<?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-415690711662393595</id><updated>2011-11-27T15:48:11.939-08:00</updated><title type='text'>midnitemonologues</title><subtitle type='html'>Musings, reflections and inspirations by Kasey...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midnitemonologues.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/415690711662393595/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midnitemonologues.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Kasey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00897429664835979064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nG5wpdxXqiM/TVR7dwjBIoI/AAAAAAAAALU/17rpTdYs9Ag/s220/photo.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>67</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-415690711662393595.post-2778688873523970584</id><published>2011-03-03T18:14:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-03T18:54:57.880-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Learning to Let Go</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YTBLVkvpqhg/TXBT44r8I3I/AAAAAAAAAL0/Z8KP8Ug37Qw/s1600/child_of_God.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580052175066506098" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YTBLVkvpqhg/TXBT44r8I3I/AAAAAAAAAL0/Z8KP8Ug37Qw/s200/child_of_God.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today I had the pleasure of going to Bible Study; it is an all-women Bible Study and we have been reading a book entitled "The Search for Significance" by Robert S. McGee. I love our discussions because everyone is so open and candid...and &lt;em&gt;real&lt;/em&gt;. One of the ladies mentioned some really awful things her mother used to tell her and how that has just manifested and grown into a "cancer" for her over the years. Those hurtful words which were lies hang constantly over her head and keep her from finding her full potential in the Lord. I mentioned to her that what her mother had said was a LIE. Whenever those bad thoughts come in to her mind, she simply needs to say the name of Jesus and remember that she is a child of God. At the name of Jesus all evil must flee. What power there is in the name of Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This particular lady in my Bible Study is just one person whose past constantly haunts them. I believe that there are so many more of us that share this same problem. If it isn't something from our past, it is something that just keeps us from realizing our "significance" as a child of the living God. He loved us before we were ever formed. Paul writes to us in &lt;strong&gt;Ephesians 1:4 (&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;NLT&lt;/span&gt;): Even before He made the world, God loved us and chose us in Christ to be holy and without fault in his eyes.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES, friends,&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;God knew us before the creation of the world. God knew everything we would ever do, that we would be sinners and let him down...&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and yet He still chose us&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. He still loved us. Jesus, the Holy Spirit and God were all present when Man was first created. &lt;strong&gt;Genesis 1:26 (&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;NLT&lt;/span&gt;): Then God said, "Let us make human beings in our image, to be like us..."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What an amazing thing to comprehend that &lt;strong&gt;even at Man's creation,&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Jesus/God&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;knew that he would one day be our sacrifice&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt; Friends, we MUST learn to let go of the things in life that bog us down and keep us from living victoriously in Christ Jesus our Lord. Life is too short. We are here to be lights in a darkened world, to be &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;encouragers&lt;/span&gt; for God. We are here to bring glory to His name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Isaiah 54:17 (&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;NAS&lt;/span&gt;): "No weapon that formed against you will prosper; And every tongue that accuses you in judgement you will condemn. This is the heritage of the servants of the LORD, and their vindication is from Me," declares the Lord.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Romans 8:38-39 (&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;NIV&lt;/span&gt;): For I am convinced that neither death nor life, neither angels nor demons, neither the present nor the future, nor any powers, nor height nor depth, nor anything else in all creation, will be able to separate us from the love of God that is in Christ Jesus our Lord.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends, as Christians, always know and remember that God loves YOU. We are his and no one can take us from him. I ask that you please stay in the Word of God, which is the sword of the Spirit (Ephesians 6:17). That is the only thing that will help you fight against the plotting of the devil and keep his evil intentions from hindering your victory in Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessings,&lt;br /&gt;Kasey&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/415690711662393595-2778688873523970584?l=midnitemonologues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midnitemonologues.blogspot.com/feeds/2778688873523970584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=415690711662393595&amp;postID=2778688873523970584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/415690711662393595/posts/default/2778688873523970584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/415690711662393595/posts/default/2778688873523970584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midnitemonologues.blogspot.com/2011/03/learning-to-let-go.html' title='Learning to Let Go'/><author><name>Kasey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00897429664835979064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nG5wpdxXqiM/TVR7dwjBIoI/AAAAAAAAALU/17rpTdYs9Ag/s220/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YTBLVkvpqhg/TXBT44r8I3I/AAAAAAAAAL0/Z8KP8Ug37Qw/s72-c/child_of_God.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-415690711662393595.post-8969920537782058113</id><published>2011-02-09T17:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-09T18:05:12.461-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Great is Thy Faithfulness"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kSer_dYAHyw/TVNHlaNbTOI/AAAAAAAAALM/cs3wnWEFpT4/s1600/cross.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571875872003804386" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kSer_dYAHyw/TVNHlaNbTOI/AAAAAAAAALM/cs3wnWEFpT4/s200/cross.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, I remember singing this beautiful old hymn at the small town Methodist church that I grew up in. Many of these seasoned hymns have special meaning for me as my Grandmother was the choir director and I watched her every Sunday as she stood before the choir and sang her best for Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This particular hymn, written in 1923 by Thomas Chisholm, is especially meaningful to me tonight as I read the lyrics posted on a &lt;em&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;CaringBridge&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;entry written by my cousin today. We've all been praying for my sweet baby cousin, Elias who was born in Singapore last week with a heart condition. Needless to say, there were many, many...MANY "prayer warriors" praying for this precious baby. Miraculously, he was released from the hospital today, he'd been on oxygen and had been eating through a tube at one point. The doctors have said twice this week that his progress has been "amazing" - what a testimony for this sweet little boy!! God is so good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of her post this evening, my cousin concluded with this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pardon for sin and a peace that &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;endureth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thine own dear presence to cheer and to guide;&lt;br /&gt;Strength for today and bright hope for tomorrow,&lt;br /&gt;Blessings all mine, with ten thousand beside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great is Thy faithfulness&lt;br /&gt;Great is Thy faithfulness&lt;br /&gt;Morning by morning new mercies I see.&lt;br /&gt;All I have needed Thy hand hath provided;&lt;br /&gt;Great is Thy faithfulness, Lord, unto me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those words just filled my heart with joy. I couldn't have said it better. Glory be to God!! I thank Him and I praise Him for his loving kindness and tender mercies...and most of all I'm thankful for His forgiveness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessings,&lt;br /&gt;Kasey&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/415690711662393595-8969920537782058113?l=midnitemonologues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midnitemonologues.blogspot.com/feeds/8969920537782058113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=415690711662393595&amp;postID=8969920537782058113' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/415690711662393595/posts/default/8969920537782058113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/415690711662393595/posts/default/8969920537782058113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midnitemonologues.blogspot.com/2011/02/great-is-thy-faithfulness.html' title='&quot;Great is Thy Faithfulness&quot;'/><author><name>Kasey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00897429664835979064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nG5wpdxXqiM/TVR7dwjBIoI/AAAAAAAAALU/17rpTdYs9Ag/s220/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kSer_dYAHyw/TVNHlaNbTOI/AAAAAAAAALM/cs3wnWEFpT4/s72-c/cross.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-415690711662393595.post-6625876119385007154</id><published>2011-01-24T17:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-25T06:26:29.610-08:00</updated><title type='text'>BOY or GIRL: That Is The ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FqikHtlCJVU/TT47SXN0luI/AAAAAAAAALA/wq2mQwCun08/s1600/boyorgirl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 164px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565951376132183778" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FqikHtlCJVU/TT47SXN0luI/AAAAAAAAALA/wq2mQwCun08/s200/boyorgirl.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I recently came upon a discussion about parenting, it was very interesting. There were several ladies discussing things, and it turned in a different direction before I could really digest and articulate my thoughts. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After digestion, here is what I came up with and how the conversation came to pass:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had mentioned that I thought it was a shame that Brad and Angelina's beautiful little girl Shiloh, was being dressed like a boy. I know from reading articles that Shiloh apparently adores her brothers (which is so sweet) and wants to be like them. In a quote from &lt;em&gt;Vanity Fair&lt;/em&gt; magazine, Angelina said her 4 year old daughter dresses "like a little dude...she likes to dress like a boy. She wants to be a boy. So we had to cut her hair. She likes to wear boys' everything. She thinks she is one of the brothers." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There is only one small problem with that: She is not a boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, don't get me wrong...there is absolutely nothing wrong with being a tomboy (heck, I was one, I much preferred to ride my Big Wheel and play with &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Tonka&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; trucks rather than my sisters Barbies). A couple of examples of the tomboy difference from Shiloh's case are: Tomboys may prefer the outdoors and baseball to dance and tap, and don't like dressing like a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;girly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-girl, BUT they are still shopping in the girl's section of the department store, and maintaining the identity of a girl. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Several of the mothers interjected that they weren't sure whether or not they would or would not let their daughter shop in the boy's section of the department store (or vice &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;versa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for a boy), for fear that they would be hindering their child's freedom and need to freely express themselves and be who they are. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As a Christian mother, here are my thoughts (I have tried to keep all opinion out of the matter and write solely based on Biblical fact):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I would not let my child go play in a bush of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;poison&lt;/span&gt; ivy simply because "he/she really wanted to" nor would I let him/her go play in a swarm of wasps nor would I let them just go jump in the deep end of the pool without a life vest (knowing they cannot swim) because they were confident enough to do so. Why? Because it would inflict physical harm upon their &lt;em&gt;body&lt;/em&gt;, and could potentially end in their death.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dear friends, so it is with our children's &lt;em&gt;souls&lt;/em&gt; as well. The Lord gives us our children so that we may guide them and direct them according to His ways and not just let them simply do as they would please. How would they ever survive, and how would they ever learn right from wrong? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes! Certainly let them be free to learn and be themselves, but as with most things in life, there are limitations to what they should/should not be able to do. And we should look to God's Word for direction. They are God's own creation, He created them either a woman or a man and they should thus learn to be happy and rejoice in what God, their creator saw fit to make them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In &lt;strong&gt;1 Corinthians 6:9-11 (New International Version)&lt;/strong&gt;, Paul writes: "Or do you not know that wrongdoers will not inherit the kingdom of God? Do not be deceived: Neither the sexually immoral nor idolaters nor adulterers nor men who have sex with men* nor thieves nor the greedy nor drunkards nor slanderers nor swindlers will inherit the kingdom of God. And that is what some of you were. But you were washed, you were sanctified, you were justified in the name of the Lord Jesus Christ and by the Spirit of our God." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*1 Corinthians 6:9 - The words &lt;em&gt;men who have sex with men &lt;/em&gt;translate two Greek words that refer to the passive and active participants in homosexual acts. (reference: &lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/"&gt;http://www.biblegateway.com/&lt;/a&gt; &amp;amp; Bible)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am not going to turn this into a post on homosexuality. I will say that I do have homosexual friends whom I love dearly and they are some of the most positive people that I know. As much as I love them, I have to remember what the Bible tells me in 1 Corinthians 6 about their fate if they do not repent. Whether or not you believe a person is born a homosexual is neither here nor there, that is strictly an opinion. The bottom line is what God's Word says.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just as I don't want my child to be a drunkard or a slanderer or an idolater. I as their parent have to guide them along &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;life's&lt;/span&gt; journey and share God's word with them so that they will not become these types of individuals. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In today's society, the only thing we seem to remember or concentrate upon about God is that He is a&lt;em&gt; loving&lt;/em&gt; God. But let us not forget that he is a &lt;em&gt;just&lt;/em&gt; God as well. He lays that out in His word; one example being the fate of Sodom and Gomorrah in Genesis 19. In today's world, we only want to think of Heaven, but dear friends, may we not forget that there is a Hell. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God sent his son Jesus, as the ultimate sacrifice to forgive repentant sinners and save those that truly believe in Him. He did not do that in vain. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Consequences&lt;/span&gt; of living in sin are real. &lt;strong&gt;As Christians, we cannot pick and choose what we want to believe in from the Bible.&lt;/strong&gt; God is the same yesterday, today and forever. It is our society that changes, never His Word. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No rational person who has read the Bible can say that "Jesus was a good man" and &lt;em&gt;not believe that He is the Son of God.&lt;/em&gt; Why? Because Jesus claims to be the Son of God in the Bible, therefore, if the reader does not believe that, then he makes Jesus out to be a liar. And liars are not "good people". So what I am saying is, that either you believe the entire Bible to be true, or else it is a complete and utter lie. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alas...I digress...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In conclusion, this post was written with love from a Biblical perspective. It is certainly not meant to pass judgement on or to "blast" or "jab" at Angelina or Brad's parenting or any other persons parenting for that matter. I recognize that they are parents who surely love their children and are doing their best to raise them as they see fit. Perhaps they are not Christians, along with someone else who may come along and read this; if so, they can totally disregard this post and we can agree to disagree. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If they are Christians, then it may be that they have not considered the things written above. Nevertheless, I believe Shiloh and any other child should be taught to love themselves as God's creation. In Shiloh's case as a female whom God created and let her embrace her beautiful feminine identity...even if as a Tomboy (smile). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love -&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kasey&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/415690711662393595-6625876119385007154?l=midnitemonologues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midnitemonologues.blogspot.com/feeds/6625876119385007154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=415690711662393595&amp;postID=6625876119385007154' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/415690711662393595/posts/default/6625876119385007154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/415690711662393595/posts/default/6625876119385007154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midnitemonologues.blogspot.com/2011/01/boy-or-girl-that-is.html' title='BOY or GIRL: That Is The ?'/><author><name>Kasey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00897429664835979064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nG5wpdxXqiM/TVR7dwjBIoI/AAAAAAAAALU/17rpTdYs9Ag/s220/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FqikHtlCJVU/TT47SXN0luI/AAAAAAAAALA/wq2mQwCun08/s72-c/boyorgirl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-415690711662393595.post-4126150057931074539</id><published>2011-01-12T14:47:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-12T15:41:35.333-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Home &amp; Snow Bound</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FqikHtlCJVU/TS4xuId2Q2I/AAAAAAAAAKw/_XjLGioSPKY/s1600/wizard.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 105px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561437258465559394" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FqikHtlCJVU/TS4xuId2Q2I/AAAAAAAAAKw/_XjLGioSPKY/s200/wizard.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh the horror! Stuck in the house for 3 entire days with two lovely, but wild children...makes you want to scream, huh? For an instant, I had a "HERE'S JOHNNY!!" moment. (just &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;kidding&lt;/span&gt;) Well, we survived. Albeit, we did have a good time too. Kiddos really took advantage of those Christmas presents, and we did get out to play in the snow for a bit. The first day was of course awesome; gorgeous, white, powdery snow to play in and daddy was there so that was a plus too. The next two days, looking at nothing but ice, ice and more ice with no daddy were a bit less fun, to say the least; we muddled through with coloring, and games to play. (sigh)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;SO&lt;/span&gt;...as I read tonight that school is back in session tomorrow, I had this little leap of butterflies in my stomach and actually felt all giddy inside. I could just hear the song from the Wizard of Oz playing in the background and I was holding hands with Dorothy, the Tin Man, the Lion and Scarecrow as we ran together joyfully through the poppies. "You're outta the woods, your outta the dark, you're outta the night. Step into the sun, step into the light..." I managed to find the bit of the movie with the song below...very short, but perfect for how I was feeling. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;All in all, we had a good time, but, I am very thankful that school is back in session tomorrow...with no delays at that! (smile)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kasey&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-ef9c5d68679796e7" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v14.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Def9c5d68679796e7%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329939905%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D228EB900C04003F20169A6C25E157F31CF6AF57.512574F1DF588A7EE354A545C784D2A2B5E53C01%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Def9c5d68679796e7%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dp0FjGrCN6MoSVdfm-alIs9KJIAs&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v14.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Def9c5d68679796e7%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329939905%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D228EB900C04003F20169A6C25E157F31CF6AF57.512574F1DF588A7EE354A545C784D2A2B5E53C01%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Def9c5d68679796e7%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dp0FjGrCN6MoSVdfm-alIs9KJIAs&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/415690711662393595-4126150057931074539?l=midnitemonologues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midnitemonologues.blogspot.com/feeds/4126150057931074539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=415690711662393595&amp;postID=4126150057931074539' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/415690711662393595/posts/default/4126150057931074539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/415690711662393595/posts/default/4126150057931074539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midnitemonologues.blogspot.com/2011/01/home-snow-bound.html' title='Home &amp; Snow Bound'/><author><name>Kasey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00897429664835979064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nG5wpdxXqiM/TVR7dwjBIoI/AAAAAAAAALU/17rpTdYs9Ag/s220/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FqikHtlCJVU/TS4xuId2Q2I/AAAAAAAAAKw/_XjLGioSPKY/s72-c/wizard.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-415690711662393595.post-2671787493966284525</id><published>2011-01-10T16:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-17T15:18:25.935-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Alas...These Political Times We Live In...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FqikHtlCJVU/TSutYnH2fcI/AAAAAAAAAKo/KEpA6kru8w8/s1600/dem-vs-gop-ban.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 78px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560728803249388994" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FqikHtlCJVU/TSutYnH2fcI/AAAAAAAAAKo/KEpA6kru8w8/s200/dem-vs-gop-ban.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;Well...there's one thing for sure, "Everybody HAS an opinion". And you know what, everyone is entitled to their opinion - at least America thinks so. That is one of the things I love about our great Country. The only problem is...all of these "opinions" can sure cause heated arguments and unfortunately, sometimes end in a bad way. However, there is an answer to this &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;dilemma&lt;/span&gt;! What is the answer you wonder...well, simply this: we are not put on this earth to convince anyone that our way is...no pun intended "the right" way. (as far as politics go, amongst other things) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Easier said than done for most, but, that is the truth. So much energy is wasted being angry and mad at "the other side". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When you really think about it, why do we get so heated in trying to persuade someone to think like us, when 9 times out of 10 it will NEVER happen. So WHO CARES I say...and I'll also say this...I LOVE to debate and I love to hear &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;other's&lt;/span&gt; opinions, it CAN be very enlightening. I love to hear what the other side has to say. When things get too heated, it is very easy for me to agree to disagree. It is the respectful thing to do. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Most importantly, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;always&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; take your thoughts and requests to the Lord, He is the Author of all things, He knows best and can help us through things like this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;DON'T EVER be afraid to defend and/or discuss how you feel and what you think/believe is important in a respectful way, wise men will listen to you and make their own decisions without taking things too far. The primary goal should be to respect your fellow man (who has also been blessed with a brain) and agree to disagree when things get heated. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like John Mayer said, "Say what you need to say". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kasey&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/415690711662393595-2671787493966284525?l=midnitemonologues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midnitemonologues.blogspot.com/feeds/2671787493966284525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=415690711662393595&amp;postID=2671787493966284525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/415690711662393595/posts/default/2671787493966284525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/415690711662393595/posts/default/2671787493966284525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midnitemonologues.blogspot.com/2011/01/alasthese-political-times-we-live-in.html' title='Alas...These Political Times We Live In...'/><author><name>Kasey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00897429664835979064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nG5wpdxXqiM/TVR7dwjBIoI/AAAAAAAAALU/17rpTdYs9Ag/s220/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FqikHtlCJVU/TSutYnH2fcI/AAAAAAAAAKo/KEpA6kru8w8/s72-c/dem-vs-gop-ban.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-415690711662393595.post-2322311679332519411</id><published>2011-01-09T08:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-09T18:55:42.465-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wolf in Sheeps Clothing?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FqikHtlCJVU/TSnyQ5I59pI/AAAAAAAAAKg/Zn42o6NePnc/s1600/wolf_in_sheeps_clothing1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 181px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560241586995590802" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FqikHtlCJVU/TSnyQ5I59pI/AAAAAAAAAKg/Zn42o6NePnc/s200/wolf_in_sheeps_clothing1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;Man has always struggled upon this earth; there is certainly no denying that. What I find interesting is all of the people who come along to offer advice, so-called inspirational and motivational words of wisdom. When truly, what they offer is nothing but hogwash. The Bible warns us of such people:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2 Timothy 3:5&lt;/strong&gt; "They will act religious, but they will reject the power that could make them godly. Stay away from people like that!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Matthew 24:11&lt;/strong&gt; "And many false prophets will appear and will deceive many people."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mark 13:22&lt;/strong&gt; "For false messiahs and false prophets will rise up and perform signs and wonders so as to deceive, if possible, even God's chosen ones."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Matthew 7: 15&lt;/strong&gt; "Beware of false prophets who come disguised as harmless sheep but are really &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;vicious&lt;/span&gt; wolves."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thankfully, the Bible tells us how to distinguish these false teachers and their empty words, God gives us an easy step by step process:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1 John 4:1&lt;/strong&gt; "Dear friends, do not believe every spirit, but test the spirits to see whether they are from God, because many false prophets have come into the world."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1 John 4:2 &lt;/strong&gt;"This is how you recognize the Spirit of God: Every spirit that acknowledges that Jesus Christ has come in the flesh is from God,"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1 John 4:3 &lt;/strong&gt;"but every spirit that does not acknowledge Jesus is not from God. This is the spirit of the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;antichrist&lt;/span&gt;, which you have heard is coming and even now is already in the world."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1 John 4:4 &lt;/strong&gt;"You dear children, are from God and have overcome them, because the one who is in you is greater than the one who is in the world."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1 John 4:5 &lt;/strong&gt;They are from the world and therefore speak from the viewpoint of the world, and the world listens to them."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1 John 4:6 &lt;/strong&gt;"We are from God, and whoever knows God listens to us; but whoever is not from God does not listen to us. This is how we recognize the Spirit of truth and the spirit of falsehood."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I echo to you today...beware of these false prophets who give you "good feelings/vibes" and do not believe/preach in Jesus. Nothing good will come from them. Yes, they will claim to go to the Bible; as Satan also poses as an angel of light. &lt;strong&gt;2 Corinthians 11:14 &lt;/strong&gt;"But I am not surprised! Even Satan disguises himself as an angel of light". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Satan has been around on this earth &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;a lot&lt;/span&gt; longer than you and I. He is a master of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;deception&lt;/span&gt; and lies. He knows mankind better than we know ourselves; he is the one who sends these cleverly deceiving false prophets. Stay in the Word of God - arm yourselves with the Armor of God (Ephesians 6:11-18)!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The bottom line for these false prophets/ false teachers is to get you further and further away from the Bible, the written Word of God and to get you to rely more and more on &lt;em&gt;your own&lt;/em&gt; personal experiences and so-called wonders in "spiritualism" which in turn encourages misapplication of the Bible and it's teachings which ultimately destroys your faith. No where in the Bible does it teach "we are our own god, we are perfect", yet, this is what you'll hear from many modern day talk show hosts and even pastors. Beware, my friends and do not fall prey to this fast, easy, deception.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kasey&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/415690711662393595-2322311679332519411?l=midnitemonologues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midnitemonologues.blogspot.com/feeds/2322311679332519411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=415690711662393595&amp;postID=2322311679332519411' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/415690711662393595/posts/default/2322311679332519411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/415690711662393595/posts/default/2322311679332519411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midnitemonologues.blogspot.com/2011/01/wolf-in-sheeps-clothing.html' title='Wolf in Sheeps Clothing?'/><author><name>Kasey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00897429664835979064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nG5wpdxXqiM/TVR7dwjBIoI/AAAAAAAAALU/17rpTdYs9Ag/s220/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FqikHtlCJVU/TSnyQ5I59pI/AAAAAAAAAKg/Zn42o6NePnc/s72-c/wolf_in_sheeps_clothing1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-415690711662393595.post-853744477061024333</id><published>2010-03-05T20:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T14:10:10.504-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Be Yourself</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FqikHtlCJVU/S5HbrpCLzJI/AAAAAAAAAKE/ogsMNjdY4_4/s1600-h/love+yourself.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445374967263513746" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FqikHtlCJVU/S5HbrpCLzJI/AAAAAAAAAKE/ogsMNjdY4_4/s200/love+yourself.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;You know...so often I see people struggling for attention...affection...love. It is really sad to see that they cannot be &lt;em&gt;themselves&lt;/em&gt; because they are afraid of what others may think. How sad is that? Be proud of who you are now. Be proud of what you will one day be. Recognize that you aren't perfect...and realize that NO ONE is. Not on earth anyway. Love yourself. Accept yourself. If there are negative things about yourself that you don't like...pray for change. Pray for guidance in those areas of your life. You are the only YOU that will ever exist! Be the best YOU out there! I try to do the right thing in all aspects of my life...of course I fall short of that. However...does that get me down? Am I embarrassed...well...maybe a little sometimes. hee hee! But, I know WHO I am...and I know WHAT my eternal life will be. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Be blessed my friends. Live. Laugh. Love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xoxo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kasey&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/415690711662393595-853744477061024333?l=midnitemonologues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midnitemonologues.blogspot.com/feeds/853744477061024333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=415690711662393595&amp;postID=853744477061024333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/415690711662393595/posts/default/853744477061024333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/415690711662393595/posts/default/853744477061024333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midnitemonologues.blogspot.com/2010/03/be-yourself.html' title='Be Yourself'/><author><name>Kasey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00897429664835979064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nG5wpdxXqiM/TVR7dwjBIoI/AAAAAAAAALU/17rpTdYs9Ag/s220/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FqikHtlCJVU/S5HbrpCLzJI/AAAAAAAAAKE/ogsMNjdY4_4/s72-c/love+yourself.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-415690711662393595.post-3988120123761400250</id><published>2010-02-12T16:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T16:34:31.852-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FqikHtlCJVU/S3XzVi-FkWI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/kaZ62AZ1C_o/s1600-h/snow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437519676609761634" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FqikHtlCJVU/S3XzVi-FkWI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/kaZ62AZ1C_o/s200/snow.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Snow is a beautiful blanket that covers all the earth and gives everything a sense of renewal. I do love watching the snow and seeing how it covers everything and adds a bit of wonder to the world outside. It is like the sparkle in my "sparkle powder"...in the same way that powder illuminates the face and body, the snow magically transforms my world outside to this beautiful, clean, fresh...winter wonderland. I love how the ice sticks to the branches of trees and they seem to glow in the moonlight. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was speaking with my grandma today, telling her that I was NOT excited about the snow that was falling...and she said to me, "Kasey, enjoy this beautiful gift that God has given you". So you know what? I am going to. Thank you Grandma, for always being an inspiration to me and always being "my silver lining". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What a beautiful gift indeed that God has given us. Enjoy my friends!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kasey&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/415690711662393595-3988120123761400250?l=midnitemonologues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midnitemonologues.blogspot.com/feeds/3988120123761400250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=415690711662393595&amp;postID=3988120123761400250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/415690711662393595/posts/default/3988120123761400250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/415690711662393595/posts/default/3988120123761400250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midnitemonologues.blogspot.com/2010/02/snow.html' title='Snow'/><author><name>Kasey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00897429664835979064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nG5wpdxXqiM/TVR7dwjBIoI/AAAAAAAAALU/17rpTdYs9Ag/s220/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FqikHtlCJVU/S3XzVi-FkWI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/kaZ62AZ1C_o/s72-c/snow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-415690711662393595.post-4523637236451275921</id><published>2010-01-27T19:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T19:58:25.063-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Actions</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FqikHtlCJVU/S2ELSMUqANI/AAAAAAAAAJs/xpLiVOdTHTM/s1600-h/thinking.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 132px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431635032758943954" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FqikHtlCJVU/S2ELSMUqANI/AAAAAAAAAJs/xpLiVOdTHTM/s200/thinking.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FqikHtlCJVU/S2EKYZ2wuEI/AAAAAAAAAJc/BW7JkeIH4KQ/s1600-h/Frog-thinking.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;We've all heard the saying, "Actions speak louder than words". Lately I find myself really reflecting on that very quote...and wondering if it is true. I've always thought it to be true. I've even made decisions in my life based on my belief in that quote. Have you? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When you love someone...in &lt;em&gt;any&lt;/em&gt; type of relationship; marriage, friendship, family...don't you want the best for that person? Do you put that person before yourself when it comes to decision making? Perhaps not always...after all...we are only human. However...I think we should&lt;em&gt; try&lt;/em&gt; to put that person's wants/needs before ourselves, that's what I &lt;em&gt;try&lt;/em&gt; to do anyhow. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's so hard when someone you really care about lets you down...again...and again. Finally, you begin to wonder...does this person really love me? They &lt;em&gt;say&lt;/em&gt; they love me...but...their actions are really saying something else. You begin to evaluate the relationship itself...at least I do. I want to be surrounded by those I truly love and care about and &lt;strong&gt;vice &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;versa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Time always tells...that's what I say &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;...and another friend of mine says quite often. Thoughts, friends?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kasey&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/415690711662393595-4523637236451275921?l=midnitemonologues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midnitemonologues.blogspot.com/feeds/4523637236451275921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=415690711662393595&amp;postID=4523637236451275921' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/415690711662393595/posts/default/4523637236451275921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/415690711662393595/posts/default/4523637236451275921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midnitemonologues.blogspot.com/2010/01/actions.html' title='Actions'/><author><name>Kasey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00897429664835979064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nG5wpdxXqiM/TVR7dwjBIoI/AAAAAAAAALU/17rpTdYs9Ag/s220/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FqikHtlCJVU/S2ELSMUqANI/AAAAAAAAAJs/xpLiVOdTHTM/s72-c/thinking.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-415690711662393595.post-1266527707563504752</id><published>2010-01-17T19:25:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T08:08:31.239-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Motivation</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FqikHtlCJVU/S1SGjujpDpI/AAAAAAAAAJU/xoTEE4nyJkQ/s1600-h/no_motivation.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 154px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428111399239356050" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FqikHtlCJVU/S1SGjujpDpI/AAAAAAAAAJU/xoTEE4nyJkQ/s200/no_motivation.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;Ugh...have you ever had days where you just have to fight for motivation. Me too. We all have them...that's what I tell myself anyways. (sigh) My friend just recently posted a blog on &lt;a href="http://lesleehorner.wordpress.com/2010/01/13/life-measured-by-music/"&gt;music&lt;/a&gt; and it really spoke to me. I believe music is one of the "earthly" things that helps pick me up. I will leave you with the &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IN_YvaW505c"&gt;video&lt;/a&gt; of one of my most recent favorite songs (I especially like this particular video of this song...&lt;strong&gt;watch the crowd&lt;/strong&gt;) - it really picks me up...I just watched it like...5 times...and I'm feeling much better now. (smile)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will also leave you with the Bible verse that really picks me up as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Philippians 4:13 "I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes...well...I'm glad I got those things off...well...actually "on" my chest...I'm feeling MUCH better!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kasey&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/415690711662393595-1266527707563504752?l=midnitemonologues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midnitemonologues.blogspot.com/feeds/1266527707563504752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=415690711662393595&amp;postID=1266527707563504752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/415690711662393595/posts/default/1266527707563504752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/415690711662393595/posts/default/1266527707563504752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midnitemonologues.blogspot.com/2010/01/motivation.html' title='Motivation'/><author><name>Kasey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00897429664835979064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nG5wpdxXqiM/TVR7dwjBIoI/AAAAAAAAALU/17rpTdYs9Ag/s220/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FqikHtlCJVU/S1SGjujpDpI/AAAAAAAAAJU/xoTEE4nyJkQ/s72-c/no_motivation.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-415690711662393595.post-896484221334352380</id><published>2010-01-12T17:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T17:31:43.266-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Childress Vinyards</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FqikHtlCJVU/S00iaKoK6gI/AAAAAAAAAJM/Ctj-yqwOOBc/s1600-h/childressvine.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 125px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426030958976100866" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FqikHtlCJVU/S00iaKoK6gI/AAAAAAAAAJM/Ctj-yqwOOBc/s200/childressvine.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;Ok...so I have to say that I stumbled across an AWESOME wine blog...&lt;a href="http://thetravelinggrape.com/blog/"&gt;The Traveling Grape&lt;/a&gt;. My friend Stacia...whose blog can be accessed &lt;a href="http://ribbonoffmyeyes.blogspot.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;, shared it with me. I ended up posting a little something about my fabulous Sunday brunch on The Traveling Grape's website yesterday. I'd like to share it with you all also:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This past Sunday, I had the pleasure of traveling with my husband and some of our dear friends; we went from our home in Charlotte to Childress Vineyards in Lexington, NC. What a delightful place! They had a delicious Sunday brunch (which included a glass of wine in it's price) and we also toured the winery. My favorite wine was their 2005 Cabernet Franc - it was divine. A medium bodied red whose top notes of black cherry and clove tease the palate before giving way to a chocolate and coffee bouquet. Superb! This wine actually won the Double Gold Medal at the 2007 State Fair and also was the Gold Medal winner at the 2008 mid-atlantic wine competition. At $ 16.95 a bottle - it was a steal...I even bought one for my sister's upcoming birthday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I highly recommend a Sunday afternoon trip to &lt;a href="http://www.childressvineyards.com/home.asp"&gt;Childress Vineyard's &lt;/a&gt;for the brunch and wine tasting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cheers -&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kasey&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/415690711662393595-896484221334352380?l=midnitemonologues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midnitemonologues.blogspot.com/feeds/896484221334352380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=415690711662393595&amp;postID=896484221334352380' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/415690711662393595/posts/default/896484221334352380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/415690711662393595/posts/default/896484221334352380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midnitemonologues.blogspot.com/2010/01/childress-vinyards.html' title='Childress Vinyards'/><author><name>Kasey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00897429664835979064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nG5wpdxXqiM/TVR7dwjBIoI/AAAAAAAAALU/17rpTdYs9Ag/s220/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FqikHtlCJVU/S00iaKoK6gI/AAAAAAAAAJM/Ctj-yqwOOBc/s72-c/childressvine.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-415690711662393595.post-481924657126796249</id><published>2010-01-11T11:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T12:12:06.510-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Are You a "Resolution-er"?  Yes or No</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FqikHtlCJVU/S0uFkD9-nII/AAAAAAAAAJE/0qHB8lJK-E8/s1600-h/YesNoGraniph.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 183px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425577030684941442" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FqikHtlCJVU/S0uFkD9-nII/AAAAAAAAAJE/0qHB8lJK-E8/s200/YesNoGraniph.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;Happy 2010, Folks! As to the question above...my answer is No. Not that I think resolutions are bad things...I just never seem to make mine happen...so therefore...I don't make them. (smile) Whenever a "this would make me a better person" thought comes to my mind...usually throughout the year...I try to tackle it then. Some I have conquered, and still others...not yet. Life is such a journey, isn't it? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"We are what we repeatedly do. Excellence, therefore, is not an act but a habit." ~ Aristotle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What an interesting concept! What an enlightening idea the above quote gives.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whether you are a "resolution maker" or not...I wish you well on all of your self-improvement strategies. (smile again)  And Hey - &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;kudos&lt;/span&gt; to us for admitting them!  =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kasey&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/415690711662393595-481924657126796249?l=midnitemonologues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midnitemonologues.blogspot.com/feeds/481924657126796249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=415690711662393595&amp;postID=481924657126796249' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/415690711662393595/posts/default/481924657126796249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/415690711662393595/posts/default/481924657126796249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midnitemonologues.blogspot.com/2010/01/are-you-resolutioner-yes-or-no.html' title='Are You a &quot;Resolution-er&quot;?  Yes or No'/><author><name>Kasey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00897429664835979064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nG5wpdxXqiM/TVR7dwjBIoI/AAAAAAAAALU/17rpTdYs9Ag/s220/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FqikHtlCJVU/S0uFkD9-nII/AAAAAAAAAJE/0qHB8lJK-E8/s72-c/YesNoGraniph.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-415690711662393595.post-9076465884061967384</id><published>2009-12-31T13:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T13:19:39.233-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year Wishes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FqikHtlCJVU/Sz0U9127NMI/AAAAAAAAAI8/nKDn_dC3-NQ/s1600-h/happy_new_year.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 142px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421512579085972674" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FqikHtlCJVU/Sz0U9127NMI/AAAAAAAAAI8/nKDn_dC3-NQ/s200/happy_new_year.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;Ahh...a New Year...2010 to be exact. Upon the dawning of each New Year...I find myself musing, thinking, pondering, reflecting upon the past year and things that stand out to me from the past 365 days. The good, the bad and yes...the ugly. I try to take the lessons from the past year and hope to apply what I learned in the new one. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As you reflect upon the upcoming year, find forgiveness where it is needed; plant seeds of love and water daily to see them grow and blossom; keep hope and faith in your heart because where ever there is light...darkness will not prevail. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wish you blessings, love, joy, peace and all good things this coming year. If you find that something is not so good, my prayer for you is that you will think of this precious verse from our Father in Heaven, from &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Philippians 4:8 &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- "Finally, brothers, whatever is true, whatever is noble, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is admirable - if anything is excellent or praiseworthy - think about such things".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God bless you and send you a Happy New Year! Happy 2010, friends!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kasey&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/415690711662393595-9076465884061967384?l=midnitemonologues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midnitemonologues.blogspot.com/feeds/9076465884061967384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=415690711662393595&amp;postID=9076465884061967384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/415690711662393595/posts/default/9076465884061967384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/415690711662393595/posts/default/9076465884061967384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midnitemonologues.blogspot.com/2009/12/new-year-wishes.html' title='New Year Wishes'/><author><name>Kasey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00897429664835979064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nG5wpdxXqiM/TVR7dwjBIoI/AAAAAAAAALU/17rpTdYs9Ag/s220/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FqikHtlCJVU/Sz0U9127NMI/AAAAAAAAAI8/nKDn_dC3-NQ/s72-c/happy_new_year.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-415690711662393595.post-1128312607571508414</id><published>2009-12-23T19:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T19:58:01.593-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The First Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FqikHtlCJVU/SzLmpyfKjSI/AAAAAAAAAI0/QXcktt_8ufU/s1600-h/Nativity.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 132px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418646907281640738" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FqikHtlCJVU/SzLmpyfKjSI/AAAAAAAAAI0/QXcktt_8ufU/s200/Nativity.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;There has been only one Christmas - the rest are anniversaries. ~W. J. Cameron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"For unto us a child is born, unto us a son is given; and the government shall be upon his shoulder; and his name shall be called Wonderful, Counselor, the mighty God, the everlasting Father, the Prince of Peace". Isaiah 9:6&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Amen and Amen! Praise God for that very first Christmas and what it means to mankind! I hope the spirit of Christmas will dwell in your hearts &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;throughout&lt;/span&gt; this Season and the years to come of your life. Praise our heavenly Father for sending His beloved son Jesus, to forgive our sins and wash us clean, making us as pure white as snow. In the precious words of my friend Anne, "Thank you God for the best gift...Salvation, Forgiveness, Eternal Love, and Everlasting Peace". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Merry Christmas!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God bless you and keep you, friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;xoxo&lt;/span&gt; -&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kasey &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/415690711662393595-1128312607571508414?l=midnitemonologues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midnitemonologues.blogspot.com/feeds/1128312607571508414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=415690711662393595&amp;postID=1128312607571508414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/415690711662393595/posts/default/1128312607571508414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/415690711662393595/posts/default/1128312607571508414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midnitemonologues.blogspot.com/2009/12/first-christmas.html' title='The First Christmas'/><author><name>Kasey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00897429664835979064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nG5wpdxXqiM/TVR7dwjBIoI/AAAAAAAAALU/17rpTdYs9Ag/s220/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FqikHtlCJVU/SzLmpyfKjSI/AAAAAAAAAI0/QXcktt_8ufU/s72-c/Nativity.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-415690711662393595.post-9032540943403245490</id><published>2009-12-19T21:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T21:11:37.083-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Poem (StreetLight)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FqikHtlCJVU/Sy2xvcLVPeI/AAAAAAAAAIs/EdGafMzIAwg/s1600-h/streetlight.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 136px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417181355372264930" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FqikHtlCJVU/Sy2xvcLVPeI/AAAAAAAAAIs/EdGafMzIAwg/s200/streetlight.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As we drive down the street at night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I see the streetlights Shine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then Fade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then Shine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then Fade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then I think...is this really my life?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is this me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is this the person I was meant to be?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Numbness...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then reality hits...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes...this is it...this is your reality.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Check&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We'll see...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Time always tells.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Time is my friend...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Peace...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can change my reality.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Unbeknownst&lt;/span&gt; to those unlike me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Watch and see.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/415690711662393595-9032540943403245490?l=midnitemonologues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midnitemonologues.blogspot.com/feeds/9032540943403245490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=415690711662393595&amp;postID=9032540943403245490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/415690711662393595/posts/default/9032540943403245490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/415690711662393595/posts/default/9032540943403245490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midnitemonologues.blogspot.com/2009/12/poem-streetlight.html' title='Poem (StreetLight)'/><author><name>Kasey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00897429664835979064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nG5wpdxXqiM/TVR7dwjBIoI/AAAAAAAAALU/17rpTdYs9Ag/s220/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FqikHtlCJVU/Sy2xvcLVPeI/AAAAAAAAAIs/EdGafMzIAwg/s72-c/streetlight.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-415690711662393595.post-7335986236153290072</id><published>2009-12-18T08:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T08:43:06.186-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Christmas...The Unprecedented Charles Dickens...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FqikHtlCJVU/SyuvzyPRJ-I/AAAAAAAAAIk/fls8HH8Z8Q0/s1600-h/nativity.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 197px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416616281037154274" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FqikHtlCJVU/SyuvzyPRJ-I/AAAAAAAAAIk/fls8HH8Z8Q0/s200/nativity.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;"Happy, happy Christmas that can win us back to the delusions of our childhood days, recall to the old man the pleasures of his youth, and transport the traveler back to his own fireside and quiet home"! ~ Charles Dickens&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What a beautiful quote by Charles Dickens; another extraordinary man of his time. There are so many lovely thoughts in this quote...and when I really think about it...Christmastime, is &lt;em&gt;always&lt;/em&gt; such a beautiful time of year. I believe even the hardest of hearts soften even just a little during this special time. Children delight in the Christmas season and their parent's and grandparent's delight right along with them. There is no other time throughout the year quite like Christmastime.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dear friends, I wish for you the quote above and more! I wish for you; quiet moments to reflect upon the beauty of Christmas...warm fires to sit by and enjoy, good books to curl up to, nice cups of coffee to share with a friend or enjoy by yourself, tall glasses of red wine to enjoy with family and friends, Christmas cards with beautiful photos of family and friends along with their beautiful inscriptions, most of all I wish you Love. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let's remember to pray for and remember those let fortunate than us, those that cannot enjoy the things above and also for those that haven't heard the good news about what Christmas truly means; God's love for mankind and that He sent His son Jesus, for us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Much love my friends,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kasey&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/415690711662393595-7335986236153290072?l=midnitemonologues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midnitemonologues.blogspot.com/feeds/7335986236153290072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=415690711662393595&amp;postID=7335986236153290072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/415690711662393595/posts/default/7335986236153290072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/415690711662393595/posts/default/7335986236153290072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midnitemonologues.blogspot.com/2009/12/happy-christmasthe-unprecedented.html' title='Happy Christmas...The Unprecedented Charles Dickens...'/><author><name>Kasey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00897429664835979064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nG5wpdxXqiM/TVR7dwjBIoI/AAAAAAAAALU/17rpTdYs9Ag/s220/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FqikHtlCJVU/SyuvzyPRJ-I/AAAAAAAAAIk/fls8HH8Z8Q0/s72-c/nativity.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-415690711662393595.post-7109403375162142735</id><published>2009-12-15T20:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T20:17:33.539-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love and Loss: Redemption</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FqikHtlCJVU/SyhfCvg9-JI/AAAAAAAAAIc/CXLBWgSB0kg/s1600-h/gaffney.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 133px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415683052632144018" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FqikHtlCJVU/SyhfCvg9-JI/AAAAAAAAAIc/CXLBWgSB0kg/s200/gaffney.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;Here is my 2&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; "click" story that I submitted for my good friend &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Leslee's&lt;/span&gt; blog "Waiting for the Click"...please read and enjoy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kasey&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://lesleehorner.wordpress.com/2009/12/15/midnitemonologues-click-2/"&gt;http://lesleehorner.wordpress.com/2009/12/15/midnitemonologues-click-2/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/415690711662393595-7109403375162142735?l=midnitemonologues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midnitemonologues.blogspot.com/feeds/7109403375162142735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=415690711662393595&amp;postID=7109403375162142735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/415690711662393595/posts/default/7109403375162142735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/415690711662393595/posts/default/7109403375162142735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midnitemonologues.blogspot.com/2009/12/love-and-loss-redemption.html' title='Love and Loss: Redemption'/><author><name>Kasey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00897429664835979064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nG5wpdxXqiM/TVR7dwjBIoI/AAAAAAAAALU/17rpTdYs9Ag/s220/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FqikHtlCJVU/SyhfCvg9-JI/AAAAAAAAAIc/CXLBWgSB0kg/s72-c/gaffney.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-415690711662393595.post-5707774506079911098</id><published>2009-12-13T11:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T12:23:33.426-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Caroling</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FqikHtlCJVU/SyVNFoWaSuI/AAAAAAAAAIU/5337jO6KPqM/s1600-h/Christmas%2520Carolers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 166px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414818886108990178" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FqikHtlCJVU/SyVNFoWaSuI/AAAAAAAAAIU/5337jO6KPqM/s200/Christmas%2520Carolers.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I was just a girl, I remember watching my sweet Grandma direct the choir at our church. She had such a love for music and still does...it seems to permeate through her. If you know anything about my Grandma...you would know she loves music. She can play the piano by ear...play the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;auto harp&lt;/span&gt; by ear...and sing beautifully...she is so gifted in that "department"...and she has certainly used her gifts to the best of her abilities. (She ended up directing the choir for 50 years...she did this as a volunteer). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This post is about one of the gifts that she impressed upon me...Christmas Caroling...when I think of Christmas...I always think of caroling with my Grandma years ago. I remember seeing injured people that we would sing for and their loved ones crying at the sweetness of the songs we sang...it truly touched their hearts that we were there and were singing these songs for them. I also remember singing for the elderly and the smiles that would light up their sweet faces as we sang to them...sometimes they would even sing along with us. I think the strongest emotion that was in the air during these times was &lt;em&gt;love&lt;/em&gt;. Those songs, the fact that we were there, singing for them...letting them know that someone cared...that someone loved them...that was the most beautiful thing to me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My Grandma knows this, thankfully she is still here...blessing me with her wisdom, love and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;kindness&lt;/span&gt; daily and I have discussed these wonderful memories with her and what they mean to me...and now...I try to follow in her footsteps. This was the second year that I was able to put together an evening for my fellow church members to go out and sing to the sick and elderly in our community. We travelled to two different assisted living places this year...and what a wonderful experience it was! To see the children in our group hugging and loving on these precious individuals was absolutely amazing! To see the faces of the folks we visited and sang for light up like Christmas lights was nothing short of awing...it fills my heart with joy to let these folks know that even though they may feel so alone at times...they are not. One of the ladies we had the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;privilege&lt;/span&gt; to sing for had just celebrated her 100&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; birthday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope that my children will remember these special times and that it will forever be imprinted on their hearts...a love for the elderly...the injured...the less fortunate...and that when they are older, they will have the desire and the drive to go out and perhaps sing...but definitely "do" for and help others. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kasey&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/415690711662393595-5707774506079911098?l=midnitemonologues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midnitemonologues.blogspot.com/feeds/5707774506079911098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=415690711662393595&amp;postID=5707774506079911098' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/415690711662393595/posts/default/5707774506079911098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/415690711662393595/posts/default/5707774506079911098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midnitemonologues.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-caroling.html' title='Christmas Caroling'/><author><name>Kasey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00897429664835979064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nG5wpdxXqiM/TVR7dwjBIoI/AAAAAAAAALU/17rpTdYs9Ag/s220/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FqikHtlCJVU/SyVNFoWaSuI/AAAAAAAAAIU/5337jO6KPqM/s72-c/Christmas%2520Carolers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-415690711662393595.post-9099778691404411976</id><published>2009-12-08T17:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T18:04:20.564-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Peacock today...Feather duster tomorrow"...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FqikHtlCJVU/Sx8DhC_NStI/AAAAAAAAAIE/_xrkFk1CppY/s1600-h/babyjane.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413049143395175122" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FqikHtlCJVU/Sx8DhC_NStI/AAAAAAAAAIE/_xrkFk1CppY/s200/babyjane.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ahh&lt;/span&gt; yes...those were the insightful words of one of my past co-workers. We worked in retail together...cosmetic retail to be exact...and those &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;pompous&lt;/span&gt; men and women (mostly women) who would trudge through our counters was truly something to behold. Oh yes, they came in all different shapes and sizes...from many different backgrounds. They weren't the majority thank goodness...perhaps 25% who walked around with their noses in the air as if they didn't put their pants on the same way in the mornings as the rest of the "common world". At first I didn't know what to think of them...then after a while I felt myself feeling slightly "beneath" them myself...until those hysterical...but true words came rolling off of my friend's witty tongue, "Peacock today, feather duster tomorrow". How sad, but true that is for these persons...unfortunately for them. Now I see them for the lost individuals they are...constantly trying to keep up with - or outdo rather "The Jones'". The &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;never ending&lt;/span&gt; shallow, empty relationships they pursued. What a terrible state! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am thankful to be out of that "chapter" in my life...it was harder for me then, but, I did learn some valuable life lessons and came out...maybe not as a peacock...but perhaps...hopefully...a wise old owl (smile).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;xoxo&lt;/span&gt; -&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kasey&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/415690711662393595-9099778691404411976?l=midnitemonologues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midnitemonologues.blogspot.com/feeds/9099778691404411976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=415690711662393595&amp;postID=9099778691404411976' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/415690711662393595/posts/default/9099778691404411976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/415690711662393595/posts/default/9099778691404411976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midnitemonologues.blogspot.com/2009/12/peacock-todayfeather-duster-tomorrow.html' title='&quot;Peacock today...Feather duster tomorrow&quot;...'/><author><name>Kasey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00897429664835979064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nG5wpdxXqiM/TVR7dwjBIoI/AAAAAAAAALU/17rpTdYs9Ag/s220/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FqikHtlCJVU/Sx8DhC_NStI/AAAAAAAAAIE/_xrkFk1CppY/s72-c/babyjane.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-415690711662393595.post-3736522856454644824</id><published>2009-12-05T09:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T11:24:56.140-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christianity: The Simple Truth: Take 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FqikHtlCJVU/SxqiMlTXemI/AAAAAAAAAH8/nowSVC0ndoI/s1600-h/christ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411816239294544482" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FqikHtlCJVU/SxqiMlTXemI/AAAAAAAAAH8/nowSVC0ndoI/s200/christ.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;In the world we live in today...Christianity and the need for God's Word (The Bible) has most definitely become "watered down"...and I'll even go as far as saying that it has become "a chore" , "a burden", even "routine" for the most devout Christians. How utterly and ridiculously sad is that? The Christians of today are not the same as the Christians of 2000 years ago...the martyrs...the crucified...the beheaded...the stoned. What a stand they took...what a love they had for their &lt;em&gt;religion&lt;/em&gt;...no...their love was for their Father...God...and for their brother, savior, and teacher, Jesus Christ. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Over the next few weeks, years, decades...heck...I don't know...how ever long it takes...I want to discuss certain points of Christianity...I won't be doing it every day...only when the inspiration comes over me. I am going to take it very slowly...one point at a time...there is so much...it will be difficult...some posts will be longer than others...please just bear with me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let's start...well...at the beginning: God is. God always has been and always will be. Is it really that simple? Yes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Before the earth was created, before the universe was created, God existed. God, his Holy Spirit, and his son, Jesus were in existence always. The Godhead, the three in One. That is a huge concept to take in...but...it is the simple and absolute truth. There are so very many things that we as humans cannot wrap our brains around...but you know what? We aren't supposed to be able to...that isn't how we were designed. Many people, because they cannot understand the Bible and God's creation, nor can they act on faith (which is key in the life of a Christian) and just trust in Him and the sufficient Word that He has given us, simply create another "thing"...or religion, etc. with their own personal beliefs and ideas in order to make sense of it all for themselves and perhaps others. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think I will end here today with this point...moving on to the next point...whatever that is...next time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will leave you with this awesome verse from John:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;"In the beginning there was the Word.&lt;strong&gt;*&lt;/strong&gt; The Word was with God, and the Word was God. He was with God in the beginning. All things were made by him, and nothing was made without him. In him there was life, and that life was the light of all people. The Light shines in the darkness, and the darkness has not overpowered it".&lt;/em&gt; These are the words of John, chapter 1, verses 1-5&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*&lt;strong&gt;Word&lt;/strong&gt; - The Greek word is "logos", meaning any kind of communication; it could be translated "message". Here, it means Christ, because Christ was the way God told people about himself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you for reading.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kasey&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/415690711662393595-3736522856454644824?l=midnitemonologues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midnitemonologues.blogspot.com/feeds/3736522856454644824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=415690711662393595&amp;postID=3736522856454644824' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/415690711662393595/posts/default/3736522856454644824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/415690711662393595/posts/default/3736522856454644824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midnitemonologues.blogspot.com/2009/12/christianity-simple-truth-take-1.html' title='Christianity: The Simple Truth: Take 1'/><author><name>Kasey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00897429664835979064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nG5wpdxXqiM/TVR7dwjBIoI/AAAAAAAAALU/17rpTdYs9Ag/s220/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FqikHtlCJVU/SxqiMlTXemI/AAAAAAAAAH8/nowSVC0ndoI/s72-c/christ.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-415690711662393595.post-8278972180128254183</id><published>2009-12-02T18:21:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T18:43:15.490-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mark Twain</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FqikHtlCJVU/SxclVyAlWcI/AAAAAAAAAH0/JRPvJVqqIFg/s1600-h/marktwain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 162px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410834533440641474" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FqikHtlCJVU/SxclVyAlWcI/AAAAAAAAAH0/JRPvJVqqIFg/s200/marktwain.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;"The problem with the world is not that people know too little, but that they know so many things that ain't so." ~ the illustrious...Mark Twain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Samuel Langhorne Clemens, more known by his pen name, Mark Twain. This is a man whom I would have loved to have met and been able to sit on the front porch with, rock in our chairs while perhaps smoking a cigar and enjoying a nice cold mug of moonshine. My oh my! The fascinating conversations we would have had! The knowledge and wisdom that I would have gained from him.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mr. Twain was known for his wit and was admired and praised by his friends as well as his critics. During his lifetime, he became friends with industrialists, artists, European royalty and presidents. He was an amazing author and has been extensively quoted. One of my favorites is the quote above - so much truth there is in those simple words of his. How especially true in the world today...with so many things out there trying to grab our attention and make us lose focus. I try to remember to delight in and stay true to the simple things in life, simple truths. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am thankful that folks like Mark Twain lived and left a great, positive mark on the world...so that we who came after him can learn and appreciate what he did and believed in and gain a bit of insight into the wisdom and knowledge he had.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Godspeed -&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kasey&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/415690711662393595-8278972180128254183?l=midnitemonologues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midnitemonologues.blogspot.com/feeds/8278972180128254183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=415690711662393595&amp;postID=8278972180128254183' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/415690711662393595/posts/default/8278972180128254183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/415690711662393595/posts/default/8278972180128254183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midnitemonologues.blogspot.com/2009/12/mark-twain.html' title='Mark Twain'/><author><name>Kasey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00897429664835979064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nG5wpdxXqiM/TVR7dwjBIoI/AAAAAAAAALU/17rpTdYs9Ag/s220/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FqikHtlCJVU/SxclVyAlWcI/AAAAAAAAAH0/JRPvJVqqIFg/s72-c/marktwain.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-415690711662393595.post-918050624099445571</id><published>2009-11-25T20:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T20:15:24.584-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FqikHtlCJVU/Sw3_3WrCHeI/AAAAAAAAAHs/Hbq60ICHLq4/s1600/thanksgiving.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 133px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408260053985795554" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FqikHtlCJVU/Sw3_3WrCHeI/AAAAAAAAAHs/Hbq60ICHLq4/s200/thanksgiving.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Enter His gates with thanksgiving and His courts with praise, give thanks to Him and praise His name". ~Psalm 100:4&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What a wonderful verse! Not only for this wonderful holiday of the year...but throughout the years as well. We are so blessed friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am thankful for:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;The ups&lt;/em&gt; - the easy parts of life, in which I feel as though I am a bird...simply gliding across a beautiful sky that the Lord has made just for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;The downs&lt;/em&gt; - the harder parts of life in which the Lord is teaching me a valuable lesson, that will make me more like Him...perhaps bring me closer to Him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;The middle roads&lt;/em&gt; - the parts of life that are even keel...I'm growing even then!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let us really sit down and reflect on our blessings...as a nation, as mothers, fathers, friends, families...individuals.  I am thankful for each one of you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Godspeed-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kasey&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/415690711662393595-918050624099445571?l=midnitemonologues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midnitemonologues.blogspot.com/feeds/918050624099445571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=415690711662393595&amp;postID=918050624099445571' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/415690711662393595/posts/default/918050624099445571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/415690711662393595/posts/default/918050624099445571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midnitemonologues.blogspot.com/2009/11/thanksgiving.html' title='Thanksgiving'/><author><name>Kasey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00897429664835979064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nG5wpdxXqiM/TVR7dwjBIoI/AAAAAAAAALU/17rpTdYs9Ag/s220/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FqikHtlCJVU/Sw3_3WrCHeI/AAAAAAAAAHs/Hbq60ICHLq4/s72-c/thanksgiving.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-415690711662393595.post-4063736881888230611</id><published>2009-11-23T19:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T20:00:01.370-08:00</updated><title type='text'>JFK</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FqikHtlCJVU/SwtZBxCtuMI/AAAAAAAAAHk/GjzUNZ8Id00/s1600/jfk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 142px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407513664467876034" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FqikHtlCJVU/SwtZBxCtuMI/AAAAAAAAAHk/GjzUNZ8Id00/s200/jfk.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"As we express our gratitude, we must never forget that the highest appreciation is not to utter words, but to live by them". -JFK&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What a wonderful concept...how many times do we utter words and just say them...with the "do as I say, not as I do" attitude? Know anybody like that...a friend, relative...perhaps thyself? These words are so very true...even if spoken by a democrat...LOL people! (smiles and chuckles) I remember being a child and my parent's telling me, "because I said so". I was like...what the heck, man? Give me a reason...let me see you walk that talk. And you know what? My parents did. They walked that talk. They were not perfect by any means...but...who is here on earth? No one. The only perfect person that ever walked on earth was Jesus Christ and He rose from the grave and now sits at the right hand of God the Father in Heaven...and I do know Him...and He is in my heart...and I know I will meet Him one day. I am grateful for my parents and their witness to me. I am trying to be that witness for my children these days too...it is hard...harder now today than it was then for my parents...but...I just remember...it is all about Him...and not me and He will guide my steps. I want my children to know that too. I love the quotes from us humans...that I feel are sent to us to be inspirations from God our Father...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Goodnight, friends!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xoxo -&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kasey&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/415690711662393595-4063736881888230611?l=midnitemonologues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midnitemonologues.blogspot.com/feeds/4063736881888230611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=415690711662393595&amp;postID=4063736881888230611' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/415690711662393595/posts/default/4063736881888230611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/415690711662393595/posts/default/4063736881888230611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midnitemonologues.blogspot.com/2009/11/jfk.html' title='JFK'/><author><name>Kasey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00897429664835979064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nG5wpdxXqiM/TVR7dwjBIoI/AAAAAAAAALU/17rpTdYs9Ag/s220/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FqikHtlCJVU/SwtZBxCtuMI/AAAAAAAAAHk/GjzUNZ8Id00/s72-c/jfk.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-415690711662393595.post-7629804677584732620</id><published>2009-11-21T15:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T20:00:25.434-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grandma Moses</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FqikHtlCJVU/Swh-hbKvVVI/AAAAAAAAAHc/PKZ8FbeUVJM/s1600/Sugaring.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 163px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406710465351865682" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FqikHtlCJVU/Swh-hbKvVVI/AAAAAAAAAHc/PKZ8FbeUVJM/s200/Sugaring.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;"Life is what you make of it. Always has been. Always will be." ~ Grandma Moses&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My mother has a large print of one of Grandma &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Moses'&lt;/span&gt; works of art in her home. I love it because it is very simple, and it reminds me of simpler days gone by. Believe it or not, Grandma Moses started painting in her 70's - how cool is that? She started painting, because arthritis was getting in the way of her love for embroidery. Her birth name was Anna Mary Robertson, she lived a long and blessed life passing away at the age of 101. One of her most famous pieces, "Sugaring Off" (1943)...{the one shown in the picture} is one of my favorites and sold in 2006 for 1.2 million - what would she have thought of that??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really admire this lady...not only because in her 70's she had the desire take up the art of painting, but the quote above is just as simple as her paintings...and I just feel that she was a wise, happy little lady (like I hope to one day be). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's to making the most of life and giving more than we receive!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;xoxo&lt;/span&gt; -&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kasey&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/415690711662393595-7629804677584732620?l=midnitemonologues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midnitemonologues.blogspot.com/feeds/7629804677584732620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=415690711662393595&amp;postID=7629804677584732620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/415690711662393595/posts/default/7629804677584732620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/415690711662393595/posts/default/7629804677584732620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midnitemonologues.blogspot.com/2009/11/grandma-moses.html' title='Grandma Moses'/><author><name>Kasey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00897429664835979064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nG5wpdxXqiM/TVR7dwjBIoI/AAAAAAAAALU/17rpTdYs9Ag/s220/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FqikHtlCJVU/Swh-hbKvVVI/AAAAAAAAAHc/PKZ8FbeUVJM/s72-c/Sugaring.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-415690711662393595.post-973376285164475269</id><published>2009-11-19T19:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T19:41:08.217-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life and Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FqikHtlCJVU/SwYNk8lU3zI/AAAAAAAAAHU/F1qMAtt4GHE/s1600/time.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406023331093995314" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FqikHtlCJVU/SwYNk8lU3zI/AAAAAAAAAHU/F1qMAtt4GHE/s200/time.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ahhh&lt;/span&gt;...life and time...they seem to be going by so very quickly for me these days...I feel the rush of the holidays setting in...and even though it gets hectic...I still get a shrill of excitement...butterflies even - in my belly. I absolutely love this time of year...I savor it...and I am one of those who gets depressed when Dec. 26 rolls around...thank goodness New Years Eve comes right around the corner from that...it always seems to zap my post holiday "depression" and put me in a good mood for the upcoming year...which will most assuredly fly by like the past one...it's so funny when you think about it; our Lives...and "Time" itself. What the world has seen throughout the ages...what the world will see in the future...holidays past and present. It wasn't that long ago that I was my children's age...enjoying Santa and the delights of the holiday season...it seemed to go by much slower then...dragging really. My, oh my!! The realization of time passing and what is yet to come. I am thankful to be happy where I am, and thankful for my friends and family...and where the Lord has me...I thank Him for His &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;never ending&lt;/span&gt;, unconditional love and His infinite wisdom that I can't even fathom...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will end with this verse from Proverbs 24:14. "Know also that wisdom is sweet to your soul, if you find it, there is a future hope for you, and your hope will not be cut off."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;xoxo&lt;/span&gt; -&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kasey&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/415690711662393595-973376285164475269?l=midnitemonologues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midnitemonologues.blogspot.com/feeds/973376285164475269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=415690711662393595&amp;postID=973376285164475269' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/415690711662393595/posts/default/973376285164475269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/415690711662393595/posts/default/973376285164475269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midnitemonologues.blogspot.com/2009/11/life-and-time.html' title='Life and Time'/><author><name>Kasey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00897429664835979064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nG5wpdxXqiM/TVR7dwjBIoI/AAAAAAAAALU/17rpTdYs9Ag/s220/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FqikHtlCJVU/SwYNk8lU3zI/AAAAAAAAAHU/F1qMAtt4GHE/s72-c/time.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-415690711662393595.post-4375350873783558575</id><published>2009-11-17T13:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T14:32:49.267-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Soup Kitchen</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FqikHtlCJVU/SwMi-FkGNTI/AAAAAAAAAHM/gMj0bxAQr5k/s1600/homeless-streets.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405202427815540018" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FqikHtlCJVU/SwMi-FkGNTI/AAAAAAAAAHM/gMj0bxAQr5k/s200/homeless-streets.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So...I went and volunteered with some of my friends at the Uptown Soup Kitchen last week...and what an experience. This is the 5&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; year we've done this, and every year it is different...but yet the same. I see some of the same faces over and over...many of these folks, I can tell have severe emotional and psychological issues. Some have a harshness about them...you can tell with a single glance that their souls are dark. Others have a calming, peacefulness about them...very endearing...very thankful for what we are doing and that we are there. Some will tell you their life's story...others won't even meet your gaze. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are always in charge of the drink to go with lunch. They like &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kool&lt;/span&gt;-Aide...and they like it SWEET. I'll put it this way...we put into a large steel pot...two and a half of the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;x-tra&lt;/span&gt; large, HUGE, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kool&lt;/span&gt;-Aide round jar mixes that are &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt;-sweetened...and added a half a x-&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;tra&lt;/span&gt; large bag of Domino sugar! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;EEEK&lt;/span&gt; - I just don't think I could get it down that sweet...nonetheless...that is how we make it...because that is how they love it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It always strikes me who is at peace and who is happy and who is absolutely miserable. Happy you ask? Yes...I've met folks (albeit, they have some mental issues and that is clear)...but despite this...they are happy. They seem sweet and very humble and thankful. Still other folks...yes...mental issues and sometimes not...are miserable and dark. I pray for these people when I see them. Sometimes I wonder if they see me...because they won't look at me...they look in my direction, like they can tell I am (or someone is) standing there...but never directly at me. It is very interesting and makes me think of spiritual warfare.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Each year I am touched and blessed. I look forward to the times that I can share this with my children so that they will know what giving means...what compassion and love, truly mean.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Friends, we are so blessed, do we even realize it? I want to share this verse that I posted on my friend Joy's blog just yesterday. Jesus says in Matthew 25:40 "I tell you the truth, whatever you did for one of the least of these brothers of mine, you did for me".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;xoxo&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kasey&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/415690711662393595-4375350873783558575?l=midnitemonologues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midnitemonologues.blogspot.com/feeds/4375350873783558575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=415690711662393595&amp;postID=4375350873783558575' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/415690711662393595/posts/default/4375350873783558575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/415690711662393595/posts/default/4375350873783558575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midnitemonologues.blogspot.com/2009/11/soup-kitchen.html' title='Soup Kitchen'/><author><name>Kasey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00897429664835979064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nG5wpdxXqiM/TVR7dwjBIoI/AAAAAAAAALU/17rpTdYs9Ag/s220/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FqikHtlCJVU/SwMi-FkGNTI/AAAAAAAAAHM/gMj0bxAQr5k/s72-c/homeless-streets.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-415690711662393595.post-4943624815130131393</id><published>2009-11-16T19:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T10:43:00.104-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rosalind Russell (1)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FqikHtlCJVU/SwIXOslm4TI/AAAAAAAAAHE/FQUGYnFGu18/s1600/rosalind-russell.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 161px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404908044052521266" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FqikHtlCJVU/SwIXOslm4TI/AAAAAAAAAHE/FQUGYnFGu18/s200/rosalind-russell.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Flops are a part of life's menu and I've never been a girl to miss out on any of the courses". ~ Rosalind Russell&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rosalind Russell, is hands down one of my top 3 old Hollywood actresses. She was such a lively, spirited woman. My favorite movie of hers was &lt;em&gt;Auntie Mame&lt;/em&gt;. I feel such a connection to her that I know I will post more on this wonderful woman! What I want to focus on today is the aforementioned quote. What an awesome perspective...I have always felt this way throughout my life...but...never had the words to express my feelings. What can I say...I love life and I love food...so...I can totally relate with this quote. (sigh) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There have been "meals" in my life that I've tried...and definitely had to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;secretly&lt;/span&gt; spit back into my napkin and out of my system...and there have been other "meals" that I have gorged upon and gotten sick afterwards...still others that I have enjoyed and relished and will never forget. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life is most definitely a banquet (another set of words from Rosalind) and it is how you approach the meal. Here's to full courses with lots of dessert, my friends!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;xoxo&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kasey&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/415690711662393595-4943624815130131393?l=midnitemonologues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midnitemonologues.blogspot.com/feeds/4943624815130131393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=415690711662393595&amp;postID=4943624815130131393' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/415690711662393595/posts/default/4943624815130131393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/415690711662393595/posts/default/4943624815130131393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midnitemonologues.blogspot.com/2009/11/rosalind-russell-1.html' title='Rosalind Russell (1)'/><author><name>Kasey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00897429664835979064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nG5wpdxXqiM/TVR7dwjBIoI/AAAAAAAAALU/17rpTdYs9Ag/s220/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FqikHtlCJVU/SwIXOslm4TI/AAAAAAAAAHE/FQUGYnFGu18/s72-c/rosalind-russell.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-415690711662393595.post-4763522100451728119</id><published>2009-11-14T13:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T19:58:11.391-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Prayer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FqikHtlCJVU/Sv8perAvWeI/AAAAAAAAAG8/n-xoB5Oxd3M/s1600-h/praying-hands1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 134px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404083684786526690" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FqikHtlCJVU/Sv8perAvWeI/AAAAAAAAAG8/n-xoB5Oxd3M/s200/praying-hands1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You know, I saw this somewhere the other day and can't remember where...but someone had posed the question, "When people tell me they are praying for me, I wonder if they really mean it or if they are just saying it." &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hmmm&lt;/span&gt;...what an interesting notion. How many times have we told someone that we were going to pray for them and not remembered to do it? I will admit, yes, I have been guilty of it in the past. However, these days it seems that there are so many folks out there that have prayer requests...and honestly...what keeps me in check is my kiddos. I want them to pray, I want them to think of others. Each morning and evening we say our prayers, and sometimes in the car too. I will mention family members who need prayer and also friends that need prayer...and sometimes, I don't even know the person directly...but have been asked to pray for them. My children will sometimes ask me after the prayer...who is so-n-so? And I will tell them, oh, that's so-n-&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;so's&lt;/span&gt; friend or mother...or neighbor...whomever. Nowadays, they will join in with names of the people they want to pray for and it is such a delight! It warms my heart that my sweet ones are learning to communicate with their Heavenly Father, and to have that relationship that the Lord covets with us...and I have grown to covet with Him. I pray that my children will never forget these moments and this special communication we/they have with God. What a wonderful thing prayer is! I would like to share a verse from the Bible with you on this very subject:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Phillipians 4:6-7 "Do not be anxious about anything, but in everything, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God. And the peace of God, which transcends all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enjoy the rest of this beautiful weekend, dear friends!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;xoxo&lt;/span&gt; -&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kasey&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/415690711662393595-4763522100451728119?l=midnitemonologues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midnitemonologues.blogspot.com/feeds/4763522100451728119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=415690711662393595&amp;postID=4763522100451728119' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/415690711662393595/posts/default/4763522100451728119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/415690711662393595/posts/default/4763522100451728119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midnitemonologues.blogspot.com/2009/11/prayer.html' title='Prayer'/><author><name>Kasey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00897429664835979064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nG5wpdxXqiM/TVR7dwjBIoI/AAAAAAAAALU/17rpTdYs9Ag/s220/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FqikHtlCJVU/Sv8perAvWeI/AAAAAAAAAG8/n-xoB5Oxd3M/s72-c/praying-hands1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-415690711662393595.post-4629808271546772282</id><published>2009-11-11T12:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T12:35:32.472-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love and Loss</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FqikHtlCJVU/Svsfmz8ZAxI/AAAAAAAAAGU/u0YSXK0uixk/s1600-h/loveandloss.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402946929600037650" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FqikHtlCJVU/Svsfmz8ZAxI/AAAAAAAAAGU/u0YSXK0uixk/s200/loveandloss.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A friend of mine that I've known since high school also has a blog that I love to read, "Waiting for the Click"...she has such a way with words and discusses interesting things. She decided to invite her friends to share their "click" stories...stories of the times in their lives when they had an "ah-ha" moment and realized that their life would no longer be the same. Here is the link to my first story with her: &lt;em&gt;Love and Loss&lt;/em&gt;...I hope you will read it. &lt;a href="http://lesleehorner.wordpress.com/2009/11/10/midnitemonologues-click/"&gt;http://lesleehorner.wordpress.com/2009/11/10/midnitemonologues-click/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;xoxo&lt;/span&gt; -&lt;br /&gt;Kasey&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/415690711662393595-4629808271546772282?l=midnitemonologues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midnitemonologues.blogspot.com/feeds/4629808271546772282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=415690711662393595&amp;postID=4629808271546772282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/415690711662393595/posts/default/4629808271546772282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/415690711662393595/posts/default/4629808271546772282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midnitemonologues.blogspot.com/2009/11/love-and-loss.html' title='Love and Loss'/><author><name>Kasey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00897429664835979064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nG5wpdxXqiM/TVR7dwjBIoI/AAAAAAAAALU/17rpTdYs9Ag/s220/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FqikHtlCJVU/Svsfmz8ZAxI/AAAAAAAAAGU/u0YSXK0uixk/s72-c/loveandloss.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-415690711662393595.post-3504813560102933372</id><published>2009-11-09T18:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T18:50:01.631-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Judy Garland: Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-2f3a75896029f6eb" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v22.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D2f3a75896029f6eb%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329939906%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D22DC24830398ABFF93410FFF76582209420F4316.52BED1133799C0EF5CF2CD1C012D12900BA49771%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D2f3a75896029f6eb%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DAKsYlHIlop0oC8OgO3Xo5Mr2dU0&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v22.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D2f3a75896029f6eb%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329939906%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D22DC24830398ABFF93410FFF76582209420F4316.52BED1133799C0EF5CF2CD1C012D12900BA49771%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D2f3a75896029f6eb%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DAKsYlHIlop0oC8OgO3Xo5Mr2dU0&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ok...ok...I just can't help it! I LOVE this time of year and cannot get enough Christmas carols in. This is one of my most favorite movies, "Meet Me in St. Louis". If you haven't watched it...it is a must see...especially if you appreciate Old Hollywood. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;TMC&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;AMC&lt;/span&gt; will be playing it soon I'm sure. It's just a good ole movie with a sweet plot, beautiful characters, fabulous fashion...and of course...with Judy Garland...lots of great singing! Friends, &lt;em&gt;have yourselves a merry little Christmas&lt;/em&gt;...T&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt; the Season! And of course...Jesus is the Reason for the Season!  &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;xoxo&lt;/span&gt; - Kasey&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/415690711662393595-3504813560102933372?l=midnitemonologues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midnitemonologues.blogspot.com/feeds/3504813560102933372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=415690711662393595&amp;postID=3504813560102933372' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/415690711662393595/posts/default/3504813560102933372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/415690711662393595/posts/default/3504813560102933372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midnitemonologues.blogspot.com/2009/11/judy-garland-have-yourself-merry-little.html' title='Judy Garland: Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas'/><author><name>Kasey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00897429664835979064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nG5wpdxXqiM/TVR7dwjBIoI/AAAAAAAAALU/17rpTdYs9Ag/s220/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-415690711662393595.post-2850683450180094459</id><published>2009-11-05T19:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T20:13:28.837-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Born Too Late</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FqikHtlCJVU/SvOfzgcQo2I/AAAAAAAAAGM/FIBu5PbdTKI/s1600-h/frank-sinatra.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 160px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400836085377966946" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FqikHtlCJVU/SvOfzgcQo2I/AAAAAAAAAGM/FIBu5PbdTKI/s200/frank-sinatra.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, so have you ever thought...hmmm...I was born in the wrong time period? Well...I have. Anytime I watch an old Hollywood flick, or hear a song like, "Don't sit Under the Apple Tree With Anyone Else But Me"...I think...dang...my Grandma is one lucky lady! I believe my Grandma lived during the best years ever, in world history. You see, I believe that the 1930-1960's America...were the best times ever. Sure, The Great Depression had to be endured for part of that time, but, according to my Grandma, who lived in rural NC, they didn't even realize it was going on. They were dirt poor, but happy. How can this be you ask? Well...life was so much simpler...no computers, no t-ball and soccer schedules, just fun, friends and family. No &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;TV's&lt;/span&gt; for part of that time - how I would have LOVED to have been able to sit and listen in front of the big ole TV-sized radio (with my family) to President Roosevelt's "Fireside Chats"! Also, movies were just coming out...and some of the best ones, the most heartfelt ones, the most remembered ones came out during this era. Not many movies today have the moving plots and the fashion that this time period held. What can I say...the styles...the music...the movies...the things going on in America...all of these things were fabulous! God was still prevalent, morality was still prevalent...patriotism was still prevalent. Men were men, women were women. Don't get me wrong...I like to work outside of the home (part-time)...but...I just see and hear the happy picture that my Grandma paints...and I can't say enough about the music/movies...etc. Like James Stewart's movie, "What a Wonderful Life"! What a wonderful life indeed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ahh&lt;/span&gt;...at least nowadays, I can sit and watch the movies and listen to the music...and dream...I think Frank Sinatra and I would have been an item for sure... :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;xoxo&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kasey&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/415690711662393595-2850683450180094459?l=midnitemonologues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midnitemonologues.blogspot.com/feeds/2850683450180094459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=415690711662393595&amp;postID=2850683450180094459' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/415690711662393595/posts/default/2850683450180094459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/415690711662393595/posts/default/2850683450180094459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midnitemonologues.blogspot.com/2009/11/born-too-late.html' title='Born Too Late'/><author><name>Kasey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00897429664835979064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nG5wpdxXqiM/TVR7dwjBIoI/AAAAAAAAALU/17rpTdYs9Ag/s220/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FqikHtlCJVU/SvOfzgcQo2I/AAAAAAAAAGM/FIBu5PbdTKI/s72-c/frank-sinatra.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-415690711662393595.post-591204695326107826</id><published>2009-11-04T13:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T13:21:25.878-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Here's to New Endings!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FqikHtlCJVU/SvHwQTcDmoI/AAAAAAAAAGE/AddXC9A-u4w/s1600-h/rose+path.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 148px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400361591080458882" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FqikHtlCJVU/SvHwQTcDmoI/AAAAAAAAAGE/AddXC9A-u4w/s200/rose+path.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;"Nobody can go back and start a new beginning, but anyone can start today and make a new ending." ~ Maria Robinson&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What a wonderful viewpoint! I read this today and just had to "muse" about it. Such simple words, yet they can totally alter your way of thinking on certain things. And when your way of thinking on things is altered for the better...how wonderful! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xoxo - &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kasey&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/415690711662393595-591204695326107826?l=midnitemonologues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midnitemonologues.blogspot.com/feeds/591204695326107826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=415690711662393595&amp;postID=591204695326107826' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/415690711662393595/posts/default/591204695326107826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/415690711662393595/posts/default/591204695326107826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midnitemonologues.blogspot.com/2009/11/heres-to-new-endings.html' title='Here&apos;s to New Endings!'/><author><name>Kasey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00897429664835979064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nG5wpdxXqiM/TVR7dwjBIoI/AAAAAAAAALU/17rpTdYs9Ag/s220/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FqikHtlCJVU/SvHwQTcDmoI/AAAAAAAAAGE/AddXC9A-u4w/s72-c/rose+path.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-415690711662393595.post-7177505176366066229</id><published>2009-11-01T14:54:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T15:18:55.649-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Sister and Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FqikHtlCJVU/Su4WuLGEmaI/AAAAAAAAAF8/Zr_fbPAVvsM/s1600-h/sisters_preview.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 197px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399277985771854242" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FqikHtlCJVU/Su4WuLGEmaI/AAAAAAAAAF8/Zr_fbPAVvsM/s200/sisters_preview.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today I spent some time with my sister, Erin and her family, it was really nice and we had such a good time. My sis and I are at a wonderful place in our relationship, which makes me very happy. You see, when we were younger...things were not always so good. It must have been some sort of invisible rivalry or competition of sorts for us...or...it could be that we are just about polar opposites. Ha! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I remember one day long ago...Erin was about 5 and I was like 7 or 8, and she came up to me and said, "I want to run away"! And I said, "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;REEEEAALLY&lt;/span&gt;? Well - let me help you pack"! And that is just what I did. I remember going to get her little navy suitcase, with large purple and green flowers on it and packed a few days worth of clothing, oh, I threw in a few bananas and crackers for good measure too. Then, I bundled her up in her navy &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;pea coat&lt;/span&gt; (it was a bit chilly out) and walked her down the driveway gave her a little push and said, "Love ya! See ya! Bye!" She walked a little ways down the street and then came back, and I was like, "Why are you back"? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Didn't have nowhere to go"...she replied. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is that crazy or what? Hilarious even!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then there was the time we shared a room and we kept fighting about whose side was whose (we had twin beds on opposite sides of the room) and we ended up putting a line of masking tape all the way down the middle of our room on the hard wood floors. Later, I realized the closet with all of our clothes in it was on her side of the room...which leads me to my point. Erin has always, always, always had the brains of us 2 girls. (smile) She was always an honor student, tests and schoolwork just came naturally to her...especially in math and science which were my worst subjects. Erin is a girl who, at 8 mos. pregnant graduated from law school with honors - top 10 in her class!! She also took the bar exam and passed it on the first try a month and a half after her baby was born! I mean...come on...who can measure up to that...certainly not me...&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;ha ha&lt;/span&gt;! Now, I'm not saying I'm a dummy or anything...and Erin wasn't as strongly suited in writing as I was, I won a few contests in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;grade school&lt;/span&gt;. I thought that was my passion and that I wanted to be a communications major...but...I realized that I just enjoy writing for myself...like this blog for instance. Erin and I are very opposite. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nevertheless...at this stage in our life...we have been able to put aside our vast differences and embrace each other...like sisters should. I love our relationship and hope that as the years go by, we only grow closer. I love to talk on the phone with her...sure wish she lived closer. I am so thankful that the Lord stepped in and brought us together...don't know what I'd do without her!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love you, Erin!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;xoxo&lt;/span&gt; -&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kasey&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/415690711662393595-7177505176366066229?l=midnitemonologues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midnitemonologues.blogspot.com/feeds/7177505176366066229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=415690711662393595&amp;postID=7177505176366066229' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/415690711662393595/posts/default/7177505176366066229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/415690711662393595/posts/default/7177505176366066229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midnitemonologues.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-sister-and-me.html' title='My Sister and Me'/><author><name>Kasey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00897429664835979064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nG5wpdxXqiM/TVR7dwjBIoI/AAAAAAAAALU/17rpTdYs9Ag/s220/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FqikHtlCJVU/Su4WuLGEmaI/AAAAAAAAAF8/Zr_fbPAVvsM/s72-c/sisters_preview.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-415690711662393595.post-1277895469899236749</id><published>2009-10-29T15:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T15:58:16.865-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In Loving Memory of Amy Christine Stephens Pardue</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FqikHtlCJVU/Suocn3YbK3I/AAAAAAAAAF0/zpM6MgoNrVc/s1600-h/unicorn2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 164px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398158574563830642" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FqikHtlCJVU/Suocn3YbK3I/AAAAAAAAAF0/zpM6MgoNrVc/s200/unicorn2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dear Friends, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This has been one of the saddest weeks I've ever lived in my 34 years...probably THE saddest. However, amidst the sorrow and devastation, I can &lt;em&gt;feel&lt;/em&gt; God's Peace that surpasses understanding. Heather W, chose to celebrate Amy's life in her words yesterday, and I choose to do the same here today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went to High School with Amy, she graduated in my class of 1993. We also went to the same &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;grade school&lt;/span&gt;, and I am going to find out where my k-3 class photos are to see if we were in any of the same classes...I am feeling that we were.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At the funeral and visitation yesterday, the outpouring of family and loved ones to show their love and support for Amy and her family was nothing short of a&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;wing&lt;/span&gt;. God's comforting presence was there...you could feel it, you could also feel Amy's love and sweetness there among us. As Heather said, "Amy was smiling yesterday to see all her friends that came to honor her life". I agree completely. You know, human words fail us at such times as these; however family, friends and the feelings that God gives us such as Love, Compassion and Peace are what get us through these difficult times. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday, I learned just what a ray of sunshine Amy was. Strong, bold, funny, compassionate, loving...one could go on and on with the positive attributes of Amy. She was a daughter, grand-daughter, sister, wife, best friend and a mother. In her death, she gave 4 other people life by being an organ donor - what a blessing she was here on earth and even so in death! It reminds me of the verse from I Corinthians 15:55, "Where O death is your victory? Where O death is your sting"? Praise the Lord for His precious child, Amy! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Amy, you have forever imprinted love and kindness on my heart. God bless you and your beautiful baby boys and the family that loves you so much that are left here with us. We will see you and rejoice together one day. Godspeed, dear one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;xoxo&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kasey&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p.s. I learned yesterday, that Amy had a white unicorn that she carried around for 27 years (he'd lost his horn from being so loved...) his name was "Puny", not sure if I spelled that correctly...Puny was with her as she passed away on Sunday...the photo attached to this post is in honor of she and him. I think he is a wonderful representation of Amy herself; unicorns are unique creatures, fierce yet good, selfless and always mysteriously beautiful...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/415690711662393595-1277895469899236749?l=midnitemonologues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midnitemonologues.blogspot.com/feeds/1277895469899236749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=415690711662393595&amp;postID=1277895469899236749' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/415690711662393595/posts/default/1277895469899236749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/415690711662393595/posts/default/1277895469899236749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midnitemonologues.blogspot.com/2009/10/in-loving-memory-of-amy-christine.html' title='In Loving Memory of Amy Christine Stephens Pardue'/><author><name>Kasey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00897429664835979064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nG5wpdxXqiM/TVR7dwjBIoI/AAAAAAAAALU/17rpTdYs9Ag/s220/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FqikHtlCJVU/Suocn3YbK3I/AAAAAAAAAF0/zpM6MgoNrVc/s72-c/unicorn2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-415690711662393595.post-1319891870498405954</id><published>2009-10-24T09:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T09:44:00.309-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Miley Cyrus - "The Climb"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.mtv.com/overdrive/?vid=348983"&gt;Miley Cyrus - "The Climb"&lt;/a&gt;: "Hannah Montana The Movie"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/415690711662393595-1319891870498405954?l=midnitemonologues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.mtv.com/overdrive/?vid=348983' title='Miley Cyrus - &quot;The Climb&quot;'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midnitemonologues.blogspot.com/feeds/1319891870498405954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=415690711662393595&amp;postID=1319891870498405954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/415690711662393595/posts/default/1319891870498405954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/415690711662393595/posts/default/1319891870498405954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midnitemonologues.blogspot.com/2009/10/miley-cyrus-climb.html' title='Miley Cyrus - &quot;The Climb&quot;'/><author><name>Kasey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00897429664835979064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nG5wpdxXqiM/TVR7dwjBIoI/AAAAAAAAALU/17rpTdYs9Ag/s220/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-415690711662393595.post-8928496456780799756</id><published>2009-10-24T09:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T09:44:40.223-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Climb</title><content type='html'>I love &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Miley&lt;/span&gt; Cyrus' song "&lt;em&gt;The Climb&lt;/em&gt;".  What a great message and so true.  This song speaks to each and everyone of us as human beings.  We will always have mountain after mountain to conquer throughout our lives.  It isn't a matter of whether we move the mountain, plow through the mountain, etc.  What matters is&lt;em&gt; how&lt;/em&gt; we decide to conquer it.  We will all have times that are difficult, hard...impossible even...but, those are the times when we must keep pushing and moving onward...keeping our faith strong.  People are always watching and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;cognisant&lt;/span&gt; of choices we make...will we make the right choice?  Will we do the right thing?  Will we take the narrow road or the wide road?  So many decisions...&lt;br /&gt;I pray that throughout each mountain that comes my/your way in life, that we will choose the way that God would have us choose.  It may not be the easiest for us...but...there will be blessings and good things in store when we do what is right in His Eyes.  Always remember...it's all about &lt;em&gt;The Climb&lt;/em&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;xoxo -&lt;br /&gt;Kasey&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/415690711662393595-8928496456780799756?l=midnitemonologues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midnitemonologues.blogspot.com/feeds/8928496456780799756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=415690711662393595&amp;postID=8928496456780799756' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/415690711662393595/posts/default/8928496456780799756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/415690711662393595/posts/default/8928496456780799756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midnitemonologues.blogspot.com/2009/10/climb.html' title='The Climb'/><author><name>Kasey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00897429664835979064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nG5wpdxXqiM/TVR7dwjBIoI/AAAAAAAAALU/17rpTdYs9Ag/s220/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-415690711662393595.post-4031545492856075145</id><published>2009-10-22T15:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T15:37:29.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pleasing Everybody?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FqikHtlCJVU/SuDedi3RSRI/AAAAAAAAAFs/R7NnfRd8DJ0/s1600-h/mule.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395556952746051858" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FqikHtlCJVU/SuDedi3RSRI/AAAAAAAAAFs/R7NnfRd8DJ0/s200/mule.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I cannot give you the formula for success, but, I can give you the formula for failure -- which is: Try to please everybody." ~Herbert Bayard Swope&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A saw this quote the other day, and wow...it hit me. I sure do wish I'd learned this life lesson earlier on. I've known it for years now...but...back in the day, Jr. High and High School, how great would it have been to actually understand and comprehend this quote. I wouldn't actually say that back then I tried to please everyone...but...in ways I did...I was naive enough to think that I could anyway. Ignorance is bliss...until you wake up to what you've been ignorant to, haha...I can look back and chuckle now. I remember thinking I knew it all...very much like the song from Mongomery Gentry, "Back When I Knew it All". That was totally me...hard headed...a donkey with it's little heels sticking in the mud...saying "you ain't makin me go no further...that ain't no real carrot" - ha! Over the years I am still as stubborn, but, I feel that if there is something or someone with an idea on how to lighten my load...I'll listen...I may not budge...but at least I'll listen and learn rather than have my wall up and just say...nope...my way or the highway...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, I am thankful to be able to stand my ground on certain issues and things, but, I am also glad to be wiser in listening and taking others words to heart. I realize that you cannot please everybody, and thus the quote..."birds of a feather usually stick together". However, I do have many friends who think differently from me on many issues, and I value those friendships just as much as I value the ones where we see eye to eye on pretty much anything. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God sure did make the world a colorful place! I am happy to be in the "summertime" of my life and able to appreciate the ups and downs. It's the downs that make us stronger &amp;amp; I'm glad I can take the lessons and appreciate each one. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xoxo - &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kasey&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/415690711662393595-4031545492856075145?l=midnitemonologues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midnitemonologues.blogspot.com/feeds/4031545492856075145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=415690711662393595&amp;postID=4031545492856075145' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/415690711662393595/posts/default/4031545492856075145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/415690711662393595/posts/default/4031545492856075145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midnitemonologues.blogspot.com/2009/10/pleasing-everybody.html' title='Pleasing Everybody?'/><author><name>Kasey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00897429664835979064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nG5wpdxXqiM/TVR7dwjBIoI/AAAAAAAAALU/17rpTdYs9Ag/s220/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FqikHtlCJVU/SuDedi3RSRI/AAAAAAAAAFs/R7NnfRd8DJ0/s72-c/mule.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-415690711662393595.post-1192416131164163673</id><published>2009-10-21T08:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T09:08:53.084-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lillie Boyte: An Angel who has touched my life forever...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FqikHtlCJVU/St8x_NlhDpI/AAAAAAAAAFk/qVQIs81JMts/s1600-h/cherub04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 110px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395085840661679762" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FqikHtlCJVU/St8x_NlhDpI/AAAAAAAAAFk/qVQIs81JMts/s200/cherub04.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Neuroblastoma is a rare form of childhood cancer that is particularly aggressive. Several years ago, a co-worker of mine sent me a link to a little girl named Lillie Boyte on &lt;a href="http://www.caringbridge.org/"&gt;http://www.caringbridge.org/&lt;/a&gt;. I did not know this little girl directly, but, the friend who submitted the link did. She asked that we check in and pray for this little girl who was suffering from Neuroblastoma. Caringbridge is an awesome website that allows family members and loved ones to write and document their family members journey through serious health events. I believe that it is a wonderful site, because it allows others to check in and be able to read about what is going on, people can sign in and write loving comments, etc. I believe that writing is theraputic, and that alone is huge if you are a parent or loved one going through this with your family member. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lillie was born on Good Friday, 2004. She was 2 1/2 when she was diagnosed with this terrible disease called Neuroblastoma in October of 2006. NB causes tumors to build up all over your body. Lillie's primary tumor was on her adrenal gland (which is right above the kidney). On Caringbridge, her mother has documented her NB journey . When I was first signed on and praying for little Lillie, she was going through rounds of chemo treatments, yes, a 2 1/2 year old, going through this (it's awful for any adult)! Then, in July of 2007, the doctors discovered that Lillie was developing brain tumors. One erupted while she was playing it the hospital playroom where she was receiving treatment and required immediate surgery. Despite surgeries and radiation treatment, the disease had spread to her bone marrow, liver and lungs. According to her mama, Lillie's pain was severe and her life was a living hell. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To put it in her Mama's own words, "August 28, 2007 Lillie earned her angel wings and was cured of this horrific disease".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can not begin tell you all the many reasons why this little girl means so much to me. I was never able to touch her with my own hands persay or to look directly into her sweet eyes...only her beautiful photos...what I was able to do was read the beautiful tapestry of words that her mama wrote about her sweet life, and through that, Lillie has touched my heart. Lillie left behind 2 sisters and a mother and father. Her mother gets on to write and journal still, and that is what brought her to my mind today. If you would like to read Lillie's story, you can find it here: &lt;a href="http://www.caringbridge.org/visit/lillieboyte"&gt;http://www.caringbridge.org/visit/lillieboyte&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Friends, love your children, realize what a gift they are...what a gift family is. Stop reading this and go give those babies a hug and a kiss...make a wrong relationship right...love deeply no matter what the cost. This life is short...make the most of it...each day is a gift, that is why it is called the "present".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xoxo -&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kasey&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/415690711662393595-1192416131164163673?l=midnitemonologues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midnitemonologues.blogspot.com/feeds/1192416131164163673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=415690711662393595&amp;postID=1192416131164163673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/415690711662393595/posts/default/1192416131164163673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/415690711662393595/posts/default/1192416131164163673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midnitemonologues.blogspot.com/2009/10/lillie-boyte-angel-who-has-touched-my.html' title='Lillie Boyte: An Angel who has touched my life forever...'/><author><name>Kasey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00897429664835979064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nG5wpdxXqiM/TVR7dwjBIoI/AAAAAAAAALU/17rpTdYs9Ag/s220/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FqikHtlCJVU/St8x_NlhDpI/AAAAAAAAAFk/qVQIs81JMts/s72-c/cherub04.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-415690711662393595.post-5943541922872845299</id><published>2009-10-18T17:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T18:38:51.575-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Forgiveness</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FqikHtlCJVU/StvDAdAX0kI/AAAAAAAAAFc/-Z0RyANpzJA/s1600-h/forgive.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394119391259906626" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FqikHtlCJVU/StvDAdAX0kI/AAAAAAAAAFc/-Z0RyANpzJA/s200/forgive.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"It really doesn't matter if the person who hurt you deserves to be forgiven. Forgiveness is a gift you give to yourself. You have things to do and you want to move on". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A friend of mine posted this on Facebook today. Wow. What knowledge and power in those words. Forgiveness is such a wonderful, freeing, enlightening thing. In many ways it's truly miraculous. Forgiving can be such a hard thing to do, but the end result is glorious! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank the Good Lord for His forgiveness. He sent his Son to forgive us, how awesome and amazing is that!?!?!?!?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was able to be a part of forgiving today, and let me tell you...it is delightful!! What a gift indeed for me, my family, and those on the other end who needed to forgive me. Thank goodness for the turning of new leaves, new chapters, new beginnings. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My prayer for you my friends is this: if you have anyone in your life that has hurt you...try to let that hurt go. It really is a prison. Release is freeing...forgive...and move on to bigger, better things. Even if you have no idea what you did...people are all so different, things are interpreted so differently...forgive, be forgiven and be all the wiser. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God bless you all!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xoxo -&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kasey&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/415690711662393595-5943541922872845299?l=midnitemonologues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midnitemonologues.blogspot.com/feeds/5943541922872845299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=415690711662393595&amp;postID=5943541922872845299' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/415690711662393595/posts/default/5943541922872845299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/415690711662393595/posts/default/5943541922872845299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midnitemonologues.blogspot.com/2009/10/forgiveness.html' title='Forgiveness'/><author><name>Kasey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00897429664835979064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nG5wpdxXqiM/TVR7dwjBIoI/AAAAAAAAALU/17rpTdYs9Ag/s220/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FqikHtlCJVU/StvDAdAX0kI/AAAAAAAAAFc/-Z0RyANpzJA/s72-c/forgive.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-415690711662393595.post-2588804238974151020</id><published>2009-10-13T15:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T16:00:36.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Power in a WORD</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FqikHtlCJVU/StUGgZMLvgI/AAAAAAAAAFU/_XopfWUxu04/s1600-h/positive-thinking.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392223282433605122" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FqikHtlCJVU/StUGgZMLvgI/AAAAAAAAAFU/_XopfWUxu04/s200/positive-thinking.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ahh&lt;/span&gt;...what a great feeling it is to know that you have radiated positivity to someone and not the opposite. I love to give compliments, and man, I'd forgotten how good it feels to get one! A friend of mine mentioned that I'd been an "inspiration" to her (about getting Christmas shopping done early so that one can enjoy and delight in the beautiful wonder of the Christmas Season). And I have to tell you...that just MADE my day! I want to encourage you to tell someone when they have impacted you in a good way, even if you like the perfume they are wearing. My goodness...in this weary world, a kind word and deed goes SO VERY far! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really appreciate you all who follow my blog...and apologize for my "mini" hiatus...it's just been a bit busy around here, and I have to say, I sort of had the "wind taken out of my sails"...I had lost inspiration for awhile...on the good side - I think it's back. Thank you my friends for being my inspiration...and I hope to inspire you in positive ways as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good night and God bless!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;xoxo&lt;/span&gt; -&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kasey&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/415690711662393595-2588804238974151020?l=midnitemonologues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midnitemonologues.blogspot.com/feeds/2588804238974151020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=415690711662393595&amp;postID=2588804238974151020' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/415690711662393595/posts/default/2588804238974151020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/415690711662393595/posts/default/2588804238974151020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midnitemonologues.blogspot.com/2009/10/power-in-word.html' title='The Power in a WORD'/><author><name>Kasey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00897429664835979064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nG5wpdxXqiM/TVR7dwjBIoI/AAAAAAAAALU/17rpTdYs9Ag/s220/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FqikHtlCJVU/StUGgZMLvgI/AAAAAAAAAFU/_XopfWUxu04/s72-c/positive-thinking.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-415690711662393595.post-2164907680427634071</id><published>2009-09-27T14:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-09T08:45:17.723-08:00</updated><title type='text'>James Taylor: Walking Man</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FqikHtlCJVU/Sr_UpRjzSPI/AAAAAAAAAE8/KY2XdKwLlIo/s1600-h/JamesTaylor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 158px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386257484911692018" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FqikHtlCJVU/Sr_UpRjzSPI/AAAAAAAAAE8/KY2XdKwLlIo/s200/JamesTaylor.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;This song by James Taylor is one of my favorites...and...it happens to be about fall and the drawing near of winter. I love it...there isn't a good video of him singing it, so this is just the song from the CD - Live. I hope you enjoy it as much as I do and it helps you to welcome in this glorious time of year!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xoxo -&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kasey&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Click this link (all rights reserved to the person who posted this link on youtube):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6GfWoHafFp4"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6GfWoHafFp4&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/415690711662393595-2164907680427634071?l=midnitemonologues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midnitemonologues.blogspot.com/feeds/2164907680427634071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=415690711662393595&amp;postID=2164907680427634071' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/415690711662393595/posts/default/2164907680427634071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/415690711662393595/posts/default/2164907680427634071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midnitemonologues.blogspot.com/2009/09/james-taylor-walking-man.html' title='James Taylor: Walking Man'/><author><name>Kasey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00897429664835979064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nG5wpdxXqiM/TVR7dwjBIoI/AAAAAAAAALU/17rpTdYs9Ag/s220/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FqikHtlCJVU/Sr_UpRjzSPI/AAAAAAAAAE8/KY2XdKwLlIo/s72-c/JamesTaylor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-415690711662393595.post-34451217618506200</id><published>2009-09-21T17:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T09:49:20.773-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome Fall...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FqikHtlCJVU/SrgkqA-fh7I/AAAAAAAAAE0/vbBZsQb4AgY/s1600-h/autumn-9486.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 138px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384093658756646834" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FqikHtlCJVU/SrgkqA-fh7I/AAAAAAAAAE0/vbBZsQb4AgY/s200/autumn-9486.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These are a few of my favorite "fall"things:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Smell of a fire floating in the air from people's homes (usually the "family" room or "living" room); campfires; cooking &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;smores&lt;/span&gt; in front of a campfire; falling leaves; the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;beautifully&lt;/span&gt; colored leaves; hot apple cider; driving through the mountains enjoying the leaves; walking down a trail and having the leaves "fall" over my head; the smell of the leaves as they turn colors and "fall" to the ground; glow of fireflies; shiny apples; freshly baked apple pies; hum of cicadas; big fat pumpkins; crisp air; crunch of sweet corn; comfy blue jeans; nice warm sweaters; mums; trick-or-&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;treaters&lt;/span&gt;; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Halloween&lt;/span&gt; costumes; Charlie Brown's &lt;em&gt;Great Pumpkin&lt;/em&gt;; warm days and chilly nights; good coffee with friends; good red wine with friends; sitting on my screened in porch cuddling with the family; breaking out the toasty scarves; carving pumpkins; cooking pumpkin seeds in the oven and eating them; my kids sweet long sleeve pajamas; hayrides; the Southern Christmas Show; Virginia Creeper Trail; black cats; dirt roads surrounded by beautiful red, orange, yellow, green leaves; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;marsh mellow&lt;/span&gt; pumpkins (I always go through a couple of bags all by myself..&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;); cowboy boots; fall festivals at local small towns; and lastly, just realizing God's plan and His beautiful masterpiece...He gives us a fresh start every year. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What are your favorite things about fall?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;xoxo&lt;/span&gt; -&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kasey&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/415690711662393595-34451217618506200?l=midnitemonologues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midnitemonologues.blogspot.com/feeds/34451217618506200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=415690711662393595&amp;postID=34451217618506200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/415690711662393595/posts/default/34451217618506200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/415690711662393595/posts/default/34451217618506200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midnitemonologues.blogspot.com/2009/09/welcome-fall.html' title='Welcome Fall...'/><author><name>Kasey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00897429664835979064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nG5wpdxXqiM/TVR7dwjBIoI/AAAAAAAAALU/17rpTdYs9Ag/s220/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FqikHtlCJVU/SrgkqA-fh7I/AAAAAAAAAE0/vbBZsQb4AgY/s72-c/autumn-9486.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-415690711662393595.post-5986014123536184703</id><published>2009-09-18T12:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T17:51:33.294-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cancer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FqikHtlCJVU/SrPeCk7Dy-I/AAAAAAAAAEk/BJXyX458TiM/s1600-h/bible_light.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382890115490368482" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FqikHtlCJVU/SrPeCk7Dy-I/AAAAAAAAAEk/BJXyX458TiM/s200/bible_light.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;Cancer of any kind is really awful. I think pretty much everyone can agree to that. But what I want to talk about today is "spiritual" cancer. Have you ever been in a negative situation/relationship with someone or several people perhaps that you can't get out of? For example, a work environment, family, etc. I feel that these types of situations are very cancerous to the core of us as humans, cancerous to our souls even. At times I find myself thinking, what can I do? How much of me is this cancer going to consume? Sometimes I can just feel the blackness surrounding me inside and outside. Do you ever get that sinking feeling? It's awful...you feel helpless, as if you are drowning on the inside. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But friends, thank the Good Lord for His Word. It is times like these that I really have to dive into God's word and seek His magnificent Face. I thank the Lord that He loves me. I certainly do not understand how people that don't know the Lord get through times like these. I don't know what I'd do with out scriptures like this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"He will command His angels concerning you to guard you in all your ways." Psalm 91:10&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"They will lift you up in their hands, so that you will not strike your foot against a stone." Psalm 91:12&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Because he loves Me" says the Lord, "I will rescue him; I will protect him for he acknowleges my name. He will call upon Me, and I will answer him; I will be with him in trouble, I will deliver him and honor him." Psalm 91:1 &amp;amp; Psalm 91:14-15&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I thank the Lord for His Word, and His protection, and His love for me. As hard as this cancer is to me, I find myself reading scriptures such as these, over and over and over. And slowly...but surely...the cancer is forced to retreat! Hallelujah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love you my dear friends, and may these words be a blessing to you in times of strife as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xoxo - &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kasey&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/415690711662393595-5986014123536184703?l=midnitemonologues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midnitemonologues.blogspot.com/feeds/5986014123536184703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=415690711662393595&amp;postID=5986014123536184703' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/415690711662393595/posts/default/5986014123536184703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/415690711662393595/posts/default/5986014123536184703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midnitemonologues.blogspot.com/2009/09/cancer.html' title='Cancer'/><author><name>Kasey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00897429664835979064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nG5wpdxXqiM/TVR7dwjBIoI/AAAAAAAAALU/17rpTdYs9Ag/s220/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FqikHtlCJVU/SrPeCk7Dy-I/AAAAAAAAAEk/BJXyX458TiM/s72-c/bible_light.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-415690711662393595.post-1516141793705072277</id><published>2009-09-14T19:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T20:20:39.185-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CLASS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FqikHtlCJVU/Sq8Hjdh6EFI/AAAAAAAAAEc/hxrwBrAFFKE/s1600-h/taylor_swift03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 160px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381528385534693458" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FqikHtlCJVU/Sq8Hjdh6EFI/AAAAAAAAAEc/hxrwBrAFFKE/s200/taylor_swift03.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;Friends...I believe that I have just witnessed one of the best displays of CLASS this year...perhaps several years even. When I saw what &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kanye&lt;/span&gt; West did to Taylor Swift at the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;VMA&lt;/span&gt; music awards, I was SHOCKED (well considering the source...maybe not so shocked...but still)! Artist to Artist - UNBELIEVABLE...&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;inconceivable&lt;/span&gt; - her one moment for that award - STOLEN! Now...if that isn't racist...I don't know what is...but...let me not go towards that point of contention. How Taylor handled it (during and after) has been one of the most classiest things I've witnessed in a LONG time and from such a young person! To further the class...Beyonce gave Taylor back what she could of Taylor's "moment" (and congratulations to Beyonce for Video of the YEAR)! What an awesome and admirable thing for Beyonce to do...and I believe she's always handled herself with class. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These people are the ones our children look up to. These people hold our nation's youth "captive" for lack of a better word...everyone is into the "he said, she said" pop culture and all that...I will say now...I will NEVER buy a CD or anything for that matter from Kanye West. I cannot support such vile disrespect for any human being - and what a TERRIBLE example for our children...shame, shame, shame on you Kanye! I will continue to support the actors/actresses and singers/songwriters that continue to act with class. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And yes...just to be prudent, I am glad that Kanye apologized...via his blog and reportedly to Taylor's mother...but...I'm just not sure that I believe the sincerety of that apology...that is only my opinion...we shall see what Kanye proves to be true of his character in the future. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And now...I leave you with the 2009 VMA's BEST FEMALE VIDEO - and it is dang good! Go Taylor!! See the video here: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/&lt;/a&gt; - and type in &lt;em&gt;Taylor Swift You Belong With Me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And to see just how classy Beyonce was go to &lt;a href="http://www.mtv.com/"&gt;http://www.mtv.com/&lt;/a&gt; and look for the clip of her win.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xoxo - &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kasey&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/415690711662393595-1516141793705072277?l=midnitemonologues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midnitemonologues.blogspot.com/feeds/1516141793705072277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=415690711662393595&amp;postID=1516141793705072277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/415690711662393595/posts/default/1516141793705072277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/415690711662393595/posts/default/1516141793705072277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midnitemonologues.blogspot.com/2009/09/class.html' title='CLASS'/><author><name>Kasey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00897429664835979064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nG5wpdxXqiM/TVR7dwjBIoI/AAAAAAAAALU/17rpTdYs9Ag/s220/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FqikHtlCJVU/Sq8Hjdh6EFI/AAAAAAAAAEc/hxrwBrAFFKE/s72-c/taylor_swift03.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-415690711662393595.post-2934879378470995600</id><published>2009-09-08T11:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T12:14:53.452-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Gift of Smell: Often takes me back in time...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FqikHtlCJVU/SqatEeYqNHI/AAAAAAAAAEU/HE9Y3iCB0fU/s1600-h/forest.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 134px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379177097328211058" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FqikHtlCJVU/SqatEeYqNHI/AAAAAAAAAEU/HE9Y3iCB0fU/s200/forest.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday, it was an absolutely gorgeous Labor Day holiday and Jim and I took the C's to Freedom Park. It really was a delightful afternoon - the park was abuzz with families walking, children playing, dogs and their owners walking...and the weather...ahh...picture perfect! As we were walking along one of the trails across the bridge...a strange...yet familiar scent rolled through the air. I took a deep breath and just shut my eyes and enjoyed the lingering nostalgic moment. It was the scent of wild honeysuckle vines, and pine sap from the trees hidden deep within the woods there. It also held notes of fresh dirt, ready to be run through...it even seemed to hold the crisp notes of autumn drifting in the air. As I inhaled this glorious scent...I was taken back to a certain time in my life. My memories ambled back to my Jr. High School days and I was with my brother wandering like we had all the time in the world through this old man's pasture back behind our neighborhood; my brother and I called it "Paradise". It was a wooded pasture with cows and bulls (that ended up chasing us one day...but that's another story entirely)...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What a wonderful moment for me. I relished my time with my family yesterday at the park, and was so thankful for the gift of scent...and the memories that come rushing back when I smell something familiar. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How about you? Do you have any favorite scents that bring back certain memories?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;xoxo&lt;/span&gt; -&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kasey&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/415690711662393595-2934879378470995600?l=midnitemonologues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midnitemonologues.blogspot.com/feeds/2934879378470995600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=415690711662393595&amp;postID=2934879378470995600' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/415690711662393595/posts/default/2934879378470995600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/415690711662393595/posts/default/2934879378470995600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midnitemonologues.blogspot.com/2009/09/gift-of-smell-often-takes-me-back-in.html' title='The Gift of Smell: Often takes me back in time...'/><author><name>Kasey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00897429664835979064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nG5wpdxXqiM/TVR7dwjBIoI/AAAAAAAAALU/17rpTdYs9Ag/s220/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FqikHtlCJVU/SqatEeYqNHI/AAAAAAAAAEU/HE9Y3iCB0fU/s72-c/forest.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-415690711662393595.post-2827859564366683634</id><published>2009-09-04T14:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T15:25:34.687-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Labor Day: Triumph in American History</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FqikHtlCJVU/SqGSclctEoI/AAAAAAAAAEE/l3vXRC7XT10/s1600-h/laborday_gallery3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377740449843581570" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FqikHtlCJVU/SqGSclctEoI/AAAAAAAAAEE/l3vXRC7XT10/s200/laborday_gallery3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ahhh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;...Labor Day, the last, long summer weekend before fall. We all come to look forward to this weekend...it gives most of us an extra long weekend...but...do you really know the history of this historic, triumphant holiday?&lt;br /&gt;As the Industrial Revolution swept over our great nation, the average American worked 12-hour days, 7 days a week, back in the late 1800's. That much &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;hard work &lt;/span&gt;only provided a basic living. This was a time in which child labor laws were not &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;strictly&lt;/span&gt; enforced and children were even working, providing cheap labor to employers.&lt;br /&gt;Because of these &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;ridiculous&lt;/span&gt; hours and terrible working conditions, American unions rose up and became more prominent demanding a better way of life. Tuesday September 5, 1882, 10,000 American workers held the first ever Labor Day parade, they marched from city hall to Union Square in NYC. Those who participated took and unpaid day off to voice their issues with employers and honor American workers. As time went by, more states began to hold parades such as these, but Congress did not pass it as a legal holiday until 1894.&lt;br /&gt;On May 11, 1894 Pullman Palace Car Co. workers in Chicago went on strike to protest wage cuts and the firing of union representatives. They looked to their union leader, Eugene V. Debs and on June 26, a boycott on all Pullman railway cars was issued by the American Railroad Union. Not even a week had passed before 50,000 workers complied and all traffic out of Chicago ceased. President Grover Cleveland dispatched troops to Chicago on July 4. The government's actions destroyed the strike and the boycott soon caved in, but only after much bloodshed and rebellion. Because they had disobeyed the injunction, Eugene Debs and three other union officials served jail time. Nonetheless, this strike brought workers &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;rights&lt;/span&gt; to the public eye and Congress declared that the first Monday in September would be a holiday for the American workers, this is the day we now call Labor Day. How brave these men were and what an impact they made on our nation!&lt;br /&gt;So as you celebrate this weekend and enjoy a nice day off of work, remember to also celebrate and appreciate the value and dignity of work and its role in our American way of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;xoxo&lt;/span&gt; -&lt;br /&gt;Kasey&lt;br /&gt;p.s. the photo pictured is a girl in a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Cherryville&lt;/span&gt; Mill, located in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Cherryville&lt;/span&gt;, NC. taken by photographer Lewis &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hine&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/415690711662393595-2827859564366683634?l=midnitemonologues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midnitemonologues.blogspot.com/feeds/2827859564366683634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=415690711662393595&amp;postID=2827859564366683634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/415690711662393595/posts/default/2827859564366683634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/415690711662393595/posts/default/2827859564366683634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midnitemonologues.blogspot.com/2009/09/labor-day-triumph-in-american-history.html' title='Labor Day: Triumph in American History'/><author><name>Kasey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00897429664835979064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nG5wpdxXqiM/TVR7dwjBIoI/AAAAAAAAALU/17rpTdYs9Ag/s220/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FqikHtlCJVU/SqGSclctEoI/AAAAAAAAAEE/l3vXRC7XT10/s72-c/laborday_gallery3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-415690711662393595.post-1128550640063446360</id><published>2009-08-30T14:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T14:38:09.611-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sand and Surf</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FqikHtlCJVU/SprxFtgLWgI/AAAAAAAAAD8/fe7_xVnBNL8/s1600-h/EastBeach2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375874185636305410" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FqikHtlCJVU/SprxFtgLWgI/AAAAAAAAAD8/fe7_xVnBNL8/s200/EastBeach2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;Mmmm...my toes sure do love some sand and surf - let me tell you! Actually, my whole body seems to be drawn to it like a magnet. We arrived at the beach, me the C's and 5 other moms and their beloved kiddos. We are having a blast...needess to say we had a very nice, long nap today...the C's and I did anyway...now a good friend of ours is cooking a delicious Mexican dinner for us tonight and we will enjoy some more sand and surf later this evening...ahh...in the great words of Frank Sinatra, this is "the good life".xoxo -Kasey &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/415690711662393595-1128550640063446360?l=midnitemonologues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midnitemonologues.blogspot.com/feeds/1128550640063446360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=415690711662393595&amp;postID=1128550640063446360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/415690711662393595/posts/default/1128550640063446360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/415690711662393595/posts/default/1128550640063446360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midnitemonologues.blogspot.com/2009/08/sand-and-surf_30.html' title='Sand and Surf'/><author><name>Kasey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00897429664835979064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nG5wpdxXqiM/TVR7dwjBIoI/AAAAAAAAALU/17rpTdYs9Ag/s220/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FqikHtlCJVU/SprxFtgLWgI/AAAAAAAAAD8/fe7_xVnBNL8/s72-c/EastBeach2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-415690711662393595.post-1997841944918221801</id><published>2009-08-28T12:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T14:29:42.053-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rose Colored Glasses: Take 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FqikHtlCJVU/Spg0H1Tn3mI/AAAAAAAAAD0/5Ul24WrBR9Q/s1600-h/through-rose-colored-glasses.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375103464439799394" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FqikHtlCJVU/Spg0H1Tn3mI/AAAAAAAAAD0/5Ul24WrBR9Q/s200/through-rose-colored-glasses.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I'm either out of my mind...or living through rose colored glasses. One week from today, I'll know which one...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Months ago, I made plans to go on a beach trip with some of my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;mommie&lt;/span&gt; friends and their kiddos. Yes, you read that right. Just us and our kiddos. Actually, as it has been quickly approaching, I find myself getting butterflies in my stomach and feeling quite giddy...excited even. I keep imagining my babies playing in the sand and surf...building sand castles, chasing sand crabs, finding seashells together...ahh...I just love my rose colored glasses...they are so much fun to wear. When I take them off...well...I'm just not going to do that...not right now anyways.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There now...where was I...oh yes...sugarplums dancing and nothing but smiles and laughter - yes...that's it. (smile)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Friends, I will try to post over this little respite...not sure if I will be able to or not...there may just be too much laughter and sand...but hey, that's what memories are made of, right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;xoxo&lt;/span&gt; -&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kasey&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p.s. Oh yes...by the way...if you'll notice...the title of this post is "Rose Colored Glasses: Take 1", that's because...I really, really, really enjoy wearing them...and I'm sure I'll have a lifetime more of them to post - it'll be fun to count along! ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p.p.s.  Do YOU ever wear rose colored glasses too?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/415690711662393595-1997841944918221801?l=midnitemonologues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midnitemonologues.blogspot.com/feeds/1997841944918221801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=415690711662393595&amp;postID=1997841944918221801' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/415690711662393595/posts/default/1997841944918221801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/415690711662393595/posts/default/1997841944918221801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midnitemonologues.blogspot.com/2009/08/rose-colored-glasses-take-1.html' title='Rose Colored Glasses: Take 1'/><author><name>Kasey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00897429664835979064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nG5wpdxXqiM/TVR7dwjBIoI/AAAAAAAAALU/17rpTdYs9Ag/s220/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FqikHtlCJVU/Spg0H1Tn3mI/AAAAAAAAAD0/5Ul24WrBR9Q/s72-c/through-rose-colored-glasses.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-415690711662393595.post-5883606102604691719</id><published>2009-08-26T16:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T17:17:01.984-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Magic</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FqikHtlCJVU/SpXQCVo3b4I/AAAAAAAAADs/jX4sfhp25so/s1600-h/summer_magic_ster4025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 190px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374430468923420546" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FqikHtlCJVU/SpXQCVo3b4I/AAAAAAAAADs/jX4sfhp25so/s200/summer_magic_ster4025.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;My mother is the one who cultivated my love of old hollywood movies, and I'm so thankful! Thanks , Mom! &lt;em&gt;Summer Magic&lt;/em&gt;, with Hayley Mills is a favorite of mine. It was a musical, and there were so many GREAT songs in it. The one I like the most and remember best, was sung by Burl Ives called "On the Front Porch". In the movie, they are all sitting outside on a gorgeous summer night, listening to Burl play the guitar and sing...he sings of summer love, fire flies flickin', squeaky rocking chairs and lingering on the front porch with his love when the day is through. On summer nights I always think of this song. One I own and will enjoy with my babies...I highly recommend it! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enjoy my friends...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xoxo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kasey&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-2e5e754850025003" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v5.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D2e5e754850025003%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329939906%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1D7AC48CD622DF741954321692B49F323F976458.738808B139C7F3C86648CEE561D4B70BEDE08334%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D2e5e754850025003%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dxb65XvQJ8rfhLeiMW8wUkkw3fvM&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v5.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D2e5e754850025003%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329939906%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1D7AC48CD622DF741954321692B49F323F976458.738808B139C7F3C86648CEE561D4B70BEDE08334%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D2e5e754850025003%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dxb65XvQJ8rfhLeiMW8wUkkw3fvM&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/415690711662393595-5883606102604691719?l=midnitemonologues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=2e5e754850025003&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midnitemonologues.blogspot.com/feeds/5883606102604691719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=415690711662393595&amp;postID=5883606102604691719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/415690711662393595/posts/default/5883606102604691719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/415690711662393595/posts/default/5883606102604691719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midnitemonologues.blogspot.com/2009/08/summer-magic.html' title='Summer Magic'/><author><name>Kasey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00897429664835979064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nG5wpdxXqiM/TVR7dwjBIoI/AAAAAAAAALU/17rpTdYs9Ag/s220/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FqikHtlCJVU/SpXQCVo3b4I/AAAAAAAAADs/jX4sfhp25so/s72-c/summer_magic_ster4025.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-415690711662393595.post-2398131776337914396</id><published>2009-08-22T07:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T15:52:18.042-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Moon River: Audrey Hepburn Style</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FqikHtlCJVU/SpAO9H_rJeI/AAAAAAAAADk/TteoTMKuRXQ/s1600-h/audrey_hepburn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 194px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372810798733927906" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FqikHtlCJVU/SpAO9H_rJeI/AAAAAAAAADk/TteoTMKuRXQ/s200/audrey_hepburn.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, so yes, I'll admit it...I absolutely&lt;strong&gt; adore&lt;/strong&gt; old Hollywood! I love the movies, the actors/actresses, the songs, the styles...everything! So yes...Madonna's song &lt;em&gt;Vogue&lt;/em&gt;...from back in my "hay day" was one of my favorite songs.&lt;br /&gt;Audrey Hepburn is one of my all time favorite actresses from that era, not only because she was a great actress...but I just believe she was a down to earth, humble, sweet &amp;amp; caring lady who constantly gave of herself. God gave her a talent, she used it to the best of her ability and she was a blessing to the many people she crossed paths with. Following her war-time experiences, she developed an affinity for humanitarian work. She began work with &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;UNICEF&lt;/span&gt; in the 1950's and later in her life, she dedicated much of her time/life to it's cause. She herself worked in some of the poorest and most &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;underprivileged&lt;/span&gt; areas of Asia, Africa and South America. I find that amazing!!  What a great person to look up to...one of her most inspiring quotes in my opinion is, &lt;em&gt;"Remember, if you ever need a helping hand, it's at the end of your arm, as you get older, remember you have another hand: The first is to help yourself, the second is to help others."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Audrey used her second had quite alot throughout her delightful life...&lt;br /&gt;I aspire to be just like that...and hope that my children will also see the beauty in helping others and follow suit as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Breakfast at Tiffany's&lt;/em&gt; is probably my most favorite movie of hers, &lt;em&gt;My Fair Lady&lt;/em&gt; is a close second. In &lt;em&gt;Breafast at Tiffany's&lt;/em&gt; she sings a song that has become another of my most treasured lullaby's for my babies. I sing it to them often, and they love it...Cristian always requests it...I hope Carmen will too one day...right now she'll sing along to parts of it with me..."my Huckleberry Friend"...I love to hear her sing that part.&lt;br /&gt;On that note dear friends, I leave you with Audrey in &lt;em&gt;Breakfast at Tiffany's&lt;/em&gt; singing Henry Mancini's, &lt;em&gt;Moon River&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;xoxo -&lt;br /&gt;Kasey&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-6e55e2c3c573e817" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v3.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D6e55e2c3c573e817%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329939906%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D28FC9E8CB1C1332631606E2657BD6E94B45EF416.3A06EF5946803026ED284429463C4B27B5417D58%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D6e55e2c3c573e817%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DW4x0uyz6khkGLlfQ5AUii3Lxwv0&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v3.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D6e55e2c3c573e817%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329939906%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D28FC9E8CB1C1332631606E2657BD6E94B45EF416.3A06EF5946803026ED284429463C4B27B5417D58%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D6e55e2c3c573e817%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DW4x0uyz6khkGLlfQ5AUii3Lxwv0&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/415690711662393595-2398131776337914396?l=midnitemonologues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=6e55e2c3c573e817&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midnitemonologues.blogspot.com/feeds/2398131776337914396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=415690711662393595&amp;postID=2398131776337914396' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/415690711662393595/posts/default/2398131776337914396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/415690711662393595/posts/default/2398131776337914396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midnitemonologues.blogspot.com/2009/08/moon-river-audrey-hepburn-style.html' title='Moon River: Audrey Hepburn Style'/><author><name>Kasey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00897429664835979064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nG5wpdxXqiM/TVR7dwjBIoI/AAAAAAAAALU/17rpTdYs9Ag/s220/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FqikHtlCJVU/SpAO9H_rJeI/AAAAAAAAADk/TteoTMKuRXQ/s72-c/audrey_hepburn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-415690711662393595.post-2920464231130267311</id><published>2009-08-20T15:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T07:06:20.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Little Clown</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FqikHtlCJVU/So3NSAJVRlI/AAAAAAAAADc/09v5YxX-Xy4/s1600-h/cristianclown.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 134px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372175639683352146" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FqikHtlCJVU/So3NSAJVRlI/AAAAAAAAADc/09v5YxX-Xy4/s200/cristianclown.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, there he is...my little clown, my little man...the one who has captured my heart. Those blue eyes...that sweet smile...looking up telling me through those insanely thick, long lashes saying "I love you mommy" ...and then I hear a rustle in the background and SMACK! He's whacked Carmen with his blanket (or whatever at that point to make her scream)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Ha ha&lt;/span&gt;! Yes, he is that charming little fellow with the "halo" over his head &lt;em&gt;most&lt;/em&gt; of the time...and he and Carmen adore each other...but of course, at times...those little "horns" sprout on occasion.&lt;br /&gt;My precious angel just turned 4 and we had such a grand time at his celebration! The Lord blessed us with a beautiful,&lt;em&gt; dry &lt;/em&gt;day...it rained aplenty the day before and the day after his sweet little party. I cannot believe how quickly time goes by...especially when you are an adult...geesh...that makes me sound so old...&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Anyhoo&lt;/span&gt; - I love to watch my son grow and learn things daily...he has quite the imagination and quite a zest for life. I love to see his take on the world and how he reacts to certain things. He has the love for wildlife that his Maw-Maw has, he also LOVES music, like his Paw-Paw, Mommy and Daddy. Most everything he does is JUST like his father...it's truly amazing! Mind-boggling actually...I've seen that boy follow right behind his daddy while mowing the entire lawn...the entire time...while pulling his little John Deere mower behind him. Every Saturday...he exclaims with sheer delight, "Daddy, can we mow the grass today...and weed-whack? Can we...please?" Jim just chuckles and says "Of course"...and then we look at each other wondering if he will feel the same way in 10 years when he's the one in charge of doing the yard work and not daddy...&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hee&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hee&lt;/span&gt;. Yes, he is a miracle, and I love him dearly - and am thankful for the love and humor that he brings to my heart on a daily basis. I love you, Cristian!&lt;br /&gt;xoxo -&lt;br /&gt;Kasey&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/415690711662393595-2920464231130267311?l=midnitemonologues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midnitemonologues.blogspot.com/feeds/2920464231130267311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=415690711662393595&amp;postID=2920464231130267311' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/415690711662393595/posts/default/2920464231130267311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/415690711662393595/posts/default/2920464231130267311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midnitemonologues.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-little-clown.html' title='My Little Clown'/><author><name>Kasey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00897429664835979064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nG5wpdxXqiM/TVR7dwjBIoI/AAAAAAAAALU/17rpTdYs9Ag/s220/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FqikHtlCJVU/So3NSAJVRlI/AAAAAAAAADc/09v5YxX-Xy4/s72-c/cristianclown.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-415690711662393595.post-3902690862761135136</id><published>2009-08-18T18:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T18:39:13.922-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Wine"-ding Down...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FqikHtlCJVU/SotXVQyoLfI/AAAAAAAAADU/iX55jFIQWM0/s1600-h/red-wine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371483003365633522" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FqikHtlCJVU/SotXVQyoLfI/AAAAAAAAADU/iX55jFIQWM0/s200/red-wine.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;Ahhh...how sweet it is; the kiddos are in bed...I'm sitting in front of the 'puter, typing away with one hand...glass of vino in the other. There's nothing like a good ole glass of red to relax with and "wine"-down with. I mean, seriously...I'm getting my "fruit" food group in for the day, while helping my heart out - according to my doctor...&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; relaxing at the same time! Talk about multi-tasking...I think I'm pretty good at this! (smile) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also enjoy going over to a friends house, or meeting up at a restaurant and enjoying a glass of wine that way too...oh, and there's the boat - we love to join Jim's folks out on a sunset cruise and enjoy a glass there too...there are just so many ways to enjoy a glass of wine. And there is such comraderie amongst us wine connoisseurs. We love to sit around, sniffing at our glasses and swirling the wonderful contents around...okay...maybe that's just me...NOT - ha ha! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I toast you my friends, and wish you an enjoyable evening! Good night!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now if I could just find a good cigar around here...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xoxo -&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kasey&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/415690711662393595-3902690862761135136?l=midnitemonologues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midnitemonologues.blogspot.com/feeds/3902690862761135136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=415690711662393595&amp;postID=3902690862761135136' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/415690711662393595/posts/default/3902690862761135136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/415690711662393595/posts/default/3902690862761135136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midnitemonologues.blogspot.com/2009/08/wine-ding-down.html' title='&quot;Wine&quot;-ding Down...'/><author><name>Kasey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00897429664835979064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nG5wpdxXqiM/TVR7dwjBIoI/AAAAAAAAALU/17rpTdYs9Ag/s220/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FqikHtlCJVU/SotXVQyoLfI/AAAAAAAAADU/iX55jFIQWM0/s72-c/red-wine.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-415690711662393595.post-4566779063352990435</id><published>2009-08-17T12:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T13:10:30.609-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Simple Beauty: Hummingbirds</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FqikHtlCJVU/Som3qcTCKeI/AAAAAAAAADM/Shocv9OUvbs/s1600-h/hummingbird.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371025970394442210" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FqikHtlCJVU/Som3qcTCKeI/AAAAAAAAADM/Shocv9OUvbs/s200/hummingbird.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There is &lt;em&gt;almost &lt;/em&gt;nothing I look forward to more in the spring, summer and early fall months as my little Hummingbirds. I really cannot get enough of these charming little birds. I have two feeders for them at my house, one in the front and one in the back. They are very territorial , these little winged creatures...and all day long, they chase each other from one feeder to the other. I did actually catch a glimpse of two sitting and feeding at the same time the other day - it was marvelous! They are just the tiniest, most delightful little feathered characters. And yes - they are FULL of character!! Yesterday, I had actually needed to refill their feeder and was sitting out on my back porch reading a magazine...and one little fellow flew up to me and started chirping, as if to say "Hello...why are you just sitting there when we need to be fed"!?!?!? It was really a wonderful moment for me...I realized that he knew that I was looking out for him and taking care of him in the way of nourishment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hummingbirds are symbols of peace, love, happiness and accomplishing that which seems impossible while teaching the miracle of joyful living and finding happiness in our own life 's circumstances. There is something about their many colors that is just beautiful in my eyes; the purples, reds, greens, blues...just watching them from my window or porch brings me a feeling of happiness and inspiration...it's really hard to describe the effect these little birds have on me. Yes, I certainly do adore these sweet little birds, and they bring me much joy. Thankfully, I get to enjoy them for a few months more...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now...I'm off to sit on my back porch and take in the chase of the day! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;xoxo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; -&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kasey&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/415690711662393595-4566779063352990435?l=midnitemonologues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midnitemonologues.blogspot.com/feeds/4566779063352990435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=415690711662393595&amp;postID=4566779063352990435' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/415690711662393595/posts/default/4566779063352990435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/415690711662393595/posts/default/4566779063352990435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midnitemonologues.blogspot.com/2009/08/simple-beauty-hummingbirds.html' title='Simple Beauty: Hummingbirds'/><author><name>Kasey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00897429664835979064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nG5wpdxXqiM/TVR7dwjBIoI/AAAAAAAAALU/17rpTdYs9Ag/s220/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FqikHtlCJVU/Som3qcTCKeI/AAAAAAAAADM/Shocv9OUvbs/s72-c/hummingbird.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-415690711662393595.post-1652986450639720622</id><published>2009-08-16T10:33:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T10:44:05.127-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What's a Mother To Do?</title><content type='html'>Famous words from my Grandma, "What's a Mother to do"?...when she says it...I always have to laugh because she says it in jest about silly things that happen from day to day. I find myself repeating that same adage over and over sometimes when things are crazy around here and it brings a smile to my face as I think of my darling Grandma and what she means to me.&lt;br /&gt;Of late...the past 3 days to be exact - I was with out the internet! OH THE HORROR!! I can laugh at that now...because NEVER in my life would I expect that I do SO much online...email...facebook...this blog...just to name a few. As time goes on and technology gets more and more advanced...I sit and think to myself..."what's a mother to do"? We are pulled in so many directions these days.&lt;br /&gt;It was nice in the fact that I got a few more things around the house done...but...being without the internet...was very odd. I felt so disconnected. All is better now...the "Cable man" came and got us fixed up...for now...hee hee. Glad to be back on and able to be "connected". Missed y'all!&lt;br /&gt;Well..."what this mother is about to do" is go take a Sunday afternoon nappy-pooh while the rest of the house sleeps.&lt;br /&gt;Good day, friends! (as Paul Harvey would say)&lt;br /&gt;xoxo -&lt;br /&gt;Kasey&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/415690711662393595-1652986450639720622?l=midnitemonologues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midnitemonologues.blogspot.com/feeds/1652986450639720622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=415690711662393595&amp;postID=1652986450639720622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/415690711662393595/posts/default/1652986450639720622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/415690711662393595/posts/default/1652986450639720622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midnitemonologues.blogspot.com/2009/08/whats-mother-to-do_16.html' title='What&apos;s a Mother To Do?'/><author><name>Kasey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00897429664835979064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nG5wpdxXqiM/TVR7dwjBIoI/AAAAAAAAALU/17rpTdYs9Ag/s220/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-415690711662393595.post-2208317944434356214</id><published>2009-08-11T17:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T18:47:12.619-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Country Roads by John Denver</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FqikHtlCJVU/SoIXm0S0StI/AAAAAAAAADE/HkAnV41LkYE/s1600-h/johndenver.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368879661419088594" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FqikHtlCJVU/SoIXm0S0StI/AAAAAAAAADE/HkAnV41LkYE/s200/johndenver.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If there's anything I remember about my very first "camp" experience in the 5&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; grade at&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;Camp &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Tekoa&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;in the mountains of North Carolina, it's the song "Country Roads" by John Denver. I first heard it while sitting in a huge, old fashioned, wooden rocking chair on the porch of the log cabin "Cafeteria". Some of the camp counselors were rocking in their chairs singing it. And yes - it certainly was "music" to my ears. Somehow...my dad and I had missed that one (if you haven't yet read it; read my post on my father and I). Nonetheless, it was an &lt;strong&gt;instant&lt;/strong&gt; favorite for me...and if you know me...you know I am like a broken record with something I like, I wanted to hear nothing else but that song for the rest of the trip (I'm like that with restaurants, etc., I'll ALWAYS order the same thing because I love it)! Anyways, I remember having them sing it like 10 times in a row (just that day only - not counting ALL the other days I made them sing it that week) so that I could memorize it. I remember a pretty, brown eyed counselor, with curly brown hair saying to me, "we need to give the other kids a chance for their song"...then I started giving the other kids the "eye" so that they would suggest &lt;em&gt;Country Roads&lt;/em&gt; too...ha ha - good times! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There were so many other things that happened on that initial camping trip...ohh...I don't know...things like...waking up first thing in the morning to "grandaddy long leg" spiders ALL OVER ME and all over/in my sleeping bag (seriously, I was COVERED IN THEM - all of us campers were) that was the first night we camped out under a "tarp" - no closed or zippered tents there (the rest of the time we were in cabins)...and yes...that's where my phobia of spiders came from. Then, there was my very first kiss...or should I say "french kiss"...I had no idea what I was doing...yes...can you believe that...at &lt;em&gt;Camp &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Tekoa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; of all places - ha!! We were playing "truth or dare" the night we camped out and yes...I had my very first kiss with a very cute boy I only just met at camp that week. (Our counselors had fallen in love and were talking dreamily by the campfire, whilst we 5&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; graders were working on learning a few things of our own accord back under the "tarp"). And then I remember another friend that was in the boys cabin...he and I really hit it off because we both LOVED Frank Sinatra...(who the heck in 5&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; grade liked Frank Sinatra, or had even heard of him for that matter)??? So, &lt;strong&gt;of course&lt;/strong&gt;, we were instant buddies. We would be hiking through the woods...riding down the zip line singing, "Start spreading the news...I'm &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;leavin&lt;/span&gt; today...I wanna be a part of it NEW YORK, NEW YORK"...&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ahhh&lt;/span&gt; yes...I have such fabulous memories from that week...but...the most prominent is my discovery of John Denver and my all time favorite hit of his...&lt;em&gt;Country Roads&lt;/em&gt;...I actually sing it as a lullaby to my sweet angels every night before they go to bed...you should hear my son sing it with me...that sweet voice of his, "Mountain Mama...take me home...country roads"...with a lisp on the "s" at the end of the word "roads"...NOTHING more precious in the world to me!!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well...goodnight ladies...and I leave you with this video of my favorite lullaby...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;xoxo&lt;/span&gt; -&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kasey&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-ea0b9f281c79e26c" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v24.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dea0b9f281c79e26c%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329939906%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D8067B0ED2D402CC44EDD4610EA9E6D588A144CC6.717F4DA7F061C5CE35E636E25DF3C91871E8B5C9%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dea0b9f281c79e26c%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DPNCkMektiHHbeYR1cuD0sEbJhqg&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v24.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dea0b9f281c79e26c%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329939906%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D8067B0ED2D402CC44EDD4610EA9E6D588A144CC6.717F4DA7F061C5CE35E636E25DF3C91871E8B5C9%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dea0b9f281c79e26c%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DPNCkMektiHHbeYR1cuD0sEbJhqg&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/415690711662393595-2208317944434356214?l=midnitemonologues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=ea0b9f281c79e26c&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midnitemonologues.blogspot.com/feeds/2208317944434356214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=415690711662393595&amp;postID=2208317944434356214' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/415690711662393595/posts/default/2208317944434356214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/415690711662393595/posts/default/2208317944434356214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midnitemonologues.blogspot.com/2009/08/country-roads-by-john-denver.html' title='Country Roads by John Denver'/><author><name>Kasey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00897429664835979064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nG5wpdxXqiM/TVR7dwjBIoI/AAAAAAAAALU/17rpTdYs9Ag/s220/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FqikHtlCJVU/SoIXm0S0StI/AAAAAAAAADE/HkAnV41LkYE/s72-c/johndenver.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-415690711662393595.post-1378565746091312463</id><published>2009-08-10T17:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T17:35:05.071-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Daughter's Eyes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FqikHtlCJVU/SoIOIxpohfI/AAAAAAAAAC8/dZ1uirrYxQU/s1600-h/me%26carm.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368869249708754418" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FqikHtlCJVU/SoIOIxpohfI/AAAAAAAAAC8/dZ1uirrYxQU/s200/me%26carm.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Right now, my sweet little mini me is in here as I type and she is jumping off of Jim's briefcase (which is laying flat on the ground right next to me) and shouting "YAAAAY - High five mommie"! She is so funny - those bright, blue eyes - so full of life and happiness...that sweet smile and being so proud of herself for jumping so superbly and giving mommie "fives"! I just love looking at those little legs - very much like my own when I was her age. It's amazing to see just how far she has come in her little life...and I am so excited for where God will take her! Trust me though...I'm loving taking it slow...one day at a time...don't want to rush her growing process...as I've realized in her older brother, my darling son, Cristian's life...it goes by much too quickly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alas...I digress... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I simply love seeing my baby girl's reaction to different things, new things...the smell of a flower...a bird flying in the air; that's one thing she and I do often...not even realizing it. I'll just be driving in the car and I'm always spotting buzzards or hawks flying about or hiding in trees...scoping out the scene. I've even had friends that were riding in the car with me say, "you look up alot" every time I noticed a bird. And...every now and then, as I'm driving along, I'll hear - "bird mommie - look!! bird!!" - she is so cute, and then I realize...she is always looking towards the Heavens...much like me...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love seeing the world through her eyes...much comes back to me from my childhood...very good memories of being a little girl. Heck, I still feel like I just graduated from high school half the time...where has the time gone? I thank the Lord for my daughter...she is such a precious little being (and of course so is her older brother...he's another blog entirely)! (smile) I'm thankful for the memories she's given me and the many more we will make together!! I love you Carmen!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xoxo -&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kasey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/415690711662393595-1378565746091312463?l=midnitemonologues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midnitemonologues.blogspot.com/feeds/1378565746091312463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=415690711662393595&amp;postID=1378565746091312463' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/415690711662393595/posts/default/1378565746091312463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/415690711662393595/posts/default/1378565746091312463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midnitemonologues.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-daughters-eyes.html' title='My Daughter&apos;s Eyes'/><author><name>Kasey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00897429664835979064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nG5wpdxXqiM/TVR7dwjBIoI/AAAAAAAAALU/17rpTdYs9Ag/s220/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FqikHtlCJVU/SoIOIxpohfI/AAAAAAAAAC8/dZ1uirrYxQU/s72-c/me%26carm.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-415690711662393595.post-5799430626549046451</id><published>2009-08-08T15:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T18:26:04.808-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blessings</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FqikHtlCJVU/Sn4EbiczKqI/AAAAAAAAACU/zeFx9YekTsg/s1600-h/blessing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367732677022788258" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FqikHtlCJVU/Sn4EbiczKqI/AAAAAAAAACU/zeFx9YekTsg/s200/blessing.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;Hi Friends -&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today, during the kiddos &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;nap time&lt;/span&gt;, I had some time to ponder. I love pondering...&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hee&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hee&lt;/span&gt;...seriously though...just sitting back, enjoying silence and thinking...it's nice...refreshing even. During my "pondering" this afternoon, I began to consider the many things going on in my life...where I've been...where I'm going...and you know what? It hit me that I rarely recognize and reflect upon the many blessings God has bestowed upon me...and my friends and family. But yes, it's true...there have been many...and I'm so thankful for each of them and sometimes without meaning to...I take the blessings in my life for granted. The fact that I have fingers and can sit here and type this message to you is a blessing. The fact that I have eyes that can see the beauty in a warm sunny day, the fact that I can see my sweet angels from Heaven (my children)...is a blessing - &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;they&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; are blessings! There are so many people in this world that face such hardships, remember Helen Keller...what an amazing person - she was deaf and blind, yet, she considered herself blessed. She was an awesome author and political &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;enthusiast&lt;/span&gt; in her day. There are countless others like her, who didn't have things quite so easy as the rest of us, with the use of our 5 senses...and all of our limbs. Yet, they have made their mark in this world and God has used them divinely in one way or another. &lt;em&gt;They&lt;/em&gt; have been a blessing to others through their own livelihoods. As I type this today, and the rain falls &lt;em&gt;outside&lt;/em&gt; of my comfortable, dry home...I thank the Lord for his providence and blessings. I hope that you can take time out of your busy - or maybe not so busy, but blessed lives to count the many blessings you have too. And...I hope it leaves a smile on your face...and a tenderness lingering in your heart for a long, long time...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;xoxo&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kasey&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/415690711662393595-5799430626549046451?l=midnitemonologues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midnitemonologues.blogspot.com/feeds/5799430626549046451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=415690711662393595&amp;postID=5799430626549046451' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/415690711662393595/posts/default/5799430626549046451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/415690711662393595/posts/default/5799430626549046451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midnitemonologues.blogspot.com/2009/08/blessings.html' title='Blessings'/><author><name>Kasey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00897429664835979064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nG5wpdxXqiM/TVR7dwjBIoI/AAAAAAAAALU/17rpTdYs9Ag/s220/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FqikHtlCJVU/Sn4EbiczKqI/AAAAAAAAACU/zeFx9YekTsg/s72-c/blessing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-415690711662393595.post-9122245215181687416</id><published>2009-08-06T08:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T11:19:03.293-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pen and Paper</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FqikHtlCJVU/Snr4xX8_crI/AAAAAAAAACM/Ybi4J5pRxas/s1600-h/penandpaper.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366875433092477618" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FqikHtlCJVU/Snr4xX8_crI/AAAAAAAAACM/Ybi4J5pRxas/s200/penandpaper.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Aaahh&lt;/span&gt;...to me...there is just something uplifting about sitting down and hand-writing a note/letter. This is definitely an attribute I can thank my mother for, because I saw her do it so often as a child and she had my brother, sister and I writing thank you notes from early on...and I am so thankful she did!! There's nothing better {well not much... :)} than getting a nice note or card in the mail - isn't it just great?? I love sifting through the bills and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;ridiculous&lt;/span&gt; "junk" mail to find some handwritten note/card...it really just makes my day! I remember when I was in college, I used to LOVE to get letters from my grandma (and I knew she loved me when she would write to me, because she told me that she got to where she really "disliked" writing, she had written &lt;em&gt;so many&lt;/em&gt; letters to my grandfather and uncles when they were in different wars). My friend &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Meighan&lt;/span&gt; and I used to write letters to one another (we were at different colleges) and we would draw, color, you name it on the front and back of our envelopes...I remember once sending her an "under the sea" envelope...I had drawn all kinds of fish, bubbles, coral, etc. and colored the whole background "sea blue" - you could see absolutely no white on the outside of that large, standard white envelope. But...of course, the best part was on the inside...the handwritten, thought out sentiments that I had authored just for her. I loved it - that was really before computers and email were copious. I also remember during my time spent in Boston, getting letters from friends and boyfriends, I still have many of these letters saved today. I enjoy reading them every couple of years or so to remember what I was doing then and what was happening in my life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A couple of my friends are in the "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Stampin&lt;/span&gt; Up" business and I'm certainly an &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;aficionado&lt;/span&gt; of their cards - Hallmark has lost a lot of business from me since I found these awesome &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;card makers&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Stampin&lt;/span&gt; Up provides the stamps and my friends use their "creative" expertise to design beautiful, unique cards (my friend Brandy has made me my very own custom cards)! I recently discovered that my friend Sally does the same thing - you can view their blogs on my "blog list". :) And yes, I have them...cards for every occasion..get well, thinking of you, thank you, etc. - and just plain old stationary to boot!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So...yes...in short, I am a card/stationary junkie...my husband just sits and shakes his head when he sees my plethora of writing papers and cards...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;xoxo&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kasey&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/415690711662393595-9122245215181687416?l=midnitemonologues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midnitemonologues.blogspot.com/feeds/9122245215181687416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=415690711662393595&amp;postID=9122245215181687416' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/415690711662393595/posts/default/9122245215181687416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/415690711662393595/posts/default/9122245215181687416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midnitemonologues.blogspot.com/2009/08/pen-and-paper.html' title='Pen and Paper'/><author><name>Kasey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00897429664835979064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nG5wpdxXqiM/TVR7dwjBIoI/AAAAAAAAALU/17rpTdYs9Ag/s220/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FqikHtlCJVU/Snr4xX8_crI/AAAAAAAAACM/Ybi4J5pRxas/s72-c/penandpaper.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-415690711662393595.post-573632664082869847</id><published>2009-08-02T17:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T18:04:40.859-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Portrait of my Mother: American Wildlife</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FqikHtlCJVU/SnY0--9kH0I/AAAAAAAAAB8/PBjVxguObb4/s1600-h/womanandbird.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 100px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365534262716276546" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FqikHtlCJVU/SnY0--9kH0I/AAAAAAAAAB8/PBjVxguObb4/s200/womanandbird.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ever since I was a little girl, I remember my mother always bringing home some kind of hurt or wounded animal to care for...yes...you read that right...it was my mom...not me or my siblings. Usually it's the child bringing such creatures home...but in our family it was our mom. We were always excited and anxious to see how the healing process would go...and to learn about a new kind of animal. I really did enjoy that as a child and am glad my babies now get to be a part of that as well; my mother recently started volunteering for the ARC - Animal Rescue of the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Carolinas&lt;/span&gt;. It's an awesome network of folks dedicated to taking care of abandoned baby opossums to squirrels with broken legs and anything and everything in between...what healers they are! I have absolutely NO "healing" attributes...my mom stored all of those up for herself...&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hee&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hee&lt;/span&gt;...but what she did bless me (and my brother and sister) with was a love and compassion for animals of all sorts. We've had flying squirrels, raccoons (who've come back to our family's house and proudly shown us their own little families - yes - really!!), birds of different sorts, etc. I remember my dad even jumped on board (begrudgingly) and brought home two little black kittens that were about to be run over on the side of the road one night...we gave one away to a family friend and kept the other...he was the tiniest runt of a cat I've ever seen...we named him Eclipse, he stole our hearts. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nowadays my mom &amp;amp; dad's home is filled with &lt;em&gt;National Geographic&lt;/em&gt; magazines, &lt;em&gt;Wildlife&lt;/em&gt; magazine and &lt;em&gt;North Carolina Wildlife&lt;/em&gt; magazine. My mother's love of animals isn't just local. Several years ago, she actually got to go and work with some wolves up in Minnesota, that were being readied to return to the wild. I remember her excitement to be able to experience that &amp;amp; it has been one of the highlights of her life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Many of the animals my mom has worked with really seem to bond with my her...it's as if they can "feel" her caring and nurturing them back to health. Some have stayed around the house...or outside of the house as I mentioned above, it's as if they know it's a "safe haven" for them. I'll always thank my mother for showing me such graciousness and compassion for God's creatures. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;xoxo&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kasey &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/415690711662393595-573632664082869847?l=midnitemonologues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midnitemonologues.blogspot.com/feeds/573632664082869847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=415690711662393595&amp;postID=573632664082869847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/415690711662393595/posts/default/573632664082869847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/415690711662393595/posts/default/573632664082869847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midnitemonologues.blogspot.com/2009/08/portrait-of-my-mother-american-wildlife.html' title='Portrait of my Mother: American Wildlife'/><author><name>Kasey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00897429664835979064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nG5wpdxXqiM/TVR7dwjBIoI/AAAAAAAAALU/17rpTdYs9Ag/s220/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FqikHtlCJVU/SnY0--9kH0I/AAAAAAAAAB8/PBjVxguObb4/s72-c/womanandbird.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-415690711662393595.post-8117102199154994344</id><published>2009-07-31T18:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T07:36:30.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Musings: Jesus vs. Wind</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FqikHtlCJVU/SnOhiL7NS4I/AAAAAAAAAB0/Ng3racE81ng/s1600-h/wind.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 102px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364809189817142146" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FqikHtlCJVU/SnOhiL7NS4I/AAAAAAAAAB0/Ng3racE81ng/s200/wind.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today as I was sitting outside on my screened in porch perusing through a magazine, I noticed a certain scent floating through the air. Mmmm I thought to myself...rain is on the way. There's always that glorious smell before the storm hits - I love it...savor it even...nothing like the aroma of fresh rain. Right about that time I started noticing the wind was picking up... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been reading a book by Francine Rivers, "A Voice in the Wind", it's about a young Christian Jewish girl going through the time period where the Romans are killing all Jews and Christians. She is the only one left alive in her family, she is clearly left because the Lord has plans for her. She is a slave in an upper class Roman family and the only Christian living among Romans who believe in only their idols and she also lives among Jewish slaves that are not Christ believing. I am only about 100 pages into the book...but...many in the book keep referring to her "God" as "the unseen god". And then it hit me...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How do we "believe" in wind and air...we can't "see" it, though it is &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;obviously&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; there. We can't tangibly "touch" it...we can only "feel" it lightly brush against our skin or see the effects of it blowing the trees around...yet it is so easy for people to believe that the wind is actually there. As I watched those trees blowing in the wind today...I thought of my life...and other people's lives as Christians. I can truly "see" God's hand in my life. I feel His awesome presence. He inspires me, diciplines me, loves me...and is there for me throughout each and every high and low of my life. I see the ramifications of Jesus dying on that cross for me...I can &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;feel&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;it...I am so thankful that I am "forgiven"! We can't "see" Jesus today...but we have God's gift to us...the Bible...written by people before He came (the Old Testament)...and people who witnessed Jesus (the New Testament)...walked with Him...talked with Him (my favorites are John, Paul and James). What an amazing account of His life we have when you think about it. Christianity is the ONLY religion in which it's God sacrificed Himself for His people and was raised from the dead. I feel so blessed to be in "the know"...to feel this...to &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;know&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; this...even if only by faith...but what keeps my faith alive is the "seeing" of my everyday life...and the blessings that I have received in my life...but most of all...the dicipline that I go through in my life. I thank the Lord that I can see and feel His touch...His gentle whisper that comes to me in a sweet breeze...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xoxo -&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kasey&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/415690711662393595-8117102199154994344?l=midnitemonologues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midnitemonologues.blogspot.com/feeds/8117102199154994344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=415690711662393595&amp;postID=8117102199154994344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/415690711662393595/posts/default/8117102199154994344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/415690711662393595/posts/default/8117102199154994344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midnitemonologues.blogspot.com/2009/07/musings-jesus-vs-wind.html' title='Musings: Jesus vs. Wind'/><author><name>Kasey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00897429664835979064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nG5wpdxXqiM/TVR7dwjBIoI/AAAAAAAAALU/17rpTdYs9Ag/s220/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FqikHtlCJVU/SnOhiL7NS4I/AAAAAAAAAB0/Ng3racE81ng/s72-c/wind.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-415690711662393595.post-5264441892920414308</id><published>2009-07-30T10:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T14:08:47.689-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Women and Friendship</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FqikHtlCJVU/SnHkfcJDuyI/AAAAAAAAABs/in4AqbYGSVs/s1600-h/witches.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364319859956235042" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FqikHtlCJVU/SnHkfcJDuyI/AAAAAAAAABs/in4AqbYGSVs/s200/witches.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;I must say that at times I feel so very thankful to be a woman! I could be wrong...this is only my humble opinion...but..I feel that since women are "heart" driven, we really seem to connect on a deeper friendship level than perhaps men do. We are the "feelers"...the "question askers"...the "nurturers" in life. I laugh at it now...but...I remember at different times throughout my life, I'd just be babbling along...talking about the most trivial of things, and my mom with a smile on her face, just looks over at me and says, "you sure do talk alot"! It's funny really... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know that we women aren't all the same (that's what makes the world go round)...some of us are better listeners, nurturers, communicators, but, all-in-all, I feel that women "own" these things. Let's face it...when your baby is hurting...who do they come to first? And I LOVE that - but, I'm supposed to right (why, because I'm a woman)! :) Now, of course Men have their awesome points...but...this post is about us Women. I love having the friends that I have...the friendships that I have are all very different, and some are on different levels because of time, etc. But I must say...I feel so very lucky to have such awesome women in my life! I am so appreciative of the caring, thoughtful, great listening...(I could go on and on)... friends that God has blessed me with. I learn so much from y'all! It is so awesome being a woman! Looking through the "hourglass" of my life...I remember different friendships from throughout the years and think about the old saying, "a reason, a season, and a lifetime friend". It's really pretty neat when I think back about different situations in life that I have gone through, and how God put that certain friend in my life for a reason...and at other times, a season...and still others are my lifetime friends...I hold each of you so dearly in my heart and thank God for you daily! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I look forward to my relationship with my daughter and watching her grow through the trials and tribulations...the ups and the downs...the good times, and being there for her in whatever way she needs me...and seeing the wonderful women that God will place in her life...and she in theirs...to help out, give a listening ear, a crying shoulder...or just to "talk alot" and perhaps ease some sort of heartache or pain...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And now friends, I leave you with this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Friendship is the only cement that will ever hold the world together". -Woodrow Wilson&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xoxo - &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kasey&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/415690711662393595-5264441892920414308?l=midnitemonologues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midnitemonologues.blogspot.com/feeds/5264441892920414308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=415690711662393595&amp;postID=5264441892920414308' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/415690711662393595/posts/default/5264441892920414308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/415690711662393595/posts/default/5264441892920414308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midnitemonologues.blogspot.com/2009/07/women-and-friendship.html' title='Women and Friendship'/><author><name>Kasey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00897429664835979064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nG5wpdxXqiM/TVR7dwjBIoI/AAAAAAAAALU/17rpTdYs9Ag/s220/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FqikHtlCJVU/SnHkfcJDuyI/AAAAAAAAABs/in4AqbYGSVs/s72-c/witches.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-415690711662393595.post-7974230627331913890</id><published>2009-07-27T19:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T07:39:13.162-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Music: My Father in Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FqikHtlCJVU/Sm-aBYIlK-I/AAAAAAAAABk/w_4VJUdzDKA/s1600-h/Daddy_s-Little-Girl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 123px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363675029670538210" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FqikHtlCJVU/Sm-aBYIlK-I/AAAAAAAAABk/w_4VJUdzDKA/s200/Daddy_s-Little-Girl.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll tell you what...it's so awesome to be able to see great things about your parents that have been imprinted on you (sometimes there are not so great traits...but...this post is about the good ones). :) For as long as I can remember, my dad has LOVED music! His favorite kind of music is classic country...George Jones, Waylon Jennings, Johnny Cash, Dolly Parton, Alabama...the greats that really made Country music what it is today. I remember riding down along back country roads with him on the way to my grandma's house jamming out to "He Stopped Loving Her Today", by George Jones and "Dixieland Delight" by Alabama. We were always in some old truck of his - he also has a car/truck fetish - a new "old" one about every six mos.! (What can I say - he's a man)! ;) Today when I hear these songs, I recall delightful memories of riding with the windows down on sunny, hot summer days, &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;standing&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; in the seat next to him with my arm around his neck (yes, of course there were no seat belt laws back then) and just being so happy. I share his love of music these days and really enjoy listening to these songs because they really can lift my mood and take me back to sweet times shared with my dad. Nowadays, one of his hobbies is making CD's for everyone full of the hits and songs we grew up with. He's added to his repertoire Frank Sinatra, Sammy Davis Jr., Sam Cooke, and many other greats. I love just being able to say, "Dad - can you make me this cd - do you remember we used to listen to him/her all the time"? I think he gets a kick out of it. I hope to instill this same appreciation with my kiddos. Music is such an awesome gift...and it's one of those things that can bring back so many good memories. Today, my little sweeties are exposed to Kenny Chesney, Michael Bublee, of course the classic country that I grew up with, and lots more...I hope that they will have the good memories of riding together and being together as a family like I do and share the same love for music that my father and I share. And yes...sometimes I wish...they were able to &lt;em&gt;stand&lt;/em&gt; next to me and put their little arms around my neck too...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xoxo -&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kasey&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/415690711662393595-7974230627331913890?l=midnitemonologues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midnitemonologues.blogspot.com/feeds/7974230627331913890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=415690711662393595&amp;postID=7974230627331913890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/415690711662393595/posts/default/7974230627331913890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/415690711662393595/posts/default/7974230627331913890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midnitemonologues.blogspot.com/2009/07/music-my-father-in-me.html' title='Music: My Father in Me'/><author><name>Kasey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00897429664835979064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nG5wpdxXqiM/TVR7dwjBIoI/AAAAAAAAALU/17rpTdYs9Ag/s220/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FqikHtlCJVU/Sm-aBYIlK-I/AAAAAAAAABk/w_4VJUdzDKA/s72-c/Daddy_s-Little-Girl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-415690711662393595.post-3363028196904183028</id><published>2009-07-26T17:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T14:03:17.888-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Boats</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FqikHtlCJVU/Sm9ngFHfRUI/AAAAAAAAABU/k4qqcCS357k/s1600-h/boats_at_bronte_sunset.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363619482048611650" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FqikHtlCJVU/Sm9ngFHfRUI/AAAAAAAAABU/k4qqcCS357k/s200/boats_at_bronte_sunset.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Boats...vessels of freedom...harbors of healing...", Kenny Chesney's lyrics from the song "Boats". This quickly became one of my favorite songs...and what truth there is in these lyrics. Today as we were gliding along on Lake Norman, as I felt the breeze in my hair, I sat and looked out over the lake and what a feeling of freedom indeed! It was a gorgeous day, and I was able to sit back and close my eyes and just let the sunshine wash my ailments away. As we found a spot to drift in, I watched my children playing in the water with their daddy and also with their grandparents, and it seemed it had done them just as much good as it did me. Precious smiles from ear to ear...the hum of sweet baby laughter, genuine laughter, from the pits of their tiny bellies. There's nothing like that sound in the world...I just savor it! We don't often get to go on boat rides since we don't own a boat...but...perhaps that makes it a bit more special when we do get to go...we really just "soak" it up...&lt;br /&gt;xoxo -&lt;br /&gt;Kasey&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/415690711662393595-3363028196904183028?l=midnitemonologues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midnitemonologues.blogspot.com/feeds/3363028196904183028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=415690711662393595&amp;postID=3363028196904183028' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/415690711662393595/posts/default/3363028196904183028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/415690711662393595/posts/default/3363028196904183028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midnitemonologues.blogspot.com/2009/07/boats.html' title='Boats'/><author><name>Kasey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00897429664835979064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nG5wpdxXqiM/TVR7dwjBIoI/AAAAAAAAALU/17rpTdYs9Ag/s220/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FqikHtlCJVU/Sm9ngFHfRUI/AAAAAAAAABU/k4qqcCS357k/s72-c/boats_at_bronte_sunset.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-415690711662393595.post-3339280506325691990</id><published>2009-07-25T13:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T11:28:20.620-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Blast From the Past - Family Reunion 2009</title><content type='html'>Today I went to a family reunion on my Grandmother's side. She had 7 sisters - yes that is 8 girls!! My grandmother's mama died after her little sister Carrie Belle was born. My grandmother was only 3 at the time. I cannot imagine what my great grandfather must have gone through raising 8 girls - back in the mid 1920's. He was a very kind man, according to my grandmother and her older sisters helped him raise the younger ones (he did remarry some time after my great grandmother died). She has fond memories of her childhood - square dances, cooking, playing with her younger sister Carrie and the sister that was born right before her (her name was Mary, but everyone for as long as I can remember called her "Bob"...I knew her as Aunt Bob). Grandma told me of her memories of walking down the old dirt road from her house to go to "Uncle Russ's" general store and bring a big block of ice back to the house on hot days...picking cotton (which wasn't such a fond memory because it was so hot out and such hard work). I love to sit and hear the stories of my grandmother's childhood...it was such a different time and place back then, it's incredible how things have changed throughout her 84 years. I often think of how I would have loved to have lived back then with my grandma, and played, shared secrets and gone to square dances...we would have been the best of friends - we really are two peas in a pod!! She is such an inspiration to me...I love her so much. It was awesome to be able to be around all of my relatives from her lineage today. It's amazing to see the faces of children and grandchildren that look so much like each of their mothers and grandmothers...my grandmother's sisters. Genealogy is such a miraculous mystery to me. We've bid farewell to Sarah (the oldest whom they called Tick), Grace, Margaret (whom they called Mart), Kathryn (whom they called Kat), Mary (whom they called Bob)...but, we still have the sweet pleasure of hanging out with Virginia (whom they call Jinx), Wallace (my grandmother, whom they call Wat), and Carrie Belle - she just goes by Carrie these days. I feel so blessed to come from this family of strong, beautiful and most of all loving women!! I certainly had a wonderful time today and look forward to many more reunions such as this...a blast from the past, a peek into the present, and to see the faces of the future that will keep my grandmother and her sister's memories and stories alive...&lt;br /&gt;xoxo -&lt;br /&gt;Kasey&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/415690711662393595-3339280506325691990?l=midnitemonologues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midnitemonologues.blogspot.com/feeds/3339280506325691990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=415690711662393595&amp;postID=3339280506325691990' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/415690711662393595/posts/default/3339280506325691990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/415690711662393595/posts/default/3339280506325691990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midnitemonologues.blogspot.com/2009/07/blast-from-past-family-reunion-2009.html' title='A Blast From the Past - Family Reunion 2009'/><author><name>Kasey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00897429664835979064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nG5wpdxXqiM/TVR7dwjBIoI/AAAAAAAAALU/17rpTdYs9Ag/s220/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-415690711662393595.post-8093587707910371708</id><published>2009-07-24T18:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T14:04:36.465-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sand in the Hourglass</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FqikHtlCJVU/Sm9n38exCFI/AAAAAAAAABc/jhr-b3qVUsk/s1600-h/Hourglass1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 118px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363619892047186002" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FqikHtlCJVU/Sm9n38exCFI/AAAAAAAAABc/jhr-b3qVUsk/s200/Hourglass1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"The more sand that has escaped from the hourglass of our life, the clearer we should see through it." Niccolo Machiavelli&lt;br /&gt;As I read this today...I was thinking...yes...quite so - how profound. And then I began to wonder...is this true in everyone's case? Is it true in my case? I began to recollect old memories of decisions made in certain circumstances in my life's past and compared them to what I would do today. It is really quite amazing when you think of it...this rollercoaster we are on called "life". To think of the times in our lives, the people in our lives that have in ways, shaped our views and molded us as individuals. I began to think of times when I was seeing things through rose colored glasses...and the repercussions of such views. But, thankfully I can say, that through the "downs" of my particular rollercoaster that I have learned the lessons...some lessons took longer to grasp than others...but...nonetheless, I finally got it...and alas...there are lessons I am still trying to learn and understand. I find myself praying at times, "Lord, please...just let me get it...please let me figure out what you are trying to teach me NOW...I don't want this to be a long lesson". Even during such times, I am thankful enough to realize that there is something I am working towards and the Good Lord isn't finished with me yet. I am thankful that my hourglass seems pretty clear...the part that doesn't have the sand in it anymore...at least it's not fogged up.&lt;br /&gt;And then I begin to wonder...what color is the sand in my hourglass? Tan? Taupe? No...no...not at all...it simply &lt;em&gt;must&lt;/em&gt; be hot pink...&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight ladies!&lt;br /&gt;xoxo -&lt;br /&gt;Kasey&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/415690711662393595-8093587707910371708?l=midnitemonologues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midnitemonologues.blogspot.com/feeds/8093587707910371708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=415690711662393595&amp;postID=8093587707910371708' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/415690711662393595/posts/default/8093587707910371708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/415690711662393595/posts/default/8093587707910371708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midnitemonologues.blogspot.com/2009/07/sand-in-hourglass.html' title='Sand in the Hourglass'/><author><name>Kasey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00897429664835979064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nG5wpdxXqiM/TVR7dwjBIoI/AAAAAAAAALU/17rpTdYs9Ag/s220/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FqikHtlCJVU/Sm9n38exCFI/AAAAAAAAABc/jhr-b3qVUsk/s72-c/Hourglass1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-415690711662393595.post-777526541761874030</id><published>2009-07-23T17:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T05:55:00.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Farewell to an Old Friend...</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;This post is in fond memory of an old high school friend named Chris &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Lutz&lt;/span&gt;. We rode the bus together during junior high, and then sometimes shared a ride in each other's cars (because that was "cool") in high school. Chris and I had recently reconnected through &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;facebook&lt;/span&gt;, and he seemed on top of the world. Co-owner of a popular pub in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Asheville&lt;/span&gt; and brand new father to a precious baby girl. It was such a shock when I went to his &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;FB&lt;/span&gt; page and realized that he had suddenly passed away. I couldn't believe it! But as my eyes poured over his wall...my heart was filled with sweet emotion. So many of his friends had written on his wall, and not only that...but they wrote "to" him...as if he were still reading and checking his page daily (I decided to follow suit on that as well). I'd like to believe he is able to see the wonderful inscriptions that are written on that wall of his. It really makes one think about the legacy we will all leave when our times come. Chris lead a life that brought a smile to people's faces...even strangers. He literally lit up the room around him. I pray that I can be that light and inspiration. He did for his fellow man and didn't expect anything in return - a trait that seems to be dwindling in this era in which we live. Chris's death caused me to remember my sweet grandfather's passing and his funeral. I had NEVER in all my life seen SO MANY people at a place to give their respects and say their good-byes as I did at my grandfather's funeral. He had so many friends and good relations that some had to stand OUTSIDE the church &lt;em&gt;during&lt;/em&gt; the funeral service - it was that packed!! My grandfather had been a barber in historic Matthews...he had so many great conversations with his clients. I remember being there on hot summer days when my daddy would be getting a haircut, and I'd go back into "Pop's" old office in the back of the barber shop, and pull open the old-fashioned refrigerator and grab an ice cold Sun-Drop, and listen to the men laugh while they were being coiffed. At his funeral a man came up to me and said, "Your grandfather was the most honest man I've ever known", that really sat with me...and always will. I sure do miss both of them, but know that I will see them again someday.&lt;br /&gt;In closing, I want to leave you with these words that were posted on his wall from one of Chris's friends, Jamar Bryson: "...I could always count on you for a laugh, man you brightened so many peoples life and will continue to. You know we sometimes take that gift for granted. Everyone remember to frown less, smile and laugh more, share this gift with everyone you can, even people you don't know that well. Because that's what CHRIS LUTZ would have done and that's what he would have wanted. Love ya!"&lt;br /&gt;xoxo -&lt;br /&gt;Kasey &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/415690711662393595-777526541761874030?l=midnitemonologues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midnitemonologues.blogspot.com/feeds/777526541761874030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=415690711662393595&amp;postID=777526541761874030' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/415690711662393595/posts/default/777526541761874030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/415690711662393595/posts/default/777526541761874030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midnitemonologues.blogspot.com/2009/07/farewell-to-old-friend.html' title='Farewell to an Old Friend...'/><author><name>Kasey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00897429664835979064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nG5wpdxXqiM/TVR7dwjBIoI/AAAAAAAAALU/17rpTdYs9Ag/s220/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-415690711662393595.post-1274304265002986249</id><published>2009-07-23T12:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T10:40:32.773-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome to my "Well"...</title><content type='html'>Well...during a nice evening out last night with friends, we happened upon the subject of blogs/blogging. My friends were telling me of their own blogs, and those of others that they kept in touch with daily, monthly, etc. They spoke to me of blogs that were so inspiring to them and gave them hope, they talked of ones that shared recipes and talked of their daily lives and common struggles. What an interesting concept I thought! It reminded me of earlier days when women used to gather at the watering wells to get their water for the day, share stories, bear one anothers burdens, and much more. I sort of like to think of blogging as one of today's versions of that same concept. We can all gather around one another's "wells" and learn from, benefit from, share stories and most of all inspire one another. Thank you friends (you know who you are) for being my inspiration and I look forward to many "midnite monologues" together!&lt;br /&gt;xoxo - Kasey&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/415690711662393595-1274304265002986249?l=midnitemonologues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midnitemonologues.blogspot.com/feeds/1274304265002986249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=415690711662393595&amp;postID=1274304265002986249' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/415690711662393595/posts/default/1274304265002986249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/415690711662393595/posts/default/1274304265002986249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midnitemonologues.blogspot.com/2009/07/welcome-to-my-well.html' title='Welcome to my &quot;Well&quot;...'/><author><name>Kasey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00897429664835979064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nG5wpdxXqiM/TVR7dwjBIoI/AAAAAAAAALU/17rpTdYs9Ag/s220/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
