<?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-7231082323345730477</id><updated>2011-08-22T09:07:05.391-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Hardins...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthehardins.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231082323345730477/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthehardins.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>ehardin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15388621875321596033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yjXb5SQIEaw/Sx_s5bK4o8I/AAAAAAAAIGU/IPYs3FDQbs4/S220/Michelle,+Me,+Tracy.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>98</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7231082323345730477.post-4210684933758111421</id><published>2011-02-28T09:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-28T09:38:36.709-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Logan's Project</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7231082323345730477-4210684933758111421?l=allthehardins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthehardins.blogspot.com/feeds/4210684933758111421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7231082323345730477&amp;postID=4210684933758111421&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231082323345730477/posts/default/4210684933758111421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231082323345730477/posts/default/4210684933758111421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthehardins.blogspot.com/2011/02/logans-project.html' title='Logan&apos;s Project'/><author><name>ehardin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15388621875321596033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yjXb5SQIEaw/Sx_s5bK4o8I/AAAAAAAAIGU/IPYs3FDQbs4/S220/Michelle,+Me,+Tracy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7231082323345730477.post-705720818307571953</id><published>2010-11-24T17:37:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-24T17:42:15.059-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Shutterfly</title><content type='html'>It's that time of year again when...out go the Christmas cards and income all the gorgeous pictures of families, kids and friends for the year.&lt;div&gt;I love getting cards and seeing how much people have changed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is one of my favorite times of year. I love getting the cards, checking the addresses and the excitement of what will be inside. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shutterfly is giving away 50 cards this years...which in these times...is a huge bonus!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now you can get 50 free cards to start bringing those smiles to your friends and family! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am so excited to get started and spread some Christmas joy and smiles!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now to go through and find a picture that we can all agree on! That could be a challenge! ha! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are some great links for you. Hope you have a wonderful Thanksgiving!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Droid Sans', arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(32, 32, 32); "&gt;&lt;p style="margin-left: 1.25in; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Symbol; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font: normal normal normal 7pt/normal 'Times New Roman'; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;Christmas photo cards&lt;/b&gt; to &lt;a href="http://www.shutterfly.com/cards-stationery/christmas-photo-cards" target="_blank" style="color: rgb(103, 117, 58); "&gt;http://www.shutterfly.com/&lt;wbr&gt;cards-stationery/christmas-&lt;wbr&gt;photo-cards&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-left: 1.25in; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Symbol; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;·&lt;span style="font: normal normal normal 7pt/normal 'Times New Roman'; "&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;holiday cards&lt;/b&gt; to &lt;a href="http://www.shutterfly.com/cards-stationery/holiday-cards" target="_blank" style="color: rgb(103, 117, 58); "&gt;http://www.shutterfly.com/&lt;wbr&gt;cards-stationery/holiday-cards&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-left: 1.25in; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Symbol; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;·&lt;span style="font: normal normal normal 7pt/normal 'Times New Roman'; "&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;photo calendars&lt;/b&gt; to &lt;a href="http://www.shutterfly.com/calendars" target="_blank" style="color: rgb(103, 117, 58); "&gt;http://www.shutterfly.com/&lt;wbr&gt;calendars&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-left: 1.25in; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Symbol; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;·&lt;span style="font: normal normal normal 7pt/normal 'Times New Roman'; "&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;birthday invitations&lt;/b&gt; to&lt;span style="color: rgb(31, 73, 125); "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.shutterfly.com/cards-stationery/birthday-invitations" target="_blank" style="color: rgb(103, 117, 58); "&gt;http://www.shutterfly.com/&lt;wbr&gt;cards-stationery/birthday-&lt;wbr&gt;invitations&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-left: 1.25in; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Symbol; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;·&lt;span style="font: normal normal normal 7pt/normal 'Times New Roman'; "&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;Christmas cards&lt;/b&gt; to &lt;a href="http://www.shutterfly.com/cards-stationery/christmas-cards" target="_blank" style="color: rgb(103, 117, 58); "&gt;http://www.shutterfly.com/&lt;wbr&gt;cards-stationery/christmas-&lt;wbr&gt;cards&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-left: 1.25in; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Symbol; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;·&lt;span style="font: normal normal normal 7pt/normal 'Times New Roman'; "&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;photo cards&lt;/b&gt; to &lt;a href="http://www.shutterfly.com/cards-stationery" target="_blank" style="color: rgb(103, 117, 58); "&gt;http://www.shutterfly.com/&lt;wbr&gt;cards-stationery&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-left: 1.25in; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Symbol; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;·&lt;span style="font: normal normal normal 7pt/normal 'Times New Roman'; "&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;graduation announcements &lt;/b&gt;to &lt;a href="http://www.shutterfly.com/cards-stationery/announcements/graduation-announcements" target="_blank" style="color: rgb(103, 117, 58); "&gt;http://www.shutterfly.com/&lt;wbr&gt;cards-stationery/&lt;wbr&gt;announcements/graduation-&lt;wbr&gt;announcements&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-left: 0.75in; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7231082323345730477-705720818307571953?l=allthehardins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthehardins.blogspot.com/feeds/705720818307571953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7231082323345730477&amp;postID=705720818307571953&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231082323345730477/posts/default/705720818307571953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231082323345730477/posts/default/705720818307571953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthehardins.blogspot.com/2010/11/shutterfly.html' title='Shutterfly'/><author><name>ehardin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15388621875321596033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yjXb5SQIEaw/Sx_s5bK4o8I/AAAAAAAAIGU/IPYs3FDQbs4/S220/Michelle,+Me,+Tracy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7231082323345730477.post-747585399181472459</id><published>2010-07-05T21:48:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T21:53:17.825-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ryan</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'courier new';color:#FFFF00;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ryan&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;You are such little bit of a girl. You are still so tiny but with such a big attitude. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;You love to do whatever your brothers and sisters are doing. all the time! It doesn't matter what it is ...you want to do it too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;You have such a sweet heart. You are so loving and just love to love. You love to snuggle. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;You are so little that you just fit right in where ever you snuggle up to. I love it! I wish i could just freeze you! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;You are so darn cute and you know it! And you know how to use it to your advantage too! and it usually works! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;I love just being able to love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;You are so special! I love how carefree you are! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'courier new';color:#FFCC00;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;We love you so much little girl!!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7231082323345730477-747585399181472459?l=allthehardins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthehardins.blogspot.com/feeds/747585399181472459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7231082323345730477&amp;postID=747585399181472459&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231082323345730477/posts/default/747585399181472459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231082323345730477/posts/default/747585399181472459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthehardins.blogspot.com/2010/07/ryan.html' title='Ryan'/><author><name>ehardin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15388621875321596033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yjXb5SQIEaw/Sx_s5bK4o8I/AAAAAAAAIGU/IPYs3FDQbs4/S220/Michelle,+Me,+Tracy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7231082323345730477.post-473824790743862030</id><published>2010-07-05T21:36:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T21:48:36.999-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Kannan!</title><content type='html'>Kannan, &lt;div&gt;I know I'm way behind on your birthday post ...but here it is none the less....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Miss Kannan,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I thought i had this parenting thing all figured out until you showed up on the scene.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You have always been you from day one! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No doubt about it...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You are fearless, confident, strong, happy, full of life, energetic, a leader (bossy:) ), sweet, caring, honest, capable and so much more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You have such a nurturing spirit. You love to play Mommy. You are a caregiver at your core. You love to take care of Ryan, to teach her, tend to her and any other kids around. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You love to play dress up and play Mommy. I love to hear you say you want to be a Mommy when you grow up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You are ALL girl! Dress up, make up, fashion, sass, hair, outfits, shopping all of it. all girl- all the way!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You have two emotions HAPPY- SAD. And we never have to wonder which you are. You are so  honest with your emotions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We never have to wonder what you are thinking because you tell us! :) Our joke is your husband will never have to wonder what you are thinking! ha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You confidence astounds me! You believe so much in yourself. (We have to work on humble sometimes) But I hope you always hold on to it!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kannan, you light up our life like the sun. You bring so much joy and energy to our life. I know God gave us to me to make me remember to take life to the fullest everyday!!! To be fearless. To be joyful! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You are amazing and we love you so much! I thank God for you every day! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Birthday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7231082323345730477-473824790743862030?l=allthehardins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthehardins.blogspot.com/feeds/473824790743862030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7231082323345730477&amp;postID=473824790743862030&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231082323345730477/posts/default/473824790743862030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231082323345730477/posts/default/473824790743862030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthehardins.blogspot.com/2010/07/kannan.html' title='Kannan!'/><author><name>ehardin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15388621875321596033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yjXb5SQIEaw/Sx_s5bK4o8I/AAAAAAAAIGU/IPYs3FDQbs4/S220/Michelle,+Me,+Tracy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7231082323345730477.post-6049343484506936723</id><published>2010-07-05T21:34:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T21:36:16.841-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey, I Do Have a Blog...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;So, It's been a while. A long while. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I have some catching up to do...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;So i will try to do better with keeping up. With moving and all i just let it slide.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Mostly Facebook took over. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;But, I do need to keep up better to document our life. I know I will appreciate it one day. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7231082323345730477-6049343484506936723?l=allthehardins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthehardins.blogspot.com/feeds/6049343484506936723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7231082323345730477&amp;postID=6049343484506936723&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231082323345730477/posts/default/6049343484506936723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231082323345730477/posts/default/6049343484506936723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthehardins.blogspot.com/2010/07/hey-i-do-have-blog.html' title='Hey, I Do Have a Blog...'/><author><name>ehardin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15388621875321596033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yjXb5SQIEaw/Sx_s5bK4o8I/AAAAAAAAIGU/IPYs3FDQbs4/S220/Michelle,+Me,+Tracy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7231082323345730477.post-7182241297538834112</id><published>2009-12-09T12:30:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T12:30:18.178-06:00</updated><title type='text'>more</title><content type='html'>Heres another chance to win.!!&lt;br /&gt;http://kellyskornerreviews.blogspot.com/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7231082323345730477-7182241297538834112?l=allthehardins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthehardins.blogspot.com/feeds/7182241297538834112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7231082323345730477&amp;postID=7182241297538834112&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231082323345730477/posts/default/7182241297538834112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231082323345730477/posts/default/7182241297538834112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthehardins.blogspot.com/2009/12/more.html' title='more'/><author><name>ehardin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15388621875321596033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yjXb5SQIEaw/Sx_s5bK4o8I/AAAAAAAAIGU/IPYs3FDQbs4/S220/Michelle,+Me,+Tracy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7231082323345730477.post-3360211447023616763</id><published>2009-12-09T10:29:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T10:30:38.638-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Super cool give away!</title><content type='html'>http://mckgiveaways.blogspot.com/2009/12/hp-touchsmart-giveaway.html#disqus_thread&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good luck guys. Hoping I win though... :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7231082323345730477-3360211447023616763?l=allthehardins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthehardins.blogspot.com/feeds/3360211447023616763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7231082323345730477&amp;postID=3360211447023616763&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231082323345730477/posts/default/3360211447023616763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231082323345730477/posts/default/3360211447023616763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthehardins.blogspot.com/2009/12/super-cool-give-away.html' title='Super cool give away!'/><author><name>ehardin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15388621875321596033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yjXb5SQIEaw/Sx_s5bK4o8I/AAAAAAAAIGU/IPYs3FDQbs4/S220/Michelle,+Me,+Tracy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7231082323345730477.post-1448406903908371413</id><published>2009-12-01T19:55:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T19:56:41.214-06:00</updated><title type='text'>freebies and good gift ideas...</title><content type='html'>This is a great website with lots of great freebies and good Christmas ideas.&lt;br /&gt;I have really had a good time getting goodies in the mail! Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;http://www.freesamplefreak.com/HolidayGiftGuide/jorg-gray-presidential-watch-2/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The button is on here too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7231082323345730477-1448406903908371413?l=allthehardins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthehardins.blogspot.com/feeds/1448406903908371413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7231082323345730477&amp;postID=1448406903908371413&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231082323345730477/posts/default/1448406903908371413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231082323345730477/posts/default/1448406903908371413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthehardins.blogspot.com/2009/12/freebies-and-good-gift-ideas.html' title='freebies and good gift ideas...'/><author><name>ehardin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15388621875321596033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yjXb5SQIEaw/Sx_s5bK4o8I/AAAAAAAAIGU/IPYs3FDQbs4/S220/Michelle,+Me,+Tracy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7231082323345730477.post-2325839397658123151</id><published>2009-10-23T09:05:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T09:06:36.166-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Valleys</title><content type='html'>http://www.incourage.me/2009/10/mountains-and-valleys.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is how I feel about our move. I have much more to write about our move, but this is a glimpse.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7231082323345730477-2325839397658123151?l=allthehardins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthehardins.blogspot.com/feeds/2325839397658123151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7231082323345730477&amp;postID=2325839397658123151&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231082323345730477/posts/default/2325839397658123151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231082323345730477/posts/default/2325839397658123151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthehardins.blogspot.com/2009/10/valleys.html' title='The Valleys'/><author><name>ehardin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15388621875321596033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yjXb5SQIEaw/Sx_s5bK4o8I/AAAAAAAAIGU/IPYs3FDQbs4/S220/Michelle,+Me,+Tracy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7231082323345730477.post-5892823069802061143</id><published>2009-10-19T14:34:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T14:34:28.058-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bon Jovi Widget</title><content type='html'>&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://widgets.clearspring.com/o/4aca4a1074c730b7/4adcbf42ac235672/4adcbea8c8249921/47fc02aa/widget.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7231082323345730477-5892823069802061143?l=allthehardins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthehardins.blogspot.com/feeds/5892823069802061143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7231082323345730477&amp;postID=5892823069802061143&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231082323345730477/posts/default/5892823069802061143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231082323345730477/posts/default/5892823069802061143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthehardins.blogspot.com/2009/10/bon-jovi-widget.html' title='Bon Jovi Widget'/><author><name>ehardin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15388621875321596033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yjXb5SQIEaw/Sx_s5bK4o8I/AAAAAAAAIGU/IPYs3FDQbs4/S220/Michelle,+Me,+Tracy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7231082323345730477.post-1391983826685262751</id><published>2009-07-20T15:15:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T15:20:23.938-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Quiet Time</title><content type='html'>What's that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As of late, my life still remains in a whirlwind. I pured my heart out the other day to my dear friend Angela. She always make me feel better. I told her how I was struggling in many areas and finding that quiet time was one of them. Of course after 2 hours on the phone I felt better and felt understood.&lt;br /&gt;She sent me this link today and it really sums up our conversation. Of course, we were not quite this elegant, and well spoken...but we got to the point as only two good girlfriends could. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.chattingatthesky.com/2009/07/20/the-year-i-didnt-have-a-quiet-time/"&gt;http://www.chattingatthesky.com/2009/07/20/the-year-i-didnt-have-a-quiet-time/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for always being there for me Angela!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7231082323345730477-1391983826685262751?l=allthehardins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthehardins.blogspot.com/feeds/1391983826685262751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7231082323345730477&amp;postID=1391983826685262751&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231082323345730477/posts/default/1391983826685262751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231082323345730477/posts/default/1391983826685262751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthehardins.blogspot.com/2009/07/quiet-time.html' title='Quiet Time'/><author><name>ehardin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15388621875321596033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yjXb5SQIEaw/Sx_s5bK4o8I/AAAAAAAAIGU/IPYs3FDQbs4/S220/Michelle,+Me,+Tracy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7231082323345730477.post-8016375636161101604</id><published>2009-07-13T17:36:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T17:45:17.035-05:00</updated><title type='text'>confirmation</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I know we must be in God's will because everywhere I turn today, there was another test...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Actually makes me feel better knowing even though I feel attacked right now, I am so where God wants me to be...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Nice!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7231082323345730477-8016375636161101604?l=allthehardins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthehardins.blogspot.com/feeds/8016375636161101604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7231082323345730477&amp;postID=8016375636161101604&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231082323345730477/posts/default/8016375636161101604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231082323345730477/posts/default/8016375636161101604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthehardins.blogspot.com/2009/07/confirmation.html' title='confirmation'/><author><name>ehardin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15388621875321596033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yjXb5SQIEaw/Sx_s5bK4o8I/AAAAAAAAIGU/IPYs3FDQbs4/S220/Michelle,+Me,+Tracy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7231082323345730477.post-2326412718948331241</id><published>2009-06-18T10:50:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T10:50:30.889-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Grab a Tissue</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.mysanantonio.com/videos/en/?bctid=25329763001"&gt;http://www.mysanantonio.com/videos/en/?bctid=25329763001&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7231082323345730477-2326412718948331241?l=allthehardins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthehardins.blogspot.com/feeds/2326412718948331241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7231082323345730477&amp;postID=2326412718948331241&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231082323345730477/posts/default/2326412718948331241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231082323345730477/posts/default/2326412718948331241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthehardins.blogspot.com/2009/06/grab-tissue.html' title='Grab a Tissue'/><author><name>ehardin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15388621875321596033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yjXb5SQIEaw/Sx_s5bK4o8I/AAAAAAAAIGU/IPYs3FDQbs4/S220/Michelle,+Me,+Tracy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7231082323345730477.post-1042844215023456823</id><published>2009-06-01T08:59:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T09:56:51.649-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleepless Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;this is a long one. But I have to  write all these thoughts out. Thanks for listening&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO, I was just casually hanging out on &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt; last night after the kids went down and I was waiting for Trey to get home.&lt;br /&gt;There has been this guy, not sure who he is but I think I went to school with him, posting all these status updates about,"Repent, or burn in eternal hell." and on and on...&lt;br /&gt;So many times I have wanted say something to him. I just felt he was so full of judgement and condemnation. It was really bothering me.&lt;br /&gt;For a few days now, he kept posting this video called "The Fire". I did not watch it. I had no interest. Well, he popped up on my chat last night and asked if I had watched it. Weird. I said no, but I would later, so I did. I was his cousin angrily speaking to Christians about burning in hell and if we sin even though we are Christians that we will loose our salvation. If we say a cuss word, or watch a movie with nudity, or ....(insert list of mistakes and poor choices), that we will burn in hell. It went on for 12 minutes. It was a very angry video. I really was shocked. I just sat in front of the screen in shock. I really couldn't gather my thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;I told him I disagreed with his video and once you have accepted the gift of salvation you can not loose it by making a mistake. If that was his belief what would be the point of salvation anyway?&lt;br /&gt;Someone else chimed in, that you could loose it and that it was in the bible. My head was spinning. I went and grabbed my bible. I could not turn the pages fast enough. I couldn't get my thought patterns together to find the verses I needed. The truth. I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;facebooked&lt;/span&gt; my uncle who is a pastor, and my former pastor. No one got back with me fast enough. I was just scrambling.&lt;br /&gt;In that moment, I realized how naive I can be. I have such a circle of friends who are believers and I take such great comfort in that. I am failing because I am not in my suit of armor(&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Eph&lt;/span&gt; 6:10-17) , ready for battle daily. The battle for biblical truth. I was so unprepared, so caught off guard, so knocked off balance. I knew the truth, but couldn't gather it fast enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say when a plane crashes or other disasters happen and you hear about the "hero stories" that there is a reason those "heroes" react the way they do. There is a chemical in their brain that makes them react quickly, calmly and saves lives because of it. They are extremely focused under pressure. In the Navy Seal program they do test to detect this chemical as part of their testing. They want the best, most efficient, prepared people in the program ready for what ever is presented in front of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the rest of us, they say when you get on a plane, in a car, whatever-whenever the situation might be, to rehearse the scene in your head. If your on a plane, imagine what you would do if the plane was going down. Where are the exits, how do you open the doors, where are your kids, how many rows(count them as you walk down the plane) are you from the exit. Etc ...&lt;br /&gt;Reason- your brain goes into survival mode. If a disaster or accident happens the brain searches for "a file" a memory, a previous experience to reference. Think about a search on the computer. It just goes over and over, circling, searching, searching...well, if you have nothing to reference or recall, no file, your body will not react. Therefore you panic, go into to shock and freeze. You can not move or think of what to do next.&lt;br /&gt;That's where I was. I had not equipped my brain to react to the given situation. I had no file ready to extract. It was not embedded on my internal &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;hard drive&lt;/span&gt;. I did not have anything ready to reference. I had not gotten myself ready for that days situation presenting itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was just casually thinking, "oh well, If you believe your a Christian, then you believe what I know is truth. La la la la la la.. " I was not ready. I was so frustrated with myself. I was frozen.&lt;br /&gt;This debate with this man went on for a bit. I found the scriptures I was searching for :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These things I have written to you who believe in the Son of God, in order that you may know that you have eternal life.(1 John 5:13)&lt;br /&gt;Romans 8:38-39 "For I am convinced that neither death, nor life, nor angels, nor principalities, nor things present, nor things to come, nor powers, nor height, nor depth, nor any other created thing, shall be able to separate us from the love of God, which is in Christ Jesus our Lord."&lt;br /&gt;John 10:29, Jesus tells us "And I give eternal life to them; and they shall never perish, and no one shall snatch them out of My hand. My Father, who has given them to Me, is greater than all; and no one is able to snatch them out of the Father's hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I posted those verses. He came back with a couple of his own and so did his friend.&lt;br /&gt;This man and his friend were taking a few scriptures held alone and not the whole bible as a complete work.&lt;br /&gt;I felt convicted not continue on with him. Then his final post he asked about Marilyn Manson! Apparently he(&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;manson&lt;/span&gt;) claims he was once a Christian. This man asks me, "if someone who is a Christian, denies Christ, and spews blasphemy daily is still saved?' gracious.&lt;br /&gt;At that point, I just told him I could not speak for Marilyn Manson, only for myself. I told him that I could only live by what I knew as truth and what I believed. That I would lay my head down tonight and sleep well for the rest of my life knowing where I was going one day. Then told him I hope he had a good night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I didn't sleep well. I was so sad for this man. I can not imagine living my life thinking when (not if) I make a mistake, my Lord would turn his back on me and take back what He has given me. Does this man not believe in grace, forgiveness, mercy? I know when(not if!) I make a mistake I can turn to my God and asks forgiveness and He is there. Always. I was so sad, that this man does not have that peace.&lt;br /&gt;The questions just swirled in my head. How does he live like that? How do you witness to someone? Does he tell them,"oh your saved today, but watch out! You might not be tomorrow" what does he tell his children? How does that bring peace? How is that life changing? How is that a promise? The questions just kept coming. The frustation with myself kept coming. Why didn't explain that we all still have free will? Why didn't I explain how many people who are saved loose their way, but God will forgive if they ask? Why didn't i add this and that scripture? Why didn't I explain the relationship the Lord wants to have with us, not punish us?&lt;br /&gt;I prayed so hard for that man. I prayed hard for myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so grateful for a loving God that Saved me even when I didn't deserve. I will never be good enough. I will never be perfect or get it all right. But, I can rest my head knowing I will be with Him one day and have an eternal life. I hope that each and everyone of you have the peace I have. If not, contact me or someone today and ask to talk. Reach out. It is real and truth!!! It is eternal life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7231082323345730477-1042844215023456823?l=allthehardins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthehardins.blogspot.com/feeds/1042844215023456823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7231082323345730477&amp;postID=1042844215023456823&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231082323345730477/posts/default/1042844215023456823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231082323345730477/posts/default/1042844215023456823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthehardins.blogspot.com/2009/06/sleepless-night.html' title='Sleepless Night'/><author><name>ehardin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15388621875321596033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yjXb5SQIEaw/Sx_s5bK4o8I/AAAAAAAAIGU/IPYs3FDQbs4/S220/Michelle,+Me,+Tracy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7231082323345730477.post-3946296403897850074</id><published>2009-05-07T11:49:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T12:22:20.445-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Better Late Than Never...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yjXb5SQIEaw/SgMXWufJuQI/AAAAAAAAD08/weXP8bRMmLM/s1600-h/January+2009+178.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333132062940051714" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yjXb5SQIEaw/SgMXWufJuQI/AAAAAAAAD08/weXP8bRMmLM/s320/January+2009+178.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yjXb5SQIEaw/SgMXWd-eIeI/AAAAAAAAD00/iVZ4Gl6Y4mI/s1600-h/100_7210.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333132058508009954" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yjXb5SQIEaw/SgMXWd-eIeI/AAAAAAAAD00/iVZ4Gl6Y4mI/s320/100_7210.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yjXb5SQIEaw/SgMW5XQHmsI/AAAAAAAAD0s/1mHG5AWRksY/s1600-h/100_7371.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333131558486776514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yjXb5SQIEaw/SgMW5XQHmsI/AAAAAAAAD0s/1mHG5AWRksY/s320/100_7371.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The past week has been so strange and crazy and amongst the chaos, my sweet Ryan turned 2!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;so, late but done, here is her birthday post. (&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ps) I don't know what's up with my pics. They were right  when I edited them...piff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Ryan,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Sweet, sweet Ryan that's what you are...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;You are the most affectionate, loving precious little girl. You love to be loved on and to love on others. Ever since you learned how, you have given the best hugs. You give your love so deeply. You hold nothing back. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;You are so dainty and teeny still. You are just a little bit of a girl , but you have such a big attitude. Not big like Kannan, much different. You love to be right in the middle of what ever is going on. You have no fear or understanding that you are only 2 and how little you are. " uh, i dooo!" ( i want to do it) it what is most often heard. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;You are just starting to challenge me. That is earlier than you brother and sisters, they waited until 3. I am hoping that doesn't mean it will last longer, but only be over sooner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I have had a favorite body part with all of you. Logan was her tiny feet, mainly her heel. It was just so little. Caden was his little bald head. It smelled just like Daddy's. Kannan was her rolls. Mainly her wrist. She was so chubby. Yours is your hands. You have the sweetest little girl hands. They are just so small and perfect. I love when I am getting you out of the car and you put your arms around me and give my a big hug. The best part of my day is when I am putting you to bed and I feel you little hands on my back, softly patting me as I sing you your special song goodnight. The soft pat , pat , pat, is the best. I could hold your hand all day long. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;You are such a joy and I could go on and on. Your personality is exploding and growing more and more everyday. Your language is really growing. Your talking much better than the other kids did at your age. It's hard to get a word in edge wise around here! You had to learn quick. Your not afraid to stand up for yourself or fight for what you want. You are so sensitive at the same time. If anyone has hurt feelings or is hurt you are the first with a hug and "na-eee" (sorry) Whether you did something or not you apologize. too cute. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I love you little girl.,.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;You are a true joy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7231082323345730477-3946296403897850074?l=allthehardins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthehardins.blogspot.com/feeds/3946296403897850074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7231082323345730477&amp;postID=3946296403897850074&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231082323345730477/posts/default/3946296403897850074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231082323345730477/posts/default/3946296403897850074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthehardins.blogspot.com/2009/05/better-late-than-never.html' title='Better Late Than Never...'/><author><name>ehardin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15388621875321596033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yjXb5SQIEaw/Sx_s5bK4o8I/AAAAAAAAIGU/IPYs3FDQbs4/S220/Michelle,+Me,+Tracy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yjXb5SQIEaw/SgMXWufJuQI/AAAAAAAAD08/weXP8bRMmLM/s72-c/January+2009+178.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7231082323345730477.post-4864638816155276242</id><published>2009-04-29T11:22:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T11:25:07.594-05:00</updated><title type='text'>WOW!</title><content type='html'>You have to see these amazing rooms. I need to go get some paint now...as my head is flooded with ideas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://themagicbrushinc.blogspot.com/2009/04/cheap-thrills-decor.html"&gt;http://themagicbrushinc.blogspot.com/2009/04/cheap-thrills-decor.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7231082323345730477-4864638816155276242?l=allthehardins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthehardins.blogspot.com/feeds/4864638816155276242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7231082323345730477&amp;postID=4864638816155276242&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231082323345730477/posts/default/4864638816155276242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231082323345730477/posts/default/4864638816155276242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthehardins.blogspot.com/2009/04/wow.html' title='WOW!'/><author><name>ehardin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15388621875321596033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yjXb5SQIEaw/Sx_s5bK4o8I/AAAAAAAAIGU/IPYs3FDQbs4/S220/Michelle,+Me,+Tracy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7231082323345730477.post-4048378765476461104</id><published>2009-04-13T17:11:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T17:42:39.164-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Curve Balls and Left Field</title><content type='html'>Well, as you can tell from my blog postings, Houston has not been quite what I had expected. I actually have really hated it and had a horrible attitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really thought that when we pulled in with our enormous moving truck, all the neighbors would be greeting us with warm pies and fresh cookies, so happy to have us in their neighborhood. That the kids would just transition "like butta", smooth and easy, have the best teachers and we would all love the school. I thought I would have all these fantastic friends and just jump right in the game at church. I thought Treys job was going to be better hours, better pay and not so stressful on our home life. I thought all the pieces were just going to fall into place. mmmmm....not so much. None of those things happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been such a bumpy, and sometimes, dark road. It was not the fan-fair and calm I had anticipated. But, of course, God knew that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been a lot of turmoil for me. I have been miserable and felt my like whole world was turned upside down. I knew moving would be hard, but this was not what I had in mind. After all, we had been prayerful. We had heard. We had been obedient. We had. So, in my mind, it was supposed to go another way than what it has.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have never doubted following and obeying. I didn't understand some of the things that were happening but I KNEW that. I knew God brought us here, not for forsake us (Hebrews13:5) but to grow us, change us. Man, growing pains hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, as you could tell from my lack of posting(not that I posted tons,but still) I felt this need amongst the chaos to get still. First, I shut down for a while. Then, I began to just be calm. The calm after the storm, I think. I had to get centered, stop thinking, and listen. I didn't talk to my friends on the phone. My mom kept emailing asking if I was OK. I just went still. It was nice. Then began to pray,"I just want what You want." "I just want what You want." Those were the only words I could express. It's all that would come.  Over and over and over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then slowly the whispered answers slowly were placed in my heart. Still I listened and remained silent. I needed to make sure I had clarity and no confusion over what I was feeling and hearing. I talked minimally to Trey about it too. Only Him. Just the two of us. An intimate conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was such a calm anticipation to what I was hearing. It seemed too much.&lt;br /&gt;How God? How can that possibly be? How will that work? What about? What if? When?&lt;br /&gt;I am. It can through Me. It will work My way. I have that. Only step 1 for now. I have it all. Just wait. All you have to do is take the first step. Trust Me. Believe Me.&lt;br /&gt;SO, drum roll please....................................................................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to school and I am going to start working. I am going to get my Real Estate License! I start Saturday and I am taking weekend classes. I am really excited about this. To say this is out of left field, and I felt like I was thrown a total curve ball,  is an understatement!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can tell you honestly, I thought He moved me here to home school my kids. I would have bet money on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could never done this had He not cleaned out my heart and gotten all the junk out of the way. I was torn down emotionally, only to cry out and need Him desperately and want His ways above mine. I would take the rain all over again, and again, and again. Jesus bring the rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has put this in front of me and I am going to reach out and touch the scepter He has extended.(for those Esther fans!) I will take the next step in faith, because I can not see how He has all the details( my kids, mainly the little girls, my time, my insecurities, etc, etc,)worked out.&lt;br /&gt;I can not even verbalize the excitement I have right now!!!!!!! I am so thrilled to see what He has planned for me.&lt;br /&gt;I am excited to go back to school. I am excited to have some time to myself at school! I am excited to be in an exciting work environment. I am excited at what the opportunity for another income will do for our family. But that's all the future.&lt;br /&gt;Saturday is my first class. Next step. Step 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLAY BALL!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7231082323345730477-4048378765476461104?l=allthehardins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthehardins.blogspot.com/feeds/4048378765476461104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7231082323345730477&amp;postID=4048378765476461104&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231082323345730477/posts/default/4048378765476461104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231082323345730477/posts/default/4048378765476461104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthehardins.blogspot.com/2009/04/curve-balls-and-left-field.html' title='Curve Balls and Left Field'/><author><name>ehardin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15388621875321596033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yjXb5SQIEaw/Sx_s5bK4o8I/AAAAAAAAIGU/IPYs3FDQbs4/S220/Michelle,+Me,+Tracy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7231082323345730477.post-3115534808106618531</id><published>2009-03-27T16:50:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T16:50:26.877-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Can I get an Amen?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://junecleaverafterasix-pack.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://junecleaverafterasix-pack.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7231082323345730477-3115534808106618531?l=allthehardins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthehardins.blogspot.com/feeds/3115534808106618531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7231082323345730477&amp;postID=3115534808106618531&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231082323345730477/posts/default/3115534808106618531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231082323345730477/posts/default/3115534808106618531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthehardins.blogspot.com/2009/03/can-i-get-amen.html' title='Can I get an Amen?'/><author><name>ehardin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15388621875321596033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yjXb5SQIEaw/Sx_s5bK4o8I/AAAAAAAAIGU/IPYs3FDQbs4/S220/Michelle,+Me,+Tracy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7231082323345730477.post-7637109426066857690</id><published>2009-03-25T12:31:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T12:32:17.116-05:00</updated><title type='text'>keep praying</title><content type='html'>see side button..&lt;br /&gt;please keep praying. My heart is breaking. He just went into V-tach...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7231082323345730477-7637109426066857690?l=allthehardins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthehardins.blogspot.com/feeds/7637109426066857690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7231082323345730477&amp;postID=7637109426066857690&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231082323345730477/posts/default/7637109426066857690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231082323345730477/posts/default/7637109426066857690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthehardins.blogspot.com/2009/03/keep-praying.html' title='keep praying'/><author><name>ehardin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15388621875321596033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yjXb5SQIEaw/Sx_s5bK4o8I/AAAAAAAAIGU/IPYs3FDQbs4/S220/Michelle,+Me,+Tracy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7231082323345730477.post-5362404733077914265</id><published>2009-03-23T19:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T19:07:54.328-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Caden Edward Hardin</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yjXb5SQIEaw/ScgkVg5D7XI/AAAAAAAADMw/BuGYifwzj9w/s1600-h/100_7492.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yjXb5SQIEaw/ScgkVg5D7XI/AAAAAAAADMw/BuGYifwzj9w/s320/100_7492.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yjXb5SQIEaw/ScgkWZMP5bI/AAAAAAAADM4/-_oi2GYUO4A/s1600-h/100_7497.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yjXb5SQIEaw/ScgkWZMP5bI/AAAAAAAADM4/-_oi2GYUO4A/s320/100_7497.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; What can I say about you?&lt;br /&gt;You have added so much to my life. I have always heard the saying," Daddy's girls and Momma's boys."&lt;br /&gt;I would say it's true!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yjXb5SQIEaw/ScgkWaFiHTI/AAAAAAAADNA/9RjoCkmQY_s/s1600-h/100_7502.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yjXb5SQIEaw/ScgkWaFiHTI/AAAAAAAADNA/9RjoCkmQY_s/s320/100_7502.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; You are for sure my Longhorn Fan! No doubt about it.&lt;br /&gt;You are a man of few words, like your Dad. You are a natural athlete like him too. You have so many of his characteristics. You are humble, sensitive, caring , stubborn, easily hurt, and quiet. When push comes to shove you will let your feeling be known though.&lt;br /&gt;You are easy going, and takes things as they come and you do not complain too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am told you look like me. I guess that's true, but you are awfully handsome. Your eyes sparkle when you smile. And your smile lights up a room.&lt;br /&gt;You are so funny when you get tickled about something and get the giggles and can't stop laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yjXb5SQIEaw/ScgkWnI0psI/AAAAAAAADNI/bUkETMzSAc4/s1600-h/January+2009+187.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yjXb5SQIEaw/ScgkWnI0psI/AAAAAAAADNI/bUkETMzSAc4/s320/January+2009+187.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Caden, I still remember the day you were born and holding you in my arms. I was so excited to have a son. You were so handsome even then.You were such a pretty baby.&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could have one more of those days. They went way too fast.&lt;br /&gt;You have grown into such a neat young man and I am  so excited to see what God has in store for the rest of your life.&lt;br /&gt;You are amazing and I love you with all I have!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you Buddy Boy!&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:LEFT'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7231082323345730477-5362404733077914265?l=allthehardins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthehardins.blogspot.com/feeds/5362404733077914265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7231082323345730477&amp;postID=5362404733077914265&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231082323345730477/posts/default/5362404733077914265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231082323345730477/posts/default/5362404733077914265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthehardins.blogspot.com/2009/03/caden-edward-hardin.html' title='Caden Edward Hardin'/><author><name>ehardin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15388621875321596033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yjXb5SQIEaw/Sx_s5bK4o8I/AAAAAAAAIGU/IPYs3FDQbs4/S220/Michelle,+Me,+Tracy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yjXb5SQIEaw/ScgkVg5D7XI/AAAAAAAADMw/BuGYifwzj9w/s72-c/100_7492.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7231082323345730477.post-5299224895003763786</id><published>2009-03-23T18:46:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T18:48:24.843-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pray! Pray! Pray!</title><content type='html'>Please pray for this family and this sweet baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mycharmingkids.net/"&gt;http://www.mycharmingkids.net/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can read the background story from their buttton on the sidebar too.&lt;br /&gt;God has already performed one miracle. Praying for another...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7231082323345730477-5299224895003763786?l=allthehardins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthehardins.blogspot.com/feeds/5299224895003763786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7231082323345730477&amp;postID=5299224895003763786&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231082323345730477/posts/default/5299224895003763786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231082323345730477/posts/default/5299224895003763786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthehardins.blogspot.com/2009/03/pray-pray-pray.html' title='Pray! Pray! Pray!'/><author><name>ehardin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15388621875321596033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yjXb5SQIEaw/Sx_s5bK4o8I/AAAAAAAAIGU/IPYs3FDQbs4/S220/Michelle,+Me,+Tracy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7231082323345730477.post-3871624756375498265</id><published>2009-02-25T12:59:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T13:03:37.872-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleep</title><content type='html'>It's funny how you don't  notice how much you enjoy sleep until you don't get it.&lt;br /&gt;I haven't really slept in about 2 weeks. I feel like I am constantly awake.&lt;br /&gt;When I do sleep in a small section of time, one of the kids comes in. Lately it's been Kannan. EVERYNIGHT! I am almost to the point of flipping her door lock around and locking her in there, expect I just put Ryan in there and the screams could bother her just a little. Then I would have two of them up, and then the reality is probably  all 4 would be up at that point.&lt;br /&gt;But that wouldn't be any different than last night!!! HONESTLY!&lt;br /&gt;whose kids are these and where did mine go? aren't they supposed to sleep through the night by age 10!&lt;br /&gt;sheesh!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7231082323345730477-3871624756375498265?l=allthehardins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthehardins.blogspot.com/feeds/3871624756375498265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7231082323345730477&amp;postID=3871624756375498265&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231082323345730477/posts/default/3871624756375498265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231082323345730477/posts/default/3871624756375498265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthehardins.blogspot.com/2009/02/sleep.html' title='Sleep'/><author><name>ehardin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15388621875321596033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yjXb5SQIEaw/Sx_s5bK4o8I/AAAAAAAAIGU/IPYs3FDQbs4/S220/Michelle,+Me,+Tracy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7231082323345730477.post-8836754492129909096</id><published>2009-02-24T12:16:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T12:19:52.893-06:00</updated><title type='text'>stronger</title><content type='html'>ahhh...&lt;br /&gt;Felling better and stronger. Funny how when you let God lead things tend to calm down. When you let him be your focus, other things balance out and your not so distracted by them..&lt;br /&gt;You would think I could remember that!!!&lt;br /&gt;It feels good to have a calmer few days.&lt;br /&gt;Helps when you realize you were taking way too much of your thyroid supplement and it was making you feel like poop too and emotional!&lt;br /&gt;I date night also helps, and when your man tells you that he thinks you look better today than you did when you first met. Good one HUH???!!!&lt;br /&gt;Loving this week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7231082323345730477-8836754492129909096?l=allthehardins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthehardins.blogspot.com/feeds/8836754492129909096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7231082323345730477&amp;postID=8836754492129909096&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231082323345730477/posts/default/8836754492129909096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231082323345730477/posts/default/8836754492129909096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthehardins.blogspot.com/2009/02/stronger.html' title='stronger'/><author><name>ehardin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15388621875321596033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yjXb5SQIEaw/Sx_s5bK4o8I/AAAAAAAAIGU/IPYs3FDQbs4/S220/Michelle,+Me,+Tracy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7231082323345730477.post-8767527135535784339</id><published>2009-02-20T12:02:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T12:27:56.427-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I told ME so....</title><content type='html'>I knew , what I knew, what I knew...then I did it anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I told myself I was doing good and could handle it, but no, I couldn't and can't. I knew the truth, my truth, but listened to the seduction anyway.&lt;br /&gt;For me, surface isn't good enough. I felt like it was all surface relationship stuff. I just don't process that well. I am not good at just little chit-chat things. I am deep! What I mean is, I just relate better within deep relationships. I am steadier with that kind of relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anything can become a stronghold. Movies, TV, sex, money, food, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;facebook&lt;/span&gt;, relationships, people, worrying, fear, anything. It's all different for all people and this was becoming one of mine(of many). It was in my way. IN my way of focusing on what the Lord was trying to say and do in my life. It was my way of not sitting still long enough to listen.&lt;br /&gt;I was substituting my lack of friendships and fellowship here in Houston with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;FB&lt;/span&gt;. A verse jumped out at me this week and I have it everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 Corinthians 10:5&lt;br /&gt;We demolish arguments and every pretension that sets itself up against &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;knowledge&lt;/span&gt; of God, and we take captive every thought to make it obedient to Christ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO, I have to set it aside.&lt;br /&gt;Refocus on what He is doing.&lt;br /&gt;I feel better. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ahhh&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;Who knows, there may come a time when it is OK for me.&lt;br /&gt;It's kind of like food. Food in it self is fine. Bite here, bite there, fine. Overindulge causes big problems. For most people food is just meal. For others in consumes their life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it interesting, what someone can just do casually without distraction, causes another to stumble. I look at other people and often wonder,"Why can't i just do that?" or "I could never have that in my life." But for them it's just there.&lt;br /&gt;It really blows my mind how God knows every area to the smallest detail, even something as stupid as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;FB&lt;/span&gt;,  that he wants to work on us. He knows every stronghold from the biggest to the smallest. And so does Satan! It's all so individualized. So personal. So deep.&lt;br /&gt;It's so powerful, to be able to learn and grow from what hold us back. I stand in awe today and humbled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will see what I trip over next week!!! (wink)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7231082323345730477-8767527135535784339?l=allthehardins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthehardins.blogspot.com/feeds/8767527135535784339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7231082323345730477&amp;postID=8767527135535784339&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231082323345730477/posts/default/8767527135535784339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231082323345730477/posts/default/8767527135535784339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthehardins.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-told-me-so.html' title='I told ME so....'/><author><name>ehardin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15388621875321596033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yjXb5SQIEaw/Sx_s5bK4o8I/AAAAAAAAIGU/IPYs3FDQbs4/S220/Michelle,+Me,+Tracy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7231082323345730477.post-8601506023547685438</id><published>2009-02-18T13:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T13:31:18.861-06:00</updated><title type='text'>random 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yjXb5SQIEaw/SZxiBHN2YYI/AAAAAAAADLg/LqDQcyMeRDU/s1600-h/January+2009+083.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yjXb5SQIEaw/SZxiBHN2YYI/AAAAAAAADLg/LqDQcyMeRDU/s320/January+2009+083.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  It wouldn't upload all my stuff  together for some reason...&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I made this for my mom. It was an old pic $6 from Goodwill. I mod-poged (?)&lt;br /&gt;the pics on there after cutting them out. Cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yjXb5SQIEaw/SZxiBZVAXEI/AAAAAAAADLo/96bpwaS0uX0/s1600-h/January+2009+089.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yjXb5SQIEaw/SZxiBZVAXEI/AAAAAAAADLo/96bpwaS0uX0/s320/January+2009+089.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Trey saw my moms and thought it was for us and loved it, so I made one for his bday. Again, $4 frame ...to cute&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yjXb5SQIEaw/SZxiBT6KheI/AAAAAAAADLw/cZr4MJBu9nE/s1600-h/January+2009+095.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yjXb5SQIEaw/SZxiBT6KheI/AAAAAAAADLw/cZr4MJBu9nE/s320/January+2009+095.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Make your own pizza night for Dad's bday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yjXb5SQIEaw/SZxiBhJV__I/AAAAAAAADL4/zhu6v8_wtTE/s1600-h/January+2009+178.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yjXb5SQIEaw/SZxiBhJV__I/AAAAAAAADL4/zhu6v8_wtTE/s320/January+2009+178.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  precious&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:LEFT'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7231082323345730477-8601506023547685438?l=allthehardins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthehardins.blogspot.com/feeds/8601506023547685438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7231082323345730477&amp;postID=8601506023547685438&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231082323345730477/posts/default/8601506023547685438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231082323345730477/posts/default/8601506023547685438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthehardins.blogspot.com/2009/02/random-2.html' title='random 2'/><author><name>ehardin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15388621875321596033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yjXb5SQIEaw/Sx_s5bK4o8I/AAAAAAAAIGU/IPYs3FDQbs4/S220/Michelle,+Me,+Tracy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yjXb5SQIEaw/SZxiBHN2YYI/AAAAAAAADLg/LqDQcyMeRDU/s72-c/January+2009+083.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7231082323345730477.post-5702484614901090785</id><published>2009-02-18T13:27:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T13:28:20.860-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Random</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yjXb5SQIEaw/SZxhM6QmELI/AAAAAAAADLA/5TP27ImkJmM/s1600-h/January+2009+068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yjXb5SQIEaw/SZxhM6QmELI/AAAAAAAADLA/5TP27ImkJmM/s320/January+2009+068.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So I haven't posted pics in a while.&lt;br /&gt;This my what I found the other day after noticing it was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;waaaay&lt;/span&gt; to quiet around here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Hmmmm&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yjXb5SQIEaw/SZxhM1hVV_I/AAAAAAAADLI/1ODr4UelFyk/s1600-h/January+2009+069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yjXb5SQIEaw/SZxhM1hVV_I/AAAAAAAADLI/1ODr4UelFyk/s320/January+2009+069.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yjXb5SQIEaw/SZxhNJ8RUQI/AAAAAAAADLQ/-HK5nG9wZ34/s1600-h/January+2009+070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yjXb5SQIEaw/SZxhNJ8RUQI/AAAAAAAADLQ/-HK5nG9wZ34/s320/January+2009+070.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; all cleaned up and getting &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;biG&lt;/span&gt;(for her)she's still teeny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yjXb5SQIEaw/SZxhNGwQs3I/AAAAAAAADLY/htjwUoCFeD8/s1600-h/January+2009+073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yjXb5SQIEaw/SZxhNGwQs3I/AAAAAAAADLY/htjwUoCFeD8/s320/January+2009+073.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Miss Sassy! &lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7231082323345730477-5702484614901090785?l=allthehardins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthehardins.blogspot.com/feeds/5702484614901090785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7231082323345730477&amp;postID=5702484614901090785&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231082323345730477/posts/default/5702484614901090785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231082323345730477/posts/default/5702484614901090785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthehardins.blogspot.com/2009/02/ranodm.html' title='Random'/><author><name>ehardin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15388621875321596033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yjXb5SQIEaw/Sx_s5bK4o8I/AAAAAAAAIGU/IPYs3FDQbs4/S220/Michelle,+Me,+Tracy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yjXb5SQIEaw/SZxhM6QmELI/AAAAAAAADLA/5TP27ImkJmM/s72-c/January+2009+068.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7231082323345730477.post-7428285857257150066</id><published>2009-02-15T13:51:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T13:57:08.673-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Powerful..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;11 years ago I had a choice to make.&lt;br /&gt;I was unmarried, scared, unsure about the future and lost.&lt;br /&gt;I took a test one day that I passed with flying colors. Two blue lines&lt;br /&gt;showed my grade. Pregnant.&lt;br /&gt;I was terrified. Trey was right beside me . He had choices to make too.&lt;br /&gt;We just smiled. There was excitement and terror in the room&lt;br /&gt;all at the same time. We just knew everything was about to change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;There&lt;/span&gt; were phone calls to make. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Disappointments&lt;/span&gt; in our parents &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;voices&lt;/span&gt; to hear.&lt;br /&gt;Their dreams and ours were changed in an instant.&lt;br /&gt;Truth be told, there were no choices.&lt;br /&gt;Just one.&lt;br /&gt;Life.&lt;br /&gt;I have known several friends, dear friends, who have chosen different.&lt;br /&gt;They still bear the scars of that choice to this day.&lt;br /&gt;It's an indescribable pain.&lt;br /&gt;I held their hand and wiped their tears through their choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am forever changed for my choice.&lt;br /&gt;My life went from black and white to color the day that life was born.&lt;br /&gt;And yes, I hear the "yeah, but you had Trey." "Yeah, but you had family."&lt;br /&gt;"yeah, but you don't understand...."&lt;br /&gt;Your right. I don't&lt;br /&gt;And I didn't have all that.&lt;br /&gt;Trey and I were so far from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;committed&lt;/span&gt; to each other.&lt;br /&gt;My family was so far away.&lt;br /&gt;I had nothing.&lt;br /&gt;But&lt;br /&gt;God had better plans than any excuse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not better than anyone.&lt;br /&gt;I just took a different path.&lt;br /&gt;The laws are changing to make that other path more &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;accessible&lt;/span&gt;. Please watch and pray for the&lt;br /&gt;ones that don't have a voice. take the time to read this post&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;and watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://travelingtheroadhome.blogspot.com/2009/02/changing-one-heart-for-many-week-4.html"&gt;http://travelingtheroadhome.blogspot.com/2009/02/changing-one-heart-for-many-week-4.html&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think about that day often. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yjXb5SQIEaw/SZhyPxqD0cI/AAAAAAAADDQ/sHuK10u2T9o/s1600-h/100_7129.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 326px; HEIGHT: 242px" height="242" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yjXb5SQIEaw/SZhyPxqD0cI/AAAAAAAADDQ/sHuK10u2T9o/s320/100_7129.JPG" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7231082323345730477-7428285857257150066?l=allthehardins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthehardins.blogspot.com/feeds/7428285857257150066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7231082323345730477&amp;postID=7428285857257150066&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231082323345730477/posts/default/7428285857257150066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231082323345730477/posts/default/7428285857257150066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthehardins.blogspot.com/2009/02/powerful.html' title='Powerful..'/><author><name>ehardin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15388621875321596033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yjXb5SQIEaw/Sx_s5bK4o8I/AAAAAAAAIGU/IPYs3FDQbs4/S220/Michelle,+Me,+Tracy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yjXb5SQIEaw/SZhyPxqD0cI/AAAAAAAADDQ/sHuK10u2T9o/s72-c/100_7129.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7231082323345730477.post-3712886457917671867</id><published>2009-02-09T08:52:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T09:14:09.376-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Proud</title><content type='html'>It's all in the little things right?! Well, I didn't sink into the depths of hell after &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;getting&lt;/span&gt; a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;facebook&lt;/span&gt; account like I thought I would. I thought I would for sure have blisters on my fingers from typing and have grown into my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;chair by&lt;/span&gt; now, but I have done well. Actually great. The first day was crazy with all the emails and friends. It was fun though. People I have talked to or thought about in years and years and some I had wondered about and missed for years and years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still don't really know what a lot of it is all about. But, that's OK. I don't know what throwing beads means, how to get married, or any of that stuff. One day I will figure it all out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I was very proud of myself. If I had signed up a few months ago. OH MAN! That would have been bad news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now on to the big news to be proud of....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trey's club opened Thursday. His parents came in town, so of course the kids were so excited to see them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a whirlwind of a weekend. They got in town. We played a few minutes. Got dressed and went to eat. The ribbon cutting was @ 6. We were &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;hustling&lt;/span&gt; up there. We had to wait outside for the doors to be opened. It was a short line, about 75 people. Not too bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As, we were standing there I had such butterflies. This was 11 years in the making. We have struggling for so long. I thought about all the hard times, all the jobs Trey has had, all he days he didn't even eat a lunch, all the times he was so ready for more, all the sacrifices he has made and we have made as a family through the years. I thought about all the tears, the fears, the fights, the struggles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also, thought about all the laughter, the births, the baptisms, the joys, the little moments that make the days worthwhile. All the changes. Time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had so many emotions welling up inside me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They finally opened the doors and by this time there was a pretty big crowd formed. It was amazing. The staff was so loud that my buffer shut my camcorder off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My eyes found Trey's and filled with tears, as did his. I walked quickly over to Trey ( i wanted to just run so hard and jump into his arms, but I was trying to keep some composure, for his sake. Not mine. You know I would have done it and not even cared!!) and I burst into tears -he did too. I didn't go into the "ugly cry" but close...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Logan said, "Mommy, it's all been worth it now!" I think it was such a visual realization for the kids and for me too, but I think it helped them understand more why he works so hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a great night. The club looked great &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;and there&lt;/span&gt; were tons of people. The crowd just kept growing. Turns out, they were expecting about 1000. There were 4600!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been so overwhelmed by His blessings.  It is such a strange feeling to be moving into a different phase of life. See, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Satan's&lt;/span&gt; biggest stronghold has been our finances and now that is about to change. I am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;eagerly&lt;/span&gt; anticipating the changes and growth and to see where God takes us through all of this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so proud of Trey. There is so much more to come...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7231082323345730477-3712886457917671867?l=allthehardins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthehardins.blogspot.com/feeds/3712886457917671867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7231082323345730477&amp;postID=3712886457917671867&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231082323345730477/posts/default/3712886457917671867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231082323345730477/posts/default/3712886457917671867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthehardins.blogspot.com/2009/02/proud.html' title='Proud'/><author><name>ehardin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15388621875321596033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yjXb5SQIEaw/Sx_s5bK4o8I/AAAAAAAAIGU/IPYs3FDQbs4/S220/Michelle,+Me,+Tracy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7231082323345730477.post-1739325359620848803</id><published>2009-02-04T16:20:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T16:24:50.376-06:00</updated><title type='text'>LOOOOOOOOSER!</title><content type='html'>OK, so my friend, (my old best friend growing up) found my email from my blog and wanted me to see her pics on - you guessed it - FACEBOOK! SO, i sign up thinking I can just see her page. NOO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I have my own stinkn' acct... AHHH! Great. Now I see all these names and faces that I haven't seem it YEARS! GR8!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eating my words ya'll....pray for me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7231082323345730477-1739325359620848803?l=allthehardins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthehardins.blogspot.com/feeds/1739325359620848803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7231082323345730477&amp;postID=1739325359620848803&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231082323345730477/posts/default/1739325359620848803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231082323345730477/posts/default/1739325359620848803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthehardins.blogspot.com/2009/02/looooooooser.html' title='LOOOOOOOOSER!'/><author><name>ehardin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15388621875321596033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yjXb5SQIEaw/Sx_s5bK4o8I/AAAAAAAAIGU/IPYs3FDQbs4/S220/Michelle,+Me,+Tracy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7231082323345730477.post-8411389740765160400</id><published>2009-02-04T09:40:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T09:55:34.296-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Say NO!</title><content type='html'>OK peeps!&lt;br /&gt;I am tellin' ya all rite now!!&lt;br /&gt;I AM NOT JOINING "CRACKBOOK" IE: Facebook.&lt;br /&gt;I have gotten you links and emails and requests. While I appreciate you wanting me to join, I just can't.&lt;br /&gt;I am not that strong. I would be addicted in no time. I know it...I love to talk, observe, gossip, and so on and so on...&lt;br /&gt;But, I have too many children that might starve and then CPS would be at my door and it would be so embarrasing to have to say, " I am so sorry, but my new Facebook friends  needed me and I couldn't make snacks today." I don't think that would go over very well.&lt;br /&gt;I think it is fine for whomever can manage it, but when you opt out and some of the options for cancelling are:&lt;br /&gt;Causing marraige problems&lt;br /&gt;Emtional distress&lt;br /&gt;Realtionship problems&lt;br /&gt;Interferring with work&lt;br /&gt;Interferring with real life realationships&lt;br /&gt;Having truoble connecting to people in real life situations.&lt;br /&gt;Does anyone else see a problem here?&gt;?&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;Just wondering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this because Trey had one. Work asked him to set one up. It drove him nuts...&lt;br /&gt;He can't not sit still or listen to just random things. It has to have purpose or a goal in sight. So I laughed when he set it up and told him he would hate it. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;laughed&lt;/span&gt; again when he cancelled it.&lt;br /&gt;Me, I would eat it up with a spoon.&lt;br /&gt;I am so nosy and would love to be in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;everybody's&lt;/span&gt; business. See! Not good for me... B_A_D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am just heeding the red flags. Everyone one I have read and talked to that has a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt; acct. says how "time addicting" it is. So for me, I have to "just say no!"&lt;br /&gt;So, I have to  be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;old school&lt;/span&gt; and have ya email or text or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;actually&lt;/span&gt; even, the caveman way -call me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7231082323345730477-8411389740765160400?l=allthehardins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthehardins.blogspot.com/feeds/8411389740765160400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7231082323345730477&amp;postID=8411389740765160400&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231082323345730477/posts/default/8411389740765160400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231082323345730477/posts/default/8411389740765160400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthehardins.blogspot.com/2009/02/just-say-no.html' title='Just Say NO!'/><author><name>ehardin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15388621875321596033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yjXb5SQIEaw/Sx_s5bK4o8I/AAAAAAAAIGU/IPYs3FDQbs4/S220/Michelle,+Me,+Tracy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7231082323345730477.post-7457387069248480393</id><published>2009-02-02T13:43:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T14:11:08.784-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick!</title><content type='html'>Well, its been a while since I've posted. Some reasons were just life but for the main reason, it was intentional. You see, I had to get really honest and admit how much I was struggling. I had gotten really depressed. I was in a bad place and really sad. I had to realize that I had lost myself somewhere along the way and that I had just shut down.&lt;br /&gt;I had not picked up my bible in months. I still prayed, but lofty prayers. Nothing deep. I was avoiding the honesty of the situation. I didn't want to look at it or admit it. I was sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The posts that I was putting up were just regurgitated words and faith. There was nothing authentic coming out of me. That's how I felt in my life. I just felt like an empty shell of a person. I finally broke down, figuratively and literally, and had to admit just how much I was hurting. How much I was hurting myself, and my family, and most importantly my God. I was just shutting.&lt;br /&gt;I had put up so many walls of protection when we moved to soften the blow, that I imprisoned myself. I tend to do that. That's my pattern. If I sense a hurt coming on, up go the walls. I am usually better  at identifying it, (since doing Breaking Free), that I can stop and see His face and hear the truth and move forward. But, this time I let if consume me.&lt;br /&gt;It was so hard to watch my kids struggle and miss everything and everyone. Caden especially. It was breaking my heart. Trey and I were both hurting from being separated and we were hurting each other.&lt;br /&gt;SO, one day after many long hurtful days, I said enough. I heard,"Enough." I listened.&lt;br /&gt;I let go of the pain, refocused, cried, lifted my eyes and centered my thoughts back on what I know to be true.&lt;br /&gt;We are here for His purpose(s). Not ours. It has never been about that, even though I tried to make it that.&lt;br /&gt;Things have been better for the past week or so. It has been nice. To feel like me, to hear my kids laughter, to notice the moments and the blessings again.&lt;br /&gt;God is building something amazing through all of this.&lt;br /&gt;Trey apologized for moving us here one day. I told him not to apologize. That this move is still right for us and always has been, it's just the growing through it that is hard. I have never regretted moving here or wanted to go back. It's just the day to day changes and settling in that are hard. I know we are going to look back in 5 years and say,"Wow! What an amazing time that was for our family."&lt;br /&gt;I have never doubted we did the right thing. And I have never doubted that we are right where God wants us and told us to be. I have never doubted our obedience coming here.&lt;br /&gt;I only doubted myself. That was the lie I was hearing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You are never more open to an attack, than when God is at work and has moved you from your home, your safe place and taken you into the wilderness, to take you somewhere else He wants you to go."&lt;br /&gt;Beth Moore said that last week in my bible study. She was talking about King Xerxes and Haman wanting to destroy the Jews. She was going back through the lineage of Haman and how his people had gone after the Jews and destroyed the weak (women, children and elderly)  That they waited until they were tired, hungry, weak, and straggling behind. They could no longer fight and then he enemy attacked.&lt;br /&gt;That's how I have felt. So behind and attacked. But, no longer.&lt;br /&gt;I am His. He is mine. And I am free. My protector, provider Jehovah-jireh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7231082323345730477-7457387069248480393?l=allthehardins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthehardins.blogspot.com/feeds/7457387069248480393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7231082323345730477&amp;postID=7457387069248480393&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231082323345730477/posts/default/7457387069248480393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231082323345730477/posts/default/7457387069248480393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthehardins.blogspot.com/2009/02/sick.html' title='Sick!'/><author><name>ehardin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15388621875321596033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yjXb5SQIEaw/Sx_s5bK4o8I/AAAAAAAAIGU/IPYs3FDQbs4/S220/Michelle,+Me,+Tracy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7231082323345730477.post-4583277715487119845</id><published>2009-01-21T15:47:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T15:53:13.498-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Too Funny!</title><content type='html'>So, I LUV me some Beth Moore and am currently going through Esther. It's Tough To Be a Woman. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;And&lt;/span&gt; I love her blog. She and her girls, Amanda and Melissa always provide such comfort, wisdom and a giggle too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was so pumped to see a new post. It was from Curtis, Amanda's husband ( I think) (pretty sure)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, It is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;TOOOO&lt;/span&gt; funny! I ordered the set for Trey for his birthday. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;SHHH&lt;/span&gt; don't tell. Luckily, he is swamped with work right now, so I am sure he won't be checking my blog for may &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;latest&lt;/span&gt; ramblings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check it out:&lt;a href="http://livingproofministries.blogspot.com/2009/01/drive-thru-bible.html"&gt;http://livingproofministries.blogspot.com/2009/01/drive-thru-bible.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7231082323345730477-4583277715487119845?l=allthehardins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthehardins.blogspot.com/feeds/4583277715487119845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7231082323345730477&amp;postID=4583277715487119845&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231082323345730477/posts/default/4583277715487119845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231082323345730477/posts/default/4583277715487119845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthehardins.blogspot.com/2009/01/too-funny.html' title='Too Funny!'/><author><name>ehardin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15388621875321596033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yjXb5SQIEaw/Sx_s5bK4o8I/AAAAAAAAIGU/IPYs3FDQbs4/S220/Michelle,+Me,+Tracy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7231082323345730477.post-584087097893073375</id><published>2009-01-21T09:22:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T09:24:35.407-06:00</updated><title type='text'>One More Time....</title><content type='html'>ok girls.&lt;br /&gt;Here is one more chance to do a good thing...and even if you don't want to win, you send the prize to me!&lt;br /&gt;SO go &lt;a href="http://asisterforthebean.blogspot.com/2009/01/claires-super-huge-adoption-raffle.html"&gt;http://asisterforthebean.blogspot.com/2009/01/claires-super-huge-adoption-raffle.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here and help bring home a miracle.&lt;br /&gt;thanks&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7231082323345730477-584087097893073375?l=allthehardins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthehardins.blogspot.com/feeds/584087097893073375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7231082323345730477&amp;postID=584087097893073375&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231082323345730477/posts/default/584087097893073375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231082323345730477/posts/default/584087097893073375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthehardins.blogspot.com/2009/01/one-more-time.html' title='One More Time....'/><author><name>ehardin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15388621875321596033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yjXb5SQIEaw/Sx_s5bK4o8I/AAAAAAAAIGU/IPYs3FDQbs4/S220/Michelle,+Me,+Tracy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7231082323345730477.post-1464376108923170475</id><published>2009-01-14T15:40:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T16:00:56.096-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Whew!!</title><content type='html'>Is anyone else exhausted from the holidays??&lt;br /&gt;Well, we had 3 car repairs, 2 days of being stranded, 3 straight weeks of holiday guests, 3 Christmas celebrations, 2 trips to the Dr, 1 New Years Eve, 1 trip back home for 1 funeral of a dear friend's dad, many deaths from other acquaintances, and many laughs and tears.&lt;br /&gt;And I am done!&lt;br /&gt;I just got back in town on Sunday and I am ready for a break....&lt;br /&gt;It has been exhausting physically and emotionally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trey and I had been going through kind of weird time and finally "hashed it" (putting that nicely) ALL out. Through a few weeks of words, i have realized I sort of lost myself. And Trey realized he was missing me. Somewhere in the past 10 and a half years, I lost ME. I swore I would never let that happen, but it did. I became Trey's wife and Logan, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Caden&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Kannan&lt;/span&gt; and Ryan's mom. It was a slow disintegration of myself. I do not mind being all of things, in fact, I love those things. I just forgot to put my name somewhere on that list. I am not sure the day, the time of it, but it happened.&lt;br /&gt;So, I have now added it back on. At least I am trying too. I had really always thought of myself as selfish and Trey pointed out that I never do anything for me. I forget to take care of myself. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;HMMM&lt;/span&gt;. Really?&lt;br /&gt;Well, I guess since all my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;pjs&lt;/span&gt; are still maternity pants and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;tshirts&lt;/span&gt;, I only get 2 haircuts a year, Trey's wardrobe is bigger than mine, and I had only 4 pairs of shoes(two of that being tennis shoes), then yes. That would be correct. Guess, I have to wake up and look in the mirror a little more. It was also nice to know that my husband still sees me as the girl he married. ( I weighed much less then!) He loves me then , he loves me  now. Good thing! Since I forgot to keep loving me and seemed to just give it all away. Gotta learn that balance!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God's timing is really comical and graceful and perfect. I giggled inside when I saw the bible study that starts this Sunday. "Esther. It's Tough to be a Woman" by Beth Moore. Can't you see Him wink?&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am really excited!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, a couple prayer requests too:&lt;br /&gt;1. Help me find my confidence and a healthy sense of independence, without becoming selfish and neglectful of things around me. A godly self image not prideful. (  I always seem to think of the flip side of things too much...i know)&lt;br /&gt;2. A prayer for my kids and family. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Caden&lt;/span&gt; is really struggling with the move. He is sad and it breaks my heart. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Kannan&lt;/span&gt; is struggling too. It's a transition. It takes time. I know, but it's my babies...and they are hurting right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7231082323345730477-1464376108923170475?l=allthehardins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthehardins.blogspot.com/feeds/1464376108923170475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7231082323345730477&amp;postID=1464376108923170475&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231082323345730477/posts/default/1464376108923170475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231082323345730477/posts/default/1464376108923170475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthehardins.blogspot.com/2009/01/whew.html' title='Whew!!'/><author><name>ehardin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15388621875321596033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yjXb5SQIEaw/Sx_s5bK4o8I/AAAAAAAAIGU/IPYs3FDQbs4/S220/Michelle,+Me,+Tracy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7231082323345730477.post-6769923910209512717</id><published>2008-12-24T10:11:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T10:35:39.401-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas Eve!</title><content type='html'>-Today is a hard day for me. It is 11 years that my Dad past away. I cried last night not wanting to go to sleep because &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;every time&lt;/span&gt; I open my eyes on this morning, I still see my grandmother standing over me telling me,"He's gone." It's a hard morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It haunted me for years. I was an agonizing memory. Christmas was not happy or merry for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then six year ago that all changed. It was in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;February&lt;/span&gt; 2002 I fell on my knees and Believed. The tears fell and the spirit flooded in, to forever change my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so grateful. Forever changed and forever His.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now, I still have the vision and the memory but it's only for a moment. Now, I hear my kids laughing. I see their smiles. I tell them why we have Christmas. A baby changes everything. &lt;a href="http://www.faithhillchristmas.com/"&gt;http://www.faithhillchristmas.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For so long the man I focused on in my life was my Dad. You see God gave me a gift. He changed my focus. I now focus on my Lord. I fail Him everyday. I love Him everyday. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;desperately&lt;/span&gt; need Him everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I chose to believe my life could be more. I chose to believe in what I could see, but knew I was missing something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its well said here &lt;a href="http://thebigmamablog.com/index.php/2008/12/24/the-eve-of-christmas/"&gt;http://thebigmamablog.com/index.php/2008/12/24/the-eve-of-christmas/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Holy Night....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7231082323345730477-6769923910209512717?l=allthehardins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthehardins.blogspot.com/feeds/6769923910209512717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7231082323345730477&amp;postID=6769923910209512717&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231082323345730477/posts/default/6769923910209512717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231082323345730477/posts/default/6769923910209512717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthehardins.blogspot.com/2008/12/merry-christmas-eve.html' title='Merry Christmas Eve!'/><author><name>ehardin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15388621875321596033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yjXb5SQIEaw/Sx_s5bK4o8I/AAAAAAAAIGU/IPYs3FDQbs4/S220/Michelle,+Me,+Tracy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7231082323345730477.post-8415528731655430219</id><published>2008-12-23T15:06:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T15:10:18.989-06:00</updated><title type='text'>DUH!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;EVEN THOUGH NOT ONE OF YOU HELPED ME!!!! and I have been so irritated that I could figure out where all my fancy linky things and colors were, I found them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;I didn't even see there was another tab for compose and get out of Html. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;I am so stupid at anything big or small regarding technology! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;And yes, I know there are a couple of you laughing at me right now...(humpf)and (niff) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;so there... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7231082323345730477-8415528731655430219?l=allthehardins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthehardins.blogspot.com/feeds/8415528731655430219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7231082323345730477&amp;postID=8415528731655430219&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231082323345730477/posts/default/8415528731655430219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231082323345730477/posts/default/8415528731655430219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthehardins.blogspot.com/2008/12/duh.html' title='DUH!'/><author><name>ehardin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15388621875321596033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yjXb5SQIEaw/Sx_s5bK4o8I/AAAAAAAAIGU/IPYs3FDQbs4/S220/Michelle,+Me,+Tracy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7231082323345730477.post-7619380274799559578</id><published>2008-12-23T14:59:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T15:12:06.359-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Moments</title><content type='html'>Amazing &lt;a href="http://audreycaroline.blogspot.com/2008/12/believe.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;BLOG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love remembering the moments of worship all around us.&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7231082323345730477-7619380274799559578?l=allthehardins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthehardins.blogspot.com/feeds/7619380274799559578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7231082323345730477&amp;postID=7619380274799559578&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231082323345730477/posts/default/7619380274799559578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231082323345730477/posts/default/7619380274799559578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthehardins.blogspot.com/2008/12/moments.html' title='Moments'/><author><name>ehardin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15388621875321596033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yjXb5SQIEaw/Sx_s5bK4o8I/AAAAAAAAIGU/IPYs3FDQbs4/S220/Michelle,+Me,+Tracy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7231082323345730477.post-954656160457182130</id><published>2008-12-21T13:44:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T13:46:10.142-06:00</updated><title type='text'>huh?</title><content type='html'>wassup?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My linky things not working.,I can't find the pretty font color change thingy, and the copy, paste thingy is not working now????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little help here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do i need to reset something?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7231082323345730477-954656160457182130?l=allthehardins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthehardins.blogspot.com/feeds/954656160457182130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7231082323345730477&amp;postID=954656160457182130&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231082323345730477/posts/default/954656160457182130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231082323345730477/posts/default/954656160457182130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthehardins.blogspot.com/2008/12/huh.html' title='huh?'/><author><name>ehardin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15388621875321596033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yjXb5SQIEaw/Sx_s5bK4o8I/AAAAAAAAIGU/IPYs3FDQbs4/S220/Michelle,+Me,+Tracy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7231082323345730477.post-7148996862858769783</id><published>2008-12-10T10:29:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T10:30:31.036-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Better Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yjXb5SQIEaw/ST_uo40Tu0I/AAAAAAAACMg/pNwPi1TUYtM/s1600-h/000_0015.JPG'&gt;&lt;img src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yjXb5SQIEaw/ST_uo40Tu0I/AAAAAAAACMg/pNwPi1TUYtM/s320/000_0015.JPG' border='0' alt=''style='clear:both;float:left; margin:0px 10px 10px 0;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yjXb5SQIEaw/ST_upFgfF_I/AAAAAAAACMo/gvNQGcuQRsc/s1600-h/000_0012.JPG'&gt;&lt;img src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yjXb5SQIEaw/ST_upFgfF_I/AAAAAAAACMo/gvNQGcuQRsc/s320/000_0012.JPG' border='0' alt=''style='clear:both;float:left; margin:0px 10px 10px 0;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yjXb5SQIEaw/ST_upU0GJ_I/AAAAAAAACMw/MDm954yI5ts/s1600-h/000_0011.JPG'&gt;&lt;img src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yjXb5SQIEaw/ST_upU0GJ_I/AAAAAAAACMw/MDm954yI5ts/s320/000_0011.JPG' border='0' alt=''style='clear:both;float:left; margin:0px 10px 10px 0;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yjXb5SQIEaw/ST_upv5AvnI/AAAAAAAACM4/9IlC5hk1cPU/s1600-h/000_0010.JPG'&gt;&lt;img src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yjXb5SQIEaw/ST_upv5AvnI/AAAAAAAACM4/9IlC5hk1cPU/s320/000_0010.JPG' border='0' alt=''style='clear:both;float:left; margin:0px 10px 10px 0;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;So, we had a much better day yesterday. Caden was home with a stomach ache. I picked Logan up early after doing some shopping at the school. That was cute. They got to go around and shop for their family and friends. I remember buying my mom the most ugly "ruby" ring. I didn't get anything that fancy. The kids were on a budget. There is no telling what awesome things I did get though. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we came home and worked on Logan's Indian project. I had so much fun with her. Ususally we go around and around. She is so deteremined to make it her way. And doesn't want suggestions. Yesterday she was great and much more open. So instead of her idea of glueing in plastic Indians from lincoln logs. We made this. SHe did a great job and it turned out so good. I helped with some. Mostly the Indians face. I thought he turned out great. She had such great ideas and worked so hard. It was really fun. She even let her bro help! That's a miracle in itself..&lt;br /&gt;I'll let you know her grade when she gets it.&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:LEFT'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7231082323345730477-7148996862858769783?l=allthehardins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthehardins.blogspot.com/feeds/7148996862858769783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7231082323345730477&amp;postID=7148996862858769783&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231082323345730477/posts/default/7148996862858769783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231082323345730477/posts/default/7148996862858769783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthehardins.blogspot.com/2008/12/better-day.html' title='Better Day'/><author><name>ehardin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15388621875321596033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yjXb5SQIEaw/Sx_s5bK4o8I/AAAAAAAAIGU/IPYs3FDQbs4/S220/Michelle,+Me,+Tracy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yjXb5SQIEaw/ST_uo40Tu0I/AAAAAAAACMg/pNwPi1TUYtM/s72-c/000_0015.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7231082323345730477.post-21035332606892086</id><published>2008-12-10T08:30:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T08:38:33.322-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh my!</title><content type='html'>Let me give all of you a big apology for my post yesterday. That was the worst grammar I have read in along time! TER-RI-BLE!&lt;br /&gt;Two things happened: 1. I was late for lunch with a friend and typed that out real fast and that "linky thingy", that I just figured out how to do last week, was giving me a hard time. I cant seem to find my pretty color letters either...&lt;br /&gt;2. I always have, and probably always will, not been the best at grammar. (It drives Trey crazy!) But, I love to write! Yesterday I felt I needed to purge all of those emotions so I went to town. I was typing faster than my brain could keep up with. Then I was rushed out the door for lunch. &lt;br /&gt;I can not promise it will get better. Well, a little better. But, I will work on it. It is such a metaphor for my life though. &lt;br /&gt;I just look at the big picture and not the details. I get things done but forgot all the in-betweens. (this too drives Trey crazy!) I am sooo not a detail person. I have to work on that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I am glad the post content and meaning helped some of you through you day and encouraged you in some way. That was the point!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7231082323345730477-21035332606892086?l=allthehardins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthehardins.blogspot.com/feeds/21035332606892086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7231082323345730477&amp;postID=21035332606892086&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231082323345730477/posts/default/21035332606892086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231082323345730477/posts/default/21035332606892086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthehardins.blogspot.com/2008/12/oh-my.html' title='Oh my!'/><author><name>ehardin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15388621875321596033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yjXb5SQIEaw/Sx_s5bK4o8I/AAAAAAAAIGU/IPYs3FDQbs4/S220/Michelle,+Me,+Tracy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7231082323345730477.post-8840519081688846124</id><published>2008-12-09T11:40:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T12:10:26.690-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Conviction</title><content type='html'>So the past week I have been so convicted about many things in my life. Some I will share, some I will not. Some are just very personal that I have been dealing with and finally surrendering too. Things I have never had to deal with in my life and was really struggling with. It was new territory to find discipline in. A strange place of selfish seduction and satisfaction, all the while knowing I was in rebellion and out of the guidelines of the rule book God wants for my life. The day I set some of it aside was very freeing. The weights were lifted and peace settled in, in that area. I hate my own selfishness. I wish desperately once I get rid of some aspects of it, that all of it would go away. But, it doesn't. It shows up in some other way that I have to learn to let go of and let God master me once again.&lt;br /&gt;In other areas, I was very convicted yesterday about falling into old ways and old habits. In the sense of my kids, our lifestyle, and our daily routine. I was finding myself letting them watch WAY too much TV again, fending for themselves for attention, being bored, not engaged, not outside, etc...&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, He spoke into my heart so loud. HE brought us here to dramatically change our family. Not to be the same. He brought us to a whole new place, new faces, new experiences to change me, to change us. To grow us into new creations, to bring Him new glories, to bring us new challenges. &lt;br /&gt;I knew and still know that is why He brought us here. I do not know what all the details look like. I do not know how it will all play out or the whens or whys in between. But, I was totally in the way and messing it all up. I have ignoring Him since being here. Licking my wounds so to speak. Not wanting to pay attention to His heart and words that I so desperately need every minute of everyday. &lt;br /&gt;I just felt like I finally decided to listen and soak it all up yesterday. It was like being out in the rain on a warm summer day. My dry and thirsty heart soaking up all HE had to offer me. Then the icing on the cake was &lt;a href="http://livingproofministries.blogspot.com/2008/12/over-our-heads.html"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;this&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and then this morning &lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/perrynoble/ZvVU/~3/479647707/"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;this&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although, I hate how I have acted and felt, the refreshing joy and peace that comes after the rain is amazing. I hope I always stay amazed at the "rain" He brings.&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7231082323345730477-8840519081688846124?l=allthehardins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthehardins.blogspot.com/feeds/8840519081688846124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7231082323345730477&amp;postID=8840519081688846124&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231082323345730477/posts/default/8840519081688846124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231082323345730477/posts/default/8840519081688846124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthehardins.blogspot.com/2008/12/conviction.html' title='Conviction'/><author><name>ehardin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15388621875321596033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yjXb5SQIEaw/Sx_s5bK4o8I/AAAAAAAAIGU/IPYs3FDQbs4/S220/Michelle,+Me,+Tracy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7231082323345730477.post-1729887579727035518</id><published>2008-12-08T13:30:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T13:35:21.819-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Murphy</title><content type='html'>Who is Murphy and why does he seems to follow me??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO, Christmas is days away and my kids have their really long lists made. When what do I hear? Christmas bells, reindeer paws, a jolly "Ho-Ho-Ho"?&lt;br /&gt;Um no, that would be grinding on my car everytime I stop. So that would be a $300 brake job! I also have to get my state inspection, oil change, and vehicle registration.&lt;br /&gt;Coal anyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good thing I know how to bake and cake and sing "Happy Birthday" to Jesus. And I will still hear the angels singing that Holy Night!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7231082323345730477-1729887579727035518?l=allthehardins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthehardins.blogspot.com/feeds/1729887579727035518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7231082323345730477&amp;postID=1729887579727035518&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231082323345730477/posts/default/1729887579727035518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231082323345730477/posts/default/1729887579727035518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthehardins.blogspot.com/2008/12/murphy.html' title='Murphy'/><author><name>ehardin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15388621875321596033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yjXb5SQIEaw/Sx_s5bK4o8I/AAAAAAAAIGU/IPYs3FDQbs4/S220/Michelle,+Me,+Tracy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7231082323345730477.post-7622698804555649718</id><published>2008-12-05T16:05:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T16:17:39.064-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad Mama!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yjXb5SQIEaw/STmoIf5GnbI/AAAAAAAACKs/UCukkAa-Cns/s1600-h/100_7427.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yjXb5SQIEaw/STmoIf5GnbI/AAAAAAAACKs/UCukkAa-Cns/s320/100_7427.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276433302394674610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yjXb5SQIEaw/STmnHmaNMeI/AAAAAAAACKk/8lsMFqZDvkc/s1600-h/100_7426.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yjXb5SQIEaw/STmnHmaNMeI/AAAAAAAACKk/8lsMFqZDvkc/s320/100_7426.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276432187452633570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what happens when you are too busy reading &lt;a href="http://www.mycharmingkids.net/"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and trying to win &lt;a href="http://www.mycharmingkids.net/2008/12/rebel-without-for-cause-raffle-way.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, with in seconds, my little one can find the stamper that Kannan left in her pocket and I washed and dried with a huge load of laundry. Yes, the one I looked for but had no luck and she decided to eat as a snack..&lt;br /&gt;Wonder if this counts for another entry??? &lt;br /&gt;Guess, I better get back to the work of being a good Mama and feed my kids a snack!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7231082323345730477-7622698804555649718?l=allthehardins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthehardins.blogspot.com/feeds/7622698804555649718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7231082323345730477&amp;postID=7622698804555649718&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231082323345730477/posts/default/7622698804555649718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231082323345730477/posts/default/7622698804555649718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthehardins.blogspot.com/2008/12/bad-mama.html' title='Bad Mama!'/><author><name>ehardin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15388621875321596033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yjXb5SQIEaw/Sx_s5bK4o8I/AAAAAAAAIGU/IPYs3FDQbs4/S220/Michelle,+Me,+Tracy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yjXb5SQIEaw/STmoIf5GnbI/AAAAAAAACKs/UCukkAa-Cns/s72-c/100_7427.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7231082323345730477.post-7724645711876542844</id><published>2008-12-05T13:32:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T13:32:21.212-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Independence</title><content type='html'>Independent! That is the definition of Kannan. Always has been, always will be....&lt;br /&gt;So, it was no surprised when she finally decided she wanted to start picking out her own clothes.&lt;br /&gt;This was the "outfit du jour" today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yjXb5SQIEaw/STmBw7i2kmI/AAAAAAAACIU/bjcuBIeyd0Q/s1600-h/100_7430.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yjXb5SQIEaw/STmBw7i2kmI/AAAAAAAACIU/bjcuBIeyd0Q/s320/100_7430.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;I think she looks like an old "Nana" headed for her Florida retirement home, but what do I know! (wink)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yjXb5SQIEaw/STmBxMvXk-I/AAAAAAAACIc/JdMrbBm9eJY/s1600-h/100_7429.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yjXb5SQIEaw/STmBxMvXk-I/AAAAAAAACIc/JdMrbBm9eJY/s320/100_7429.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7231082323345730477-7724645711876542844?l=allthehardins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthehardins.blogspot.com/feeds/7724645711876542844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7231082323345730477&amp;postID=7724645711876542844&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231082323345730477/posts/default/7724645711876542844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231082323345730477/posts/default/7724645711876542844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthehardins.blogspot.com/2008/12/independence.html' title='Independence'/><author><name>ehardin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15388621875321596033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yjXb5SQIEaw/Sx_s5bK4o8I/AAAAAAAAIGU/IPYs3FDQbs4/S220/Michelle,+Me,+Tracy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yjXb5SQIEaw/STmBw7i2kmI/AAAAAAAACIU/bjcuBIeyd0Q/s72-c/100_7430.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7231082323345730477.post-728241259775774403</id><published>2008-12-04T11:39:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T12:24:52.796-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Instruction Manual on ME!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yjXb5SQIEaw/STgWb31ppaI/AAAAAAAACH0/rOOVf7c9y3E/s1600-h/Marilyn+Monroe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 243px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yjXb5SQIEaw/STgWb31ppaI/AAAAAAAACH0/rOOVf7c9y3E/s320/Marilyn+Monroe.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275991631565792674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You Are a Marilyn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a Marilyn -- "I am affectionate and skeptical." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marilyns are responsible, trustworthy, and value loyalty to family, friends, groups, and causes. Their personalities range broadly from reserved and timid to outspoken and confrontative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How to Get Along with Me &lt;br /&gt;* Be direct and clear&lt;br /&gt;* Listen to me carefully&lt;br /&gt;* Don't judge me for my anxiety&lt;br /&gt;* Work things through with me&lt;br /&gt;* Reassure me that everything is OK between us&lt;br /&gt;* Laugh and make jokes with me&lt;br /&gt;* Gently push me toward new experiences&lt;br /&gt;* Try not to overreact to my overreacting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I Like About Being a Marilyn &lt;br /&gt;* being committed and faithful to family and friends&lt;br /&gt;* being responsible and hardworking&lt;br /&gt;* being compassionate toward others&lt;br /&gt;* having intellect and wit&lt;br /&gt;* being a nonconformist&lt;br /&gt;* confronting danger bravely&lt;br /&gt;* being direct and assertive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's Hard About Being a Marilyn &lt;br /&gt;* the constant push and pull involved in trying to make up my mind&lt;br /&gt;* procrastinating because of fear of failure; having little confidence in myself&lt;br /&gt;* fearing being abandoned or taken advantage of&lt;br /&gt;* exhausting myself by worrying and scanning for danger&lt;br /&gt;* wishing I had a rule book at work so I could do everything right&lt;br /&gt;* being too critical of myself when I haven't lived up to my expectations&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marilyns as Children Often &lt;br /&gt;* are friendly, likable, and dependable, and/or sarcastic, bossy, and stubborn&lt;br /&gt;* are anxious and hypervigilant; anticipate danger&lt;br /&gt;* form a team of "us against them" with a best friend or parent&lt;br /&gt;* look to groups or authorities to protect them and/or question authority and rebel&lt;br /&gt;* are neglected or abused, come from unpredictable or alcoholic families, and/or take on the fearfulness of an overly anxious parent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marilyns as Parents &lt;br /&gt;* are often loving, nurturing, and have a strong sense of duty&lt;br /&gt;* are sometimes reluctant to give their children independence&lt;br /&gt;* worry more than most that their children will get hurt&lt;br /&gt;* sometimes have trouble saying no and setting boundaries&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to admit that I copied this from another blog. I liked it so much!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7231082323345730477-728241259775774403?l=allthehardins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthehardins.blogspot.com/feeds/728241259775774403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7231082323345730477&amp;postID=728241259775774403&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231082323345730477/posts/default/728241259775774403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231082323345730477/posts/default/728241259775774403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthehardins.blogspot.com/2008/12/instruction-manual-on-me.html' title='Instruction Manual on ME!'/><author><name>ehardin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15388621875321596033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yjXb5SQIEaw/Sx_s5bK4o8I/AAAAAAAAIGU/IPYs3FDQbs4/S220/Michelle,+Me,+Tracy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yjXb5SQIEaw/STgWb31ppaI/AAAAAAAACH0/rOOVf7c9y3E/s72-c/Marilyn+Monroe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7231082323345730477.post-1959772966453598257</id><published>2008-12-02T09:02:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T13:49:34.226-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Awesome!</title><content type='html'>OK Ladies.&lt;br /&gt;See right side bar....Rebel For A Cause button...&lt;br /&gt;Here's a great contest. Although I am desperate to win. It's a raffle with all proceeds going to a great &lt;a href="//www.stringofpearlsonline.com/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;foundation&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://www.nohandsbutours.com/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and this one&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.theelisonproject.org/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and this one&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;!!! Not one, but three places to make difference!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again, it is from probably my "most favorite" &lt;a href="http://www.mycharmingkids.net/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;blog&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a HUGE contest with an even bigger reward than the prize you get. It's perfect for this time of year of "gimme" "gimme". You get AND you get to give back! Love IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really, really hope to win. Trey and I have been shopping cameras for me. I really want to get going with my own little business. I adore photography. After all, I do have the best subjects to view and study-MY KIDS! :) What and enormous blessing it would be to win! Even if not, I will get to help someone who needs it...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7231082323345730477-1959772966453598257?l=allthehardins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthehardins.blogspot.com/feeds/1959772966453598257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7231082323345730477&amp;postID=1959772966453598257&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231082323345730477/posts/default/1959772966453598257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231082323345730477/posts/default/1959772966453598257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthehardins.blogspot.com/2008/12/awesome.html' title='Awesome!'/><author><name>ehardin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15388621875321596033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yjXb5SQIEaw/Sx_s5bK4o8I/AAAAAAAAIGU/IPYs3FDQbs4/S220/Michelle,+Me,+Tracy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7231082323345730477.post-6758174677961598446</id><published>2008-11-22T10:37:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T10:56:00.439-06:00</updated><title type='text'>great blog!</title><content type='html'>This is a great &lt;a href="http://www.mycharmingkids.net/"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt; I have been reading.&lt;br /&gt;I really admire her faith and walk. &lt;br /&gt;Read the background story about Stellan and you will understand. &lt;br /&gt;She is having some "Fryday" contest too....it will be fun..and worth you time&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7231082323345730477-6758174677961598446?l=allthehardins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthehardins.blogspot.com/feeds/6758174677961598446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7231082323345730477&amp;postID=6758174677961598446&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231082323345730477/posts/default/6758174677961598446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231082323345730477/posts/default/6758174677961598446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthehardins.blogspot.com/2008/11/great-blog.html' title='great blog!'/><author><name>ehardin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15388621875321596033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yjXb5SQIEaw/Sx_s5bK4o8I/AAAAAAAAIGU/IPYs3FDQbs4/S220/Michelle,+Me,+Tracy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7231082323345730477.post-5940449368290696957</id><published>2008-11-20T18:06:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T18:14:46.756-06:00</updated><title type='text'>WooHoo!</title><content type='html'>So, I hit my breaking point yesterday. I was just exhausted and in tears. I was in desperate need of a break. Trey came home and made sure the kids stayed far away for awhile. He was great. It was great to lock myself in my room and talk to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;no one&lt;/span&gt;. No words, no helping, nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had been feeling really lonely and missing having friends around. I was having a bit of a pity party for one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then tonight I got invited to go hear a band play out on the lake. A lady from church called to tell me that they were playing. I think it may be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;some one's&lt;/span&gt; husband maybe, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; quote me on that though...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the kicker is.....her daughter offered to babysit for F-R-E-E!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Hallelujah&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Hallelujah&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;I am soooooooooo excited just to have a break, get dressed up, be with my husband alone, be a girl, relax, get out of the house, etc, etc,,,,,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, the Cameron's will be here tomorrow night too!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, I get a break, an invite, and my friend!&lt;br /&gt;WooHoo!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7231082323345730477-5940449368290696957?l=allthehardins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthehardins.blogspot.com/feeds/5940449368290696957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7231082323345730477&amp;postID=5940449368290696957&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231082323345730477/posts/default/5940449368290696957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231082323345730477/posts/default/5940449368290696957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthehardins.blogspot.com/2008/11/woohoo.html' title='WooHoo!'/><author><name>ehardin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15388621875321596033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yjXb5SQIEaw/Sx_s5bK4o8I/AAAAAAAAIGU/IPYs3FDQbs4/S220/Michelle,+Me,+Tracy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7231082323345730477.post-4735795323478378664</id><published>2008-11-15T20:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T20:43:13.275-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Deal</title><content type='html'>I just starting reading this blog...&lt;br /&gt;Great deal today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bargainshopperlady.com/"&gt;http://bargainshopperlady.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7231082323345730477-4735795323478378664?l=allthehardins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthehardins.blogspot.com/feeds/4735795323478378664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7231082323345730477&amp;postID=4735795323478378664&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231082323345730477/posts/default/4735795323478378664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231082323345730477/posts/default/4735795323478378664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthehardins.blogspot.com/2008/11/deal.html' title='Deal'/><author><name>ehardin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15388621875321596033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yjXb5SQIEaw/Sx_s5bK4o8I/AAAAAAAAIGU/IPYs3FDQbs4/S220/Michelle,+Me,+Tracy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7231082323345730477.post-8371499223505105559</id><published>2008-11-06T09:47:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T12:15:25.570-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Location.Location.Location.</title><content type='html'>That's what it's all about right?&lt;br /&gt;Before we moved, when I would tell people where we were moving, I heard all kinds of comments. The ones that stuck with me were the ones from people that had lived in this area. I remembered them and sort of filed them away.&lt;br /&gt;The comments were all similar. "Oh, you're gonna love it there. It's so real there." "It's so much slower there." "I wish we could go back. There's just not as much pressure." And many more like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first clue was when I went to a club Trey helped grand open and the spa manager and I were talking. He said to meet with this specific stylist. She could give me that "Dallas hair." I kind of laughed. He said that  Dallas has a higher standard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we are here and just spending time over the weekend unpacking. We are in an older established neighborhood. It is tree lined and gorgeous. Our house was built in 1972 I think. It needs some updating, but it is in great shape and we love it. The neighbors are great. Many have lived here all their lives. I noticed when we were visiting here and more the days after the move, the shops and buildings are older. Everything is not brand new and shiny. At first I could sort of feel myself feeling kind of bratty and not really liking it. Now I realize it was just that I was so used to back home everything is neat, polished and brand spanking new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, the first day of school is when all the comments I had heard really showed their meaning. The kids made sure to wear their best, since it was the first day.&lt;br /&gt;I went to eat lunch with the kids and made sure I looked all cute. Ya know, a girl's gotta make a good first impression! I get there and sit down. I see other moms around and the teacher on lunch duty. I quickly noticed, I was somewhat overdressed. I wasn't wearing anything crazy like a suit. Just cute top, jeans, and cork wedge heels. But, the other people were major casually dressed.  I even saw Teva's and scrunchis ( agasp!) old mom jeans...and just plain old tshirts. I did not see even one Prada handbag!&lt;br /&gt;Those were just a few that were out of date. But really most were not as "dolled up" as I am used to seeing.&lt;br /&gt;Even the kids were dressed different. It was typical Target/W&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;al&lt;/span&gt;-mart clothes. I didn't see any other the girls decked out in Limited Too stuff. Just average. Across the board average.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have also noticed the pick-up line. I get there early and the kids and I walk most days. So, that gives me some people watching time too. I see the cars file in and line up. Honda accents, Pilots, Jeeps, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Kias&lt;/span&gt;, older Suburbans ....average. There are some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Escalades&lt;/span&gt;, Lexus, and Benz sprinkled in, but not like back home. The average is the majority not the minority. It's not a line of luxury vehicles in the pick up line. It's just more balanced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noone has even asked what neighborhood I live in!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was for sure a culture shock. It was also humbling for me.&lt;br /&gt;Living in North Dallas, I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; felt the pressure so many days, most of them really, to fit in, to live up, to measure up. It always felt like we never had enough. Almost as if we were failing because we weren't in the same "bracket" as some people. It was a lot of pressure.&lt;br /&gt;I felt like I had to be dressed just right to go to school and eat lunch with the kids. I felt like I was a gimme that we should eat a certain restaraunts and frustrated that we couldn't. It was a frustrated lack of not having...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being here has really shown my a lot about myself and my focus. I noticed it when we were there, but it was still so close that I couldn't see it all. I can see now how focused I was on the wrong things. I was frustated I didn't have a new Suburban( I still want one), that I have a minivan. I was frustrated that I didn't have the "in"jeans, only regular store ones. I was frustrated that we didn't have new house on a big lot instead of a  small home in a decent neighborhood. I do not think there is a problem with having nice things or wanting more for yourself. The problem was I was letting all that detemine who I was. I was caught up in the status of it all.&lt;br /&gt;I was frustrated about so many of the wrong things, instead of what was true and real.&lt;br /&gt;I was caught up in it. I had let in damage myself self-esteem and my view of who I was as a person. Talk about idols! I feel like we let so much of our day to day life slip by trying to grab all the wrong things around us. I feel like I should have been more content. More appreciative of the blessings we did have. I should not have compared. It is hard not too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have heard that too from some of the residents here that used to live in Dallas, that they compared there and felt driven to get more and feel calmer here. ( I think the MILLIONS of trees have something to do with it too) :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said to someone the other day how different it was here. And they said,"No, It's just not North Dallas. I always heard on the news about the greatest cities and "pressure" cities, Dallas was always one of them. I see it now. I didn't really get it then. NOt to the extent I do now.&lt;br /&gt;It seems like nothing was ever enough there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's nice just to be me. I feel happy here. Calm. Peaceful. Content.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Logan hasn't even had a fit and said," I don't have anything to wear." since we have been here. That used to be an every other day event. I am glad that they are more relaxed too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was telling my mom about it and she said," That's better for you." I don't really feel like its better, just different. I don't think one is better than the other, just different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trey's Aunt said she noticed the same thing when they moved from Plano to Raleigh. And my friend Angela said the same thing when they moved to Iowa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is interesting to me that just based on location how things can be so different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew that God moved us here to take us on a journey and to change me, to grow me and to teach me. This is just one lesson along the way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7231082323345730477-8371499223505105559?l=allthehardins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthehardins.blogspot.com/feeds/8371499223505105559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7231082323345730477&amp;postID=8371499223505105559&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231082323345730477/posts/default/8371499223505105559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231082323345730477/posts/default/8371499223505105559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthehardins.blogspot.com/2008/11/locationlocationlocation.html' title='Location.Location.Location.'/><author><name>ehardin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15388621875321596033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yjXb5SQIEaw/Sx_s5bK4o8I/AAAAAAAAIGU/IPYs3FDQbs4/S220/Michelle,+Me,+Tracy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7231082323345730477.post-1429808863670879709</id><published>2008-11-05T11:54:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T12:21:34.365-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What?</title><content type='html'>OK...&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe that on Thursday it will be one month since we have been here! Some days it feels like we just got here and others it feels like we have always been here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, since I am way behind, I will hit the highlights of the past month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't blogged because Trey wiped our whole computer and spent a whole week trying to get it all set up again. We sure miss our "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;techy&lt;/span&gt;" neighbor Shaun! They got it up and going via phone conversations. Then it started acting up and I thought I would "help" &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;MMM&lt;/span&gt;.... yea not so much!&lt;br /&gt;I wiped it all our again!&lt;br /&gt;So it's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;partly&lt;/span&gt; going again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to church the first Sunday we were here. It was an emotional day for me. I cried all day. When I woke up, on the way to church, through church, after church....you get the idea. WE get there and the conversation was something like this." take one kid to bldg B upstairs, other kids next hall &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;bldg&lt;/span&gt; A, other kid downstairs to adjacent hall blah blah blah! I was not happy! I missed parking lot and my kids running in to our old church.&lt;br /&gt;We have since found another church that we think we really like. It is warm and friendly and not so chaotic. I feels a lot like our old church only bigger, but still close and warm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first day of school was hectic and full of nerves. I went to eat lunch with the kids and they were all smiles and having a great day. So, when &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;no one&lt;/span&gt; seemed to be able to find &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Caden&lt;/span&gt; after school and he was found ACROSS THE STREET AT THE PARK IN TEARS AND TREMBLING!!! At least I knew he had had a good day earlier!. I was not happy at all. Then the second day....again, no one knew where he was. He got shuffled to the wrong car line. Not happy again!&lt;br /&gt;So, the third day as i walked the kids in to give instructions to the teachers, the asst principal pops off and says they don't allow parents to talk to the teachers after 8am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh no she didn't!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I quickly turn and abruptly tell her," My son has been lost for two days in a row, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;no one&lt;/span&gt; has bothered to call and check on him or anything. It is our third day at this school and they are not sure of their way around. So I will walk my kids to class and I will talk to the teacher's!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She quipped," Then you need a name badge."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got your name badge lady! Not happy again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I met  with the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;principal&lt;/span&gt; to discuss my concerns. That went about as expected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not impressed so far at all! The kids love it though. They are doing great and really adjusting well. The comment was made the other day," We don't want to move back." I guess I can't complain too much when they are happy. I still am not impressed though...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Cameron's came in town for Logan's 10&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; birthday and we had such a good time. I miss my friend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next couple weeks seemed to have settled into somewhat of a "norm".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trey's parents came in town this weekend  and we really enjoyed having them here. It was a nice time, and of course, the kids had a blast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Caden&lt;/span&gt; had a seal cough and then Ryan did too last night. Went to Dr today and looks like Ryan has flu! Great! It's that time of year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids really are doing great. There are miles and miles of greenbelts for riding bike and tons of room to run and play here. Inside and out. They love our house. Trey is home for dinner and takes the kids to school every morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am having a harder time that I had thought. I didn't realize how much of the little things I would miss. It's hard picking the kids up and seeing all the moms circled up at the park. You can tell the kids have all gone to school together for years. I feel left out of the loop. I don't know all the happenings in the community and up at the school.  I miss the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;familiarity&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;It will come. It just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;caught&lt;/span&gt; me off guard. I was so worried about the kids adjusting. I didn't take time to think how it would affect me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pros greatly weigh out the cons. It is beautiful here. I love my house and being with my family. It is a much slower pace here. But I will save those details for another day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that just about catches it all up...I'll try to do better now. (I always say that) :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7231082323345730477-1429808863670879709?l=allthehardins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthehardins.blogspot.com/feeds/1429808863670879709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7231082323345730477&amp;postID=1429808863670879709&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231082323345730477/posts/default/1429808863670879709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231082323345730477/posts/default/1429808863670879709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthehardins.blogspot.com/2008/11/what.html' title='What?'/><author><name>ehardin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15388621875321596033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yjXb5SQIEaw/Sx_s5bK4o8I/AAAAAAAAIGU/IPYs3FDQbs4/S220/Michelle,+Me,+Tracy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7231082323345730477.post-6145619749665117280</id><published>2008-10-23T11:06:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T11:45:06.490-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Catch Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;. I am going to do my best to recount the details here. I had a cute video &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;slideshow&lt;/span&gt; with the song "Happy Trails" playing along. So, just image it. Because it never got posted and our computer got wiped out when we were trying to get it set up here :(.&lt;br /&gt;I am going to start with Thursday October 9&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;th(which happened to be my birthday)&lt;/span&gt;. That's the day we left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Early morning, really excited! A HUGE moving truck showed up and it all began. Our whole life packed up in 5 hours. It was such a weird feeling. It was really busy. People everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;Trey and I seemed to be fussing about everything. Emotions were really running high. It seemed like everything was in the way and wasn't going right. There was so much to do all in one day. It was really stressful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Caden&lt;/span&gt; had been sick with mono and didn't even get to say goodbye to his class. Caden and Ryan went to mother-in-law's house which was a huge help. Kannan went to school.So that gave us some time to really get things going at home. Things were going quick and the movers were gone by 2. Then came time for the little details and cleaning up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to pick up Logan and as her friends saw me coming, they grabbed her and wouldn't let go. I was trying to be strong for her, but that didn't last long. As all the kids from 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; grade came out of their classrooms, it just hit me. I had watched all those kids grow up with my kids. They all know Logan's siblings. Many have been in our life since kindergarden. I love them all. It was so hard to walk out of there. Logan didn't cry. I did. She had so many little friends write cards and give her presents. Many were crying. It was tough. But we made it though that part. Then it was back to the house to get ready to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I really cared about was standing in my empty house, with my family, praying and saying goodbye to that part of our life. Well, by the end of the day...&lt;br /&gt;I had to run to the bank. Half of my kids were at my mother-in-laws, Trey ran there(&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;MIL's&lt;/span&gt; house) to take a shower. I had huge drama at the bank, couldn't get the cashiers check needed to get the keys to move into this house( the wrong amount of our direct deposit went in), I am in tears at the bank. They had to override some things, so I ended up getting it.&lt;br /&gt;I had been up since 2:30 am, I was exhausted(mentally, physically and emotionally). I thought we would leave at 3. We ended up leaving at 7:30! I left the bank.&lt;br /&gt;I went and ate and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;MIL's&lt;/span&gt; house. Said painful goodbyes, and we were gone. Not from our house. Just gone. It was fine to say goodbye from there, but I didn't say goodbye to my house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had brought home, my two youngest girls, from the hospital there. I had healed boo-boos there. I had raised kids there. I had seen my two oldest children accept Christ there. I had seen so many tears there, laughed there, hurt there, rejoiced there. I had grown into a whole different person there. I had seen our marriage go through so much there, be transformed there.&lt;br /&gt;I watched kids learn to ride their bikes there, take first steps there, so much there.&lt;br /&gt;It's just gone, in a blur of memories, gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got here at around 11:30. It all hit Logan as we were going to sleep. She cried such a heart felt cry. So deep. She was heartbroken. Her whole life was gone as she knew it. She just laid in the floor in my arms and cried. My heart broke for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we were here. We were all together after a long 2 months. A hard 2 months. But here.&lt;br /&gt;A whole new home. A whole new life. A whole new chapter to be written.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7231082323345730477-6145619749665117280?l=allthehardins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthehardins.blogspot.com/feeds/6145619749665117280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7231082323345730477&amp;postID=6145619749665117280&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231082323345730477/posts/default/6145619749665117280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231082323345730477/posts/default/6145619749665117280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthehardins.blogspot.com/2008/10/catch-up.html' title='Catch Up'/><author><name>ehardin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15388621875321596033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yjXb5SQIEaw/Sx_s5bK4o8I/AAAAAAAAIGU/IPYs3FDQbs4/S220/Michelle,+Me,+Tracy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7231082323345730477.post-4978964783304814276</id><published>2008-10-21T22:35:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T23:01:08.710-05:00</updated><title type='text'>First Things...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yjXb5SQIEaw/SP6gS2Bt6_I/AAAAAAAABLc/CG05W0-oCK0/s1600-h/Last+days+in+Prosper+168.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259817660416125938" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yjXb5SQIEaw/SP6gS2Bt6_I/AAAAAAAABLc/CG05W0-oCK0/s320/Last+days+in+Prosper+168.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hello! I have so much to tell you all about but, 1st things first.&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;p&gt;My sweet, sweet Logan. She turned 10 on Saturday, October the 18&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;. I can not believe it has been 10 years already. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Logan, you changed my life in so many ways. You made everything so much better. You made me learn to give in ways I never thought I could. You showed me what is was to hold love in my hands on the day you were born. You have made me a better person, mom, wife and child of God. You make me want to do better everyday. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You absolutely amaze me. You are so smart, so gifted, so talented, so loving, so big-hearted, so caring, so intuitive, so responsible, and on and on...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You love for things to be just so and perfect. You know exactly how you want things, and if it doesn't happen, you have a hard time changing without letting everyone know. ( I have no idea where that comes from ;) ) You demand perfection from yourself in all you do. You always have. Even when you were &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;little&lt;/span&gt; you like all your books stacked up in a nice and neat pile so you could read them. You loved books from the start. You loved to learn. You still do and I hope that always continues. You wouldn't even eat a Oreo cookie if it had a crack or chip in it. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You believe there is right and wrong in the world. You have always had somewhat of an adult side this way. You know that the Bible is truth and believe God for who He is and what He did. I pray you cling to those truths through you whole life. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Logan, I am so glad I get to be your mom everyday. You make me so proud. Just the thought of you makes me smile. You are changing so much and growing in many different ways. I am trying to grow with you. I still see you as that baby I held in my arms and just stared in awe. You will always be that to me.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ten years ago my whole world turned inside out and became a better place to be. It was no longer about me. I was about you, and us, as a family. Everything I do is for you. The past ten years have flown by. I know the years to follow will too. Soon I will be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;yellin&lt;/span&gt;,' "Gig' Em!" for you. But, until then, I will keep hugging to tight. Listening to all you have to say( I love our talks) ,being there for you, and loving you every minute. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I love you Pip!&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/7231082323345730477-4978964783304814276?l=allthehardins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthehardins.blogspot.com/feeds/4978964783304814276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7231082323345730477&amp;postID=4978964783304814276&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231082323345730477/posts/default/4978964783304814276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231082323345730477/posts/default/4978964783304814276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthehardins.blogspot.com/2008/10/first-things.html' title='First Things...'/><author><name>ehardin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15388621875321596033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yjXb5SQIEaw/Sx_s5bK4o8I/AAAAAAAAIGU/IPYs3FDQbs4/S220/Michelle,+Me,+Tracy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yjXb5SQIEaw/SP6gS2Bt6_I/AAAAAAAABLc/CG05W0-oCK0/s72-c/Last+days+in+Prosper+168.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7231082323345730477.post-4575858611581947898</id><published>2008-10-03T11:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T11:51:26.787-05:00</updated><title type='text'>two things...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yjXb5SQIEaw/SOZNjRx-EfI/AAAAAAAABLM/nUEcqicEirg/s1600-h/100_7211.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yjXb5SQIEaw/SOZNjRx-EfI/AAAAAAAABLM/nUEcqicEirg/s320/100_7211.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  One:&lt;br /&gt;I just had to post this because, how could I not!?!?&lt;br /&gt;Look at how stinkn' cute she is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yjXb5SQIEaw/SOZNjv-0FYI/AAAAAAAABLU/hB5cgdbyj4M/s1600-h/100_7210.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yjXb5SQIEaw/SOZNjv-0FYI/AAAAAAAABLU/hB5cgdbyj4M/s320/100_7210.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Second, because at the Beth Moore live telecast, Beth talked about holding and protecting God's word in your heart. She said that when you hear or read it protect it, and gave the visual of putting your hand over your heart and holding it in.&lt;br /&gt;Don't let go of it. Don't let it get stolen by the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was a totally candid moment with Ryan, but when I saw the picture, my heart melted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord, I pray she can always cling to your Word. I pray she falls madly in love with you and never lets go. Amen&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:LEFT'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7231082323345730477-4575858611581947898?l=allthehardins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthehardins.blogspot.com/feeds/4575858611581947898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7231082323345730477&amp;postID=4575858611581947898&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231082323345730477/posts/default/4575858611581947898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231082323345730477/posts/default/4575858611581947898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthehardins.blogspot.com/2008/10/two-things.html' title='two things...'/><author><name>ehardin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15388621875321596033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yjXb5SQIEaw/Sx_s5bK4o8I/AAAAAAAAIGU/IPYs3FDQbs4/S220/Michelle,+Me,+Tracy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yjXb5SQIEaw/SOZNjRx-EfI/AAAAAAAABLM/nUEcqicEirg/s72-c/100_7211.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7231082323345730477.post-6980932706955705014</id><published>2008-09-30T18:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T18:09:13.852-05:00</updated><title type='text'>To Everything Turn Turn Turn</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yjXb5SQIEaw/SOKxmc3SwlI/AAAAAAAABKs/fv3Y5QV5s0U/s1600-h/100_7214.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yjXb5SQIEaw/SOKxmc3SwlI/AAAAAAAABKs/fv3Y5QV5s0U/s320/100_7214.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  The older I get the more I understand some of the lines in that song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first leaf of fall fell in my yard on Sunday. I thought it to be quite symbolic of my life right now. A whole new season of my life is about to begin. Seeing that leaf was was just conformation of that.&lt;br /&gt;The is a turn, a new season, a new "purpose under heaven" to which God is working out.&lt;br /&gt;I would not have thought I few weeks ago, that I was prepared or ready, but sure enough, I am. I am so ready to take the next step into another chapter of my life. I am ready to become more than I am today. And more than I will be tomorrow. And the next. I am ready to grow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. sorry that that song is now stuck in your head(for those of you older enough to know it...)&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:LEFT'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7231082323345730477-6980932706955705014?l=allthehardins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthehardins.blogspot.com/feeds/6980932706955705014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7231082323345730477&amp;postID=6980932706955705014&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231082323345730477/posts/default/6980932706955705014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231082323345730477/posts/default/6980932706955705014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthehardins.blogspot.com/2008/09/to-everything-turn-turn-turn.html' title='To Everything Turn Turn Turn'/><author><name>ehardin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15388621875321596033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yjXb5SQIEaw/Sx_s5bK4o8I/AAAAAAAAIGU/IPYs3FDQbs4/S220/Michelle,+Me,+Tracy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yjXb5SQIEaw/SOKxmc3SwlI/AAAAAAAABKs/fv3Y5QV5s0U/s72-c/100_7214.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7231082323345730477.post-4411175534412417856</id><published>2008-09-14T18:35:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T18:52:28.446-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Final Countdown</title><content type='html'>Well, another countdown. It's 24 days til we move. It hit me today. We really are moving. AND I REALLY HAVE A LOT TO DO!!! That's not much time to get it all done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trey is fine and made it through the hurricane. He had power where he was and all was fine. It was a mess around him. But he was good. Praise! I guess he is officially "broken in." I hope I miss my turn. Scary!&lt;br /&gt;5 days til we see him. We are going down Friday. I can't wait to see him!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I have been really sad this week. I feel like ties and bonds are breaking here. Relational doors seem to be closing. In a way I feel like our relationships are drying up. I am not sure if it's an attack or God making it easier when we do leave. I am not sure I am prepared. But I know, He will not let me down and will prepare the way for me there. It's hard to let go.&lt;br /&gt;For weeks, there was such a hightened excitement here. People helping me decorate. People helping fix up our house. People so sad we were leaving. People wanting to spend time with us before we go. Now, It just seems like the emotions have faded. And here we are and there everyone else is. Our life is going to dramatically change and all of theirs just goes back to another day of their life.&lt;br /&gt;I am full of regret for all the relationships I didn't put more effort into. The parties I didn't attend. The time I wasted. All the wrong words I have said. All the negative self images that kept me from diving into life. I feel like I missed out on so much here due to my own imaturity and fears. (I know that in one reason He is moving us-to grow me in these areas)&lt;br /&gt;It has been a big lesson to take the time to let people in and to learn to put myself out there too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like my hand has been so closed tight this week. I feel like I am not ready to let go of anything right now. I feel sad and anxious and lonely, very lonely. Even inside my own house. It's such a strange feeling. The worse part is, I know the more I hold onto, the less He can put in my hand to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;receive&lt;/span&gt;. I know it, but I can't seem to do it. Not this week anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His mercies are new everyday. Tomorrow is another day and another lesson.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7231082323345730477-4411175534412417856?l=allthehardins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthehardins.blogspot.com/feeds/4411175534412417856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7231082323345730477&amp;postID=4411175534412417856&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231082323345730477/posts/default/4411175534412417856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231082323345730477/posts/default/4411175534412417856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthehardins.blogspot.com/2008/09/final-countdown.html' title='Final Countdown'/><author><name>ehardin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15388621875321596033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yjXb5SQIEaw/Sx_s5bK4o8I/AAAAAAAAIGU/IPYs3FDQbs4/S220/Michelle,+Me,+Tracy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7231082323345730477.post-3118976127669251602</id><published>2008-09-04T10:27:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T10:35:42.808-05:00</updated><title type='text'>GOOD!</title><content type='html'>YAY!! YAY!! YAY!!!&lt;br /&gt;We have an accepted offer on our house! Whew! What a relief...Now we are Houston bound..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We still have to get through the option period to be all out of the woods, but i am sure it will be fine.&lt;br /&gt;I am just can't wait to get there, and see God's plan unfold and to see all that is planned for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am just so excited I can't hardly stand it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could just ramble on and on and on. WOO HOO!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a different note, SARAH PALIN IS A ROCK STAR!&lt;br /&gt;She is a stud!! I am so proud of someone in the Republican party finally calling black as black, and white as white. All the grey was was driving me crazy!! A real republican!!! Someone not afraid to call is like it is...&lt;br /&gt;What a woman! I can't even begin to imagine the responsibilities she is taking on above the everyday depands of motherhood!&lt;br /&gt;I am really proud to have a nominee that came across as a woman, not a woman trying to be a man(like someone else we know...)&lt;br /&gt;I thought she was direct and to the point. She was brave, strong, graceful, and fearless in her attacks. She topped it all off with a neat bow with a mother's touch. Well done!!&lt;br /&gt;That's my soap box for now...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7231082323345730477-3118976127669251602?l=allthehardins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthehardins.blogspot.com/feeds/3118976127669251602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7231082323345730477&amp;postID=3118976127669251602&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231082323345730477/posts/default/3118976127669251602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231082323345730477/posts/default/3118976127669251602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthehardins.blogspot.com/2008/09/good.html' title='GOOD!'/><author><name>ehardin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15388621875321596033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yjXb5SQIEaw/Sx_s5bK4o8I/AAAAAAAAIGU/IPYs3FDQbs4/S220/Michelle,+Me,+Tracy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7231082323345730477.post-4925661590627038444</id><published>2008-09-03T08:22:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T08:39:57.946-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>No, I haven't moved yet. No, I haven't fallen off the face of the earth, and NO, I am not huddled in my closet in a heap of tears(not today anyway!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things have been a "ROLLA-COSTA" for sure around here lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trey came home this weekend, which was GREAT! It was a small dose of him, but a well needed booster shot. We all had a great time together. There was such a sense of calm from everyone. It was just peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We thought we had 3 incoming offers on our house and then it slowly dwindled to one. A very low one. Then out of the blue we were back up to 2. Now back to one, but they have come up more than we thought they would. It's still not as much as we would like, but we just have to take what we can get so we can get out here and be all together. They have agreed to everything we asked, so we are just trying to get to an agreeable price. Keep praying...hopefully today!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids had a long week at school. They have the greatest teachers, Mrs. Watson and Mrs. Kinsey. There was high drama for Logan, because she didn't even have one friend in her class, but she seems fine now. She adores Mrs. Watson so that seemed to make up for it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caden loves Mrs. Kinsey. They were exhausted last week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let's see how good your emotional math is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have 4 children who have slept in all summer, 1 Dad who left for Houston on Thursday, 1 night of meet the teacher(minus 1 Dad) 1 first day of school(minus 1 Dad), 5 early morning days in week(minus 1 Dad-you get the picture). 3 kids in one room(will explain later) 1 mom with 2 hands and 2 arms to love and only 1 mom with an overloaded brain, numerous and too many to count emotions, what would your week look like???!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are hanging in there and this week is better. We are getting in the swing of things and taken things one day at a time.&lt;br /&gt;Going along with my header of "The Opened Handed Life", there have been many things I have been holding on to this week. And many things I have received from My God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;His Mercies Are New Everyday!&lt;/em&gt; Thank Goodness...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7231082323345730477-4925661590627038444?l=allthehardins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthehardins.blogspot.com/feeds/4925661590627038444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7231082323345730477&amp;postID=4925661590627038444&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231082323345730477/posts/default/4925661590627038444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231082323345730477/posts/default/4925661590627038444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthehardins.blogspot.com/2008/09/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>ehardin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15388621875321596033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yjXb5SQIEaw/Sx_s5bK4o8I/AAAAAAAAIGU/IPYs3FDQbs4/S220/Michelle,+Me,+Tracy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7231082323345730477.post-7101365182301617952</id><published>2008-08-22T20:36:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T22:11:15.682-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Void</title><content type='html'>Trey left Thursday for Houston.&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to sit and write all about it, but I couldn't . There were so many raw emotions that I couldn't even form words most of the day.&lt;br /&gt;I have such a pain in my chest even as I write this. The tears well, and I can't breathe. I miss him so much it hurts, literally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We laid in bed Wednesday night, and I tried to stay awake all night, with all I had. I just didn't want it to be the day he had to leave. I didn't want to wake up and tell him goodbye. But I did.&lt;br /&gt;It almost seems like a dream. I keep expecting him to walk through the door. I am not sure how or why he is gone. It just doesn't seem right.&lt;br /&gt;We are here. He is there.&lt;br /&gt;All of his things are gone. All his T-shirts, his contacts, his watch on the bathroom sink at night...gone.&lt;br /&gt;As he hugged me goodbye all I could do was shake my head,"NO!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This can't be happening, please NO! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a long night. The kids and I just cried. They are having a hard time. A very hard time. They need their dad.&lt;br /&gt;He is the laughter, the joy, the fun in our house. I miss the feet running, and voices yelling,"DADDY!" when they hear the door opening.&lt;br /&gt;I miss his arms around me.&lt;br /&gt;I miss his face. It hurt to look at him the days before he left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we made the decision for him to leave, we had a strong contract on the table. That fell through the day before he left. We had a date to be back together. I had an end. Now I just feel like we are hanging.&lt;br /&gt;I know it's going to be OK. God has a purpose and a plan better than we could ever plan. I just can't say it doesn't hurt.&lt;br /&gt;My best friend isn't here with me. He isn't here to hold me, to talk to me face to face, to hug me, to make me laugh, to kiss me...&lt;br /&gt;I miss him so much!! I know I said that, but I do.&lt;br /&gt;The minute he walked out the door there was a void. The whole house shifted. It was different in an instant. It was an overwhelming difference. There will be til we are all together again.&lt;br /&gt;He is my love...my man...my better half(for real!)...he make me a better person.&lt;br /&gt;I love you Trey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please keep praying...I know I will be...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7231082323345730477-7101365182301617952?l=allthehardins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthehardins.blogspot.com/feeds/7101365182301617952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7231082323345730477&amp;postID=7101365182301617952&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231082323345730477/posts/default/7101365182301617952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231082323345730477/posts/default/7101365182301617952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthehardins.blogspot.com/2008/08/void.html' title='Void'/><author><name>ehardin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15388621875321596033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yjXb5SQIEaw/Sx_s5bK4o8I/AAAAAAAAIGU/IPYs3FDQbs4/S220/Michelle,+Me,+Tracy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7231082323345730477.post-647483622911703965</id><published>2008-08-14T11:30:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T11:33:19.706-05:00</updated><title type='text'>TOO CUTE!!</title><content type='html'>Look how cute my blog is...i was envious of all the fancy ones!&lt;br /&gt;I would love to say that I did it, but no one would ever believe me, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;knowing&lt;/span&gt; my computer skills and patience level. Not that I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; attempt it though...and after much frustration, my sweet friend &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Valinda&lt;/span&gt;, did it in a matter of minutes!(we all have our gifts) :)&lt;br /&gt;Thanks &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Valinda&lt;/span&gt;,,, I love it!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7231082323345730477-647483622911703965?l=allthehardins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthehardins.blogspot.com/feeds/647483622911703965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7231082323345730477&amp;postID=647483622911703965&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231082323345730477/posts/default/647483622911703965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231082323345730477/posts/default/647483622911703965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthehardins.blogspot.com/2008/08/too-cute.html' title='TOO CUTE!!'/><author><name>ehardin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15388621875321596033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yjXb5SQIEaw/Sx_s5bK4o8I/AAAAAAAAIGU/IPYs3FDQbs4/S220/Michelle,+Me,+Tracy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7231082323345730477.post-4817947536481515573</id><published>2008-08-14T10:39:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T10:40:49.539-05:00</updated><title type='text'>God's Hand</title><content type='html'>I didn't write this I got it from another blog I like to read. It was really good though, so I thought I would pass it along...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10:17 AM (14 minutes ago)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="entry-title-link" href="http://travelingtheroadhome.blogspot.com/2008/08/shelter-of-gods-hand.html" target="_blank" closure_hashcode_="66"&gt;The Shelter of God's Hand&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from &lt;a class="entry-source-title" href="http://www.google.com/reader/view/feed/http%3A%2F%2Ftravelingtheroadhome.blogspot.com%2Ffeeds%2Fposts%2Fdefault" target="_blank" closure_hashcode_="67"&gt;Traveling the Road Home&lt;/a&gt; by Melinda&lt;br /&gt;Today is one of those "word" days.  I get them from time to time; a day when God drops a word into my mind like a coin into a bank. The word for the day is "hand".&lt;br /&gt;I combed the scriptures, of which there are many, that have to do with the hand.  There are passages about man's left hand and right hand, the hands of oppressors, the hand of the enemy; but more than any other, there are scriptures talking about the mighty hand of God.&lt;br /&gt;This one in particular stood out to me:&lt;br /&gt;Humble yourselves therefore under the mighty hand of God,&lt;br /&gt;that he may exalt you in due time.&lt;br /&gt;1 Peter 5:6 (KJV)&lt;br /&gt;Last month, my blog friend, Elaine, wrote a post called "&lt;a href="http://peaceforthejourney.blogspot.com/2008/07/anonymous.html" target="_blank" closure_hashcode_="63"&gt;Anonymous&lt;/a&gt;". [As an aside, you should just head right on over to her blog, &lt;a href="http://peaceforthejourney.blogspot.com/" target="_blank" closure_hashcode_="64"&gt;Peace For the Journey&lt;/a&gt;, when you're done here. Oh my WORD, that girl can write and the Lord will bless your socks off through her! Okay, as I was saying...] She discussed the "hidden" seasons of our lives, when we go about the mundane of our daily lives, seemingly insignificant in the grand scheme of things, to the world at large. This scripture made me think of her post and the way most of us experience being "hidden" at one time or another.&lt;br /&gt;I decided to break down the scripture.  Here's what I found:&lt;br /&gt;Humble yourselves: tapeinoō - to make low, bring low&lt;br /&gt;therefore: oun - accordingly, these things being so&lt;br /&gt;under: hypo - by, under&lt;br /&gt;the mighty: krataios - of the mighty power of God&lt;br /&gt;hand: cheir - applied to God symbolizing His might, activity, power in...upholding and preserving (God is present protecting and aiding one).&lt;br /&gt;of God: theos - spoken of the only and true God; the Godhead, Trinity&lt;br /&gt;that: hina - in order that, so that&lt;br /&gt;He may exalt: hypsoō - to lift up high, to exalt, to raise to dignity, honor and happiness&lt;br /&gt;you: hymas - you, for your sakes&lt;br /&gt;in: en - in, by, with&lt;br /&gt;due time: kairos - due measure, the right time, opportune or seasonable time, at the divinely appointed time. &lt;a href="http://www.blueletterbible.org/cgi-bin/c.pl?book=1Pe&amp;amp;chapter=5&amp;amp;verse=6&amp;amp;version=KJV#6" target="_blank" closure_hashcode_="65"&gt;[i]&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is my takeaway:&lt;br /&gt;If we are going through a time of being "hidden", we need to take comfort in the fact that we are hidden under God's mighty hand.  If we humble ourselves and make ourselves low, we can embrace the fact that we are not stuck under God's thumb, seemingly unable to move forward, but are being preserved and protected, sheltered and grown until the right time, the divinely appointed time when He will scoop us up and lift us high. &lt;br /&gt;Joyfully LAY LOW to, in His time, be RAISED HIGH.&lt;br /&gt;All the while, you'll enjoy both the covering and the foundation of His MIGHTY HAND&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7231082323345730477-4817947536481515573?l=allthehardins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthehardins.blogspot.com/feeds/4817947536481515573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7231082323345730477&amp;postID=4817947536481515573&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231082323345730477/posts/default/4817947536481515573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231082323345730477/posts/default/4817947536481515573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthehardins.blogspot.com/2008/08/gods-hand.html' title='God&apos;s Hand'/><author><name>ehardin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15388621875321596033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yjXb5SQIEaw/Sx_s5bK4o8I/AAAAAAAAIGU/IPYs3FDQbs4/S220/Michelle,+Me,+Tracy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7231082323345730477.post-2679843888533519113</id><published>2008-08-13T09:56:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T10:10:14.533-05:00</updated><title type='text'>subject to change....</title><content type='html'>Well, the latest is Trey is leaving next Thursday. He has to be there to begin his job. The kids and I, are staying here. They will start school here...and then we will move when our house sells. We have someone really interested in the house, so hopefully, the move will be sooner rather than later.&lt;br /&gt;It will all be good.&lt;br /&gt;The kids are excited about starting school with their friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, that's the plan, at this point...there have been many plans, so I am not holding my breath. But, at least it's a starting point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me also say,"I AM SO READY FOR SCHOOL TO START!" It has been a crazy morning. I think the kids are ready too, from all the arguing and bickering and teasing. The Natives are restless!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a couple weeks, I will be sad they are gone all the time again, but today.. . BRING-IT-ON!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7231082323345730477-2679843888533519113?l=allthehardins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthehardins.blogspot.com/feeds/2679843888533519113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7231082323345730477&amp;postID=2679843888533519113&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231082323345730477/posts/default/2679843888533519113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231082323345730477/posts/default/2679843888533519113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthehardins.blogspot.com/2008/08/subject-to-change.html' title='subject to change....'/><author><name>ehardin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15388621875321596033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yjXb5SQIEaw/Sx_s5bK4o8I/AAAAAAAAIGU/IPYs3FDQbs4/S220/Michelle,+Me,+Tracy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7231082323345730477.post-6242709390638126312</id><published>2008-08-12T11:14:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T11:34:42.676-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Open Handed....</title><content type='html'>After a very long week and many many tears...I surrender all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We (meaning  me) had been in such a state of confusion and turmoil.&lt;br /&gt; I had completely fallen under attack and was letting the enemy win. I began to doubt all the truth I knew God had placed on Trey's heart and mine months ago.&lt;br /&gt;So many doors had been closed. We couldn't find a home in Houston. All the showings on our home had stopped, Trey was leaving without us, school was(is) about to start, money was(is ) tight.&lt;br /&gt;The light was being suffocated by the darkness and  I was allowing to enter my heart.&lt;br /&gt;My vision seemed to fade to black...I was  blind, it seemed.  I couldn't see the steps He wanted me to take.&lt;br /&gt;I cried soo much last week. My eyes stayed swollen and red for days. I felt so alone. Like He left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why? Why would He leave me here to suffer? Why would He leave me afraid? Why would He&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;leave me wondering where He was&lt;/em&gt;...for His Glory...&lt;br /&gt;He didn't leave..He never will...&lt;br /&gt;He just let me get low enough to bring me to desperation and surrender.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got on my face, and slowly, reluctantly, honestly, opened my hands and let go. I let him have it all. The fingernail marks in my palms reminders of how tight &lt;em&gt;my grip&lt;/em&gt; had been.&lt;br /&gt;More tears, cleansing tears, repentant tears, healing tears...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through it all He was there. Growing me, protecting me, teaching me, tearing out the old, and restoring the new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, at the end of the day, after letting go and opening my hands to Him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have a strong offer on our house (possibly), the rent house we desperately wanted, the owner is willing to hold it until our house sells!&lt;br /&gt;Amazing Grace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even through my disobedience and doubt...&lt;em&gt;forgive me my Lord. I am sorry...so sorry&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;without me getting it all right.. He prevails...&lt;br /&gt;I just stood in awe, in silence last night. There was nothing left to say, but give reverence where reverence was due. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would love to stand back and say that I handled this journey with grace, peace, patience, and faith. I haven't . I will not be guilty though or discouraged.&lt;br /&gt;He grew something new in my through this...stronger, calmer, clearer. More....more of Him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord I pray, although the pain feels so great, you continue to grow me...I am learning to enjoy the growing pains more.&lt;br /&gt;My pray continues to be let me live an opened handed life to you. Let me give it all to you daily. Help me to realize when I am holding on and help me to let go...I love you desperately...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7231082323345730477-6242709390638126312?l=allthehardins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthehardins.blogspot.com/feeds/6242709390638126312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7231082323345730477&amp;postID=6242709390638126312&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231082323345730477/posts/default/6242709390638126312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231082323345730477/posts/default/6242709390638126312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthehardins.blogspot.com/2008/08/open-handed.html' title='Open Handed....'/><author><name>ehardin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15388621875321596033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yjXb5SQIEaw/Sx_s5bK4o8I/AAAAAAAAIGU/IPYs3FDQbs4/S220/Michelle,+Me,+Tracy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7231082323345730477.post-7028784100457675658</id><published>2008-08-12T10:05:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T10:05:39.506-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fancy Blogs</title><content type='html'>Ok Girls, How Do I get the fancy blogs stuff thats all pretty??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7231082323345730477-7028784100457675658?l=allthehardins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthehardins.blogspot.com/feeds/7028784100457675658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7231082323345730477&amp;postID=7028784100457675658&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231082323345730477/posts/default/7028784100457675658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231082323345730477/posts/default/7028784100457675658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthehardins.blogspot.com/2008/08/fancy-blogs.html' title='Fancy Blogs'/><author><name>ehardin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15388621875321596033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yjXb5SQIEaw/Sx_s5bK4o8I/AAAAAAAAIGU/IPYs3FDQbs4/S220/Michelle,+Me,+Tracy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7231082323345730477.post-334896443137849039</id><published>2008-08-05T09:36:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T09:42:49.420-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Attack! Attack!</title><content type='html'>That's how things feel the past couple of days....&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;satan&lt;/span&gt; is sure chasing us hard right now.&lt;br /&gt;We are having so much trouble finding a house in Houston. Our house here has had a ton of traffic, but no offers. Things have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;gotten&lt;/span&gt; really crazy with so many details swirling and nothing seems to be sticking or coming together.&lt;br /&gt;At this point, it looks like Trey may have to go down without us and we will have to stay here. You know that is just the exact opposite of what this move was supposed to be about. That just seems like that would be the worst thing EVER!&lt;br /&gt;I need you all to pray like crazy....I know God's perfect timing and will is going to win and prevail. If that is His plan, then we will take that journey.&lt;br /&gt;I just want to make sure we take defensive matters and keep ourselves protected from the lies...&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;satan&lt;/span&gt; will always tell you what is true, but never tell you the truth..."-Beth Moore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks in advance for your prayers...i love you all....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7231082323345730477-334896443137849039?l=allthehardins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthehardins.blogspot.com/feeds/334896443137849039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7231082323345730477&amp;postID=334896443137849039&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231082323345730477/posts/default/334896443137849039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231082323345730477/posts/default/334896443137849039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthehardins.blogspot.com/2008/08/attack-attack.html' title='Attack! Attack!'/><author><name>ehardin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15388621875321596033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yjXb5SQIEaw/Sx_s5bK4o8I/AAAAAAAAIGU/IPYs3FDQbs4/S220/Michelle,+Me,+Tracy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7231082323345730477.post-2611116609443896509</id><published>2008-08-04T11:27:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T11:30:44.474-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Caden's Baptism</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yjXb5SQIEaw/SJcuBBg1OKI/AAAAAAAAAyA/xFmhWr8mIC0/s1600-h/100_6956.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yjXb5SQIEaw/SJcuBBg1OKI/AAAAAAAAAyA/xFmhWr8mIC0/s320/100_6956.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;This was supposed to upload on my other post and didn't so.... continue reading......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yjXb5SQIEaw/SJcuBNr223I/AAAAAAAAAyI/T7rj34qUQ34/s1600-h/100_6958.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yjXb5SQIEaw/SJcuBNr223I/AAAAAAAAAyI/T7rj34qUQ34/s320/100_6958.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yjXb5SQIEaw/SJcuBRYu3nI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/hMXjoAh5oYo/s1600-h/100_6959.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yjXb5SQIEaw/SJcuBRYu3nI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/hMXjoAh5oYo/s320/100_6959.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yjXb5SQIEaw/SJcuBkeHZKI/AAAAAAAAAyY/v75bAzlGNWI/s1600-h/100_6960.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yjXb5SQIEaw/SJcuBkeHZKI/AAAAAAAAAyY/v75bAzlGNWI/s320/100_6960.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; moz-background-clip: initial; moz-background-origin: initial; moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7231082323345730477-2611116609443896509?l=allthehardins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthehardins.blogspot.com/feeds/2611116609443896509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7231082323345730477&amp;postID=2611116609443896509&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231082323345730477/posts/default/2611116609443896509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231082323345730477/posts/default/2611116609443896509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthehardins.blogspot.com/2008/08/cadens-baptism.html' title='Caden&apos;s Baptism'/><author><name>ehardin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15388621875321596033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yjXb5SQIEaw/Sx_s5bK4o8I/AAAAAAAAIGU/IPYs3FDQbs4/S220/Michelle,+Me,+Tracy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yjXb5SQIEaw/SJcuBBg1OKI/AAAAAAAAAyA/xFmhWr8mIC0/s72-c/100_6956.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7231082323345730477.post-7372744520626822677</id><published>2008-08-04T11:21:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T11:29:44.084-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Glorious Day!</title><content type='html'>My sweet boy was baptized yesterday. He has been sooo excited about get "babtitized"! I know he is 7 and I could have/should have corrected him, but it was so sweet and innocent when he said it like that, through he voice of excitement...&lt;br /&gt;this is the ring we gave him afterwards. We had the date that he prayed to receive Christ, engraved inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yjXb5SQIEaw/SJcskoz5VjI/AAAAAAAAAxg/0xYdLsv5PAU/s1600-h/100_6929.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yjXb5SQIEaw/SJcskoz5VjI/AAAAAAAAAxg/0xYdLsv5PAU/s320/100_6929.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To make it even better, Trey got to baptize him at our amazing church. Trey did a great job. He held it together(pretty well...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yjXb5SQIEaw/SJcsk9KxriI/AAAAAAAAAxo/yKS4ndvJYOo/s1600-h/100_6935.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yjXb5SQIEaw/SJcsk9KxriI/AAAAAAAAAxo/yKS4ndvJYOo/s320/100_6935.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was an awesome day. I love knowing that my sweet son, is a child of God. I love that he was so excited to let everyone know that he was going to heaven one day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yjXb5SQIEaw/SJcsk4ZWFTI/AAAAAAAAAxw/OqfGge1kTTg/s1600-h/100_6941.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yjXb5SQIEaw/SJcsk4ZWFTI/AAAAAAAAAxw/OqfGge1kTTg/s320/100_6941.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love thee Lord Jesus...thank you for such a blessed life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yjXb5SQIEaw/SJcslJlwiMI/AAAAAAAAAx4/nVE2DxmcJ04/s1600-h/100_6945.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yjXb5SQIEaw/SJcslJlwiMI/AAAAAAAAAx4/nVE2DxmcJ04/s320/100_6945.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; moz-background-clip: initial; moz-background-origin: initial; moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7231082323345730477-7372744520626822677?l=allthehardins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthehardins.blogspot.com/feeds/7372744520626822677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7231082323345730477&amp;postID=7372744520626822677&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231082323345730477/posts/default/7372744520626822677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231082323345730477/posts/default/7372744520626822677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthehardins.blogspot.com/2008/08/oh-glorious-day.html' title='Oh Glorious Day!'/><author><name>ehardin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15388621875321596033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yjXb5SQIEaw/Sx_s5bK4o8I/AAAAAAAAIGU/IPYs3FDQbs4/S220/Michelle,+Me,+Tracy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_yjXb5SQIEaw/SJcskoz5VjI/AAAAAAAAAxg/0xYdLsv5PAU/s72-c/100_6929.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7231082323345730477.post-5703464309214687598</id><published>2008-07-29T10:51:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T10:58:30.328-05:00</updated><title type='text'>20 days and counting!</title><content type='html'>Well, the count down begins. We found a house after an exhausting weekend. The kids were so great of a total of over 30 hours in the car. That's the trip down there &lt;br /&gt;(5), house hunting day 1 (12), house hunting day two (8), and then the last day (7).&lt;br /&gt;It was soo crazy. I felt so bad for them. But they couldn't have been any better. It has been so overwhelming and mental exhausting with all of this. And we still have so much to do. &lt;br /&gt;We are so excited though,.the area is so pretty. You can't even see some of the neighborhoods because the trees are so thick. &lt;br /&gt;The house is 5 minutes from the club Trey will be at! That means way more family time! &lt;br /&gt;It seems like a dream some days. &lt;br /&gt;We know that God has some major stuff planned for us. I can't wait to see it unfold. It feels like waiting for Christmas. I can only imagine all the little presents and blessing He has tucked away to let us open through each step of obedience. The anticipation is killing me!!!&lt;br /&gt;How fun and exciting?!?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7231082323345730477-5703464309214687598?l=allthehardins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthehardins.blogspot.com/feeds/5703464309214687598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7231082323345730477&amp;postID=5703464309214687598&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231082323345730477/posts/default/5703464309214687598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231082323345730477/posts/default/5703464309214687598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthehardins.blogspot.com/2008/07/20-days-and-counting.html' title='20 days and counting!'/><author><name>ehardin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15388621875321596033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yjXb5SQIEaw/Sx_s5bK4o8I/AAAAAAAAIGU/IPYs3FDQbs4/S220/Michelle,+Me,+Tracy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7231082323345730477.post-6170323016045251593</id><published>2008-07-15T09:22:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T09:29:49.632-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Still Working!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yjXb5SQIEaw/SHyyxdeD7tI/AAAAAAAAAwo/VHjDngGUs9A/s1600-h/100_6862.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yjXb5SQIEaw/SHyyxdeD7tI/AAAAAAAAAwo/VHjDngGUs9A/s320/100_6862.jpg' border='0' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we(meanining Trey and the others) are hard at work everynight on the kitchen. Last night was the grout. So, we should only have a day or two more of this chaos. &lt;br /&gt;Trey has had some really great help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yjXb5SQIEaw/SHyyxtVClhI/AAAAAAAAAww/_X2j5T1eGj4/s1600-h/100_6864.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yjXb5SQIEaw/SHyyxtVClhI/AAAAAAAAAww/_X2j5T1eGj4/s320/100_6864.jpg' border='0' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://bp3.blogger.com/_yjXb5SQIEaw/SHyyx8-iV4I/AAAAAAAAAw4/KoHiEZIfhIM/s1600-h/100_6865&lt;br /&gt;Then the reinforcements arrived.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, this is my house right now. You can imagine how I am coping with it.... :) It will all be worth it soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_yjXb5SQIEaw/SHyyx8-iV4I/AAAAAAAAAw4/KoHiEZIfhIM/s320/100_6865.jpg' border='0' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://bp1.blogger.com/_yjXb5SQIEaw/SHyyyHzHp2I/AAAAAAAAAxA/rAB4jqjBPs0/s1600-h/100_6868.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_yjXb5SQIEaw/SHyyyHzHp2I/AAAAAAAAAxA/rAB4jqjBPs0/s320/100_6868.jpg' border='0' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at the awesome job they did!!!&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7231082323345730477-6170323016045251593?l=allthehardins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthehardins.blogspot.com/feeds/6170323016045251593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7231082323345730477&amp;postID=6170323016045251593&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231082323345730477/posts/default/6170323016045251593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231082323345730477/posts/default/6170323016045251593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthehardins.blogspot.com/2008/07/still-working.html' title='Still Working!'/><author><name>ehardin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15388621875321596033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yjXb5SQIEaw/Sx_s5bK4o8I/AAAAAAAAIGU/IPYs3FDQbs4/S220/Michelle,+Me,+Tracy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yjXb5SQIEaw/SHyyxdeD7tI/AAAAAAAAAwo/VHjDngGUs9A/s72-c/100_6862.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7231082323345730477.post-6492838433990273322</id><published>2008-07-12T12:36:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T12:49:17.715-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Home Improvement!</title><content type='html'>Well,&lt;br /&gt;We are going on day two of putting new tile in our kitchen...It is going about as well as expected. hmmm...Let's see. Our whole kitchen is in my living room. I meant it. The fridge, the bar stools, the table and chairs, the pantry.  ALL of it. WE ARE ONLY IN 1400 TO BEGIN WITH!!!&lt;br /&gt;It's really ok, so far. The kids have been great. Ryan has been asleep for a while. I am worried about this afternoon..We are going to have to find some errands to run.&lt;br /&gt;I am sure by tomorrow it would have been a nightmare. Thank goodness we are leaving to take Logan to Sky Ranch for the week. &lt;br /&gt;She is so excited to go to camp. I am excited too, for her. I will be OK until about Thursday, then I will cry like a baby. I hate being away from my kids. &lt;br /&gt;I will post some pics of the kitchen soon! It's going to look great.&lt;br /&gt;The guys are really doing an awesome job. Jason Bankhead, and our neighbor Darrell have been helping. They have been lifesavers!!! Really, they probably save us two days of work. Such a huge help and blessing!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7231082323345730477-6492838433990273322?l=allthehardins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthehardins.blogspot.com/feeds/6492838433990273322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7231082323345730477&amp;postID=6492838433990273322&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231082323345730477/posts/default/6492838433990273322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231082323345730477/posts/default/6492838433990273322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthehardins.blogspot.com/2008/07/home-improvement.html' title='Home Improvement!'/><author><name>ehardin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15388621875321596033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yjXb5SQIEaw/Sx_s5bK4o8I/AAAAAAAAIGU/IPYs3FDQbs4/S220/Michelle,+Me,+Tracy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7231082323345730477.post-97442316919167547</id><published>2008-07-09T15:56:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T16:02:19.474-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Gut Check</title><content type='html'>Well,&lt;br /&gt;this has been a crazy couple of weeks. Caden started out with a sore throat and we ended up at the ENT trying to rule out lymphoma!&lt;br /&gt;I don't know that I have ever been that scared. I prayed on my knees, hands in the air, face to the ground, every way! I begged, pleaded and bargained. I sobbed, wailed, cried, sniffled and had a panic attack. &lt;br /&gt;this was my baby. my boy. the one I say, "Goodnight Buddy Boy! I love you!" Every night to. &lt;br /&gt;It was excruciating. &lt;br /&gt;We got the news yesterday that his blood work came back all normal and it was all most likely a weird virus. He is feeling better too. I think it's the first time I breathed a full breath in 6 days. It was rough. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again, God is faithful. Forever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7231082323345730477-97442316919167547?l=allthehardins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthehardins.blogspot.com/feeds/97442316919167547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7231082323345730477&amp;postID=97442316919167547&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231082323345730477/posts/default/97442316919167547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231082323345730477/posts/default/97442316919167547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthehardins.blogspot.com/2008/07/gut-check.html' title='Gut Check'/><author><name>ehardin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15388621875321596033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yjXb5SQIEaw/Sx_s5bK4o8I/AAAAAAAAIGU/IPYs3FDQbs4/S220/Michelle,+Me,+Tracy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7231082323345730477.post-2169971442905147285</id><published>2008-06-15T15:41:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T15:55:22.413-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Father's Day</title><content type='html'>Trey,&lt;br /&gt;You are the best thing that has ever happened to me. I am not sure if you fully understand that! Because of you being placed in my life, it set in motion a chain of events I could have never imagined. &lt;br /&gt;First, being married to you has been an incredible journey. I can not wait to see what all is planned for ther rest of our time together.&lt;br /&gt;Second, our salvation. His timing in all of that and surrounding us still blows my mind! &lt;br /&gt;Third our kids.....I have been so blessed to be their mom and to raise them with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You give up everything so that I can be home to help raise your kids, to be your wife and to help this family become what God desires it to be. &lt;br /&gt;You work harder than anyone I have ever met. I amazes(and frustrates) me. But, I could never do what you have done for us all these years. &lt;br /&gt;You want sooo desperately to do what God wants you to do. That is so apparent!&lt;br /&gt;You love those kids with all you have. You are the best dad ever. You are so much fun. I love to listen to the heart to heart talks, when you don't know I am listening...you are such an encourager. &lt;br /&gt;You are an awesome influence in their life and in mine. &lt;br /&gt;I have such an extreme amount of confidence in you. I know I could leave for weeks and they would be ok and taken care of and you would get it all done without complaining... (Believe me, I am planning it!) Just kidding.... sort of...&lt;br /&gt;You are the best. I love you more and more everyday!&lt;br /&gt;Thanks and Have the best day! You deserve it.!!!...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7231082323345730477-2169971442905147285?l=allthehardins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthehardins.blogspot.com/feeds/2169971442905147285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7231082323345730477&amp;postID=2169971442905147285&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231082323345730477/posts/default/2169971442905147285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231082323345730477/posts/default/2169971442905147285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthehardins.blogspot.com/2008/06/happy-fathers-day.html' title='Happy Father&apos;s Day'/><author><name>ehardin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15388621875321596033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yjXb5SQIEaw/Sx_s5bK4o8I/AAAAAAAAIGU/IPYs3FDQbs4/S220/Michelle,+Me,+Tracy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7231082323345730477.post-7307957709549019345</id><published>2008-06-04T21:27:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T21:31:54.593-05:00</updated><title type='text'>On My Way To The Promise Land!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yjXb5SQIEaw/SEdPFiIx8gI/AAAAAAAAAvY/3iAfGIxcpkw/s1600-h/100_6203.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yjXb5SQIEaw/SEdPFiIx8gI/AAAAAAAAAvY/3iAfGIxcpkw/s320/100_6203.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yjXb5SQIEaw/SEdPF_MrefI/AAAAAAAAAvg/zV63dW3SF6s/s1600-h/100_6213.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yjXb5SQIEaw/SEdPF_MrefI/AAAAAAAAAvg/zV63dW3SF6s/s320/100_6213.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sweet, sweet boy! Caden Edward Hardin prayed to receive Christ tonight!!!! It just doens't get any better than that. He has been at VBS all week. He asked tonight a&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;s we were saying prayers,"What does it mean to ask Jesus into your heart?" He had heard Pastor Khris talk today about it.&lt;br /&gt;He has been asking some big questions for a few weeks now, but I knew this was God's moment. It was just different. I could tell it had sunk it this time. God had let him hear it! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yjXb5SQIEaw/SEdPGCy8jhI/AAAAAAAAAvo/RimXwkueCYc/s1600-h/100_5638.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yjXb5SQIEaw/SEdPGCy8jhI/AAAAAAAAAvo/RimXwkueCYc/s320/100_5638.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yjXb5SQIEaw/SEdPGSqMqGI/AAAAAAAAAvw/G6ZGGkAL2Lw/s1600-h/100_5672.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yjXb5SQIEaw/SEdPGSqMqGI/AAAAAAAAAvw/G6ZGGkAL2Lw/s320/100_5672.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;He is a great big brother, and little brother.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;He is super silly. He is an aweome athlete and total natural, just like his Dad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;And now, most importantly. A CHILD OF GOD!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;i LOVE YOU BUDDY BOY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; moz-background-clip: initial; moz-background-origin: initial; moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7231082323345730477-7307957709549019345?l=allthehardins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthehardins.blogspot.com/feeds/7307957709549019345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7231082323345730477&amp;postID=7307957709549019345&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231082323345730477/posts/default/7307957709549019345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231082323345730477/posts/default/7307957709549019345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthehardins.blogspot.com/2008/06/on-my-way-to-promise-land.html' title='On My Way To The Promise Land!'/><author><name>ehardin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15388621875321596033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yjXb5SQIEaw/Sx_s5bK4o8I/AAAAAAAAIGU/IPYs3FDQbs4/S220/Michelle,+Me,+Tracy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yjXb5SQIEaw/SEdPFiIx8gI/AAAAAAAAAvY/3iAfGIxcpkw/s72-c/100_6203.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7231082323345730477.post-8161327853809281670</id><published>2008-06-03T15:11:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T15:27:42.854-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Memories</title><content type='html'>So I swore that when i started this blog i would post everyday all the cute little things my kids said and did...hmm...not so much...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear. I have the prettiest journals and devotionals all collecting dust under my bed or in a closet somewhere. I always buy them and say," This time I am going to do it!" Same with this blog and same result...HUMPF!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. Little Kannan made me smile today. We have VBS at church all this week. We are on day two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To back up a little, a few weels agp she asked and has repeatily asked," Mommy, are you going to die?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me all confused, but calmly answered....,"No, honey, God watches over us and I will be right here with you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really, in my head, the answer is....."OH No, she is totally sensing something that I can not see or feel yet. GREAT! I have cancer and God is telling me I should just start the "dead-mothering video tapes" now, with all the things I should tell her after I am gone. I need to start now! I need to have something at every mile stone and make it the greatest thing ever so she will never ever forget me!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I know to some of you that sounds crazy. To those who know me well, it was a good laugh at me and yourself a little too. You know who you are.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to my story.Things have been really emotional and crazy for me with all of job stuff with Trey and stuff. I was fine until about the end of last week and it's just been a down hill thought pattern since then. I am better after today though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yjXb5SQIEaw/SEWo0_cR0PI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/-PewVqmxQtE/s1600-h/100_1277.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207754172460552434" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yjXb5SQIEaw/SEWo0_cR0PI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/-PewVqmxQtE/s320/100_1277.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We were sitting doing our bible lesson. IT was all about Baby Jesus and where he was born. We got to the end of the story and Kannan chimes in, while sitting on my lap," We don't have to worry 'cause God takes care of us..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faith of a child.....I needed to borrow some today! Thanks Kannan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yjXb5SQIEaw/SEWo0_cR0PI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/-PewVqmxQtE/s1600-h/100_1277.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7231082323345730477-8161327853809281670?l=allthehardins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthehardins.blogspot.com/feeds/8161327853809281670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7231082323345730477&amp;postID=8161327853809281670&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231082323345730477/posts/default/8161327853809281670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231082323345730477/posts/default/8161327853809281670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthehardins.blogspot.com/2008/06/memories.html' title='Memories'/><author><name>ehardin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15388621875321596033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yjXb5SQIEaw/Sx_s5bK4o8I/AAAAAAAAIGU/IPYs3FDQbs4/S220/Michelle,+Me,+Tracy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yjXb5SQIEaw/SEWo0_cR0PI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/-PewVqmxQtE/s72-c/100_1277.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7231082323345730477.post-7815659385987625112</id><published>2008-05-31T14:48:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T14:49:52.901-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A new life!!!</title><content type='html'>My best friend Angela is in labor!!!!! eeeeee!!!&lt;br /&gt;I am so excited. A brand new little sweet baby!! I  post pics when i get some of that little, oh wait. He is going to weight almost 10 lbs.- so not so little sweet face.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you Angela...I am praying for you.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7231082323345730477-7815659385987625112?l=allthehardins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthehardins.blogspot.com/feeds/7815659385987625112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7231082323345730477&amp;postID=7815659385987625112&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231082323345730477/posts/default/7815659385987625112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231082323345730477/posts/default/7815659385987625112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthehardins.blogspot.com/2008/05/new-life.html' title='A new life!!!'/><author><name>ehardin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15388621875321596033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yjXb5SQIEaw/Sx_s5bK4o8I/AAAAAAAAIGU/IPYs3FDQbs4/S220/Michelle,+Me,+Tracy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7231082323345730477.post-4486657303970921858</id><published>2008-05-22T16:49:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T16:58:33.089-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cinderella!</title><content type='html'>Well, For those of you that haven't heard, Steven Curtis Chapman's daughter was killed in an awful accident on Wednesday night. Her older brother accidentally ran over her in their driveway...I know! It is just unimaginable!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't even begin to understand the whys and all that will be involved in that mourning process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard someone say,"It's at times like this, You have to understand the heart of God when you don't understand the hand of God. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found this on a site. It's the about the song "Cinderella" he wrote for his girls...&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fhDDzbA"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fhDDzbA&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7231082323345730477-4486657303970921858?l=allthehardins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthehardins.blogspot.com/feeds/4486657303970921858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7231082323345730477&amp;postID=4486657303970921858&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231082323345730477/posts/default/4486657303970921858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231082323345730477/posts/default/4486657303970921858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthehardins.blogspot.com/2008/05/well-for-those-of-you-that-havent-heard.html' title='Cinderella!'/><author><name>ehardin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15388621875321596033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yjXb5SQIEaw/Sx_s5bK4o8I/AAAAAAAAIGU/IPYs3FDQbs4/S220/Michelle,+Me,+Tracy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7231082323345730477.post-1400592594953607218</id><published>2008-05-18T14:26:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T14:32:50.548-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Home At Last!</title><content type='html'>Well, Trey finally got home yesterday. In a lot of ways it seems like he wasn't even gone. I told him that. I said,"On one hand, it was good that it feels that way. Things didn't seem too chaotic or too sad. I just missed seeing your face. In the day to day stuff nothing really felt different. On the other hand, the fact that you were gone for 10 DAYS and it didn't really feel all the different, really means you work WWAAAYY too much...!!!!" He agreed.&lt;br /&gt;It was nice to have him back to hug and hold on too. There were lots of hugs and kisses and arguing over who would sit by daddy and who could hold his hand, and who could play the next game and... and... and...Trey ate it up and just smiled all afternoon and just said how much he had missed all the noise. Imagine that! :)&lt;br /&gt;He is a great dad. The best. He is a great husband too. The best.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7231082323345730477-1400592594953607218?l=allthehardins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthehardins.blogspot.com/feeds/1400592594953607218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7231082323345730477&amp;postID=1400592594953607218&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231082323345730477/posts/default/1400592594953607218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231082323345730477/posts/default/1400592594953607218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthehardins.blogspot.com/2008/05/home-at-last.html' title='Home At Last!'/><author><name>ehardin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15388621875321596033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yjXb5SQIEaw/Sx_s5bK4o8I/AAAAAAAAIGU/IPYs3FDQbs4/S220/Michelle,+Me,+Tracy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7231082323345730477.post-1600089122134791741</id><published>2008-05-16T08:03:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T08:09:01.221-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Almost Here!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Well&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;, After 9 days of illnesses: Ryan with pink-eye, teething and a cough. Kannan with an ear infection and a viral infection. Me with pink-eye, and Caden with a viral infection, Trey will be home tomorrow!!! Yea! Man, he really missed out....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ffccff;"&gt;We have missed him so much! He has a great time. He is just right where he needed to be. At this point, it looks like the move will be in August to Houston. We will see. It seems to be a flurry of information everyday. It is scary and exciting at the same time. I am just sooo excited to see what God's plan for our family is and to watch it unfold. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7231082323345730477-1600089122134791741?l=allthehardins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthehardins.blogspot.com/feeds/1600089122134791741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7231082323345730477&amp;postID=1600089122134791741&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231082323345730477/posts/default/1600089122134791741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231082323345730477/posts/default/1600089122134791741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthehardins.blogspot.com/2008/05/almost-here.html' title='Almost Here!'/><author><name>ehardin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15388621875321596033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yjXb5SQIEaw/Sx_s5bK4o8I/AAAAAAAAIGU/IPYs3FDQbs4/S220/Michelle,+Me,+Tracy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7231082323345730477.post-8806865721823475235</id><published>2008-05-10T15:53:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T16:01:10.065-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Cuddled up&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yjXb5SQIEaw/SCYLXH2GsXI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/GnC8tFt3yqI/s1600-h/100_6322.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yjXb5SQIEaw/SCYLXH2GsXI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/GnC8tFt3yqI/s320/100_6322.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yjXb5SQIEaw/SCYLX32GsYI/AAAAAAAAAtY/bxgbOuws-sA/s1600-h/100_6331.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yjXb5SQIEaw/SCYLX32GsYI/AAAAAAAAAtY/bxgbOuws-sA/s320/100_6331.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Such good friends! Family really!!!&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yjXb5SQIEaw/SCYLYX2GsZI/AAAAAAAAAtg/ml9Gt-ESLXQ/s1600-h/100_6328.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yjXb5SQIEaw/SCYLYX2GsZI/AAAAAAAAAtg/ml9Gt-ESLXQ/s320/100_6328.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We had such a good time at our friend house. ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yjXb5SQIEaw/SCYLYn2GsaI/AAAAAAAAAto/-75TnJkUkS4/s1600-h/100_6329.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yjXb5SQIEaw/SCYLYn2GsaI/AAAAAAAAAto/-75TnJkUkS4/s320/100_6329.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Silly... &lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; moz-background-clip: initial; moz-background-origin: initial; moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7231082323345730477-8806865721823475235?l=allthehardins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthehardins.blogspot.com/feeds/8806865721823475235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7231082323345730477&amp;postID=8806865721823475235&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231082323345730477/posts/default/8806865721823475235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231082323345730477/posts/default/8806865721823475235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthehardins.blogspot.com/2008/05/they-love-babies-such-good-friends.html' title=''/><author><name>ehardin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15388621875321596033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yjXb5SQIEaw/Sx_s5bK4o8I/AAAAAAAAIGU/IPYs3FDQbs4/S220/Michelle,+Me,+Tracy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yjXb5SQIEaw/SCYLXH2GsXI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/GnC8tFt3yqI/s72-c/100_6322.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7231082323345730477.post-6295221661803542970</id><published>2008-05-10T15:27:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T09:56:02.331-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;I heard it said somewhere that if you are lucky enough in this world to have one true best friend then you are truly blessed. I know that is true in my life. I am lucky enough to have a couple. One I got to visit yesterday. We used to live by each other in Arlington. Our kids grew up together and LOVE each other sooo much. They had a blast. They have never fought or gotten in a argument. That's with 8 kids around too! They just truly love being together and spending time together. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;It's time's like this that I miss Michelle . She is like a sister to me., She has never hurt me or done anything to bring me down. She has always built me up and encouraged me. I am so glad to have her in my life and I will miss Michelle. (they are moving to D.C.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Michelle is the person who taught me what being a REAL friend really meant. Not the mean girls, in high school friendship. Authentic, honest, and true friendship. I have learned so much from her in many ways, as a friend and as a mom. For those of you in my life, you have her to thank that I can be the friend that I am to you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;She is the BEST mom. She is really the mom I want to be when I grow up! :) Her kids are rarely a bother. I mean it. She really never complains about them and honestly enjoys being a mom to the fullest point. She plays flashlight freeze tag in the dark, football for 3 hours in the yard, fixes dinner every night and never misses a game. Her kids bring her such joy and are never a bother. She is human and needs a break and gets frustrated, but not like most moms I hear these days, myself included. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;She is such a great person and I will always be in her life. I am so thankful that God put her in my life. I am all the better for having her in it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7231082323345730477-6295221661803542970?l=allthehardins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthehardins.blogspot.com/feeds/6295221661803542970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7231082323345730477&amp;postID=6295221661803542970&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231082323345730477/posts/default/6295221661803542970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231082323345730477/posts/default/6295221661803542970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthehardins.blogspot.com/2008/05/friends.html' title='Friends'/><author><name>ehardin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15388621875321596033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yjXb5SQIEaw/Sx_s5bK4o8I/AAAAAAAAIGU/IPYs3FDQbs4/S220/Michelle,+Me,+Tracy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7231082323345730477.post-4235689310283343619</id><published>2008-05-08T16:34:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T16:52:04.539-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Touch</title><content type='html'>I never thought that I could think about missing someones touch so much. Trey left today for Minnesota for 10 days...we have never been apart for more than a night. As he held my hand in the car, I realized that I will not get to hug him, kiss him, or feel him next to me for 10 nights. Just to feel him next to me or hug him when he gets home. I didn't realize how much I take that for granted. Until today....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had been running around crazy all day trying to get stuff done for him to get ready to go and it hit me while things were quiet in the car. I was still holding it together until we pulled up at the terminal drop off. It was all over then. I bawled like a baby and so did my kids. He will be so missed. I can't wait to feel him next to me again soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will miss you babe! I love you more than words....I will miss my best friend and love of my life!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7231082323345730477-4235689310283343619?l=allthehardins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthehardins.blogspot.com/feeds/4235689310283343619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7231082323345730477&amp;postID=4235689310283343619&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231082323345730477/posts/default/4235689310283343619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231082323345730477/posts/default/4235689310283343619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthehardins.blogspot.com/2008/05/touch.html' title='Touch'/><author><name>ehardin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15388621875321596033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yjXb5SQIEaw/Sx_s5bK4o8I/AAAAAAAAIGU/IPYs3FDQbs4/S220/Michelle,+Me,+Tracy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7231082323345730477.post-8884188317152780457</id><published>2008-05-06T16:31:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T16:31:29.321-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ryan!</title><content type='html'>&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://widgets.clearspring.com/o/46928cc51133af17/4820ce2bc70165f1/46928cc5788deb29/d31c6143/widget.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7231082323345730477-8884188317152780457?l=allthehardins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthehardins.blogspot.com/feeds/8884188317152780457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7231082323345730477&amp;postID=8884188317152780457&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231082323345730477/posts/default/8884188317152780457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231082323345730477/posts/default/8884188317152780457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthehardins.blogspot.com/2008/05/ryan.html' title='Ryan!'/><author><name>ehardin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15388621875321596033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yjXb5SQIEaw/Sx_s5bK4o8I/AAAAAAAAIGU/IPYs3FDQbs4/S220/Michelle,+Me,+Tracy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7231082323345730477.post-4903112508811117018</id><published>2008-05-06T16:14:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T17:11:06.607-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Look Who's 1!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Sweet Ryan! I can not believe she is a year old. This year seems like a blur. She loves to play and gives the best hugs and she wraps her arms around you as far as they will go. She tots around after her brother and sisters all day. And that's a lot to keep up with. She hangs in there like a champ though! She is always smiling and happy. If she ever has a bad day you know something is really wrong. Everyone stares at her when we are out because she is so beautiful. She gets compliments wherever we go. (I must agree!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Her eyes light up and sparkle like nothing i have ever seen. I swear God put stars in them! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Her charm is undeniable. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Ryan, I thank God for you everyday and I love you....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7231082323345730477-4903112508811117018?l=allthehardins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthehardins.blogspot.com/feeds/4903112508811117018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7231082323345730477&amp;postID=4903112508811117018&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231082323345730477/posts/default/4903112508811117018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231082323345730477/posts/default/4903112508811117018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthehardins.blogspot.com/2008/05/look-who-1.html' title='Look Who&amp;#39;s 1!'/><author><name>ehardin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15388621875321596033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yjXb5SQIEaw/Sx_s5bK4o8I/AAAAAAAAIGU/IPYs3FDQbs4/S220/Michelle,+Me,+Tracy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7231082323345730477.post-8740306953997582141</id><published>2008-04-24T22:36:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T08:18:42.985-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Girls!!!Girls!!!Girls!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yjXb5SQIEaw/SBFRxI-yh2I/AAAAAAAAAsI/4JI8PU6Wbl8/s1600-h/100_5788.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yjXb5SQIEaw/SBFRxI-yh2I/AAAAAAAAAsI/4JI8PU6Wbl8/s320/100_5788.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It was quite the day around here...My sweet Logan was so emotional!!! Wait...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's be honest and start from the beginning. I was emotional and in a funk all last night and this morning. Nothing seem to make me happy. I wondered around TJ Maxx and Target last night for 2 hours and didn't even buy 1 thing! I know!!! It was B-A-D! Then this morning, things weren't much better. i was on the brink of tears all morning. No REAL reason, just was...&lt;br /&gt;I felt fat in everything I tried on, so I put on my pants that were 2 sizes to big that I wore when I was pregnant. That made me feel better. They were loose, didn't pinch my in all the wrong places, and I didn't have a muffin top(at least for a while)! Who cares if it looked like i took a dump in my pants from behind...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried and tried to hold in all my emotions...(we all know where this is going...don't we...) Then Trey asked me what was wrong.&lt;br /&gt;Well, i don't think I have to explain what happened. You all know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We talked for a while(he talked- I sniffled and blubbered about stuff).then he left for work. You know he had to be so glad it was time to leave!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband was so great and sent me a text that I had sent to him last week..."Be Still And Know That I Am God!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just what I needed. Sigh...What a good man I got!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, I seemed to calm down a bit...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, my kiddos were home. dun..dun...dun...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just kidding. :) It was really fine. Kannan was actually really sweet AND A GREAT LISTENER! (must be a full moon or something) Caden was pretty mellow(nothing knew there) and Ryan was sweet and happy(nothing new there either).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Logan, AH, Logan!&lt;br /&gt;Nothing was good enough, done right, or said right, NOTHING... I don't know where she gets that from. Honestly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finally made it through homework after a couple of "discussion on whether she really wanted my help or just to argue." Went to soccer, found a caterpillar, named it Cleo, let it loose, cried the whole way home because we couldn't keep it. (Yes, her heart is just that big). Then showers, a forgotten question on homework, then the floodgates opened...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tears for every situation for the past 2 months that have hurt her feelings. From birthday parties, to not getting called on in class, to playground "drama", to me , to Trey, to Caden, to Kannan, and everyone else that ever said anything that Might have hurt her feelings. (Ryan's too little, her time is coming!)&lt;br /&gt;Once again, not sure where she gets all this from :) Just kidding-SHE IS SOOOO MY KID!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We may but heads, but when she lets me be there for her and I calm down long enough to realize what she needs at that moment,That's when i love being her mom the most! The picture is a letter she wrote tonight after our talk.&lt;br /&gt;In case you can't read it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Mommy,&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for helping me with all my problems today! Love, Logan(Pip)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7231082323345730477-8740306953997582141?l=allthehardins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthehardins.blogspot.com/feeds/8740306953997582141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7231082323345730477&amp;postID=8740306953997582141&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231082323345730477/posts/default/8740306953997582141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231082323345730477/posts/default/8740306953997582141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthehardins.blogspot.com/2008/04/girlsgirlsgirls.html' title='Girls!!!Girls!!!Girls!!!'/><author><name>ehardin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15388621875321596033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yjXb5SQIEaw/Sx_s5bK4o8I/AAAAAAAAIGU/IPYs3FDQbs4/S220/Michelle,+Me,+Tracy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yjXb5SQIEaw/SBFRxI-yh2I/AAAAAAAAAsI/4JI8PU6Wbl8/s72-c/100_5788.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7231082323345730477.post-5439701869501992522</id><published>2008-04-18T14:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T14:45:17.355-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Boys!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yjXb5SQIEaw/SAj6THQhHEI/AAAAAAAAAsA/XuGVVUYqOhQ/s1600-h/100_5771.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yjXb5SQIEaw/SAj6THQhHEI/AAAAAAAAAsA/XuGVVUYqOhQ/s320/100_5771.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Here is Caden and all his "gang" rockin' it.&lt;br /&gt;Look at that hair!!! He looks like a totally different kid! Such the hipster!!! Or hippie maybe! :) The other boys are two of his classmates.&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:RIGHT'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7231082323345730477-5439701869501992522?l=allthehardins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthehardins.blogspot.com/feeds/5439701869501992522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7231082323345730477&amp;postID=5439701869501992522&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231082323345730477/posts/default/5439701869501992522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231082323345730477/posts/default/5439701869501992522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthehardins.blogspot.com/2008/04/boys.html' title='Boys!!!'/><author><name>ehardin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15388621875321596033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yjXb5SQIEaw/Sx_s5bK4o8I/AAAAAAAAIGU/IPYs3FDQbs4/S220/Michelle,+Me,+Tracy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yjXb5SQIEaw/SAj6THQhHEI/AAAAAAAAAsA/XuGVVUYqOhQ/s72-c/100_5771.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7231082323345730477.post-2798572424701181122</id><published>2008-04-18T14:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T14:41:12.837-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Dance</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yjXb5SQIEaw/SAj5UXQhHAI/AAAAAAAAArg/atUBKMslWWo/s1600-h/100_5715.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yjXb5SQIEaw/SAj5UXQhHAI/AAAAAAAAArg/atUBKMslWWo/s320/100_5715.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;This is Logan's favorite night of the whole year!! The night of the Daddy Daughter Dance!!!&lt;br /&gt;Really, I mean it. She loves it more than Christmas, her birthday, any of the other days...&lt;br /&gt;It's just her and Daddy...&lt;br /&gt;They had a great time. I can't believe how big she has gotten. She is such an amazing girl and I am so proud of who she is as a person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The video is from the baseball game. Cool dudes I know!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yjXb5SQIEaw/SAj5U3QhHBI/AAAAAAAAAro/GbPAlkDTUvA/s1600-h/100B5730.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yjXb5SQIEaw/SAj5U3QhHBI/AAAAAAAAAro/GbPAlkDTUvA/s320/100B5730.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yjXb5SQIEaw/SAj5VnQhHCI/AAAAAAAAArw/myCmhRI_3a8/s1600-h/100B5740.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yjXb5SQIEaw/SAj5VnQhHCI/AAAAAAAAArw/myCmhRI_3a8/s320/100B5740.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yjXb5SQIEaw/SAj5V3QhHDI/AAAAAAAAAr4/s32id7f3Z5U/s1600-h/100_5750.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yjXb5SQIEaw/SAj5V3QhHDI/AAAAAAAAAr4/s32id7f3Z5U/s320/100_5750.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:RIGHT'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7231082323345730477-2798572424701181122?l=allthehardins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthehardins.blogspot.com/feeds/2798572424701181122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7231082323345730477&amp;postID=2798572424701181122&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231082323345730477/posts/default/2798572424701181122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231082323345730477/posts/default/2798572424701181122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthehardins.blogspot.com/2008/04/dance.html' title='The Dance'/><author><name>ehardin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15388621875321596033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yjXb5SQIEaw/Sx_s5bK4o8I/AAAAAAAAIGU/IPYs3FDQbs4/S220/Michelle,+Me,+Tracy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yjXb5SQIEaw/SAj5UXQhHAI/AAAAAAAAArg/atUBKMslWWo/s72-c/100_5715.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7231082323345730477.post-1576074255889807412</id><published>2008-04-08T11:23:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T11:34:27.986-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Too Soon</title><content type='html'>There was a tremendous young lady that died suddenly Sunday. Vanessa &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Whitwell&lt;/span&gt; from Fellowship Church in Grapevine. &lt;a href="http://www.fellowshipchurch.com/"&gt;http://www.fellowshipchurch.com/&lt;/a&gt;. We used to attend this church and I remember her well. I never had the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;privilege&lt;/span&gt; of meeting her personally but I do remember seeing her around, singing like an angel, and involved in many ministries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember thinking,"What a lady!" and "Man, She just shines." Although we haven't &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;attended&lt;/span&gt; that church for many years now, I still remember her face and that glow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the glow of Jesus on her face. As I get older, the women that I find most attractive and beautiful have that same glow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have shed so many tears today for a woman I never met. The reason is, I want to live my life as such, that If I were gone today, those who knew and saw me from afar would have seen the glow of Jesus on my face. That is my daily prayer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want Him to shine through me in all I do. I want to make an impact for Him so that when I am gone even people I have never met would see Him brightly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome Home Vanessa!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7231082323345730477-1576074255889807412?l=allthehardins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthehardins.blogspot.com/feeds/1576074255889807412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7231082323345730477&amp;postID=1576074255889807412&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231082323345730477/posts/default/1576074255889807412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231082323345730477/posts/default/1576074255889807412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthehardins.blogspot.com/2008/04/too-soon.html' title='Too Soon'/><author><name>ehardin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15388621875321596033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yjXb5SQIEaw/Sx_s5bK4o8I/AAAAAAAAIGU/IPYs3FDQbs4/S220/Michelle,+Me,+Tracy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7231082323345730477.post-1803272276211203411</id><published>2008-04-03T14:14:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T14:15:59.029-05:00</updated><title type='text'>all the pics</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Please forgive all the pictures. It's getting out of hand! I am still trying to fix this just how I want it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7231082323345730477-1803272276211203411?l=allthehardins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthehardins.blogspot.com/feeds/1803272276211203411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7231082323345730477&amp;postID=1803272276211203411&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231082323345730477/posts/default/1803272276211203411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231082323345730477/posts/default/1803272276211203411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthehardins.blogspot.com/2008/04/all-pics.html' title='all the pics'/><author><name>ehardin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15388621875321596033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yjXb5SQIEaw/Sx_s5bK4o8I/AAAAAAAAIGU/IPYs3FDQbs4/S220/Michelle,+Me,+Tracy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7231082323345730477.post-17147581150692235</id><published>2008-04-03T14:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T14:01:30.729-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yjXb5SQIEaw/R_UpiWoW2oI/AAAAAAAAAHw/jYMZXHmlmlM/s1600-h/100_5411.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yjXb5SQIEaw/R_UpiWoW2oI/AAAAAAAAAHw/jYMZXHmlmlM/s320/100_5411.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:RIGHT'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7231082323345730477-17147581150692235?l=allthehardins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthehardins.blogspot.com/feeds/17147581150692235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7231082323345730477&amp;postID=17147581150692235&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231082323345730477/posts/default/17147581150692235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231082323345730477/posts/default/17147581150692235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthehardins.blogspot.com/2008/04/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>ehardin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15388621875321596033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yjXb5SQIEaw/Sx_s5bK4o8I/AAAAAAAAIGU/IPYs3FDQbs4/S220/Michelle,+Me,+Tracy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yjXb5SQIEaw/R_UpiWoW2oI/AAAAAAAAAHw/jYMZXHmlmlM/s72-c/100_5411.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7231082323345730477.post-2327125766779280817</id><published>2008-04-01T17:22:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T17:22:08.764-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Check out my Slide Show!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-c8.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=2089670227107411656&amp;amp;site=widget-c8.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:320px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2089670227107411656&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-c8.slide.com/p1/2089670227107411656/bb_t016_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2089670227107411656&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-c8.slide.com/p2/2089670227107411656/bb_t016_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/7231082323345730477-2327125766779280817?l=allthehardins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthehardins.blogspot.com/feeds/2327125766779280817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7231082323345730477&amp;postID=2327125766779280817&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231082323345730477/posts/default/2327125766779280817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231082323345730477/posts/default/2327125766779280817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthehardins.blogspot.com/2008/04/check-out-my-slide-show_6850.html' title='Check out my Slide Show!'/><author><name>ehardin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15388621875321596033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yjXb5SQIEaw/Sx_s5bK4o8I/AAAAAAAAIGU/IPYs3FDQbs4/S220/Michelle,+Me,+Tracy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7231082323345730477.post-1599922951824550848</id><published>2008-04-01T17:21:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T17:21:29.550-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Check out my Slide Show!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-c8.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=2089670227107411656&amp;amp;site=widget-c8.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:320px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2089670227107411656&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-c8.slide.com/p1/2089670227107411656/bb_t016_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2089670227107411656&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-c8.slide.com/p2/2089670227107411656/bb_t016_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/7231082323345730477-1599922951824550848?l=allthehardins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthehardins.blogspot.com/feeds/1599922951824550848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7231082323345730477&amp;postID=1599922951824550848&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231082323345730477/posts/default/1599922951824550848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231082323345730477/posts/default/1599922951824550848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthehardins.blogspot.com/2008/04/check-out-my-slide-show_01.html' title='Check out my Slide Show!'/><author><name>ehardin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15388621875321596033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yjXb5SQIEaw/Sx_s5bK4o8I/AAAAAAAAIGU/IPYs3FDQbs4/S220/Michelle,+Me,+Tracy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7231082323345730477.post-2887745113122693290</id><published>2008-04-01T17:12:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T17:12:22.209-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Check out my Slide Show!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-c3.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=2089670227107411139&amp;amp;site=widget-c3.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:320px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2089670227107411139&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-c3.slide.com/p1/2089670227107411139/bb_t016_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2089670227107411139&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-c3.slide.com/p2/2089670227107411139/bb_t016_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/7231082323345730477-2887745113122693290?l=allthehardins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthehardins.blogspot.com/feeds/2887745113122693290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7231082323345730477&amp;postID=2887745113122693290&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231082323345730477/posts/default/2887745113122693290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231082323345730477/posts/default/2887745113122693290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthehardins.blogspot.com/2008/04/check-out-my-slide-show.html' title='Check out my Slide Show!'/><author><name>ehardin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15388621875321596033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yjXb5SQIEaw/Sx_s5bK4o8I/AAAAAAAAIGU/IPYs3FDQbs4/S220/Michelle,+Me,+Tracy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7231082323345730477.post-5583081395752979838</id><published>2008-04-01T09:46:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T10:05:08.140-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Kannan! Oh! Kannan!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;If you ever wonder why I might be a little crazy here are my past two conversations with my sweet &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Kannan&lt;/span&gt;,..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Kannan&lt;/span&gt;,"Mommy, I want to be a boy. I don't want to be a girl anymore."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Me: " Well, God made you a girl." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Kannan: "Well, I am going to be a boy now." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;In my head -OK fine whatever. We kept the converstation about God going for a few minutes. I finally admitted defeat. So according to Kannan we have 2 girls and 2 boys now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Next:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Kannan&lt;/span&gt;,"blah... blah...blah...just talking away...."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;to be honest I wasn't really listening. I have learned to tune her out. Otherwise I really would be in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;loony&lt;/span&gt; bin. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Me: "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Kannan&lt;/span&gt; what did you say?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Kannan&lt;/span&gt;," I wasn't talking to you. I was talking to the window." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Oh! Well excuse me for MY interrupting. Honestly! God love her!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;If she can harness all that energy for the Lord, Look out! She will light up this world. Or it could go the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;completely&lt;/span&gt; other way. It a scary thought! HA!HA! That is what I pray every night over her. That God will keep His hand on her and use her energy to bring Him glory.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Sweet sweet girl. She makes me laugh literally everyday. She drives me batty too. But, I learn so much from her everyday. I wish I had her zest for life. I wish I just didn't care about all the little stuff the way she does. She wakes up and is ready to from the minute her feet hit the floor to the minute she finally falls asleep. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I have determined her life verse is Psalm 118:24 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;This is the day which the LORD has made; Let us rejoice and be glad in it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I am so thankful for her. She lights up my life!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7231082323345730477-5583081395752979838?l=allthehardins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthehardins.blogspot.com/feeds/5583081395752979838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7231082323345730477&amp;postID=5583081395752979838&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231082323345730477/posts/default/5583081395752979838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231082323345730477/posts/default/5583081395752979838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthehardins.blogspot.com/2008/04/kannan-oh-kannan.html' title='Kannan! Oh! Kannan!'/><author><name>ehardin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15388621875321596033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yjXb5SQIEaw/Sx_s5bK4o8I/AAAAAAAAIGU/IPYs3FDQbs4/S220/Michelle,+Me,+Tracy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7231082323345730477.post-1616335703856653434</id><published>2008-03-23T15:33:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T15:42:08.916-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ANYWAY!</title><content type='html'>OK So I totally thought I was sooooooo cool. I had a blog and was going to be "in the loop."&lt;br /&gt;Yea, well so much for that idea.&lt;br /&gt;First of all, I can't get the stupid thing to work like I want it to. I want all my pics on the side in a slide show format. That didn't happen. I have signed in and have more stupid accounts with this and that website claiming"Easy, breezy, stupid accounts! Just sign in and show the world your beautiful slide shows."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Whatever! All I have is more stupid emails and stupid passwords and still no stupid slide show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't get the stupid subscription thing to work so that I can see what all the other cool kids are saying. How I am supposed keep up with all the "hip lingo" and cool things since nothing wants to work. All the cool moms are doing it, Why can't I???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not sure this blogging thing is going to work out for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes kids the word of the day is stupid! Maybe the problem is "stupid is as stupid does!"&lt;br /&gt;Ah! That Forrest Gump was a wise man. I tell ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sure I will be much calmer tomorrow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7231082323345730477-1616335703856653434?l=allthehardins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthehardins.blogspot.com/feeds/1616335703856653434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7231082323345730477&amp;postID=1616335703856653434&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231082323345730477/posts/default/1616335703856653434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231082323345730477/posts/default/1616335703856653434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthehardins.blogspot.com/2008/03/anyway.html' title='ANYWAY!'/><author><name>ehardin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15388621875321596033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yjXb5SQIEaw/Sx_s5bK4o8I/AAAAAAAAIGU/IPYs3FDQbs4/S220/Michelle,+Me,+Tracy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7231082323345730477.post-7994710557355910762</id><published>2008-03-14T15:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T15:55:15.686-05:00</updated><title type='text'>June Cleaver After A Six-Pack: It Is All Part Of Their Evil Plan...#links</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://junecleaverafterasix-pack.blogspot.com/2008/03/it-is-all-part-of-their-evil-plan.html#links"&gt;June Cleaver After A Six-Pack: It Is All Part Of Their Evil Plan...#links&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7231082323345730477-7994710557355910762?l=allthehardins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://junecleaverafterasix-pack.blogspot.com/2008/03/it-is-all-part-of-their-evil-plan.html#links' title='June Cleaver After A Six-Pack: It Is All Part Of Their Evil Plan...#links'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthehardins.blogspot.com/feeds/7994710557355910762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7231082323345730477&amp;postID=7994710557355910762&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231082323345730477/posts/default/7994710557355910762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231082323345730477/posts/default/7994710557355910762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthehardins.blogspot.com/2008/03/june-cleaver-after-six-pack-it-is-all.html' title='June Cleaver After A Six-Pack: It Is All Part Of Their Evil Plan...#links'/><author><name>ehardin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15388621875321596033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yjXb5SQIEaw/Sx_s5bK4o8I/AAAAAAAAIGU/IPYs3FDQbs4/S220/Michelle,+Me,+Tracy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7231082323345730477.post-4367817591499806484</id><published>2008-03-14T09:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T09:43:06.797-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yjXb5SQIEaw/R9qO8g1uUPI/AAAAAAAAAGs/KbIo7hl11GQ/s1600-h/100_3091.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yjXb5SQIEaw/R9qO8g1uUPI/AAAAAAAAAGs/KbIo7hl11GQ/s320/100_3091.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yjXb5SQIEaw/R9qO9A1uUQI/AAAAAAAAAG0/LavQymeF2js/s1600-h/100_3001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yjXb5SQIEaw/R9qO9A1uUQI/AAAAAAAAAG0/LavQymeF2js/s320/100_3001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yjXb5SQIEaw/R9qO9A1uURI/AAAAAAAAAG8/eMLY6I0j9FQ/s1600-h/100_2637.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yjXb5SQIEaw/R9qO9A1uURI/AAAAAAAAAG8/eMLY6I0j9FQ/s320/100_2637.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yjXb5SQIEaw/R9qO-A1uUSI/AAAAAAAAAHE/UvYiMHi7p-s/s1600-h/100_2558.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yjXb5SQIEaw/R9qO-A1uUSI/AAAAAAAAAHE/UvYiMHi7p-s/s320/100_2558.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:RIGHT'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7231082323345730477-4367817591499806484?l=allthehardins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthehardins.blogspot.com/feeds/4367817591499806484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7231082323345730477&amp;postID=4367817591499806484&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231082323345730477/posts/default/4367817591499806484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231082323345730477/posts/default/4367817591499806484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthehardins.blogspot.com/2008/03/blog-post_765.html' title=''/><author><name>ehardin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15388621875321596033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yjXb5SQIEaw/Sx_s5bK4o8I/AAAAAAAAIGU/IPYs3FDQbs4/S220/Michelle,+Me,+Tracy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yjXb5SQIEaw/R9qO8g1uUPI/AAAAAAAAAGs/KbIo7hl11GQ/s72-c/100_3091.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7231082323345730477.post-7667818282749410629</id><published>2008-03-14T09:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T09:41:04.242-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yjXb5SQIEaw/R9qOew1uULI/AAAAAAAAAGM/JipG66IrUog/s1600-h/100B4251.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yjXb5SQIEaw/R9qOew1uULI/AAAAAAAAAGM/JipG66IrUog/s320/100B4251.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yjXb5SQIEaw/R9qOfQ1uUMI/AAAAAAAAAGU/ARFdpO7y88w/s1600-h/100_3263.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yjXb5SQIEaw/R9qOfQ1uUMI/AAAAAAAAAGU/ARFdpO7y88w/s320/100_3263.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yjXb5SQIEaw/R9qOfg1uUNI/AAAAAAAAAGc/zpMUMC70HeA/s1600-h/100_3176.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yjXb5SQIEaw/R9qOfg1uUNI/AAAAAAAAAGc/zpMUMC70HeA/s320/100_3176.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yjXb5SQIEaw/R9qOfw1uUOI/AAAAAAAAAGk/8J4PGnvKUI0/s1600-h/100_3090.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yjXb5SQIEaw/R9qOfw1uUOI/AAAAAAAAAGk/8J4PGnvKUI0/s320/100_3090.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:RIGHT'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7231082323345730477-7667818282749410629?l=allthehardins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthehardins.blogspot.com/feeds/7667818282749410629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7231082323345730477&amp;postID=7667818282749410629&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231082323345730477/posts/default/7667818282749410629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231082323345730477/posts/default/7667818282749410629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthehardins.blogspot.com/2008/03/blog-post_14.html' title=''/><author><name>ehardin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15388621875321596033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yjXb5SQIEaw/Sx_s5bK4o8I/AAAAAAAAIGU/IPYs3FDQbs4/S220/Michelle,+Me,+Tracy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yjXb5SQIEaw/R9qOew1uULI/AAAAAAAAAGM/JipG66IrUog/s72-c/100B4251.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7231082323345730477.post-8271201337326568462</id><published>2008-03-14T08:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T08:44:31.751-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yjXb5SQIEaw/R9qBOg1uT5I/AAAAAAAAADI/3Id-cYQobcs/s1600-h/100B5101.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yjXb5SQIEaw/R9qBOg1uT5I/AAAAAAAAADI/3Id-cYQobcs/s320/100B5101.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yjXb5SQIEaw/R9qBOw1uT6I/AAAAAAAAADQ/K7dS-uO-tjM/s1600-h/100B4501.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yjXb5SQIEaw/R9qBOw1uT6I/AAAAAAAAADQ/K7dS-uO-tjM/s320/100B4501.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yjXb5SQIEaw/R9qBPQ1uT7I/AAAAAAAAADY/jO2QEUJcH-4/s1600-h/100B4390.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yjXb5SQIEaw/R9qBPQ1uT7I/AAAAAAAAADY/jO2QEUJcH-4/s320/100B4390.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yjXb5SQIEaw/R9qBPg1uT8I/AAAAAAAAADg/cTE0b9LONxE/s1600-h/100B4352.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yjXb5SQIEaw/R9qBPg1uT8I/AAAAAAAAADg/cTE0b9LONxE/s320/100B4352.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:RIGHT'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7231082323345730477-8271201337326568462?l=allthehardins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthehardins.blogspot.com/feeds/8271201337326568462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7231082323345730477&amp;postID=8271201337326568462&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231082323345730477/posts/default/8271201337326568462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231082323345730477/posts/default/8271201337326568462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthehardins.blogspot.com/2008/03/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>ehardin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15388621875321596033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yjXb5SQIEaw/Sx_s5bK4o8I/AAAAAAAAIGU/IPYs3FDQbs4/S220/Michelle,+Me,+Tracy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yjXb5SQIEaw/R9qBOg1uT5I/AAAAAAAAADI/3Id-cYQobcs/s72-c/100B5101.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
