<?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-30394424</id><updated>2011-12-14T20:48:05.023-06:00</updated><category term='shock'/><category term='blessings'/><category term='Exercise'/><category term='weightloss'/><category term='updates'/><category term='pregnant'/><category term='block party'/><category term='baby'/><category term='food'/><category term='fat'/><category term='help'/><category term='easter'/><title type='text'>This Lifes Rollercoaster</title><subtitle type='html'>This family's Rollercoaster ride,&lt;br&gt;
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and He sitting by our side,&lt;br&gt;
helping us where we lack.&lt;br&gt;</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyfulime.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30394424/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyfulime.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10949522573387051569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1RgRGtJRcQk/R7Ih4ymZl9I/AAAAAAAAAJk/dZp7K7pOzj8/S220/reyna2+060.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' 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title='Some  pics of my daughter'/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10949522573387051569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1RgRGtJRcQk/R7Ih4ymZl9I/AAAAAAAAAJk/dZp7K7pOzj8/S220/reyna2+060.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30394424.post-706006658123932854</id><published>2008-02-09T08:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-09T10:11:01.953-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1RgRGtJRcQk/R63QTCmZl5I/AAAAAAAAAJI/nnZbaKc4MA8/s1600-h/Reyna_Page_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1RgRGtJRcQk/R63QTCmZl5I/AAAAAAAAAJI/nnZbaKc4MA8/s320/Reyna_Page_2.jpg" alt="" 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I love watching her move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-55a02903d9f606ba" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v1.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D55a02903d9f606ba%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329881174%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3C44A51F0CF3E4693B67B5DFE5B2935F867246CC.30D9B19D3CA36CADC3E76C5B45416CB714A1C0CD%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D55a02903d9f606ba%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DOGV-WBbQTeyECIFl0NdPs81yAuY&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v1.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D55a02903d9f606ba%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329881174%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3C44A51F0CF3E4693B67B5DFE5B2935F867246CC.30D9B19D3CA36CADC3E76C5B45416CB714A1C0CD%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D55a02903d9f606ba%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DOGV-WBbQTeyECIFl0NdPs81yAuY&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30394424-8833876112810096050?l=joyfulime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=385790e1b09f2ae&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=55a02903d9f606ba&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyfulime.blogspot.com/feeds/8833876112810096050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30394424&amp;postID=8833876112810096050&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30394424/posts/default/8833876112810096050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30394424/posts/default/8833876112810096050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyfulime.blogspot.com/2008/01/movies-of-reyna.html' title='Movies of Reyna.'/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10949522573387051569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1RgRGtJRcQk/R7Ih4ymZl9I/AAAAAAAAAJk/dZp7K7pOzj8/S220/reyna2+060.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30394424.post-8900774137116387984</id><published>2008-01-19T21:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-19T22:16:47.496-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Some more pics of my daughter</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1RgRGtJRcQk/R5LBwnFe4lI/AAAAAAAAAJA/gI0BAqI6HjI/s1600-h/Reyna+2+046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1RgRGtJRcQk/R5LBwnFe4lI/AAAAAAAAAJA/gI0BAqI6HjI/s320/Reyna+2+046.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157397564162499154" 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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Christmas time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1RgRGtJRcQk/R5LBjHFe4kI/AAAAAAAAAI4/Hg5TO58Xjys/s1600-h/Reyna+2+047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1RgRGtJRcQk/R5LBjHFe4kI/AAAAAAAAAI4/Hg5TO58Xjys/s320/Reyna+2+047.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157397332234265154" 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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another picture of her at Christmas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1RgRGtJRcQk/R5LBYXFe4jI/AAAAAAAAAIw/hPmJ07MKjWw/s1600-h/Reyna+2+027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1RgRGtJRcQk/R5LBYXFe4jI/AAAAAAAAAIw/hPmJ07MKjWw/s320/Reyna+2+027.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157397147550671410" 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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reyna and daddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1RgRGtJRcQk/R5LBL3Fe4iI/AAAAAAAAAIo/mHYNGxWhEPA/s1600-h/Reyna+2+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1RgRGtJRcQk/R5LBL3Fe4iI/AAAAAAAAAIo/mHYNGxWhEPA/s320/Reyna+2+017.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157396932802306594" 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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reyna and Aunt Amanda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1RgRGtJRcQk/R5LBDHFe4hI/AAAAAAAAAIg/VSksmCvngZM/s1600-h/Reyna+2+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1RgRGtJRcQk/R5LBDHFe4hI/AAAAAAAAAIg/VSksmCvngZM/s320/Reyna+2+014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157396782478451218" 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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reyna supporting U of M....&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;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1RgRGtJRcQk/R5LA1HFe4gI/AAAAAAAAAIY/xrccofGOi1U/s1600-h/Reyna+2+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1RgRGtJRcQk/R5LA1HFe4gI/AAAAAAAAAIY/xrccofGOi1U/s320/Reyna+2+013.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157396541960282626" 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;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;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1RgRGtJRcQk/R5LAdnFe4fI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/4w0XK9jN9tg/s1600-h/Reyna+2+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1RgRGtJRcQk/R5LAdnFe4fI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/4w0XK9jN9tg/s320/Reyna+2+012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157396138233356786" 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;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;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1RgRGtJRcQk/R5K_8HFe4cI/AAAAAAAAAH4/H649tSgEkKI/s1600-h/Reyna+2+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1RgRGtJRcQk/R5K_8HFe4cI/AAAAAAAAAH4/H649tSgEkKI/s320/Reyna+2+009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157395562707739074" 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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reyna chilling  out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1RgRGtJRcQk/R5LAHnFe4dI/AAAAAAAAAIA/foEXMh1JLzk/s1600-h/Reyna+2+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1RgRGtJRcQk/R5LAHnFe4dI/AAAAAAAAAIA/foEXMh1JLzk/s320/Reyna+2+010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157395760276234706" 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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reyna getting over being mad at mom for sucking her boogers out of her nose... poor girl has a cold :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1RgRGtJRcQk/R5K_o3Fe4bI/AAAAAAAAAHw/NvCA7U4zr_s/s1600-h/Reyna+2+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1RgRGtJRcQk/R5K_o3Fe4bI/AAAAAAAAAHw/NvCA7U4zr_s/s320/Reyna+2+008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157395231995257266" 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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reyna yawning after her cry fest and after being mad at mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1RgRGtJRcQk/R5LAQHFe4eI/AAAAAAAAAII/VrFjqR83KdY/s1600-h/Reyna+2+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1RgRGtJRcQk/R5LAQHFe4eI/AAAAAAAAAII/VrFjqR83KdY/s320/Reyna+2+011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157395906305122786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reyna before mom gets her boogers... she was content.. but very congested and you can see she is red a little around the eyes.... she always is now.. since she has a cold.. but I am soo glad that she is almost over it.. it is going away and she is getting better. What a blessing because she is breathing alot better and sounds soo much better and isn't fussing as much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-ccd121c807ce95fa" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v18.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dccd121c807ce95fa%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329881174%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D133F7A8F00F2939A32F67BC1B978DF9CFE001ECD.568BCFBD050ACB7FE5295BAE1D6B442E09CDB992%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dccd121c807ce95fa%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DVeWRa2nnV17L5rtAJXiANoVdGJk&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v18.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dccd121c807ce95fa%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329881174%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D133F7A8F00F2939A32F67BC1B978DF9CFE001ECD.568BCFBD050ACB7FE5295BAE1D6B442E09CDB992%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dccd121c807ce95fa%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DVeWRa2nnV17L5rtAJXiANoVdGJk&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30394424-8900774137116387984?l=joyfulime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=ccd121c807ce95fa&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyfulime.blogspot.com/feeds/8900774137116387984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30394424&amp;postID=8900774137116387984&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30394424/posts/default/8900774137116387984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30394424/posts/default/8900774137116387984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyfulime.blogspot.com/2008/01/some-more-pics-of-my-daughter.html' title='Some more pics of my daughter'/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10949522573387051569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1RgRGtJRcQk/R7Ih4ymZl9I/AAAAAAAAAJk/dZp7K7pOzj8/S220/reyna2+060.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1RgRGtJRcQk/R5LBwnFe4lI/AAAAAAAAAJA/gI0BAqI6HjI/s72-c/Reyna+2+046.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30394424.post-1503481145004807137</id><published>2008-01-06T22:58:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-06T23:26:04.755-06:00</updated><title type='text'>some more pictures...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1RgRGtJRcQk/R4G0eHFe4XI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/7BnhMGXLpPA/s1600-h/Dayna01+047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1RgRGtJRcQk/R4G0eHFe4XI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/7BnhMGXLpPA/s320/Dayna01+047.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152597878079676786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is my wonderful Daughter at 3 weeks old.. isn't she so sweet. I am amazed that my sister was able to snap this picture because she hates her car seat... that is until we are in the car and moving. She is growing so fast and Its amazing how fast she is growing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is currently one month old and such a wonderful child. She has currently been fussy and crying a little more but she has a cold and so I need to drain her nose and she hates when I do that.. and I feel horrible doing it.. but its needed and I don't want this to get worse and become bronchitics or something worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall leave you with a few more pictures then I must attend to a sick husband and a sick child *sad face inserted here*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1RgRGtJRcQk/R4G2XnFe4YI/AAAAAAAAAHY/CNPdwgdnUTw/s1600-h/Dayna01+056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1RgRGtJRcQk/R4G2XnFe4YI/AAAAAAAAAHY/CNPdwgdnUTw/s320/Dayna01+056.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152599965433782658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is Aunt Amanda taking a nap with Reyna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1RgRGtJRcQk/R4G2wXFe4ZI/AAAAAAAAAHg/7sFODRBTt4M/s1600-h/Dayna01+066.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1RgRGtJRcQk/R4G2wXFe4ZI/AAAAAAAAAHg/7sFODRBTt4M/s320/Dayna01+066.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152600390635544978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Reyna doing what I like her to do at night.. sleep. :D&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;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1RgRGtJRcQk/R4G3UXFe4aI/AAAAAAAAAHo/QuYhYyJ2Pz8/s1600-h/Dayna01+050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1RgRGtJRcQk/R4G3UXFe4aI/AAAAAAAAAHo/QuYhYyJ2Pz8/s320/Dayna01+050.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152601009110835618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here she is just chilling with her aunt Dayna.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30394424-1503481145004807137?l=joyfulime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyfulime.blogspot.com/feeds/1503481145004807137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30394424&amp;postID=1503481145004807137&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30394424/posts/default/1503481145004807137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30394424/posts/default/1503481145004807137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyfulime.blogspot.com/2008/01/some-more-pictures.html' title='some more pictures...'/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10949522573387051569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1RgRGtJRcQk/R7Ih4ymZl9I/AAAAAAAAAJk/dZp7K7pOzj8/S220/reyna2+060.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1RgRGtJRcQk/R4G0eHFe4XI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/7BnhMGXLpPA/s72-c/Dayna01+047.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30394424.post-1655228324758530827</id><published>2007-12-20T09:16:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-20T09:20:44.680-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-c6b54684b6405f68" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v1.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dc6b54684b6405f68%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329881174%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D50BDCA3C5EE0CC626CEDAA45F17AD85CA3D4BFA3.75BF5DC7E98ABDA8478BC3D1B05810CD06AF00B9%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dc6b54684b6405f68%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DVIKSxEr1PMXjYjlXv17v7DYafjE&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v1.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dc6b54684b6405f68%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329881174%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D50BDCA3C5EE0CC626CEDAA45F17AD85CA3D4BFA3.75BF5DC7E98ABDA8478BC3D1B05810CD06AF00B9%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dc6b54684b6405f68%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DVIKSxEr1PMXjYjlXv17v7DYafjE&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1RgRGtJRcQk/R2qH3HFe4VI/AAAAAAAAAHA/IQp-eacmi3w/s1600-h/reyna+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; 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My belly was so big i couldn't see my toes..which surprises me now as I can see my toes because of  my precious daughter who finally decided it was time to be born.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1RgRGtJRcQk/R17oMinxtNI/AAAAAAAAAGY/cizhhfCcsnk/s1600-h/Joys+pregnacy+pictures+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1RgRGtJRcQk/R17oMinxtNI/AAAAAAAAAGY/cizhhfCcsnk/s320/Joys+pregnacy+pictures+005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142803126653400274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Reyna was born @ 7:31 pm on the 5th of &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1RgRGtJRcQk/R17osinxtOI/AAAAAAAAAGg/m6ckDd5u8KI/s1600-h/Joys+pregnacy+pictures+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1RgRGtJRcQk/R17osinxtOI/AAAAAAAAAGg/m6ckDd5u8KI/s320/Joys+pregnacy+pictures+018.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142803676409214178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;December 2007. She is so sweet and wonderful and doesn't cry often. She is very observant about things going on around her. She was born 8 pounds 1.6 ounces and was 20 inches long.. and though she was a decently good size baby, she still gets swallowed up in her little clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture is when we were leaving the hospital and Chris and I had prayed with her... when we put her in the car seat she folded her hands together and it was just so adorable. Already getting her used to praying. :D This was the only day she had the pacifier that the nurses gave her which was good for the ride home... but it has since been disposed of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1RgRGtJRcQk/R18U9CnxtRI/AAAAAAAAAG4/c00no83NRjc/s1600-h/reyna+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1RgRGtJRcQk/R18U9CnxtRI/AAAAAAAAAG4/c00no83NRjc/s320/reyna+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142852338388677906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She is breastfeeding very well and I had a little reworking to do because of the pacifier... but it didn't cause too much harm.&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;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1RgRGtJRcQk/R17q-CnxtPI/AAAAAAAAAGo/-hf5a6wqjBQ/s1600-h/Joys+pregnacy+pictures+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1RgRGtJRcQk/R17q-CnxtPI/AAAAAAAAAGo/-hf5a6wqjBQ/s320/Joys+pregnacy+pictures+022.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142806176080180466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is Chris and Reyna... I am so proud of Chris. He was able to stay in the delivery room without passing out and has been a huge help since Reyna's birth. I'll tell the story of the laboring part later, but for now I am just so glad that Chris has been such a good father to Reyna... and I love seeing him hold her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is now 6 days old and doing well. She is very healthy and its mommy (me) that the doctors were worried about... but I have been home and doing well.. though I have to take things extremely slow and not over due anything. Chris had to travel out of town for 4 days for some training at work. He will be back this Thursday. It has been hard not having him here, but I am so blessed that my sister is here to help me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1RgRGtJRcQk/R17tBynxtQI/AAAAAAAAAGw/f-aEEmnj7YQ/s1600-h/Joys+pregnacy+pictures+026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1RgRGtJRcQk/R17tBynxtQI/AAAAAAAAAGw/f-aEEmnj7YQ/s320/Joys+pregnacy+pictures+026.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142808439527945474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Some ladies at church have been stopping by with dinner every night. What a blessing God is to us. Its just amazing how God created such a blessing to me and Chris and I am so glad that I am honored with the chance to raise this little one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love just watching her sleep and watching her look at the world around her.. its so precious.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30394424-5047751063092539212?l=joyfulime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyfulime.blogspot.com/feeds/5047751063092539212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30394424&amp;postID=5047751063092539212&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30394424/posts/default/5047751063092539212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30394424/posts/default/5047751063092539212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyfulime.blogspot.com/2007/12/new-part-of-life.html' title='A new part of life.'/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10949522573387051569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1RgRGtJRcQk/R7Ih4ymZl9I/AAAAAAAAAJk/dZp7K7pOzj8/S220/reyna2+060.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1RgRGtJRcQk/R17oMinxtNI/AAAAAAAAAGY/cizhhfCcsnk/s72-c/Joys+pregnacy+pictures+005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30394424.post-3151466321611386258</id><published>2007-11-17T21:39:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-17T22:38:18.427-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates on the baby!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Everything is going well so far in  my pregnancy. I must admit that I am looking forward to having my daughter and to hold her for the first time. I am both excited and a little aprehensive because  I know that my life is going to change once Reyna decides to make one of these days her birthday. I can't fathom the years I will have raising her and me being a mom instead of a daughter and wife (only) but I will have that title "mom" added.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1RgRGtJRcQk/Rz-9LcnNeRI/AAAAAAAAAGI/ctozwfNOuzQ/s1600-h/rose.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1RgRGtJRcQk/Rz-9LcnNeRI/AAAAAAAAAGI/ctozwfNOuzQ/s320/rose.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134030104582519058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;There are times when I am so ready to have Reyna, to have her no longer sitting on my bladder and kicking my ribs, when there will be no more Braxon Hicks contractions to interrupt my work and when I can actually sleep without someone kicking my pelvic/hip or bladder in the middle of the night. Instead I'll have a daughter to hold, to feed, to change many many diapers and to stay awake at night holding/feeding. I have enjoyed being pregnant so far, but its getting so much harder to stay at work and be as big as I am. I am blessed that it is a job that requires allot of sitting so I haven't had to deal with any swelling in my feet/legs and no weird veins popping out. However, because my job requires I am on the phone allot, its hard to talk when in the middle of a contractions that takes your breath away. Also its hard to work while being pregnant because there is  no time for a nap when my body needs it. I have to go on as if there is nothing different and its difficult at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;I told one of my church ladies that I am looking forward to having Reyna because its getting harder to get up in the mornings and to get things done that need to be done.  She was upset that I wasn't loving being pregnant and enjoying everything about it...but when she had her children she didn't work, so she doesn't know what  its like to not be able to sleep when your body needs it when your pregnant.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;I have found that many ladies at work find it part of their "duty" to tell me their birthing stories and though I"m glad that they want to share in that, I really don't need to hear how "easy" I have it compared to what they had to deal with and how "hard" they had it. Well sorry to disappoint but childbearing isn't easier... the baby is still born the same way it has for centuries and just because there are more modern and better technology to help in case something goes wrong, the pain is probably the same, specially since I don't want to get drug up. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1RgRGtJRcQk/Rz-8OsnNeQI/AAAAAAAAAGA/E4L2xER2Qq4/s1600-h/prince+charming.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1RgRGtJRcQk/Rz-8OsnNeQI/AAAAAAAAAGA/E4L2xER2Qq4/s320/prince+charming.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134029060905466114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;I do have one lady at work that has been nothing but a blessing to me and I am so thankful that she is there. She has been always there to answer my questions and to help me understand things that well frankly no one tells you about until after your pregnant and even then they don't tell you things. I didn't know what my ob/gyn meant when she said that I am 50% effaced after telling me i was dilated 2 cm. But now I know... I was glad because when the mucus plug thing was coming out I wasn't freaking out as much because this lady explained to me that this happens so that the baby can come out and that this is normal and part of the process of my body getting ready to deliver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;I go to see my doctor on Tuesday and I am hoping that I"m further along being dilated more and that I'm more effaced.. I would love to have Reyna the week after thanksgiving, however I know its not up to me.. but the baby.. I just hope she decides to come soon. She is very healthy and moves around ALLOT so I know she is very healthy and happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;On Friday the 16th I was having contractions about 6 minutes apart and having lower back pain and hip pain and my pelvis hurt as well and I had this constant need to pee... so I called my doctor and they told me to go to the hospital to get checked out. Of course as soon as I was hooked up to the monitoring machines, the contractions slowed way down and Reyna became a very active bee inside me... Well no go for having the baby yet.. and though I was disappointed because I really wanted her and do want her, I am glad that I went once again to the hospital. They found out that I am very dehydrated ( and that is why i have been thirsty so much for the last few days) and I have once again another urinary track infection. So I have meds and am drinking allot of water none stop to try to get myself hydrated again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;I like my new Ob/Gyn, She is a Christian and is so sweet and wonderful to me. I feel so at peace with her and was amazed when I first met her because as far back as I can ever remember I have never liked doctors and never felt at peace around them.. well I felt at peace the moment I met her and was surprised by that until I found out that she also is saved and so therefore we have the Holy Spirit in both us helping to draw us together. I also found a pediatric that is a Christian lady as well and both me and Chris liked her the moment we met her... its just wonderful to see how God works in our lives like this...preparing us the right people to have be in charge of our physical needs.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways...just wanted to update a little about what is going on. I'm just waiting now for Reyna to pick a day to show up and to meet her parents and change our lives forever. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30394424-3151466321611386258?l=joyfulime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyfulime.blogspot.com/feeds/3151466321611386258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30394424&amp;postID=3151466321611386258&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30394424/posts/default/3151466321611386258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30394424/posts/default/3151466321611386258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyfulime.blogspot.com/2007/11/updates-on-baby.html' title='Updates on the baby!'/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10949522573387051569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1RgRGtJRcQk/R7Ih4ymZl9I/AAAAAAAAAJk/dZp7K7pOzj8/S220/reyna2+060.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1RgRGtJRcQk/Rz-9LcnNeRI/AAAAAAAAAGI/ctozwfNOuzQ/s72-c/rose.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30394424.post-8958317064498275537</id><published>2007-10-19T16:52:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-10-19T17:05:04.262-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Your Fired!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;I have been fired and not by my boss at my employment.. nope.. I have been fired by my doctor. He no longer wants to be my doctor and I have no idea why  except that he said that I didn't get my blood test done fast enough for him and therefore I'm not being compliant. Ok... so I'm 8 months pregnant now, I have done everything he has asked without question and so on this past Tuesday *Oct 16th* I went in and he said that my sugar count was a little high and he wanted me to do a blood test.. so I said Ok.. and after the appointment went to make my appointments to see him again and to get this blood work done. The problem.... well I have to do blood work in the morning and need to be fasting.. and well many of my co workers are out this week because of their own doctor appointments etc.. and one will be out most of next week because of a surgery being done on her as well as some morning appointments she has before that which leaves me the only one there in the morning answering phones.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Yes I have to be there since I schedule for the hospital and someone has to be able to get patients in and registered etc. So I didn't get it done this week and Have been trying to get it so I can do I next week... My doctor called me on Thursday and said since I haven't gotten it done that he no longer wants to be my doctor because he thinks I no longer have the same priorities as he does concerning my pregnancy and that this is very serious (which he never once mentioned in the office when I was there) and so he was uncomfortable being my doctor any longer and I had 2 weeks to find another doctor or he won't turn over my records.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;I find him to be very unreasonable in this because I have been compliant to everything he has ever asked me to do and never once questioned him or complained. But since I have a job that won't let me just take off the very next day after my appointment to have some blood work done (which I was not under the impression was too terribly important and needed to be done asap) he fired me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Don't worry I found another doctor that will accept me and though I was scared that with me being fired from a doctor and being 8months pregnant that no one would take me thinking I was a horrible patient to have. I am blessed to find one that is allowing me to become her patient. And its my first female doctor.... but that is alright.. its all good. I'm excited about it now... wasn't yesterday when i was fired!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;I have never heard of a doctor firing a patient but from what I was told from my new doctor, its common in Dallas area because there are so many different doctors that they don't feel bad turning a patient away. Hrm.. interesting. Now can you see why I have little like for doctors and have always avoided them.. they will fire you if you don't do something fast enough for them.. stupid really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Anyways, I'm healthy and the baby is healthy and growing normally, not too big and not too small and I'm healthy for what its worth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;so that is my drama for the week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Joy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30394424-8958317064498275537?l=joyfulime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyfulime.blogspot.com/feeds/8958317064498275537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30394424&amp;postID=8958317064498275537&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30394424/posts/default/8958317064498275537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30394424/posts/default/8958317064498275537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyfulime.blogspot.com/2007/10/your-fired.html' title='Your Fired!!!'/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10949522573387051569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1RgRGtJRcQk/R7Ih4ymZl9I/AAAAAAAAAJk/dZp7K7pOzj8/S220/reyna2+060.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30394424.post-4641448322438560127</id><published>2007-08-12T12:56:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T13:04:01.968-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>r&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1RgRGtJRcQk/Rr9YBVErQuI/AAAAAAAAAFw/eEHI1D1ASWo/s1600-h/IMG00024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1RgRGtJRcQk/Rr9YBVErQuI/AAAAAAAAAFw/eEHI1D1ASWo/s320/IMG00024.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097890083066561250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here I am from the front, my hair is all messy and the shirt doesnt help me look as skinny as I am. I have been losing weight on my sides and well you can't really tell. When I first found out I was pregnant at 1 month and 2 days along, I weighed 248.9 and the last doctor visit (the last 2 visit- 4 weeks apart- i was the same for them both) i was 225.6. I have lost so much wieght but gained so much baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not 5 months along... I only have 4 1/2 months left to go. I am half way there! Yeah for me.. I am so glad about that though because I am getting tired of waiting for our daughter to show up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1RgRGtJRcQk/Rr9YMFErQvI/AAAAAAAAAF4/6LhK4qCi-eI/s1600-h/IMG00025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1RgRGtJRcQk/Rr9YMFErQvI/AAAAAAAAAF4/6LhK4qCi-eI/s320/IMG00025.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097890267750154994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the side view of my belly.. now you have to remember that most of it is my regular fatty fat and isn't the baby, though I am starting to round out more.. and show some.. you can tell more towards the upper abs that I'm rounding out but the underbelly is just fat. Oh wells. I am working on that. I look like I am suprised and I was because My husband just insulted me as he took the picture! I had to laugh at him though. He called me his fat preegnant cow and so thus the look and then I threw a pillow at him and it was a fun moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways I wanted to post this so my mom and siblings could see.. not sure many others care about it.. but hey.. thought I'd share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great day.!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30394424-4641448322438560127?l=joyfulime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyfulime.blogspot.com/feeds/4641448322438560127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30394424&amp;postID=4641448322438560127&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30394424/posts/default/4641448322438560127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30394424/posts/default/4641448322438560127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyfulime.blogspot.com/2007/08/r-here-i-am-from-front-my-hair-is-all.html' title=''/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10949522573387051569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1RgRGtJRcQk/R7Ih4ymZl9I/AAAAAAAAAJk/dZp7K7pOzj8/S220/reyna2+060.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1RgRGtJRcQk/Rr9YBVErQuI/AAAAAAAAAFw/eEHI1D1ASWo/s72-c/IMG00024.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30394424.post-8558208897385241150</id><published>2007-08-07T07:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-08-07T09:00:27.616-06:00</updated><title type='text'>In everything with prayer and supplication...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1RgRGtJRcQk/RriJAVErQtI/AAAAAAAAAFo/ssCHbL-9ldQ/s1600-h/amourgi22.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095973617119478482" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1RgRGtJRcQk/RriJAVErQtI/AAAAAAAAAFo/ssCHbL-9ldQ/s320/amourgi22.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I need to say things because they are going through my mind a mile a minute and I know that this is a very touchy situation for some involved in the situation but I need to get my thoughts out because everything I say is being taken the wrong way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been thinking about dating and what it means alot latetly, not for myself since i'm married, but for my sister. I feel bad for her because so far her choices in that department have been very poorly made. Let me describe my sister because she reminds me alot of my aunt becky in some areas. Firstly she is a very sweet and generous woman and always giving. She is kinda shy around guys and has a very very low self esteem about herself always and she feeds it by thinking and dwelling on those thoughts that keep that self esteem low. She compares herself to others and what they are doing (having boyfriends and in my case a husband) and then wanting to have that kind of relationship as well. Which isn't bad if it wasn't something that only makes her self esteem go lower. Secondly she is a little overwieght and so she dwells on that and her looks (which I personaly think she is very pretty and she has a beautiful smile and I wish i had her nose) and so when someone who is her family (me) or any of her friends try to tell her that she is very pretty, she just thinks that we have to say that and that we have to think that. Which sorry, but I don't have to say that and I don't have to think that, I have a mind of my own and I do think and say things that I truly do feel and think. I don't sugar coat things to anyone. When my husband asks me if what he is wearing looks stupid I am honest and if it is then I say, darling.. go change that looks stupid on you and he will either go change or go looking stupid. Either way I dont' sugar coat things and I hate when people sugar coat things for me... so i dont' do it for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of her low self esteem I can see how guys who are a little (if not more) off thier rocker love to go after her. All they have to do is give her a compliment or two and make it seem as if they are the only ones in the world that think that and that they are so special because they think she is beautiful and tell her so that she should be willing to date them. She can so easily be the person that gets into a very verbal mental abuse situation in dating. She is the perfect target because she doestn' stand up for herself when it comes to her looks and she values what guys think soo much, that if a guy were to tell her, after getting her to like him, that she wasnt' that pretty, it would devestate her. Hurt her. In this, she is alot like my aunt. I am afraid that she would also like my aunt, do things to try to please the man she is dating and i'm not saying sexually, but changing things of who she is to try to please this man (whoever she dates).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1RgRGtJRcQk/RriITVErQrI/AAAAAAAAAFY/AztCaeop_eY/s1600-h/LOST+DOG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095972844025365170" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1RgRGtJRcQk/RriITVErQrI/AAAAAAAAAFY/AztCaeop_eY/s320/LOST%25252BDOG.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally I think that Dayna could do better then the current guy she has chosen to like but i can't really tell her not to persue him because first of all I don't know him too well and I have no say in who she dates or doesnt' date and secondly because if I outright said.. don't date this guy because of blah.. she would date him just to prove me wrong, regardless if she wasnt' going to date him or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I worry for her because although she prays about things, she does have a tendency to let her emotions tell her what she wants them to say to her to do. I just worry that she is praying about dating this guy and as she has feelings she is like.. well i guess God wants me to date him because i have these feelings. I don't know if she realizes that feelings can be that of lust or want or something that you can feed yourself into having and fooling yourself into believing is God's will. The only way you can tell if the feelings you are having are from God is through daily devotions. No matter where you are at in the bible, when you are praying for something specific God will show and direct you in your reading what he wants you to know.That is why the holy spirit indwells in the believer, to help guide and open the eyes of those that are reading his word to know what He is saying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister was upset that I wanted her to read the bible and get scripture for what she should do, but in all situations that is big you should be praying and seeking God and by seeking God and knowing what he is saying you have to read the bible. God doesn't give you "feelings" as an answer to what you pray about because our own feelings can be very decieving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister thinks that I don't want her to ever get married and that is so not true. I want her to know what a godly relationship with a man is like. Its wonderful to have God center in your life and then have a man come along and help lead you towards God and the things of God and to pray with you and someone that you can talk to about God and grow together as you both seek God. I want to know the kind of love that a man of God can give a woman but I dont' want her to settle for any man that comes along giving her compliments and making her "feel" special. Because in every relationship the "feelings" change and grow and mature and sometimes they grow apart, specially if you are not equally yoked. By that I mean if you are not on the same maturity level, not on the same page in life (with wants and desires and growth) and if you are not both saved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1RgRGtJRcQk/RriGmFErQpI/AAAAAAAAAFI/PyfxE4O4Ic4/s1600-h/caminhar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095970967124656786" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1RgRGtJRcQk/RriGmFErQpI/AAAAAAAAAFI/PyfxE4O4Ic4/s320/caminhar.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I made it a very intersting thing in my life to watch and observe people and to learn from others mistakes. I know more then people think I do because I have made it something of high priority in my life to observe them and see how things work. I know for a fact that if you marry someone that is of a different maturity level that things wont' work out.. both are expecting things that the other just can't met.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my sister and if she wants to date this guy then I'm for it as long as she can show me where God is directing her to date him, if she does that then I wont' oppose it at all. I am not opposed to her dating at all, I just want to make sure that she is doing what God wants her to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do think that the biggest concern for me about this guys isn't the fact that he is 50 and she is only 22 or the fact that he is black and she is white, I think the fact that he has been married and claims to be saved is a huge issue. If he and his wife were both saved then there should have been no divorce, because in a relationship that God is center, the people do not grow apart but grow closer together. And in any divorce the cause isnt' just one sided there are two sides to it. I also am a little concerned that she would end up being the step mom of his three kids all of who are older then her... and I would hate to have her struggle with that as well as what others are going to do and say to her. She will have a very hard time with this man, not because of him but because of how society is going to treat them both. First she looks like she is 15 and he looks his age.. so people are going to treat him alike a pedopiler and that isn't good and then if they do know how old she is they are going to think she is a gold digger. I know that people that know her wont' think that.. at least not where she would find out, but people would think that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if she realizes that if she does marry this guy that he wont' be around very long, its a fact that most black men/women dont' live as long as white men/women. And the fact that he is in his later years would only be more added responceabilty. I dont' know if she realizes that she would have to be able to support herself and him finacially as well as take care of him when he is sick and in and out of the hosptial and as his body shuts down. She will be a very young widow and I would hate to see that happen. I do want her to be married but I dont' want her to be widows by the time she is 30!or at the latest 40. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1RgRGtJRcQk/RriIoFErQsI/AAAAAAAAAFg/_-gV1pNQ2B8/s1600-h/01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095973200507650754" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1RgRGtJRcQk/RriIoFErQsI/AAAAAAAAAFg/_-gV1pNQ2B8/s320/01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister thinks that I'm agianst her being happy and making her own decisions but that isn't the case. I want her to make decisions and she said that she has been learning from her past mistakes yet so far she hasn't proved to me that she has. She makes alot of the same mistakes and its scary because they are big mistakes. I am going to stay out of this though.. because if she shows me that God wants her to marry this guy/date this guy(because dating should and usually does lead to marriage) then I won't say anything about it and I'll be happy for her. But in the same situation as my friend Faythe, I will be happy for her happiness but I won't approve of her choice. My friend Faythe married a man that mentally abuses her and I can't stand him, but i love Faythe and so I encourage her. I dont' visit her much though because of her husband and how he is. I will be happy for Day if she gets married to this man if it makes her happy and if she is doing what she believes is the Will of God, but if she wants me to accept him as my brother then she has alot of convincing to do as well as him to make me see that he is good for her in the long run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that sounds mean and hateful but its not. I only want what is best for Dayna and I dont' think this man is it. I think she can do alot better. My biggest concern is that she says he is saved but doesn't know his testamony, has never had him tell her when and how he got saved. Just because he lives like he is saved doesn't mean you are...I know many that act like they are saved and then later you find out that they weren't and that they are lost like everyone else. Dayna isn't a good observer of people and wouldn't know the difference of someone pretending to be saved and someone that is saved. The best way to know is to ask and she hasn't asked him yet. I know she wants to have a relationship with a man that is saved so this is a huge concern for me... that she hasnt' even asked him, just assumes that he is. That is scary to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must seem like the meanest sister alive because I want the best for my sister and want her to see that she needs to look at things outside the box... outside of the situation she is in. I did that when I was dating Chris.&gt; i steped back and put my feelings aside and prayed and read the bible to determine if he was the one I was to marry, because my feelings have fooled me in the past and i couldn't trust them. And I am glad that i did that because I know now for 100% fact that this is the man that God wants me with and I am so glad because he is perfect for me.. we help eachother and he has the personality and marturity level that is right with mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll get off my soap box now and just give this all to God.. I have been praying about this and that God will show my sister one way or another about this situation and that he will give me a peace about whichever decision is made so that she knows that I am supporting her and not trying to ride her and get on her case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ever praying for my sister~&lt;br /&gt;~Joy~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30394424-8558208897385241150?l=joyfulime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyfulime.blogspot.com/feeds/8558208897385241150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30394424&amp;postID=8558208897385241150&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30394424/posts/default/8558208897385241150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30394424/posts/default/8558208897385241150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyfulime.blogspot.com/2007/08/in-everything-with-prayer-and.html' title='In everything with prayer and supplication...'/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10949522573387051569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1RgRGtJRcQk/R7Ih4ymZl9I/AAAAAAAAAJk/dZp7K7pOzj8/S220/reyna2+060.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1RgRGtJRcQk/RriJAVErQtI/AAAAAAAAAFo/ssCHbL-9ldQ/s72-c/amourgi22.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30394424.post-2133881711145851967</id><published>2007-08-01T11:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-08-01T12:14:09.629-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Gods wonderful grace shown</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1RgRGtJRcQk/RrDIxlErQmI/AAAAAAAAAEw/REaQT4gjSvA/s1600-h/5xn3cwga.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093791932646900322" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1RgRGtJRcQk/RrDIxlErQmI/AAAAAAAAAEw/REaQT4gjSvA/s320/5xn3cwga.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;I am so blessed to be married to my wonderful husband and to have the whole month to visit my best friend. However, the visit is coming to a close next week and I shall miss her once she goes back up to teach in Illinois.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;We are fully moved into our apartment, just need to finish unpacking a few boxes that I can't get to at the moment. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Chris had a trechia biopsy and is doing so much better. I am totally amazed at the specialist that we went to have this done and he was just so sweet. We went on Friday and he got in and they let me go back with him until they sedated him, then I went to the waiting room. I had a book and expected to spend a couple of hours just reading untill they came for me. However, about 15 minutes after going back into the waiting room, a nurse came to tell me that they had started and that Chris was doing great. About 10 minutes later they took me into the operating room where they had him so that the Doctor could show me live what they saw down his trechia (wind pipe) and to explain things to me.. it was rather neat to be able to see inside my husbands throat and see what they were goign to do. I then went back to the waiting room while they lasered off some scar tissue to help open up his wind pipe more so he can get more air in and out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;It wasn't more then 20 minutes later that another nurse came to tell me that they were doing well and then a few more nurses came in to tell me that he was doing fine within a span of 40 minutes and finally one came to tell me that they finshed the biopsy and were sending the tissue down to get analyized and to let me know that they were about done with him and were going to let him wake up. I then waited another 10 or so minutes when another nurse came and took me back to where Chris was waking up. A nurse stayed to make sure he was alright before discharging him and she even gave us a free parking pass so that we can leave without having to pay anything. I thought that was very sweet of her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;The doctor had came and talked to us and was sooo wonderful telling us everything and giving us all the options. Which are really not that bad. If what he has done lasts for more then a couple of years then we will do this agian if the scar tissue reforms, if the scar tissue reforms within a few months then we will have to choose between a very invasive surgery or a non invasive surgery, but either way it would be a lengthly recovery and very painful for him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1RgRGtJRcQk/RrDNKVErQnI/AAAAAAAAAE4/0DiS9pS5LCw/s1600-h/6nmpfyc1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093796755895173746" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1RgRGtJRcQk/RrDNKVErQnI/AAAAAAAAAE4/0DiS9pS5LCw/s320/6nmpfyc1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Chris is doing great and they didn't find anything on the scar tissue to be of any concern.. it was just scar tissue and not something else that could possibly be of more concern. God is so good to us. I had been and continue to, pray for Chris and his breathing. I am so glad that they opened his airway from 4 millimeters to 12 millimeters and he is doing soo much better. Normally the airways are around 20 millimetters and if he was an olympic athelete then this wouldn't be enough for him but since he is not, this is something that the doctor feels can help him out tremindously. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;God is great in his timing though. When we first got married we didn't have health insurance and a month after getting it I got pregnant (not planned by us) and he started having some breathing problems agian... so we went and got him looked at and this is the result. I am so glad that he is doing well. The doctor thinks that he had always had this scar tissue from when he was premie because of the tubes they stuck in him as a young babe. And this is something he always struggled with but only recently did it get worse and more noticable. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Anyways we are just praising God for the wonderful grace he has shown us in this situation. :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;~Joy and Chris and little Reyna (on the way)~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30394424-2133881711145851967?l=joyfulime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyfulime.blogspot.com/feeds/2133881711145851967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30394424&amp;postID=2133881711145851967&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30394424/posts/default/2133881711145851967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30394424/posts/default/2133881711145851967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyfulime.blogspot.com/2007/08/gods-wonderful-grace-shown.html' title='Gods wonderful grace shown'/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10949522573387051569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1RgRGtJRcQk/R7Ih4ymZl9I/AAAAAAAAAJk/dZp7K7pOzj8/S220/reyna2+060.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1RgRGtJRcQk/RrDIxlErQmI/AAAAAAAAAEw/REaQT4gjSvA/s72-c/5xn3cwga.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30394424.post-3266581738512058424</id><published>2007-07-20T10:18:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-07-20T10:41:25.665-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Yeah we are finally moving to our new apartment. Yesterday we got our tv/computers/desks and kitchen table moved over as well as our entertainment center and alot more boxes. Today is so busy that we won't have the opportunity to move, but Saterday is the big day.. the day we finaly move EVERYTHING to the new apartment.  I am excited about it but at the same time a little nervous. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;God is so good though and I have been watching the little girls in our church and you know.. I didnt want to have a girl because of the drama but the more I watch them and remember how funny they can be I am getting more excited. Kayla a 5 yr old in my church came up to me on Wednesday and rubbed my stomach. "Mrs Joy, is your baby doing alright.. i can't hear her!" I assured her that she was fine and then she asked me what I was going to name the baby. I told her what me and Chris have decided on, Reyna. "But mrs Joy you should name her Kayla because that is the best name that any girl can have" To which I responded that If I named her kayla then I may get confused on which kayla I wanted. She asked me" What color hair does she have?" I smiled and told her that I didn't know.. that it could  be blonde like hers or brown or even red... she got excited when I said that. "Red hair! Then you HAVE to call her Dawson because Dawson has red hair. (Dawson is her younger brother). *giggles* I told her that it was a boy's name but she was insistent that if my daughter has red hair it has to be called Dawson because obviously everyone with red hair has to be have that name. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Oh it was such a funny moment and I had to tell her mom who laughed at it as well. I think that in the mind of this 5 yr old, there are only certian names you can use.Well yesterday I was talking to her mom and I heard kayla in the background telling her mom that Mrs Joy is going to name her baby girl Dawson because she has red hair. *giggles* I just laughed and listened as her mom tried to correct her without laughing at her outright.. though she did laugh later. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;I think having a daughter will be good though because its so much easier to buy girl things.. just to have to find things that are modest. I dont' want the short skirts that the teens wear now days for a young girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Ok.. so now that we are moving into a two bedroom apartment and I can decorate the baby room I am excited. I am getting things ready in my mind with what I want to do with the room and I'm so excited. I am going to paint butterflys on the wall with lady bugs and flowers... I love painting so this is a fun project for me to do while I get things for Reyna.  I am glad that we are moving because I am going to an apartment where the AC actually works.!! I have been like a walking sauna and its only getting hotter outside with the stoppage of the rain. Now don't get me wrong I know that we needed the rain to stop because of all the flooding and deaths but at the same time it was the only thing keeping the tempurture at a bearable level. Oh well I guess that is the price you pay for marrying a Texan! :D *I am truly happy I am married to him though, even if he does like the hot weather.*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Anyways.. I have pictures to post.. once I can get my home computer up and running saterday or sunday.. yeah for pictures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;~Joy~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30394424-3266581738512058424?l=joyfulime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyfulime.blogspot.com/feeds/3266581738512058424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30394424&amp;postID=3266581738512058424&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30394424/posts/default/3266581738512058424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30394424/posts/default/3266581738512058424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyfulime.blogspot.com/2007/07/moving.html' title='Moving!'/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10949522573387051569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1RgRGtJRcQk/R7Ih4ymZl9I/AAAAAAAAAJk/dZp7K7pOzj8/S220/reyna2+060.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30394424.post-3594533393028500596</id><published>2007-07-11T10:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T10:45:40.309-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Its a LIZARD!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;I had my sono done on the 10th.. so yeah.. and the baby is very healthy and so I am. I was able to see the baby's gender and though my husband told me that he thought it was going to be a lizard.. he was wrong. Its a girl. I am so excited to be able to come up with girl names. Now don't get and critize me for wanting to know and telling others what i'm having. I decided that the best way to do this was to know because I had my heart set on a boy. So I was slightly disapointed when I was told I was having a girl. I am not sure I can handle all the girly girlness that girls bring and the DRAMA! oh I know about girl drama and I don't want it... so I shall try to get her used to not being dramatic.. try is key word there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;I am getting excited though to have a girl and the more I pray about it and the more I think on it, the more I am falling in love with my little girl. I am trying to come up with some names and Chris is doing the same so we can discuss names for her. I am glad that we know the sex of the baby though because we are going to be moving to a larger apartment and I wanted to decorate the baby's room in colors that were gender specific. No don't worry I shall not go Pink.. since I dislike that color very passionatly, but purple is a good color and so we shall go with that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;So far everyone who has found out what i'm having is excited because they wanted to go shopping for us and get us things and now they can get things gender specific. I am excited about it almost as much as my mother in law. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;I was disapointed though because as soon as I told my mother in law she went and told prettty much everyone I knew and so I didn't get the priveldge of telling people.. just my mom and dad and my husband and my in laws... I'm disapointed in that regard because I was wanting to tell people, and she was just too excited that she just went and told everyone.. even though i asked her not to. I know for next time to tell her last *giggles* oh well. I get the honor of being the first to see my baby etc so I'm alright now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Now yesterday my husband had his interview (which I though twas thrusday but wasn't till tuesday) and he said it went alright but didn't think they were wanting him so its back to applying for jobs and more prayer. I know that God provided us with this adorable blessing and will provide for us and our daughter, I would just like to know how and when.. but that is my human sinful nature wanting to know now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;~Joy~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30394424-3594533393028500596?l=joyfulime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyfulime.blogspot.com/feeds/3594533393028500596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30394424&amp;postID=3594533393028500596&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30394424/posts/default/3594533393028500596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30394424/posts/default/3594533393028500596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyfulime.blogspot.com/2007/07/its-lizard.html' title='Its a LIZARD!'/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10949522573387051569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1RgRGtJRcQk/R7Ih4ymZl9I/AAAAAAAAAJk/dZp7K7pOzj8/S220/reyna2+060.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30394424.post-108056991402052709</id><published>2007-07-03T14:45:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T16:02:02.932-06:00</updated><title type='text'>God's Blessings</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;God is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;so&lt;/span&gt; wonderful to us all. I found out 4 months ago that I was pregnant and we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; have the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;fiances&lt;/span&gt; at this time to really support a child and so we started praying. God gave us this miracle baby for a reason and we know that since God gave us this child when we were taking all &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;precautions&lt;/span&gt; not to have one yet, that God will also provide for this child. We have been praying about this for some time and things are getting tighter with our fiances but we are getting by. I am just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;so&lt;/span&gt; blessed that I have insurance. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Well this morning, Chris applied for a web designer/&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;developer&lt;/span&gt; entry level job around 9am. After lunch he got a call to come for an interview. This is the field of work that Chris has been trying to get into for years and has &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;allot&lt;/span&gt; of experience just no degree and so he is not too excited about this cause he doesn't think he will get it. However, I am excited that he has this job interview on Thursday around 2pm because it is a huge step towards his goal and it would mean a pay increase. Both of which is what we have been praying for. God is showing himself as our provider once &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;again&lt;/span&gt; and I wanted to share that with those that actually read my blog and to ask also that you pray for him as he goes for his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;interview&lt;/span&gt;. This is something that he loves doing and would actually enjoying going to work if he got this job. It would also help us in our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;financial&lt;/span&gt; situation and would help provide for this blessing that God sent to us... and will be around in our lives crying and pooping and eating in December. I am so excited about this and Praising God for it even before it happens. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;On other news I have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;finally&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;stop &lt;/span&gt;having morning sickness so Yeah!! I am so glad because I feel more energetic and more alive. We are moving in 2 weeks to another apartment and so I have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;allot&lt;/span&gt; of boxing to do and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;allot&lt;/span&gt; of packing and throwing things away. I'm not to excited about that but That is alright because in the end I get to paint a baby room and get ready for our blessing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Praising God,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;~~Joy~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30394424-108056991402052709?l=joyfulime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyfulime.blogspot.com/feeds/108056991402052709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30394424&amp;postID=108056991402052709&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30394424/posts/default/108056991402052709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30394424/posts/default/108056991402052709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyfulime.blogspot.com/2007/07/god-is-so-wonderful-to-us-all.html' title='God&apos;s Blessings'/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10949522573387051569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1RgRGtJRcQk/R7Ih4ymZl9I/AAAAAAAAAJk/dZp7K7pOzj8/S220/reyna2+060.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30394424.post-7345595411136189537</id><published>2007-06-11T09:56:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-06-11T10:11:44.490-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Scare</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I had a real scare on Wednesday and many people will probably think it isn't as bad as it may be.. but it scared me. My husband went to church without me because I was having a really bad case of morning sickness and I just couldn't see myself sitting at a bible study throwing up and having a great fellowship. So I stayed home to do that alone. I went to the rest room and urniated and saw that I was bleeding and that there was clumps of blood in the toliet. I kept bleeding for some time and I had in my mind that bleeding during pregnancy isn't a good thing since it can be an inidication of a miscarriage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called my mother in law(since she is a nurse to see what she would suggest) and I was hopeing she would just tell me that it was nothing and to not worry about it.. but she added to my freaking out. She told me to imiediatlly go to the ER and that she would meet me there.. well I had no car so I told her that I would call the Er to let them know that I was coming and to see if My doctor was on call that night at the ER room... he wasn't. My husband called through and told me that he was on his way home and I told him that he needed to take me to the Er. So when he arrived we left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got signed in at the ER around 10:30 and then waited about an hour before they saw me. I was then asked to use the restroom to give a urine sample... and i didn't have to go.. since I had gone about an hour before that and that was the reason I was in the ER... but i did the best I could for what I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband went into the back with me where we waited till 12:45 to be seen by a nurse who took my blood and left. It wasn't until 1:30 that I was seen by the doctor/and nurse and given a heart doppler, which we heard the baby heart beat strong at 160 and then they did a pelvic exam to find that the cervex was closed ( a good sign of not having a miscarriage) and then we waited some more. Around 2:30 the nurse came in with doctors orders for some medication. To make a long story longer, the medication is for a urniary track infection that I have and the bleeding was my body trying to get rid of the infection and because of the infection i could possibly have a miscarriage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was told to go home and not to work the next day and to let my Ob/Gyn know what was going on and to talk to him and see if I could work Friday or not. She signed a note for me to not go to work and sent me on my way. We got home around 3am and my poor husband slept about 2 hours before getting up for work, since he didnt have a doctors note. My wonderful husband took great care of me and got me my medicine and made sure that I was comfy before going to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read the note the doctor gave and it wanted me to be on bed rest for that day and to see my doctor and see what he said. I guess alot of walking or standing could cause the bleeding to happen agian and so after talking to my Ob/Gyn I was told to stay home and have a 4 day weekend. Sleep when tired and to put my feet up as much as possible and to not do any standing or walking for a day or two. Just to help my body fight the infection and to lower the risk of a miscarriage. He also told me that it was important that they found this infection as soon as they did because it could lead to kidney desease or a gallbladder desease(since I have no galbladder anymore that wouldn't be a worry but the kidney desease would be) and that if that happened it could harm the baby in very extreme ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is so good to let me freak out and go to the ER and I am glad that my body reacted the way it did to the infection. There was a lady in my church that was pregnant with triplets and she had the infection but never knew it and it did cause kidney desease which killed the three babies.. it was sad and I am just glad that God is providing and protecting this child that I am so blessed to be carring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, Please pray for me to continue to heal and for the baby to be strong healthy baby (just not too big *smiles*).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that has been my scare over the weekend and I wanted to share so that maybe a few of you would pray for us cause prayer is always needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Joy~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30394424-7345595411136189537?l=joyfulime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyfulime.blogspot.com/feeds/7345595411136189537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30394424&amp;postID=7345595411136189537&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30394424/posts/default/7345595411136189537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30394424/posts/default/7345595411136189537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyfulime.blogspot.com/2007/06/scare.html' title='Scare'/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10949522573387051569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1RgRGtJRcQk/R7Ih4ymZl9I/AAAAAAAAAJk/dZp7K7pOzj8/S220/reyna2+060.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30394424.post-2065025370465416458</id><published>2007-05-29T09:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-05-29T09:54:18.941-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Memorial Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Friday was a great day. I got home and took a short nap before my husband got home, then we went out with our friend Toby. It was a great time and we enjoyed eachothers company.  Saterday was a great day as I got to sleep in for the most part. I was glad it was Saterday and I got to just chill and relax. Something I needed alot of. I got to play some games with my husband and to just hang out with him. Sunday was great. Pastor preached two really good sermons ( we have two morning servies (9:00 and 10:30am) and he is going through Galations in the first one and John in the second).  After church everyone had been invited to go to pastors that night for a game day/night and to bring food if we want to. My husband decided to get some really good marinated chicken fajita meet from a Mexican grocery store and took our dear friend Johnny (Dos) with him to interpret for him. He came back to the car with 12 lbs of meat!!! I couldn't believe it.. and he decided to cook half of it for that night. Goodness he had cooked about a fourth and I thought it was too much meat. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;It was a big hit though and most everyone loved it. We were a little late but that is alright. We played catch phrase women vs. men and we won the first game/lost the second and won the third. Then they played scene it disney. I didn't play as all the yelling out answers had gotten to me and caused me to not feel so well. I watched and was amazed at how many things the women got wrong. I knew the answers but they couldn't hear me when i told them anyways, so i just sat quietly watching them lose. The funny part was that my husband carried the group and not the fathers of young children who have seen these shows more recently. My husband... I couldn't believe it. ok i can.. but still it was just funny to watch. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Monday was great. I loved that i didn't have to get up for work and though i did get up like what is now a routine in the morning, i was able to go back to sleep and feel well rested when i did finally get up. I played some games with Chris and then we were going to lunch so we got Toby and ate with him, then watched the third Piriates movie. I must say it wasn't what I was expecting and it was goood. I liked it and was pleasantly supprised at the end of the movie. Then Toby came over and hung out with us at the apartment and it was fun. i did laundry and some cleaning as the guys talked about things. I think I have officialy talked Chris into allowing me to get Cable when we move. I hope so cause we only get the reg channels and most of them dont' come in too well. I was  a little upset that I couLdnt' watch my hockey games and to watch the playoffs... which will be over by the time we move :(. but that is alright. I will have it for next year and I will get to watch more games through out the year. So that is good. I'll even settle to watching the Stars play as long as I can watch hockey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Chris wants to watch TNA wrestling with Toby.. so i'm useing that to my advantage in getting him to allow me to have cable. :D Its alright if we dont' get it. I really don't mind too much. Just really miss my hockey games. I was suprised to see that the Ducks beat Ottawa in the first game of the Stanley cup finals. Come on.. FLorida beat out CANADA!! that is just so wrong! I am hoping it was only a fluke and that the Ottawa's will come back and win the cup. I just can't see the cup going to Florida.. that would just be soo wrong on so many different levels. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Oh well. Anyways.. This is my update for a while. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;~Joy~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Ps.. day I do have the pic scaned.. but blogger isn't allowing me to blog it.. wierdness.. I'll keep trying to get it for you though so you can see. Miss ya and love ya.. tell Jayme hi for me when he gets home this week to see you all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30394424-2065025370465416458?l=joyfulime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyfulime.blogspot.com/feeds/2065025370465416458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30394424&amp;postID=2065025370465416458&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30394424/posts/default/2065025370465416458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30394424/posts/default/2065025370465416458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyfulime.blogspot.com/2007/05/memorial-weekend.html' title='Memorial Weekend'/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10949522573387051569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1RgRGtJRcQk/R7Ih4ymZl9I/AAAAAAAAAJk/dZp7K7pOzj8/S220/reyna2+060.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30394424.post-5815011903888840889</id><published>2007-05-24T08:37:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-05-24T09:38:35.700-06:00</updated><title type='text'>New blogger look</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Ok.. so i did steal this from Amber.. but I fell so much in love with the look that I decided to get it for myself.. since it is free. I did some modifications so it is a little different.. mainly just the background colors... that way when she comes visiting me she wont' freak out and think its hers.. *giggles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amber is still very much expecting and I'm hoping she will have her baby soon. I have enjoyed reading this last month of her blogs because it has helped prepare me some in what is to come in 7 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some days I wake up and I have to remind myself that I'm very much am pregnant, though some mornings I wake up and KNOW that i'm pregnant... and its never a good thing to hug an oval ceramic bucket (aka toliet). I am counting my blessings though because I have not suffered as much as others have told me that they have from morning sickness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well yesterday I watched the finale of Lost and goodness.. its was very fascinating and I'm excited as they have signed another 3 year contract to produce Lost. I have the first 2 seasons and I can't wait for the third to come out. I am adicited to it mainly because there are so many things that you see in the background that is very significant to the show, though you just dont' know it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am looking forward to the new Harry Potter book coming out in July.. only a couple months away. I know some people are agianst Harry Potter cause it has "magic" in it but the way it is written and the way the story is protrayed I dont' see anything wrong with it.. its fantasy book, and based in a fantasy world. I don't see Christians bashing Lord of the Rings but then agian I'm sure that some people would find somehthing wrong with even Chronicles of Narnia... *sigh* Oh well. I am excited though that the movie to HP is coming out as well as the books and the second movie to Chronicles of Narnia is going to be finished soon and I'm excited about that. I love those books and oddly enough was only introduced to them in College. I find them a great read and a good analogy of Christ, though some of the doctrine is off... but I understand that because of the doctrines that C.S. Lewis held to was a little off. He was writing his beliefs down and that is alright. I still love the books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am moving in July and I'm getting excited. We are moving to a two bedroom apartment and its bigger by at least 400square feet then where we are now and its only $30 more then what we are paying now. I'm excited cause though we could stay where we are.. and i like the apartment, they are going to raise our rent $200.00 dollars because "you are good payers and pay on time"as I was told by the managment. and when asked if they are raising it that much for everyone she said "No.. you pay on time and I know your good for it." well how would she know our budget? Hrm? Yes we could afford it but not for a small one bedroom apartment that has only 619sq ft... nope.. sorry.. i would much rather move to a larger apartment for only 30 more dollars a month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ruthie is coming down in July and I'm excited about that. She is going to help us move and I'm glad. I am going to just box things up and let the guys and ruthie move everything to the trailer/van and unload it all. I remember last summer in Texas and lets just say I had heat stroke a few times and that is with me drinking alot of water and trying to stay inside alot. I am hoping that my pregnancy (being in the begining stages) won't add to the heat of the summer but because i'm not used to the weather down here(used to the colder weater of Michigan) and not used to the OVEN breeze that comes through (instead of the cool breezes from the Great lakes) I was told that I was not to be involved in the heavy lifting of items. I 'm not complaining. I was blessed when we moved to this apartment cause I was at work when the guys moved in all my things and Chris's. I do plan on boxing things up and getting things labeled and ready for the move.. so at least i don't feel like I wasn't helpful in the moving process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Joy~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30394424-5815011903888840889?l=joyfulime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyfulime.blogspot.com/feeds/5815011903888840889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30394424&amp;postID=5815011903888840889&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30394424/posts/default/5815011903888840889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30394424/posts/default/5815011903888840889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyfulime.blogspot.com/2007/05/new-blogger-look.html' title='New blogger look'/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10949522573387051569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1RgRGtJRcQk/R7Ih4ymZl9I/AAAAAAAAAJk/dZp7K7pOzj8/S220/reyna2+060.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30394424.post-4547643677093042225</id><published>2007-05-23T12:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T13:57:42.673-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Wednesday.. a great day~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Today I woke up and have been feeling wonderful. Its like I got an extra boost of energy from the magic man or something and its great. I love it. I can't believe that its past 12 and I'm not feeling tired. Praise the Lord for everything. I am so excited. God has been providing for us and its so wonderful to see. I was able to sleep more last night since I went to bed a little early and woke up without the cat meowing at me to get her food for her. It was nice.. she was alseep. First time in a few weeks that she left me alone. I am glad that Chris is bonding more with the cat then me.. cause it wouldn't do to have the cat jealous of the baby once it comes. I do like playing with the cat and the string. She loves strings. its adorable and rather funny to see how she will contort herself to get the string and pounce on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trista is a great cat and she is only annoying first thing in the morning as she is trying to wake us up to get her food. She will just have to learn to wait.. and she is slowly learning that we do give her food AFTER we go to the rest room and get ready. Sorry but first thing in the morning my thoughts are not on the cat and getting the food down for her.. no its emptying my bladder and making sure that i'm decent for work before thinking of the cat. She is getting braver and coming to lay with us on the couch more though she still won't sit on our laps. She is only 8 months old and had been abused so this is great progress for her. I never thought that I would like cats.. but I like this one.. alright. I would still rather have a dog but that is alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have pictures to update on here... and I shall do that when I get home. I have a 10 week ultrusound and its rather amazing to see how much the child has grown inside me already.. goodness only knows that this child is going to come out through c-section the way its going. I was told at the docs that I have a small pelvis and as along as the child isnt' 8lbs or more i can deleiver naturally otherwise I need to have a c-section.. and I really don't want to do that. grr on having a small pelvis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also have some pics of my cat.. she has a lemer tail.. at least that is what Chris is always saying.. i think it looks more like a racoons tail. Its very unique.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I just thought I would update a little.. ask away if you have anythign you would like to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always His,&lt;br /&gt;~Joy~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30394424-4547643677093042225?l=joyfulime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyfulime.blogspot.com/feeds/4547643677093042225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30394424&amp;postID=4547643677093042225&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30394424/posts/default/4547643677093042225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30394424/posts/default/4547643677093042225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyfulime.blogspot.com/2007/05/wednesday-great-day.html' title='Wednesday.. a great day~'/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10949522573387051569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1RgRGtJRcQk/R7Ih4ymZl9I/AAAAAAAAAJk/dZp7K7pOzj8/S220/reyna2+060.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30394424.post-900963338269365818</id><published>2007-05-10T11:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T13:56:55.469-06:00</updated><title type='text'>more of the same...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;i went to bed a little early yesterday and was sound asleep before my head hit the pillow because I dont' remember touching it and chris said he saw me hit the pillow and told me that he loved me and I was already talking in my sleep.. and indication that i was in a deep sleep. Oh what a blissful thing that was.. sleeping. I could do it all day every day if I was allowed to, though I am not.. and I must go to work in the morning. Oh about 3am my husband finally crawled into bed and woke me up crawling over me... and when asked why he was coming to bed so late he told me he fell asleep with the cat in the other room.. (which i took to mean the living room on the couch). This morning after my husband woke me up ( and i had been up many times through out the night with morning sickness (which isn't just in the morning.. ) he told me that he fell asleep in the kitchen giving the cat her food. *Giggles* So he layed down on the kitchen floor to pet the cat and watch her eat (we dont' allow her on the counters and she doesn't like to jump up there anyways) and he promptly fell asleep only to later wake up and realize the cat was gone and the cat food was in front of his face. So he decided to come to bed at that time. My wierd strange husband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so glad that I have such a wonderful man. This morning he prayed for me and the baby and the future spouse of our child.. I love hearing him pray and i love praying with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I sit at work, wishing i was at home where I could at least sleep and have privacy but nope.. i must stay at work and let everyone hear me have morning sickness.. all day... so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am blessed to have such wonderful people working with me cause they all have been asking if i'm alright and if they could do anything.. I have yet to find someone willing to take over my pregnancy for a day or two so I won't be sick every day. Hrm.. any volunteers??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Joy~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30394424-900963338269365818?l=joyfulime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyfulime.blogspot.com/feeds/900963338269365818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30394424&amp;postID=900963338269365818&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30394424/posts/default/900963338269365818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30394424/posts/default/900963338269365818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyfulime.blogspot.com/2007/05/more-of-same.html' title='more of the same...'/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10949522573387051569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1RgRGtJRcQk/R7Ih4ymZl9I/AAAAAAAAAJk/dZp7K7pOzj8/S220/reyna2+060.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30394424.post-5421160678588211690</id><published>2007-05-09T07:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T13:57:28.374-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Quick update for now..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;What a complete blessing that God is to me. I was able to go to Wisconsin to watch my best friend graduate from college and had such a great time with her and a few other female friends from up there. I didn't realize how deprived I am of female companionship down here in texas untill i got to spend 5 days with my best friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved the cooler weather and was always feeling great as everyone else was cold and wearing warmer clothes. I am hoping that since I'm not going to be in my last trimaster this summer that it wont' be soo bad for me though I do know that I have yet to get used to the Texas summers down here. Last year I had heat stroke a few times and that was with me drinking water contuneally... well see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to laugh with my friends and talk about things that guys would just pass over and ignore as its not a topic they enjoy so much, but I loved it. I kept teasing my friends saying that i'm going to play my pregnancy card to everyone so that I can get whatever I want.. we tried it at a restraurant just to see what would happen and you would never guess.. but I got the meal for half off and they gave me extra food..I thought it was kind of them and wasn't what I had ment to happen, but that is alright.. God is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to go shopping and bought some shirts (which I am going to put the pics that I took of them on here after work) and I got new tennis shoes so i can do more walking without my shoes falling off at every step.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learned a very valuable lesson. Flying and morning sickness do NOT go hand and hand. I flew home on Monday and I felt horrible for the passangers on the flight cause I was having morning sickness really bad and God is good though for a passanger near the bathroom was willing to trade seats with me so that I could have better access to the restroom. I didn't have too many problems on the flight and had to only visit that room twice during the 2 hour flight. This past weekend has given me morning sickness and I am thinking it was all the traveling I was doing. Since being home I have not had this problem and have gone back to just being nauseated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So from now on.. when i'm pregnant.. i'm not going to fly.. at least not till the second trimaster where I may be less likely to have morning sickness. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was soo good to sleep in my bed agian and to cuddle up next to my husband. He is getting more excited about the coming child and has started kissing my stomach and talking to the baby. I find it rather attractive and very sweet when he does that. I haven't started showing yet, but that is alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and on a bright note.. when i was at the doctors on monday (because I had a boil behind my right ear.. thanks to my pregnancy) I had to step on the scale. I had lost 10 pounds so far since being pregnant and the doctor was rather glad. He said that it is normal for someone overweight to loose weight during pregnancy as long as I don't add the extra 300 calaries a day.. though it should start to tapper off and stay the same wieght maybe gaining about 5-15 pounds total during the entire pregnacy. I'm excited because I may end up being skinner after the baby is born then i was before i got pregnant. God is so great to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I must go back to work. Have a great day all who read this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Joy~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30394424-5421160678588211690?l=joyfulime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyfulime.blogspot.com/feeds/5421160678588211690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30394424&amp;postID=5421160678588211690&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30394424/posts/default/5421160678588211690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30394424/posts/default/5421160678588211690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyfulime.blogspot.com/2007/05/quick-update-for-now.html' title='Quick update for now..'/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10949522573387051569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1RgRGtJRcQk/R7Ih4ymZl9I/AAAAAAAAAJk/dZp7K7pOzj8/S220/reyna2+060.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30394424.post-4359231589681783969</id><published>2007-05-01T12:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T12:47:41.175-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Google.. tag your it...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Ok.. I saw other who had done this and it sparked me to try.. what you do is go to google.com and type your name and the word "needs" then post the first 10 repsonces. Well I typed Joy needs... and here are the ten first sentences.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;1. Joy needs a better understanding of the nature of evil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt; Yes.. I suppose I do... as does everyone... interesting that this was the first thing.. hrm.. I'll go pray about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;2. Joy needs the financial resources to help maintain its expanding program of life transforming ministries.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt; I do need money as my little one is coming.. so yes this ministry of mine (to my family) is expanding and we do need financial resources. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;3. Joy needs tragedy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;What!? Tragedy? Since when?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;4.Joy Needs Prayer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt; Yes I sure do.. please pray for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;5.Joy needs to spend some serious time in Baghdad. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Hrm.. wonder what is in Baghdad that I am in need of spending some serious time there.. hrm...??*ponders*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;6.Joy needs to leave her office!!!!!!!!!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;YES!! I agree with this (since I'm at work and tired).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;7.Joy needs Jokes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;  I love jokes.. they are so much fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;8.Joy needs funding to purchase a cargo van for food pantry pick up and a passenger van for the children's programs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;hrm.. i need a cargo van for food... well that is good.. what are they saying that I 'm in need of more food cause I'm pregnant?! and a passenger van for my children programs.. i'm not haveing THAT many children this time.. just one!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;9.Joy needs to realise her mistake. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I suppose I do.. cause I don't know what it is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;10.Joy needs help with choir. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;yes.. since I'm not in choir.. I need all the help I can get to learn to sing well enough to be in choir. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;See this was kinda fun.. now your turn!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30394424-4359231589681783969?l=joyfulime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyfulime.blogspot.com/feeds/4359231589681783969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30394424&amp;postID=4359231589681783969&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30394424/posts/default/4359231589681783969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30394424/posts/default/4359231589681783969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyfulime.blogspot.com/2007/05/google-tag-your-it.html' title='Google.. tag your it...'/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10949522573387051569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1RgRGtJRcQk/R7Ih4ymZl9I/AAAAAAAAAJk/dZp7K7pOzj8/S220/reyna2+060.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30394424.post-5378650176326356909</id><published>2007-05-01T06:58:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T13:58:55.163-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend of madness~~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I am excited that on Thursday I get to go on a plane and fly north to Wisconsin. I miss the north and the people there. My best friend is graduating from college and I am excited for her. She has already finished college in Dec but will be walking across the platform to accept her diploma this coming Friday. I have missed her so much and I wish she would move to Texas where I am. However I am so proud of her and glad she is following God's will for her instead of my selfish wishes. She teaches math and history (double major) at a christian academy and she is growing so much by being there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been busy packing and getting ready for my 5 day weekend/vacation and I'm so excited. Not only do I get to see my best friend for 5 days but I get to spend time with a few other really good friends. I'm really looking forward to it. I have been getting things prepared at home for my husband as he is going to have to fend for himself.. not that he can't cause he is a better cook then me.. but I am making sure he has food to cook, and laundry to wear whilst I'm gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I already know I'll miss him. When we first got married I spent a week away from him driving my best friend back to Wisconsin and I missed him alot... though I had a great time. So I am already preparing myself to miss him, and this time I'm more emotional.. comes with being pregnant. I still have a hard time remembering that I'm pregnant cause I'm not showing and not having morning sickness all the much.. just a slight nuasea every so often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been going on a website that gives me week by week how my baby is developing and its pretty amazing.. Its so wonderful how the heart beats without a brain.. cause the heart is formed and starts beating before the brain is ever formed.. see you can have life without brain waves!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please feel free to leave a comment giving advice about being pregnant or emotional or anything at all.. I love hearing from others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Mommy to be~&lt;br /&gt;~~Joy~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30394424-5378650176326356909?l=joyfulime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyfulime.blogspot.com/feeds/5378650176326356909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30394424&amp;postID=5378650176326356909&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30394424/posts/default/5378650176326356909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30394424/posts/default/5378650176326356909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyfulime.blogspot.com/2007/05/weekend-of-madness.html' title='Weekend of madness~~'/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10949522573387051569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1RgRGtJRcQk/R7Ih4ymZl9I/AAAAAAAAAJk/dZp7K7pOzj8/S220/reyna2+060.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30394424.post-6750717479246009478</id><published>2007-04-26T08:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T09:55:31.392-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weightloss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby'/><title type='text'>Baby and things...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1RgRGtJRcQk/RjDK2rE6l3I/AAAAAAAAAEo/XqY8_AFr6os/s1600-h/baby"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057765422162155378" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1RgRGtJRcQk/RjDK2rE6l3I/AAAAAAAAAEo/XqY8_AFr6os/s320/baby%27s+first+pictures.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;I found out that I am 7 weeks and 3 days pregnant.. on day more then I thought.. but that is alright.. I was very close. I had my first sono.. and it was transvagenal but that was ok. It felt realy wierd and I am not going to go into details but lets just say I was glad that the tech was a female. I got to see the peanut size child inside of me. They counted the heart beat and its 120 which is good.. and healthy. The child also is looking healthy. We tried to listen to the heart beat but unfortunaitly my uteris is tilted back and so they couldn't get the machine to hear it.. we will hear it later when the baby is bigger, though I got to watch it on the screen. The tech told me that the baby droped from my right overy though it doesn't matter, just something that was informative. I got a picture of my first baby its to the right of this paragraph. As you can see the baby sin't the black stuff.. that is the liguid sourounding it.. and the aby is the little peanut size thing in the black area.. the little heart was beating up towards the top near the middle. It really is the size of a peanut yet its such a little sinner. The bible says that from conception you are a sinner.. but this child is a blessing to.. sent from God to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am starting to have morning sickness. I didn't for a while, just was a little nauseated at times and certian smells make me quesy.. though for the most part I have been blessed with not having bad morning sickness. I did have 3 days so far that were very bad mornings.. and I don't like hugging the ceramic toliet very much.. I mean I like using it.. but I don't like huggin it. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel so much differnt other then that and the peeing out the Alantic ocean every day. If I hadn't taken the pregnancy test, I don't think I would have noticed a big enough difference to scare me into thinking I was pregnant. The only reason I thought I may be was because I was a week late on my menstrual cycle and that is unusual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went out yesterday and got some maternity clothes, though I am hoping to actually lose weight this pregnacy and I can if I eat healthy and if I excerise.. though I still need to eat the same things and have 300 extra calaries a day.. but other then that I can lose weight. They said if I dont' eat fating food then the baby will start taking calaries from my stored fat.. which can help me lose weight.. so Yeah.. i may end up beign skinner after I have the baby then before the baby.. at least I keep telling myself that if I work at it.. I will be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am starting to walk alot and it feels good to do that. I sleep alot to.. I can't believe how tired i am getting all the time. Though I am hoping that it will pass and that the next trimaster will be better for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please leave any comments if you want and also pray for me... I could use all the prayers that people are willing to send on my behalf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Mommy to be~&lt;br /&gt;~~~~Joy~~~~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30394424-6750717479246009478?l=joyfulime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyfulime.blogspot.com/feeds/6750717479246009478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30394424&amp;postID=6750717479246009478&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30394424/posts/default/6750717479246009478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30394424/posts/default/6750717479246009478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyfulime.blogspot.com/2007/04/baby-and-things.html' title='Baby and things...'/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10949522573387051569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1RgRGtJRcQk/R7Ih4ymZl9I/AAAAAAAAAJk/dZp7K7pOzj8/S220/reyna2+060.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1RgRGtJRcQk/RjDK2rE6l3I/AAAAAAAAAEo/XqY8_AFr6os/s72-c/baby%27s+first+pictures.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30394424.post-1670633119435525041</id><published>2007-04-21T19:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T11:20:34.210-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Videos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://vids.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=vids.individual&amp;videoid=2018798428"&gt;I'm a gummy bear.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vids.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=vids.individual&amp;amp;videoid=1295852544"&gt;you sexy thing.. you very wonderful thing.. *lol*&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vids.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=vids.individual&amp;videoid=1278466808"&gt;very nice treadmill.. you want one..?? *giggles*&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vids.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=vids.individual&amp;amp;videoid=1736685129"&gt;It wasn't me!! Really!!!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just thought I would put on some video's that I found funny. Have fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Joy~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30394424-1670633119435525041?l=joyfulime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyfulime.blogspot.com/feeds/1670633119435525041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30394424&amp;postID=1670633119435525041&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30394424/posts/default/1670633119435525041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30394424/posts/default/1670633119435525041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyfulime.blogspot.com/2007/04/videos.html' title='Videos'/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10949522573387051569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1RgRGtJRcQk/R7Ih4ymZl9I/AAAAAAAAAJk/dZp7K7pOzj8/S220/reyna2+060.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30394424.post-5956026690559031387</id><published>2007-04-10T09:37:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-04-16T08:32:26.234-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun Monday for April 16th a few days early.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Ok.. this is for Fun Monday! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://icecreammama.wordpress.com/"&gt;Ice Cream Mamma&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; has the honor of this Monday's Fun Monday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;What is your favorite word?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;My favorite word is: Thank you. Ok its more then one.. but the simple sentence is so important in todays society yet many do not use it. Its a fast pace world and many people are rushing rushing rushing and they don't stop to thank people for helping them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;What is your least favorite word?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;anything that is a swear word. I don't like swear words at all and it grates on me when people us it. There is a huge dictionary full of words you can use to express yourself and people revert those simple stupid four letter words and to me it just shows a lack of vocabulary and a lack of intellegence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;What turns you on (creatively, spiritually or emotionally)?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt; Creatively it would be music, spiritually it would be reading the word or God or singing praise or talking to others about God, emotionally it would be something extreme.. I'm not a very emotinal being.. though I am now.. but that is cause i'm pregnant and though its not an excuse I feel a little more easily swayed to cry more then ever before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;What turns you off?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;I get turned off of things creative by people talking about reality and discouraging me.. spiritually its when i fail to meet with my Savior on a daily basis and emotionally I just tend to be turned off naturally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;What is your favorite curse word?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;The one that is never spoken.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;What sound or noise do you love?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;I love storms.. the sound of the rain and the thunder.. and the crack of the lightening.. that just is so soothing to me.. i also like the sound of a new born baby.. they are just so precious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;What sound or noise do you hate?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;I don't like the sound of someone with long nails pulling it across the black board.. and the other sound I can not stand above all else is swearing and loud yelling at that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;What profession, other than your own, would you like to attempt?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;I would love to be an author and write books.. which one of these days I shall attempt to do. I may actually suceed and get abook done and the most impossible thing get it published.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;What profession would you not like to attempt?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;I would not like to try sewer duty... or working with septic tanks. I am sorry but at this moment in my life.. with morning sickness.. I don't think it would be a very fun job.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;If -Since not if-Heaven exists, what would you like to hear God say when you arrive at the Pearly Gates?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;I would love to hear him say "well done my good and faithful servant" And since I know that there is heaven and that there is only one way to heaven.. which is Jesus Christ who died for our sins and rose so that we can know him and have life with Him in heaven if we believe and confess and repent of our sins. I have done this and I know when I die I will go to heaven.. my sins have been paid for in full and I don't have to wonder or hope of where I'm going.. I know. It you would like to know how you can KNOW then just ask.. I'll be more then happy to tell you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30394424-5956026690559031387?l=joyfulime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyfulime.blogspot.com/feeds/5956026690559031387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30394424&amp;postID=5956026690559031387&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30394424/posts/default/5956026690559031387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30394424/posts/default/5956026690559031387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyfulime.blogspot.com/2007/04/fun-monday-for-april-16th-few-days.html' title='Fun Monday for April 16th a few days early.'/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10949522573387051569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1RgRGtJRcQk/R7Ih4ymZl9I/AAAAAAAAAJk/dZp7K7pOzj8/S220/reyna2+060.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30394424.post-662959795454953689</id><published>2007-04-10T07:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T11:57:53.014-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blessings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shock'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnant'/><title type='text'>BLESSINGS FROM GOD</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#6666cc;"&gt;We go through life planning things having things all at our convience and in our timing but its not about our timing at all.. its about God and His timing. He has everything planned and perfected for us and his time is always perfect though we may not see it. Yesterday I peed on a stick and the first one told me that I had peed too much on it.. so I had to drink alot of fluids to have to pee agian. My husband took me out to eat and I drank alot of Mt dew.. the thing I know that would make me need to pee. When I got home I went to the bathroom and peed on another stick while my husband talked to his best friend. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#6666cc;"&gt;I look at the stick and it said "Pregnant" so I am going to be a mom in 9 months give or take a few days. I grabed the stick and shoved it in my husband's face because he wouldn't get off the phone for me to tell him and his face lite up with a huge grin. He was excited and told his best friend right away.. who was more excited that we are getting a kitten then having a child... but was excited non the less. I called my dad and let him know and my mom and my 5 siblings.. which my twin brothers were telling me that they are going to be uncles before they graduate high school and that its wierd and that I should have waited till they were out of highschool. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#6666cc;"&gt;Though my one brother said he was going to go to school telling everyone that his sister was pregnant.. I just hope he clarifies which sisters as one is still in highschool and they may think its her.. *lol* oh well. I had to tell my Grandpa on my dad's side 5 different times getting louder every time I told him because he didn't have his hearing aid in and couldn't hear me.. but that is alright. I also told my in laws and My fatherinlaw was Excited and my mom inlaw was shocked and asked how it could happen.. so I started to explain that when two people are married and they ... and so she cut me off and said she was in shock. But she is glad to day.. though still having mix feelings. Everyone at work is excited for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say all this to say that I am not sure if I want to be pregnant. I mean I'm not going to get an abortion or anything and I'll carry this blessing from God as long as God wants me to.. but we weren't planning on kids and our finiaces are not where I would like them to be and I really don't think we can afford to have child and all the things that come with being parents. I'm scared and I'm not affriad to admit it. I don't know what to expect being pregnant and I'm scared that i'll be a horrible mom and I dont' want to be horrible. I am praying and trying to give this over to God but its hard. I know in my brain that I'll be fine and that God will take care of us.. but my stupid emotions are working over time. I seriously thought that I was having a really bad pms this time which never really happens to me. I am the kind of person that you would rarely if ever see cry and it seems to be all I can do these days though I am probably only 3 weeks along. I have started getting more emotional and I hate it...but its alright because I expected this to come with the territory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am excited at the same time still in shock. But now I HAVE to get a digital camera so I can keep track and show everyone how I look as I get realy fat and waddle like a duck and then take pics of this blessing once he/she is born. I'm hoping for a boy but will be happy with a girl. I just won't look forward to the girly girl years.. of makeup and such.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~shocked and amazed~&lt;br /&gt;~Joy~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30394424-662959795454953689?l=joyfulime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyfulime.blogspot.com/feeds/662959795454953689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30394424&amp;postID=662959795454953689&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30394424/posts/default/662959795454953689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30394424/posts/default/662959795454953689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyfulime.blogspot.com/2007/04/blessings-from-god.html' title='BLESSINGS FROM GOD'/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10949522573387051569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1RgRGtJRcQk/R7Ih4ymZl9I/AAAAAAAAAJk/dZp7K7pOzj8/S220/reyna2+060.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30394424.post-2293521077704882645</id><published>2007-04-09T11:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-04-09T12:19:33.257-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='block party'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='easter'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Yesterday was Easter and what a beautiful day it was. The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;temperature&lt;/span&gt; was a wonderful 32 degrees outside and we even saw a small short snow flurry come down. It was a beautiful day though. I got up early early.. around 5 am and got ready for the long day ahead of me. My husband was going to be the speaker at the Sunrise morning service of a church that our friends Myron and Nina were serving, Myron is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;their&lt;/span&gt; interim pastor for a while. It was a very pretty church, not too big but not too small and the people were really nice. We celebrated the resurrection of Jesus Christ and that was wonderful. Then we had breakfast in their fellowship hall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris and I left shortly after as we had to be at our church for the two services we were having that morning. We arrived and set things up and had things ready to go for the early birds. We started the first service at 9am and ended around 10am.. then all the people from the last 3 months that had been saved (amen!) had to go change to use the baptism. Let me explain this a little. We just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;acquired&lt;/span&gt; a baptismal and so this past week the men of our church was putting it together making sure there was no leaks or anything of that sort and to see if the water would be warmed up. I was one of the 17 the got baptized. There was two young children.. Sarah (pastors daughter) was first, she is 6 years old. Then Samantha who is 9 went then all the youth from the youth group went.. there was 5 or 6 of them. As the teenagers went into the water they kept saying how cold it was.. then when the first adult went , she also said it was really cold.. but as I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;stepped&lt;/span&gt; in.. expecting it to be as cold as Lake Michigan in the summer, I was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;surprised&lt;/span&gt; at how warm it was. It wasn't cold at all.. silly Texans &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;complaining&lt;/span&gt; about warm water. Anyways.. we all headed into the other section to get changed, taking turns in the bathroom... while they started to sing for the next service which started at 10:30.. with all the baptisms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a great turn out.. which was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;surprising&lt;/span&gt;. We had two services for a few reasons. One being that the regular &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;members&lt;/span&gt; were going to help serve the second service.. help with parking, work with the kids, nursery, sound system, checking people in.. etc.. helping people to find seats anything that could hinder someone from finding where they were to go.. we had someone to help. Because I was getting baptized, I didn't do some of what I was going to do.... but I helped my husband do the sound &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;system&lt;/span&gt; and the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;PowerPoint&lt;/span&gt;.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt;.. so I did the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;PowerPoint&lt;/span&gt; while he did the sound and the recording. Anyways it was great.. we had 2 new &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;families&lt;/span&gt; visit us the first service, which was a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;surprise&lt;/span&gt;.. and then we had 4 or 5 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;families&lt;/span&gt; visit us as well during the second service. It was great..and the wonderful thing is that many people enjoyed the music. I heard &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;allot&lt;/span&gt; of wonderful things about the music and about how pastor preached.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After everyone left and the clean up had been done, we went out to eat. Mom and dad and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Chris&lt;/span&gt; and I at a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Brazilian&lt;/span&gt; cafe. It was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; good food, though I didn't eat everything. I wasn't feeling so good. But that was because of the long day.. and the day before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Saturday&lt;/span&gt;.. the day before... we had a block party for half of McKinney... we had 3 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Easter&lt;/span&gt; egg hunts each age appropriate... and we had raffles and gifts, and we gave out &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;allot&lt;/span&gt; of church information.. we had a cotton candy machine, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;hot dogs&lt;/span&gt;, hot &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;chocolate&lt;/span&gt; (because it was a high of 28 that day with cold winds and a few flakes of snow. We had so much fun though that after I lost feeling in my fingers and toes. .I was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;completely&lt;/span&gt; happy. I did go home though at 3pm and fall into a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;comatose&lt;/span&gt; state till morning... at 5am.. where we picked up our story. Yes this weekend was not a very relaxing weekend.. but it was a blessing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We didn't have evening service yesterday but pastor did invite everyone over to play baseball OUTSIDE.. which me and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;Chris&lt;/span&gt; opted out of. We instead went to do the thing I never thought I would ever do in my life. I still can't believe we are going to do this.. but I have agreed and though somewhat &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;reluctantly&lt;/span&gt;, I must say I am getting a small twinge of being alright with it the more we talk about it and research it out.. oh you want to know what &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; talking about. Well Chris has decided.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt;.. we have decided to get a kitten. I know.. i know.. its a c...a...t... but since i can train it to not be stupid(aka jump on the counter and eat butter or pee on the floor.. or scratch furniture).. i have agreed to get one. I must hang my head in shame to all the dog lovers of the world. I never thought that I would sink so low as to actually have a c... in my house... let alone own one. If you had asked me before now... I would have said that I would never have one.. but would have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;allot&lt;/span&gt; of dogs. But I confess.. I don't have a dog yet. Sad.. I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways.. today after work we are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;going&lt;/span&gt; to go get some supplies so that when we do actually &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;purchase&lt;/span&gt; a kitten we have the stuff of it.. like food, and a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;litter box&lt;/span&gt; and dishes to feed the thing out of and a scratching post and toys and stuff.. whatever cats like.. I hope it kills spiders though.. i really do. I have seen my share of spiders and I would be the happiest person alive if the kitten would eat them all, as well as mice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well this Wednesday is my birthday and I shall be 27.. so I have only a couple days left before I age yet again. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt;' mind my birthday.. .not like most people do... but I will say that the closer it comes the more I am getting homesick for my family in Michigan. I miss them, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; get me wrong.. I love being married and in TEXAS.. but I miss my family. I even miss the snow.. which when it was snowing down here i was the giddy one, the one jumping around with glee... that would have been me. Not the others who were sad and shocked.. no.. no.. I was the happy joyous one calling my best &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;Friend&lt;/span&gt; (waking her up) Just to tell her it was snowing in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;Texas&lt;/span&gt;. I hope she is still my friend. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall leave you with this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Thursday I am going to the doctors because I am weeks past my cycle and so i shall find out if I'm &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;pregnant&lt;/span&gt;. I have had false alarms before and so I am not hopeful that I may be. And its not like I am trying to be.. but if I am.. then God has this in his perfect timing... and that is perfect for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;Resurrection&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;~Joy~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30394424-2293521077704882645?l=joyfulime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyfulime.blogspot.com/feeds/2293521077704882645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30394424&amp;postID=2293521077704882645&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30394424/posts/default/2293521077704882645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30394424/posts/default/2293521077704882645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyfulime.blogspot.com/2007/04/yesterday-was-easter-and-what-beautiful.html' title=''/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10949522573387051569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1RgRGtJRcQk/R7Ih4ymZl9I/AAAAAAAAAJk/dZp7K7pOzj8/S220/reyna2+060.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30394424.post-406447227302466733</id><published>2007-03-19T08:24:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-19T09:02:20.524-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Revival meetings</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;We had revival meetings this past weekend.. friday to sunday and it was very awesome. We had William Blackburn as our preacher and he did a mighty work. He preached very hardcore and was very good at what he did. There were many that got saved and many that got thier lives right with God. I could feel the Holy Spirit there and moving through the people of the church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday we started with a southern style BBQ dinner and then worshiped God through songs and heard the Word of God preached to us. He talked about the 10 virgins standing on the outside of a wedding.. waiting and watching for the groom to appear... well 5 of these were wise and 5 foolish... it was great how he incorpareted this. He said that the 5 foolish looked like the other 5.. well dressed.. moral (hence the virgin part) and they had lamps... they had testimonies like every one else but they didn't know God.. they didnt' have the oil in thier lamps to be ready in case the night came.. oh they had the wick to burn down in the lamps but no oil to keep it going. It was an amazing sermon and though I had heard this preached on many times before, never in this way and never in such a thought provoking way either. I got home and looked at my sisters blog and she had devotions about that same story that day.. very cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saterday we had desserts and he preached afterwards, though at the momement I can't really remember much of what it was.. I'll think of it I'm sure after I am done with this... oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday we had breakfast.. eggs, bacon,pancakes,waffles,tortaias,salantro,sausages etc... then he preached over knowing if you are saved.. it was good.. I really liked it.He is a very good preacher and many people got saved and went forward. I was one of them. I had always thought that I was saved when i was 4 but I never really had a change in my life and to be truly saved you have to have a change in your life... a repentant heart... and I dont' think I had ever had a repentant heart till yesterday. So I went and gave everything to God.. and I feel wonderful! I know that just because you sin and have sin in your life doesnt' mean that you are not saved, cause Paul struggled with sin (i do that which i would not and don't do that which i would) and so I know that sin is still a struggle with all believers but if you countine in that sin and don't feel convicted then maybe you are not saved at all.. and that is where i was.. but no longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to church with an open heart.. telling God that I wanted him to break me and to show me all my sins so that I can get them right with him.. to search my heart and know me.. and then show me what that was so that I can know him more personally.. well God tugged at my heart during the sermon and I asked him to show me that I was saved... and God showed me that I wasn't. I am just glad that I went forward regardless what others may have thought of me.. many thought I had gone forward to help those at the front.. not realizing that I was going forward for myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is wonderful.. I just wanted to share that. I told my best friend Ruthie and she said" What?" and then I said it agian and she said "What?" I was glad to tell her agian and she was excited for me. What a blessing. Now to get baptized... gotta wait till our baptism is ready.. but we finally got one for our church and that is so exciting. God is really working and growing our church its amazing and great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Joy~ &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/30394424-406447227302466733?l=joyfulime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyfulime.blogspot.com/feeds/406447227302466733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30394424&amp;postID=406447227302466733&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30394424/posts/default/406447227302466733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30394424/posts/default/406447227302466733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyfulime.blogspot.com/2007/03/revival-meetings_19.html' title='Revival meetings'/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10949522573387051569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1RgRGtJRcQk/R7Ih4ymZl9I/AAAAAAAAAJk/dZp7K7pOzj8/S220/reyna2+060.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30394424.post-3660842501673358321</id><published>2007-03-14T14:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-14T14:56:02.533-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving???</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Ok.. so we are not moving yet.. but soon enough. We are looking for a house to move into and have fallen in love with one house, though its a little more then what we are going to be able to get in a loan. I talked to a loan person today and got a range in what we can afford.. so we are going to look for a house between 100,000-120,000 though all the houses in the area that we like and the kinds of houses that we like are alot more then that. Pray that God will give us a perfect house and one that we absolutly love. I would love to be able to get the house that we want but there is no way that they are going to come down 24,000 for us... though we are going to try offering it to see if they will accept it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We found a really nice realtor who is a christian and is so sweet. I am prayng that God will provide for us.. and we are not going to settle for a house because its a house in our price range.. if we dont' find anything yet.. then we will move to another apartment and then keep looking till we find the one that God wants us in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am learning alot of things about credit and about loans and mortgages and things like that.. and I am thinking of askin my grandpa (who is a realtor) for advice. Keep me in your prayers. Today we are going to go visit with our realtor before going to church then afterwards i'm going to bed. I haven't gotten to bed before midnight in the last 3 days and I get up early to go to work. Oh well. Its all good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is providing for us and is showing us how wonderful he realy is and we know that God will help us out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Joy~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30394424-3660842501673358321?l=joyfulime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyfulime.blogspot.com/feeds/3660842501673358321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30394424&amp;postID=3660842501673358321&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30394424/posts/default/3660842501673358321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30394424/posts/default/3660842501673358321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyfulime.blogspot.com/2007/03/moving.html' title='Moving???'/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10949522573387051569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1RgRGtJRcQk/R7Ih4ymZl9I/AAAAAAAAAJk/dZp7K7pOzj8/S220/reyna2+060.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30394424.post-9029820489498070351</id><published>2007-03-06T11:54:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-06T12:34:13.848-06:00</updated><title type='text'>yeah for friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;I had the honor of seeing my friends online yesterday and got to catch up on some things. I don't usually go on to my IM chats and was pleasently suprised to see my best friend, who is living in Illinois now, and my other good friend, who lives in Wisconsin, online. I got to chat with them for a while and that was a good thing. I am excited as I am going to be able to see them in May for a weekend and get to catch up on things. Its interesting because one of them is married and so its neat that i'm connecting on another level with her and able to ask her adivce and such and the other is single and is so much fun to just hang out with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Yesterday I got to hang out with my husband and that was fun. He is working on the chruch website and fixing it up to look awesome.. he is doing a great job and I am constinetly amazed at what he is doing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;~Joy~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30394424-9029820489498070351?l=joyfulime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyfulime.blogspot.com/feeds/9029820489498070351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30394424&amp;postID=9029820489498070351&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30394424/posts/default/9029820489498070351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30394424/posts/default/9029820489498070351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyfulime.blogspot.com/2007/03/yeah-for-friends_06.html' title='yeah for friends'/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10949522573387051569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1RgRGtJRcQk/R7Ih4ymZl9I/AAAAAAAAAJk/dZp7K7pOzj8/S220/reyna2+060.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30394424.post-7942947668551554388</id><published>2007-03-01T08:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-01T09:24:00.377-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeah for Thursdays!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Ok.. so this week was slowly creeping by, but Praise to the Lord its Thursday. I have been harboring a pianful tooth, well a socket where the tooth once lived... and now its letting me rest in peace.. which is great. I still have some pain there but its not nearly as bad as before. This week has been a very long one and I am excited that tomarrow is Friday and that I have only today and tomarrow then I can relax and rest for a day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Monday I didn't go to work because I was feeling sick and hurting and couldn't talk and since my job is to be on the phone all day.. not a good thing. So i stayed home and slept and watch tv and slept and ate and watched tv and slept... hmm it was a great day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Tuesday I went to work and though it still hurt to talk I was alright for the first half of the day. I then started to hurt and druged myself up on my painkillers and that helped for the last part of the day, though there was a few times that I wanted to cry cause of the pain, but that is alright.. its past and I don't have to worry about that anymore. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Wednesday(yesterday) was a good day. I only hurt about half the time and it wasn't nearly as bad as before and I could even smile slightly. I was fine by the end of the day except that I was very very very tired. I hurt a little cause all that talking will do that to ya, and i was falling asleep on my drive home so I decided that sleep would be indeed what I would do once I got home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;This morning I woke up and was feeling just a little bit discomforted but soooo much better. I would say that I am at 90% right now and that is great! So to me I am so happy that it is Thursday because I am loosing my pain! Also because I weighted myself and I have lost 10 pounds in the last week.. granted I went on a stricktly soft diet, soups and such and haven't really been eating junk food or having soda's so its good that I can start my diet. I am just glad that I had a headstart and so when I can go back to solids that I can start a diet and not have to worry about eating junk food or having things that are not good for me. I am sooo looking forward to having grilled chicken and rice and a baked potatoe... oh yummy.. I can't wait. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Yesterday I got to talk to my sister and that was great.. I love talking to her and miss her alot. I wish my siblings would visit me sometime.. but I know its expensive but it would be fun to have them come visit for a while. I miss them. I miss picking on my brothers and my sisters, and playing games with them and talking with them and hanging out with them and just being with them. Eventually I am hopeing that they will come visit me.. maybe I need to get pregnant for them to get the hint to come see me.. hrm.. *ponders the idea*. No I think i shall wait till me and chris have a house though first, before I start trying to have kids... though if God wants me to have kids before then, than I will be happy with that too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Ok.. I must get back to work and have fun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;~Joy~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30394424-7942947668551554388?l=joyfulime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyfulime.blogspot.com/feeds/7942947668551554388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30394424&amp;postID=7942947668551554388&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30394424/posts/default/7942947668551554388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30394424/posts/default/7942947668551554388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyfulime.blogspot.com/2007/03/yeah-for-thursdays.html' title='Yeah for Thursdays!'/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10949522573387051569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1RgRGtJRcQk/R7Ih4ymZl9I/AAAAAAAAAJk/dZp7K7pOzj8/S220/reyna2+060.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30394424.post-1552903434835173547</id><published>2007-02-27T11:37:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-27T11:46:02.530-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun Monday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Ok.. my blogging environment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A white desk that is pushed in the cornor and is agianst two walls. My phone to the right of the computer (which is pushed in the cornor and is a flat screen monitor/computer and is black. I have two froggies on top of my computer watching me. To the left is my paper stacks neatly put in folders and piled in bins with a radio on the edge of the desk. My drink usually rests to the left of the monitor and a stack of scrap paper with a pen to the right of my mouse. This is what my desk looks like at work and there is on the walls three calenders all opened to the next three months... the current and the next two so I dont' have to scrabble to find dates for patients. A list of doctors that are on suspension and whom I can not schedule for is on the wall to my right and I have under my desk to the left my garbage can and to the right my filing cabnet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is where I do most of my blogging and most of my blog reading... though I do at times blog at home, its much easier to do it at work while I have some down time since I can't make people sick and call for appointments. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like to have christian music playing at work and usually it doesn't bother me to have music playing and it doesn't bother my office partner(my mom#2) so that is good. However much I love music, it does tend to get to me at the end of the day and I must turn it off to have some quiet to think and wind down a little.. before heading home to do luandry (which I don't know who in the world loves to do) and to try cooking for my husband. I love being married even though I do not always like the work that goes with it.. the chores that is.. though I married a great man that helps. Priase God for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Joy~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30394424-1552903434835173547?l=joyfulime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyfulime.blogspot.com/feeds/1552903434835173547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30394424&amp;postID=1552903434835173547&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30394424/posts/default/1552903434835173547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30394424/posts/default/1552903434835173547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyfulime.blogspot.com/2007/02/fun-monday.html' title='Fun Monday'/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10949522573387051569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1RgRGtJRcQk/R7Ih4ymZl9I/AAAAAAAAAJk/dZp7K7pOzj8/S220/reyna2+060.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30394424.post-4118232434575407536</id><published>2007-02-27T08:28:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-27T09:28:46.235-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Wisdom teeth...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Yeah.. My weekend is finally over and I would love to be able to stay home and heal but I need to be at work. I had my wonderful weekend start friday morning. I got up and got ready and then was driven to the dentist. I had all four of my wisdom teeth pulled out. The top too came out very easily but the bottom impacted ones took a little muscles and alot of pain to get taken out... and yes I was awake and aware of the entire thing. I think it was kinda cool. Afterwards they gave me gaze to be able to put in my mouth to stop the bleeding. I was told not to drink anything out of a straw or spit and to not brush my teeth for 3 days... well I did what I was told. I also was told that if the bleeding didnt' slow down in 4 hours to call them back.. so 5 hours later when the bleeding didn't slow down to much on the bottom sutured ones, I called and was told to go see the Dr Spence. He is a great dentist and was so sweet and kind and waited for me to arrive and then took care of the problem. And he also wrote me another vicodin pescription which came in much use on Monday when I ran out and was still in pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this weekend was full of Grey's Ananomy and Movies of all sorts. I was able to get caught up to the current session of Greys cause my sister#3 (sister in law) had the first two sessions and that was fun to watch. I slept alot and hurt alot. I tried not to talk but even that didn't help much. I spent this weekend in pain and then stupid me.. I decided that I didn't need to eat anything before taking my pain killers one morning and was sick for most the morning because of it. Oh well.. at least its past. It does hurt to talk alot and so I try not to talk as much as possible. I am at work today and yes I do answer phones and I am here because I can't realy afford to take any more days off without pay (because I don't have PTO yet to use) and things are getting tight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got up this morning and though my mouth hurt really bad and my left ear I decided that work was the thing to do. I am glad though because I do need to get out of the house... and I need to be very careful when driving on these meds so that I dont' fall asleep at the wheel or do something stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am very glad that I had these four wisdom teeth taken out, because even though I hurt and the pain is running to my ears, I know this will past and I will be better and I won't have to worry about tooth aches randomly coming up and being in constient pain for days on end due to these teeth they call wisdom teeth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must say that I did enjoy being taken care of by my wonderful husband and being lazy with an excuse to be lazy and to be able to just lay and watch tv. I don't watch much tv... even if there is a show that I really like.. I would much rather be doing something else. So it was nice to be able to just watch tv for a while... and get my little fix... though I will not be sad if I don't see another show for a few weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to talk to my sister for a little yesterday and I really miss her. I wish she could come visit me sometime.. though I dont' see that happening. I am sure she will not want to spend any money to fly down here, though if she did... I would love to have her for a few weeks. I also had my best friend call to talk to me and that was something very fun to do yesterday. I miss her as well and she wishes she could come down here and watch movies with me and to hang out with me. We talked about when I get to see her in May and that was fun to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw one of my friends from college on Hi5 and that was kewl as I hadnt' seen or heard from here since college days a few years ago. She didnt' know I was married so I gave her my number and hope she calls me sometime to talk and catch up on things.. though I think we should wait at least a week before doing that.. as it still hurts a little to talk... and the more I talk the worse it gets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways.. I need to find out what everyone blogged about yesterday so I can do my "Fun Monday" a day late... *goes in search of what the topic was*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Joy~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30394424-4118232434575407536?l=joyfulime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyfulime.blogspot.com/feeds/4118232434575407536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30394424&amp;postID=4118232434575407536&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30394424/posts/default/4118232434575407536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30394424/posts/default/4118232434575407536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyfulime.blogspot.com/2007/02/wisdom-teeth_27.html' title='Wisdom teeth...'/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10949522573387051569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1RgRGtJRcQk/R7Ih4ymZl9I/AAAAAAAAAJk/dZp7K7pOzj8/S220/reyna2+060.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30394424.post-6140524532261068479</id><published>2007-02-22T11:17:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-22T11:50:09.402-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='help'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Exercise'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Need help.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Ok.. so I need help with alot of things. First I need help to calm my nerves about tomarrow.. as I am going to be drooling all over myself and slurring my speach as if I'm drunk, when in all actuality I will be druged up on some "happy" pills from my surgery, granted its only my four wisdom teeth, but its a surgery non the less. I don't mind the actualy surgery, it the pain after that I'm dreading and more so that drooling all over myself and the incoherent speaking that shall insue...however I am sure that everyone around me will find me a great "drunk" person and be able to laugh at me. I am just glad that I may not be able to remember any of this as I shall be all druged up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been doing alot of thinking and alot of contiplating. I need to lose weight and alot of it. I wieght alot for a woman and though I had lost a ton.. meaning that I used to be about 40olbs.. no lie.. though I never looked like I was that big..I had lost alot of it in college and was down to 200 when i got married.. but since being married I put on around 40 pounds and I don't want to go that round agian. I need to lose wieght and mostly in my problem areas which are my butt.. sad but true, and my belly.. lower abdominal and my thighs... not so much my arms though I do have a slight flab on them. My need for help comes like this.. I have lost all my wieght before because I started eating less junk food and stoped drinking soda as much and started to eat more fruits and vegetables, however I can't seem to get lower in my wieght.. I leveled off and I need help in idea from others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you could tell me what kind of excerises to do that do not require a machine or equipment that will help with those problemmatic areas and any ideas for good meals as well I would apperciate it. I am going to try to weigh in every week to see how much I have lost/or gained *sad look* which I hope shall not be the case and would be excited to have lost even one pound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please if you have any ideas I really do need to lose the wieght. It is very unheathy and I don't want to die because of beign obessed... and I want to lose this fat for myself and for my husband.. he married me being overweight and wouldn't it be a great gift to him to be a skinny bombshell!? I think so. I want to lose the flab and keep the muscle so no anerixia for me but help is a diffenent must.. and any enouragement would be greatly appreciated as well. I am a very bad pracastinator and so if people constintly ask about my weight and about my goal I am more likely to suceed then to fail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok.. now I must leave you as work is calling be back from lunch. My last good solid meal will be tonight.. I dont' know what to have to make it last for a while... hrm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Joy~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30394424-6140524532261068479?l=joyfulime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyfulime.blogspot.com/feeds/6140524532261068479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30394424&amp;postID=6140524532261068479&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30394424/posts/default/6140524532261068479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30394424/posts/default/6140524532261068479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyfulime.blogspot.com/2007/02/need-help.html' title='Need help.'/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10949522573387051569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1RgRGtJRcQk/R7Ih4ymZl9I/AAAAAAAAAJk/dZp7K7pOzj8/S220/reyna2+060.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30394424.post-2534053749617783824</id><published>2007-02-20T09:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-20T10:16:32.352-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Catching up on Valentines Day</title><content type='html'>Ok.. this is for my sister Dayna who really wants to know what we did for Valentines day. We didn't celebrate it on Valentines day for a few reason, one being that everyone under the sun would be out and doing things and because he wanted to suprise me without me expecting it.. which I didnt'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came home from work on the 13th and was told to change my clothes to something comfy and yet nice.. so I did.. a bit suprised that he would request such a thing.. but going along with it. I then was taken to the car and told that we were going out to eat. I was taken to a nice french resturant (yes.. I did say nice and french in the same sentence.. :P ) it was a very romantic place and the setting was just great. Then we went to have some ice cream at Swensens a very awesome icecream place. He gave me a card and some very pretty flowers. We came home and well this is where I do not tell what happened, just suffice it to say that I'm a married woman so its allowed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Valentines day, I had a card for him, which suprised him, since he didn't think I would get him one. I also spend the day cleaning for him. We went to church and then on the way home we talked and I treated him to dinner. It wasn't anything that was super romantic like so many people may have had done to them, but on our limited budget and being newly weds this was a great First Valentines together. I took him to a movie and dinner this weekend as a belated Valentines day gift and showered him with attention and love.. you know its not all about women.. and I think its great to be able to do that.. there is something very special about giving attention and love to the man you are married to that just makes everything else so great. I love being able to do things for him and make him happy, becuase I notice that when a man is happy he makes me happy. Granted its not all about being happy, but rather about being with one another and loving eachother and caring for eachother and that is what we do and did. I had a great Valentines day.. and It was great that we also got to see and hear other people's stories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Joy~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30394424-2534053749617783824?l=joyfulime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyfulime.blogspot.com/feeds/2534053749617783824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30394424&amp;postID=2534053749617783824&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30394424/posts/default/2534053749617783824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30394424/posts/default/2534053749617783824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyfulime.blogspot.com/2007/02/catching-up-on-valentines-day.html' title='Catching up on Valentines Day'/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10949522573387051569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1RgRGtJRcQk/R7Ih4ymZl9I/AAAAAAAAAJk/dZp7K7pOzj8/S220/reyna2+060.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30394424.post-7101673247522337211</id><published>2007-02-19T13:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-20T09:52:32.227-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun Monday.. My treasured Objects!</title><content type='html'>Today is Fun Monday and thanks to &lt;a href="http://karmynsdreamings.typepad.com/dreaming_what_ifs/"&gt;Karmyn at Dreaming What ifs&lt;/a&gt; for giving todays topic. We are to write about our most treasured objects, and so here are mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not have a picture of my treasured objects but let me paint the picture for you. Its very old and is covered in a black leather binder. The binder is tattered and pieces are falling off, or have already fallen off.. the pages in side are old and yellowed giving that musty smell you find in most old books. Pages have been folded and torn and you can see it has been well used. Things are underlined and thoughts written on the sides on different pages. It had been new once, during the Great depression and given to a young girl that grew to Love this book behind anything. This book was passed down to her youngest daughter and loved then handed to me... the oldest daughter. This book is very old and holds many stories with it. Stories of war, and stories of depression and triump, stories of love and hope and sadness and death, yet this book holds all the memories of the people reading the book and taking it with them throughout life. This book was my grandmothers bible. To me this is the most precious gift one could get.. it holds her salvation testimony, of when she accepted Jesus Christ as her Lord and Savior and repented from her sin turning instead to God and His ways. The stories that lay within this book is precious and dear and true, as well as the stories that suround the book that had carried it through life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My second most precious item that I have is round and gold and lays on my left hand. It was given out of love and out of a struggling mans income and yet it is very precious to me. Its my wedding ring and I wish I could find my camera to take a picture of both these items. I have found quite a few other things as precious items but these are the two that I find the most precious of all. One has built my foundation for life (the bible) and the other has been the foundation to life I now have ( marriage) and both that blend well together and is something I wish all girls attain.. salvation and a life grounded on the truths held in the bible and then founded on a vow within the marriage, a vow that is unbreakable, unchangable, and unconditional. A vow to stay faithful and to stay through all the tough times and rough times as well as the joyfull and happy times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What more can a woman ask for?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30394424-7101673247522337211?l=joyfulime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyfulime.blogspot.com/feeds/7101673247522337211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30394424&amp;postID=7101673247522337211&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30394424/posts/default/7101673247522337211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30394424/posts/default/7101673247522337211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyfulime.blogspot.com/2007/02/fun-monday-my-treasured-objects.html' title='Fun Monday.. My treasured Objects!'/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10949522573387051569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1RgRGtJRcQk/R7Ih4ymZl9I/AAAAAAAAAJk/dZp7K7pOzj8/S220/reyna2+060.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30394424.post-812009991568699075</id><published>2007-02-13T12:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-13T13:40:28.920-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Some pictures of me as a child...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1RgRGtJRcQk/RdICfc7F9aI/AAAAAAAAADE/DZXMbT8s0ZE/s1600-h/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031086473089512866" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1RgRGtJRcQk/RdICfc7F9aI/AAAAAAAAADE/DZXMbT8s0ZE/s320/5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is one picture of me as a young one.. I am the one all the way to the left.. with the HUGE glasses on my head and my hair up in a messy ponytail. My younger sister Dayna is the littlest one and my cousin Juan is next to me. The guy with the bat is my older brother.. handsome wasnt' he?? and then my cousin maria is the one next to him... man that was along time ago.. that was the house I lived in first.. on Packard street in Michigan. I can tell from the windows being so low to the ground, I had thought that they were the greatest things because i could climb in the window to my bedroom.. which happens to be the window on the left.. and the smaller one is the bathroom.. isn't it wierd that I remember that after all these years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1RgRGtJRcQk/RdIHs87F9bI/AAAAAAAAADM/vQX2DmMcpbw/s1600-h/scan0004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031092202575885746" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1RgRGtJRcQk/RdIHs87F9bI/AAAAAAAAADM/vQX2DmMcpbw/s320/scan0004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Gee my knee look at how cute I was.. i'm the older one on the right and the oldest is my brother.. and that is Dayna.. cutie wasn't she with her very wet diaper.. i remember when mom put her in the water.. her diaper instantly was full.. aww to be young once agian. This pool was leaking water and we were trying to fill it and found the hole.. sadness.. no more pool.. and for a kid that is just devistating. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1RgRGtJRcQk/RdIINs7F9cI/AAAAAAAAADU/4cHi2hZLfrU/s1600-h/scan0005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031092765216601538" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1RgRGtJRcQk/RdIINs7F9cI/AAAAAAAAADU/4cHi2hZLfrU/s320/scan0005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Aww look at me at the zoo with my brother.. this was when my sister was still just a planned little memember of the family waiting to be born.. I actually think this is a very cute pic of me and Jayme. As you can see I had been going through a growth spurt and the dress I loved ever so much wasn't so much long as it should have been.. but I had shorts on underneath. I loved this dress cause it was good for spinning. I used to just like dressed that could spin and flare up, if it didn't, regardless if it was cute or not.. I didn't like it. I was a very picky youngster when it came to clothes, but I didnt' like being restricted in my movements and the dresses that didnt' flare up when you spun always seemed to restrict my play.. and for a child that is a very frustrating thing. How would you like to not be able to play because your clothes wont' allow you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1RgRGtJRcQk/RdIUaM7F9hI/AAAAAAAAAEY/CVe189eG2uQ/s1600-h/scan0013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031106174104499730" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1RgRGtJRcQk/RdIUaM7F9hI/AAAAAAAAAEY/CVe189eG2uQ/s320/scan0013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;See me holding my baby sister KT with Dayna next to me in her pretty (which I thought was a very ugly) dress and my cousin Maria next ot me and Juan and Jayme being good best friends/cousins. This was at my grandma's which at the time, I didn't want the picture taken, cause they were going picture wild that day.. and as you can see I am smiling though its a fake smile.. trust me its fake... I was just glad that I got to hold my baby sister... which now I wish I could have just left her on the door step.. just kidding.. I love my siblings.. all of them.. regardless if they are younger and annoying at times.. they are great fun and I love them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;These pics are me trying to catch up on the Fun mondays.. I need to get my camera working so i can take a picture from the front of my apartment.. actually more like the balcany.. so you have a better view. :D I shall endeavor to do this and to get this up and running. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today was nice.. I woke up to my husband kissing my neck and tell me that he loves me.. what a sweet and wonderful way to wake up. Granted he had to leave almost immeditatly upon me waking up but he was so sweet. He sent me a love e- letter this morning as well and told me that we are going to celebrate Valentines a day early.. which I have no qualms about.. so tonight.. I shall turn off my phone and spend it with my husband.. as he told me that he was confiscating all my electronics so that I have to give my total attention to him and he shall lock his and mine away for the day.. so that we have only eachother to keep entertained. I have such a wonderful husband. I love being married.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031103197692163586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1RgRGtJRcQk/RdIRs87F9gI/AAAAAAAAAD0/CVGDOxzP3aM/s320/17.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This was one of the last pictures of my family before I got married.. before I got engaged and left for good... well at least as far as being single I left... I still see them and love them and they will always be my family... just I won't be single anymore when I see them. Yeah. This was taken from a phone camera.. so its a but blurry.. but i'm the one on the bottom... the one with the glasses and the twins are on the left side of the pic and my sisters on the right.. with my balding older brother in the back looking as he always does.. clueless. Just kidding.. but he does have that kind of a look on his face. oh well. Anyways.. this is a long post.. peace out and have fun with the pics.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;~Joy~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30394424-812009991568699075?l=joyfulime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyfulime.blogspot.com/feeds/812009991568699075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30394424&amp;postID=812009991568699075&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30394424/posts/default/812009991568699075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30394424/posts/default/812009991568699075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyfulime.blogspot.com/2007/02/here-is-one-picture-of-me-as-young-one.html' title='Some pictures of me as a child...'/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10949522573387051569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1RgRGtJRcQk/R7Ih4ymZl9I/AAAAAAAAAJk/dZp7K7pOzj8/S220/reyna2+060.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1RgRGtJRcQk/RdICfc7F9aI/AAAAAAAAADE/DZXMbT8s0ZE/s72-c/5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30394424.post-7925435167379869383</id><published>2007-02-12T11:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-10T09:40:30.228-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Why I love where I live... Fun monday</title><content type='html'>Ok.. my sister has gotten me into doing this Fun monday thing she found people doing on blogger so I decided I may as well join in. This monday is why I love where I live.. so here goes.&lt;br /&gt;I love the fact that we are close enough to everything conveinet and yet not close enough to hear all the noise of traffic. I love the warm weather and the fact that at night I can see the stars as I sit on my balcony as well as all the wonderful birds (aka huge mesitoes) and all the small critters that eat the smaller critters like the geickos.... they are so cute and we have one in our appartment that eat all the wonderful spiders that have been taking resident inside our apartment. I love the fact that the people down here in the south are not hicks and that they are quite helpful and sweet when stranded on the side of the road. I like the fact that the police are fast and effecient. I love when it snows and people freak out over a small dusting of snow (I'm from michigan where we gets TONS of snow as opposed to Texas where they rarely ever get any) and I love seeing them freak out cause its funny to me.. as well as when it rains. It seems that if its wet or white then its something to be concerned about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really like living here though dispite the few things that I would much rather do without.. and one thing I love having a lizard living in my apartment is that I had been bitten once agian by a small brown reculse and well lets just say that I am on antibotics for it and the lizard I saw, ate it! So yeah! That is one less spider to bite me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love living with my husband and to me that is the best part of living in Texas. I love being able to hold his hands as we walk the streets and as we shop or whatever, I like the lakes that they have here and the way that the community is so sweet. Its a rather wonderful place, and though it has some downs, it mostly up and up for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall do the other fun monday's to catch up when I get my camera and start taking pics.. though I shall put my pics of when I was little on here and let you all see those.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Joy~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30394424-7925435167379869383?l=joyfulime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyfulime.blogspot.com/feeds/7925435167379869383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30394424&amp;postID=7925435167379869383&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30394424/posts/default/7925435167379869383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30394424/posts/default/7925435167379869383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyfulime.blogspot.com/2007/02/why-i-love-where-i-live-fun-monday.html' title='Why I love where I live... Fun monday'/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10949522573387051569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1RgRGtJRcQk/R7Ih4ymZl9I/AAAAAAAAAJk/dZp7K7pOzj8/S220/reyna2+060.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30394424.post-3048331932282142019</id><published>2007-02-09T08:28:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-09T08:28:51.708-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Catching Up on some things</title><content type='html'>Wednesday came and went and I learned a great deal about my wisdom teeth. First of all I learned that they hurt really bad when people poke and prod at them, secondly I learned that the gum around them are infected and thus the need for meds. I also learned that they can take them out and that I will have to wait till the 23rd of Feburary before they can take them away from me for good. So, with all them proding and poking at my teeth, they caused it to flare up and hurt more then it did before. I wouldn't complain so much if I  had in fact no work the next couple days, but since I have to go to work and sit at the desk talking on the phone all day, using my mouth and moving my teeth, this isn't a very good idea way of handling it. My teeth hurt worse then before I went to the dentist, though they did give me some antibotics, and a good thing too... cause i'm hoping to be able to wake up one morning without a headache.. do you think it may be some day soon?? We shall see. *smiles* I did get a nice pamarama view of my teeth xrays to keep so that is good. I can see where they are going to take out my teeth and why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved being able to get off of work early and go home and sleep. I think my teeth are making me have headaches and they drain me for most the day. I find that if I want to think at the end of my work day, its niegh unto impossible. Its alright though.. I have only two more weeks of this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to talk to my sister a little yesterday and that is good. I miss my family and I miss my best friend Ruthie. I can't wait to see her in May.. though the way things are looking I am not sure if we will be able to go.. I don't know.. we'll have to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did our taxes already and sent it off.. we were going to get back about $600 but we got a w-4 form in the mail and they messed up the information and so once we corrected that information we are only getting $16 dollars back.. how is that!? I think its cause we are on the bottom of a new bracket of income.. because we made a little over 30,000 together for the year. Which stinks because 16 dollars isn't going to help us much.. though its better then oweing so that is a good thing.. I just don't understand it but I guess its not for me to understand. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I went home and wanted to sleep however, my loving husband wanted me to go with him to get Toby for our Rping night... I was hoping for a nap, but it didnt' happen therefore when the rp started, I started getting drowsy. I lasted till midnight.. barely and I felt bad because he spend so much time preparing for it and I was drowsy. I went to bed almost striagtaway when we finished and I still woke up with a headache behind my right eye. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this morning I got up and found out about our taxes, actually that was more like 2am this morning when Chris finally crawled into bed angrier then a hornet...either way I got up this morning and took some telynol for the headache, antibotics for my tooth and what I think is a brown recluse spider bite on my left thigh(which I hope goes away and I get better from). I am now at work, my mind is in a big fog like state and I am answering the phone scheduling people for doctor appointments and hospital procedures... which I hope I don't mess up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I get to go home from work, take a nap and do another rp night with Toby and Chris.. however I do get to sleep in on Saterday so that is a huge blessing. No more having to get up and go to work. I think I would be better off if my teeth didn't hurt so much and drain me of all energy and thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am in the office with Wade and he is helping me, making sure I don't mess up in this state. I have to teach childrens church these week because kay gave me the stuff, though i can't do it for the month of Feb. because after the 23rd I am going to be so out of it and loopy that they won't want me to do it. oh well. I suppose I can do it for two more weeks and then on that week tell them to find someone else because I won't be up to teaching anyone at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do love the kids and would love to do nothing but teach them, i just know I'll be out and I dont' want to mess up that. Pray for me as I am trying to get my teeth taken care of. I suppose I went on enough about my teeth. I'll tell more things all the interesting little things that happen in my days when my thoughts are not dwelling on the pain. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Joy~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30394424-3048331932282142019?l=joyfulime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyfulime.blogspot.com/feeds/3048331932282142019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30394424&amp;postID=3048331932282142019&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30394424/posts/default/3048331932282142019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30394424/posts/default/3048331932282142019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyfulime.blogspot.com/2007/02/catching-up-on-some-things.html' title='Catching Up on some things'/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10949522573387051569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1RgRGtJRcQk/R7Ih4ymZl9I/AAAAAAAAAJk/dZp7K7pOzj8/S220/reyna2+060.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30394424.post-278259280158487358</id><published>2007-02-05T11:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T12:36:07.745-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Superbowl Sunday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Superbowl Sunday, yes that is what it was yesterday and suprise suprise.. the Colts won! I was pleased to be able to go to the Pastors house and have a party. We had some guys that liked watching the game, alot of girls that was there cause thier husbands where and who went and played card games, Which looked like fun. I however, being the girly girl that I am, sat on the couch and watched the Colts waste the Bears. I was almost certian at first that the Bears were going to win because they scored so fast and I was very happy to see the Colts come back and beat them. It was a good game and what made it very fun, I must admit is that my paster (who is Extremely competitive in EVERYTHING) was routing for the Bears and to see his face as the Colts scored was classic. He argued about alot of the calls and such and it was just all done in a good fun spirit which made it fun to watch. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I must admit that though it was a very very fun and entertianing evening, I fell asleep cuddling with my husband on the couch. I normally wouldn't have fallen alseep but as the world must turn so must my widsom tooth hurt. So I was in pain and getting drowsy and so I just fell asleep. I was in and out.. it wasn't like a solid sleep, which was good cause I caught alot of the game that way, but I was, unfortunatly in pain. I have a dentist appointment this Wednesday to see how he wants to extract that from my mouth, which is a good thing, but I won't be able to have it done till either later on Friday (after 5pm if he does it then) or next friday (the 16th). I want it done on a friday so that I can take off one day and then recuperate over the weekend from the extraction of my wisdom teeth. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I have yet to find out why they are called wisdom teeth, they dont' give you any wisdom and they don't take away any that you have, I just think they should be called The Pain teeth or the Useless teeth.. though i don't think that would go over so well with everyone else. Oh well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Its all good though. I just need to ignore the pain and move on until I can do something about it. I am just so blessed that God gave me insurance and so its not going to be as expensive as it may have been without it. Praise God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Ok.. back to work and more pain killers (hopefully these ones will work).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;~Joy~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30394424-278259280158487358?l=joyfulime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyfulime.blogspot.com/feeds/278259280158487358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30394424&amp;postID=278259280158487358&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30394424/posts/default/278259280158487358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30394424/posts/default/278259280158487358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyfulime.blogspot.com/2007/02/superbowl-sunday.html' title='Superbowl Sunday!'/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10949522573387051569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1RgRGtJRcQk/R7Ih4ymZl9I/AAAAAAAAAJk/dZp7K7pOzj8/S220/reyna2+060.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30394424.post-9102094614284499746</id><published>2007-01-29T11:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-29T12:47:44.688-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happychance... wonderful things with not so wonderful things.</title><content type='html'>If you have ever had your wisdom teeth come in, then you know what I am going through and if not then lets just say that I feel like my mouth is throbbing in pain, which spread up to my temple and is giving me a headache as well as making it hurt to eat and talk... two things I need to do to live. I have had this tooth ache for that last 4 days but thought that maybe it would go away with painkillers and such since its coming in and the pain comes and goes.. but this time the pain is not going away. I am so blessed though that God provided me with great health insurance which includes dental and vision. I am going to set up an appointment today for the dentist so that I can take care of this pain. Its causing my neck to hurt as well... which feels like I turned my head way too fast and pulled a mucles.. which is a possibility. I am just trying to be very careful with that side of my body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday as I was walking into the bedroom from the living room I reached out with my left hand to turn off the light switch, which I did. However as I flipped the switch I felt electric current go through my finger, spread to all my fingers and my hand and down my wrist, it hurt so bad that I couldn't open or close my hand more then it was. There was no burn mark but upon taking off my wedding ring, I saw a blisterstart and the current started to subside. I have never had that happen to me before and I was stunned... so Chris seeing me in pain and wondering what in the world was going on, call his mom (an LVN) and then our Pastors a wife (a RN) and told me to take some painkillers and sleep. There was nothing to do. I took some and knocked myself out and slept really well... well as well as one can sleep with a wisdom tooth growing in. My hand feels so much better today as the electric current is no longer pulsing through my viens. That was an experience that I shall never want to experience agian and don't want that for anyone else either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, yesterday was Sunday and I went to help Kay Stevens in the childrens side of the church and she was a little late because she went home to set up her house for a suprise birthday party for her son's girlfriend (Leah). It was great.. she was glad to be able to go and not worry about the children as I took care of everything. Afterwards, Mandy, Chris and I along with Pasters family and Brandi White and her kids, and Dos went to Culvers and ate lunch. It was great to be able to talk and get things ready for the coming months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Chris went home and it was nice to spend time with him. We read a book together about the 7 churches in Revelation and it was good... but written back in the 30's so the style of the writer was old style and I had to keep that in mind as we read the book. It was alot of fun to do that with Chris.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to outreach and Rebecca (one of the youth) came with us. I was glad to be able to talk to her alittle as we went door to door. There is a young man in our church that is going to start a bible study and we were in his neighborhood so we promoted that as well as the opening of our church! We are having breakout sunday on Easter.. its going to be our first service as a registered church in the state of Texas. I am so excited about that. Anyways we are inviting lots of people to come and to check us out. We talked to one lady that said she was looking for a church and she was very sweet. I hope she comes with her family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After outreach we meet back at the church and discussed what we are going to do for outbreak Sunday. We are going to get a sign and some other things as well as mail out some postcards telling everyone in the area that we are there and what we are about. I am excited watching God work. Who would have ever thought that in just alittle over a year we would go from having 27 people to having around 70, enough to get registered as a church in texas. I am so thankful that we have had many get saved as most people in our church are new christians. The youth that we have are mostly teens that got saved this year and about three that had gotten saved the year before. I am so excited that we are going forward and how much God has blessed us. We are saving up for a Bapitstry and for the breakout weekend as well.. its alot but we are trusting that God will provide for both things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I suppose I should go and take more pain medicine and get rid of my tooth pain... but I can't cause its too soon to the last batch I took.. *sigh* oh well. I am praying that I can get this taken care of soon and not have to keep dealing with the pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Joy~&lt;br /&gt;Psalm 8&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30394424-9102094614284499746?l=joyfulime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyfulime.blogspot.com/feeds/9102094614284499746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30394424&amp;postID=9102094614284499746&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30394424/posts/default/9102094614284499746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30394424/posts/default/9102094614284499746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyfulime.blogspot.com/2007/01/happychance-wonderful-things-with-not.html' title='Happychance... wonderful things with not so wonderful things.'/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10949522573387051569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1RgRGtJRcQk/R7Ih4ymZl9I/AAAAAAAAAJk/dZp7K7pOzj8/S220/reyna2+060.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30394424.post-7177681194777158132</id><published>2007-01-23T22:40:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-24T00:06:33.397-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3qMxz4u9hYw"&gt;Star wars song by Wierd Al &lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=o2LsNfCw3r4"&gt;Wierd Al...funny&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=udMSWpcCGfI"&gt;Wierd Al.. one more minute&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30394424-7177681194777158132?l=joyfulime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyfulime.blogspot.com/feeds/7177681194777158132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30394424&amp;postID=7177681194777158132&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30394424/posts/default/7177681194777158132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30394424/posts/default/7177681194777158132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyfulime.blogspot.com/2007/01/star-wars-song-by-wierd-al-wierd-al.html' title=''/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10949522573387051569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1RgRGtJRcQk/R7Ih4ymZl9I/AAAAAAAAAJk/dZp7K7pOzj8/S220/reyna2+060.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30394424.post-672246541356210744</id><published>2007-01-23T08:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-26T14:32:07.883-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1RgRGtJRcQk/RbY1Z_D62EI/AAAAAAAAACI/tzirL_G49Hs/s1600-h/rollercoastermadness_sample15.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023261154919241794" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1RgRGtJRcQk/RbY1Z_D62EI/AAAAAAAAACI/tzirL_G49Hs/s320/rollercoastermadness_sample15.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; Have you ever had a day where everything seems to go wrong and it really does go wrong, yet it seems so sureal that you feel as though its not really happening to you, but it is? Well I had a day like that yesterday. I would have made a blog about it yesterday but the way things were going I was afraid the computer would explode on me or that my blog would die and I would never be able to retrieve it from the internet highway graveyard. I woke up late to start my day yesterday, and then I threw on some clothes, not looking and had them inside out.. at least my shirt was anyways... rushed to work.. got stuck behind a VERY VERY stupid driver.. when the speed limit says 40... and you do 20 that is a huge indication that you do not know how to drive... but I eventually was able to get around the guy and then he sped up so I couldn't pass him.. oh well.. I got over and was able to make my turn without having him hit me or anything of that sort... I got stuck waiting for a train.. which usually doesn't bother me.. but I had started off on the wrong side of the bed... got to work and sat in my car for my normal 30 minute prayer time... realized I had only 5 minutes before I had to go in to work and gathered my stuff and said a quick prayer. That is when everything else went down hill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized today that not having my morning prayer and not having my devotions early morning really set my emotions on a rollercoaster... and I was going downhill at the moment. I was sitting in the front seat with no seatbelt going down the highest hill on that rollercoaster and as I tried to pull on the brakes it broke in my hands. ok.. not litterally, but that was what it was like.. there was no stoping the day... no backing up and starting over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1RgRGtJRcQk/RbY1r_D62FI/AAAAAAAAACQ/ZexFSIyxmYo/s1600-h/rollercoasterCHILD.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023261464156887122" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1RgRGtJRcQk/RbY1r_D62FI/AAAAAAAAACQ/ZexFSIyxmYo/s320/rollercoasterCHILD.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;((this pic is what happens when you don't have God on the rollercoaster with you))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked into my office and put my stuff down and as I put it down it started... there was a mistake I had done.. I was taken aside and reprimanded, made to call the patient and get things fixed and striaghted around and all this BEFORE I could clock in. After finishing up trying to make the patient see that I had made a mistake and that I needed to fix it and make it right for him, I went and clocked in. I started answering phones and got a few nurses that got upset at me for not knowing what they were talking about when they used a lot of doctor techno words... sure I can schedule the patients, but I can't if I have no idea what to schedule! I forgot to get insurance on a few patients and my co-worker got upset at me.... my office partner at that... and so when I was talking to a patient, I heard her in the back ground grumbling and complaining and hitting her keyboards... later I found out it wasnt cause of me.. it was cause her computer was acting up, however while on the phone and hearing this I thought that for sure she was very upset with me.. and the sad thing is its my mother-in-law. I Love my mom#2 however, she needs to learn to deal with anger a little better.. oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually lunch came.. and then I realized I had no lunch.. I had rushed outta the house so fast that I didn't bring a lunch.. so I went and got something.. which was the highlight of my day at work... then ate and tried to settle down. I never let the patients on the phone know that I was having a bad day but I was! I scheduled a few people and had to call them back to get insurance information becuse I had forgotten to get it the first time. I couldn't do anything on the computer but my job.. the internet was not working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sat there at work trying not to cry as more and more people founds mistakes that I had made and were making because I was upset.. not mad upset but on the verge of tears upset and I HATE crying!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After my mom and Wade left... and I had 30 min alone to answer the phone, it was ok.. but I got a call for a procedure I had never put in the system before and I didn't know that you had to have an injection with it.. so I booked it as it was.. and then called down cause they wanted to have him in stat.. now.. today.. that sorta thing..made sure he could come down and get admited if he did.. everything was alright... then the nurse called me and asked me why I hadn't put the injection on the list of things scheduled?! Oh my word.. I didn't know to book that to.. so I booked it and everything was alright.. but I got reamed from that nurse for a long while about how inept I am and how I need to not take orders and schedule patients if I don't know what I'm doing and she can't see how I have this job when I don't know what i'm doing. Anyways... I hung up with her and then saw it was time to leave so I clocked out.. and it didn't clock me out.. so I had to turn around and do it agian... cause I was called back to work (after beign halfway home) so I came back and clocked out. I went home and as I opened the front door the onterage of tears come pouring down my face.. I went to the bedroom and just layed down on the bed crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023262172826490978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1RgRGtJRcQk/RbY2VPD62GI/AAAAAAAAACY/xg6Qa7wXJ2g/s320/LOOPDELOOP.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have forgotten to tell you.. all day I had a pain in my right side.. near where my overies are and its still hurting today.. I have no idea what it could be.. but when I had told my mom#2 about it she told me that pain was not an excuse to go home early.. i was just wondering what in the world it could be... I even took 4 pain killers and it didn't help.... so i was getting concerned because the pain killers where the same kind that I had when I had my galbladder surgery... very strong.. and if they weren't working that means that something is wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I layed in bed crying, my side hurting and I cried myself to sleep. My husband came home. The house was dark and I was asleep.. dinner was not on my mind and I wasnt' about to get up and make it. He came into the room and woke me up asking about dinner and how long have I been home and since I have been home about an hour why I didn't have dinner going... I started crying agian and then he held me and told me that he loved me and that is when the rollercoaster had hit bottom and had started up the next hill... things where getting better. I cried for a good long time.. about 2 hours and talked with my husband and he made me talk to his mom and everything started to look better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1RgRGtJRcQk/RbY3WPD62II/AAAAAAAAAC0/NqtSEYOdFG0/s1600-h/Italiano-Turkey-Ravioli.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023263289517987970" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1RgRGtJRcQk/RbY3WPD62II/AAAAAAAAAC0/NqtSEYOdFG0/s320/Italiano-Turkey-Ravioli.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I heard and felt a rumble in my stomach and went to get dinner.. though my wonderful husband beat me to the kitchen and made us some dinner and we sat and talked for a long time.. it was a very intimate close time.. and then we played on W.o.W. a little and then fell asleep together. It was good.. being next to my husband and knowing that he cares for me.. we prayed together and then I fell asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning was way better. I woke up a little early and just cuddled next to my husband and then got a few good morning kisses. As I got ready for work we talked, usually he is still sleeping but he got up with me to see me off. It was really sweet of him. I drove to work and got stuck behind a slow moving vehicle but it didnt' bother me today.. and then I sat in my car and prayed .. had my devotions and now I'm ready.. I have God with me today. I can handle the bumps and the small hills that will come my way on this rollercoaster today...I have God in the seat next to me.. how can I fall or fail if He is there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Joy~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30394424-672246541356210744?l=joyfulime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyfulime.blogspot.com/feeds/672246541356210744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30394424&amp;postID=672246541356210744&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30394424/posts/default/672246541356210744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30394424/posts/default/672246541356210744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyfulime.blogspot.com/2007/01/bad-day.html' title='Bad Day!'/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10949522573387051569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1RgRGtJRcQk/R7Ih4ymZl9I/AAAAAAAAAJk/dZp7K7pOzj8/S220/reyna2+060.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1RgRGtJRcQk/RbY1Z_D62EI/AAAAAAAAACI/tzirL_G49Hs/s72-c/rollercoastermadness_sample15.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30394424.post-6300004418784507291</id><published>2007-01-17T12:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-26T14:33:15.745-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,153);font-family:georgia;color:#ffff66;"  &gt;A frozen tundra, an abundnace of freezing rain and penetrating winds with subdegree tempts. That is what it was like this morning as I steped out of my apartment and headed down the three flights of stiars to find my car. I walked on the snow covered ice and took one deep step into some slush, which penetrated into my shoes and soaked my socks and feet with the wet freezing residue of whatever was in that puddle. I found my car and opened the ice covered door and got into the cold car. I turned on the car, and Priase the Lord for a new wonderful car. The windows were completly covered with a thick layer of ice.. so I turned the defrost on and sat in amazment as the defrost actually worked. My other car never worked and so this was a blessing to me. I watched the ice melt away while I had my morning prayer in my car then I started off to work.. slowly making my way out of the apartment parking lot and onto the main road. I drove slow.. about 30-35 mph and got to work safe. I pulled into my work parking lot and made my way over the ice covered walkway at a slow but steady pace, my foot still cold and wet from the morning puddle that had oozed into my shoe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sat at my computer and turned it on, got clocked in and started answering the phone. For some reason alot of people didn't want to keep thier docotors appointments (yeah like who can blame them for not wanting to drive on ice) and so I was on the phone until my co-workers got in about an hour late, but they have further to drive. It was a good morning despite that. I had answered alot of calls and even made a mistake or two, but fixed them and then took lunch. Around lunch time I found out that the weather is going to get worse and my mom #2 (mother-in-law and whom I refer to as mom... but in here I'll refer to as mom#2) well, she has to stay in the area and its either stay in a hospital bed for the night so she can be here in the morning or come to my apartment with my husband and me.. and so that nice blessing of a comfy couch that God gave us is going to get some use tonight. If you don't know that story about the comfy couch and how God blessed us with it.. ask and I'll tell you. But anyways, my mom #2 is going to come over and sleep on that couch and spend time with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get to drive my mom #2 home in my new car and I'm excited about that. She will get to see how it drives on the iced over roads and the slush and hail from the day before. She even said that she will cook dinner for us! Yeah for home cooked dinner. As everyone knows, I cannot cook and when I do cook its the same three or four things every time.. so this is exciting. I am glad that she is coming over.. maybe I will learn a new meal and be able to do something else in my list of 3-4. and make it about 5 things I can make! My husband is going to be so glad if I learn something new to make.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just have to go home and clean and make the place a little more livable since my mom #2 is going to be there.. but that is alright.. while she cooks I can do laundry and get things ready for the morning. I do want to play my WoW game, though I am not sure if I will be able to since I have a guest to entertian. Its now 1:08pm and my foot is still cold and wet though not as cold and just as wet as this morning. When I get home I'm changing socks and putting some nice warm fuzzy ones on and cuddling up in my nice warm winter bumming clothes. I may watch a movie with my mom or just talk and get to know her better. Who knew that I would meet my husband over the internet and that my inlaws would be so wonderful and that my husband is such a great godly man! I could never have prayed for more.. and it is excatly what I had prayed for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I best leave you with a picture that I have of the game me and Chris like to play.. its a computer game.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1RgRGtJRcQk/Ra52kfD62AI/AAAAAAAAABU/PoOWaPdlrmQ/s1600-h/wow.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,153);font-family:georgia;color:#ffff66;"  &gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5021081003749988354" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1RgRGtJRcQk/Ra52kfD62AI/AAAAAAAAABU/PoOWaPdlrmQ/s320/wow.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,153);font-family:georgia;color:#ffff66;"  &gt;This is a picture of a horde side baddy type character one can play.. he is on a mount which means he was (was being the key word) very rich and can now move at a faster rate then everyone else can.. but as you can see the horde city is behind him and there are buildings one can go to and find things to buy or sell at etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,153);font-family:georgia;color:#ffff66;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1RgRGtJRcQk/Ra52-fD62BI/AAAAAAAAABc/hvjgW8GpWKg/s1600-h/36382720_wow3.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,153);font-family:georgia;color:#ffff66;"  &gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5021081450426587154" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 246px" height="287" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1RgRGtJRcQk/Ra52-fD62BI/AAAAAAAAABc/hvjgW8GpWKg/s320/36382720_wow3.JPG" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,153);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,153);font-family:georgia;color:#ffff66;"  &gt;As you can see on the picture to the right, an alliance character is riding his cat mount and once agian that person was rich and probably is no longer rich. But as you can see the day changes as does the days change for us.. and so does the moons. This guy had a full moon to ride into.. almost like the old wild west shows where the cow boy rides away into the setting sun... its very picturestic... you can see the chat on the left bottom and the quick buttons on the bottom.. on the bottom right is his bags that contian all his adventuring needs and things he has picked up along the way. In the right upper corner is his quick mini map and by the looks of things I would say this guy is a druid.. he has four buttons above the purple bar the allows him to transform into a bear/sealion/cat and a jaguar cat. Anyways its a fun game and the graphics are great.. I love playing this with my husband and its something that we do alot of .... besides talking and reading and eating and etc.. its a fun passtime to relax after a long day at work&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,153);font-family:georgia;color:#ffff66;"  &gt;However, I do not think that my characters will find usuage today as they will stay in thier places, forgotten till the marrow. On that I will bid you all adue and a blessed afternoon/evening/night and see ya all in the morning.. or maybe not at all. :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,153);font-family:georgia;" &gt;~Joy~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&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/30394424-6300004418784507291?l=joyfulime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyfulime.blogspot.com/feeds/6300004418784507291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30394424&amp;postID=6300004418784507291&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30394424/posts/default/6300004418784507291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30394424/posts/default/6300004418784507291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyfulime.blogspot.com/2007/01/frozen-tundra-abundnace-of-freezing.html' title=''/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10949522573387051569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1RgRGtJRcQk/R7Ih4ymZl9I/AAAAAAAAAJk/dZp7K7pOzj8/S220/reyna2+060.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1RgRGtJRcQk/Ra52kfD62AI/AAAAAAAAABU/PoOWaPdlrmQ/s72-c/wow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30394424.post-7574653109107521509</id><published>2007-01-15T23:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-16T00:01:56.084-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My new CAR!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1RgRGtJRcQk/Raxm1PD615I/AAAAAAAAAAM/NejDglMOsQ4/s1600-h/Aveo002_Full.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1RgRGtJRcQk/Raxm1PD615I/AAAAAAAAAAM/NejDglMOsQ4/s320/Aveo002_Full.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5020500749373331346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my new car.. the actual car. Its a medium charcol gray color. A chevolet Aveo 2007 4d sedan.. its my first ever new car.. as well as my husbands first ever new car. Also here is a pic of the interior. I took the liberty of getting professional pics off the internet as well(same model and make) so you all can see the inside as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1RgRGtJRcQk/RaxnPPD616I/AAAAAAAAAAU/PvzlzPmEpCA/s1600-h/675672181.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1RgRGtJRcQk/RaxnPPD616I/AAAAAAAAAAU/PvzlzPmEpCA/s320/675672181.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5020501196049930146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The back seats, which you can barely see, have a a stabablizer for a car seat.. so when the future kids arrive, there will be that handy little feature.As well as a car seat anchor which is really kewl. I saw that and was like.. good idea.. very nice. it also has a seatbelt that comes down and hooks into the carseat besides the normal regular seatbelts. Its very nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1RgRGtJRcQk/RaxnpvD617I/AAAAAAAAAAc/pQi94FxeB3E/s1600-h/1393561939.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1RgRGtJRcQk/RaxnpvD617I/AAAAAAAAAAc/pQi94FxeB3E/s320/1393561939.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5020501651316463538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the cup holders that come out when you push on the outside of them.. they come out and go back in so that the front looks smooth, and you have them out only when you need them. I like the adjustable ones like these.. they are good for all size drinks. --------&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1RgRGtJRcQk/RaxopPD618I/AAAAAAAAAAk/zg4DgARgp4E/s1600-h/2040305153.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1RgRGtJRcQk/RaxopPD618I/AAAAAAAAAAk/zg4DgARgp4E/s320/2040305153.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5020502742238156738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok.. so this is what the dashboard looks like. I like it alot. The vents are very nice and they turn  in any direction and the glove box is under the silver strip. Its a nice size box, normal in most cars. The stiring wheel is sooo awesome. It has a feature where you can do cruise control..and then on the left side you can controlt the stereo channels, stations, volume, and can turn it off and on... and change between am/fm.. its really a neat feature. I like the heat, its rather nice too. This car has a sun roof as well, though I will have to take some pics of it, for I didn't find one on the internet.. sadness...oh well for being lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok.. more pics tomarrow.. let me know what you think of my (our) new car!... leave a not, message or comment.. or just throw things at us.. either way is all good. Chris is in the new car at the moment getting us some wonderful things.... aka preordered the WoW expansion and book.. so he is getting that.. at the midnight release.. we are such nerds!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok.. so i'm sick.. really sick.. I may have to go see Dr. Stacy to see if maybe I am pregnat.. this is the third day in a row that i have been sick.. really sick but the thing is this.. would you still have a mentrual cycle if your pregnat..probably not.. so i'm proably just sick.. really sick. oh well. I am going to call my mom in the morning and ask her what to do about it.. since i work with her and I dont' wanna go to work sick...but I don't wanna have any points counted agianst me.. and missing work is one that gives me points agianst me.. oh what to do what to do. I'll sleep on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nighty night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Joy~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30394424-7574653109107521509?l=joyfulime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyfulime.blogspot.com/feeds/7574653109107521509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30394424&amp;postID=7574653109107521509&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30394424/posts/default/7574653109107521509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30394424/posts/default/7574653109107521509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyfulime.blogspot.com/2007/01/my-new-car-this-is-my-new-car.html' title=''/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10949522573387051569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1RgRGtJRcQk/R7Ih4ymZl9I/AAAAAAAAAJk/dZp7K7pOzj8/S220/reyna2+060.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1RgRGtJRcQk/Raxm1PD615I/AAAAAAAAAAM/NejDglMOsQ4/s72-c/Aveo002_Full.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30394424.post-2772274538742289971</id><published>2007-01-15T16:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-15T16:29:37.248-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What in the world</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.news24.com/News24/World/News/0,,2-10-1462_2051037,00.html"&gt;http://www.news24.com/News24/World/News/0,,2-10-1462_2051037,00.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.news24.com/News24/World/News/0,9294,2-10-1462_2050341,00.html"&gt;http://www.news24.com/News24/World/News/0,9294,2-10-1462_2050341,00.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://abclocal.go.com/ktrk/story?section=local&amp;id=4904242"&gt;http://abclocal.go.com/ktrk/story?section=local&amp;amp;id=4904242&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea why in the world people would want to intimidate the hanging of Saddam... let alone why they would show it on tv. Do I agree with the hanging? Well as I am a christian and know the bible, I would have to say yes and no. Yes because he deserved the punishment dealt to him for what he had done, yet at the same time, my soul cries for him, because I know he is not in heaven and I don't know if there was a chance to tell him the gospel. Regardless, as I was surfing the blogs I came across &lt;a href="http://srgtpepper.blogspot.com/"&gt;This blog&lt;/a&gt; and found these three sites about the kids imitating the hanging. How horrific! I am suprised and appaled at it, enough to write a blog about it. I just am shocked at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Joy~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30394424-2772274538742289971?l=joyfulime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyfulime.blogspot.com/feeds/2772274538742289971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30394424&amp;postID=2772274538742289971&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30394424/posts/default/2772274538742289971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30394424/posts/default/2772274538742289971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyfulime.blogspot.com/2007/01/what-in-world.html' title='What in the world'/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10949522573387051569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1RgRGtJRcQk/R7Ih4ymZl9I/AAAAAAAAAJk/dZp7K7pOzj8/S220/reyna2+060.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30394424.post-8236381054798617367</id><published>2007-01-10T15:46:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-10T16:05:36.858-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000066;"&gt;Ok.. so now I am here once agian.. I love RANDOM people leaving me messages.. that means that people are actualy looking at my blog.. wierd that people would look at it.. now the thing is.. are people actually reading it.. or just flipping to this page and moving on.. I know I am boring at times and that is alright.. but who isn't boring. I have some pics i want to upload on here.. but I am at work and can't do anything about that at this moment.. I shall upload them later. Thinking of adding some recent pics of me and my husband (us newlyweds).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok.. so what do I do in my passtimes... well I play on WoW and there is a place you can go to kill some baddies and they will drop a pet.. a dragon whelpling... but they don't do it very often and I have been over in that area for days trying to get one.. and some stupid mean guy came over there and as I was about to attack one.. very obviously attack it.. he got the first shot on it... which means that all things that it may drop where his.. and it droped the whelpling pet i had been looking for.. and i was a little upset and then he rubbed it in my face and i was very upset at that time. I asked him for it since i had been the one that was going after that baddie and he just told me that i was a fool and to keep trying ... he said " your a fool to think I'll give this to you.. you are stupid and you should just keep trying to get one for youself. LOSER!" Needless to say that was very upsetting to me and so i reported him. I mean.. come on .. even if you didn't want to do the right thing and give it to me.. that is fine.. but at least don't rub it in and be all stupid calling me names and such. oh well.. but there is stupid people that play that game.. but for every 1 stupid retarded jerk there are 2 or more good kind people. A friend heard that and she decided to come over and try to help me get one.. and so did a few others.. so that is so sweet of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am catching on to things at work.. though everyday I learn more medical terms and such.. so that is good. I like it alot. My co workers are kind and sweet and very helpful... as well as the people I talk to on the phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am hopeing that this sickness goes away or I may find myself going to the docs to see if I may be pregnat.. though I am sure I'm not.. since i'm on the pill and we use other forms of protection.. not that it would be bad since we are married and it wouldnt be like some others who have kids outta wedlock. Just we are not sure we are wanting a kid at this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am getting my very frist new car this week. I have always had cars that people gave me for free.. and dont' get me wrong i love free cars.. just that these free cars have always broken down on me within the first year and so as with all of them.. this one that i have now is breaking down.. so i am going to get a new one.. me and Chris are going this saterday to get it.. and then i'll take some pics and put it on here to show off my new car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok.. i need to go.. work is demanding my attention.I'll try to remember to come back on and put some pics on here.. depends on if i'm doing better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If your reading this and are not my sister then please leave a little note. i love hearing from new people and if you leave your blogaddy then i'll post it on here too to promote ya... and also it lets me know if people actualy read my blogs!.. that is one reason i dont' blog so much.. i think Day is the only one that reads it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30394424-8236381054798617367?l=joyfulime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyfulime.blogspot.com/feeds/8236381054798617367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30394424&amp;postID=8236381054798617367&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30394424/posts/default/8236381054798617367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30394424/posts/default/8236381054798617367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyfulime.blogspot.com/2007/01/ok_10.html' title=''/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10949522573387051569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1RgRGtJRcQk/R7Ih4ymZl9I/AAAAAAAAAJk/dZp7K7pOzj8/S220/reyna2+060.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30394424.post-8528317841109021054</id><published>2007-01-05T09:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-05T09:25:39.250-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='updates'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;It has been a very long time since I have updated my blog and that is horrible of me. So here I am updating this while I have a few moments of free time at work. Lets see where to start. Christmas was great. I spent it over at my in laws with my husband and it was great. We had Christmas on christmas eve and then on christmas we went to the movies to see The Nativity and The Night at the Museum. Both were really good. I liked the one with Ben stiller in it though Im not a very big fan of his... I don't usually like his style of comedy, but it was clean and it was funny. I liked it. The Nativity was very well done and though there were a few things that were very off biblically... the 3 magi.. bible says magi.. meaning more then 2 but no concrete number... and the fact that they arrived at the birth of christ was wrong... as well as just thinking of going a different way home was wrong.. God told them to go a different way home and they arrived at the HOUSE of the babe Jesus not the stable they had the child in.. but regardless of those things and a little off on the time frame of things.. it was good.. I liked how they portrayed Joseph and how they showed the reactions of the people to mary being pregnat outta wedlock. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;I have been sick on and off for about a month.. which is sad. I am NOT pregnat.. have taken a few tests to make sure... though I do get sick like most everyone else in the world. I am just tired of hearing whenever I am sick that I must be pregnat...just because I am married now doesn't mean that I can not just get sick for sickness sake.. no I MUST be pregnat and have lots of babies and sickness is ONLY caused by morning sickness therefore I cannot be anything other then pregnat (if you cannot see the sarcasm then this is to let you know I am saracstic). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;I have a new job at a hospital working in the medical schedueling section of the hospital. I like the job and it is fun. I am learning alot of things and its helping me to be more aware of being healthy and takening care of myself. I need to lose wieght and become healthy. I am working with my mom in law and its wonderful... she is so patient with me and is constintly telling others that I'm learning fast.. maybe I am.. though at times I feel like i'm swimming upstream and drowning at that. Oh well.. could be worse I guess... Now that I know I can come on here at work.. I think I shall update more often. I don't have anything witty or funny to tell today... sorry I can't think to straight at the moment. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;More later when I can actually think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30394424-8528317841109021054?l=joyfulime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyfulime.blogspot.com/feeds/8528317841109021054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30394424&amp;postID=8528317841109021054&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30394424/posts/default/8528317841109021054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30394424/posts/default/8528317841109021054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyfulime.blogspot.com/2007/01/it-has-been-very-long-time-since-i-have.html' title=''/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10949522573387051569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1RgRGtJRcQk/R7Ih4ymZl9I/AAAAAAAAAJk/dZp7K7pOzj8/S220/reyna2+060.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30394424.post-763205476432020200</id><published>2006-12-14T12:40:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-14T12:46:21.405-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.blinkyou.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://glitter3.blinkyou.com/glittermaker/gallery/12142006/ecxfQKSvfp.gif" alt="image hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blinkyou.com/"&gt;image hosting&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Praise the Lord I may have a job! I am so excited. I had an interview today and it went really well and I am just waiting for them to call be back. If the interviewer didn't have to leave to take someone to the ER I am alomst 100% sure I would have been hired on the spot. BUt we'll see. And I'll keep praying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to put more on here.. just don't know what else to say. I'm just to flustered at the moment and since my sister wanted me to update I decided to do a little something and see what she says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joy~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30394424-763205476432020200?l=joyfulime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyfulime.blogspot.com/feeds/763205476432020200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30394424&amp;postID=763205476432020200&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30394424/posts/default/763205476432020200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30394424/posts/default/763205476432020200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyfulime.blogspot.com/2006/12/myspace-layouts-praise-lord-i-may-have.html' title=''/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10949522573387051569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1RgRGtJRcQk/R7Ih4ymZl9I/AAAAAAAAAJk/dZp7K7pOzj8/S220/reyna2+060.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30394424.post-2025264578088891884</id><published>2006-11-28T19:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-28T19:38:28.573-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2104/3710/1600/bw-daisy.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2104/3710/320/bw-daisy.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well as I was reading over the crucification of Christ I was puzzled. Not in the story itself or what it represented but I noticed something that I hadn't noticed before. Christ said that he thirsted... now people went to get him something to drink but that is what puzzled me. God turns his back on him, and for the first time since forever *literally* he is sepereated from God and all he can say is that he is thirsty?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I sat and thought for a moment and prayed..and then a story came back to me.. the story of the woman at the well. God, Jesus, had asked the woman for a drink and told her that if she were to take from the water he would give her she would never thirst agian. Maybe the reason Christ said that he thirsted wasn't because he was litterally thirsty(though he may have been both) but was instead thirsty for his God, the presense of God to be with him once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was just thinking about that and wanted to share that with whoever reads this.. gives some thoughts to ponder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2104/3710/1600/dog-stuck-in-car.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2104/3710/320/dog-stuck-in-car.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Anways, I'm doing alright. I have a pretty nice shiner on my right eye. I was laying in bed with my husband when I moved the pillow his hand was resting on, and when i moved the pillow i moved his hand which went flying into my eye.. silly me.. he was soo appologetic though he realy didn't do anything. He was alseep! Its not like he hauled off and punched me.. cause if that was the case I would be at the police office filling abusment from him.. no, it was truly an accident. I like to tease him gently about it though. But because of this nice shiner on my face, it had added to my headache and so I have a migrane.. had it for the last two days. I took medicine and everything and it hasn't helped.. but that is alright. I am sure that it will be gone eventually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough of that. I wish people would leave a comment in my blogs.. I would love to see where everyone is from that views my blog.. that would be so kewl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.. Have a blessed day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30394424-2025264578088891884?l=joyfulime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyfulime.blogspot.com/feeds/2025264578088891884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30394424&amp;postID=2025264578088891884&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30394424/posts/default/2025264578088891884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30394424/posts/default/2025264578088891884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyfulime.blogspot.com/2006/11/well-as-i-was-reading-over.html' title=''/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10949522573387051569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1RgRGtJRcQk/R7Ih4ymZl9I/AAAAAAAAAJk/dZp7K7pOzj8/S220/reyna2+060.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30394424.post-116412426575096498</id><published>2006-11-21T09:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-21T09:51:05.783-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4253/3259/1600/fairy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4253/3259/320/fairy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ok.. I have been trying to get a new template that I have to work, but I can't figure out how to get my past posts to show up and I'm just grrr.. with it all at the moment. So I am keeping it as it is for now.. though a change is in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I can not stress how nervous I am about thanksgiving. I am not a cook, and anyone that knows me, knows this. Yet for some bizzare reason, my inlaws decided that we are having Thanksgiving over at my apartment and that I, me, myself, would cook the dinner. I think they really really want bad food and a horrible taste that will linger for years to come. I am the sort of person that even though I follow a recipe completely, it comes out like poo. Well, if poo is what they want, then that is what they will get. I can not cook, though I try and try and try and try, and everyone says how easy it is, but for some genetic reason I suck at cooking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am glad to be able to have my friends and family over though, just hope they dont' all die. I am glad that my father-in-law is going to deep fry a turkey so that when the one I do comes out all hard and bad tasting, we can have at least one turkey that taste good. You are all welcome to join us on Thanksgiving day and have yourself a great big plate of poo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister has been getting onto me to get a post out, and I wanted to a few days ago, but I have been messing with a template and then working and being sick that I haven't posted till now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I want to say Happy Birthday to Dayna, my sister who turns 21 tomarrow. So..&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY DAYNA and I hope you have a very wierd day tomarrow, may the world revolve around you for the 24 hours that is your day and may the Turkey king come and gobble up KT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4253/3259/1600/ss025.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think you need to stop hinting that you have a birthday, because seriously, I don't think you do..I think its all a ploy to get us to send you things and give you gifts. I don't know about her.. being smart and all she should be in school not bugging me about her birthday coming up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, enough of me teasing... I love my sister, she is a great gall and will make some guy a very lucky man. She loves to clean! What more can you ask for, besides the fact that she is funny, and silly, and pretty, and witty, and generous, and sweet, and kind, and a great person that everyone wants but are too scared to ask out. Oh wells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you all have fun.. I shall post pics later.. when i'm not at work and when I have pics to post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Joy~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30394424-116412426575096498?l=joyfulime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyfulime.blogspot.com/feeds/116412426575096498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30394424&amp;postID=116412426575096498&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30394424/posts/default/116412426575096498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30394424/posts/default/116412426575096498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyfulime.blogspot.com/2006/11/ok.html' title=''/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10949522573387051569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1RgRGtJRcQk/R7Ih4ymZl9I/AAAAAAAAAJk/dZp7K7pOzj8/S220/reyna2+060.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30394424.post-116293180735752626</id><published>2006-11-07T14:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T14:36:47.506-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4253/3259/1600/bird-having-a-bad-day.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4253/3259/320/bird-having-a-bad-day.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever felt like you are a bird in the mist of a very bad situation? Well, I do. Both me and my husband are very sick and my mind is racing a mile a minute though I don't feel like I can move a muscle to do much. I decided to try and so here I am typing up my blog. I have had alot of time to think and to pray, what else can you do when your wide awake but too weak to do anything other then sit and lay and occasionally eat or at the best type?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read my sisters blog and for so many years I felt the same way about my dad. You have to understand my dads upbringing to understand my dad. Growing up, as a child I looked up to my dad, thought the world of him, thought he loved me and cared for me. He did, and still does. As I grew older and my idolization of my dad became more set in reality, I noticed a few things. My dad had cheated on my mom, had gone from spending time wth us kids (6 kids) to his friends online, and he drinks and smokes and does marajuana. Regardless of what he does or had done in the past though, I realized something. I have never been close to my dad, and as my sister feels, its like he didnt' even try. Heres the thing though. My dad isn't a christian, he doesn't know God, sure he knows about God, but he doesn't have a personal relationship with him. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4253/3259/1600/beauty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4253/3259/320/beauty.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have had many talks with my dad confronting him, asking him why he didn't want to be close to us.. and I realized that it wasn't that he didn't want to be close, he just didn't know how. I think that over the years, with as much as I advoided him, there wasnt' any oportunity for him to draw close to me and me close to him. I was the one that was hindering that relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my dad, I love him so much that I hurt inside to see him suffer. Sure, he is looking for acceptance, and when you have 6 kids that don't want to spend time with you, what do you do? you find friends that will accept you, be it in person or online. My dad chose the online part, because its easier and safer and he doesnt' have to hurt so much. I see it now. My dad hurts inside because he cant' have a relationship with us kids because we have hardened our hearts agianst him. I think that when it comes down to it,we can only have the relationship we want with our dad, based on the effort we (kids) put forth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister commentented that she wants to be close to my dad, but not once has she mentioned what she was doing to change the situation. I know its going to take years to get the relationship back with my dad as it should, because we have years to overcome of us not being close, years of hurt and years of frustration. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4253/3259/1600/Image6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4253/3259/320/Image6.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I am sure tht my sister wants things to happen now, she is the kind of person that though, seems patient, isn't so much. I can only hope that she reads this and then prays. Only God, our true father in heaven can help heal these relationships. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a happier note, I got my cd that I have been searching forever and a day to find.. the broadway musical "Wicked". Oh its soo funny and its great. I love it alot. I think its an interesting twist to the classical old movive "The wizard of Oz". Its about the wicked witch and how she wasn't so wicked, as much as having her loved spurned cause she was green. She was misunderstood, and for that reason and a few others, she was thought of as being wicked. I find it funny and sad at the same time. You really should read the book that came out about it, and then get the musical. Its great! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok.. my hands are hurting and I am going to go to bed and sleep. I hope that everyone is doing alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave a message if you like.. or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Joy~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30394424-116293180735752626?l=joyfulime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyfulime.blogspot.com/feeds/116293180735752626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30394424&amp;postID=116293180735752626&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30394424/posts/default/116293180735752626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30394424/posts/default/116293180735752626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyfulime.blogspot.com/2006/11/have-you-ever-felt-like-you-are-bird.html' title=''/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10949522573387051569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1RgRGtJRcQk/R7Ih4ymZl9I/AAAAAAAAAJk/dZp7K7pOzj8/S220/reyna2+060.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30394424.post-116128391755354857</id><published>2006-10-19T10:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T12:51:57.956-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;embed SRC="http://media.funlol.com/content/dork-looking-to-date.wmv" WIDTH="400" HEIGHT="320" AUTOPLAY="true" &gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;BR&gt;For more &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.funlol.com"&gt;funny videos&lt;/a&gt;, visit &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.funlol.com"&gt;FunLOL.com!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This video is so not me.. but its so funny. I had to put this here to show that even if you think you are a dork you are not like this guy. Trust me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always wondered who would acutally do a video dating thing and now I know. I hope you enjoy. Have a great day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Joy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30394424-116128391755354857?l=joyfulime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyfulime.blogspot.com/feeds/116128391755354857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30394424&amp;postID=116128391755354857&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30394424/posts/default/116128391755354857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30394424/posts/default/116128391755354857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyfulime.blogspot.com/2006/10/for-more-funny-videos-visit-funlol.html' title=''/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10949522573387051569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1RgRGtJRcQk/R7Ih4ymZl9I/AAAAAAAAAJk/dZp7K7pOzj8/S220/reyna2+060.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30394424.post-116068568205964121</id><published>2006-10-12T13:39:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T14:41:22.126-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4253/3259/1600/time-to-row-fast.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4253/3259/320/time-to-row-fast.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever have one of these days?? well I must say that I have.. things just seem to be going right.. beautiful day, wonderful pace and yet. underneath lurks trouble. Today I stayed home from work. My foot is fractured and so fun for me. I guess it would be a wonderful thing if I didn't have to pay bills.. i mean heck.. I would never go to work if I didn't have to pay bills. Its so beautiful outside and its nice and cooling down... yet I found out that my parents in the north are freezing cause its snowing. I dont miss that,the freezing, but I do miss the snow. I know its only October but here in blandland texas I find that nothing is different.. just i have a fractured foot now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4253/3259/1600/good%20catch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4253/3259/320/good%20catch.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that when things seem daunting and the prey seems too big, just remember that perseverance and endurance wins the day. As in this picture, sometimes we just need to go for it and see what happens.. we may be able to catch that big one. I am swimming in the pool of resumes and applications for jobs, I need a better paying job and I need it yesterday. I have a job, and dont' get me wrong its a fun laid back job, but the pay isnt really good and with me being poteintally pregnant (going to docs soon) I may need the added income. I have a praise though. Chris got a Raise! So  that is good, but its still not enough to provide us with a house and with money for bills that will incur with having children. I love kids and I can't wait to have them, i just want to be able to provide for them and not let then be raised in a tight fisted money family. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So like this bird, I feel that I can overcome this, and I can get that great job that pays enough a year and where I can find a house to live in. I am excited.. I am gong to go find houses and see them and see if I can't buy one, at least one of these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4253/3259/1600/how-did-that-happen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4253/3259/320/how-did-that-happen.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some things need an explanation but none comes. I would love to know how I fractured my foot.. i just know it hurts and that I lay in pain at times.. and when i walk.. oofta.. I can't walk right.. but at least i dont' feel all hung up about it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways I guess I have too spratic of thoughts running though my head at this moment that I won't be able to type correctly let alone make sense in my sentences. Have a great day.. and please leave a comment or two or just igrnore everything and pass by as if I didnt exist!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JOYNESS... ME!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4253/3259/1600/inspired_06.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4253/3259/320/inspired_06.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4253/3259/1600/sotp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4253/3259/320/sotp.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30394424-116068568205964121?l=joyfulime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyfulime.blogspot.com/feeds/116068568205964121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30394424&amp;postID=116068568205964121&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30394424/posts/default/116068568205964121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30394424/posts/default/116068568205964121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyfulime.blogspot.com/2006/10/ever-have-one-of-these-days-well-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10949522573387051569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1RgRGtJRcQk/R7Ih4ymZl9I/AAAAAAAAAJk/dZp7K7pOzj8/S220/reyna2+060.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30394424.post-115799521642062276</id><published>2006-09-11T07:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-09-12T08:20:29.773-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well I guess its about time that I made another post. Ok so I have been really busy with my new job and with my new husband. There is so much to tell and I have no idea where to start. Um. Well I went home for a week with my best friend Ruthanna, who came to Texas for the summer and needed to be driven back home to Wisconsin. I was able to spend a day with my brother in Illinois and that was so much fun. I wish I could have stayed longer and have more time to just talk and discuss things with him, because I miss that. I used to go to his room when we were younger, and stay up till about 2 am just talking about God and sports and lots of other things. I loved it! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enjoyed hanging out with my siblings and having a blast with them. I think me and Ruthie stretched the way that the twins think and that is good... they need to know why they believe as they do and to know the facts and not just opionions of others. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't think that the week I was gone would be such that I would miss my husband much, but boy I sure did. I missed him so much and I don't think I like being away from him for too long. I loved the vacation and trip, but I missed him so much. It was hard to sleep sometimes because I would reach for him in my sleep and he wouldn't be there and so I would wake up, and have to try to get back to sleep... which usually didn't happen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am glad that he missed me as much as I missed him. He spend his week asking everyone if he could help them with stuff so that he would be busy and then he stayed out late everynight so that when he got home he could fall asleep without me. It was rather sweet to hear that he missed me as much as I missed him. Though I wouldnt' trade the trip for anything. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got new dishes yesterday.. ok so fine its the first set of dishes and we really needed it. They are black and red and really kewl. I want to get another set just like it so we have 8 of everything. I am excited and glad because they are really sturdy and are excatly what I have been wanting for the longest time. I also got some china (12 set) and so that is really neat. My mom-in-law gave it to me as our wedding gift (since she has like 5 sets and wanted to give them as a present) I am not going to complain. I got to pick which set I wanted and I got the brown and white ones and they are realy fancy looking. I am not going to be like most people and never use them.. they are going to get as much use out of them as I use everything else in the house. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm at work so I best get back to work and finish this at home.. after having dinner with some friends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner was great! We had home made Tacos and I was given a tour of the new house they just moved into and talked with Kay. It was alot of fun. Sleep is calling my name and my pillow is very inviting.. I'll try to make a new post tomarrow.. no promises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30394424-115799521642062276?l=joyfulime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyfulime.blogspot.com/feeds/115799521642062276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30394424&amp;postID=115799521642062276&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30394424/posts/default/115799521642062276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30394424/posts/default/115799521642062276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyfulime.blogspot.com/2006/09/well-i-guess-its-about-time-that-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10949522573387051569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1RgRGtJRcQk/R7Ih4ymZl9I/AAAAAAAAAJk/dZp7K7pOzj8/S220/reyna2+060.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30394424.post-115392754818648394</id><published>2006-07-26T09:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T09:56:55.506-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I was pleasently suprised to find that we have another guest living with us in the apartment. I was not expecting it nor was the guest invited by me. I am a newly wed and so you can just imagine what a guest in a one bedroom apartment could mean to me. Its not like I'm agianst having guests at all, cause well I like having people come over and hang out, but All night long? However, even though I'm a newly wed and my husband woke me up last night to be intimate (which was wonderful.. I love being intimate), this guest was quiet and relatively unthought of at all. It was actually at this part of the night that I found out that we had a guest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the bath room, and let me tell you, we have two doors connected to the bathroom and so I never lock them, cause you never know which one you are going to use next. Anyways, so there I was.. sitting on the toilet doing my business when I saw the guest. Our guest just stared at me... beady eyes and all. It was small, no bigger than my index finger and yet it was watching me... watch it. I looked and saw that what I wasn't sure of but thought may be a lizard of some kind. I called Chris to come fast to see what I had found and he confirmed it. It was a lizard of some kind. A Gieko to be in fact. A small pink striped gieko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;                                &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 248px; HEIGHT: 206px" height="597" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v735/Joyfullyme2/gecko_by_nicobou.jpg" width="791" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea how we recieved such an honored guest, but atlas we did... this morning it wasn't there, but i kinda figured it wouldn't be. I was tempted to catch it and keep it as a pet, however, they eat bugs and so I will let it roam freely and eat all the bugs it can find. I am just glad that we have something that isn't a snake. I am thinking that someone has a grown gieko and it had babies and they got loose cause its a rather small one and rather cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways I am sure that I have more to say, just that I am a little busy with well.. thinking of more to say. I'll edit this later and fix it all up to be all nice and pretty.. but i need to get some time off.. so i can figure out how to make a great and wonderful template for my blog.. i am sooo not creative. Oh well. i am sure that I can figure it out ( with alot of help from others)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace out for now... till laters,&lt;br /&gt;Joy Allen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30394424-115392754818648394?l=joyfulime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyfulime.blogspot.com/feeds/115392754818648394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30394424&amp;postID=115392754818648394&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30394424/posts/default/115392754818648394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30394424/posts/default/115392754818648394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyfulime.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-was-pleasently-suprised-to-find-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10949522573387051569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1RgRGtJRcQk/R7Ih4ymZl9I/AAAAAAAAAJk/dZp7K7pOzj8/S220/reyna2+060.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30394424.post-115385282544584791</id><published>2006-07-25T12:29:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-07-25T12:40:25.456-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well I have finnaly got tekno. I put site meter on my blog and I'm excited. Someone from Nashville Tennesee has visited my site. I like to see if I could get someone from all 50 states.. that would be kewl. ANyways... enough of that sillyness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been thrown from a bike or a horse or something you are riding? Well, my rollercoaster hasn't thrown me... but the bumps are very dangerous! Oh I'm still going up.. up.. up.. so its not like I have hit any real bumps.. no this comes in the form of my dear lovable husband. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love him dearly and he doesnt' upset me (often) and so its  not like he is trying to be wierd and difficult.. but at times.. he is. I love my sleep.. let me get that out right now... I love sleeping. And when i don't get sleep I'm not to enthused about the day. So, at night, after I have crawled into bed and am fast asleep I will wake up (not always) to find that my husband sleeping next to me is laughing as loud as he can (which is pretty loud) and talking to his best friend (who isn't really on the phone cause well the phone isn't really there) and I find it rather funny that he does this... at the same time.. my sleep is interupted and so I am tired the next morning and he wonders why.... seeing how I go to bed before him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well its cause at 3 am I was awakened by my husband pretending to be is character on WoW or laughing, or talking to his friend... or better yet.. being thrown to the ground in a wrestling move he put on me.. so that I am no longer even ON the bed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may sound like i'm complaining, but I'm not.. not realy. I enjoy laughing at him the next morning and telling him all the funny things he does. But at times its well worth it. He sometimes cuddles close to me and holds me and tells me in his sleep that he loves me and that I'm a good wife. And he tells me all sorts of wonderful sappy things that makes my heart do a flip flop and I get that tingle that most people get when they are in love. I Love it! I can't get enough of his sweet talking to me when he is sleeping.. so even if I have to put up with is farting and talking and laughing and roleplaying while sleeping.. then by all means.. I'll take as long as he keeps telling me how beautiful I am, and how he loves me so tenderly and with his whole heart. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to post pictures however, I am at work.. so i'll get on later and update this post.. so stay tuned.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace out my friends.. family... and strangers (who I hope to be friends with)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joy Allen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30394424-115385282544584791?l=joyfulime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyfulime.blogspot.com/feeds/115385282544584791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30394424&amp;postID=115385282544584791&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30394424/posts/default/115385282544584791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30394424/posts/default/115385282544584791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyfulime.blogspot.com/2006/07/well-i-have-finnaly-got-tekno.html' title=''/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10949522573387051569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1RgRGtJRcQk/R7Ih4ymZl9I/AAAAAAAAAJk/dZp7K7pOzj8/S220/reyna2+060.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30394424.post-115340084270498132</id><published>2006-07-20T06:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T07:07:22.713-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am so blessed to have such a wonderful loving and tender husband. We have been praying together as we get up in the morning, before we both go our seperate ways, and then agian before one or both of us goes to sleep. Its a wonderful time to be with God and to be together. I am constintly amazed at all that God is doing in our lives. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know how when you get all excited about a ride or a game or something and then you find out it is going to cost you some money, money you do not have, yet you really want to go on that ride,or play that game or whatever it is and a friend comes along and lends you the money. Well God has been providing for us. Our God is great and good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was on my way to work and about 6 blocks away (3 turns) and low and behold.. i hear a very loud squilling noise coming from my car and then a poof of smoke come from under the hood... the car still ran so I prayed that it would at least get me to work... and it did. I called my hero (my husband) who came to pick me up from work that afternoon and we found out that the powersteering belt was completly gone and the air coniditioner compressor (which is hooked up to the powersteering belt somehow) was the cause of its demise. These past two weeks we have it in the shop and they are trying to find the part as inexpensive as they can.. but if not then it will cost us 600 dollars.. which is almost as much as our rent! But this has been a blessing in disguise, for we have been saving on gas and we get to spend the mornings on the drive to work together and get ready together in the morning. I am spending more time with my husband and its wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God has given me a temparary job and I even got a call back from a company that I put my resume in.. so I am going to check that out. God is providing for us. When we first got married we could barely make the bills that we had already and then to add more (rent, electric, water,etc..) we didn't know if we could make it.. but God is wonderful and we have been able to make them all every month and we even get extra! which we are gong to use to get me a better car!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Sunday I had a heat stroke and fainted in our appartment. Chris was so worried about me. He cooled me off by getting a wet washcloth and just kept rubbing it on me.. and he made me drink alot of water and he stayed by my side until i was better. This is just amazing to me cause Chris is very active and can't usually sit still for longer then 5 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what is worth the frustration? Marriage. Oh its not all about frustration, but sometimes my husband can frustrate me beyond belief.. but its worth it when he cuddles next to me and tells me that I'm beautiful and that he loves me and that I'm special to him. I love when he does that, when he wraps his arms around me and just holds me cause he wants to be close to me. I'm always and wonderously amazed that he still loves me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I best go.. I'm actually at work and should be working, so I need to go get more work so I can have more to do.. hehe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May God bless you as you seek His face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Joy(ness)~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30394424-115340084270498132?l=joyfulime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyfulime.blogspot.com/feeds/115340084270498132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30394424&amp;postID=115340084270498132&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30394424/posts/default/115340084270498132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30394424/posts/default/115340084270498132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyfulime.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-am-so-blessed-to-have-such-wonderful.html' title=''/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10949522573387051569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1RgRGtJRcQk/R7Ih4ymZl9I/AAAAAAAAAJk/dZp7K7pOzj8/S220/reyna2+060.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30394424.post-115171842285624273</id><published>2006-06-30T19:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T08:12:25.770-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My first look of the rollercoaster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first look of the rollercoaster called Marriage came very fast and I only caught a glimpse before I knew that it was something that I would want to ride. Many people know eachother for a long period of time (like years) before they finally decided to get married.. and not just know eachother but to be dating and heading in that general direction, well my rollercoaster ride was different. I met Chris on the internet... oohh and awww and say "oh my goodness" cause that is what most people do. Trust me it wasn't like I was meeting some freak or some ax murderer or a rape artist... or anything.. I met him in a chat room and we started to be "friends". I have never been one for talking on the phone for hours and hours at a time and yet I couldn't seem to put the phone down and stop talking to him. Now many ask.. what can you possibly talk about from sun up to sundown.. well... everything.  I learned who he was and what he was about and he learned about me and what i am about. I learned alot about his family, background, what he likes, dislikes, what his intrests are... and I learned more about him in 6 months than most girls/guys learn about the other in 4 years. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew a dating couple that had been dating for about 3 years and I knew more about this man i was talking to then she knew her boyfriend... whom she saw every day. I am not saying that is bad to not know but its just that I felt very confeident in the fact that I knew him and he knew me and so when he proposed to me, of course i had to say yes. That is when I actually started getting close to bording the ride. Oh i will have to tell you many things about what happened to lead up to it.. but in time. For now.. this ride is a little new and I have wonderful sensations flowing through me. I'll bid you adue for now and be back to add more later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace out my friends (family and acquantince and strangers)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30394424-115171842285624273?l=joyfulime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyfulime.blogspot.com/feeds/115171842285624273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30394424&amp;postID=115171842285624273&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30394424/posts/default/115171842285624273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30394424/posts/default/115171842285624273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyfulime.blogspot.com/2006/06/my-first-look-of-rollercoaster.html' title=''/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10949522573387051569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1RgRGtJRcQk/R7Ih4ymZl9I/AAAAAAAAAJk/dZp7K7pOzj8/S220/reyna2+060.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30394424.post-115151161093761669</id><published>2006-06-28T09:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T07:14:14.623-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,255,255); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;My Rollercoaster life... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,51);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v735/Joyfullyme2/Wedding/05_0all161_018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;When you get in line for a roller coaster you wait around and talk and get ready for the ride that excites you.Its not about the ride itself but the people that are with you. The ride is over fast about 60 seconds at the longest and about 20 at the fastest and yet its the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,51);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffffff;"&gt; waiting and the journey of the ride you take with others. My life is like a roller coaster ride. Every time you get on a new ride it takes you only so far but its the journy of the ride that makes people enjoy it. Its like life.. we are only here for so long and then its over.. and we spend eternity in heaven... so it doesn't matter what we do as long as we do it for God cause it only matters if we are storing things up in heaven.. not on earth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,51);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v735/Joyfullyme2/Wedding/03b_DSC01200.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recently got on another rollercoaster, the rollercoaster called marriage. I loved being in line and knowing that I was going to get on. Yet whilst staying in line I knew that I was the only one getting on among my friends and family. It was nice to be with them as I stood in line... and now that I'm on the ride I love it. I got on and straped in.. and now the ride has started.. its in the first stages.. the new and wonderful stages of anticipation. You know when you are sitting in the ride and it starts to go up the long trek that starts to cling and clank and make noise and you know that you are getting to the top and just waiting for the first hill to be reached and over you go.. starting your fast journey.. Well I am glad to say that i'm in that part of the ride. Going up.... its fun and exciting... and new and adventuresome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v735/Joyfullyme2/Wedding/05_0all161_017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I wake up every morning next to the man I love and who loves me and I know that God is with us and blessing us. I love watching him sleep and cooking him breakfast and getting him ready for work. its amazing how much he loves me and how much God is blessing us. I'll give more on my rollercoaster ride.. and more pics too. Must run for now. My Husband is going to be coming home for lunch.. and I need to have it ready for him. 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