph to be a carpenter.  He went to school and learned about God's word but he is the Living Word. Where we stumble and fall all the time, he overcame and went on to fulfil his destiny.  To hang on that Cross for all of us.  He shed his &lt;strong&gt;Precious Blood&lt;/strong&gt; that we might accept that we are weak but through him can be made strong. Through him we can live a victorous life.  we just have to open up and let him in.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1153667164614380475-364491255525790917?l=ohiocaligal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohiocaligal.blogspot.com/feeds/364491255525790917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohiocaligal.blogspot.com/2009/11/jesus-is-reason.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1153667164614380475/posts/default/364491255525790917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1153667164614380475/posts/default/364491255525790917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohiocaligal.blogspot.com/2009/11/jesus-is-reason.html' title='JESUS IS THE REASON....'/><author><name>Barb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16416067746527777565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9wfOsQ03Jb4/ScuewTbw4RI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ii-_XWY8Rg4/S220/Our+Rings.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1153667164614380475.post-7267462069524505363</id><published>2009-11-19T11:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T11:28:07.355-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Frustrated</title><content type='html'>Have you ever been so frustrated with something that you want to throw it in the trash??? Well I'm at that point with the bed that Sandy gave us. It has the wrong rails, or mattress support, it wobbles, and the back support won't stay on. And I can't get my husband to figure out how to make it work. I want all this cleaning done before Thanksgiving. I want to enjoy the Holiday,not that I will because I miss my kids. But hey It's the life I chose. But I am Thankful for what God has given me. My Pastor once said that God predestines the boundaries of our habitations. I guess that means he knew I'd be coming back to Ohio at some point. But I am still frustrated with that bed!!!!! I've been trying to make it work for over a week now. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So come on husband a little help here please!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Until next time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1153667164614380475-7267462069524505363?l=ohiocaligal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohiocaligal.blogspot.com/feeds/7267462069524505363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohiocaligal.blogspot.com/2009/11/frustrated.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1153667164614380475/posts/default/7267462069524505363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1153667164614380475/posts/default/7267462069524505363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohiocaligal.blogspot.com/2009/11/frustrated.html' title='Frustrated'/><author><name>Barb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16416067746527777565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9wfOsQ03Jb4/ScuewTbw4RI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ii-_XWY8Rg4/S220/Our+Rings.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1153667164614380475.post-791428577158042570</id><published>2009-11-09T06:36:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T06:50:06.726-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New World Order ?</title><content type='html'>Are we coming into the New World Order as told of in the Bible? I recently received an e-mail from a High School Classmate that told that Obama is going to a summit meeting in December and he will virtually sign over all our rights to another third (Russia)county because we use fossil fuels. This treaty gives up all our rights to vote on anything? Is this true? Does Obama think of himself as the Messiah? He has the charismatic power to fool people? I can only pray that the America wakes up and stops this man. What right does he as our President have to sign away our Sovereignty.&lt;br /&gt;I know that what I am stating here can be considered treason but I did not vote for this man. And the greed of America put this man where he is today. They fell for his hype. He says he's not Muslim, He says he does not follow Rev Wrights teachings. But how true is Obama. Where's his Birth Certificate? What hospital was he born in and hello how did he get to visit countries that were off limits to US citizens after his graduation? And What passport did he use. And what country did he say he was citizen of back then? These questions need to be answered? I do not trust this man and we as Americans need to wake up and smell the roses of the lack thereof! Is this the beginning of the end times as predicted in the Bible?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1153667164614380475-791428577158042570?l=ohiocaligal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohiocaligal.blogspot.com/feeds/791428577158042570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohiocaligal.blogspot.com/2009/11/new-world-order.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1153667164614380475/posts/default/791428577158042570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1153667164614380475/posts/default/791428577158042570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohiocaligal.blogspot.com/2009/11/new-world-order.html' title='New World Order ?'/><author><name>Barb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16416067746527777565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9wfOsQ03Jb4/ScuewTbw4RI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ii-_XWY8Rg4/S220/Our+Rings.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1153667164614380475.post-2100517769744723871</id><published>2009-11-07T19:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T19:04:58.881-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Burrrrrrr, it's getting cold.........</title><content type='html'>November is here and it is getting cold.  Am also getting things ready for a visit from my daughter Jennie and family.  I've been painting and hanging blinds, ironing curtains and cleaning everything. I sure hope I'll be ready in January when she gets here.  We sealed the windows also to cut down on heat lose in the sunroom and we are cleaning floors and then putting up the antique bed we got.  Fun Fun,  All this work helps me forget I'm cold.  So until next time.  Stay warm, stay safe and stay near Jesus.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1153667164614380475-2100517769744723871?l=ohiocaligal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohiocaligal.blogspot.com/feeds/2100517769744723871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohiocaligal.blogspot.com/2009/11/burrrrrrr-its-getting-cold.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1153667164614380475/posts/default/2100517769744723871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1153667164614380475/posts/default/2100517769744723871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohiocaligal.blogspot.com/2009/11/burrrrrrr-its-getting-cold.html' title='Burrrrrrr, it&apos;s getting cold.........'/><author><name>Barb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16416067746527777565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9wfOsQ03Jb4/ScuewTbw4RI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ii-_XWY8Rg4/S220/Our+Rings.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1153667164614380475.post-5891839463117533496</id><published>2009-10-28T08:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T08:46:14.255-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME.......</title><content type='html'>Today is my Birthday,&lt;br /&gt;Oh me, oh My.&lt;br /&gt;Another year older.&lt;br /&gt;Now I sigh.&lt;br /&gt;What am I doing?&lt;br /&gt;What will I be.&lt;br /&gt;Now that I'm older. &lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to see.&lt;br /&gt;A mother, a Grandma.&lt;br /&gt;A wife that's true.&lt;br /&gt;But what do I want to be&lt;br /&gt;When all is thru.&lt;br /&gt;I want to be as Christ like&lt;br /&gt;As I can be&lt;br /&gt;So that other may see him living in me.&lt;br /&gt;I want him to be proud&lt;br /&gt;That I'm his daughter that's true&lt;br /&gt;But to be more like him is what I strive to do.&lt;br /&gt;Helping those who are in need is a given&lt;br /&gt;And letting him fight the fight with my inner man.&lt;br /&gt;I want others to see what my Jesus can do.&lt;br /&gt;By living my life by his Good word is all I can do.&lt;br /&gt;So it is my birthday, the day I was born&lt;br /&gt;I was always meant to be a part of his great plan.&lt;br /&gt;So as I grow older, and wiser I hope.&lt;br /&gt;Let Jesus speak through me, with his brite light.&lt;br /&gt;So others my know him and live.&lt;br /&gt;Written by Barbara Bourst Barnett&lt;br /&gt;10-28-2009&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1153667164614380475-5891839463117533496?l=ohiocaligal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohiocaligal.blogspot.com/feeds/5891839463117533496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohiocaligal.blogspot.com/2009/10/happy-birthday-to-me.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1153667164614380475/posts/default/5891839463117533496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1153667164614380475/posts/default/5891839463117533496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohiocaligal.blogspot.com/2009/10/happy-birthday-to-me.html' title='HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME.......'/><author><name>Barb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16416067746527777565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9wfOsQ03Jb4/ScuewTbw4RI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ii-_XWY8Rg4/S220/Our+Rings.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1153667164614380475.post-8013695531310702486</id><published>2009-10-27T12:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T12:44:00.788-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NONE, THEN ONE, THEN TOO MANY</title><content type='html'>The search started for an extra bed back in September. Sandy gave us a Wicker style daybed. Our old mattress fit it. Then in October we got a King size bed frame, and now we have a complete full size bed set with mattresses and dressers. God sure answers prayers. And I am thankful. My father-in-law sold his trailer and it was loaded with furniture. He has to move it fast so now we have a complete bed. God is good. I'll get rid of the King size frame and go from there it sure is nice to have one thing off my mind. I'll be ready for Jennie this year for sure and another Blessing Mary might be coming too. YESSSSSS! An added Blessing there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1153667164614380475-8013695531310702486?l=ohiocaligal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohiocaligal.blogspot.com/feeds/8013695531310702486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohiocaligal.blogspot.com/2009/10/none-then-one-then-too-many.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1153667164614380475/posts/default/8013695531310702486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1153667164614380475/posts/default/8013695531310702486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohiocaligal.blogspot.com/2009/10/none-then-one-then-too-many.html' title='NONE, THEN ONE, THEN TOO MANY'/><author><name>Barb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16416067746527777565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9wfOsQ03Jb4/ScuewTbw4RI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ii-_XWY8Rg4/S220/Our+Rings.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1153667164614380475.post-8702797750509963815</id><published>2009-10-19T11:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T11:25:10.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'>GETTING READY</title><content type='html'>I have been getting ready for a visit from my oldest daughter and her children come December or January. We went on the search for a bed/s so that they won't have to sleep on the floor. I cleaned out the small bedroom we call the "McCoy Room". It got it's name from all the pottery that Glen had stored there. When Glen and I first got together he used the room for storage. I've had it cleaned out twice before. This is the third time. Once the visit is through this will be my sewing room. We found a daybed. Sandy Glen's oldest gave us that. and we got another frame at a set out, Eviction. The people never came back for it. Today we laid new carpet. It's white with flex's of tan in it. Next come the set up of the room itself which will not take long at all. So we're getting there. I can hardly wait to see my babies again. I have missed them so very much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1153667164614380475-8702797750509963815?l=ohiocaligal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohiocaligal.blogspot.com/feeds/8702797750509963815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohiocaligal.blogspot.com/2009/10/getting-ready.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1153667164614380475/posts/default/8702797750509963815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1153667164614380475/posts/default/8702797750509963815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohiocaligal.blogspot.com/2009/10/getting-ready.html' title='GETTING READY'/><author><name>Barb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16416067746527777565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9wfOsQ03Jb4/ScuewTbw4RI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ii-_XWY8Rg4/S220/Our+Rings.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1153667164614380475.post-1138687002055312026</id><published>2009-10-12T12:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T12:16:42.540-07:00</updated><title type='text'>IT'S MONDAY</title><content type='html'>It's Monday once again. How many Monday's have I seen in all my years? To many really and then not enough. The weekend went way to fast. It's true you know. as you get older time flies faster and faster. As a young girl growing up in Ohio time seemed to stand still. Now I can't seem to stop time and take a breath. My oldest son had an anniversary this past weekend. And we have several birthday's yet to come this month. Yet it is all passing way to fast. I talked with three of my children and realized life is just way to short. I had always dreamed of having my family near in my older years but I don't. They are on the West coast and here I am back in Ohio. And except for missing them and wanting to be near them, I am happy and content here. So yes once again it's Monday. Another week has started and another weekend has finished. And life continues on. To my kids I love you. I miss you and I think of you always&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1153667164614380475-1138687002055312026?l=ohiocaligal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohiocaligal.blogspot.com/feeds/1138687002055312026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohiocaligal.blogspot.com/2009/10/its-monday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1153667164614380475/posts/default/1138687002055312026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1153667164614380475/posts/default/1138687002055312026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohiocaligal.blogspot.com/2009/10/its-monday.html' title='IT&apos;S MONDAY'/><author><name>Barb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16416067746527777565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9wfOsQ03Jb4/ScuewTbw4RI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ii-_XWY8Rg4/S220/Our+Rings.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1153667164614380475.post-7555937961169698378</id><published>2009-10-06T06:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T06:14:27.804-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THE FALL WINTER MONTHS</title><content type='html'>It's that time of year once again. October starts the fall months and the cold has already set in here. It was 37 degrees out there today and I still have to go to Zanesville to clean out an apartment we have. And there's no heat. BURRRRRR!!!! But October/November/December is filled with birthdays galore. October brings Sandy, Tara, Hannah, Mary Jean and mine. November brings Danielle's, Tammy and Toby's. Then December brings Jennifer, Drisana, Emma Lee, Katelyn, And Glen Jr. 12 Birthdays in three months. WOW! But I think I have a handle on it. I might even have a certain granddaughters quilt done by then. But then we also have Halloween, Thanksgiving, Christmas and New Years in there as well. It's a time of remembering for me. Remembering each blessing that God has given me and truly thanking him for them.&lt;br /&gt;Until next time&lt;br /&gt;Barb&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1153667164614380475-7555937961169698378?l=ohiocaligal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohiocaligal.blogspot.com/feeds/7555937961169698378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohiocaligal.blogspot.com/2009/10/fall-winter-months.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1153667164614380475/posts/default/7555937961169698378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1153667164614380475/posts/default/7555937961169698378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohiocaligal.blogspot.com/2009/10/fall-winter-months.html' title='THE FALL WINTER MONTHS'/><author><name>Barb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16416067746527777565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9wfOsQ03Jb4/ScuewTbw4RI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ii-_XWY8Rg4/S220/Our+Rings.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1153667164614380475.post-3461691223806544751</id><published>2009-09-27T08:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T08:46:17.231-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleepless Nights</title><content type='html'>I have been having trouble sleeping. This has been going on for a few years now. Along with a few other problems. Well I think I've found the source of the problem. My Blood pressure meds. I've taken this med for several years and I have had these problems. They weren't severe at first but over time they started getting worse. Well My brand of BP meds went generic and so I switched. Let me tell you. Everything got worse overnight. So I called the Dr and she took me off all my Meds. So at this point I am on nothing. That scares me. But this BP med I was taking one of the severe side effects among others is sleeplessness. So now I know the source f my problems. So if you aren't sure. Check your side effects for your meds. they just might be the problem.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1153667164614380475-3461691223806544751?l=ohiocaligal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohiocaligal.blogspot.com/feeds/3461691223806544751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohiocaligal.blogspot.com/2009/09/sleepless-nights.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1153667164614380475/posts/default/3461691223806544751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1153667164614380475/posts/default/3461691223806544751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohiocaligal.blogspot.com/2009/09/sleepless-nights.html' title='Sleepless Nights'/><author><name>Barb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16416067746527777565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9wfOsQ03Jb4/ScuewTbw4RI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ii-_XWY8Rg4/S220/Our+Rings.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1153667164614380475.post-5058375458307682139</id><published>2009-09-27T08:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T08:37:39.107-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FAT FINGERS</title><content type='html'>Have you ever noticed the number of mistakes in typing. Even after Spell Checking a Post I miss mistakes. I call these mistakes "fat finger mistakes". Fat Fingers because when I get to typing I get fat fingers. Finger's that hit all the wrong keys and then I have faulty eyes and even with spell check I miss mistakes. Blind eyes and fat fingers. what a combo to have when blogging. It makes for interesting reading. I think I'll start posting a few of my poems here. That way I can copy and past and maybe I won't have so many noticeable mistakes. You think?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1153667164614380475-5058375458307682139?l=ohiocaligal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohiocaligal.blogspot.com/feeds/5058375458307682139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohiocaligal.blogspot.com/2009/09/fat-fingers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1153667164614380475/posts/default/5058375458307682139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1153667164614380475/posts/default/5058375458307682139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohiocaligal.blogspot.com/2009/09/fat-fingers.html' title='FAT FINGERS'/><author><name>Barb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16416067746527777565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9wfOsQ03Jb4/ScuewTbw4RI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ii-_XWY8Rg4/S220/Our+Rings.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1153667164614380475.post-5193489438773593786</id><published>2009-09-22T21:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T21:50:10.634-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THE GREATEST MAN I EVER KNEW</title><content type='html'>The song by Reba McEntire describes this man. The greatest man I ever knew, Pastor Jesse Rose. He was my Pastor for over thirty years. A very wise man of God. AKA Jesse Rose man of God the real me. He taught us that we don't live by how we feel. because feeling are fleeting. He taught us to live by God. This wonderful man loved everyone. No matter what he accepted you for who you were. He wasn't afraid to tell you that you need to straighten up either. He loved to step on toes. But over the years his teaching of God's words brought man to Jesus. I met Pastor Rose and his beautiful wife back in 1973 I was attending prayer meetings at church lead by Sis Boggs. I met him through Carol Magers whom I met through my nieces who attended Carols Good News Club. And that started a lifelong friendship. Tonight I got the joyous news that he graduated to heaven. He had been very sick these last few years but he never let that get him down. if asked How he was doing he always said Fine! even after having surgeries he was fine. He will be greatly missed. not only by his family, his wife daughter Norma and grandsons and great but by every person who had ever sat under his teaching. He was a true man of God. We'll all miss you Pastor but March around that Thrown one time for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1153667164614380475-5193489438773593786?l=ohiocaligal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohiocaligal.blogspot.com/feeds/5193489438773593786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohiocaligal.blogspot.com/2009/09/greatest-man-i-ever-knew.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1153667164614380475/posts/default/5193489438773593786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1153667164614380475/posts/default/5193489438773593786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohiocaligal.blogspot.com/2009/09/greatest-man-i-ever-knew.html' title='THE GREATEST MAN I EVER KNEW'/><author><name>Barb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16416067746527777565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9wfOsQ03Jb4/ScuewTbw4RI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ii-_XWY8Rg4/S220/Our+Rings.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1153667164614380475.post-6681420415726695529</id><published>2009-09-21T08:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T08:27:17.553-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MY TURN TO RANT</title><content type='html'>It's my turn to rant here. I went shopping for groceries Saturday. And I must tell you that I see this all the time in grocery stores. Mom, Dad and kids are shopping going Thur the produce area and child starts screaming "I'm hungry." So parent reaches out grabs an apple, banana or some fruit and hands it to the child to keep him quiet. WRONG! Who pays for that? We do in the end with higher prices. But here's what I'm ranting about. Mom's on a cell phone at the check out and child is running around at her feet. Said child grabs candy opens it and starts eating it. Mom goes to leave and grabs what the child is eating closes it up and puts it back in the bin where some unsuspecting person goes to buy it for their child. STOP! WRONG! If your child had his mouth on it, you buy it, and I told the mom this. I even offered to pay for it if she was short. She just looked at me and walked away. Why! You are responsible for your toddler! If you take your child shopping with you then you need to watch it. Make it behave. To many time when we are shopping we see parent letting their children run the store while they shop leaving store clerks to watch the little buggers. Hey parents wake up. Store clerks are for checking you out for keeping the shelves stocked or the floors clean while you shop. They are not your personal babysitters and this consumer here is tired of paying for your irresponsibility's. If you feed your child prior to shopping then they won't want produce you didn't pay for and if you watch your child while shopping then they won't open candy they haven't asked for and again you haven't paid for. End result lower food prices overall. AM I wrong here?  IS this being irresponsible?  Shouldn't wwe watch our children while out among strangers?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1153667164614380475-6681420415726695529?l=ohiocaligal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohiocaligal.blogspot.com/feeds/6681420415726695529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohiocaligal.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-turn-to-rant.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1153667164614380475/posts/default/6681420415726695529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1153667164614380475/posts/default/6681420415726695529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohiocaligal.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-turn-to-rant.html' title='MY TURN TO RANT'/><author><name>Barb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16416067746527777565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9wfOsQ03Jb4/ScuewTbw4RI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ii-_XWY8Rg4/S220/Our+Rings.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1153667164614380475.post-6450049248051205755</id><published>2009-09-14T12:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T13:00:45.751-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm missing my babies</title><content type='html'>I have been back here in Ohio for going on 6 years now but I still miss my children very much. I miss there smiling faces, the grand angels laughter and even their fights. Not that they fight all that much but I still miss them. I have 5 of the best kids in the world gifts of great worth form God above. Thomas my artist was always exploring his options but now that he's a Dad he has become very protective. He's a great Dad and his Daughter Drisana is a beauty. Her mom is so small and petite but she is so sweet. Jennifer my oldest daughter is a very strong determined woman. She was that way as a child and still is. She survived losing her oldest two years ago and is still going after justice in her daughters death. But through all this she has still been there for her other three Chris, Jalisa, and Anyiah. She even got her college degree (Bachelor's) and is working on her Masters. Wow. Then there's Richard. He's my preacher boy. As a child he had to look like Pastor Rose with his tie and suit jacket. even when it got way to small he insisted on wearing it. He's a deacon in his church now and youth leader. He's the father of two precious little girls Emma Lee and Ellie Mae and he has a wonderful wife Danielle. then there's Mary. She scared me for a while but now she's doing great. She's my twin. If you put pic's of me and her side by side at the same ages it would be hard to tell who was who, the give away would be in the pic's them selves. Mine are in black and white while all hers are color. She is model material. I saw pics she posted on her my Space and WOW!!!. You go girl! Beautiful. And last but not least there's my "Baby Girl" Hannah. She is so sweet. tall at about 5'8" she has long beautiful blond hair or at least is was blond. And can she "Belly Dance" She's a great Mom to little Arianna. Who one day will rival her mom for beauty. And boy do I miss all of them. But if I can convince them to start blogging I might be able to keep in touch better. But until this economy turns around I'll just have to keep on missing them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1153667164614380475-6450049248051205755?l=ohiocaligal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohiocaligal.blogspot.com/feeds/6450049248051205755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohiocaligal.blogspot.com/2009/09/im-missing-my-babies.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1153667164614380475/posts/default/6450049248051205755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1153667164614380475/posts/default/6450049248051205755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohiocaligal.blogspot.com/2009/09/im-missing-my-babies.html' title='I&apos;m missing my babies'/><author><name>Barb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16416067746527777565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9wfOsQ03Jb4/ScuewTbw4RI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ii-_XWY8Rg4/S220/Our+Rings.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1153667164614380475.post-4066523875447437398</id><published>2009-09-07T22:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T22:29:35.811-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's bavk to normal I think?</title><content type='html'>Well it's Tuesday Morning and the weekend for a Labor Day Weekend went fast.  We pretty much laid around and did nothing.  We hit a few yard sales. But they had nothing to offer for me.  Now with Glen it was a whole different story.  everywhere we stopped he found something.  Sinks, stove hoods, tools, wall fans, things connected with his job.  But what they had to offer me was nothing,  oh I got a few balls of yarn but that was  it.  But we got out of the house and we were together and that made my day.  ON Monday we went to moms and visited with Tammy and Toby and ate and then later we played cards.  Then home and here I am at 1:30 in the morning blogging. I am wide awake and well we know the rest.  So until nest time......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1153667164614380475-4066523875447437398?l=ohiocaligal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohiocaligal.blogspot.com/feeds/4066523875447437398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohiocaligal.blogspot.com/2009/09/its-bavk-to-normal-i-think.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1153667164614380475/posts/default/4066523875447437398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1153667164614380475/posts/default/4066523875447437398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohiocaligal.blogspot.com/2009/09/its-bavk-to-normal-i-think.html' title='It&apos;s bavk to normal I think?'/><author><name>Barb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16416067746527777565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9wfOsQ03Jb4/ScuewTbw4RI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ii-_XWY8Rg4/S220/Our+Rings.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1153667164614380475.post-8185015909617172068</id><published>2009-09-04T13:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T13:26:24.368-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Labor day is here</title><content type='html'>Labor day weekend is here.  That's where we rest form all our work and have fun.  But it looks to be a busy weekend to me. First there's Swappers Meet in Johnstown and then the SweetCorn Festival,Millersport and of course the usual cards on Saturday night with Mom and Ray.  Swappers Meet will be walking the hills in search of deals and eating lots of hot dogs, and fries and just enjoying the sites and sounds of watching the Dogs chase coons acroos a pond and up a pole.  At the Sweet Corn festival theres the Elephant ears and of course sweet corn.  Watching the tractor pulls and seeing the livestock.  It's going ot be a very busy weekend andin between all that there the yard sales. And maybeo n Monday a bar-be-cue or maybe not depends on how tired we are.&lt;br /&gt;Until after Labor day......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1153667164614380475-8185015909617172068?l=ohiocaligal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohiocaligal.blogspot.com/feeds/8185015909617172068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohiocaligal.blogspot.com/2009/09/labor-day-is-here.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1153667164614380475/posts/default/8185015909617172068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1153667164614380475/posts/default/8185015909617172068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohiocaligal.blogspot.com/2009/09/labor-day-is-here.html' title='Labor day is here'/><author><name>Barb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16416067746527777565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9wfOsQ03Jb4/ScuewTbw4RI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ii-_XWY8Rg4/S220/Our+Rings.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1153667164614380475.post-1751945175315961789</id><published>2009-09-02T21:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T21:47:02.986-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dentist Visits</title><content type='html'>Well, it's that time. The dreaded visit to the Dentist. For most people it's an in and out thing. But for me it's another ordeal to get through. It's not the drilling and the suction or even the needles in the gums. It's "you need to do this then we'll work on your teeth. A bunch of things that they want to do before they get to the root of the problem (lol). I've never had white teeth. My baby teeth rotted away way before I even started school. When most kids were pulling out loose teeth I was pulling out slivers of teeth. My parents didn't put much stock in Dr's let alone dentists so we never went as kids. So every time I go, I get you aren't brushing enough because your teeth are yellow. But hey, I brush three to four times a day. I use whiteners but to no avail. You need to floss, hey Dr I really do floss and brush but you can not undo what was done before you were on your own. Why is it they don't listen to you. I'd love white teeth. But to have them do it is way beyond what this gal can afford. So until I'm out of the chair it will be nothing but nerves for me.. Oh! my poor teeth.........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1153667164614380475-1751945175315961789?l=ohiocaligal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohiocaligal.blogspot.com/feeds/1751945175315961789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohiocaligal.blogspot.com/2009/09/dentist-visits.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1153667164614380475/posts/default/1751945175315961789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1153667164614380475/posts/default/1751945175315961789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohiocaligal.blogspot.com/2009/09/dentist-visits.html' title='Dentist Visits'/><author><name>Barb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16416067746527777565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9wfOsQ03Jb4/ScuewTbw4RI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ii-_XWY8Rg4/S220/Our+Rings.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1153667164614380475.post-5179095724128586906</id><published>2009-08-29T18:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T19:22:24.475-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If my people who are called......</title><content type='html'>In the Bible it says "If my people who are called by my name will humble them selves and pray I will hear! &lt;br /&gt;I have been closely watching this "Health Care Reform" unfolding in front of my eyes.... And I wonder? Is this what it is cracked up to be? I have read the bill before congress and there is a lot of double talk in it. But from what I've read it doesn't look all that good to me. Something needs to be done! But just what? The high priced legislators and lawyers and head men in Washington have no clue what the people in America need. Not even my own classmates can settle on this issue. But we need to get back to basics here. &lt;br /&gt;Doctors used to be in it for the people. To see people whole and healthy. But today it seems that most Dr's. are in it for the money and the glory. Sure Dr's hold the life of a person in their hands for a while but it is not the Dr's. that heal us or let us live. It is God! The Health system here while it has problems its fixable. Take "pre-existing conditions" off the table, require all Doctors/Hospitals to charge the same price and make insurances affordable to all. And have prescriptions cost the same for everybody. One Tylenol tablet can cost $1.00 at one hospital and cost $100.00 at another. While I can buy it for $4.00 for a whole bottle at the store. And why not let patients bring there own meds to the hospital instead of making take what the hospital has. Hey its the same thing. The heath care bill Mr. Obama wants to rush through will take our health care out of our hands and put it in the governments and gee!, let me think, oh that means if we are to old and no longer viable we can be told we can't get the help we need and therefore we need to die because we are a burden on the system. But it's OK to let illegals in , and drug addicts get treatment for addictions etc. But the elderly pay with their lives.&lt;br /&gt;wake up America!  Prayer, get down on your knees and pray that God will hear us and get us out of this mess.  It's not to late&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1153667164614380475-5179095724128586906?l=ohiocaligal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohiocaligal.blogspot.com/feeds/5179095724128586906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohiocaligal.blogspot.com/2009/08/if-my-people-who-are-called.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1153667164614380475/posts/default/5179095724128586906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1153667164614380475/posts/default/5179095724128586906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohiocaligal.blogspot.com/2009/08/if-my-people-who-are-called.html' title='If my people who are called......'/><author><name>Barb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16416067746527777565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9wfOsQ03Jb4/ScuewTbw4RI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ii-_XWY8Rg4/S220/Our+Rings.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1153667164614380475.post-8685674982579400842</id><published>2009-08-23T15:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T15:29:59.064-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Sunday</title><content type='html'>It's Sunday and both Glen and I are down sick, so to speak. Went for a long ride on a curvy road in the back seat of a car and we got car sick. Dizzy, rolling stomach and head ache. That was Saturday morning and we are both still blah. What started this was the hunt for colored bell peppers for Mom. We were told of an Amish Family that sells bell peppers and so off we went with mom and Ray. Martinsburg Rd in hills and curves. Trying to find a place from the back seat is what did us in. And we still didn't get mom's peppers. Oh well such is life. This was my first time being car sick. Not something I wish to repeat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1153667164614380475-8685674982579400842?l=ohiocaligal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohiocaligal.blogspot.com/feeds/8685674982579400842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohiocaligal.blogspot.com/2009/08/its-sunday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1153667164614380475/posts/default/8685674982579400842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1153667164614380475/posts/default/8685674982579400842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohiocaligal.blogspot.com/2009/08/its-sunday.html' title='It&apos;s Sunday'/><author><name>Barb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16416067746527777565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9wfOsQ03Jb4/ScuewTbw4RI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ii-_XWY8Rg4/S220/Our+Rings.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1153667164614380475.post-7949474911747894295</id><published>2009-08-20T10:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T10:19:43.364-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lonely</title><content type='html'>Have you every felt lonely? Like you don't belong where you are. Has your life every felt wrong? Sometimes actually most of the time I feel like I was born out of place. I've always felt like I was born to late that I should have been born in another time. When growing up I thought that I was adopted, that my Dad and Mom weren't really my true parents. Then later I felt like was kidnapped from the family and that they missed me very much. I know that these thoughts come from self esteem issues and that with time I should overcome them.  And for the most part I have but at 55 years of age I don't think that's going to happen, at least not completely.  When I hear my Brother or Sister talk about the famly in the past I winder to myself,  that's not how I remember that, or where was I when that happened. I'll never know but There are times I still feel like I didn't quite belong.   A few weeks ago God told me to "Be satisfied" and it was a revelation. And I can be satisfied but I am still lonely. I miss my kids and Grand kids out West in Cal and AZ but that's to be expected. But the loneliness I feel comes from somewhere deep inside. I am satisfied with the Blessings that God has given me. I'd be a fool not to be. I have Children and Grandchildren that are wonderful. But something has been missing all my life and I know it's acceptance. Acceptance for who I am and for what I want out of life. I want the simple things yet at the same time I want more. It's like two people being in one body. And no I don't have a split personality. I just know that what I want and what I get are as separate as day is to night. And that makes me lonely, and ashamed. Do I make sense here? or am I still spinning my wheels?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1153667164614380475-7949474911747894295?l=ohiocaligal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohiocaligal.blogspot.com/feeds/7949474911747894295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohiocaligal.blogspot.com/2009/08/lonely.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1153667164614380475/posts/default/7949474911747894295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1153667164614380475/posts/default/7949474911747894295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohiocaligal.blogspot.com/2009/08/lonely.html' title='Lonely'/><author><name>Barb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16416067746527777565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9wfOsQ03Jb4/ScuewTbw4RI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ii-_XWY8Rg4/S220/Our+Rings.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1153667164614380475.post-5109804300896415842</id><published>2009-08-12T11:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T12:03:28.509-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthdays</title><content type='html'>This weekend we celebrated Glen's Mom's birthday.  She turned 76 and she is still going strong.  Nothing keeps this lady down.  It was a wonderful time of sitting, eating luinch and catching up.  Glen's sister Tammy wants an addition put on her house and her and Glen spent several hours talking over costs and material for the project.  Then we had a wonderful Oreo Cookies and Cream Ice Cream Cake for dessert.&lt;br /&gt;After everything settled down the four of us, (Mom, her husband Ray, Glen &amp; I) played cards. It was couple against couple and they won.  But hey, you can't win them all.  I heard from my daughter Hannah and little Ali asked to speak to Gramma.  She is so sweet and her voice makes me smile.  I can hardly wait till Drisana and Emma and Elly can talk to me.  It's neat when your Grandkids call you.  Makes me feel young again.  Our life is good, with many blessing and even hardtimes are blessings because it shows us how much we do have.  Lovve and prayer to all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1153667164614380475-5109804300896415842?l=ohiocaligal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohiocaligal.blogspot.com/feeds/5109804300896415842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohiocaligal.blogspot.com/2009/08/birthdays.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1153667164614380475/posts/default/5109804300896415842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1153667164614380475/posts/default/5109804300896415842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohiocaligal.blogspot.com/2009/08/birthdays.html' title='Birthdays'/><author><name>Barb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16416067746527777565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9wfOsQ03Jb4/ScuewTbw4RI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ii-_XWY8Rg4/S220/Our+Rings.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1153667164614380475.post-6517288755506037878</id><published>2009-08-05T18:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T18:45:04.351-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Exodus</title><content type='html'>This past Sunday Pastor Dave spoke on Exodus chapter 19. he talked about the Israelites being set free. And the blessings God gave them in the wilderness. At the end of his sermon he paraphrased the Ten Commandments. Which was pretty neat. They are in chapter 20 of Exodus. But what caught my attention was the commandment on "Covet." It say Thous shall not covet. And of course I realized that covet means not to want something someone else has. And it that still small voice that God has he said. "Be satisfied" I thought be satisfied??? then he said. I have given you much, be satisfied with what I have given you. At it hit me. I'm always looking at Decorating Magazines and wanting that designer home, you know the ones I mean. Where everything is just right. But to desire that stuff is to covet. Especially if that stands in the way of us serving God. WOW! Be satisfied. That puts a whole new meaning on "Covet" for me. Be satisfied.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1153667164614380475-6517288755506037878?l=ohiocaligal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohiocaligal.blogspot.com/feeds/6517288755506037878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohiocaligal.blogspot.com/2009/08/exodus.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1153667164614380475/posts/default/6517288755506037878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1153667164614380475/posts/default/6517288755506037878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohiocaligal.blogspot.com/2009/08/exodus.html' title='Exodus'/><author><name>Barb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16416067746527777565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9wfOsQ03Jb4/ScuewTbw4RI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ii-_XWY8Rg4/S220/Our+Rings.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1153667164614380475.post-3802256890652245429</id><published>2009-08-05T18:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T18:36:29.099-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What's Happening in Newark</title><content type='html'>Newark has been very cool for this time of year.  It's only been in the 70's &amp;amp; 80's.  But it is humid.  We've had rain so it gets damp, but a cool damp for the most part.&lt;br /&gt; Glen has decided to go back to church.  And so we have been back for 2 Sundays in a row.  It has been busy here in that we had Glen's grandson up from Virginia and Glen's daughter Sandy got married to Terry Stalworth in June.  And she was a beautiful bride.  Work in Newark is at an almost stnad still for construction but the Lord is blessing us.  My son Richard and his wife had a beautiful baby Girl you will see her picture at the end of my blog.  My brother Rick put siding on my old family home.  He's started to spruce it up.  It really looks nice.  Glen's Mom and her husband Ray celebrate their 1st anniversary in the 8th of Aug.  Life in Newark is slow at the best of times but it seems really slow this year.  But that's Newark, a small town in Ohio and the USA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1153667164614380475-3802256890652245429?l=ohiocaligal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohiocaligal.blogspot.com/feeds/3802256890652245429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohiocaligal.blogspot.com/2009/08/whats-happening-in-newark.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1153667164614380475/posts/default/3802256890652245429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1153667164614380475/posts/default/3802256890652245429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohiocaligal.blogspot.com/2009/08/whats-happening-in-newark.html' title='What&apos;s Happening in Newark'/><author><name>Barb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16416067746527777565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9wfOsQ03Jb4/ScuewTbw4RI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ii-_XWY8Rg4/S220/Our+Rings.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1153667164614380475.post-7943944961847551298</id><published>2009-07-09T22:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T22:13:08.239-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Check her out</title><content type='html'>Ellie Mae is at the bottom of my blog she is beautiful&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1153667164614380475-7943944961847551298?l=ohiocaligal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohiocaligal.blogspot.com/feeds/7943944961847551298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohiocaligal.blogspot.com/2009/07/check-her-out.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1153667164614380475/posts/default/7943944961847551298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1153667164614380475/posts/default/7943944961847551298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohiocaligal.blogspot.com/2009/07/check-her-out.html' title='Check her out'/><author><name>Barb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16416067746527777565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9wfOsQ03Jb4/ScuewTbw4RI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ii-_XWY8Rg4/S220/Our+Rings.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1153667164614380475.post-2664388506608268136</id><published>2009-07-09T22:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T22:10:02.451-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ellie Mae is here</title><content type='html'>I have another Grandaughter Elouise May Bither born June 22, 2009  I am told she looks like her daddy when he was small.  I am hoping to see them all soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1153667164614380475-2664388506608268136?l=ohiocaligal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohiocaligal.blogspot.com/feeds/2664388506608268136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohiocaligal.blogspot.com/2009/07/ellie-mae-is-here.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1153667164614380475/posts/default/2664388506608268136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1153667164614380475/posts/default/2664388506608268136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohiocaligal.blogspot.com/2009/07/ellie-mae-is-here.html' title='Ellie Mae is here'/><author><name>Barb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16416067746527777565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9wfOsQ03Jb4/ScuewTbw4RI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ii-_XWY8Rg4/S220/Our+Rings.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1153667164614380475.post-8037426946545143523</id><published>2009-06-22T09:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T10:07:40.094-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Psalm 115:12</title><content type='html'>12.) The Lord remembers us and will bless us:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He will bless the house of Israel,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He will bless the house of Aaron,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13.) he will bless those who fear the Lord-small and great alike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I am troubled I will fall back one the word of God for comfort for guidance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I was deeply trouble about several things going on in my house and this is what God gave me. I also remember what Pastor Rose said about you have to work for Blessings as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But why is that some people get blessing so easily and others have to struggle to get them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't seem fair. I guess that is one of my failings, TRUST. As a child we are trusting of everyone but when Trust is stolen from you as a child is it so much harder to trust as an adult. That's me. My father betrayed my trust and now as an adult I can not trust as I should so have and so I failed God here by not trusting completely. Are we as Christians to have blind faith? I need, but I don't know what I need. And so I struggle. But in struggling have I failed? Where do I go. I keep going back to God but I can't seem to get it right. I can't seem to find the answers I need to not make the same mistakes. I guess that makes me human. Is my fear of God not enough? Where have I failed. I see people I admire who seem to know something I don't. I accepted Jesus as my Savior and I have relied on him throughout my life for everything but one area seems to be the one area I am hit in every time and that is finances. Just when I seem to be getting it right bam! I'm hit again? When will it end. And why the finances every time? Why can't I have the financial stability I need. I am told not to pray for money or about money but then I'm told to bring all my cares to God? So where do I go.  I pray, but still no ansewer.  Still the same struggle!  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