<?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-4296208155630374023</id><updated>2011-07-08T00:34:07.863-07:00</updated><category term='husband'/><category term='craft projects'/><category term='bargain hunting'/><category term='diy'/><category term='home sweet home'/><category term='seasonal decorating'/><category term='family'/><category term='Books'/><title type='text'>Halfpint's Homepage</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halfpintaggie.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296208155630374023/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halfpintaggie.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Halfpint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10118633928135800238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RcXSlcFCMnY/SOuo9T7fGnI/AAAAAAAAAC4/Z43qAP-f784/S220/Peekaboo.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>14</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4296208155630374023.post-3185257283787391374</id><published>2009-06-15T17:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T17:54:01.100-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><title type='text'>Still on the disabled list</title><content type='html'>I'm back at work full-time, but in the evenings &amp; on the weekends I'm not allowed to do &lt;em&gt;anything&lt;/em&gt;.  It's so frustrating.  But it has given me a chance to do some great reading.  Over the weekend I made my way through three books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first book I read was &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Kabul-Beauty-School-American-Behind/dp/0812976738/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;s=books&amp;qid=1245089250&amp;sr=1-1"&gt;Kabul Beauty School&lt;/a&gt;.  Such an inspiring story about a beautician who goes to Afghanistan to help with relief efforts after the fall of the Taliban.  I really identified with her early on in the story because she felt so helpless the first few weeks she was there.  She was surrounded by doctors, nurses, and emergency workers of all sorts who had skills that really helped the Afghan people.  She was only able to give haircuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like this a lot in life.  I'm a pretty smart girl and I have some talents, but I tend to beat myself up because my talents are things like picking out paint colors and finding a good deal at the mall.  Not really things that can help change the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the author of the book soon realized that God works in mysterious ways and he had sent her to Afghanistan because she could help the women of that country in a truly life changing way.  She returned to the country &amp; started a beauty school to help teach the women of the country how to provide for themselves and their families.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was very inspiring to read her story.  And it was moving to read about the women of Afghanistan and all they have endured and how their lives are so different from ours.  I got on my knees Saturday night after finishing the book and praised the Lord that I live in Texas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, I was still moved by the strength of the women of Kabul that I decided to read another book with a female heroin.  I pulled a book out that I've had sitting in my to-read pile for a few months now, &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Hiding-Place-Hendrickson-Classic-Biographies/dp/1598563394/ref=sr_1_3?ie=UTF8&amp;s=books&amp;qid=1245089210&amp;sr=8-3"&gt;The Hiding Place&lt;/a&gt; by Corrie Ten Boom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow.  Talk about an amazing woman and a powerful testimony.  I have been a Christian for a long time, I look around the world and I don't understand how people cannot believe in a God.  If you are wavering in your faith, then this is definitely a book that is capable of changing that.  Corrie was arrested for hiding Jewish people during WWII.  Her experience in the Ravensbruck concentration camp proves beyond any doubt that God truly exists and he loves his children and provides for them in ways that we cannot comprehend because of our simple human minds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her time in the concentration camp was a powerful enough story, she and her sister hid a bible and witnessed to all the other prisoners there.  Her sister passed away while in the camp, but Corrie was released and after the war she started a home to care for people who had suffered because of the war and needed rehabilitation.   Then, even more amazingly, she took an old concentration camp and made it into a home for the Nazi guards to live in and heal the emotional/spiritual wounds they suffered from being in the position of treating so many innocent people so poorly.  What an amazing example of God's command to love your enemy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both of these books are wonderful and I highly recommend them both.  After I finished them my husband brought me a third book to read, &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/War-Gifts-Ender-Story/dp/0765312824/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;s=books&amp;qid=1245089317&amp;sr=1-1"&gt;A War of Gifts&lt;/a&gt;.  It was interesting, that's pretty much all I'll say about it.  I probably would have enjoyed it more if I hadn't just read about two such amazing women.  They were a hard act to follow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4296208155630374023-3185257283787391374?l=halfpintaggie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halfpintaggie.blogspot.com/feeds/3185257283787391374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4296208155630374023&amp;postID=3185257283787391374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296208155630374023/posts/default/3185257283787391374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296208155630374023/posts/default/3185257283787391374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halfpintaggie.blogspot.com/2009/06/still-on-disabled-list.html' title='Still on the disabled list'/><author><name>Halfpint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10118633928135800238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RcXSlcFCMnY/SOuo9T7fGnI/AAAAAAAAAC4/Z43qAP-f784/S220/Peekaboo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4296208155630374023.post-9073977987068725635</id><published>2009-06-11T18:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T06:19:29.634-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diy'/><title type='text'>My first home</title><content type='html'>My Dad's been going through old photo albums lately, scanning all of our family pictures. As he is scanning he'll e-mail one or two my way, and it helps break up the monotony of the work day and remembering back when I really was a halfpint brings a smile to my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently he sent me these pictures, from a Christmas morning when I was about 4 years old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_RcXSlcFCMnY/SgQ7laf3TbI/AAAAAAAAEzk/cMFXrNjRbUw/s720/Dollhouse2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 270px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_RcXSlcFCMnY/SgQ7laf3TbI/AAAAAAAAEzk/cMFXrNjRbUw/s720/Dollhouse2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's me on the left &amp;amp; my older sister on the right. You can see my sweet little baby brother in the front of the picture below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_RcXSlcFCMnY/SgQ7m2VwLPI/AAAAAAAAEz0/9Nu09R2wY30/s720/Dollhouse%20Inside.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 270px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_RcXSlcFCMnY/SgQ7m2VwLPI/AAAAAAAAEz0/9Nu09R2wY30/s720/Dollhouse%20Inside.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't you just die? My Mom &amp;amp; Dad &lt;em&gt;made &lt;/em&gt;that dollhouse for my sister and I. How amazing are they?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We spent countless hours playing in that dollhouse. And "playing" usually meant moving the furniture around and redecorating the entire home. I admit that even in high school &amp;amp; college I would sometimes sit down and redecorate it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't still play with it though, but probably only because my mom packed all the tiny furniture into plastic containers to protect them. Knowing me I would still spend hours moving around the furniture in the house if I could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Obviously my love for decorating was cultivated early on by my parents.&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/4296208155630374023-9073977987068725635?l=halfpintaggie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halfpintaggie.blogspot.com/feeds/9073977987068725635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4296208155630374023&amp;postID=9073977987068725635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296208155630374023/posts/default/9073977987068725635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296208155630374023/posts/default/9073977987068725635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halfpintaggie.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-first-home.html' title='My first home'/><author><name>Halfpint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10118633928135800238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RcXSlcFCMnY/SOuo9T7fGnI/AAAAAAAAAC4/Z43qAP-f784/S220/Peekaboo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_RcXSlcFCMnY/SgQ7laf3TbI/AAAAAAAAEzk/cMFXrNjRbUw/s72-c/Dollhouse2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4296208155630374023.post-2010533607381312526</id><published>2009-06-08T06:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T07:02:15.063-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='husband'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='home sweet home'/><title type='text'>Screeching Halt...</title><content type='html'>I've been really busy lately, too busy to even post for 4 months. Which is great! I've always thrive on being busy. It makes the days at work go by quickly when I have a lot to do. I love the sense of accopmlishment I get when I finish a project around the house. And nothing beats having hours full of friends and family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I said, I've been too busy too even blog. Until 2 weeks ago. When my life came to a screeching halt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started out as a normal Saturday for us, we were finally getting around to painting the bedroom as the first step in redecorating it. (I use the term redecorating loosely here, as I had never really gotten around to decorating this room at all. Well, as every home owner knows, before you paint walls, you must move furniture away from the walls. Let's just say this armoire got the better of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 336px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 448px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_RcXSlcFCMnY/Si0WRWp4QFI/AAAAAAAAFek/JecntnEUqTI/Master%" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Excuse the poor quality photos, these pictures were taken randomly last summer prior to a hurricane, just in case our house was destroyed &amp;amp; we needed evidence for an insurance inquiry.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, 1 herniated lumbar disk later and two weeks later, the bedroom is now painted a lovely shade called "Trench Coat" by Martha Stewart, thanks to my wonderful husband. And yesterday he even hung up some art-work under my supervision, so the room is coming together.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It will be a while before I can spend any quality time with my sewing machine, so the "final product" is pending until my back troubles are finally sorted out. In the meantime, here's a before picture of the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_RcXSlcFCMnY/Si0WRJRndRI/AAAAAAAAFec/0um7zg7LInA/Master%20Bedroom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 448px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 336px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_RcXSlcFCMnY/Si0WRJRndRI/AAAAAAAAFec/0um7zg7LInA/Master%20Bedroom.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, can I just say how lovely it is to be sitting up again? Lying flat on a couch for 2 weeks is not my idea of a good time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a trial run, we went to Church this morning. I made it through Church without too much pain, so I'm going back to work in the morning. I hope I can make it through most of the day, I have a lot of work to do, but between the back pain &amp;amp; how sleepy the pain meds make me, we'll just have to wait &amp;amp; see how it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, words cannot express how grateful I am to my husband for taking such good care of me for the past two weeks. I am so blessed to be married to such a kind man.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4296208155630374023-2010533607381312526?l=halfpintaggie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halfpintaggie.blogspot.com/feeds/2010533607381312526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4296208155630374023&amp;postID=2010533607381312526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296208155630374023/posts/default/2010533607381312526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296208155630374023/posts/default/2010533607381312526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halfpintaggie.blogspot.com/2009/06/screeching-halt.html' title='Screeching Halt...'/><author><name>Halfpint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10118633928135800238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RcXSlcFCMnY/SOuo9T7fGnI/AAAAAAAAAC4/Z43qAP-f784/S220/Peekaboo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_RcXSlcFCMnY/Si0WRWp4QFI/AAAAAAAAFek/JecntnEUqTI/s72-c/Master%' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4296208155630374023.post-5843529601503323121</id><published>2009-02-02T19:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T19:58:00.108-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Equal time for equal cuteness!</title><content type='html'>My last post was all about our oldest neice &amp;amp; nephew. They also have a younger sister who is as cute as they are and she was baptized last Saturday so I figured I'd share some pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the Catholic baptism service, the child is draped with a white cloth, symbolic of the dignitity of Christ. Cora chose to try and eat said cloth. Not the most dignified...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_RcXSlcFCMnY/SYSq3CfGHnI/AAAAAAAABms/kJnR3YWVzPg/s912/DSC_0138.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 373px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_RcXSlcFCMnY/SYSq3CfGHnI/AAAAAAAABms/kJnR3YWVzPg/s912/DSC_0138.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But look at those pretty blue eyes! And don't you just love how her chubby little wrist looks like it has a rubber band around it. A look a woman can only get away with while she's young.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_RcXSlcFCMnY/SYSq84Qw0WI/AAAAAAAABn8/CTFUze9hp0g/s912/DSC_0149.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 373px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_RcXSlcFCMnY/SYSq84Qw0WI/AAAAAAAABn8/CTFUze9hp0g/s912/DSC_0149.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;My husband loves babies so much. He's the fun uncle that will wrestle with the kids and give them pony rides. And he loves snuggles from the little bitty babies.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4296208155630374023-5843529601503323121?l=halfpintaggie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halfpintaggie.blogspot.com/feeds/5843529601503323121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4296208155630374023&amp;postID=5843529601503323121' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296208155630374023/posts/default/5843529601503323121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296208155630374023/posts/default/5843529601503323121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halfpintaggie.blogspot.com/2009/02/equal-time-for-equal-cuteness.html' title='Equal time for equal cuteness!'/><author><name>Halfpint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10118633928135800238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RcXSlcFCMnY/SOuo9T7fGnI/AAAAAAAAAC4/Z43qAP-f784/S220/Peekaboo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_RcXSlcFCMnY/SYSq3CfGHnI/AAAAAAAABms/kJnR3YWVzPg/s72-c/DSC_0138.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4296208155630374023.post-5656636966113616390</id><published>2009-01-22T11:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T13:32:15.498-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Lessons from toddlers...</title><content type='html'>If you are cute enough &amp;amp; know just who to beg....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just get right in their face, say "please" &amp;amp; you can get anything you want!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_RcXSlcFCMnY/SWKn6ovOwSI/AAAAAAAAAtE/LS1p-SFqmXk/s800/DSC_1075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_RcXSlcFCMnY/SWKn6ovOwSI/AAAAAAAAAtE/LS1p-SFqmXk/s800/DSC_1075.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like sips of Coke...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_RcXSlcFCMnY/SWKmEkuom6I/AAAAAAAAAc4/kxMdpw8OehQ/s800/DSC_0918.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_RcXSlcFCMnY/SWKmEkuom6I/AAAAAAAAAc4/kxMdpw8OehQ/s800/DSC_0918.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And gummi bears...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_RcXSlcFCMnY/SWKnIwXvXfI/AAAAAAAAAmU/MaxnzpMPeMo/s800/DSC_1011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_RcXSlcFCMnY/SWKnIwXvXfI/AAAAAAAAAmU/MaxnzpMPeMo/s800/DSC_1011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And suckers of course! (Take a moment, giggle at the irony.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_RcXSlcFCMnY/SWKmW0J91DI/AAAAAAAAAfY/DfJ49heA2Ys/s800/DSC_0950.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_RcXSlcFCMnY/SWKmW0J91DI/AAAAAAAAAfY/DfJ49heA2Ys/s800/DSC_0950.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not a bad haul for agreeing to go watch your uncles play a soccer game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_RcXSlcFCMnY/SWKmZTfVLlI/AAAAAAAAAf4/Aed7vqstN8U/s800/DSC_0961.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_RcXSlcFCMnY/SWKmZTfVLlI/AAAAAAAAAf4/Aed7vqstN8U/s800/DSC_0961.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_RcXSlcFCMnY/SWKn6ovOwSI/AAAAAAAAAtE/LS1p-SFqmXk/s800/DSC_1075.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With a niece &amp;amp; nephew this cute, it's no wonder we don't have our own kiddos yet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4296208155630374023-5656636966113616390?l=halfpintaggie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halfpintaggie.blogspot.com/feeds/5656636966113616390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4296208155630374023&amp;postID=5656636966113616390' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296208155630374023/posts/default/5656636966113616390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296208155630374023/posts/default/5656636966113616390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halfpintaggie.blogspot.com/2009/01/lessons-from-toddlers.html' title='Lessons from toddlers...'/><author><name>Halfpint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10118633928135800238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RcXSlcFCMnY/SOuo9T7fGnI/AAAAAAAAAC4/Z43qAP-f784/S220/Peekaboo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_RcXSlcFCMnY/SWKn6ovOwSI/AAAAAAAAAtE/LS1p-SFqmXk/s72-c/DSC_1075.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4296208155630374023.post-5651450656473072475</id><published>2008-12-23T16:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T17:09:06.642-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='craft projects'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='seasonal decorating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='home sweet home'/><title type='text'>Worst Blogger Ever Decorates for Christmas</title><content type='html'>So I posted about 2 weeks ago saying I would post these pictures &amp;amp; still haven't done any.  I'm horrible at this blogging thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or I was being held hostage by a group of terrorists.  I'll let you decide which story you choose to believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, it's 2 days before Christmas &amp;amp; I have about 2 dozen presents to wrap so this will be short &amp;amp; sweet.  First up a picture of our tree:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RcXSlcFCMnY/SVGImJkSxYI/AAAAAAAAAbI/-URmQT1FWNU/s1600-h/Christmas+Tree.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283154026866853250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RcXSlcFCMnY/SVGImJkSxYI/AAAAAAAAAbI/-URmQT1FWNU/s400/Christmas+Tree.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm all about random ornaments &amp;amp; a chaotic Christmas tree.  I think it shocks people who know what a control freak I am about my decor to see the craziness that is my Christmas tree.  They seem to expect a themed tree, or at least one that's color-coordinated.  But this is the time of year for me to really let my hair down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my favorite bloggers The Nester put together a deliciously scrumptious &lt;a href="http://nestingplacenc.blogspot.com/2008/11/most-wonderful-chirstmas-garland-and.html"&gt;garland &lt;/a&gt;for her mantle that I was enamored with.  So I had to beef up my wimpy garlands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RcXSlcFCMnY/SVGIllZi4CI/AAAAAAAAAbA/fXMIXPWghQM/s1600-h/Garland+-+Mantle.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283154017158094882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RcXSlcFCMnY/SVGIllZi4CI/AAAAAAAAAbA/fXMIXPWghQM/s400/Garland+-+Mantle.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RcXSlcFCMnY/SVGIk0YheMI/AAAAAAAAAa4/pyjQFc7OrLY/s1600-h/Garland+-+Buffet.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283154004000471234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RcXSlcFCMnY/SVGIk0YheMI/AAAAAAAAAa4/pyjQFc7OrLY/s400/Garland+-+Buffet.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can click on the pictures to see the detail of the garland, I shoved all kinds of stuff in there.  Birds nests, pinecones, fruit, feather balls, feather tufts, extra greenery/ferns, berries, etc.  It was a really fun project &amp;amp; I was so happy I had 2 places where I could put together some scrumptious garland.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hope everyones' Christmas seasons are going well!&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/4296208155630374023-5651450656473072475?l=halfpintaggie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halfpintaggie.blogspot.com/feeds/5651450656473072475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4296208155630374023&amp;postID=5651450656473072475' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296208155630374023/posts/default/5651450656473072475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296208155630374023/posts/default/5651450656473072475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halfpintaggie.blogspot.com/2008/12/worst-blogger-ever-decorates-for.html' title='Worst Blogger Ever Decorates for Christmas'/><author><name>Halfpint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10118633928135800238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RcXSlcFCMnY/SOuo9T7fGnI/AAAAAAAAAC4/Z43qAP-f784/S220/Peekaboo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RcXSlcFCMnY/SVGImJkSxYI/AAAAAAAAAbI/-URmQT1FWNU/s72-c/Christmas+Tree.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4296208155630374023.post-8491272852400585593</id><published>2008-12-06T19:36:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T19:53:11.153-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas!</title><content type='html'>Officially the Christmas season now.  The husband and I have our tree up, we attended our first holiday party last night, and we are now watching the 1985 Christmas classic &lt;em&gt;Santa Claus: The Movie.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RcXSlcFCMnY/STtGd8lSFNI/AAAAAAAAAGo/HFwYnQ1rOdI/s1600-h/Family+Picture.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276888868687320274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RcXSlcFCMnY/STtGd8lSFNI/AAAAAAAAAGo/HFwYnQ1rOdI/s400/Family+Picture.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over my next few posts I'll be sharng a some of my holiday decorating.  In the meantime, here's a picture before we left for the party.  Oxley didn't get to come with us, she spent a quiet night at home...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RcXSlcFCMnY/STtGdor4ZhI/AAAAAAAAAGg/RwHjbQuMaSw/s1600-h/DSC_0065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276888863346288146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RcXSlcFCMnY/STtGdor4ZhI/AAAAAAAAAGg/RwHjbQuMaSw/s400/DSC_0065.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4296208155630374023-8491272852400585593?l=halfpintaggie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halfpintaggie.blogspot.com/feeds/8491272852400585593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4296208155630374023&amp;postID=8491272852400585593' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296208155630374023/posts/default/8491272852400585593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296208155630374023/posts/default/8491272852400585593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halfpintaggie.blogspot.com/2008/12/its-beginning-to-look-lot-like.html' title='It&apos;s beginning to look a lot like Christmas!'/><author><name>Halfpint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10118633928135800238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RcXSlcFCMnY/SOuo9T7fGnI/AAAAAAAAAC4/Z43qAP-f784/S220/Peekaboo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RcXSlcFCMnY/STtGd8lSFNI/AAAAAAAAAGo/HFwYnQ1rOdI/s72-c/Family+Picture.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4296208155630374023.post-251723172504325315</id><published>2008-11-30T18:57:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T19:08:04.588-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy (Late) Thanksgiving!!!</title><content type='html'>I'm a bad blogger. Couldn't even get on-line in time to tell everyone Happy Thanksgiving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RcXSlcFCMnY/STNUTvdKcII/AAAAAAAAAGY/L8tYre2Ub9k/s1600-h/Kitchen+-+Counter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274652286714015874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RcXSlcFCMnY/STNUTvdKcII/AAAAAAAAAGY/L8tYre2Ub9k/s400/Kitchen+-+Counter.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hope it was a good one &amp;amp; everyone got to spend a lot of time with their family &amp;amp; friends!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Give thanks to the Lord, for he is good; his love endures forever.  -Psalms 107:1&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4296208155630374023-251723172504325315?l=halfpintaggie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halfpintaggie.blogspot.com/feeds/251723172504325315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4296208155630374023&amp;postID=251723172504325315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296208155630374023/posts/default/251723172504325315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296208155630374023/posts/default/251723172504325315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halfpintaggie.blogspot.com/2008/11/happy-late-thanksgiving.html' title='Happy (Late) Thanksgiving!!!'/><author><name>Halfpint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10118633928135800238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RcXSlcFCMnY/SOuo9T7fGnI/AAAAAAAAAC4/Z43qAP-f784/S220/Peekaboo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RcXSlcFCMnY/STNUTvdKcII/AAAAAAAAAGY/L8tYre2Ub9k/s72-c/Kitchen+-+Counter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4296208155630374023.post-446334222780684470</id><published>2008-11-18T10:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T10:57:07.525-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='husband'/><title type='text'>An Answered Prayer</title><content type='html'>As a 12 year old girl I went to church camp and took part in a bible study about sexual purity. During the course of this 1 hour bible study, I made two decisions that changed the course of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, I decided that I wanted to wait until my wedding night to have sex. My virginity would be my wedding gift to my husband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second, on that day, I started praying for my husband. I did not meet my husband until 10 years later, but I knew he was out there somewhere and I wanted to bless him with my prayers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two years ago today I was blessed to walk down this aisle...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RcXSlcFCMnY/SSMLtswG4eI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/jUc0M2Vworc/s1600-h/Wedding+-+Aisle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270068868688568802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RcXSlcFCMnY/SSMLtswG4eI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/jUc0M2Vworc/s400/Wedding+-+Aisle.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And stand before God, family and friends...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RcXSlcFCMnY/SSMLtYGJG7I/AAAAAAAAAGI/6YgBk5vvLUA/s1600-h/Wedding+-+Candle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270068863143844786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RcXSlcFCMnY/SSMLtYGJG7I/AAAAAAAAAGI/6YgBk5vvLUA/s400/Wedding+-+Candle.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And give my heart to a man more wonderful than I could have ever dreamed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RcXSlcFCMnY/SSMLtEh8IMI/AAAAAAAAAGA/C_lFevDpnZM/s1600-h/Wedding+-+Kiss.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270068857891725506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RcXSlcFCMnY/SSMLtEh8IMI/AAAAAAAAAGA/C_lFevDpnZM/s400/Wedding+-+Kiss.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The past two years have been wonderful. God has chosen to give us more blessings gifts than we could possibly deserve. We owe everything good in our lives to him, and we have a whole lot of good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I made a comment to a friend the other day that I couldn't believe how much God had chosen to bless me during the past two years and they have been the happiest two years of my life. She jokingly responded "Minus the whole him living in a war zone for a year bit right?" I had a good laugh at that and responded "Definitely minus that part!" After reflecting on that conversation a bit though I realized that as lonely and frightening as those long months were, I wouldn't trade them for the world. That year taught me to get down on my knees and pray for my husband with a fervor that I had never experienced before.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So today, I thank the Lord for giving me a husband who is so kind, loving and generous. He is a wonderful man of God, a good husband, and my best friend.&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;Even if he did drop cake down the inside of my wedding dress...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RcXSlcFCMnY/SSMLtJKFjRI/AAAAAAAAAF4/_j9qOT6h9Zc/s1600-h/Wedding+-+Cake+spill.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270068859133857042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RcXSlcFCMnY/SSMLtJKFjRI/AAAAAAAAAF4/_j9qOT6h9Zc/s400/Wedding+-+Cake+spill.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Anniversary babe, I love you!&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/4296208155630374023-446334222780684470?l=halfpintaggie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halfpintaggie.blogspot.com/feeds/446334222780684470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4296208155630374023&amp;postID=446334222780684470' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296208155630374023/posts/default/446334222780684470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296208155630374023/posts/default/446334222780684470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halfpintaggie.blogspot.com/2008/11/answered-prayer.html' title='An Answered Prayer'/><author><name>Halfpint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10118633928135800238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RcXSlcFCMnY/SOuo9T7fGnI/AAAAAAAAAC4/Z43qAP-f784/S220/Peekaboo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RcXSlcFCMnY/SSMLtswG4eI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/jUc0M2Vworc/s72-c/Wedding+-+Aisle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4296208155630374023.post-5358344089417033817</id><published>2008-11-17T12:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T13:03:27.460-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>My big sister</title><content type='html'>Today is my sister's birthday. According to my Mom, my sister is exactly 22 months older than me. I find it really funny that she still uses months to tell people how old we are. Especially when it's only 2 months short of a solid year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RcXSlcFCMnY/SSHV3yvry7I/AAAAAAAAAFw/_eja7hhOemY/s1600-h/Sisters+-+TD+loves+baby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269728193491487666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 274px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RcXSlcFCMnY/SSHV3yvry7I/AAAAAAAAAFw/_eja7hhOemY/s400/Sisters+-+TD+loves+baby.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved having a sister so close in age, always had someone to play with.  Weren't we cute little blond babies?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RcXSlcFCMnY/SSHV3f6BgPI/AAAAAAAAAFo/G3lt--Z9ols/s1600-h/Sisters+-+two+seater.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269728188434579698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 271px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RcXSlcFCMnY/SSHV3f6BgPI/AAAAAAAAAFo/G3lt--Z9ols/s400/Sisters+-+two+seater.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Like any little sister, I pretty much worshipped my sister growing up.  Some things never really change either, I still look up to her.  And though my hair turned brown years ago, she managed to hold onto the natural platinum blond.  Having a real-life barbie doll for an older sister was pretty intimidating growing up.  I went through some pretty hard times feeling good about myself in high school because she was definitely the pretty, popular one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RcXSlcFCMnY/SSHV3cuEtUI/AAAAAAAAAFg/AOo3ETktvsY/s1600-h/Theresa+&amp;amp;+Shannon+-+TDs+wedding.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269728187579151682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 379px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RcXSlcFCMnY/SSHV3cuEtUI/AAAAAAAAAFg/AOo3ETktvsY/s400/Theresa+%26+Shannon+-+TDs+wedding.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister is also one of the kindest people I know.  I've always had short hair, but my senior year in college I decided to grow it out long.  Well, then she got married that year and I'll be darned if I didn't know how to do anything with that long hair.  I was all set to walk down the aisle as her maid of honor with my hair in a ponytail.  Well, that would not have really gone with the vibe of her beautiful wedding at all, but she's a kind girl and didn't expect me to pay a New York City hair stylist to have my hair done (I was a dirt-poor college student after all).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RcXSlcFCMnY/SSHV3MEIOJI/AAAAAAAAAFY/TcsHCT2bmqE/s1600-h/Theresa+&amp;amp;+Shannon+-+Fixing+hair.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269728183108253842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 271px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RcXSlcFCMnY/SSHV3MEIOJI/AAAAAAAAAFY/TcsHCT2bmqE/s400/Theresa+%26+Shannon+-+Fixing+hair.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there we were, 2 hours before her wedding, with her doing my hair.  We laughed the whole time how it was just like we were kids again.  She used to love fixing me up in high school, I never wore make-up, so occassionally she would doll me up for no reason at all.  She's just a good sister like that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hate that she lives so far away.  I am lucky to see her twice a year.  Considering that for the first 17 years of my life, she was the first &amp;amp; last person I saw every day, that's a big adjustment.  I am so glad we live in the day &amp;amp; age of cell-phones!  She's always just speed dial #2 away!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RcXSlcFCMnY/SSHV3JIjIgI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/jLaogQa6jdM/s1600-h/Wedding+-+Theresa+&amp;amp;+I.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269728182321488386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RcXSlcFCMnY/SSHV3JIjIgI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/jLaogQa6jdM/s400/Wedding+-+Theresa+%26+I.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love you sis!  Happy Birthday!&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/4296208155630374023-5358344089417033817?l=halfpintaggie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halfpintaggie.blogspot.com/feeds/5358344089417033817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4296208155630374023&amp;postID=5358344089417033817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296208155630374023/posts/default/5358344089417033817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296208155630374023/posts/default/5358344089417033817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halfpintaggie.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-big-sister.html' title='My big sister'/><author><name>Halfpint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10118633928135800238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RcXSlcFCMnY/SOuo9T7fGnI/AAAAAAAAAC4/Z43qAP-f784/S220/Peekaboo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RcXSlcFCMnY/SSHV3yvry7I/AAAAAAAAAFw/_eja7hhOemY/s72-c/Sisters+-+TD+loves+baby.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4296208155630374023.post-5253734711411137882</id><published>2008-10-27T14:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T15:37:41.555-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='home sweet home'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diy'/><title type='text'>Anyone want to stay for dinner?</title><content type='html'>We're poor. Okay, not really. But we are young and just starting out in life. So we're trying to do it the smart way. We have no credit card debt, our cars are paid for, the student loan &amp;amp; the mortgage will be paid off early. We have cash savings in the bank. We've paid cash for my MBA and most of hub's Masters degree. How do we do it? I don't carry designer hand-bags, I buy clothes off the clearance rack &amp;amp; wear them for a long time and we don't eat out a lot. It's really quite easy. You'll notice the last thing I said there "we don't eat out a lot". We eat out exactly 3 or 4 times per month, as such we spend quality time in our dining room every evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this room. I feel like this is a room where I grow a lot. We eat our food here to nourish our bodies. We pray together at this table every night. I read my bible and do my devotionals at this table. Since I don't have a study I do my homework sitting here. It's a good room and I happen to think it's a rather cute room too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RcXSlcFCMnY/SQY5Fn-cRZI/AAAAAAAAAEY/wg1Tf-ef358/s1600-h/Dining+Room+-+Table,+Buffet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261955983422014866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RcXSlcFCMnY/SQY5Fn-cRZI/AAAAAAAAAEY/wg1Tf-ef358/s400/Dining+Room+-+Table,+Buffet.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents got me the table &amp;amp; chairs from Pier 1 Five years ago, we managed to get a deal on the glass top because it had gotten scratched in the store, so they sold it to us for $40. The buffet table we scavenged away from the Hub's Aunt &amp;amp; Uncle, I love this piece so much. I'm sure when their daughter buys a home someday I am going to feel compelled to give it to her if she wants it, but it will be missed. It reminds me of the buffet that Monica used in Friends for her television. I'll have to show you another day how I use the plates for holiday decoration. They're all from the clearance rack at Marshall's though. My huge candle holders on the left side of the buffet are from e-bay and the curio cabinet in the corner was my Mom &amp;amp; Dad's when they were newlyweds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two things we get a lot of compliments on in this room are the crown molding &amp;amp; the lighting fixture. I am proud to announce, we put them both in ourselves. The lighting fixture was the cheapest one they had on sale at Lowe's, it took us about 20 minutes to replace the recessed lighting fixture that was there. For $80, it really classed up the dining room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The crown molding was the first big project that hubs &amp;amp; I did together. To date, it's probably the biggest project we've tackled in the house. It took us 1 weekend to do. And it was super-easy. Less than $200 for the living room, dining room, kitchen &amp;amp; hallway. It was so easy because we cheated. Look up in the corner of the room in that last picture. See that fancy-schmancy corner? (I know, you can't really see it, stupid tiny picture.) That bad boy probably saved our marriage. There was no way we would have been able to get those corners done &amp;amp; not killed each other without the cheat-blocks as we call them. It's just an added bonus that they give the crown molding an extra special touch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, I live the nativity on the buffet out all year. Jesus's birthday should not be contained to December!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RcXSlcFCMnY/SQY5FVl5GnI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/VYIdw-7FsM4/s1600-h/Dining+Room+-+China+Cabinet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261955978487208562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RcXSlcFCMnY/SQY5FVl5GnI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/VYIdw-7FsM4/s400/Dining+Room+-+China+Cabinet.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the china cabinet that was also donated to us from Michael's Aunt &amp;amp; Uncle. You can see in this picture how the darker wood color from the china cabinet ties together perfectly with our cabinets. In the first picture you can see how the rattan from our table &amp;amp; chairs ties into the lighter color. My point? I love wood furniture that has more than one color to it. I'm not a person who believes that wood has to match perfectly, but I do appreciate it when it works out well like this.&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;I love the display of our wedding china &amp;amp; crystal in the cabinet. I come from a family where we actually do use our china several times a year, for special occasions, so everytime I look at the china I remember holidays &amp;amp; smile a little bit. I'll never understand people who pay good money for china and then don't use it. When I was a little girl, my mom would pull out the China for our birthdays, I always felt so grown-up &amp;amp; special. She even occassionaly had our after-school-snack waiting on a china saucer for us. My brother never appreciated it as much as my sister &amp;amp; I did, we certainly thought we were hot stuff, eating our ants on a log off Mom &amp;amp; Dad's wedding China. I look forward to having tea-parties with my future daughter(s) someday on that china.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, in both of the above pictures you could see just a little bit of the two windows in the room. Here's a picture of the door that is next to the China cabinet. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RcXSlcFCMnY/SQY5E3qHH0I/AAAAAAAAAEA/srJ2CPFEi1w/s1600-h/Dining+Room+-+BackDoor,+Roman+Shade.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261955970451840834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RcXSlcFCMnY/SQY5E3qHH0I/AAAAAAAAAEA/srJ2CPFEi1w/s400/Dining+Room+-+BackDoor,+Roman+Shade.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not the best picture quality, sorry. The other two pictures turned out so nice &amp;amp; bright, this stinker just wouldn't cooperate with me. But I had to post the picture so you could see my beautiful roman shades. Like them? Thanks! My Mom &amp;amp; I made them. When the hub's got deployed to the sand-box for a year, Mom's first order of business was to drive across the state and make sure that her daughter's privacy was in-tact (she's such a good Mom, I am a lucky girl). We labored for a solid weekend over three of these roman shades (well, between shopping &amp;amp; eating at our favorite restaurants). They were hard work, we had to hand stitch most of them thanks to us picking the most complicated instructions we could find and me picking the thickest lining I could find. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The last thing I will leave you with tonight is my paint color. Since our house is only 2 years old, it sports the "open living" concept that is popular these days, as such I have the same paint color in our living room, dining room, kitchen &amp;amp; hallway. I wanted a warm, rich color that would feel cozy so I chose Burnt Almond from Behr. I could not have picked a more perfect color. It has very brown under-tones, I really didn't want a color that would look pink, green or grey as so many tans end up. The best part about this color, it changes very dramatically in the different lights in our house. So, even though we have the open concept kitchen and there is no way I could have painted it a different color, it looks different. I highly recommend.&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/4296208155630374023-5253734711411137882?l=halfpintaggie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halfpintaggie.blogspot.com/feeds/5253734711411137882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4296208155630374023&amp;postID=5253734711411137882' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296208155630374023/posts/default/5253734711411137882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296208155630374023/posts/default/5253734711411137882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halfpintaggie.blogspot.com/2008/10/were-poor.html' title='Anyone want to stay for dinner?'/><author><name>Halfpint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10118633928135800238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RcXSlcFCMnY/SOuo9T7fGnI/AAAAAAAAAC4/Z43qAP-f784/S220/Peekaboo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RcXSlcFCMnY/SQY5Fn-cRZI/AAAAAAAAAEY/wg1Tf-ef358/s72-c/Dining+Room+-+Table,+Buffet.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4296208155630374023.post-7506214566027603830</id><published>2008-10-15T14:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T15:36:18.081-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='home sweet home'/><title type='text'>Our awkward little wall...</title><content type='html'>Just off of our living room there's an awkward little wall seperating the kitchen from the stairway.  This wall really serves no purpose.  If the builder had just left this wall out, our kitchen would be more open and perhaps hubs could hear my from upstairs when I yell at him that dinner is ready.  But the wall is there.  And for some reason the builder decided to put the stupid thermostat right in the middle of it.  Lovely right?  Not so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have a before picture to show you the icky thermostat and I'm not at home right now so I can't take a picture showing it.  But that's not important, we all know what a thermostat looks like right?  What matters is how I covered it up.  Here's the wall now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RcXSlcFCMnY/SPZt2x-KkSI/AAAAAAAAADQ/VhzCKkIXV1k/s1600-h/Hallway+-+Floating+Shelves.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257510402896072994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RcXSlcFCMnY/SPZt2x-KkSI/AAAAAAAAADQ/VhzCKkIXV1k/s400/Hallway+-+Floating+Shelves.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here’s a picture coming down the stairs to give you a better idea of the décor items I’m currently sporting on the shelves.  I like to change it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RcXSlcFCMnY/SPZt3NkVxQI/AAAAAAAAADY/1trv7wVKclg/s1600-h/Hallway+-+Floating+Shelves+from+Stairs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257510410303948034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RcXSlcFCMnY/SPZt3NkVxQI/AAAAAAAAADY/1trv7wVKclg/s400/Hallway+-+Floating+Shelves+from+Stairs.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sorry, neither of my pictures is very good.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;See the big picture in the off-white frame?  Hiding behind that, right about where my head is, you would find our thermostat.  I just leaned the picture up against the wall, air still gets back there so the AC functions perfectly…I cannot begin to tell you how important this is in South Texas during the 6 summer months of the year…I really enjoy not looking at that icky thermostat every time I walk down my stairs though. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A couple of these items really make me smile.  The first one are the two little willow tree figurines on the bottom shelf, these were actually our wedding cake topper at our wedding...&lt;em&gt;or they would have been if I had remembered to give them to the baker&lt;/em&gt;...Another thing that makes me smile are the crosses.  I love surrounding myself with constant reminders of Christ's love for me.  Finally, the thing that gives me the biggest smile, is the poem located in the top left hand hand corner, &lt;em&gt;Desiderata&lt;/em&gt;.  It was my grandfather's favorite poem &amp;amp; I found that copy of it in a closet at his home after he passed away.  Makes me smile to remember him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note, I just realized that every single picture displayed on the shelves right now was taken by friend Dianna.  She is an amazingly gifted photographer, I highly recommend checking out &lt;a href="http://karellephotography.blogspot.com/"&gt;Dianna's blog&lt;/a&gt; if you have some time to spare and like looking at beautiful pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And just for kicks because I miss my Papa so much, here's Desiderata.  I hope it makes you smile.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Go placidly amid the noise and the haste, and remember what peace there may be in silence.  As far as possible, without surrender, be on good terms with all persons.  Speak your truth quietly and clearly, and listen to others, even to the dull and ignorant; they too have their story.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Avoid loud and aggressive persons; they are vexatious to the spirit.  If you compare yourself with others, you may become vain or bitter, for always there will begreater and lesser persons than yourself.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans.  Keep interested in your own career however humble; it is a real possession in the changing fortunes of time.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exercise caution in your business affairs, for the world is full of trickery.  But let this not blind youto what virtue there is; many persons strive for high ideals, and everywhere life is full of heroism.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be yourself.  Especially do not feign affection.  Neither be cynical about love, for in the face of all aridity and disenchantment, it is as perennial as the grass.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take kindly the counsel of the years, gracefully surrendering the things of youth.  Nurture strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune.  But do not distress yourself with dark imaginings.  Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beyond a wholesome discipline, be gentle with yourself.  You are a child of the universe no less than the trees and the stars; you have a right to be here.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And whether or not it is clear to you, no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should.  Therefore, be at peace with God, whatever you conceive Him to be.  And whatever your labors and aspirations, in the noisy confusion of life, keep peace in your soul.  With all its sham, drudgery, and broken dreams, it is still a beautiful world.  Be cheerful.  Strive to be happy.&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/4296208155630374023-7506214566027603830?l=halfpintaggie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halfpintaggie.blogspot.com/feeds/7506214566027603830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4296208155630374023&amp;postID=7506214566027603830' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296208155630374023/posts/default/7506214566027603830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296208155630374023/posts/default/7506214566027603830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halfpintaggie.blogspot.com/2008/10/our-awkward-little-wall.html' title='Our awkward little wall...'/><author><name>Halfpint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10118633928135800238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RcXSlcFCMnY/SOuo9T7fGnI/AAAAAAAAAC4/Z43qAP-f784/S220/Peekaboo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RcXSlcFCMnY/SPZt2x-KkSI/AAAAAAAAADQ/VhzCKkIXV1k/s72-c/Hallway+-+Floating+Shelves.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4296208155630374023.post-7429992232700138282</id><published>2008-10-03T13:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T11:34:30.412-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bargain hunting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='craft projects'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='home sweet home'/><title type='text'>Our cheap living room</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;My favorite thing to look at on blogs is the pictures of homes and decor, so I figured that's what I should blog about today. Starting with the room we entertain the majority of our company in, our living room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RcXSlcFCMnY/SOeubaqpeHI/AAAAAAAAACk/DOS11O_eb0o/s1600-h/Living+Room+from+Entry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253359276388874354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RcXSlcFCMnY/SOeubaqpeHI/AAAAAAAAACk/DOS11O_eb0o/s320/Living+Room+from+Entry.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a cheap-o camera so my pictures aren't the best, but this is the view of our living room when you walk in the door to the house. We had almost no furniture when we moved into the house and since we were both grad school students and planning a wedding, we had even less money. So we would search at model home furniture auctions for good deals on furniture. Pretty much our entire living room was furnished this way. Our living room couch only cost us $250.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my favorite purchases were our "white chairs". The hubs didn't really want to get them because they were a lighter wood than we generally gravitate towards. But I fell in love with them &amp;amp; had to have them. Luckily, they were only $105 each. That seemed like a lot to me for a chair, but these things are sturdy and well-made. And so pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RcXSlcFCMnY/SOeubZ5BLpI/AAAAAAAAACs/egb1ebc6pr0/s1600-h/Living+Room+White+Chairs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253359276180713106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RcXSlcFCMnY/SOeubZ5BLpI/AAAAAAAAACs/egb1ebc6pr0/s320/Living+Room+White+Chairs.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My pretty white chairs are the only furniture that our sweet little pup Oxley is not allowed to jump up and sit on, they're just too pretty to be sporting dog hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another good buy we got was a solid wood buffet for $100. No one else even bid on him, as we were leaving the auction, people kept stopping us and asking how much we paid for him &amp;amp; then getting angry because they hadn't seen him before the bidding started. He was in the room where the auction was happening people, look alive! He's great for providing some storage that we really needed (I have no idea how 2 people have so much stuff).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RcXSlcFCMnY/SOes_lolKpI/AAAAAAAAAB8/xmcYz3sKWkA/s1600-h/Living+Room+Buffet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253357698785028754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RcXSlcFCMnY/SOes_lolKpI/AAAAAAAAAB8/xmcYz3sKWkA/s320/Living+Room+Buffet.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love those mirrors. I got them at Hobby Lobby for our bedroom, but I loved them so much I decided they needed to be displayed in a more prominent position in our home. We got the lamps on clearance from Garden ridge for $15 each. They're not my favorite. I think it would be a huge improvement if they were a different color &amp;amp; had different shades, but I have yet to find any shades that I like at a good enough price, I do have plans to spray paint them one of these days. Either off-white or black. The final element I love in this picture is my &lt;a href="http://texas.uppercaseliving.net/Home.m"&gt;upper-case living &lt;/a&gt;"Faith Hope Love" art that is up above the mirrors. I can't get enough of that stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can see that there are windows on either side of the buffet. The hubs' favorite color is red, so that fabric from &lt;a href="http://www.ballarddesigns.com/Linens-Fabrics/Fabric-by-the-Yard/Patterns/Red-Petite-Fleur-De-Lis-Fabric-By-The-Yard/p/674?path=1%2C2%2C1465%2C1517%2C1640&amp;amp;iProductID=674"&gt;Ballard Designs &lt;/a&gt;was the starting place for the whole room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We aren't big fans of blinds. In my dream house the windows will have plantation shutters. But right now we're poor folk, so we work with what we can on a small budget. A budget that didn't even include blinds. Instead, I put up sheers for a little bit of privacy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RcXSlcFCMnY/SOes_-8_LWI/AAAAAAAAACE/V4hYQ-muZQA/s1600-h/Living+Room+Curtains.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253357705581505890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RcXSlcFCMnY/SOes_-8_LWI/AAAAAAAAACE/V4hYQ-muZQA/s320/Living+Room+Curtains.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inspired by &lt;a href="http://nestingplacenc.blogspot.com/"&gt;the nester&lt;/a&gt;...&lt;em&gt;whose blog I love &amp;amp; adore, if she or &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://emmafree.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;her equally-fabulous sister &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;lived anywhere close to me, I would be arrested for stalking them&lt;/em&gt;...I decided to grab my hammer &amp;amp; just nail the sheers directly to the wall with some upholstery tacks. Love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving further around the room, is our entertainment center. This was the first really unnecessary piece of furniture we bought. No one really &lt;em&gt;needs&lt;/em&gt; a huge entertainment center to hide their television away. But I can't imagine life without one. I hate/loathe/abhore/despise looking at the TV when I don't need to see it. Here's the pic, go ahead &amp;amp; admire him, then I will tell you how much he cost us...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RcXSlcFCMnY/SOetAHSKCSI/AAAAAAAAACM/EZTiqHreJmY/s1600-h/Fireplace+&amp;amp;+Entertainment+Center.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253357707817781538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RcXSlcFCMnY/SOetAHSKCSI/AAAAAAAAACM/EZTiqHreJmY/s320/Fireplace+%26+Entertainment+Center.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Isn't he pretty? The picture just doesn't do him justice. All 3 pieces cost us exactly $450. I've seen the same armoire on sell on Craig's list for $600. Just for the armoire, side towers not included. This is easily my favorite piece of furniture in the house. We have the armoire angled in the corner because it is way too big to fit in the "entertainment nook" the builder put in next to the fireplace. To quote my favorite blogger "&lt;a href="http://nestingplacenc.blogspot.com/2008/06/imperfectly-beautiful.html"&gt;It doesn't have to be perfect to be beautiful&lt;/a&gt;".&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Our fireplace is something else we both love about our house. Being in South Texas we clearly need a fireplace to get us through all the long, cold winter months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RcXSlcFCMnY/SOetAN68RyI/AAAAAAAAACU/y6bx4piH7qU/s1600-h/Fireplace.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253357709599459106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RcXSlcFCMnY/SOetAN68RyI/AAAAAAAAACU/y6bx4piH7qU/s320/Fireplace.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Doesn't our little Oxley look cozy resting on her little bed?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I hated our fireplace when we moved into our house. I hated it for the first year &amp;amp; half we lived here. I loved having a fireplace, but the way the mantle just floated a foot over the fireplace drove me nuts. Until I had the ingenious idea to fill in the blank a little bit with an uppercase living decal. I know I sound like a commercial, I swear I'm not getting paid to advertise it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The last item I will bore you with today is my coffee table.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RcXSlcFCMnY/SOetAFZ8laI/AAAAAAAAACc/PI1o9z14FPY/s1600-h/Living+Room+Coffee+Table.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253357707313583522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RcXSlcFCMnY/SOetAFZ8laI/AAAAAAAAACc/PI1o9z14FPY/s320/Living+Room+Coffee+Table.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I got that beautiful piece of beveled-edge glass from the folks. I got the wine racks at World Market and stained them to coordinate better with the other dark furniture pieces in the room. The coffee/wine table is the biggest discussion piece in our entire home, not a bad investment of $30. Best part, I can always volunteer to host a last minute happy hour for my girls without running to the store. Sadly I will have to put it away when the hubs &amp;amp; I decide to start reproducing, it's not sturdy enough for little chillun's to be running around it. Hopefully I'll be able to find a good home for it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;So that's our cheap living room...&lt;em&gt;Minus the rug I bought last weekend for $7.48. A bargain like that will require a post all of it's own. Not to mention, I'll have to get the camera out &amp;amp; take pictures of it, upload the pictures to the computer, etc, etc, etc. Blogging can be a complicated process&lt;/em&gt;....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;It took two years to get the living room to look this cute. If I had more money, it would have been done much sooner, but patience paid off. I love how the room looks. I love that we have quality pieces of furniture and didn't settle for cheap furniture that we didn't like just so we would have something to fill our room. I'm also glad we bought the pieces we did when we did. None of them are exactly what we would have picked out, but they are still beautiful and they all work very well together. I'm glad I won't be living in an empty space for the next few years while searching for the "perfect sofa".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4296208155630374023-7429992232700138282?l=halfpintaggie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halfpintaggie.blogspot.com/feeds/7429992232700138282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4296208155630374023&amp;postID=7429992232700138282' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296208155630374023/posts/default/7429992232700138282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296208155630374023/posts/default/7429992232700138282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halfpintaggie.blogspot.com/2008/10/our-cheap-living-room.html' title='Our cheap living room'/><author><name>Halfpint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10118633928135800238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RcXSlcFCMnY/SOuo9T7fGnI/AAAAAAAAAC4/Z43qAP-f784/S220/Peekaboo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RcXSlcFCMnY/SOeubaqpeHI/AAAAAAAAACk/DOS11O_eb0o/s72-c/Living+Room+from+Entry.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4296208155630374023.post-5416982123452383569</id><published>2008-10-02T14:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T15:00:36.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Very First Post!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RcXSlcFCMnY/SOVD9rYLV2I/AAAAAAAAABE/sH9H5aX0faI/s1600-h/Living+Room+from+Entry+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, so it's not really my very first post. I had another post that I deleted because it was so dorky. I have made an up-and-down vow that I will not delete this post before I reveal to at least one or two people that this blog exists.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime, I guess I should start by introducing myself...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RcXSlcFCMnY/SOVBoRXSmfI/AAAAAAAAAA8/PaMD5ENb1p4/s1600-h/Peekaboo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252676700509215218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RcXSlcFCMnY/SOVBoRXSmfI/AAAAAAAAAA8/PaMD5ENb1p4/s320/Peekaboo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, that's me for those of you on the inter-web who don't know me in real life. Here are a few facts about me:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been married to a wonderful man for almost 2 years.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love Jesus Christ &amp;amp; I hope that I glorify his name in my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have a sweet little dog named Oxley.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oxley is a girl. I know, I gave her a boy-ish name. I usually just call her Ox, which really doesn't help with the whole gender thing; when I want to girly it up, I call her "Oxley Sue" or "Oxley Jane" or whatever other girly-name pops into my head &amp;amp; out of my mouth at that given moment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have no kids. I hope to have kids someday, but someday is still far away as the whole "being responsible for another human life" thing still scares me half to death.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have always lived in the state of Texas and I cannot imagine living anywhere else.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went to A&amp;amp;M, WHOOP!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I enjoy decorating my house &amp;amp; helping friends decorate their homes. I even like to paint walls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love crafty stuff like sewing &amp;amp; cross-stitching.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shopping is one of my favorite things to do, I am a bargain shopper &amp;amp; I love the thrill of the hunt in getting a good deal. (I got a huge rug at Target last weekend for $7.48. I kid you not!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm a huge believer in living a debt free life. My husband &amp;amp; I are on the &lt;a href="http://www.daveramsey.com/"&gt;Dave Ramsey &lt;/a&gt;plan and we cannot wait to be completely debt free. All we have left is the student loan &amp;amp; the mortgages!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's a lot about me. I'm not terribly exciting. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4296208155630374023-5416982123452383569?l=halfpintaggie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halfpintaggie.blogspot.com/feeds/5416982123452383569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4296208155630374023&amp;postID=5416982123452383569' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296208155630374023/posts/default/5416982123452383569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296208155630374023/posts/default/5416982123452383569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halfpintaggie.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-very-first-post.html' title='My Very First Post!'/><author><name>Halfpint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10118633928135800238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RcXSlcFCMnY/SOuo9T7fGnI/AAAAAAAAAC4/Z43qAP-f784/S220/Peekaboo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RcXSlcFCMnY/SOVBoRXSmfI/AAAAAAAAAA8/PaMD5ENb1p4/s72-c/Peekaboo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
