<?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-32633896</id><updated>2012-02-16T09:01:51.926-06:00</updated><title type='text'>"Just Leah" - I'm Back</title><subtitle type='html'>rantings about everything under and over the sun</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsgibs.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32633896/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsgibs.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10875736885702516796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8146/3569/1600/P1000147.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>90</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32633896.post-3668489740552680547</id><published>2007-12-23T19:20:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-23T19:20:01.660-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Blue Collar Comedy Tour - The Night Before Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/EDqu7kNX5zI' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/EDqu7kNX5zI'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is too funny!  Merry Christmas all!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32633896-3668489740552680547?l=mrsgibs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsgibs.blogspot.com/feeds/3668489740552680547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32633896&amp;postID=3668489740552680547&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32633896/posts/default/3668489740552680547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32633896/posts/default/3668489740552680547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsgibs.blogspot.com/2007/12/blue-collar-comedy-tour-night-before.html' title='Blue Collar Comedy Tour - The Night Before Christmas'/><author><name>Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10875736885702516796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8146/3569/1600/P1000147.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32633896.post-5518945213805269868</id><published>2007-11-28T14:01:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T14:01:54.601-06:00</updated><title type='text'>kelly taylor stand up comedian-300</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/kll--iRDprg' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/kll--iRDprg'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32633896-5518945213805269868?l=mrsgibs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsgibs.blogspot.com/feeds/5518945213805269868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32633896&amp;postID=5518945213805269868&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32633896/posts/default/5518945213805269868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32633896/posts/default/5518945213805269868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsgibs.blogspot.com/2007/11/kelly-taylor-stand-up-comedian-300.html' title='kelly taylor stand up comedian-300'/><author><name>Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10875736885702516796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8146/3569/1600/P1000147.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32633896.post-4126442379653498925</id><published>2007-10-10T21:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T21:27:22.125-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Prayer Request</title><content type='html'>To save sending a ton of facebook messages I shall blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finally found out that Jonny does not have West Nile.  Normally this would be a good thing.  However, he is still sick and still off work.  Also, he has been having these killer headaches that will actually be so painful he will throw up.  Because of this his doctor is sending him to a neurologist so that we can find out what is going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please pray for Jonny.  The Bible says where two or more are gathered in God's name he is there.  I believe the same is true in prayer.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. I'm sad today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32633896-4126442379653498925?l=mrsgibs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsgibs.blogspot.com/feeds/4126442379653498925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32633896&amp;postID=4126442379653498925&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32633896/posts/default/4126442379653498925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32633896/posts/default/4126442379653498925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsgibs.blogspot.com/2007/10/prayer-request.html' title='Prayer Request'/><author><name>Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10875736885702516796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8146/3569/1600/P1000147.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32633896.post-4325689126321488419</id><published>2007-09-25T12:04:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T12:24:41.760-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Storm</title><content type='html'>Two blogs in one month - almost unheard of it seems.  But as I sit here while Emerie and Jonny are both getting some much needed sleep I can't think about how fortunate we are.  It's no secret we're going through a bit of a rough patch right now - which has made me have a lot of heart to heart conversations with God lately.  Reading my Bible today I came across a letter written by Gigi Graham Tchividjian (Billy Graham's daughter), who by the way I saw her son on tv today and he talked quite a bit about his family.  A coincidence I happen upon this note?  I think not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I lay on the soft white sand while the children played happily in the surf nearby.  Suddenly a shadow fell across my face.  I looked up just in time to see the sun disappearing behind a big thunderhead.  I turned my gaze to the ocean, which only moments before had been a bright mirror reflecting the blue sky.  Now the whitecaps danced restlessly, and the gray waves angrily pounded the shore.  Before I could collect the children and run for shelter, the heavens opened and the rain poured down.  I was amazed how quickly the storm had gathered.&lt;br /&gt;  As we huddled in the shelter, my mind wandered back to anther storm.&lt;br /&gt;  Jesus had had a busy day.  Helping, healing, and teaching, he was surrounded constantly by people.  Now it was evening.  As Jesus gazed out over the peaceful blue of the Lake Galilee, he said to his disciples, "Let us go over to the other side" (Mark 4:35).  The set out in a small boat and soon Jesus fell asleep.&lt;br /&gt;  While he was resting, a powerful storm arose.  The waves beat against the sides of the ship, filling it with water.  The disciples were afraid and cried out to him, saying, "Teacher, don't you care if we drown?"  Jesus got up and looke dotu over the sea.  He saw the waves and felt the wind and said, "Quiet, be still!"  And all was calm again.  Then he turned to his disciples, "Why do you have so little faith?"  (Mark 4:35-41), author's paraphrase).&lt;br /&gt;  Storms arise in our lives, too.  A telephone call brings sudden jolting news.  A letter brings disappointment.  A child has an accident.  A small pain develops into a serious illness.  Death...divorce...financial reverses.  Or maybe the source of distress is jus the everyday pressures and tensions that build and bulid unti the thunderhead erupts into a storm.&lt;br /&gt;  I, too, have ahd my share of storms.  Some have been brief afternoon showers.  Others have been caused by tensions that have burst upon my life suddenly, hitting had and leaving in their wake damage and debris.  Like the disciples I have been afraid and have cried out, "Lord, don't you care?"  And later, when all is calm agian, I hear him say, "Gigi, why do you have so little faith?"&lt;br /&gt;  He has never promised a life free from stomrs, but he has romised to be with us in the midst of them and to bring us safely to the other side if we believe in him and rely on him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, It's Leah again.  Isn't that a great little letter?  A week ago I was definatley asking God why he wasn't looking out for us.  No sooner had I asked God that question we then started to receive God and his blessings.  I see now that we never really were in any real danger and that we were in God's care and God's plan the entire time.  Praise God for all of you who God has used to help pull us through all of this.  We do see a light at the end of this seemingly endless tunnel that we've found ourselves in.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32633896-4325689126321488419?l=mrsgibs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsgibs.blogspot.com/feeds/4325689126321488419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32633896&amp;postID=4325689126321488419&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32633896/posts/default/4325689126321488419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32633896/posts/default/4325689126321488419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsgibs.blogspot.com/2007/09/storm.html' title='The Storm'/><author><name>Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10875736885702516796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8146/3569/1600/P1000147.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32633896.post-4397776395179722897</id><published>2007-09-15T10:32:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-09-15T10:48:18.049-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Up-diddly-date</title><content type='html'>Well at the request of my adoring fans I am updating my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems like so much is new but the only thing that is on my mind these days is Jonny.  A loving sentiment?  Maybe.  But really it is (as most of you know) because he has been so sick lately.  We appreciate everyone's concern and prayers.  He really is feeling better.  It started about two weeks ago he was sent home from work.  We've been in and out of the doctor's since then.  He's been tested for west nile and mono.  One doctor even asked if he had been out of the country and caught malaria somehow.  They've ruled out mono and malaria (obviously) but we are still waiting for the west nile test to come back.  I guess to make a long story short Jonny's still off work (by doctor's orders).  Hopefull this clears up soon, work needs him and we need him working ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on to more exciting things.  Last night was the Beyonce concert.  Soooo good.  Beyonce doesn't exactly make my top ten list as far as music goes but we went with a group and we sat sooooo close and she really is a great performer.  I was excited because Sean Kingston was opening for her and I really like "Me Love".  What a disapointment he was - I don't think he sang a single note on key.  I have the say the part of the evening that was most humerous to me was because we were so close and off to the side we could see all the goings on back stage.  At one point about 3 or 4 of the roadies were doing all the dance moves as the dancers on stage at the same time as them.  Very funny for me to witness this, but very distracting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today there is a dance in Melfort (this is just for Shannon and Kristy's benefit).  I really wish I could be there ladies - but alas I must stay and look after my hubby.  After all, as you say, I am whipped.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32633896-4397776395179722897?l=mrsgibs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsgibs.blogspot.com/feeds/4397776395179722897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32633896&amp;postID=4397776395179722897&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32633896/posts/default/4397776395179722897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32633896/posts/default/4397776395179722897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsgibs.blogspot.com/2007/09/up-diddly-date.html' title='Up-diddly-date'/><author><name>Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10875736885702516796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8146/3569/1600/P1000147.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32633896.post-9184239109273556807</id><published>2007-08-02T12:32:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T14:03:15.832-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer...so far.</title><content type='html'>FUDGE!!!!! I just finshed this blog and then my stinkin computer froze and I lost it all. Hmmm - serves me right for not saving. People - save your blogs periodically before posting! ARGH!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay - enough venting - happy thoughts - happy thoughts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So on to summer things. This summer seems to have been stupidly busy. I have been working an insane amount of hours. Like some 87 hours a pay period - so much for part time. Oh well - it turns out I really like money - or spending it rather - so this works out good for me.&lt;br /&gt;I have had a little bit of time for some fun so let me tell you about that instead of boring you with details about my fabulous job. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_b63YC7vFQYk/RrIz0CzkyuI/AAAAAAAAAM0/Ch7h1E4d5M4/s1600-h/Picture+021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_b63YC7vFQYk/RrIz0CzkyuI/AAAAAAAAAM0/Ch7h1E4d5M4/s320/Picture+021.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094191097708858082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, in July my dad got married - I supposed that is blog worthy, wouldn't ya think?  So I now have a new step mother, Joanne, two step sisters, Amber and Jenna, and two step brothers, Justin and Cody.&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_b63YC7vFQYk/RrIz0SzkyvI/AAAAAAAAAM8/Iq0NhsJk3q0/s1600-h/Picture+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_b63YC7vFQYk/RrIz0SzkyvI/AAAAAAAAAM8/Iq0NhsJk3q0/s320/Picture+010.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094191102003825394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It really was the place that they got married that impressed me the most.  This place is set up like the wild west.  It was so cool.  This must be Saskatoon's best kept secret.&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_b63YC7vFQYk/RrIz1CzkywI/AAAAAAAAANE/TueuP7UesDg/s1600-h/Picture+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_b63YC7vFQYk/RrIz1CzkywI/AAAAAAAAANE/TueuP7UesDg/s320/Picture+012.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094191114888727298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You can actually rent one of the houses and stay for the night.  It's like having a sleepover in boomtown.  Crazy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_b63YC7vFQYk/RrIz1SzkyxI/AAAAAAAAANM/RHRw-oFBpvU/s1600-h/Picture+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_b63YC7vFQYk/RrIz1SzkyxI/AAAAAAAAANM/RHRw-oFBpvU/s320/Picture+013.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094191119183694610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are goats.  I dared not get any closer than this.  There was a sign on the bridge "Goat Drop Pass".  This too me said "Don't come any closer unless you would like to be pooped on".  Nuff said.&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_b63YC7vFQYk/RrIz2CzkyyI/AAAAAAAAANU/ym4rIqDT7H8/s1600-h/Picture+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_b63YC7vFQYk/RrIz2CzkyyI/AAAAAAAAANU/ym4rIqDT7H8/s320/Picture+014.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094191132068596514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ah yes, Satanic chickens.  I tried to touch one and it growled at me in it's very chickenish way, I swear it told me to "bruck off".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_b63YC7vFQYk/RrI17SzkyzI/AAAAAAAAANc/i57qEYBe-Lg/s1600-h/Picture+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_b63YC7vFQYk/RrI17SzkyzI/AAAAAAAAANc/i57qEYBe-Lg/s320/Picture+016.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094193421286165298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always thought the idea of "family camp" would be absolutely lame.  Turns out I'm wrong.  Living Waters was a blast.  We will definately be going back next year.&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_b63YC7vFQYk/RrI17izky0I/AAAAAAAAANk/XNysFhs38gs/s1600-h/Picture+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_b63YC7vFQYk/RrI17izky0I/AAAAAAAAANk/XNysFhs38gs/s320/Picture+007.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094193425581132610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was tons of our friends there that we got to hang out with.  Even the girls found friends to play with.&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_b63YC7vFQYk/RrI18Czky1I/AAAAAAAAANs/7NZ2bORcniI/s1600-h/Picture+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_b63YC7vFQYk/RrI18Czky1I/AAAAAAAAANs/7NZ2bORcniI/s320/Picture+011.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094193434171067218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_b63YC7vFQYk/RrI3dyzky2I/AAAAAAAAAN0/sdv-6DOrdu4/s1600-h/Picture+029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_b63YC7vFQYk/RrI3dyzky2I/AAAAAAAAAN0/sdv-6DOrdu4/s400/Picture+029.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094195113503279970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Speaking of friends.  My friend Megan, who I hadn't seen in 3 years came to visit me.  Alanna and I double dated with Megan and her daughter Cassidy at The Cave.  I don't think I've laughed that hard during a meal in a long time.  Turns out our girls are quite the comedians.  The girls made fast BFFs and put on little dances for us afterwards.  It was "just one more" up until they were sent to bed.  Alanna and I hope that it isn't three more years until they visit again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that is the first half of my summer, in a nut shell.  I hope everyone's summer is equally as fun - maybe a little less busy - as mine has been.  August looks like it'll be just as full so I'll post a blog for the second half of summer later on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32633896-9184239109273556807?l=mrsgibs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsgibs.blogspot.com/feeds/9184239109273556807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32633896&amp;postID=9184239109273556807&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32633896/posts/default/9184239109273556807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32633896/posts/default/9184239109273556807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsgibs.blogspot.com/2007/08/summerso-far_02.html' title='Summer...so far.'/><author><name>Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10875736885702516796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8146/3569/1600/P1000147.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_b63YC7vFQYk/RrIz0CzkyuI/AAAAAAAAAM0/Ch7h1E4d5M4/s72-c/Picture+021.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32633896.post-8338070294113103473</id><published>2007-07-01T20:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T20:46:09.824-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ears Pierced...again.</title><content type='html'>So to preface this story - Alanna had her ears pierced when she was 4 six months later on my wedding day I went to change her earrings - for the first time.  She panicked because she thought it was going to hurt like when we got them pierced so we got the earrings out but she wouldn't let us put ones back in.  So of course, her holes have since grown in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today Alanna decides that she would like to pierce them again because she is brave enough and really would like them.  So we go to the mall and she meticulously picks out the exact pair that she would be most happy with.  They pierce the one side and she decides that she cannot bare the pain of having the other side done and won't get it done.  OH FOR THE LOVE OF PETE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To make a long story extremely short after much coaxing and bribing and grocery shopping she decides that she'll get the other side done because she can't very well walk around with only one ear pierced. (and by now the other side isn't hurting anymore)  Then when we get back in the store she decides she can't go through with it again. I'm sure other people in the mall thought we were making our kid get her ears pierced without her consent at all.  So finally she agrees but only if I get mine done as well.  So I agree that I will get mine done as soon as she does hers.  So then she agrees that that is acceptable and says to the lady that she can go ahead.  So they lady (who is using a gun) is pretty wound up after this kid has made such a fuss in the store - her hands are now shaking which I wasn't going to point out in front of Alanna.  But then the gun is jammed so with it up to Alanna's ear it is clicking but not actually piercing anything.  Way to psych the poor kid out.  But alas it finally works and Alanna is now pierced in both ears.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as we are leaving Alanna says wait a minute....your supposed to get yours done too.  Oh...yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I have been pierced a ton of times all recently with a needle(both my ear lobes, the top of my left ear, my tongue, and my navel three times) so I'm like this is no big deal.  So after the gun clicks a few times to psych me out it turns out that the gun friggin hurts.  I guess I should mention that because I'm me and really don't like doing anything too normal I only got the one side pierced and it turns out I quite like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told Alanna that I would take pictures of us for my blog - she says that my earring did not show up enough - hence the close up.  &lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_b63YC7vFQYk/RohmuH38MPI/AAAAAAAAAJs/AfEzvgVPRfY/s1600-h/princess+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_b63YC7vFQYk/RohmuH38MPI/AAAAAAAAAJs/AfEzvgVPRfY/s400/princess+002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082425122061299954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_b63YC7vFQYk/RohmuH38MQI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/3siMwDnsz7s/s1600-h/princess+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_b63YC7vFQYk/RohmuH38MQI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/3siMwDnsz7s/s400/princess+004.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082425122061299970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_b63YC7vFQYk/RohmuX38MRI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/Dt-xlTxL4Jg/s1600-h/princess+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_b63YC7vFQYk/RohmuX38MRI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/Dt-xlTxL4Jg/s400/princess+003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082425126356267282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32633896-8338070294113103473?l=mrsgibs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsgibs.blogspot.com/feeds/8338070294113103473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32633896&amp;postID=8338070294113103473&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32633896/posts/default/8338070294113103473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32633896/posts/default/8338070294113103473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsgibs.blogspot.com/2007/07/ears-piercedagain.html' title='Ears Pierced...again.'/><author><name>Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10875736885702516796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8146/3569/1600/P1000147.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_b63YC7vFQYk/RohmuH38MPI/AAAAAAAAAJs/AfEzvgVPRfY/s72-c/princess+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32633896.post-9096945954228607378</id><published>2007-06-28T13:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-06-28T13:16:51.100-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Zip Line</title><content type='html'>So the weekend of my cousin Elise's wedding turned out to be quite an unexpected adventure but tons of fun.  She was married out in the boonies and then the reception was in an equally boonyish location so for those of us who had nowhere to go between locations decided to go out to the reception place.  Which was the Shekinah Retreat Centre (Shawn - I highly recommend this place for the next youth retreat).  So we're sitting there hanging out bored out of our skulls when this strapping young man comes up to us and says that if we wanted to go on the zip line he would man it for us.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and my sis take one look at eachother and off we go to change.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all Mr. Man did not tell us that there was going to be so much walking involved.  I was tired before I even reached the hill.  Meanwhile my 13 year old cousins are walking like they do this all the time ;) (I'm so out of shape).  So we get to this hill (which is hardly considered a hill) and I'm like oh, this'll be no problem (yeah right).  So I decide to head the train up the hill.  Well I can't look like a complete goof so I'm trying to truck up this hill has fast as I can.  About half ways up I'm just short of dropping to my knees and crawling the rest of the way.  But I was quite proud of myself that I did not and kept up my pace (for appearances only).  So Kellyn and I as soon as we hit the top were basically holding eachother up so as not to pass out on the spot.  This treturous climb did not even phaze Alanna - oh to be 7 again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw - my weight loss is now at a grand total of 12 lbs as of last Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah - then we zipped from the top of our hill to the middle of another hill through the trees.  Then you climb that other hill and zip from the top of that hill back to the first hill.  The pictures are quite deceiving.  Those trees that you see are the tops of the trees that are in the valley between the two hills.  Amazing experience, I highly recommend it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I had to take pictures of the zip lining stuff - then my camera died so I did not get one picture of the wedding party.  &lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_b63YC7vFQYk/RoQI8H38MKI/AAAAAAAAAJE/3gD5OxzO1MM/s1600-h/princess+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_b63YC7vFQYk/RoQI8H38MKI/AAAAAAAAAJE/3gD5OxzO1MM/s400/princess+020.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081196108579614882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_b63YC7vFQYk/RoQI8X38MLI/AAAAAAAAAJM/kkl2NxK8pgs/s1600-h/princess+021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_b63YC7vFQYk/RoQI8X38MLI/AAAAAAAAAJM/kkl2NxK8pgs/s400/princess+021.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081196112874582194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_b63YC7vFQYk/RoQI8n38MMI/AAAAAAAAAJU/pOOOj9mIG4w/s1600-h/princess+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_b63YC7vFQYk/RoQI8n38MMI/AAAAAAAAAJU/pOOOj9mIG4w/s400/princess+022.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081196117169549506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_b63YC7vFQYk/RoQI8338MNI/AAAAAAAAAJc/NYa6i_Ztwzs/s1600-h/princess+024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_b63YC7vFQYk/RoQI8338MNI/AAAAAAAAAJc/NYa6i_Ztwzs/s400/princess+024.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081196121464516818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_b63YC7vFQYk/RoQI8338MOI/AAAAAAAAAJk/d9xg7qukuTo/s1600-h/princess+025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_b63YC7vFQYk/RoQI8338MOI/AAAAAAAAAJk/d9xg7qukuTo/s400/princess+025.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081196121464516834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32633896-9096945954228607378?l=mrsgibs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsgibs.blogspot.com/feeds/9096945954228607378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32633896&amp;postID=9096945954228607378&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32633896/posts/default/9096945954228607378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32633896/posts/default/9096945954228607378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsgibs.blogspot.com/2007/06/zip-line.html' title='The Zip Line'/><author><name>Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10875736885702516796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8146/3569/1600/P1000147.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_b63YC7vFQYk/RoQI8H38MKI/AAAAAAAAAJE/3gD5OxzO1MM/s72-c/princess+020.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32633896.post-1840661324082914733</id><published>2007-06-25T11:52:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T12:00:37.095-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Anniversary! - to me?</title><content type='html'>So this weekend was my parents 7th anniversary.  So, as generous as my parents always are - they invited us over for supper.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my GAWD!!!! It was amazing.  Mom had set up a little garden party for us all in the back yard where we dined on crab legs, steak and red wine.  Anyone who knows me knows that this is my dream meal.  Why wouldn't this be anyone's dream meal, for that matter.  During dessert (which by the way - was a fruit and marshmallow chocolate fondue) my parents announced that they are taking me and my sister on a cruise!!!   Can you beieve it?  We will be gone for 9-ish days.  I think the cruise (which is in the Nassau Islands) is for 3 days and the rest of the time we'll be hanging out in Fort Lauderdale.  The only MUST DOs on our list so far is to go scuba diving and we are going to the everglades on one of those hovercraft boat thingys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously - I'm such a geek - I've never been anywhere - ever.  I've never flown - so please try not to be annoyed with me in the next 6 months.  I'll try not to talk about it ALL the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps - horrifying near death experieince story still to come - please be patient.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32633896-1840661324082914733?l=mrsgibs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsgibs.blogspot.com/feeds/1840661324082914733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32633896&amp;postID=1840661324082914733&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32633896/posts/default/1840661324082914733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32633896/posts/default/1840661324082914733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsgibs.blogspot.com/2007/06/happy-anniversary-to-me.html' title='Happy Anniversary! - to me?'/><author><name>Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10875736885702516796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8146/3569/1600/P1000147.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32633896.post-2990886410718419642</id><published>2007-06-20T10:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-06-20T10:47:00.693-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The baby is 1!</title><content type='html'>So my baby girl is now a number. I cried for a week when Alanna turned one. For some reason I was definitely not sad about it this time.&lt;br /&gt;We just had a small little wienie roast with my sister and her kids - Dave and Deb and their kids, Jonny's mom, and of course Uncle Torry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps - Kraft's creamy poppy seed dressing is amazazing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So pictures - for you viewing pleasure (not like everyone that looks at this hasn't already seen them on facebook, lol)&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_b63YC7vFQYk/RnlYQC-jP-I/AAAAAAAAAIc/3BSMKQmBuKE/s1600-h/emerie+bday+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_b63YC7vFQYk/RnlYQC-jP-I/AAAAAAAAAIc/3BSMKQmBuKE/s400/emerie+bday+022.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078187087537324002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Did I mention - I love cake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_b63YC7vFQYk/RnlYQS-jP_I/AAAAAAAAAIk/YGWEFSLpK58/s1600-h/emerie+bday+027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_b63YC7vFQYk/RnlYQS-jP_I/AAAAAAAAAIk/YGWEFSLpK58/s400/emerie+bday+027.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078187091832291314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A little water to wash that down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_b63YC7vFQYk/RnlYQi-jQAI/AAAAAAAAAIs/cU9eZE8WKP4/s1600-h/emerie+bday+043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_b63YC7vFQYk/RnlYQi-jQAI/AAAAAAAAAIs/cU9eZE8WKP4/s400/emerie+bday+043.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078187096127258626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You didn't tell me there would be presents!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_b63YC7vFQYk/RnlYQy-jQBI/AAAAAAAAAI0/xRYyXWxw-7s/s1600-h/emerie+bday+040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_b63YC7vFQYk/RnlYQy-jQBI/AAAAAAAAAI0/xRYyXWxw-7s/s400/emerie+bday+040.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078187100422225938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A little storey - Emerie has a thing with stuffed animals.  It is like a pacifier with her - she loves to cuddle with them and she brings them close to her lips and almost sucks on them.  It's very soothing for her.  So of course she got a brand new puppy from Grandma and Grandpa for her bday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_b63YC7vFQYk/RnlYRC-jQCI/AAAAAAAAAI8/VKV8jpaRdlE/s1600-h/emerie+bday+046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_b63YC7vFQYk/RnlYRC-jQCI/AAAAAAAAAI8/VKV8jpaRdlE/s400/emerie+bday+046.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078187104717193250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Okay Alanna, now you need to show me how this thing works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay tuned for blogs to come - This week I will tell you all about my near death experience climbing a mountain on the weekend.  (my camera broke and I need the pictures to go along with the storey)  The suspence must be killing you all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32633896-2990886410718419642?l=mrsgibs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsgibs.blogspot.com/feeds/2990886410718419642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32633896&amp;postID=2990886410718419642&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32633896/posts/default/2990886410718419642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32633896/posts/default/2990886410718419642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsgibs.blogspot.com/2007/06/baby-is-1.html' title='The baby is 1!'/><author><name>Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10875736885702516796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8146/3569/1600/P1000147.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_b63YC7vFQYk/RnlYQC-jP-I/AAAAAAAAAIc/3BSMKQmBuKE/s72-c/emerie+bday+022.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32633896.post-2411340716161757391</id><published>2007-06-01T21:07:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-06-01T21:12:02.518-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Facebook</title><content type='html'>So, so, so addicted to Facebook now.  I know I said I would never convert - but seriously I am in contact with people I haven't talked to in AGES!  I just signed in yesterday and already I have 54 friends.  Really - I wasn't aware I had that many friends - I am SO blessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news - I got a hair cut.  I love, love, love it.  &lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_b63YC7vFQYk/RmDfeTnZnjI/AAAAAAAAAIU/z--c3PDcYYo/s1600-h/fashion.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_b63YC7vFQYk/RmDfeTnZnjI/AAAAAAAAAIU/z--c3PDcYYo/s400/fashion.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071298892173778482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Also, since starting work I have neglected Curves completely.  Honestly, I have not gone once.  HOWEVER!!!!  Since starting work I have lost 8 pounds.  Oh, faithful readers - how I'm sure you've longed for a happy blog from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How could I not be in such a good mood now that So You Think You Can Dance is on the air.  Suck bliss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good night all!  I promise not to neglect you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32633896-2411340716161757391?l=mrsgibs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsgibs.blogspot.com/feeds/2411340716161757391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32633896&amp;postID=2411340716161757391&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32633896/posts/default/2411340716161757391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32633896/posts/default/2411340716161757391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsgibs.blogspot.com/2007/06/facebook.html' title='Facebook'/><author><name>Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10875736885702516796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8146/3569/1600/P1000147.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_b63YC7vFQYk/RmDfeTnZnjI/AAAAAAAAAIU/z--c3PDcYYo/s72-c/fashion.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32633896.post-472537833991848820</id><published>2007-05-17T09:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-05-17T10:13:28.842-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Vacation</title><content type='html'>This morning before I even opened my eyes I could feel the warm sun shining through the window onto my face.  The satin sheets felt so soft against my skin.  But the best part really was the smell of the cool breeze rolling off the ocean into our beach front villa.  I stretched my way into consciousness and Jonny came into the room with breakfast that was just delivered by room service.  There is something to be said about fresh croissants, fruit, and hazelnutt coffee, mmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After breakfast we took a stroll along the beach.  I can't believe how tall the trees are on the island.  The coolest thing was that we saw a giant sea turtle making it's way back into the water - what a majestic creature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a picnic lunch by the water we decided to head into the village to check out some of the local markets.  We didn't buy anything but it was pretty interesting watching other tourists bartering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next we went back to our villa and had massages out on the patio, of course while sipping on virgin pina coladas.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was pretty late by this point so we were going to just grab a quick bite somewhere and go to bed - but - we made the most amazing discovery.  There was this little bistro tucked into a corner of the resort's grounds.  It was outdoors and completely candle lit.  I mean there were candles everywhere.  We had the most amazing steak and crab legs ever and a chocolate fondu for desert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a perfect day!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep dreaming, bloggers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32633896-472537833991848820?l=mrsgibs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsgibs.blogspot.com/feeds/472537833991848820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32633896&amp;postID=472537833991848820&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32633896/posts/default/472537833991848820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32633896/posts/default/472537833991848820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsgibs.blogspot.com/2007/05/my-vacation.html' title='My Vacation'/><author><name>Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10875736885702516796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8146/3569/1600/P1000147.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32633896.post-4249440087047846744</id><published>2007-05-09T21:29:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-05-09T21:55:11.977-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Fashion Show</title><content type='html'>Hello All!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I haven't blogged in what seems like a really long time.  I know it seems like I've just been complaining a lot - really I've just been tired (and my whole family has been sick).  But other than that things are going really well.  I am really enjoying work.  I've been getting a ton of hours - I've actually been turning down hours so that I can have one day off a week (which this week is Friday).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The exciting thing that has happened recently is that my family was in a fashion show on Sunday (hence why I was not in church on Sunday).  I must say my family is extremely good looking.  This was a fundraiser for The Learning Disabilities Association of Saskatchewan (which is where my mama works).  Here are some pictures of my fam on the runway.&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_b63YC7vFQYk/RkKTF4whv7I/AAAAAAAAAGs/YL0BZlhvc5E/s1600-h/fashion+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_b63YC7vFQYk/RkKTF4whv7I/AAAAAAAAAGs/YL0BZlhvc5E/s400/fashion+006.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062770660462411698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_b63YC7vFQYk/RkKTGIwhv8I/AAAAAAAAAG0/8NwfjsPKJRo/s1600-h/fashion+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_b63YC7vFQYk/RkKTGIwhv8I/AAAAAAAAAG0/8NwfjsPKJRo/s400/fashion+007.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062770664757379010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_b63YC7vFQYk/RkKTGIwhv9I/AAAAAAAAAG8/OV1ljx6hzQY/s1600-h/fashion+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_b63YC7vFQYk/RkKTGIwhv9I/AAAAAAAAAG8/OV1ljx6hzQY/s400/fashion+009.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062770664757379026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_b63YC7vFQYk/RkKTGowhv-I/AAAAAAAAAHE/yk5KpfRDM7A/s1600-h/fashion+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_b63YC7vFQYk/RkKTGowhv-I/AAAAAAAAAHE/yk5KpfRDM7A/s400/fashion+010.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062770673347313634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_b63YC7vFQYk/RkKTG4whv_I/AAAAAAAAAHM/6u-O1ciabBU/s1600-h/fashion+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_b63YC7vFQYk/RkKTG4whv_I/AAAAAAAAAHM/6u-O1ciabBU/s400/fashion+011.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062770677642280946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_b63YC7vFQYk/RkKTjYwhwAI/AAAAAAAAAHU/oZiUT4erFOM/s1600-h/fashion+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_b63YC7vFQYk/RkKTjYwhwAI/AAAAAAAAAHU/oZiUT4erFOM/s400/fashion+014.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062771167268552706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_b63YC7vFQYk/RkKTjYwhwBI/AAAAAAAAAHc/2YR4zaJlW3g/s1600-h/fashion+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_b63YC7vFQYk/RkKTjYwhwBI/AAAAAAAAAHc/2YR4zaJlW3g/s400/fashion+015.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062771167268552722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom looks like she is having tons of fun.  Everytime it was her turn on the runway our table would hoot and holler at her.  Someone made a comment that we were embarassing her, but I think that the picture shows that she was milking it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister gave a speech honoring one of the SCORE teachers as my baby sis was one of graduates from that program.  She was so nervous - she isn't the biggest fan of public speaking.  I'm sure that me snapping pictures helped tons.  Sorry the lighting on her was crappola.&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_b63YC7vFQYk/RkKVmIwhwCI/AAAAAAAAAHk/MKOAwxN61cw/s1600-h/fashion+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_b63YC7vFQYk/RkKVmIwhwCI/AAAAAAAAAHk/MKOAwxN61cw/s400/fashion+005.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062773413536448546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonny and Torry sang as entertainment.  Of course, they were phenominal.  I wouldn't want to say too much but I do believe that they got an offer to play at a fairly significant event in the city this summer.  Keep your ears open.  I apologize, to Torry.  I meant to get a picture of the two of them performing.  Here is Jonny warming up before the show.  And to follow are just some other random pics taken during the day.&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_b63YC7vFQYk/RkKW-4whwDI/AAAAAAAAAHs/U4jFJPgGFMM/s1600-h/fashion+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_b63YC7vFQYk/RkKW-4whwDI/AAAAAAAAAHs/U4jFJPgGFMM/s400/fashion+002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062774938249838642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_b63YC7vFQYk/RkKW_IwhwEI/AAAAAAAAAH0/_r5PKcsDEIo/s1600-h/fashion+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_b63YC7vFQYk/RkKW_IwhwEI/AAAAAAAAAH0/_r5PKcsDEIo/s400/fashion+003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062774942544805954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_b63YC7vFQYk/RkKW_YwhwFI/AAAAAAAAAH8/VCZSPQWr928/s1600-h/fashion+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_b63YC7vFQYk/RkKW_YwhwFI/AAAAAAAAAH8/VCZSPQWr928/s400/fashion+001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062774946839773266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_b63YC7vFQYk/RkKW_YwhwGI/AAAAAAAAAIE/ysPWxw0O6oA/s1600-h/fashion+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_b63YC7vFQYk/RkKW_YwhwGI/AAAAAAAAAIE/ysPWxw0O6oA/s400/fashion+004.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062774946839773282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_b63YC7vFQYk/RkKW_owhwHI/AAAAAAAAAIM/87yi4wXYGAs/s1600-h/fashion+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_b63YC7vFQYk/RkKW_owhwHI/AAAAAAAAAIM/87yi4wXYGAs/s400/fashion+013.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062774951134740594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh!  And just as a note of pictures to come.  Emerie is one her way to walking - I believe her record is about 6 feet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32633896-4249440087047846744?l=mrsgibs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsgibs.blogspot.com/feeds/4249440087047846744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32633896&amp;postID=4249440087047846744&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32633896/posts/default/4249440087047846744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32633896/posts/default/4249440087047846744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsgibs.blogspot.com/2007/05/fashion-show.html' title='The Fashion Show'/><author><name>Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10875736885702516796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8146/3569/1600/P1000147.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_b63YC7vFQYk/RkKTF4whv7I/AAAAAAAAAGs/YL0BZlhvc5E/s72-c/fashion+006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32633896.post-5708021919575943006</id><published>2007-05-02T19:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T19:50:10.223-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad Luck / Good Luck?</title><content type='html'>Well yesterday was certainly adventerous.  So I drove home from work at 3:30 - if you've been keeping tabs on my traffic whoes, I will have you know that at 3:30 the traffic is much better.  Anyways, so I go and pick up the kidlets and then Jonny calls.  Well, Jonny has a fitting at Anthony's because him and Alanna are both in a fashion show on Sunday (more on this to come).  He would like for me to come with him to his fitting as a second opinion.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure - sounds like fun - hey, how bout I just drive out to Sleepers and we can leave the car there and then the fam can go out for supper afterwards.  Super fun family time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I drive out to Sleepers with the kids to meet him at 5.  So now I have basically volunteered to sit through the 5 traffic all the way down Idylwyld to downtown Saskatoon.  Imagine my shgrin.  The fitting went well - Jonny looked tres hot!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we left we discovered that the vehicle parked next to us had gotten run into and had a busted passenger window - which totally sucked for them - they were still in the vehicle when it happened that there was two kids in the back seat (how scarey would that be).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then we decide to stop at Walmart quick to pick up a few things.  We get out and Alanna notices that our rear tire is completely flat.  We could actually hear the air escaping.  We knew that the tires were getting pretty bad but tires are so friggin expensive it just hasn't been a priority.  Luckily Jonny had gotten his SGI rebate cheque in the mail that day so that would cover the tire expense.  So we start talking to the Walmart tire dude and after looking at it he tells us that it can just be repaired and we don't have to replace the tire - turns out the tire isn't as bad as we thought.  WOO HOO!  While Jonny was going outside with Walmart dude I was getting a key cut and Walmart announcer dudette says - Attention - would the owner of a white Jeep Grande Cherokee please note that they have a flat tire.  I'm like - thanks tips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then we just grabbed something quick at McDonalds and headed home because at this point we are beat.  We get home and realized that we had forgotten the things that we needed to buy.  So I get the kids ready for bed and Jonny runs back to the store.  He gets back and we go to get a bottle ready for Emerie and realize that there is no more milk.  URGH!  So then it's my turn to go back to the store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh - today has been a much better day!  Traffic was clear - both ways to work - and I didn't have to go to the store at all.  The kids are in bed, Jonny's a choir - finally some down time all to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow - day off.  Coffee with the ladies, hip hip!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good evening, all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32633896-5708021919575943006?l=mrsgibs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsgibs.blogspot.com/feeds/5708021919575943006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32633896&amp;postID=5708021919575943006&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32633896/posts/default/5708021919575943006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32633896/posts/default/5708021919575943006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsgibs.blogspot.com/2007/05/bad-luck-good-luck.html' title='Bad Luck / Good Luck?'/><author><name>Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10875736885702516796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8146/3569/1600/P1000147.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32633896.post-5490935557706799325</id><published>2007-04-30T13:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-04-30T13:12:20.907-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Traffic Report</title><content type='html'>It seems as though there is either construction or grid lock in every direction between work and home.  Correction - it doesn't seem that way - it IS that way.  Last Wednesday it took my 1 1/2 hours to get home.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have had no time for blogging - no time for visiting - no time for cooking- no time for cleaning.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FYI things get better next week.  At least I get two days off in a row.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32633896-5490935557706799325?l=mrsgibs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsgibs.blogspot.com/feeds/5490935557706799325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32633896&amp;postID=5490935557706799325&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32633896/posts/default/5490935557706799325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32633896/posts/default/5490935557706799325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsgibs.blogspot.com/2007/04/traffic-report.html' title='The Traffic Report'/><author><name>Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10875736885702516796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8146/3569/1600/P1000147.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32633896.post-6072490407206848417</id><published>2007-04-23T09:56:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T10:19:20.641-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Can I Get an Amen!</title><content type='html'>I'm not sure why I titled my blog that.  I'm not planning on saying anything inspirational today.  It is my day off I am officially required not to think too much.  AMEN!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all those out there that I usually speak to/see on a regular basis - does it not feel like I have been wiped off the face of the planet?  I feel so completely out of touch with my peeps.  I'm going to coffee with my sister today, then tomorrow is chat n play - ps. Jenn and Lisa I will be contacting you for a coffee date for a hopeful tomorrow pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh!  Did you hear that the pope declared that there will be no more Limbo?  Can he do that?  I don't believe in such a place but the Catholics have always believed that babies that haven't been baptised or those who haven't had a chance to decide if they are believers or not go to Limbo.  Is it up to the pope to decide if this place exists or not?  That would be like Pastor saying that there is no more heaven you will now be rerouted to Figi (or something to that effect).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32633896-6072490407206848417?l=mrsgibs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsgibs.blogspot.com/feeds/6072490407206848417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32633896&amp;postID=6072490407206848417&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32633896/posts/default/6072490407206848417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32633896/posts/default/6072490407206848417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsgibs.blogspot.com/2007/04/can-i-get-amen.html' title='Can I Get an Amen!'/><author><name>Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10875736885702516796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8146/3569/1600/P1000147.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32633896.post-4282342676439458590</id><published>2007-04-19T20:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T21:09:44.451-06:00</updated><title type='text'>First Week Working</title><content type='html'>Phew!  I have been absolutely bushed the past couple days.  Since Tuesday I have been in training at my new job.  Today was probably my most favorite day.  I have discovered that I have learned so much more in just today than any other day.  I actually got to jump on the phones and schedule bus routes myself today and it is so much better than just watching people do it.  Once I got to actually work I found that my day just flew by.  It can get really busy and there is always stuff to do when there aren't any calls coming in.  Tomorrow I get to start dispatching - how exciting/terrifying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really like the ladies that I'm working with.  And get this the only girl that I haven't met at work yet I actually think that I went to school with her in Grade 3.  I work with her for the first time tomorrow so I guess I'll find out then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alanna has really been liking the before and after school program.  She was having trouble with some of the kids on the bus so this is a really great thing for her.  Emerie has been such a good girl this week.  I know Jenna said she had a little trouble but Jenna's a big liar.  Just kidding.  I know Emerie probably was a little upset that she had to share someone's attention.  She has been though, a perfect angel for grandma.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, tomorrow I start work tomorrow at 6am - there is not another one of these in my schedule as far as I can see - thank the Lord.  However, I am going to bed now as I have to wake up at a very un-holy hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good night all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32633896-4282342676439458590?l=mrsgibs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsgibs.blogspot.com/feeds/4282342676439458590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32633896&amp;postID=4282342676439458590&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32633896/posts/default/4282342676439458590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32633896/posts/default/4282342676439458590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsgibs.blogspot.com/2007/04/first-week-working.html' title='First Week Working'/><author><name>Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10875736885702516796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8146/3569/1600/P1000147.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32633896.post-256414634805866352</id><published>2007-04-16T09:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-04-16T10:10:12.122-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Say Good-bye Just So Long</title><content type='html'>Sigh - today is my last day of official stay at home motherhood.  Tomorrow I start training at my new job.  Everybody has been asking me how I feel about starting work again.  I'm really not sure what to say about it.  I'm not really worried about leaving my girls - I'm confident with my sitters so that isn't really an issue at all.  Plus I'll only be working part time so it isn't a huge deal at all.  I can't say that I'm nervous about my first day.  I've been "the new kid" my whole life and am pretty confident that the work will be quite manageable.  I'm really excited to find out what days I will/will not be working so I can plan my life around them.  But I am having trouble getting excited about going back.  I've really been enjoying staying at home with the girls - it's not so much that they need me, I just like the idea of being home for them.  Not too mention the social perks of being a stay at home mommy.  Ah well - I'll post about my first day of work soon.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_b63YC7vFQYk/RiOYdybYsVI/AAAAAAAAAGk/A9UxMRTAnRQ/s1600-h/princess.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_b63YC7vFQYk/RiOYdybYsVI/AAAAAAAAAGk/A9UxMRTAnRQ/s400/princess.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054050844360094034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is the creme de la cremem of Epicure parties.  I'm really excited - some awesome appys will be making an appearance.  I know I've been telling people what kinds of things I will be making but what I haven't disclosed is the amazing things that my Epicure lady is bringing.  Everyone is invited!  If you are interested in coming and I haven't had a chance to give you the details of the when and where yet either leave me a comment or get a hold of me and I'll hook you up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things to look forward to - I am going to seek out a preview that I saw for a movie this weekend.  The movie preview stated that the movie was based on actual events.  Oh, I can't even tell you what the movie is about - you'll just have to wait and see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://nightskiesmovie.com/media/trailer.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the link to see the preview.  Please note that this preview is a lot more graffic than the one I saw on tv.  Dontcha think that instead of "Based on a true storey" it should say "Based on a storey"?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32633896-256414634805866352?l=mrsgibs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsgibs.blogspot.com/feeds/256414634805866352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32633896&amp;postID=256414634805866352&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32633896/posts/default/256414634805866352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32633896/posts/default/256414634805866352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsgibs.blogspot.com/2007/04/dont-say-good-bye-just-so-long.html' title='Don&apos;t Say Good-bye Just So Long'/><author><name>Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10875736885702516796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8146/3569/1600/P1000147.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_b63YC7vFQYk/RiOYdybYsVI/AAAAAAAAAGk/A9UxMRTAnRQ/s72-c/princess.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32633896.post-1637172016907747071</id><published>2007-04-04T12:56:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-04-04T13:07:36.596-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A 7th Weird Thing</title><content type='html'>So all this talk about weird quirks and what not has stimulated some thoughts.  It was hard to come up with truly weird things about myself I did think of a thing that is weird but not necessarily about me.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am afraid of mice/rats.  This is because of my mother.  When I was little to get me off of my soother she cut into bits while I was sleeping and told me that a mouse got it.  One day when I was at my parent's grocery store a native lady came in wearing shorts and she had some kind of skin thing going on where she had blotches of white skin on her legs.  I was five at the time and I asked my mom why her legs were like that and she told me that it was because a mouse ran up her leg and scared her so bad that it changed the color of her skin.  No wonder I have a fear of mice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32633896-1637172016907747071?l=mrsgibs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsgibs.blogspot.com/feeds/1637172016907747071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32633896&amp;postID=1637172016907747071&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32633896/posts/default/1637172016907747071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32633896/posts/default/1637172016907747071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsgibs.blogspot.com/2007/04/so-all-this-talk-about-weird-quirks-and.html' title='A 7th Weird Thing'/><author><name>Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10875736885702516796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8146/3569/1600/P1000147.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32633896.post-6594481684638874988</id><published>2007-04-02T20:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-04-02T21:07:51.608-06:00</updated><title type='text'>6 Weird Things</title><content type='html'>Or so some people seem to think.&lt;br /&gt;"Here are the rules: Each player of this game starts with the 'six weird things about me' blog post. People who get tagged need to write their own six weird things post and state the rules clearly. At the end of the post, tag six more people and don’t forget to leave a comment on their blog to tell them they have been tagged and tell them to read your blog."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I haven't broken any bones.  But, I did sprain my ankle being chased by an owl when I was 15 years old, in Melfort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I don't know if this is weird so much as maybe a little known fact.  I used to be a public speaker for Students Against Drinking and Driving.  My speech was an hour long and my largest crowd was 700 people at the Regina provincial conference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I talk in my sleep.  I get really, really angry when people try to carry on a conversation with my while I'm doing so.  I will yell at you in my sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I have the hardest time falling asleep without the radio on.  I tap my toes to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I will take listening to 50s and 60s songs over any other genre of music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I don't like to be alone.  I don't necessarily have to be talking to them or anything I just like having people around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now it's my turn to tag. I will tag...Megan, Lisa, Alison, Jenna, Tanys, and Fashionista. Have fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32633896-6594481684638874988?l=mrsgibs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsgibs.blogspot.com/feeds/6594481684638874988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32633896&amp;postID=6594481684638874988&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32633896/posts/default/6594481684638874988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32633896/posts/default/6594481684638874988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsgibs.blogspot.com/2007/04/6-weird-things.html' title='6 Weird Things'/><author><name>Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10875736885702516796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8146/3569/1600/P1000147.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32633896.post-6927229502817941835</id><published>2007-03-31T21:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-31T22:11:55.605-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Promise Made is a Promise Kept</title><content type='html'>I promised the management at The Great Buffet of China that I would share this story with everyone that I know.  So just for good measure I shall blog about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we went to The Great Buffet of China restaurant for lunch (Me, Jonny, Emerie, Torry and Jeremy).  After the bills had been split up and Jonny and I had been given our portion we noticed that we were charged for a child's buffet as well.  Now my baby is only 9 months - not quite ready to partake in the chinese buffet.  During our meal she happily munched on her puffed wheat which travels everyone whith us.  We let our waiter know of the mistake and he said that he would look into it.  He soon came back with the manager of The Great Buffet of China and she explained that if a child eats something and makes a mess (we are still working on accuracy with Emerie, only half of what she shoves towards her face actually makes it into her mouth), even if the food does not belong to The Great Buffet of China they will be charged for a child's buffet and that was that.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU HAVE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we grudgingly agreed to pay but let them know that we would share this story with everyone we knew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I also have a Juno sighting story.  Torry, Jonny and I were standing in the mall today when Torry says "Hey, aren't those the guys from Canadian Idol?"  And wouldn't you know walking in the front doors is Farley Flex and whoever the white guy with glasses is.  So when they get closer of course Jonny and Torry do the head nod 'sup thing that only cool black guys do and Farley returns it by patting Jonny on the shoulder and saying "'sup man" and then they keep on walking.  We just stood there watching them walk away, thinking to ourselves "Well, that was different."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmmm, now I shall go and curl up on the couch and finish my venti chai tea latte.  Good night all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32633896-6927229502817941835?l=mrsgibs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsgibs.blogspot.com/feeds/6927229502817941835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32633896&amp;postID=6927229502817941835&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32633896/posts/default/6927229502817941835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32633896/posts/default/6927229502817941835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsgibs.blogspot.com/2007/03/promise-made-is-promise-kept.html' title='A Promise Made is a Promise Kept'/><author><name>Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10875736885702516796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8146/3569/1600/P1000147.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32633896.post-9006606338184654813</id><published>2007-03-28T11:37:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-28T12:21:15.237-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Verbal Diarrhea</title><content type='html'>So many things that I want to talk about today.  I hope that I remember all of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For starters - I got a new job.  I've been applying for different jobs with the city for a couple of months now and I went for an interview yestery and they phoned me shortly after lunch and offered me the position.  I wasn't sure about going back to 12 hour night shifts so I've been keeping my eyes open for something new.  Anyways, I will be working at Access Transit (which is the public transportation for people with disabilities) where I will be the scheduling clerk.  People have to phone in and schedule their pick ups and drop offs and I'll be the person that they phone in and talk to.  How nice it will be to actually deal with the public again instead of sitting with headphones on for 11 hours straight.  The hours will be so much better as it is just a part time position so I'll still be home for my babies alot too (and not sleeping all day long either).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April 17th is the much aniticipated Epicure party.  All are welcome.  I'm pulling out some new recipes plus some old favorites.  Let me know if you are interested in coming and I'll give you all the details.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This means that I seriously need a new work wardrobe.  The dress is pretty casual there but I definately do not want to keep up the utter drab rut that I have desperately fallen into.  I'm looking at this as my opportunity to gain back my fashion abilities.  Believe it or not there was actually a time in my life where people commented on my keen fashion sense.  This may sound strange but the biggest item on my list right now is a great pair of grey pants.  Nothing so casual that I'm in cargoville but not dress pants either, something that can go either way.  If any of you know where I can attain such a find please let me know (keep in mind this gal is on a budget).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something that has frustrated me lately is lines.  Standing/waiting in lines, specifically.  I do not understand why people get so frustrated and antsy waiting in line to the point where they will walk out of the restaurant if the wait is longer than 10 minutes.  But on the other hand they will wait in Tim Horton's drive through for upwards of 15 minutes for a stinking coffee.  What's worse is I'm one of them!!  What is the world coming to.  Since when is coffee more important that a beautiful dining experience?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's something good.  Have you seen the commercial for the hearing aid that helps you eavesdrop on other peoples conversations?  WHAT!!!!  This is actually one of the uses advertised in the commercial.  It shows that when you are wearing it you can listen to the messeges in church better, you can hear your kids playing accross the playground, you can hear the tv when it is down low so you don't disturb your spouse - AND eavesdrop on a conversation that is happening across the room.  Tempting, I know.  But come on, REALLY?  All this for the low, low cost of $19.95.  And it looks like you just have your IPOD earphones in.  Good grief - people beware.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should have gotten out of bed in the middle of the night to write this blog while all the thoughts in my head where actually keeping me awake last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you believe the snow on the ground this morning?  Honestly, how disappointing was that?  Sometimes I think God is just bored up there and thinks "Hey, I'm gonna mess with those Saskatchewan's for a while, ha ha ha!"  Well - IT'S NOT FUNNY!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I got a free ticket to the Juno's.  Jenna had a spare ticket.  How exciting!!!!  I immediately started to phone people to brag that I was going, especially my husband.  10 minutes later it turns out that the spare ticket wasn't really a spare ticket anymore.  Son of a bisket!  It's okay - Jenna knows I'm not mad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just checked the "So You Think You Can Dance" website and they are doing auditions as I type.  Infact they only have one location left.  Let the obsession begin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a Curves weigh in yesterday and I am 4 1/2 inches smaller.  Oh, the little things in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, seems that's all I got.  Until next time...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32633896-9006606338184654813?l=mrsgibs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsgibs.blogspot.com/feeds/9006606338184654813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32633896&amp;postID=9006606338184654813&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32633896/posts/default/9006606338184654813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32633896/posts/default/9006606338184654813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsgibs.blogspot.com/2007/03/verbal-diarrhea.html' title='Verbal Diarrhea'/><author><name>Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10875736885702516796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8146/3569/1600/P1000147.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32633896.post-7165635201256384318</id><published>2007-03-26T11:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-26T11:22:24.853-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Single Black Male</title><content type='html'>I am posting an advertisement for my single friend Torry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_b63YC7vFQYk/Rgf-5LqnacI/AAAAAAAAAGY/2xRJLUMlKMA/s1600-h/torry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_b63YC7vFQYk/Rgf-5LqnacI/AAAAAAAAAGY/2xRJLUMlKMA/s400/torry.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046282165829462466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This guy is just the sweetest guy ever.  He orchastrated a great day for me and my hubby's anniversary.  He arranged for babysitting and cooked up a fiest in our house (which was a complete surprise to me until I stepped into my house to change for going out for supper) and treated us to a movie afterwards.  What a doll!  So to all those single ladies out there you better snatch him up quick because he is quite a catch.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I'll stop that now, I am preparing myself for the reprucussions of blogging such a blog.  Mwahaha mwahaha mwahaha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32633896-7165635201256384318?l=mrsgibs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsgibs.blogspot.com/feeds/7165635201256384318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32633896&amp;postID=7165635201256384318&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32633896/posts/default/7165635201256384318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32633896/posts/default/7165635201256384318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsgibs.blogspot.com/2007/03/single-black-male.html' title='Single Black Male'/><author><name>Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10875736885702516796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8146/3569/1600/P1000147.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_b63YC7vFQYk/Rgf-5LqnacI/AAAAAAAAAGY/2xRJLUMlKMA/s72-c/torry.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32633896.post-480842798529644058</id><published>2007-03-23T14:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-23T14:10:04.475-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Second Anniversary</title><content type='html'>So Jonny and I have our 2nd Anniversary on Sunday.  This is what I found online for suggestions for such an occassion.  What a lame-o website.  I'll let you guys know how it actually turns out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ways to Celebrate Your 2nd Anniversary:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Plan a Cotton Club themed evening together and listen to jazz music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plan a movie night and watch your wedding video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get tickets for a movie, sports event, concert, theatre, etc. to attend together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gift Suggestions to Purchase for Your 2nd Anniversary:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Cotton gloves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cotton handkerchiefs or bandannas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cotton T-shirts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cotton plush towels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Canvas shopping bag or book bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cotton table cloth, napkins or place mats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nifty looking cotton socks. &lt;em&gt;(this one I find particularly humerous)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cozy cotton his and hers bathrobes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Egyptian cotton sheets and pillowcases.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rope hammock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;China plates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;China figurines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Garnet jewelry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gift Suggestions to Make for your 2nd Anniversary:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Put together a gift basket that has a variety of Cosmos seeds, along with a pair of cotton garden gloves, and a coupon on red paper stating your willingness to help plant the seeds. &lt;em&gt;(who wrote this?)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32633896-480842798529644058?l=mrsgibs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsgibs.blogspot.com/feeds/480842798529644058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32633896&amp;postID=480842798529644058&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32633896/posts/default/480842798529644058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32633896/posts/default/480842798529644058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsgibs.blogspot.com/2007/03/second-anniversary.html' title='Second Anniversary'/><author><name>Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10875736885702516796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8146/3569/1600/P1000147.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32633896.post-3547808970462151612</id><published>2007-03-23T10:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-23T10:06:14.385-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Inner Child</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#999999" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Inner Child Is Happy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CCCCCC"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/howisyourinnerchildquiz/happy.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see life as simple, and simple is a very good thing.&lt;br /&gt;You're cheerful and upbeat, taking everything as it comes.&lt;br /&gt;And you decide not to worry, even when things look bad.&lt;br /&gt;You figure there's just so many great things to look forward to.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/howisyourinnerchildquiz/"&gt;How Is Your Inner Child?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32633896-3547808970462151612?l=mrsgibs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsgibs.blogspot.com/feeds/3547808970462151612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32633896&amp;postID=3547808970462151612&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32633896/posts/default/3547808970462151612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32633896/posts/default/3547808970462151612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsgibs.blogspot.com/2007/03/my-inner-child.html' title='My Inner Child'/><author><name>Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10875736885702516796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8146/3569/1600/P1000147.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32633896.post-924826245197649384</id><published>2007-03-19T11:39:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-19T11:40:43.394-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Secret</title><content type='html'>OMG!!  I JUST WROTE LIKE THREE PARAGRAPHS OF STUFF AND MY COMPUTER ERASED EVERYTHING!  I'M SO MAD - I AM NOW GOING TO TRY AND REWRITE EVERYTHING.  THERE IS A VERY GOOD CHANCE IT WILL NOT BE AS GOOD AS THE FIRST TIME.  ARGGHHH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oprah has had a couple of shows recently on a book/dvd series called "The Secret".  All of a sudden it appears as though everybody is talking about it.  Now, I don't know a whole lot about it because if my memory serves me correctly Lisa, Jenn and I were having coffee they day it aired on Oprah and it seemed a little sketchy so we stopped watching.  However, today on The View they were talking about it and it caught my attention.  They summed up the dvd as being about how to visualize what you want in every detail and then you will attain it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I can buy that if you are working really hard at the same time to achieve this goal, but, they said that it was mainly about material things and it was almost like a magical thing.  The example that they used was how a kid envisioned a particular bicycle and concentrated really hard on it and then his grandpa showed up at the door with the bike.  Or you visualize your hands wrapped around the steering wheel of your dream car and then *poof*, I guess.  This seems like a crock to me.  I have spent endless hours thinking of my dream home - it is decorated in my mind and everything and so far - nothing.  I think this book/dvd has good ideas in theory but are missing what the purpose to life really is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HA HA - good segway.  So I was reading The Purpose Driven Life right afterwards (my small group would be so pleased as I haven't touched it since Day 14).  I have no idea what day we are on so I just kind of picked whereabouts I thought we might be.  Day 29 (which after getting Shirly's email today I now know that we are on Day 28).  In the very first paragraph it says, "While many best-selling books offer advice on how to "get" the most out of life, that's not the reason God made you.  You were created to add to life on earth, not just take from it."  HMM - coincidence I happen upon this - I think not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I came upon a passage written by Colleen Townsend Evans which read:&lt;br /&gt;"Jesus promises that satisfaction will come to those who seek the good things of God.  He says that they will be filled - not with an easy way of life, not with someting of limited value  that can be taken away from them... but with the joy and contentment that come from doing God's  will.  The filled people are the truly happy people in life"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, of course, Jesus said it best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessed are the poor in spirit, for theirs is the kingdom of heaven.&lt;br /&gt;Blessed are those who mourn, for they will be comforted.&lt;br /&gt;Blessed are the meek, for they will inherit the earth.&lt;br /&gt;Blessed are those who hunger and thirst for righteousness, for they will be filled.&lt;br /&gt;Blessed are the merciful, for they will be shown mercy.&lt;br /&gt;Blessed are the pure in heart, for they will see God.&lt;br /&gt;Blessed are the peacemakers, for they will be called sons of God.&lt;br /&gt;Blessed are those who are persecuted because of righteousness, for theirs is the kingdom of heaven.&lt;br /&gt;(Matthew 5:3-10)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Point to Ponder - Am I seeking my house, my furniture, my perfect paint color?  Or am I seeking salvation?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32633896-924826245197649384?l=mrsgibs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsgibs.blogspot.com/feeds/924826245197649384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32633896&amp;postID=924826245197649384&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32633896/posts/default/924826245197649384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32633896/posts/default/924826245197649384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsgibs.blogspot.com/2007/03/secret.html' title='The Secret'/><author><name>Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10875736885702516796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8146/3569/1600/P1000147.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32633896.post-4830502876883509505</id><published>2007-03-15T08:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-15T08:51:12.799-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Purple People Eater</title><content type='html'>As promised here are the pictures of Alanna and her purple hair.  I'm not sure you can tell how purple it really is but it's darn close.  I just love her to bits.&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_b63YC7vFQYk/Rflc4wOPFeI/AAAAAAAAAGA/ETSr8UnHDCk/s1600-h/princess+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_b63YC7vFQYk/Rflc4wOPFeI/AAAAAAAAAGA/ETSr8UnHDCk/s400/princess+015.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042163387905021410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_b63YC7vFQYk/Rflc5QOPFfI/AAAAAAAAAGI/CCrjVLb5wls/s1600-h/princess+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_b63YC7vFQYk/Rflc5QOPFfI/AAAAAAAAAGI/CCrjVLb5wls/s400/princess+016.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042163396494956018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's an old picture of Emerie I found.  This was at her dedication.  Can you believe how much she has changed!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_b63YC7vFQYk/Rflc5wOPFgI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/Vjb3-nEpQmA/s1600-h/P1000015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_b63YC7vFQYk/Rflc5wOPFgI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/Vjb3-nEpQmA/s400/P1000015.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042163405084890626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32633896-4830502876883509505?l=mrsgibs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsgibs.blogspot.com/feeds/4830502876883509505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32633896&amp;postID=4830502876883509505&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32633896/posts/default/4830502876883509505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32633896/posts/default/4830502876883509505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsgibs.blogspot.com/2007/03/purple-people-eater.html' title='Purple People Eater'/><author><name>Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10875736885702516796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8146/3569/1600/P1000147.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_b63YC7vFQYk/Rflc4wOPFeI/AAAAAAAAAGA/ETSr8UnHDCk/s72-c/princess+015.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32633896.post-8803590946129742597</id><published>2007-03-13T12:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-13T12:45:03.722-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Times A Changin'</title><content type='html'>Ah spring - a time of changes.  Diggin' the new look?  I figured a springy looking blog was in order.  I know spring has always been a time of change for me.  I can't make any really big changes in my life anymore without rocking the family boat a little too much so I have turned on my daughter.  I died Alanna'a hair purple last night.  (pictures to come)  I think it looks so great on her.  She loves it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it not the greatest feeling in the world to have your windows open and not feel cold or anything.  I am in such a good mood right now.  Spring really is my favorite time of year.  I just get that get up and go feeling (which could be bad because it can mean more trips to the mall out of desperation for something to do).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so this is probably the employee of the police station in me coming out - because it is getting nicer out the crime rate goes up without a doubt.  Not too much I can do about it personally (except blog about it, lol).  But it stemmed a thought.  I remember when I was a kid we didn't have to deal with half of what goes on now a days.  I can't imagine how baby boomers feel to see how much times have changed.  That being said, times have changed and with that so many more things are permissable now compared to even ten years ago.  Kids go to parties assuming that someone there with be carrying a weapon of some sort on them.  That was unheard of when I was a kid.  But, how much of this starts with the parents.  Do you think we allow our kids to get away with alot more than what our parents let us get away with.  For example have you seen how much movie ratings have changed in the last couple years.  Half of the PG rated movies I would never let Alanna watch.  Jonny and I watch virtually everything before we let Alanna watch it.  There was a scene in Monster House where the babysitter kicks her boyfriend out of the house with his bottle of beer, screaming at him that he needs to respect women more after the two of them were "giggling" on the couch.  And I can't tell you how many "childrens" movies have "adult" humor in them.  Is this so the parent can enjoy watching the cartoon with their kids?  You watch cartoons with your kid primarily for their enjoyment not yours.  That's whey there are kids shows and adult shows.  But if sexually suggestive dialogue is making it into the G rated movies I think we need to seriously examine what we as parents are letting into our kids lives.  No wonder times have changed so much - how many more teen pregnancies are there now compared to twenty years ago.  Maybe if we kept our kids at the old G ratings we wouldn't have X rated teenagers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That paragraph took a little bit of a different turn then I had originally anticipated but that's okay - I don't remember my original point - but I still agree with what I wrote.  Let me know what you parents out there think.  I know that some people have said that Jonny and I are extremely strict with our kids but honestly I think that my reasons are reasonably backed up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32633896-8803590946129742597?l=mrsgibs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsgibs.blogspot.com/feeds/8803590946129742597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32633896&amp;postID=8803590946129742597&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32633896/posts/default/8803590946129742597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32633896/posts/default/8803590946129742597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsgibs.blogspot.com/2007/03/times-changin.html' title='Times A Changin&apos;'/><author><name>Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10875736885702516796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8146/3569/1600/P1000147.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32633896.post-4286185828853012266</id><published>2007-03-09T11:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-09T11:49:35.851-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Free Boobs!!??</title><content type='html'>So this is the rumor of the week.  I heard through the grapevine that mothers may now be covered under Saskatchewan health for free breast lifts and tummy tucks.  Here's the deal.  If someone has had twins they are eligible for a tummy tuck and if they nurse they will throw in a free breast lift.  And for those who don't have twins - if you have nursed three babies then you too can qualify for a free breast life.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How stinkin' amazing is that?  It makes me seriously consider having that third baby that Jonny and I have been hmming and haing about.  I would wear a maternity shirt that clearly states "I'm doing it for the boobs".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did try to research really quickly about it and didn't find any evidence to support this rumor.  I didn't spend a lot of time on it though, so if anyone has any information on this please post it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my dear friends said it best (I'm assuming she would want to remain anonymous) "If I get stuck with three kids and no boobs I'm coming after someone!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32633896-4286185828853012266?l=mrsgibs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsgibs.blogspot.com/feeds/4286185828853012266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32633896&amp;postID=4286185828853012266&amp;isPopup=true' title='56 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32633896/posts/default/4286185828853012266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32633896/posts/default/4286185828853012266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsgibs.blogspot.com/2007/03/free-boobs.html' title='Free Boobs!!??'/><author><name>Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10875736885702516796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8146/3569/1600/P1000147.jpg'/></author><thr:total>56</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32633896.post-6196475952558851755</id><published>2007-03-06T09:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-06T09:25:36.531-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Velvet and Sandpaper</title><content type='html'>We all have known family or friends who bring out the worst in us instead of the best, rubbing us at just the wrong spots, uncovering our weaknesses rather than our strengths.  They're like sandpaper.  It is good to remember that Jesus encountered these sandpaper experiences at times even from within his inner circle.  It is also good to remember that one of his closest friends was one he knew would never understand him and would even betray him.  He was a constant sandpaper to Jesus, yet Jesus loved him daily as he did the others.  Even in this way he was laying down his life.  Since we are also loved sacrificially we are to lay down our lives for each other (1 John 3:16).&lt;br /&gt;But the Lord gives us others who are like velvet, whose words are comforting and supportive, and who really understand us.  They are the soft cushions we need when we are scraped with the "sandpapers" and can listen to us as we explore the weaknesses and needs they bring out in us.  They tangibly reveal God's perspective - just when we most need it.&lt;br /&gt;                                               - Kathy Narramore, Alice Hill&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32633896-6196475952558851755?l=mrsgibs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsgibs.blogspot.com/feeds/6196475952558851755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32633896&amp;postID=6196475952558851755&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32633896/posts/default/6196475952558851755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32633896/posts/default/6196475952558851755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsgibs.blogspot.com/2007/03/velvet-and-sandpaper.html' title='Velvet and Sandpaper'/><author><name>Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10875736885702516796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8146/3569/1600/P1000147.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32633896.post-4234388609342584208</id><published>2007-02-27T08:37:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-03T18:28:18.664-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Go Blades Go!</title><content type='html'>So Jonny's band was supposed to play in Regina on Friday but because the roads really sucked they ended up not going.  This turned out to be really great.  Jonny and I spent the whole day together.  We became mall rats for the day but it was nice just to hang out together.  Friday night we went with Torry to see Stomp the Yard.  Everybody warned us against it because the story line was just like You Got Served - um, hello, you don't go to a movie like that for the story line or the acting, you go for the dancing (which was better in You Got Served).  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday night was the best night we've had in a long time.  We took Alanna to a Saskatoon Blades game!  Now while I'm not the biggest hockey fan I really enjoy going to any live sporting event.  The best part really was watching Alanna.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first period made it really easy to get into the game.  Saskatoon scored three goals and there were two fights all in about 15 minutes.  We told Alanna that it is only okay to fight in hockey, and only if you are a "real" hockey player.  This made fer comfortable to stand up and yell "fight, fight, fight" at the appropriate times.  Her favorite part was the penalty box.  She loved the idea that these adults got a time out for doing bad things just like she does.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way home she said "this was the best family day in the whole part of my life"!  Made us feel like parents of the year.  She was also amazed that the Blades won 5 to 1, she says "boy the Americans must REALLY suck"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The photographer for Jonny's band is also the photographer for the Blades.  We were sitting up in the nose bleed section but he was up in the rafters and took a picture of us from there so that we would have a little momento of the evening.&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_b63YC7vFQYk/ReRD2z6upvI/AAAAAAAAAF0/ofH_TIMT35Y/s1600-h/FamilyFun.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_b63YC7vFQYk/ReRD2z6upvI/AAAAAAAAAF0/ofH_TIMT35Y/s400/FamilyFun.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036224892235589362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news after Heroes last night (which by the way was an excellent episode) a new series premiered called "The Black Donnelly's".  It's about five twenty something Irish-American boys who are involved in mod like activity.  It looks pretty good.  Normally I only commit myself to one tv series but I figure if it's going to be on right after Heroes it is okay to get involved in this one as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to chat n play now - catch you on the flip side (I wonder who ever invented that saying, it's really quite dumb)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32633896-4234388609342584208?l=mrsgibs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsgibs.blogspot.com/feeds/4234388609342584208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32633896&amp;postID=4234388609342584208&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32633896/posts/default/4234388609342584208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32633896/posts/default/4234388609342584208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsgibs.blogspot.com/2007/02/go-blades-go.html' title='Go Blades Go!'/><author><name>Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10875736885702516796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8146/3569/1600/P1000147.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_b63YC7vFQYk/ReRD2z6upvI/AAAAAAAAAF0/ofH_TIMT35Y/s72-c/FamilyFun.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32633896.post-7669193437591838328</id><published>2007-02-23T17:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-23T18:00:46.229-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Fire Resides Takes the Stage</title><content type='html'>This is really just a blog to brag about my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I went to the Fire Resides concert (the where opening for a UK band called Johnny Truent but for all intents and purposes to me it was the Fire Resides concert).  It was at Walker's nightclub, which is a real dive, I must say.  It was an all ages event so it was filled with teens.  I have discovered two things, teenagers are weird and they stink.  There was two little table fans on top of two speakers attempting to circulate air.  All it was doing was creating a gontlet of BO.  I have never seen so many pencil pants in my whole life and I have decided that they do not look good on anybody.  Despite all the things wrong with the location and the people there I must say I really enjoyed myself.  Fire Resides was great, I really like watching Jonny on stage, reminds me of why I married him. :)&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_b63YC7vFQYk/Rd9-E3rZNKI/AAAAAAAAAFE/tZCTxsqnbq0/s1600-h/Picture+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_b63YC7vFQYk/Rd9-E3rZNKI/AAAAAAAAAFE/tZCTxsqnbq0/s400/Picture+003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034881530554037410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the best pic I could get of the band as a whole.  Everybody did really well.  It was Jeremy's first time playing with them and I thought he did a great job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_b63YC7vFQYk/Rd9-FXrZNLI/AAAAAAAAAFM/c_Byncmw5no/s1600-h/Picture+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_b63YC7vFQYk/Rd9-FXrZNLI/AAAAAAAAAFM/c_Byncmw5no/s400/Picture+002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034881539143972018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They guys were supposed to play in Regina tonight but because of the stupid highways closing down they were unable to go.  It really sucks.  Jonny really wanted me to come with them and wouldn't shut up about it.  So Torry and I worked out a plan, because Jonny, Phil and Steve were going to leave at noon and Torry, Dave and Jeremy to follow at five I was going to jump in with Torry's group and surprise Jonny.  Needless to say the master plan was unable to be fulfilled.  Too bad, he would have been sooooo happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay on to my favorite topic, my babies.  I just have to say that Alanna is the best big sister in the whole world.  She is such a big help with Emerie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_b63YC7vFQYk/Rd9-FXrZNMI/AAAAAAAAAFU/O8EwIIzIT2A/s1600-h/Picture.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_b63YC7vFQYk/Rd9-FXrZNMI/AAAAAAAAAFU/O8EwIIzIT2A/s400/Picture.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034881539143972034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, can you say bedhead?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_b63YC7vFQYk/Rd9-FXrZNNI/AAAAAAAAAFc/MODt8wiBG5s/s1600-h/Picture+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_b63YC7vFQYk/Rd9-FXrZNNI/AAAAAAAAAFc/MODt8wiBG5s/s400/Picture+001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034881539143972050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32633896-7669193437591838328?l=mrsgibs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsgibs.blogspot.com/feeds/7669193437591838328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32633896&amp;postID=7669193437591838328&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32633896/posts/default/7669193437591838328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32633896/posts/default/7669193437591838328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsgibs.blogspot.com/2007/02/fire-resides-takes-stage.html' title='Fire Resides Takes the Stage'/><author><name>Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10875736885702516796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8146/3569/1600/P1000147.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_b63YC7vFQYk/Rd9-E3rZNKI/AAAAAAAAAFE/tZCTxsqnbq0/s72-c/Picture+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32633896.post-7828952793195467964</id><published>2007-02-20T13:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-20T13:33:59.434-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Weekend</title><content type='html'>So this weekend was the first ever "family" weekend.  I must say we had a pretty good weekend.  Alanna was gone to Melfort for the weekend but she was home from school the whole week before so we got to hang out.  On Friday I brought the girls sledding at the Cardinal Leger hill.  It was so much fun.  Jenna and her kids and my sister Kellyn and her kids came out as well.  They had so much fun.  It was funny to watch Emerie crawling around the top of the hill, she looked like a little cartoon character.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was Ava's 2nd birthday (this is my sister's baby for those who don't know).  So we had a little shindig at my mom's house for her. Alanna was pretty excited that she got to make it back in time for the party. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_b63YC7vFQYk/RdtIEXrZNGI/AAAAAAAAAEU/JD-LzjDBhHk/s1600-h/princess+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_b63YC7vFQYk/RdtIEXrZNGI/AAAAAAAAAEU/JD-LzjDBhHk/s400/princess+013.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033696248429360226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see the gigantic cake, there was like 8 of us there, three of which were  babies.  So we brought half of that cake home with us because they couldn't eat all of it.  Jonny brought it to work with him today and there is still a bunch that will be coming  back home with him.  It's a good thing I like cake.&lt;br /&gt;Jonny, Ronnie, and I took the kids sledding after the party as well.  We also brought my little cousin Kooper.  He just turned 3 and he is the tiniest little thing.  And sooo sweet.  He was so excited.  I went down the hill with Alanna and our sled got turned around so we were going backwards and I could see Kooper jumping up and down, he looked like a little jumping bean.  Everytime he jumped his knees just about touched his chin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was chat n' play day.  This is where mommies get together for coffee at the church and the kids get to play with eachother.  I got told twice today, for the first time ever, that Emerie looks like me.  This excites me greatly.  This is a picture of Emerie and Terran playing in the ball pit together.  How cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_b63YC7vFQYk/RdtJ1HrZNHI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Ut6cRARqJH8/s1600-h/princess+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_b63YC7vFQYk/RdtJ1HrZNHI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Ut6cRARqJH8/s400/princess+014.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033698185459610738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to add this picture of Emerie.  She fell asleep on me on Sunday so Gina took a picture of us.  The camera ended up waking her up and she shot the dirtiest look at Gina afterwards.  Pretty funny if you ask me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_b63YC7vFQYk/RdtJ1HrZNII/AAAAAAAAAEk/onM_UdVOSNw/s1600-h/princess+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_b63YC7vFQYk/RdtJ1HrZNII/AAAAAAAAAEk/onM_UdVOSNw/s400/princess+011.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033698185459610754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_b63YC7vFQYk/RdtKx3rZNJI/AAAAAAAAAEs/DMwLJNtxMDg/s1600-h/princess+012a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_b63YC7vFQYk/RdtKx3rZNJI/AAAAAAAAAEs/DMwLJNtxMDg/s400/princess+012a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033699229136663698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32633896-7828952793195467964?l=mrsgibs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsgibs.blogspot.com/feeds/7828952793195467964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32633896&amp;postID=7828952793195467964&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32633896/posts/default/7828952793195467964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32633896/posts/default/7828952793195467964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsgibs.blogspot.com/2007/02/family-weekend.html' title='Family Weekend'/><author><name>Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10875736885702516796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8146/3569/1600/P1000147.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_b63YC7vFQYk/RdtIEXrZNGI/AAAAAAAAAEU/JD-LzjDBhHk/s72-c/princess+013.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32633896.post-9155094442167432092</id><published>2007-02-17T23:23:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-17T23:23:16.386-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Eddie Murphy Micheal Jackson Wazupwitu</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/OTDp88njCig' name='movie'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/OTDp88njCig'&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32633896-9155094442167432092?l=mrsgibs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsgibs.blogspot.com/feeds/9155094442167432092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32633896&amp;postID=9155094442167432092&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32633896/posts/default/9155094442167432092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32633896/posts/default/9155094442167432092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsgibs.blogspot.com/2007/02/eddie-murphy-micheal-jackson-wazupwitu.html' title='Eddie Murphy Micheal Jackson Wazupwitu'/><author><name>Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10875736885702516796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8146/3569/1600/P1000147.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32633896.post-5528928014285999550</id><published>2007-02-15T21:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-15T22:03:40.650-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Smells Like Spring</title><content type='html'>It feels like such a long time since I've blogged about anything.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a lot to say in mind but it now seems as though I am drawing a blank.  I guess to start with today and work my way back would be a start.  Today it smells like spring outside today.  Oh how I love that smell.  It smells different outside, it smells different in the Jeep, and it is so nice to get that musty smell out of the house by opening the windows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Valentine's Day was yesterday.  I really enjoyed seeing everyone's pictures and hearing their stories and what not, but sadly the only thing I did yesterday was babysit during choir practice at the church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have been doing a lot of visiting lately.  It seems like almost every night we have either been out or had someone else over.  Friday after choir we went to BP's with Torry and Hirem.  Hirem is a riot.  I'm mad at Torry - he knows why ;)(this is just a side note and has nothing to do with us going out with him).  Anyway, Saturday we invited Phil over and told him to bring however he was hanging with to come as well - 9 youth later we had a party on our hands.  We played Taboo, it was pretty funny.  Torry came over that night as well.  Jeremy stayed at our place over the weekend - which is fine by me because he kept bringing miscellaneous Tim Horton's treats.  Jenn's birthday party was on Sunday evening and we had the best cake ever.  I have decided that Jenn will make cake for all major functions in the future - I have yet to clear this with her, I'm sure her cake was no trouble at all though.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really just rambling now - I don't have anything in particular to blog about - just playing catch up I guess.  I hope everyone is doing well out there in blogger land - good night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32633896-5528928014285999550?l=mrsgibs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsgibs.blogspot.com/feeds/5528928014285999550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32633896&amp;postID=5528928014285999550&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32633896/posts/default/5528928014285999550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32633896/posts/default/5528928014285999550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsgibs.blogspot.com/2007/02/smells-like-spring.html' title='Smells Like Spring'/><author><name>Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10875736885702516796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8146/3569/1600/P1000147.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32633896.post-5479004536727116751</id><published>2007-02-09T08:14:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-08T19:59:44.713-06:00</updated><title type='text'>God's Art</title><content type='html'>This seems pretty amazing.  Let me know what you guys think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://tinyurl.com/yxewot&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32633896-5479004536727116751?l=mrsgibs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsgibs.blogspot.com/feeds/5479004536727116751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32633896&amp;postID=5479004536727116751&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32633896/posts/default/5479004536727116751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32633896/posts/default/5479004536727116751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsgibs.blogspot.com/2007/02/gods-art.html' title='God&apos;s Art'/><author><name>Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10875736885702516796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8146/3569/1600/P1000147.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32633896.post-758204130551741750</id><published>2007-02-07T12:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T13:19:51.378-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Feb 7 Part 2</title><content type='html'>I saw something on the news at noon and it has concerned me enough that I just need to get a few things off my chest. Please be warned that I am expressing my opinion in the following paragraphs, which is dangerous all on its own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A baby girl was wrapped in a towel and a sleeping bag and abandoned on someone's back doorstep in the north end of the city this week.  This baby was only a few hours old.  So new in fact that it still had the umbilical cord still attached to her.  On the day that this baby was left outside in the temp was -29 (-39 with windchill).  Luckily she was found only after being outside for what they suspect was 15 minutes or so. Thankfully baby Jane Doe (as she is referred as) is in perfect health and it is now being decided on where she will be placed for care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reports that I have read have been very sympathetic to the mother in saying that she was young and confused, etc.  She is being given the opportunity to go to court and possibly have the child placed back in her care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ummm HELLO!!!!  First of all the mother is 18 years old.  Is that not legally an adult?  I was 17 when I had Alanna and I had enough sense to know that if I didn't know what to do with a baby I could still go to the hospital and then set the baby up for adoption.  Even in the delirious moments you have after giving birth that I know every mother has had are you confused enough to put your baby on someone's doorstep.  Obviously there is something seriously wrong with this poor young lady.  It is my opinion that she is not in a proper state of mind where she is able to care for another life.  I mean, how many chances does someone get when it comes to putting the life of a defenseless human being in their care before they end up killing or seriously damaging the poor thing.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's what gets me.  Today on the news a survey was taken on whether the parents should face criminal charges and only 14% of Saskatchewan's said that there should be.  What is wrong with you people who participated in this survey?  &lt;br /&gt;Canadian Law states:&lt;br /&gt;Every one who unlawfully abandons or exposes a child who is under the age of ten years, so that its life is or is likely to be endangered or its health is or is likely to be permanently injured, is guilty of an indictable offence and liable to imprisonment for a term not exceeding two years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, let's play devil's advocate and say that she had a lapse in judgement and is really a great person and just didn't have anywhere to turn and she really felt as if this was the best thing for the baby.  Maybe she even knew the people who lived in the house where she dropped the baby off and knew that they would take care of the baby or at least know what to do.  She still did the wrong thing.  Even if it was a huge mistake, it was still a criminal mistake.  If someone gets plastered and makes the stupid decision to drive and then hits someone, even though it was a stupid mistake do the not deserve to go to jail?  I think so.  There still needs to be consequences to her actions and I don't think that a fine or community service is sufficient (isnt' that for vandelism or something).  And by making the claim that maybe she didn't know any better just doesn't cut it for me.  Sorry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32633896-758204130551741750?l=mrsgibs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsgibs.blogspot.com/feeds/758204130551741750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32633896&amp;postID=758204130551741750&amp;isPopup=true' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32633896/posts/default/758204130551741750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32633896/posts/default/758204130551741750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsgibs.blogspot.com/2007/02/feb-7-part-2.html' title='Feb 7 Part 2'/><author><name>Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10875736885702516796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8146/3569/1600/P1000147.jpg'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32633896.post-2022740578224008368</id><published>2007-02-07T09:07:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T09:56:36.361-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hum Drum</title><content type='html'>I feel like I have disappeared completely.  I haven't really left my house in a week.  I haven't talked to anybody.  Am I a little stir crazy?  You betcha!  This past week has been sooooo long.  Everybody in my house has been sick.  I had it really bad last week and now it seems to be just the kids.  Jonny had a little bout over the weekend.  Plus for some reason our car will start at night but not in the morning so Jonny has been taking my Jeep so I haven't had a vehicle to go anywhere during the day.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things that I have discovered in the past week:&lt;br /&gt;- I get high on Dayquill&lt;br /&gt;- Dexter is amazing&lt;br /&gt;- I have lost 4lbs going to Curves&lt;br /&gt;- If you really need some quality time with the fam everyone should get sick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a couple of things coming up in the next week so I am looking forward to being out of my house.  Maybe I will have more to blog about next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#999999" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Movie Of Your Life Is An Indie Flick&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CCCCCC"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/ifyourlifewasamoviewhatgenrewoulditbequiz/indie-flick.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You do things your own way - and it's made for colorful times.&lt;br /&gt;Your life hasn't turned out how anyone expected, thank goodness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your best movie matches: Clerks, Garden State, Napoleon Dynamite&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/ifyourlifewasamoviewhatgenrewoulditbequiz/"&gt;If Your Life Was a Movie, What Genre Would It Be?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32633896-2022740578224008368?l=mrsgibs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsgibs.blogspot.com/feeds/2022740578224008368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32633896&amp;postID=2022740578224008368&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32633896/posts/default/2022740578224008368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32633896/posts/default/2022740578224008368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsgibs.blogspot.com/2007/02/hum-drum.html' title='Hum Drum'/><author><name>Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10875736885702516796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8146/3569/1600/P1000147.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32633896.post-1069721013041587833</id><published>2007-01-30T09:04:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-30T09:30:09.684-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Anonymous</title><content type='html'>I feel that I should address yesterday's comment made by an anonymous blogger.  Although the comments didn't hurt me in anyway I still found them to be extremely rude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My seven year old daughter has had some experience with bullies lately and so I have often referred to my mothers advice when I was a kid.  I'm sure many of you were given the same advice where your attacker is just jealous of you.  It's so true.  Now I am definately no saint and I have made fun and even went as far as to bully someone else.  When I think back to the occassions where I had been incredibly rude to someone I was usually making fun of the pretty or popular girl or the girl who was dating the boy that I wanted to be dating.  So after thinking about this I am a little bit flattered by yesterday's comments.  Obviously this person found something in my blog's or something about me (if they know who I am) and because of this they felt the need to try to tear me down.  I know that Kristin and Jenna, two friends of mine, had anonymous comments on their blogs as well and really I can't think of any real reason why someone would want to tear them apart either unless it was jealousy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoever you are I think that you are nothing but a coward.  Anonymous, I challenge you to say who you are.  If you are someone that I know, get it out in the open.  If you are some random person then what does it really matter.  I do want you to know that regardless of who you are I do forgive you and I have said a prayer for you.  I'm sorry that you are in a place in your life where you feel the need to try and tear people down to make yourself feel better.  I want you to know that God is there for you and if you let him he will help you get to know him and in turn help you get to know yourself.  When that happens I think you will find that you are not as nasty as you appear to be.  I think you will find the good in yourself and others around you.  When that day comes I invite you to comment on my blog again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clara Barton, the founder ot he American Red Cross, was reminded one day of a vicious deed that someone had done to her years before.  But she acted as if she had never heard of the incident.&lt;br /&gt;"Don't you remember it?" her friend asked.&lt;br /&gt;"No," came Barton's reply. "I distinctly remember forgetting it."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32633896-1069721013041587833?l=mrsgibs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsgibs.blogspot.com/feeds/1069721013041587833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32633896&amp;postID=1069721013041587833&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32633896/posts/default/1069721013041587833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32633896/posts/default/1069721013041587833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsgibs.blogspot.com/2007/01/dear-anonymous.html' title='Dear Anonymous'/><author><name>Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10875736885702516796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8146/3569/1600/P1000147.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32633896.post-3279831815121479092</id><published>2007-01-26T10:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-26T11:18:42.150-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Spending Money</title><content type='html'>Ever notice how I binge and purge when it comes to blogging?  lol  I really don't have anything on my mind today but Riki was apparently bored with Ellen and Gladys so this is soley for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm, let's see.  I won clothing club on Tuesday which was very exciting for me.  Jesus and I had a chat before clothing club and it was decided that if I won then I would use the money to buy a membership at a gym.  Apparently it's God's will that I get back in shape.  So yesterday was my first day at Curves.  I never would have signed up there if I didn't have that lump sum of money to spend.  Can you believe that it is $199 just to sign up, plus $45 a month after that.  The have a deal on right now where it was only $147 to sign up and I get the first month free, so that softened the blow.  But what a delightful little place that is.  Right off the bat I knew one person there that I used to work with.  But then the lady that was showing me how to use the equipment knew me from when Jonny and I ran our little party business.  Actually, her friend was Jonny's stalker (seriously), but I didn't bring that up.  But I really did enjoy the workout, it's very different than going to the gym and being scared of all the machines and all the gynetically altered people using them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news - the new Walmart is now open.  Wow!  Even if you do not live on this side of the city, it is worth the trip across.  This is probably the biggest store I have ever been in, in my whole life.  I was on a mission when I went there so I didn't get to really explore, but I think a day trip is in order.  I particularly enjoyed checking myself out.  The only frustrating part was standing in line to check myself out - honestly, some people should not be allowed around technology of any kind, and they should know who they are.  And there is no counter to place your items on so if you have quite a bit of things to purchase, please spare everyone else and go to a regular check out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time for a quiz?  I think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Slanguage Profile&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatslanguagedoyouspeakquiz/canadian.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Canadian Slang: 75%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;British Slang: 50%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aussie Slang: 25%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Southern Slang: 25%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New England Slang: 0%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prison Slang: 0%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatslanguagedoyouspeakquiz/"&gt;What Slanguage Do You Speak?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32633896-3279831815121479092?l=mrsgibs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsgibs.blogspot.com/feeds/3279831815121479092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32633896&amp;postID=3279831815121479092&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32633896/posts/default/3279831815121479092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32633896/posts/default/3279831815121479092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsgibs.blogspot.com/2007/01/ever-notice-how-i-binge-and-purge-when.html' title='Spending Money'/><author><name>Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10875736885702516796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8146/3569/1600/P1000147.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32633896.post-4694754263943084281</id><published>2007-01-19T20:18:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-19T20:18:21.487-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ellen Calls Gladys</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/8Ja0fsYOHU8' name='movie'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/8Ja0fsYOHU8'&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32633896-4694754263943084281?l=mrsgibs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsgibs.blogspot.com/feeds/4694754263943084281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32633896&amp;postID=4694754263943084281&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32633896/posts/default/4694754263943084281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32633896/posts/default/4694754263943084281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsgibs.blogspot.com/2007/01/ellen-calls-gladys.html' title='Ellen Calls Gladys'/><author><name>Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10875736885702516796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8146/3569/1600/P1000147.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32633896.post-1315473222729961359</id><published>2007-01-19T09:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-19T10:03:57.702-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Not Easy Being Green</title><content type='html'>I feel like I haven't connected with anyone in a couple of days.  Do you ever feel really lonely even when you are surrounded by people?  I took a blog quiz today to brighten my mood.  It was really accurate I thought.  It uses your astrological sign so be warned, but it was fun never the less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Rising Sign is Gemini&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsyourrisingsignquiz/gemini.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You often feel torn between two dominant personalities.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you're adaptable and friendly; other times indecisive and unsure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter what, you're the life of the party or conversation.&lt;br /&gt;Witty and talkative, you entertain with your stories and gossip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a bit difficult for you to finish what you start - jobs, friendships, relationships...&lt;br /&gt;There's so much you want to try. You often bite off more than you can chew.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/whatsyourrisingsignquiz/"&gt;What's Your Rising Sign?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went to Saskatoon Business College and graduated from there in 2002.  Now SBC is having their 100 year anniversary.  I'm intrigued about this little shindig because I've never been to a school reunion type thingy.  Here's my dilemma - My school term at the school was only 9 months.  I am still in contact with only two people that went there.  Althought neither of them were in any of my classes, nor did they even attend at the same time as me.  The cost of the tickets are $60.  Is it worth it to spend $60 on an event of this type?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My New Years resolution was to loose weight (just like the rest of the world).  But the second part to my resolution is to not be sad if I don't.  So from here on the code name for fat will be green.  After my childhood icon Kermit the Frog, who had body issues of his own.  So I told my parents that I wanted to join Curves because it seems to have worked for so many people that I know and everyone loves it.  My Dad(Ron) asked me if I was having a mid life crisis.  To which my mother followed up with don't waste your money.  I'm not sure what to think of these words of advice and encouragement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heroes starts up again on Monday night.  This is a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So because The View makes me so angry I have decided to watch Ellen more faithfully.  She is hilarious.  But even more funny than Ellen herself is the lady (Gladys) that she talked to on the phone yesterday.  So stinken funny.  Before I give it away I am going to try to find a clip of it.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as bloggers you can appreciate how when people comment on your blog it makes you smile.  So the other day I was talking to Jonny about my blog.  He does not regularly read my blog and I was giving him grief about it.  I told him to read my blog and leave me a comment because it makes me happy and as my husband it is his job to make me happy.  So he read my blog but did not leave a comment.  So I told him I was going to start writing nasty things about him in my blog.  Which I really don't have any nasty things to really say about him.  But I thought to story was worth blogging about.  So you all should just scowl at him and tell him about the story you read about him in my blog and you can't believe how aweful he is.  Make him think I'm writing horrible things about him.  I just realized how lame that sounds.  I suspect that Jenn and possibly Lisa will actually do this because they are usually up for anything that may make fun of Jonny in any way.  I really enjoy that about them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32633896-1315473222729961359?l=mrsgibs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsgibs.blogspot.com/feeds/1315473222729961359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32633896&amp;postID=1315473222729961359&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32633896/posts/default/1315473222729961359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32633896/posts/default/1315473222729961359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsgibs.blogspot.com/2007/01/its-not-easy-being-green.html' title='It&apos;s Not Easy Being Green'/><author><name>Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10875736885702516796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8146/3569/1600/P1000147.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32633896.post-2245426201384904089</id><published>2007-01-18T13:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-18T13:45:16.765-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Blah</title><content type='html'>What a querky day this has been.  But first I shall start with a picture of my baby, because she is not pulling up on furniture all by herself.  What a doll.&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_b63YC7vFQYk/Ra_MsrVvXBI/AAAAAAAAADw/2oR4aHvwb3k/s1600-h/princess+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_b63YC7vFQYk/Ra_MsrVvXBI/AAAAAAAAADw/2oR4aHvwb3k/s320/princess+002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5021457177461611538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm listening to the 90s music station on the tv.  This station is one of my greater joys in life.  Sweat by Inner Circle is on right now.  Makes me want to groove.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister called me today from the university and the first thing she asks me is what time it is here.  I wasn't aware that the university and my house were in different time zones.  It turns out that she showed up for class two hours early and walked in on some other lecture.  How funny for me to know that.  It resulted in us being able to have coffee together this morning.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as some of you know we were having problems with our digital tv and internet in that it almost always couldn't find a signal.  So we upgraded out internet and tv speed.  I'm happy to say that the tv has been alot better but my internet is so stupid.  It is definately faster but it still has trouble connecting.  But on the bright side it tells me that it's not working at a faster speed now.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, everyone please say a prayer for me.  I decided to apply on a new position at the police station.  It would mean a substantial raise for me and there are three permanent positions available and they are only one step up from where I am now.  (yes I know I was supposed to be looking for a way to stay home, but money talks don't it?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is pictures of my princesses:&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_b63YC7vFQYk/Ra_MsrVvXCI/AAAAAAAAAD4/abl6AUoUhPU/s1600-h/princess+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_b63YC7vFQYk/Ra_MsrVvXCI/AAAAAAAAAD4/abl6AUoUhPU/s320/princess+001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5021457177461611554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_b63YC7vFQYk/Ra_Ms7VvXDI/AAAAAAAAAEA/IaQyMEMxvlc/s1600-h/princess+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_b63YC7vFQYk/Ra_Ms7VvXDI/AAAAAAAAAEA/IaQyMEMxvlc/s320/princess+003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5021457181756578866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32633896-2245426201384904089?l=mrsgibs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsgibs.blogspot.com/feeds/2245426201384904089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32633896&amp;postID=2245426201384904089&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32633896/posts/default/2245426201384904089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32633896/posts/default/2245426201384904089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsgibs.blogspot.com/2007/01/blah.html' title='Blah'/><author><name>Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10875736885702516796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8146/3569/1600/P1000147.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_b63YC7vFQYk/Ra_MsrVvXBI/AAAAAAAAADw/2oR4aHvwb3k/s72-c/princess+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32633896.post-1500829599415843674</id><published>2007-01-15T09:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-15T10:04:57.311-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Just a Girl</title><content type='html'>Martin Luther King Jr day today.  Today on the View they talked about where were you when MLKJ was assasinated.  I obviously was not around at this time.  Jonny's parents were actually stayed only a couple of blocks away from where it happened that day.  How scary would that be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's Quote &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If a man is called to be a streetsweeper, he should sweep streets even as Michelangelo painted, or Beethoven composed music, or Shakespeare wrote poetry. He should sweep streets so well that all the hosts of heaven and earth will pause and say, here lived a great streetsweeper who did his job well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Martin Luther King, Jr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the longest time I struggled with what God's purpose for me was.  Honestly I was very jealous of my husband.  He is SO talented musically and being able to reach people through his music and help lead them to Christ.  For the longest time I just felt like "Jonny's wife" and my only job was to support him.  While I love my husband very deeply it isn't very much fun to be simply defined as your husband's wife.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of my prayers and conversations with God were really based around what I could do to serve God.  God communicates with me mostly through my dreams and all I ever dreamt about during this time was being a mom.  This frustrated me.  God, anybody can be a mother.  Why is my only purpose just to be a mother.  I was talking about this to my sister in law and she kind of reprimanded me for this way of thinking.  She said to NEVER think of yourself as JUST a mother.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a mother it is not just your job to pop out babies.  Anybody can do that.  It takes someone special to be a great mother.  If God wants me to JUST be a mother I'm going to be the best mother I possibly can.  So I took this concept to the rest of my life.  Like youth group, for example.  I wanted to help lead these kids to Christ by being their friend.  So now listening to want God wanted me to do I started to talk to the kids as more of a mother type figure rather than a friend.  The results have been tremendous for me.  I have found that not only are the kids more comfortable in talking with me but I am more comfortable with myself.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I first became a youth leader I bought a bible cover that said "Folow the Leader" on it.  It took me a full year to realize that the leader was not me.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I know that not only do I have to do the things that God wants me to do but I have to do them the way God wants me to do them as well.  Now that I have found my own way of doing things (or God's way, really) I find that I am not jealous of Jonny anymore nor am I just his wife.  I am me, and that includes being his wife and a mother, among many many other things.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32633896-1500829599415843674?l=mrsgibs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsgibs.blogspot.com/feeds/1500829599415843674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32633896&amp;postID=1500829599415843674&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32633896/posts/default/1500829599415843674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32633896/posts/default/1500829599415843674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsgibs.blogspot.com/2007/01/im-just-girl.html' title='I&apos;m Just a Girl'/><author><name>Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10875736885702516796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8146/3569/1600/P1000147.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32633896.post-3687606742852566722</id><published>2007-01-12T11:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-12T11:32:14.529-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Isn't It Ironic?</title><content type='html'>So there is cold warnings in Saskatoon today.  Last I checked it was -40 with the windchill.  So I am keeping Alanna home today.  Jonny has the Jeep and there is no way I'm going to make her stand in the snow waiting for a bus.  I hate being stuck in my house.  I don't have anywhere in particular that I'd like to go but it's nice to at least have the option.  I discovered that the outside door was open earlier this morning and when I went to pull is shut my hand froze to the door handle instantly.  That's cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonny is going to youth tonight - I'm not going there either because Jonny has to be there at 5:30 and then has a photo shoot at the church afterwards with his band.  That just seems like a really long time to be at the church with 2 kids especially when I have to go outside to get there.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So because it sucks outside I'm making and keep me warm inside supper tonight.  Even thought it'll just be me and the kids.  I'll make home made apple cider (courtesy of Epicure), roast beast (as Alanna calls it), smashed potatoes, and some kind of cake with hot sauce for dessert.  Makes being stuck at home a little worthwhile.  The roast beast is in the slow cooker so I will feel hungry the entire day having to smell it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched Fraggle Rock today.  We just added the kids package to our TV and I was not aware that Fraggle Rock was still airing.  That kind of made my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a little something to make your day a little brighter:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CCCCCC" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your 1996 Theme Song Is: Ironic by Alanis Morisette&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsyour1996themesongquiz/ironic.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like rain on your wedding day&lt;br /&gt;It's a free ride when you've already paid&lt;br /&gt;It's the good advice that you just didn't take&lt;br /&gt;Who would've thought ... it figures&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/whatsyour1996themesongquiz/"&gt;What's Your 1996 Theme Song?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only one of my favorite songs/artists of all time.  Could I be any happier?  I submit that I could not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32633896-3687606742852566722?l=mrsgibs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsgibs.blogspot.com/feeds/3687606742852566722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32633896&amp;postID=3687606742852566722&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32633896/posts/default/3687606742852566722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32633896/posts/default/3687606742852566722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsgibs.blogspot.com/2007/01/isnt-it-ironic.html' title='Isn&apos;t It Ironic?'/><author><name>Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10875736885702516796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8146/3569/1600/P1000147.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32633896.post-8384016823781298360</id><published>2007-01-10T19:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-10T20:13:55.069-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Great Storm of 2007</title><content type='html'>Holy Hanna!  When I'm 70 years old I'm going to be telling my great grandkids about the great blizzard of 2007!  Ha Ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the day started out that Jonny didn't think that he would make it out to work with the car so he took my Jeep (with my car seat in it).  Leaving me stranded at home (not that I would have went anywhere anyways).  Things got really ugly out really fast.  The day turned out to be filled with little adventures.  All of which happened over the phone for me, but still made my day a little more exciting.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At about 11am my neighbors (who were very rude to us previously this winter season if you recall) phoned and asked if I would go out and shovel  their walk this afternoon.  I replied with - I will but you'd have to wait until tomorrow at least because there is a blizzard outside.  She was like - oh, cuz we wanted to go out today and wanted the walk cleared.  She apparently has a bad back and is unable to shovel herself.  However I did find the story amusing.  About half an hour later I looked outside to see the guy across the street attempting to shovel his driveway.  He would pick up a shovel full and throw it off to the side only to have it all blow back in his face.  I watched for half an hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonny phoned at about 1ish to say that they were snowed in there and that he would be spending the night at work.  Good thing he works in a mattress factory, I say.  They walked over to Costco to get supplies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alanna's school buses quit running so now that Jonny was stuck and I had no vehicle I was in a bit of a pickle.  Thank God for friends like Ang and James who go out rescuing and keeping children over night.  I know mine was not the only kid they rescued today.  Really I can't even imagine what would have happened to Alanna if it weren't for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mid afternoon I watched the mailman trudge through the snow to deliver my junk mail.  Thank you Mr. Postman but was it really worth it?  I can't believe Canada Post would have their delivery people out on a day like today.  Is anybody's mail really worth someone walking around in this?  I don't think so.  At this time I also noted the line up of semi's on my street as I live right off the highway they must have been seeking refuge from the storm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched the news today and Mr. Mayor was on and during his shpeal he said something about this not being a state of emergency.  Although I am well aware that things could be worse this was a little bit of an emergency for me.  My family has been completely separated and quite frankly it really sucks.  Jonny will be home late tonight as things are starting to clear up and he really does not want to stay overnight but the storm still kept Alanna away.  I wonder how many kids really got stuck at school and will have to either spend the night or not make it home until really late.  How scary would that be for a little kid.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But all in all I thank God for looking after my family and keeping everyone safe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32633896-8384016823781298360?l=mrsgibs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsgibs.blogspot.com/feeds/8384016823781298360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32633896&amp;postID=8384016823781298360&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32633896/posts/default/8384016823781298360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32633896/posts/default/8384016823781298360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsgibs.blogspot.com/2007/01/great-storm-of-2007.html' title='The Great Storm of 2007'/><author><name>Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10875736885702516796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8146/3569/1600/P1000147.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32633896.post-703332500857845003</id><published>2007-01-10T10:58:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-10T11:11:26.063-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Weather Outside Is Frightful</title><content type='html'>I take full credit for Heroes winning best new dramatic show at the People's Choice Awards.  I know it was because of the thousands of people that read my blog that they won.  Thank you to all of my faithful readers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is blizzarding outside right now.  Yuck!  I don't like the fact that Alanna walks to and from the bus alone on morning like this.  But I'm pretty sure that I would like it less to have to bring the baby out in this weather.  I would drive her but our meager little car would never get Jonny to work and so I am vehicleless.  Is it too neurotic of me to have phoned the school this morning just to make sure that the bus got her and brought her to school?  I don't think so.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I realized that there is a serious lack of humor in my life.  TV wise I mean.  Since the ending of Will and Grace, Friends and Everybody Loves Raymond I have not got into any comedies.  TV land is seriously bogged down with dramas, crime scene and reality shows.  Don't get me wrong - I love them but I need some humor in my life.  What sitcoms have you bloggers really gotten in to?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will leave you with a picture of Jonny putting in some quality time with Emerie.  I thought it was cute.  &lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_b63YC7vFQYk/RaUdSrVvXAI/AAAAAAAAADk/uiGB3psn7T0/s1600-h/New+Years+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_b63YC7vFQYk/RaUdSrVvXAI/AAAAAAAAADk/uiGB3psn7T0/s320/New+Years+001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018449566483045378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32633896-703332500857845003?l=mrsgibs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsgibs.blogspot.com/feeds/703332500857845003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32633896&amp;postID=703332500857845003&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32633896/posts/default/703332500857845003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32633896/posts/default/703332500857845003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsgibs.blogspot.com/2007/01/weather-outside-is-frightful.html' title='The Weather Outside Is Frightful'/><author><name>Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10875736885702516796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8146/3569/1600/P1000147.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_b63YC7vFQYk/RaUdSrVvXAI/AAAAAAAAADk/uiGB3psn7T0/s72-c/New+Years+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32633896.post-4498753742975439458</id><published>2007-01-08T09:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-08T09:27:15.582-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I Heart Owen!</title><content type='html'>I took two quizzes today.  I like little quizzes, how fun.  Firstly I took an IQ test - I wanted to post the site here but I lost the quiz.  Anyway, I found out that my IQ is 124 and that I have a higher IQ than the average American in any state.  Whoda thunk!&lt;br /&gt;Next quiz was what celebrity is my soul mate. http://web.tickle.com/tests/celebritysoulmate/?c=50914&amp;test=celebritysoulmateogt&lt;br /&gt;Turns out that I have a real connection with Owen Wilson - I've always sensed that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now that it's the new year I feel like it is the countdown to going back to work.  I really don't want to go back to work.  But at the same time &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AAAHHHH!!  Just now while I was typing Emerie pulled up on to her knees and crawled!!!  How exciting - I need to make some phone calls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm back.  To continue....at the same time I know that I have a really good position at the police station and I don't want to lose that.  Do any working moms (or not working moms) have any advice on how to make this work for me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also I would like to say how proud I am of Jonny and his bandmates.  It looks like they are going to be signed by a record label in the weeks to come.  What a huge thing for a band that hasn't even been together for a year yet.  Maybe they will become rich and famous and I won't have to work at all.  Wouldn't that be something.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32633896-4498753742975439458?l=mrsgibs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsgibs.blogspot.com/feeds/4498753742975439458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32633896&amp;postID=4498753742975439458&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32633896/posts/default/4498753742975439458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32633896/posts/default/4498753742975439458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsgibs.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-heart-owen.html' title='I Heart Owen!'/><author><name>Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10875736885702516796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8146/3569/1600/P1000147.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32633896.post-7373741141526418936</id><published>2007-01-05T18:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-05T18:40:41.002-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What the ?</title><content type='html'>Okay, has anyone seen the commercial about the square bagels?  There is a part in the commercial where it says that the bagels come in a fun new shape so that kids will like it.  Since when is square fun or new?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And why, when I go to the store and buy five bags of chips does the cashier cram four bags into one grocery bag and then only one bag of chips in the other.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And why is it that some celebrity being the first to get her nips accidentally caught on camera make headline news?  Do we really have nothing better to talk about?  And furthermore, is it really an accident?  Celebrity's nips seem to come out all the time.  I assure you that mine never accidentally make an appearance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also find it humerous that when people are on holidays but don't actually go anywhere they become stalkers without really realizing it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it when children want to watch tv with you they feel the need to sit ON you and not beside you?  And I don't mean just my kids on my lap.  If my kid takes a liking to someone she will sit on their lap too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, go to nbc's website and vote for Heroes for best new TV drama.  If you haven't been watching you can watch all the episodes thus far on the website - there have only been 11 I think.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32633896-7373741141526418936?l=mrsgibs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsgibs.blogspot.com/feeds/7373741141526418936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32633896&amp;postID=7373741141526418936&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32633896/posts/default/7373741141526418936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32633896/posts/default/7373741141526418936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsgibs.blogspot.com/2007/01/what.html' title='What the ?'/><author><name>Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10875736885702516796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8146/3569/1600/P1000147.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32633896.post-6534144487564691667</id><published>2007-01-02T21:39:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-02T21:41:16.070-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Just For Mom</title><content type='html'>So my mom pointed out today that I never write about her.  So I just want everyone to know that I have the greatest mommy in the world and I love her very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope your reading this mom.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32633896-6534144487564691667?l=mrsgibs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsgibs.blogspot.com/feeds/6534144487564691667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32633896&amp;postID=6534144487564691667&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32633896/posts/default/6534144487564691667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32633896/posts/default/6534144487564691667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsgibs.blogspot.com/2007/01/just-for-mom.html' title='Just For Mom'/><author><name>Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10875736885702516796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8146/3569/1600/P1000147.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32633896.post-108023006279515745</id><published>2007-01-01T19:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-01T20:23:26.723-06:00</updated><title type='text'>2006 In Review</title><content type='html'>Wow, another year gone by.  Does anyone ever feel that the older we get the faster the years start to go by?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A quick recap of my year:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;January - Alanna (after begging us for five months) was baptised at Elim.  Originally we thought she might be too young to catch the real meaning behind being baptised.  But after alot of persuasion on her part we realized - who are we to stop someone from being baptised no matter how young they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;March - Was our very first wedding anniversary.  We didn't do to much but we didn't need to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April - My cousin Scott got married.  This was the first of six weddings that we were invited to this year.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May - We celebrated Jonny's 30th birthday.  We had a picnic in my parents backyard.  By the end of the night is was just the Eagle's, the Barnstable's, and the Gibson's freezing our buns off around the fire pit sharing a single chocolate bar that Jonny got for his birthday.  I believe that was his only gift. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June - My beautiful baby girl Emerie Ruth was born on June 9th.  Not, of course, without two weeks of false labor first.  There was also Geetan's wedding, as well as Jonny's old girlfriends wedding that we DJ'd - I know some of you will remember me talking about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July - Courtney and Lee got married.  Jonny was the MC, we had a lot of fun because Jonny and I wrote a song for them which Jonny performed right before the dance started.  Tim's 30th birthday was in and around here somewhere - I can't remember which month it was exactly because as you all know I lost my marbles after having the baby.  Still looking for them if anyone happens to see them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;August - My beautiful big girl Alanna Denise celebrated birthday number 7 on August 9th.  My cousin Shannon was also married this month.  I just realized that there may have been another wedding that I haven't mentioned that happened before this point and I can't for the life of me remember who it is.  If it is someone that reads my blog - I am SO SORRY!  Although I think this was the month that my cousin Elise got engaged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;September - First I think was Riki and Todd's wedding (also this night they conceived their first baby which is due in June - I thought you all might like to know that - ha ha Riki).  This month was our move from the apartment into the duplex and Nigel moved in with us.  Also The Chapman's and the Miller's had their babies on the very same day.  This was definately the year of the baby - there was more babies born this year that I know of and I couldn't possibly go through them all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;October - My 25th birthday - where Jonny tried to surprise me with my new headboard and footboard but the day before the delivery I found the receipt on my dresser.  And he has the nerve to say that I shouldn't be snooping around on my dresser.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;December - This was a really busy month.  There was the Elim Christmas production as well as the children's production the week after.  Christmas was great and busy.   But New Year's Eve was the highlight of my December for sure.  Barnstable's (or should I say Ronald and Iguana Trump) hosted a murder mystery party and it was so much fun.  There was drama and gambling and of course murder.  I learned how to play craps (or our version of it anyways).  These are the pictures that I have.  I can't wait to see everyone else's pictures.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_b63YC7vFQYk/RZm5anRPSOI/AAAAAAAAACE/gOTkx-Mvyi4/s1600-h/New+Years+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_b63YC7vFQYk/RZm5anRPSOI/AAAAAAAAACE/gOTkx-Mvyi4/s320/New+Years+002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015243526922782946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yes, the king is alive.  Elvis won for bessed dressed.  It's hard to make out but dressed up as Elvis is Pastor John.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_b63YC7vFQYk/RZm5a3RPSPI/AAAAAAAAACM/_ASFw6MqYaU/s1600-h/New+Years+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_b63YC7vFQYk/RZm5a3RPSPI/AAAAAAAAACM/_ASFw6MqYaU/s320/New+Years+003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015243531217750258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here was our gracious host for the evening Ronald Trump.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_b63YC7vFQYk/RZm5bHRPSQI/AAAAAAAAACU/JkxiR4jreh0/s1600-h/New+Years+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_b63YC7vFQYk/RZm5bHRPSQI/AAAAAAAAACU/JkxiR4jreh0/s320/New+Years+004.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015243535512717570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The supposed richest man at the party (next to of course Ronald), Ace High, who was later on murdered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_b63YC7vFQYk/RZm5bXRPSRI/AAAAAAAAACc/wm639pRHsTA/s1600-h/New+Years+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_b63YC7vFQYk/RZm5bXRPSRI/AAAAAAAAACc/wm639pRHsTA/s320/New+Years+005.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015243539807684882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The lovely wife of the Senator, Jacqueline Justice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_b63YC7vFQYk/RZm_kHRPSTI/AAAAAAAAACs/NTVEIwROono/s1600-h/New+Years+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_b63YC7vFQYk/RZm_kHRPSTI/AAAAAAAAACs/NTVEIwROono/s320/New+Years+007.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015250287201306930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;People like this is how the casino gets all it's money - here is Lolo and Krissy, two of the gamblers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_b63YC7vFQYk/RZm_kXRPSUI/AAAAAAAAAC0/BlNMgCG4udg/s1600-h/New+Years+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_b63YC7vFQYk/RZm_kXRPSUI/AAAAAAAAAC0/BlNMgCG4udg/s320/New+Years+008.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015250291496274242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;No high profile party like this one would be without paparazzi.  Here Jamie Reporter questions Iguana Trump after the murder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_b63YC7vFQYk/RZm_knRPSVI/AAAAAAAAAC8/8LMl7zVyZFE/s1600-h/New+Years+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_b63YC7vFQYk/RZm_knRPSVI/AAAAAAAAAC8/8LMl7zVyZFE/s320/New+Years+009.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015250295791241554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Papazzi is very sneaky to have caughten this picture of Senator Justice with his mistress Colleen Candy the high class call girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I had more pictures than this but there were so many cameras at the party that I'm sure there will be more circulating around.  What a great way to bring in the new year though, absolutely steller idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Happy New Year everyone.  I hope your New Years Eve was as great as mine!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32633896-108023006279515745?l=mrsgibs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsgibs.blogspot.com/feeds/108023006279515745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32633896&amp;postID=108023006279515745&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32633896/posts/default/108023006279515745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32633896/posts/default/108023006279515745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsgibs.blogspot.com/2007/01/2006-in-review.html' title='2006 In Review'/><author><name>Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10875736885702516796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8146/3569/1600/P1000147.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_b63YC7vFQYk/RZm5anRPSOI/AAAAAAAAACE/gOTkx-Mvyi4/s72-c/New+Years+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32633896.post-2474497991145231976</id><published>2006-12-29T22:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-29T23:13:57.415-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Phew!!!!</title><content type='html'>Well Christmas is over.  Is it bad if I say finally?  Christmas seemed to go on and on over here.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me begin my Christmas tale with a picture of my Christmas tree.  This tree gave me so much more grief than it was worth.  I have decided that from this year on I will be anti Christmas tree.  Okay, that's a lie.  It started out when Jonny threw out my old Christmas tree and then didn't want to fork over the cash for me to get the tree that I really wanted.  To make a long story short we ended up getting this real one.  Which I must say was a pretty nice looking tree to start with.  I bought some pretty new red lights to go on my Christmas tree but while cutting the tags off the lights I accidentally cut through a string of wire.  Jonny attempted to fix the lights but they only worked about 75% of the time (please note that during the time of this picture it was the 30%).  Anyways, here is my tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_b63YC7vFQYk/RZXsf3RPSEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/eHFMwK78l58/s1600-h/HPIM1078.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_b63YC7vFQYk/RZXsf3RPSEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/eHFMwK78l58/s320/HPIM1078.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014173792303269954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because Alanna was spending Christmas with her father's family this year we had our own little Christmas at our house the weekend before actual Christmas.  Alanna was pretty excited to find out that she got to open presents early.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_b63YC7vFQYk/RZXts3RPSFI/AAAAAAAAAAU/xsg4hhrSH2o/s1600-h/HPIM1072.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_b63YC7vFQYk/RZXts3RPSFI/AAAAAAAAAAU/xsg4hhrSH2o/s320/HPIM1072.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014175115153197138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure Emerie really understood what was going on.  But we have cute pictures and that's enough for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_b63YC7vFQYk/RZXu0XRPSGI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Hx5pEZiaLIo/s1600-h/HPIM1076.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_b63YC7vFQYk/RZXu0XRPSGI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Hx5pEZiaLIo/s320/HPIM1076.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014176343513843810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll sum up the rest of Christmas really quickly:&lt;br /&gt;Christmas Eve we spent with the Chapman's and all their family.  We had a great time eating, playing games, and did I mention eating?  BTW - I have never seen so many presents in my life - just thought I would throw that in.&lt;br /&gt;Christmas Day Jonny's mom came with us to my parents place for Christmas supper.  My parents had gotten us a deep freeze for Christmas which was delivered earlier in the week but they also surprised us with a gift certificate to Costco as well.  Hello Boxing Day shopping.&lt;br /&gt;Boxing Day, after shopping of course, we were back at my mom's house where my whole family got together, including Alanna.  I counted 37 people for supper.  We had a Chinese gift exchange.  After the exchange Jonny and I ended up with an ivory colored table lamp and an ice fishing thingamajig.  After trading with willing participants we brought home a fleece blanket and a CD holder book thing.  Now because I've been talking about Christmas's at my mother's house it is only fitting that I now post the long awaited before and after pictures of the renovations to my mom's house.  You should be able to get the jist of the reno's by these pictures but as you can imagine they don't do the room any justice.&lt;br /&gt;BEFORE:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_b63YC7vFQYk/RZXx-nRPSHI/AAAAAAAAAAk/9tqcZJDnsgc/s1600-h/P1000062.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_b63YC7vFQYk/RZXx-nRPSHI/AAAAAAAAAAk/9tqcZJDnsgc/s320/P1000062.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014179818142386290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_b63YC7vFQYk/RZXx_XRPSII/AAAAAAAAAAs/9RjK_d3Hozc/s1600-h/P1000059.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_b63YC7vFQYk/RZXx_XRPSII/AAAAAAAAAAs/9RjK_d3Hozc/s320/P1000059.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014179831027288194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_b63YC7vFQYk/RZXx_3RPSJI/AAAAAAAAAA0/OsZdGx-tqnk/s1600-h/P1000058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_b63YC7vFQYk/RZXx_3RPSJI/AAAAAAAAAA0/OsZdGx-tqnk/s320/P1000058.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014179839617222802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AFTER:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_b63YC7vFQYk/RZXyz3RPSKI/AAAAAAAAAA8/WFAGPVyjeSA/s1600-h/HPIM1086.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_b63YC7vFQYk/RZXyz3RPSKI/AAAAAAAAAA8/WFAGPVyjeSA/s320/HPIM1086.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014180732970420386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_b63YC7vFQYk/RZXyz3RPSLI/AAAAAAAAABE/DYJe2BimOTk/s1600-h/HPIM1087.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_b63YC7vFQYk/RZXyz3RPSLI/AAAAAAAAABE/DYJe2BimOTk/s320/HPIM1087.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014180732970420402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_b63YC7vFQYk/RZXy0HRPSMI/AAAAAAAAABM/6nDtP3GgIWs/s1600-h/HPIM1088.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_b63YC7vFQYk/RZXy0HRPSMI/AAAAAAAAABM/6nDtP3GgIWs/s320/HPIM1088.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014180737265387714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_b63YC7vFQYk/RZXy0XRPSNI/AAAAAAAAABU/UbZQwKaQtbQ/s1600-h/HPIM1089.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_b63YC7vFQYk/RZXy0XRPSNI/AAAAAAAAABU/UbZQwKaQtbQ/s320/HPIM1089.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014180741560355026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night (being Thursday) we had Gibson Christmas at my house.  Even though I took down my tree the day before (oh well).  Dave and Deb and their family and Kelvin and his kids and of course Jonny's mom all came over.  It was nice to have everybody together because it is a rare occasion.&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, let's see, other things that happened over Christmas.  Ah, yes.  Santa Claus showed up in Marcelin on Christmas Eve (my mom's brothers and sisters and what not were all there, basically everyone that was at mom's on Boxing Day except my family).  Santa showed up with dark sunglasses and gloves on so no one knew his true identity.  I guess everyone was a little skeptical about letting him in but what do you do it's Christmas.  Anyhow, Santa ended up proposing to my cousin Jolene (congrats Jo).  I saw the video footage and it was really sweet.  The same night there was another engagement.  My Dad!  Nuff said.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope everyone out there in blogging land had a most excellent Christmas and will have a great New Year.  By the way - I am extremely excited about New Years.  I will post pictures of that later.  We are having a murder mystery party - I've never done one before - how exciting!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah - for Christmas I got beautiful bedding to decorate my beautiful head and footboard that I got for my birthday.  I thought I had pictures of if but apparently I don't.  I will get them and post them in my next post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32633896-2474497991145231976?l=mrsgibs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsgibs.blogspot.com/feeds/2474497991145231976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32633896&amp;postID=2474497991145231976&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32633896/posts/default/2474497991145231976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32633896/posts/default/2474497991145231976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsgibs.blogspot.com/2006/12/phew.html' title='Phew!!!!'/><author><name>Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10875736885702516796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8146/3569/1600/P1000147.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_b63YC7vFQYk/RZXsf3RPSEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/eHFMwK78l58/s72-c/HPIM1078.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32633896.post-233021606531726324</id><published>2006-12-19T13:29:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-19T13:32:09.694-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey You!!!!</title><content type='html'>Hey there faithful readers!  Everyone please go and check out my friend Megan's blog.  I really enjoyed her latest post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32633896-233021606531726324?l=mrsgibs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsgibs.blogspot.com/feeds/233021606531726324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32633896&amp;postID=233021606531726324&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32633896/posts/default/233021606531726324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32633896/posts/default/233021606531726324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsgibs.blogspot.com/2006/12/hey-you.html' title='Hey You!!!!'/><author><name>Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10875736885702516796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8146/3569/1600/P1000147.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32633896.post-7327961514498898933</id><published>2006-12-15T09:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-15T09:21:46.457-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Something New</title><content type='html'>Just giving you all something new to read:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're braver than you believe, and stronger than you seem, and smarter than you think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Christopher Robin to Pooh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32633896-7327961514498898933?l=mrsgibs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsgibs.blogspot.com/feeds/7327961514498898933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32633896&amp;postID=7327961514498898933&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32633896/posts/default/7327961514498898933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32633896/posts/default/7327961514498898933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsgibs.blogspot.com/2006/12/something-new.html' title='Something New'/><author><name>Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10875736885702516796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8146/3569/1600/P1000147.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32633896.post-7097706957220238471</id><published>2006-12-12T10:39:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-12T10:40:46.504-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Conversation With God</title><content type='html'>Me: God, I feel fat today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God: Leah, do you think that I am perfect?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God: Do you believe that I created everything in this world?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God: Do you think I make mistakes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Never.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God: Then why do you think that I would make you anything less then beautiful. Everything in this world has been created exactly the way that I intended it to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: If this is the way that I should be then should I stop exercising and eating right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God: Your body is a temple that I have given you. It is up to you to look after your body and make the most of it. Remember I am with you always, Leah. I am here to give you the strength and encourangement you need. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leah: Thank you. Through you, God, I know all things are possible. Praise God.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32633896-7097706957220238471?l=mrsgibs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsgibs.blogspot.com/feeds/7097706957220238471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32633896&amp;postID=7097706957220238471&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32633896/posts/default/7097706957220238471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32633896/posts/default/7097706957220238471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsgibs.blogspot.com/2006/12/my-conversation-with-god.html' title='My Conversation With God'/><author><name>Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10875736885702516796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8146/3569/1600/P1000147.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32633896.post-844883214818765933</id><published>2006-12-11T10:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T10:53:07.924-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Just For Fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#DDDDDD;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Theme Song is Back in Black by AC/DC&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsyourthemesongquiz/back-in-black.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"Back in black, I hit the sack,I've been too long, I'm glad to be back"&lt;br /&gt;Things sometimes get really crazy for you, and sometimes you have to get away from all the chaos.But each time you stage your comeback, it's even better than the last!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyourthemesongquiz/"&gt;What's" Your Theme Song?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32633896-844883214818765933?l=mrsgibs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsgibs.blogspot.com/feeds/844883214818765933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32633896&amp;postID=844883214818765933&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32633896/posts/default/844883214818765933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32633896/posts/default/844883214818765933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsgibs.blogspot.com/2006/12/just-for-fun.html' title='Just For Fun'/><author><name>Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10875736885702516796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8146/3569/1600/P1000147.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32633896.post-1461371648041772221</id><published>2006-12-10T18:29:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-10T19:21:23.846-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Stories That Make Me Giggle</title><content type='html'>I've been spending most of my weekend laughing at my kids and how silly they are. I need to tell someone about them so I may as well tell everyone. Although I'm sure they are only funny if you were there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay well Emerie just makes me giggle at the sight of her. She has been so smiley lately - even when she's crying.  Today in church Jonny, Emerie and I played the holy family.  Emerie was supposed to be a sleeping baby Jesus, but the entire time she kept trying to stick her fingers up Jonny's nose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, in church, we were singing Gloria and Jonny kept accidentally singing his harmony parts for the Christmas production - at full voice I might add.  Needless to say we giggled through most of worship.  This one may only be funny to choir members.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alanna on the other hand is funny without even trying to be.&lt;br /&gt;Last night I had Emerie in her crib while I was off doing something. Alanna was in there supposedly changing into her pajamas. I could hear Alanna making some weird noises and Emerie was shreaking with delight. I open the door just a crack so as not to be detected to see Alanna dancing around in her underwear singing the Grinch theme song in a voice specifically designed for Emerie. It took everything I had not to burst out laughing and ruin the little show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight while eating supper after the Elim Production (which was awesome, thanks Riki for coming with us) Alanna asks me "Was Mary really a virgin?". I say yes, of course, but follow up with "Do you know what a virgin is?". She says no but then changes her answer to a yes. She explained to me how a virgin is someone that they use as a sacrifice to bring rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kids say the darndest things.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32633896-1461371648041772221?l=mrsgibs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsgibs.blogspot.com/feeds/1461371648041772221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32633896&amp;postID=1461371648041772221&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32633896/posts/default/1461371648041772221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32633896/posts/default/1461371648041772221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsgibs.blogspot.com/2006/12/stories-that-make-me-giggle.html' title='Stories That Make Me Giggle'/><author><name>Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10875736885702516796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8146/3569/1600/P1000147.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32633896.post-3463694193849402662</id><published>2006-12-08T12:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T12:36:36.194-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Elim's Christmas Production</title><content type='html'>I'm just putting in a plug for the Elim Christmas production.  I went and watched dress rehearsal last night and it was amazing.  This is the third year that I will be attending the concert and I tell you it just gets better every year.  For those of you who read this blog and aren't already going or in it (obviously) definitely need to go.  There are two professional singers that are singing this year.  Leon has been here a couple of times already and has an amazing voice.  Hiram (I'm not sure if he has been here before or not) is amazing.  I love black guys - I told Jonny I was in love with Hiram last night but what I meant was that I just love how he dances.  Also, the talent of the Elim choir members is incomparable.  If you live in or near Saskatoon you need to go this weekend.  There are shows Friday, Saturday, Sunday and Monday evenings and one Sunday afternoon - all at Elim.  I'm going Sunday afternoon if you want to come with me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32633896-3463694193849402662?l=mrsgibs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsgibs.blogspot.com/feeds/3463694193849402662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32633896&amp;postID=3463694193849402662&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32633896/posts/default/3463694193849402662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32633896/posts/default/3463694193849402662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsgibs.blogspot.com/2006/12/elims-christmas-production.html' title='Elim&apos;s Christmas Production'/><author><name>Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10875736885702516796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8146/3569/1600/P1000147.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32633896.post-7609796736374641824</id><published>2006-12-07T10:04:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-07T10:29:54.610-06:00</updated><title type='text'>18 Days to Christmas</title><content type='html'>So last night was Wednesday which is typically reserved for cell night for female youth.  However, there has only been two days that anyone has ever showed up.  So usually I just sit at home (because I should still be available) but never really expect anyone to show up.  But shortly after 7pm my doorbell rang.  I have to admit that the whole hour was a little awkward because I had absolutely nothing prepared.  But it was nice to get to know a new person from youth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just have to say - I really enjoy having Chantel here.  Not only was she here last night to make my awkward cell group a little less awkward, but yesterday as she was leaving for school she says to me - "I just love how you dress all cute just to stay home for the day".  What a great way to say something nice.  She said it in a way that I almost believed her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I finally got a  Christmas tree.  What a fiasco that was.  Thank you Jenn and Lisa for putting up with me.  So this is the story - Last year Jonny and I cheaped out and bought a crapola tree from XS Cargo.  When we moved Jonny said that he hated the tree and was going to throw it out and buy me a great tree this year.  Fine.  So now that Christmas has rolled around we have found that we have a little less money than we had anticipated we would four months ago.  So what Jonny wanted to do was go to XS Cargo and buy the exact same tree that we threw out.  ARGH!  So after much compromise we ended up getting a real tree.  This tree I must say is quite nice.  It is, however, a lot bigger than any tree I have ever had before and so I don't quite have enough ornaments to fill it up.  Plus, I put my silver beads on the tree and then took them right off again.  See, the thing about real trees is that their branches to not stay up very well so with the beads it looked a little droopy.  So I have my red lights (yes I changed to colored lights) and my ornaments (which I love - I buy a special ornament or two every year).  It's okay - I like it in the dark.  I'll have a Martha tree when the kids move out and take their ornaments with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I am going to watch the dress rehearsal of the Elim Christmas production.  It'll be nice to be one of the only audience members.  My sister in law, Deb, is going with her kids too.  On Sunday afternoon I am going to the real show with My mom, Ron, Kellyn, Ronnie, Andrew, Avery, Ava, Alanna, Emerie, and Flora.  I'm going to go early and reserve an entire pew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of my Christmas shopping is done.  What a relief.  But usually when I am done all my Christmas shopping this early in December it means that I buy extra things for people the rest of the month for no other reason than just to buy them.  Oh well!  I love Christmas shopping.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32633896-7609796736374641824?l=mrsgibs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsgibs.blogspot.com/feeds/7609796736374641824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32633896&amp;postID=7609796736374641824&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32633896/posts/default/7609796736374641824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32633896/posts/default/7609796736374641824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsgibs.blogspot.com/2006/12/18-days-to-christmas.html' title='18 Days to Christmas'/><author><name>Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10875736885702516796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8146/3569/1600/P1000147.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32633896.post-116490346793640083</id><published>2006-11-30T10:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T10:17:48.040-06:00</updated><title type='text'>One Of Those Days</title><content type='html'>Oh, the sweet smell of my hazelnut coffee.  It takes forever to brew - maybe I shouldn't stand there watching, but nothing is on my mind but that first sip of caffeine.  Making just enough for one cup because I can't wait long enough for more to brew.  Ah, atlast it is finished.  Vanilla creamer and a teaspoon of sugar.  I can't wait.  That first sip - hmm tastes a little funny.  Oh for the love of...  From now on we don't keep the formula powder and the sugar bowl so close together.  Now I have to wait for another cup to brew.  I hope this isn't a forshadowing of the rest of my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good one everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32633896-116490346793640083?l=mrsgibs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsgibs.blogspot.com/feeds/116490346793640083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32633896&amp;postID=116490346793640083&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32633896/posts/default/116490346793640083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32633896/posts/default/116490346793640083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsgibs.blogspot.com/2006/11/one-of-those-days.html' title='One Of Those Days'/><author><name>Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10875736885702516796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8146/3569/1600/P1000147.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32633896.post-116475733952900557</id><published>2006-11-28T17:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-28T17:42:19.813-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I Am Slowly Going Crazy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1 Switch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mission accomplished. I have watched the first of the three Left Behind movies. There were some points that I thought were really great - they made some good references. But overall the movie was pretty cheesey. I'd watch it again. Tonight?  Tribulation Force.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So maybe it's because I watched a movie on the rapture that I'm on high alert. Have you ever seen the movie The Day After Tomorrow? Today I'm driving in my Jeep on my way to Tuesday morning coffee with Lisa and Jenn, when all of a sudden - my dash board starts to frost over, then my windows and mirrors start to do the same. I had a panic attack. Seriously, I pulled over to the side of the road on Circle Drive because if we froze I didn't want to crash. So anyways my heater isn't working properly in my Jeep as it turns out. That sucks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emerie now has two teeth. And yes, they both came through today. Hopefully this will mark the end of this crappy cold she's been going through. My mom says mine came two by two as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really looking forward to this weekend. It's friends and family days at The Gap - how exciting to be a friend. I'll get some Christmas shopping done for the kids. It's about time I start, eh? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8146/3569/1600/P1000017.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8146/3569/320/P1000017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Look at this cute picture I found of Emerie and Ava.  Can you believe how much Emerie has changed?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32633896-116475733952900557?l=mrsgibs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsgibs.blogspot.com/feeds/116475733952900557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32633896&amp;postID=116475733952900557&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32633896/posts/default/116475733952900557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32633896/posts/default/116475733952900557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsgibs.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-am-slowly-going-crazy.html' title='I Am Slowly Going Crazy'/><author><name>Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10875736885702516796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8146/3569/1600/P1000147.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32633896.post-116464274116194463</id><published>2006-11-27T09:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-27T09:52:21.583-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Home Stretch</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Greetings bloggers!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Well we are now on the home stretch to December 1st.  I'm getting my Christmas tree this weekend.  Although I haven't told Jonny this yet.  I think that I've picked one out at Zellers, of all places.  I think it's a Martha Stewart tree.  To my recollection it's 6.5 ft, quite fat, it has snow frosted tips and pine cones.  I never thought that I would like a tree with pine cones but this one is really pretty.  And conveniently enough Zellers trees are on sale this week (along with the rest of the city's).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;This weekend a watched Click, with Adam Sandler.  I REALLY liked it.  A warning, there is quite a bit of rough language in it, but I watched it twice.  It's a combination of Bruce Almighty and It's a Wonderful Life.  If I wasn't won over already the fact that Adam Sandler called someone Jonny G String sure did it (imagine my shgrin).  I've only been calling Jonny that for about three years.  I should get some kind of royalties or something for that.  I'm sure Jonny thought I was going to pee my pants when I heard that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I finally got Emerie taking a bottle this weekend just in time for our Vanier Cup party on Saturday.  Boo Quebec!  Anyways she will take the bottle reluctantly and shoots dirty looks at me the whole time.  Oh well, it had to come at some point.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;My next ambition - to watch the Left Behind series.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32633896-116464274116194463?l=mrsgibs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsgibs.blogspot.com/feeds/116464274116194463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32633896&amp;postID=116464274116194463&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32633896/posts/default/116464274116194463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32633896/posts/default/116464274116194463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsgibs.blogspot.com/2006/11/home-stretch.html' title='The Home Stretch'/><author><name>Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10875736885702516796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8146/3569/1600/P1000147.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32633896.post-116431132837584153</id><published>2006-11-23T13:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-23T13:48:48.576-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas 911</title><content type='html'>So my annual Christmas panic is beginning to set in.  I've had a few good years where I have gotten people some really great gifts.  So, when I don't have any idea on what to get people I start to panic.  With kids you really can get away with anything.  It's really Jonny and my parents that I stress about. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does anybody have any ideas on what I should get Jonny or my parents?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. I really want to see that Nativity movie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32633896-116431132837584153?l=mrsgibs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsgibs.blogspot.com/feeds/116431132837584153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32633896&amp;postID=116431132837584153&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32633896/posts/default/116431132837584153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32633896/posts/default/116431132837584153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsgibs.blogspot.com/2006/11/christmas-911.html' title='Christmas 911'/><author><name>Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10875736885702516796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8146/3569/1600/P1000147.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32633896.post-116404210052321184</id><published>2006-11-20T10:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-20T11:01:40.873-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Weekend Update</title><content type='html'>We are now a family of 6!  Alot of you thought that I was crazy for letting a young adult move in with us back in September.  Well, we know have a 17 year old girl living with us as well.  Chantel comes from a small town where the kids closest in age to her are either two years younger or older.  There really just wasn't anything for her there so she moved to Saskatoon.  I know all of you think that I'm nuts but I feel really at peace about having these kids here with us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent the weekend getting her all settled in.  Jonny and I bought a new tv for the basement and brought a futon over from Jonny's mom's place to make the rumpus room a little more homier so the kids don't feel as though they need to hang around us all the time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In January we are hoping to get new furniture upstairs (HOORAY!!!) so we can move the furniture that I am currently disliking downstairs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I am soooo excited for Christmas to come.  I started my shopping for the kids.  My most favorite part about Christmas is buying stuff for the kids.  It's buying gifts for everyone else that just stresses me out completely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holy Smack!  I just saw Helen Hunt on The View.  She has really aged - like shockingly so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to Christmas -It's beginning to look alot like Christmas, just not in my house.  I am currently in the process of Christmas Tree Shopping.  I think that I'm going to end up getting one from Canadian Tire - they have some really nice ones there.  Here's a question for you all - what are the pros and cons about buying a prelit tree.  What happens when a light burns out?  Am I going to spend a week trying to find the one lightbulb that is making the entire tree not work?  Some help here would be appreciated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are all signed up for Deal or No Deal.  Auditions are in Calgary November 30 and December 1.  I'm just waiting for the call to let us know that they want to see more of us.  Is it bad that I have all the money that we are potentially going to win already spent in my head?&lt;br /&gt;1. God gets his cut (What charity would you give money to if you won a bunch?)&lt;br /&gt;2. Pay off the vehicles&lt;br /&gt;3. Money to our parents&lt;br /&gt;4. Buy a house (or at least put down a good down payment)&lt;br /&gt;5. Go on cruise (My dream is to win enough to be able to bring friends/family with us)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emerie is yelling and looking at me like - mommy why aren't you playing with me.  Guess that's my cue to go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32633896-116404210052321184?l=mrsgibs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsgibs.blogspot.com/feeds/116404210052321184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32633896&amp;postID=116404210052321184&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32633896/posts/default/116404210052321184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32633896/posts/default/116404210052321184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsgibs.blogspot.com/2006/11/weekend-update.html' title='The Weekend Update'/><author><name>Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10875736885702516796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8146/3569/1600/P1000147.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32633896.post-116356742720570082</id><published>2006-11-14T22:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T23:16:24.103-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictoblog</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Well I haven't posted some pictures in a long time and I have some so I'm gonna post some. I was going to post some before and after pictures of my parents renovations but I want to wait until my parents furniture gets in so I can show the finished product. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Here is a picture of daddy and his little girl. She's always so smiley.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8146/3569/320/P1000149.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Here's Papa and the grandkids. The kids left to right are - Emerie, Alanna, Avery, Ava, and Andrew - try saying that three times fast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8146/3569/1600/P1000126.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8146/3569/320/P1000126.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ah, the three little angels. I think it's funny that Emerie is almost as big as Ava. In all fairness Ava is kind of the runt of the litter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8146/3569/1600/P1000129.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8146/3569/320/P1000129.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The happy family. With the tiniest hint of the renos in the background.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8146/3569/1600/P1000147.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8146/3569/320/P1000147.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I would like to know why my husband and my offspring are so photogenic and I'm not. Jenn said that I'm supposed to turn my head so that my good side shows. I'd like to take a survey as to what my good side is. Until then I will live vicariously through my family and show this lovely picture of my sweet girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8146/3569/1600/P1000018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8146/3569/320/P1000018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My sister is going to kill me for posting a picture of her with her eyes closed but it's the only one I have. Here she is with her family.  It always amuses me that my mom's sister is married to a Jonny, as am I.  My mom is married to a Ronnie, as is my sister (okay, they aren't married but they may as well be).  Christmas at our house is so confusing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8146/3569/1600/P1000148.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8146/3569/320/P1000148.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I don't really have anything to talk about but they say a picture is worth a thousand words so this may be my best blog yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32633896-116356742720570082?l=mrsgibs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsgibs.blogspot.com/feeds/116356742720570082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32633896&amp;postID=116356742720570082&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32633896/posts/default/116356742720570082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32633896/posts/default/116356742720570082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsgibs.blogspot.com/2006/11/pictoblog.html' title='Pictoblog'/><author><name>Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10875736885702516796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8146/3569/1600/P1000147.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32633896.post-116309446075716745</id><published>2006-11-09T11:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T11:50:04.160-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Halloween!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Okay so it's not Halloween anymore but I did promise pictures. Shawn sent these to me and I thought there was one of Alanna but apparently not. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I am completely aware of how dumb this picture is but I thought I would post it anyway to show that I as well was in the Halloween spirit. I am the Black Eyed Peas. I know, I'm so original.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8146/3569/320/BEP.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And here are Jonny and Shawn. They went as Shawn and Jonny, respectively. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8146/3569/1600/Shawn%20and%20Jonny.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8146/3569/320/Shawn%20and%20Jonny.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Jonny is squating so that Shawn appears taller than him.  See what I mean about the terrorist and powder thing? The sad part is that Jonny is just wearing my make up that I wear everyday. I knew I was pale but give me a break.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32633896-116309446075716745?l=mrsgibs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsgibs.blogspot.com/feeds/116309446075716745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32633896&amp;postID=116309446075716745&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32633896/posts/default/116309446075716745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32633896/posts/default/116309446075716745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsgibs.blogspot.com/2006/11/happy-halloween.html' title='Happy Halloween!'/><author><name>Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10875736885702516796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8146/3569/1600/P1000147.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32633896.post-116283853505522722</id><published>2006-11-06T11:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T12:42:16.053-06:00</updated><title type='text'>God's Busy Weekend</title><content type='html'>I was waiting until some pictures of Thanksgiving and Halloween were sent to me before I posted again, but way too much stuff has happened that needed to be blogged about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Halloween was great - Jonny and Pastor Shawn (a white bald guy for those who don't know him) dressed up as eachother.  It was great.  Shawn looked like a terrorist and Jonny looked like Powder.  I will post a picture as soon as Shawn emails one to me, which he has promised to do.  Alanna dressed up as Snow White again this year and we did a little bit of trick or treating.  Jonny and I bought a bag of candy that I don't really like so that I wouldn't be tempted to eat it and then we only had two trick or treaters come to the door so we have a huge bag of crappy candy that needs to be dealt with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to say a HUGE congratulations to Riki who is 5 weeks preggo!  Hooray!  I can't help but think how hillarious it is that you are due the week before your brother's wedding.  Especially since we were joking about you getting pregnant and being due for his wedding.  HA HA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past weekend was one of the busiest weekends I've had in a long time.  This weekend was YC (the christian youth conference) which of course Jonny and I volunteered at.  I got to take some time out on Saturday to go to the Women's Journey of Faith conference.  Then back to YC Saturday evening and again Sunday.  Then Sunday evening Allan Jones spoke at Elim. &lt;br /&gt;What's that?  You want to know how everything went - OKAY!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YC was good - honestly I didn't venture much farther than the info desk.  I went far enough to go and check out a clothing table.  I found a great sweater that I really wanted so I talked to my darling hubby and he liked the sweater so much that he bought two.  One for me and one for him.  So now we can be even more adorable than we already are.  I remember swearing to myself that I would never have matching clothing with my husband - yet here I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was supposed to go to Women's Journey of Faith Conference with Jonny's mom Flora and my sister in law Debbie.   But Flora ended up getting really sick last week.  She had water on her lung.  It was so bad that she couldn't even answer the phone without huffing and puffing.  She really didn't feel up to leaving the house despite how badly she really wanted to go.  It turned out to be such a blessing because my sister took her ticket and came with us instead.  You have no idea how thankful I am to God for working it out that Kellyn got to be there with me.  I have been praying for my mom and my sister faithfully since I became a Christian.  My sister wasn't sure if she believed in God but was under the impression that if there was a heaven you could get there just by being a good person.  The Bible says that the only way to God the Father is through his son.  Which means that being good just doesn't cut it.  You need to ask Jesus to come into your heart and live your life for him.  God promises that heaven is this great and wonderful place but I have a really hard time believing that's possible if my mom and my sister can't be there with me.  While at the conference I was so sure that my sister was going to hand her life over to God right then and there and honestly I felt absolutely defeated when she didn't.  BUT, God and I had a great talk that night and he has ensured me that a seed has been planted.  After all I didn't become a Christian over night.  It took me a full year of going to church faithfully to completely hand myself over.  Lisa Bevere (the keynote speaker) was amazing.  She was really funny at some times I felt like I was at a stand up comedy show.  She really did her job well in teaching us how to be empowered women of God living along side men. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I'm going to do a really quick explanation of the rapture for those who aren't quite up to speed.  Jesus said that he would come again some day.  When he comes he will come like a theif in the night and will take all of those who are Christians up to heaven with him.  Those who are left behind are basically left to deal with the end of the world - which believe me I have no intention on sticking around for.&lt;br /&gt;So Saturday night I have this crazy realistic dream that it happened.  Today was the day that Jesus came and all those who were blessed to have lead their lives right disappeared to heaven.  Just then I woke up.  I'm laying in bed and I realize that Jonny isn't in bed with me.  Well I can't tell you how panic striken I was.  I thought I was left behind.  I was on the verge of tears because I was so sure that my sins had been wiped away and I had been living my life the way that God really wanted me to.  Then I heard Emerie start to cry and I thought - well that's not right.  Jesus wouldn't have left the baby!  Then Jonny walked into the room.  That was the biggest sense of relief.  I tell you it really made me take a hard look at my life to see what else I can do to ensure my salvation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to touch quickly something that has occurred in the states in that past weeks, Pastor Ted Haggard who has been accused of buying crystal meth and have gay sex with a gay prostitute.  First of all how humbling is that?  This is a man who preached the word of God to thousands upon thousands of people.  This incident has really taught me that no matter how "good of a christian" you are, you really need to keep your guard up.  Satan is sly and will attack when you least expect it.  Second of all I (who watch the View everyday and have always really enjoyed everyone on there) am sooooo furious with Rosie and Joy.  They bring up Ted Haggard and APPLAUD!!!!  I have so many thoughts running through my head about how furious I am about that I'm not sure how to even approach that.  Christianity does not fall because of one man.  Jesus is the head of the church not one person.  This is a spiritual 911.  Christians - this is not a time to turn our backs on Ted.  None of us are without sin.  He is God's child just like you and me and it should be at this time that we lift him up to God in prayer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to end my blog on an extreme high note.  I mentioned previously about how Jonny's mom has been really sick.  On Sunday night Allan Jones (forgive me if I have the name wrong) was speaking at our church.  His message is mainly on the healing power of God.  Towards the end of the evening he was praying for the congregation and then he started calling out different things that maybe bothering people - sore necks, ankles and things like that.  Then he says that there is someone here that has something wrong with their lung, their lungs are unable to fill with air.  He even mentioned that it was just one lung.  The only person in the room that raised their hand with this ailment was Flora.  Allan asked her to take a deep breath and the holy spirit would fill her lung.  At that moment she took a deep breath (her first deep breath in more than two weeks).  After the service she was running around the church talking to people and was not out of breath once.  I wasn't sitting with her during the service because my baby was acting up but from the lobby I was watching and as soon as he mentioned something about a lung I started to bawl.  Jonny and I were so flabergasted by what had happened we stood in the parking lot holding eachother and crying for ten minutes.  I talked to Flora this morning and she is still able to take deep breath today.  This is honestly the most amazing thing that I have ever witnessed in my life.  If I didn't believe in the amazing power of God before, I surely do now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Praise God!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32633896-116283853505522722?l=mrsgibs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsgibs.blogspot.com/feeds/116283853505522722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32633896&amp;postID=116283853505522722&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32633896/posts/default/116283853505522722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32633896/posts/default/116283853505522722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsgibs.blogspot.com/2006/11/gods-busy-weekend.html' title='God&apos;s Busy Weekend'/><author><name>Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10875736885702516796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8146/3569/1600/P1000147.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32633896.post-116137358234420547</id><published>2006-10-20T13:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-10-20T13:46:22.453-06:00</updated><title type='text'>2 Good Nights Sleep</title><content type='html'>So my bed is all set up and I have slept on it 2 nights in a row. Not like I sleep anywhere else than in my bed at home. Anyways, I really like it. You know what the best part of having this bed is? Jonny and I are pretty much just starting out our marriage and before we got married we both lived with our parents. Getting this bed is like the first substantial piece of furniture that we've gotten that isn't second hand. I know most of you can probably understand my appreciation for new things. It isn't that I don't like my used/old furniture it just makes me feel like we are getting somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well this weekend I am supposed to be in youth training all weekend but I'm not entirely sure if I'll make it or not. This morning I injured my back peeing. It's a complicated situation and not entirely appropriate for my blog. So I might have to get a massage or something, any recommendations on where to go (ha ha). Jenn I tried phoning you today but I can wait until after the weekend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good weekend all. Here is a picture that I posted earlier but in regular format.  Emerie looks just like her daddy, except for those blue eyes and fair skin, of course.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8146/3569/320/emerie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32633896-116137358234420547?l=mrsgibs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsgibs.blogspot.com/feeds/116137358234420547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32633896&amp;postID=116137358234420547&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32633896/posts/default/116137358234420547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32633896/posts/default/116137358234420547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsgibs.blogspot.com/2006/10/2-good-nights-sleep.html' title='2 Good Nights Sleep'/><author><name>Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10875736885702516796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8146/3569/1600/P1000147.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32633896.post-116119072926464389</id><published>2006-10-18T10:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T10:58:49.830-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Gig is Up</title><content type='html'>So October 12 was my 25th birthday.  It was a great day.  I had my Epicure party on that day and there was so much food.  I love food.  Lots of appy type stuff - makes my mouth water just thinking about it.  And then a surprise from Jonny - he walks in with a HUGE birthday cake.  I really truly was surprised.  And let me tell you - since I've known Jonny it has almost become a joke between us - he has now only been able to surprise me twice.  When he asked me to marry him and with this birthday cake.  And truthfully and honestly it's not that I am sneaky and trying to find things out - I just find out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So all week people have been asking me what I got for my birthday and I keep telling everyone the truth.  Jonny and I don't exchange presents for birthdays, anniversaries or even Valentine's Day.  We just haven't - and it's okay.  Some people were shocked and appalled that we wouldn't exchange presents.  I don't think it's a big deal but that's just me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways - like a month ago Jonny is working out the budget and I notice that he's really pinching pennies and I ask him what's up with that.  He just says that he wants this birthday of mine to be extra special.  Okay - so the only thing that I REALLY want and have been talking aobut for months now is this bed frame that I saw at Sleepers.  So, duh, that's what he's got up his sleeve.  As the month goes on Jonny buys me a John Mayer CD which is really great and I wanted and he says Happy Birthday.  He tells me that he's sorry but this month is just really tight for money and he was planning on giving me the bed frame but we just can't do it right now.  That's totally cool and I understand completely.  It's not like we ever exchange presents anyway, right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had even talked to people that said "Jonny said he was getting you a bed frame for your birthday".  And I still didn't clue in.  I just wrote it off that Jonny had talked to them about it when he still though it was financially possible. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEN - I am cleaning the bedroom and what, what is this?  A receipt for a queen size cecilia "nv" bedstead, sienna in color from Sleeper's Mattress Factory.  EEEEEEK!!!!!!  So now I NEED to know when this thing is coming.  So I phone Jonny and ask him "if I do laundry do you promise you'll put the clothes away (because he's really bad at not putting folded laundry away).  And he says "today I absolutely promise".  By the time Jonny came home I was so crazy with excitement I had to just come right out and say that I know about it.  HOORAY!! It's coming today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonny was disappointed because he thought that he finally pulled a really big surprise on me.  But he laughed about it with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll post pictures when I can.  I'm so excited I could pee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah - today I totally pulled a Jonny when changing a poopy diaper that did not belong to my own child.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32633896-116119072926464389?l=mrsgibs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsgibs.blogspot.com/feeds/116119072926464389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32633896&amp;postID=116119072926464389&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32633896/posts/default/116119072926464389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32633896/posts/default/116119072926464389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsgibs.blogspot.com/2006/10/gig-is-up.html' title='The Gig is Up'/><author><name>Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10875736885702516796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8146/3569/1600/P1000147.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32633896.post-116058366008658825</id><published>2006-10-11T09:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T10:37:19.626-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Parenting 101</title><content type='html'>I know it's been less than 24 hours since my last blog. But because I am home alone I apparently feel the need to comment on everything I see on tv.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, I need to say that everyone has their own way of parenting, and one way is no better than the other. It really is whatever works best for you and your kids. BUT, this is how I feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched some talk show today and they talked about all aspects of parenting. First of all they had a panel of celebrity parents and then they had a child development crazy lady on. Spanking was the first topic and mostly everyone said that spanking was definitly the way to go. But then crazy lady voiced her opinion and she said that it's too much of a hassle to spank your kids. I personally find it quite conveniant but whatever. She said it was a hassle because if you spank your kid then your kid can go to school and tell someone that their parent spanked them and then you could get called in for a meeting with your school or social services or something. I don't think that you should be worried about your kid "telling on you" unless you are beating the crap out of them in which case they should be telling on you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He who heeds discipline shows the way to life, but whoever ignores correction leads other astray. (Proverbs 10:17)&lt;br /&gt;He who spares the rod hates his son, but he who loves him is careful to discipline him. (Proverbs 13:24)&lt;br /&gt;Although I don't think I'd use a rod I think my man Solomon was pretty wise in his words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another topic that was brought up was spying on your children. Everyone agreed (including crazy lady) that spying on your children (ie. reading diaries, etc) was a good idea but the celebrities did not know how to do it while maintaining the kids trust. Then crazy lady said the best thing. She explains to her kids that they do not have the right to privacy until they are 18 and/or move out of the house. I am SO telling my kids that. I wouldn't tell my kids that I was reading their diary unless I found something really bad that needed intervention immediately. I would have been absolutely devastated if my parents read my diary. However, let's say, heaven forbid, your kid committed suicide and then when you are going through their things you find a diary that says all kinds of things about them being depressed, etc. Would you be able for forgive yourself for not reading the diary in the first place? I wouldn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEN there was crazy lady #2 who was giving tips on potty training babies at 2 months. Give me a break - let your baby be a baby. Don't kids grow up too fast as it is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will tell another funny story about my comedic daughter, Alanna. Firstly, I will say that we are not a racist family whatsoever. For crying out loud supper at our house is like a UN meeting. However, this is a funny story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alanna went through a phase about two years ago where she really like coyboy and Indian movies. And truly believed that these types movies still existed in current day true life. (She still thinks that current day London is like Mary Poppins). Anyway we were in Walmart trying jeans on her in the change room and she looked up on saw that there was a grid like roof to the little room. She was why ceiling was like that and the first thing that popped to my mind was so that bad people didn't jump out and steal something. And she says, in her very loud five year old voice, "like Indians?". Well, was my face red. But I tell you, she is now one of the biggest advocates for First Nations equality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why did God make it so that kids embarass you at the worst time?  Do you think Jesus ever acted up when he was 4?  The Bible doesn't really talk about Jesus as a child.  Do you think he ever had a temper tantrum, screaming "your not my father" at Jospeh in the middle of the market because he skipped a nap?  Probably not.  Although I suppose God still knows what it feels like to have your kids be mad at you and even turn against you completely.  We do it all the time.  Maybe we should think of our kids the next time we decide to blame God for something or deny knowing him.  How would you feel if your children did that to you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32633896-116058366008658825?l=mrsgibs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsgibs.blogspot.com/feeds/116058366008658825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32633896&amp;postID=116058366008658825&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32633896/posts/default/116058366008658825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32633896/posts/default/116058366008658825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsgibs.blogspot.com/2006/10/parenting-101.html' title='Parenting 101'/><author><name>Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10875736885702516796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8146/3569/1600/P1000147.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32633896.post-116052087540076747</id><published>2006-10-10T16:27:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T16:54:35.410-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Number 20</title><content type='html'>This is post number 20.  How exciting is that?  I hope that I have been entertaining you all thus far (or at the very least keep you from absolute boredom). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope everyone had an excellent Thanksgiving weekend.  Friday night was a typical night for us.  That means we were at youth group.  Shawn was playing hooky so Jonny lead things.  Okay, Shawn wasn't really playing hooky - he has a new baby - but honestly it's not like HE had the baby. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday night Jenna and Kyle came over with their kids.  I have so say Kayden was such a sweety, he played so nicely by himself (Alanna was gone for the night).  For that matter there wasn't a peep out of Haylie either.  It was really nice having them over.  It was a long time coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday night my cousin Sarah (who is now in the final eight of the Icon thingy at Beily's) was singing.  So my whole family (except for Jonny and I) went and watched.  It was actually okay that we didn't go because my cousin Taylor (who is under age) came over for a sleepover and a movie night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had our feast on Monday and it was great.  We had it in Mom and Ron's newly renovated kitchen.  My mom is sending me before and after pics so that I can post them once it is 100% finished.  The furniture has not yet arrived so Jonny and I borrowed tables and chairs from the church.  It was great that all thirteen of us were able to eat at one long table.  Oh, and the food, ah the food.  I love Thanksgiving.  I give thanks for Thanksgiving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday evening we went to Chapman's and hung out for a while.  Jonny is absolutely addicted to a card game called Bugger Your Neighbor, so we played that with the Chapmans (Shawn, Lisa and Shawn's parents).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now it's Tuesday.  WHAT THE HECK IS GOING ON!  No, Tuesday morning coffee throws off my whole week.  However, I did go shopping and found some amazing deals on kids clothing.  For all those moms out there - a new sale just started at The Children's Place today.  Everything that is on sale has an additional 50% off.  I got some knit long sleeve diaper shirts for only $4.  I love a good deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's all for my 20th blog.  I hope you all enjoyed the recap of my weekend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32633896-116052087540076747?l=mrsgibs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsgibs.blogspot.com/feeds/116052087540076747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32633896&amp;postID=116052087540076747&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32633896/posts/default/116052087540076747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32633896/posts/default/116052087540076747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsgibs.blogspot.com/2006/10/number-20.html' title='Number 20'/><author><name>Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10875736885702516796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8146/3569/1600/P1000147.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32633896.post-116008729309934639</id><published>2006-10-05T15:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-10-05T16:28:13.366-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Venting - I'm Sorry</title><content type='html'>I came here with this big long shpeal in mind.  Wanting to blog about how old I feel lately.  In the last year and a half I've become a wife and had another baby.  It's really hitting home just now that I am 25 years (in a week) and I am a wife and mother of TWO.  I'm not in the best shape, although that's not really my problem and I'm not doing anything to fix it so I can't really complain about it.  I've gotten my hair done, what, three times in the past four months?  And it always ends up looking the same.  I started to think that maybe I just needed a few cocktails because I remember feeling pretty sexy when I used to do that every night. (ha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then last night I was reading Psalms before bed and I came across Psalms 147:10-11.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His pleasure is not in the strength of the horse, nor his delight in the legs of a man, the Lord delights in those who fear him, who put their hope in his unfailing love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so God doesn't care what I look like, I suppose that would make sense.  And I'm pretty sure that my friends and family aren't horrified to be seen with me in public (I'm sure that I would have heard about it).  So why do I care so much?  I'm pretty sure the Bible says a bunch of stuff about being vain and what not.  I'm trying to take the Christian approach and so I've been sticking with my Bible, secretly hoping that it contains the secret to eternal gorgeousness.  I have a woman's Bible where different women have written their opinions on different topics.  There is like 8 different authors touching on beauty, all of them saying stuff like your true beauty is within, blah, blah, blah.  If I was only interested in internal beauty with myself I would be a stinkin runway model (ha ha).  If I keep checking I'll probably end up finding something somewhere that tells me to get off my lazy ars and actually do something about it instead of sitting on my computer blogging about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I blame the media entirely.  If there wasn't soooo much on tv about how to look younger, thinner, hipper, etc, etc I'm sure every woman in the world would be a little bit happier, except for those who seem to continually pull it off, I wish I was one of them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah.  You must know that despite my recent obsession with my less than perfect hair cuts that I have been receiving lately I am not depressed about it or anything, it's just what I've been thinking alot about lately.  I think I need a new stylist because I believe that my current salon is not quite getting my issue.  There is the possibility that I'm not getting my issue, it just occurred to me that it may not be the haircut that is the problem at all maybe I need a stylist that can show me how to style my hair. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, this is the most boring blog ever.  I'm really just venting to myself.  Hey, is anyone up for just a day of pampering?  Marvel or Marca does manicures and pedicures for pretty cheap.  That reminds me - formula test day #3 - wish me luck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I should put at least one brief tale narrating an interesting or amusing biographical incident.  (I looked up the correct spelling for anecdote)  Here's one about Alanna. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Setting:  I'm getting ready to go out to clothing club and I am assisting Jonny in making supper for Alanna before I go.  Alanna is playing but apparently eavesdropping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leah:  So, I'm not sure how late I'm going to be tonight.&lt;br /&gt;Jonny:  If I'm sleeping when you come home wake me up.&lt;br /&gt;Leah:  OOOO, I wonder how I could do that. (wink, wink)&lt;br /&gt;Alanna:  Spit in his ear!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32633896-116008729309934639?l=mrsgibs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsgibs.blogspot.com/feeds/116008729309934639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32633896&amp;postID=116008729309934639&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32633896/posts/default/116008729309934639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32633896/posts/default/116008729309934639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsgibs.blogspot.com/2006/10/just-venting-im-sorry.html' title='Just Venting - I&apos;m Sorry'/><author><name>Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10875736885702516796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8146/3569/1600/P1000147.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32633896.post-115997503416322638</id><published>2006-10-04T08:56:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-10-04T09:17:14.173-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Holy Babies Batman!</title><content type='html'>Hooray!  The babies are here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations to Lisa, Shawn and Jachin for welcoming Anaya into their family.  She was born on Saturday and is now healthy and at home.  I went and saw her yesterday and she is so round.  I have never seen a baby with a perfectly round head before.  She is so pretty with her rosey cheeks and her strawberry blonde hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations to Jenna, Kyle and Kayden for welcoming Haylie (I hope I spelled her name correctly) into their family.  She was also born on Saturday just hours before Anaya.  I haven't seen her in person yet but by her pictures she looks soooo much like her big brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, when I was on my way to see the babies in the hospital I discovered that Mel and Carl (they lived across the hall from us in the apartment) had their baby on Friday.  I hope I'm getting this right, I'm pretty sure they named their baby girl Daysia - isn't that cool?  She is sooo tiny.  It's not very often you see babies under 7lbs anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the doctor yesterday so I could be put on birth control (I know, more info than you probably needed but it is vital for my story).  He won't prescribe me any because he can't confirm that I'm not pregnant right now.  Doesn't that sound fun?  I hope you noted the sarcasm in my typing.  I've decided that if I am, that's cool.  But I have also decided that if I'm not, I am soooo done having babies.  I do not make a good pregnant person.  Anyways, I'll keep you all posted on that.  My gut feeling is that I am not, so lets not get silly about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who are interested in finding different supper ideas, or just want to come and hang out and eat yummy food- I am having an Epicure party on October 12.  For those of you who haven't tried Epicure I warn you - come with an empty tummy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32633896-115997503416322638?l=mrsgibs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsgibs.blogspot.com/feeds/115997503416322638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32633896&amp;postID=115997503416322638&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32633896/posts/default/115997503416322638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32633896/posts/default/115997503416322638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsgibs.blogspot.com/2006/10/holy-babies-batman.html' title='Holy Babies Batman!'/><author><name>Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10875736885702516796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8146/3569/1600/P1000147.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32633896.post-115954923429133264</id><published>2006-09-29T10:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-09-29T11:00:34.313-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Out of the Depths</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'll bet I've washed that dish a million times!  My kitchen sink seems like a hole that I keep falling into and I can't escape from.  I wonder how many spoons and forks I've washed in the last ten years?  And the laundry basket.  It's perpetually full!  I'll bet I could go to the dryer anytime, day or night, and find at least ten ragged towels, six wrinkled shirts, and twenty-three socks, five of which have no mate.  Who cares?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Out of the depths I cry to you, O Lord; O Lord, hear my voice.  Let your ears be attentive to my cry for mercy. (Psalm 130:1-2)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Am I in the depths?  Is this utter despair?  I don't think so, but it is definitely uncomfortable.  I'm having the blahs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Out of my blahs I cry to you, O Lord.  Lord, hear my voice; Let your ears be attentive to my cry for mercy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;That's my translation!  Sometimes I have trouble relating to the trials and tragedies that drove God's people of the Old Testament to cry to him for deliverance.  The make my own trials seem unimportant in comparison.  But today I think God is telling to to stop comparing and to realize that the depressions and setbacks I experience are just as important to him as the conflicts and moral dilemmas faced by people in the Bible times.  They were is children, and he heard their voices and led them out of the depths.  I also am his child, and he hears my voice and will lead me out of my depths.  Go dis as eager to hear my pleas as he was to hear theirs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;My Lord cares!  He cares when I feel like a failure.  He cares when I feel as if all my education and training have led me to nothing but a sinkful of dishes.  I think he smiles when I mop up spilled milk at each meal.  I think he smiles when he hears a resounding "Yuck" in response to a new recipie I tried.  He smiles and give me gentle words of encouragement.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;                                                                                               - Janice Kempe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;How fitting for a day of house work at the Gibson residence.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32633896-115954923429133264?l=mrsgibs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsgibs.blogspot.com/feeds/115954923429133264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32633896&amp;postID=115954923429133264&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32633896/posts/default/115954923429133264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32633896/posts/default/115954923429133264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsgibs.blogspot.com/2006/09/out-of-depths.html' title='Out of the Depths'/><author><name>Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10875736885702516796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8146/3569/1600/P1000147.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32633896.post-115920168403461653</id><published>2006-09-25T09:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T10:30:27.786-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Temptation</title><content type='html'>So I had the biggest anxiety attack of the year on Saturday, right before Riki's wedding. Imagine being in a room filled with people on "Andy's side", Jonny and I being forced to co-parent with Andy and his fiance at the same time as them. When we walked into the church I swear I heard everyone whisper at the same time "Is that Leah?". I nearly threw up. But you know what? Literally as soon as the wedding was over and all throughout the evening we had aunts, uncles and grandparents coming up to us, greeting us with hugs and how are yous. The dance was not uncomfortable at all. When introducing the wedding party Alanna was even introduced as Alanna Denise Ollivier Gibson (even though her name change is not legalised yet). Jonny and I felt very well respected. Thank you to Riki and your family!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More importantly, the wedding was beautiful. It was really great to see one of my good friends from high school get married. Congratulation's Riki. Riki's dress was absolutely stunning. And if I do say so myself, and I do, Alanna was absolutely adorable. I, of course, forgot my camera so I might have to convince Riki to send me some pictures (I'm sure someone there had her camera) so I can post them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HA HA! I'm watching the Megan Mullaly show and there is something dreadfully wrong with the reception and everyone sounds like Jack's impression of Cher. If you watch Will and Grace you'll understand that. It's like a train wreck, I just can't stop watching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing that has being weighing heavy on my heart lately is that there has been a lot of people that knew the "old Leah" that seem to just not get the fact that I've changed. I have to say that it is not easy being a Christian in today's world. Especially for me, I feel. I feel like if I was to tempt myself and go to the places that I used to frequent it would be all too easy for me to revert back to the "old Leah".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to use pieces of a story I once read. You should know the whole story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Satan is very clever. Always his strategy is to confuse reality, to make evil seem good. he knows Eve is living in all the splendor of Eden, with all of her needs met. How do you get at someone who is contented with good?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose the temptation has been replayed again and again in the history of the human race, and probably in each of our lives. The specifics are different, but the strategy is often the same. How many times has the serpent tempted you to think, "A good God wouldn't keep me from this, would he? Here take this apple and eat it." The serpent won his encounter with the woman. She took the fruit and gave some to her husband. It will be a long time before another one will say, "Take and eat,".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Satan uses an occasion or a person to tempt us to fall; God uses the same to try us and make us stronger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On that note - A shout out to my girl Jenn on getting baptised on Sunday. In your renewal with God, my faith was renewed as well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32633896-115920168403461653?l=mrsgibs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsgibs.blogspot.com/feeds/115920168403461653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32633896&amp;postID=115920168403461653&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32633896/posts/default/115920168403461653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32633896/posts/default/115920168403461653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsgibs.blogspot.com/2006/09/temptation.html' title='The Temptation'/><author><name>Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10875736885702516796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8146/3569/1600/P1000147.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32633896.post-115895221583664087</id><published>2006-09-22T12:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-09-22T13:10:15.873-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick and Tired of Being Sick and Tired</title><content type='html'>Last night at was Emerie's baby shower at Lisa's house.  Thank you soooo much Lisa for hosting it.  I had such a good time.  I really like getting presents (especially for baby).  Alanna was tickled pink that Ethan, Grace and Jachin had thought of her and bought her a little gift as well.  Alanna was so well behaved at one point I actually forgot that she was there.  It's true, some of the other ladies had to ask me if I was intending on feeding Alanna.  In my defense I have been feeling sick this week and am not completely myself.  I'll talk more about this in a second.   Back to what I was saying though, we didn't here a peep from Alanna the whole night except for when she caught her hair in a tent zipper and Shawn came and asked me if we should cut her hair or not.  Luckily her hair did come out of the zipper quite easily.  Jonny and I are going to the wedding as well.  I'm excited to see Riki get married.  She will be the fourth person (to my knowledge) who has gotten married from our group of friends from high school.  Also I always love a chance to show off my fabulous family and my fabulous life to old friends from Melfort.  They are always soooo surprised to find out that I am a Christian now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, back to me being a bad parent.  Yesterday I woke up not feeling very well and Emerie had, had not such a good night of sleep.  She was so cranky during the night that I actually moved Alanna down to the couch so that she would not wake up from the sounds of her sister.  I am now babysitting during the day once in a while and yesterday was once in those whiles and in all the commotion of the morning I completely forgot to make Alanna a lunch for school.  I ended up having to call Jonny's mom to make Alanna a lunch and bring it to her at school.  I felt like such a tool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we wake up for another not so restful night of sleep and Emerie and Alanna are now sick as well.  Emerie clearly has a stuffy nose but I can't see anything to get out of her nose so she just sounds very flemmy.  I'm not entirely sure how Alanna is sick because she isn't really showing any symptoms of anything but I suppose it is possible for her just not to feel well.  There is no school today and so I am expected to entertain her.  I always feel kind of bad when I just stick her in front of the tv all day because I just don't have the energy to do anything.  Maybe if I take her grocery shopping she'll think that is fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture was sent to me by my mom.  Apparently she likes to play with her photoshop and this was her creation.  I know this because I phoned her and asked her if it was supposed to look like that.  Yes, it is supposed to look like that.  I think Emerie looks very Gerber babyish.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8146/3569/320/colettehome072copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32633896-115895221583664087?l=mrsgibs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsgibs.blogspot.com/feeds/115895221583664087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32633896&amp;postID=115895221583664087&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32633896/posts/default/115895221583664087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32633896/posts/default/115895221583664087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsgibs.blogspot.com/2006/09/sick-and-tired-of-being-sick-and-tired.html' title='Sick and Tired of Being Sick and Tired'/><author><name>Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10875736885702516796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8146/3569/1600/P1000147.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32633896.post-115877707061245513</id><published>2006-09-20T09:56:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-09-21T10:10:06.966-06:00</updated><title type='text'>T-Mobile</title><content type='html'>BOO YAH!  Please see below for where this picture should show up.  I'm just happy about this because the only way that I could get this in here is by using my amazing Edit Html techniques.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8146/3569/320/tpic1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just one note - I just saw Fergie on The View singing London Bridge. I don't think I care for that song at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, so this weekend was the youth retreat at Quest bible camp at Christopher Lake. It rained ALL weekend. I don't mean it was spitting so we didn't want to go outside. It was raining so we couldn't go outside. Okay so the kids were outside for literally five minutes and in the lake no less. Crazy teenagers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8146/3569/320/tpic2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As it turns out God really knew what he was doing, the rain was such a blessing. I feel like I got to know each and every student on some level. There were some students that I had some really good heart to heart conversations with and feel like I really connected with, which I didn't get to last year. Because we were cooped up in the cabin all weekend we played a lot of games, including the four hour game of risk that I got second place in. This was my first time ever playing risk and I thoroughly enjoyed it. During this game of risk I called one kid by the wrong name throughout the whole thing. You think anyone corrected me? Not until the end. &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8146/3569/320/tpic4.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So PS's message was about truth (T-Mobile aka truth on the go) which if you ask me is entirely appropriate. My cell group starts up tonight. In theory. It's a lot harder to get teenagers to commit that you'd think. Anyway, I'm really looking forward to my cell this year. It gives me a chance to address issues with the students that may not be appropriate to talk about in a larger group or around those stinkin' boys. Let's face it, boys are the root of most of our problems, right ladies?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did end up bringing Emerie with me to the lake. Like I had the option to leave her. She did a lot better than I expected her to. She slept through the night both nights. I'm sure Danica, Alishia, and Kaylene were pleased with that as they did share a room with me. (For those of you who don't know these people they are Grade 12 students). I wonder what Emerie thought of all those crazy teenagers running around this weekend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARGH! I have a cute picture of Emerie that I wanted to insert here but for some reason it will not let me upload the picture. I'll keep trying to post it in future blogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question of the day - Why is it that when other people make coffee it smells so good but when I make it, it smells like tar?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32633896-115877707061245513?l=mrsgibs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsgibs.blogspot.com/feeds/115877707061245513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32633896&amp;postID=115877707061245513&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32633896/posts/default/115877707061245513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32633896/posts/default/115877707061245513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsgibs.blogspot.com/2006/09/t-mobile.html' title='T-Mobile'/><author><name>Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10875736885702516796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8146/3569/1600/P1000147.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32633896.post-115825133136910313</id><published>2006-09-14T10:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-09-14T10:30:07.023-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Microwaved Marshmallows</title><content type='html'>So yesterday I learned that you should never, ever, under any circumstances microwave marshmallows. Why I never heard that this was a bad thing before I do not know. Would you believe that instead of the marshmallow melting into a gooey delicious sundae topping it grows bigger and bigger until the inside of your microwave is completely covered in a yucky mess. And it is not easy to clean by any means. If you take a rag and try to wipe it off all it does it latch onto the rag (while still holding on to the microwave) and stretch so that your mess just grows. I seriously considered just buying a new microwave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my drapes from E-Bay finally arrived yesterday. Exciting? These were the blinds where I won the auction while Chapmans and Barnstables were over and we all cheered. I believe this was like a month and a half ago, at least. I thought it was enough time to receive them in the mail before we moved. We received the receipt for the purchase but we never saw anything come off the VISA for them. I really did get to the point where I thought they were never going to come. And honestly I stopped caring. But low and behold we get a phone call from the new tennants of the apartment saying that we had some mail to pick up and what, what - A parcel? The only dilemma I have now is that I have put my old drapes up in the living room and I kind of like them (for now). So I think that I'm going to put them up in the bedroom, which means that I need to rework in my head how I want my bedroom to look ultimately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hooray! I received an email from my auntie today and she tells me that my little cousin Scott (who is only a year younger than me) and his wife are now expecting their first baby! This is one of those moments where it really hits home that I'm no longer a kid. Do any of you have those feelings like your life isn't really real? I mean, it seems to me sometimes that my life isn't real and that I'm just playing dress up or make believe. Kind of like when you played house with your friends when you were a kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it looks like summer has finally drawn to a close. Honestly my personal body temperature has been so out of wack since having Emerie. I finally feel like the weather had cooled off enough to allow me to be comfortable. Thank the Lord!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I just googled the word temperature to make sure that I spelled it right. Did you know that there is a chat forum just about temperature? How much can be discussed about temperature that really requires a whole chat forum? It's like when you come home from work do you come in the door and say - you know what I need, is a good temperature conversation. I hope to get at least twenty different opinions about how rainy it is today. Oh please *SNORE*. You ask people about the weather when you don't have anything interesting enough to say to initiate a real conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's amazing what I can get myself worked up over.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32633896-115825133136910313?l=mrsgibs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsgibs.blogspot.com/feeds/115825133136910313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32633896&amp;postID=115825133136910313&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32633896/posts/default/115825133136910313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32633896/posts/default/115825133136910313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsgibs.blogspot.com/2006/09/microwaved-marshmallows.html' title='Microwaved Marshmallows'/><author><name>Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10875736885702516796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8146/3569/1600/P1000147.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32633896.post-115802839446830102</id><published>2006-09-11T19:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-09-11T20:33:14.656-06:00</updated><title type='text'>9/11</title><content type='html'>I can tell you already I'm going to get in soooo much trouble for writing this blog.  Just so you all know I have a bad habit of misrepresenting what I really mean to say by saying something silly (what I mean is, it comes out wrong).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aren't you all kind of sick of hearing about this whole 9/11 thing?  Don't get me wrong - this particular terrorist attack ranks right up there with one of the worlds most horrific events.  But really are the terrorists winning by how paranoid everyone sounds during this time of year?  Does anyone know the date of the whole Pearl Harbor thing?  Does Rememberance Day get this much publicity?  Even during Easter you don't hear any public announcements that the day only occurs because Jesus Christ was crucified and then rose from the dead.  Granted 9/11 was only five years ago but honestly I never heard of the anniversary for the Oklahoma City bombing.  I'm being completely incencitive aren't I?  My opinion is that - yes, we all know that it happened, how could anybody forget it?  There should be a ceremony at ground zero and of course a mention in the news and radio, etc., but do we need a week of movies and addresses to instill even more fear into people?   Now, I feel I must say that I do not know all of the politics behind everything that is said and done in the states and so my opinion could definately be completely out of line.  And of course I would probably feel differently if it was my family and friends that were involved but today just being me, this is my opinion.  You all hate me now, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter and slightly less serious note - Big Brother ends tomorrow.  Although I will be sad that it is ending it's probably a good thing (only because I'll come up with something else to obsess about in my blogs).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have nothing else to write about.  I think that I've probably gotten myself in enough trouble already tonight so I'll keep the rest of my obnoxious opinions to myself (or at least until next time).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32633896-115802839446830102?l=mrsgibs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsgibs.blogspot.com/feeds/115802839446830102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32633896&amp;postID=115802839446830102&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32633896/posts/default/115802839446830102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32633896/posts/default/115802839446830102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsgibs.blogspot.com/2006/09/911.html' title='9/11'/><author><name>Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10875736885702516796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8146/3569/1600/P1000147.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32633896.post-115773397408518627</id><published>2006-09-08T10:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-09-08T10:46:14.096-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving On Up</title><content type='html'>Anyone who has ever moved can probably rejoice with me in the fact that I am all settled in.  I must say, I really enjoy my new place.  Despite the few minor set backs that have come up since arriving here. &lt;br /&gt;#1 - The old tennants did not clean the carpets.  This sucked because they were smokers and had a dog.  Yuck!  But the landlord did hire professional carpet cleaners to come in and clean the carpets within three days of us moving in so that made that better.  Oh yeah, because he couldn't get into the basement because of all the boxes he gave us the $30 it would have cost him to have that cleaned.&lt;br /&gt;#2 - The old tennants left a heap of junk in the back alley.  Now when I say a heap of junk I do not mean trash.  I mean a BBQ, one of those old tvs which is built into its stand, a cab for the box of a truck, a dresser, a mirror, a shelving unit, a sand box, a broken extension cord, and sliding doors for a shower.  Jonny ended up taking most of it to the dump himself with the help of Dave.  The cool thing about this was that it would have cost the landlord $40 to hire someone to take it away so he just gave us the $40.&lt;br /&gt;#3 - Alanna now has a new bus route, hence new bus driver.  It only took a full week of school for them to contact us - correction for us to finally get a hold of them - to find out where her pickup was.  It took me phoning FirstBus who told me to phone the school which I did (twice) who then told me to phone FirstBus again because apparently alot of parents where having this problem.  So I phoned FirstBus again and THEN they had the bus driver call me.  BUT, Alanna doesn't need to cross a single street to get to her stop so she can go by herself.&lt;br /&gt;#4 - I bought a box of 48 ice cream cones and when I opened the box there was only 16 cones in the  box.  There is no positive outcome to this story, this one just sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But all in all things are great!  Thank you so much for those you helped move us and those of you who kept me occupied when I was trying to avoid packing, you have been such a blessing to us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32633896-115773397408518627?l=mrsgibs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsgibs.blogspot.com/feeds/115773397408518627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32633896&amp;postID=115773397408518627&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32633896/posts/default/115773397408518627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32633896/posts/default/115773397408518627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsgibs.blogspot.com/2006/09/moving-on-up.html' title='Moving On Up'/><author><name>Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10875736885702516796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8146/3569/1600/P1000147.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32633896.post-115704924713843771</id><published>2006-08-31T12:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-08-31T12:34:07.460-06:00</updated><title type='text'>This, That and the Other Thing</title><content type='html'>Today is moving day, hooray! I figured I better write a blog because I will have no internet until the 7th. AH! I just realized that I wont have cable either, someone will need to tape Big Brother for me. Unless...Can I get Big Brother on farmer vision? Anyways, yes, today is moving day. I'm having a little bit of anxiety about the move. I'm a little nervous what is to be found under my furniture when people start moving things out. Because my house has been filled with boxes for the last two weeks I haven't vaccuumed and we've been wearing shoes in the house because it's dirty anyways. On top of that - who really vaccuums under their furniture anyways? For those of you who are helping to move us - please don't judge me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is the first day that school is back in. I've been good with being home with Alanna all summer - until just this week. They have this back to school business timed out just perfectly. The only thin g I'm worried about is that without her here I'm going to turn into some kind of a sloth because I won't be worried about keeping her entertained during the day so she doesn't drive me nuts. She's such a big girl, grade 2 already. Can you believe it? She was only 4 when I met Jonny. Sometimes it feels like I haven't known him that long, even though so much has happened since then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;OOOO, I know something cool that I did this week. Tuesday night we went on that boat/ferry thing that goes up and down the river and we had supper on the boat. Spadina Industries (where Jonny works) footed the bill for everyone to go. I suppose it was everything you could hope for, for going from the Mendel Art Gallary to the Idylwyld bridge and back. I imagine it would be better if there wasn't seadoos all over the place making waves if you know what I mean. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8146/3569/1600/weddingparty.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8146/3569/320/weddingparty.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I meant to post a picture of our entire wedding party with those other wedding pictures but I was neglectful in doing so.  Here it is for my own peace of mind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32633896-115704924713843771?l=mrsgibs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsgibs.blogspot.com/feeds/115704924713843771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32633896&amp;postID=115704924713843771&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32633896/posts/default/115704924713843771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32633896/posts/default/115704924713843771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsgibs.blogspot.com/2006/08/this-that-and-other-thing.html' title='This, That and the Other Thing'/><author><name>Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10875736885702516796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8146/3569/1600/P1000147.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32633896.post-115680950224064701</id><published>2006-08-28T17:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-08-28T17:58:22.253-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Weekend</title><content type='html'>Well thank the Lord my packing is all done.  It feels like I've been packing forever.  Oh well, it'll all be worth it in the end. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, when I'm packing my mind tends to wander and this is what I came up with this time.&lt;br /&gt;- If there are apes walking around today and we are obviously here today and if we supposedly evolved from apes, why isn't there creature's in between apes and humans walking around?&lt;br /&gt;- How long can I continue to use the "I just had a baby" excuse for my mood swings and hot flashes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably a good thing it isn't packing that I did all weekend, right?  We also were at Tim and Jenn's Sunday night for a bon fire.  It's kind of sad to know that the summer is coming to an end and the bon fire weather will be ending with it.  On the other hand, I remember as a kid after going down hill sledding we would have a weiner roast out in the snow.  Hmmm, I think that is something we'll have to do this winter.  Just proves that it's never too cold for a bon fire.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32633896-115680950224064701?l=mrsgibs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsgibs.blogspot.com/feeds/115680950224064701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32633896&amp;postID=115680950224064701&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32633896/posts/default/115680950224064701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32633896/posts/default/115680950224064701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsgibs.blogspot.com/2006/08/weekend.html' title='The Weekend'/><author><name>Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10875736885702516796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8146/3569/1600/P1000147.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32633896.post-115651721056599354</id><published>2006-08-25T08:40:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-08-25T08:46:50.576-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Wedding Pics</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8146/3569/1600/Primping.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8146/3569/320/Primping.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8146/3569/1600/HotLeah.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8146/3569/320/HotLeah.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8146/3569/1600/Leah_Jonny3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8146/3569/320/Leah_Jonny3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8146/3569/1600/Josiah_Alanna.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8146/3569/320/Josiah_Alanna.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8146/3569/1600/big_littlebride_groom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8146/3569/320/big_littlebride_groom.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just posting wedding pictures because I finally found my saved copies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32633896-115651721056599354?l=mrsgibs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsgibs.blogspot.com/feeds/115651721056599354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32633896&amp;postID=115651721056599354&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32633896/posts/default/115651721056599354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32633896/posts/default/115651721056599354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsgibs.blogspot.com/2006/08/wedding-pics.html' title='Wedding Pics'/><author><name>Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10875736885702516796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8146/3569/1600/P1000147.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32633896.post-115646808680196475</id><published>2006-08-24T18:58:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T19:08:06.823-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Immunization Day</title><content type='html'>The question everyone keeps asking has finally been answered. Emerie, at 2 1/2 months, is now weighing in at 13lbs 11oz. The funny thing is that the health nurse said that although her weight and length are in the 97 percentile (whatever that means) she is a little underweight for her length. &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8146/3569/320/HPIM1061.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;She had her two month immunization today and she's just not the same.  Everytime I come in the room a look of fear comes over her face.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Actually the whole proceedure went over pretty well.  She was deservingly upset with me for a little while but she's pretty much back to normal now.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Eeek!  Big Brother is now on, I can't blog and watch reality t.v. at the same time.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32633896-115646808680196475?l=mrsgibs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsgibs.blogspot.com/feeds/115646808680196475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32633896&amp;postID=115646808680196475&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32633896/posts/default/115646808680196475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32633896/posts/default/115646808680196475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsgibs.blogspot.com/2006/08/immunization-day.html' title='Immunization Day'/><author><name>Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10875736885702516796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8146/3569/1600/P1000147.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32633896.post-115630789040704226</id><published>2006-08-22T22:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-08-22T22:38:10.416-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8146/3569/1600/HPIM1054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8146/3569/320/HPIM1054.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; First of all, although not many add comments I was glad to hear that I have a few more readers than just Jenn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today there was a youth house party at the Eagle's. I have to say I enjoyed myself. All I really did was watch Big Brother with Kristen, Kevin, Jonny and various other people that happened to pass through the room. All I have to say about that is booooo Jeanelle! Evs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do have happy news. Our apartment has been rented out so I won't have to pay double rent for September, woo hoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is spray park day. Really I think that this day is more for the moms than the kids. I really look forward to the spray park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8146/3569/320/HPIM1039.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's that? Another picture you say? Well, if you insist. I really can't believe how big the girls are getting.  And just because everyone keeps asking, Emerie will be weighed on Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm.  I have nothing else to say.  Until next time....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32633896-115630789040704226?l=mrsgibs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsgibs.blogspot.com/feeds/115630789040704226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32633896&amp;postID=115630789040704226&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32633896/posts/default/115630789040704226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32633896/posts/default/115630789040704226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsgibs.blogspot.com/2006/08/random-thoughts.html' title='Random Thoughts'/><author><name>Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10875736885702516796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8146/3569/1600/P1000147.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32633896.post-115618936664542142</id><published>2006-08-21T13:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-08-21T13:42:46.653-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I Hate Packing</title><content type='html'>Now I don't know how everyone else attacks moving but there seem to be some people shocked that I started packing for my move 2 1/2 weeks before the move.  Need I remind some of these people that I not only have a 2 month old who needs my undivided attention at some points but also a 7 year old with what seems to be an endless list of needs and questions.  Silliness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I am not the best packer in the world.  Packing is not a task that I enjoy that much and so really I am lucky if I get three boxes packed in a day.  Actually this weekend I think I packed three boxes in total.  (I do have to give myself credit though that I have put together about 5 or so garbage bags of stuff for Community Living.)  My goal is to have EVERYTHING packed up by this weeked (one week early) and I will just eat off of paper plates if need be.  For some reason every time I move I think that I have everything packed up but then as things start making their way out of the house I discover about 4 more boxes of stuff left to pack, but no boxes to put them in.  Hence the early deadline strategy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As much as I dislike packing I am really looking forward to the move.  I really do like putting things away after a move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I am recommending to all my readers to go to the Swinnerton's fundraiser just for the music alone.  I went to the practice last night and it was phenominal, very swanky.  You guys should start touring.  (I am aware that Jenn is probably my only reader, but just in case the recommendation stays).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32633896-115618936664542142?l=mrsgibs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsgibs.blogspot.com/feeds/115618936664542142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32633896&amp;postID=115618936664542142&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32633896/posts/default/115618936664542142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32633896/posts/default/115618936664542142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsgibs.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-hate-packing.html' title='I Hate Packing'/><author><name>Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10875736885702516796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8146/3569/1600/P1000147.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32633896.post-115578796845510436</id><published>2006-08-16T21:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T22:12:48.463-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Benji!  Benji!  Benji!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;What an amazing ending to such an amazing show.  So You Think You Can Dance, season two, came to an ending today and HOORAY, Benji is the winner.  I have been rooting for Benji since his original audition in Los Angeles.  His phenominal techinical skills, humerous personality and boyish good looks proved to make a winning combination.  Truth be told though that it was none of these things that won me over.  His story is, he has been a dancer obviously for his whole life.  When he decided to devote two years to missionary work he decided to quit all dancing during that time.  At the end of the two years he auditioned for So You Think You Can Dance, and won.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I am not emotionally stable enough for reality television.  I am way too involved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Anyways, I've been going through the various rooms in my house and throwing all the things that I don't think that I will ever need again.  I have thrown out 4 garbage bags full of stuff so far.  My parents are remodeling their house and so I am also taking the rest of my stuff out of their place that hadn't made it out yet.  I now have more stuff in my house than what I started with.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;By the way, I still need to find someone to rent the apartment we are in right now or we are going to have to pay rent for next month, boooooo.  Rent is $650 (despite what I previously wrote down).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Before I go I need to brag about my baby.  Emerie is now sleeping through the night at 9 1/2 weeks old.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32633896-115578796845510436?l=mrsgibs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsgibs.blogspot.com/feeds/115578796845510436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32633896&amp;postID=115578796845510436&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32633896/posts/default/115578796845510436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32633896/posts/default/115578796845510436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsgibs.blogspot.com/2006/08/benji-benji-benji.html' title='Benji!  Benji!  Benji!'/><author><name>Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10875736885702516796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8146/3569/1600/P1000147.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32633896.post-115559233603793779</id><published>2006-08-14T15:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-08-14T15:52:16.046-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Angels Among Us???</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So, this is a discussion that Jonny and I have been having recently.  Let me know what you think.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The Bible says that we entertain angels without knowing.  I wonder if I have ever come across an angel.  I definately know a lot of people with some angelic qualities, but an actual angel I am not sure.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Looking back there is one person that stands out in my mind.  In November of 2003 I met a person at the bar of all places who I remember having such a mysterious nature about them.  I was on a horrible blind date at Overdrive (think Screech from Saved by the Bell) and a young lady came to my rescue by telling me to dance with the man behind me, which was Jonny.  She then disappeared, along with my date.  Neither Jonny or I ever knew them or saw them again.  Even if she wasn't an angel, I still like to think that there was something divine about Jonny and I getting together.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;On Oprah the other day there was a little boy who was stabbed by his father and he told Oprah that angels not only told him to play dead when his father was around but also lifted him up to use the phone so that he could call 911.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Another story is one where a boy watched his parents being killed and when brought to the police station he saw a picture on the wall of Jesus Christ.  When he saw the picture he stated that that was the man who was holding his hand while his parents were being killed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;How miraculous it is to know that God has a whole army looking out for us whether our needs are small or large.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Do not forget to entertain strangers, for by so doing some people have entertained angels without knowing it.  Hebrews 13:2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32633896-115559233603793779?l=mrsgibs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsgibs.blogspot.com/feeds/115559233603793779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32633896&amp;postID=115559233603793779&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32633896/posts/default/115559233603793779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32633896/posts/default/115559233603793779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsgibs.blogspot.com/2006/08/angels-among-us.html' title='Angels Among Us???'/><author><name>Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10875736885702516796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8146/3569/1600/P1000147.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32633896.post-115552890630623221</id><published>2006-08-13T21:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-08-13T22:44:46.346-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Good News</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.fireresides.com/leah/hpim1055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.fireresides.com/leah/hpim1055.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My baby is home! After 10 excruciating days Alanna is finally home. She was at Jan Lake with her father's family for her birthday. I don't know how I managed to part with her for her birthday but I did it. We had a little birthday party for her this evening which was a great way to welcome her home. I missed her so much!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;We got the approval on the duplex that we applied for. Hooray!! It's a 4 bedroom and it has a rumpus room&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;for all of Alanna's toys and such. We have posession as of September 1st. If anyone wants to volunteer their services as movers we will gladly accept. By the way if anyone is or knows of anyone looking for an apartment I have a fabulous 2 bedroom plus den for only $600 a month.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I am throwing in a picture of my beautiful family for your viewing pleasure (Jonny isn't flexing that's just the way his arm is, ha ha).  I love my family so much. I have really been blessed to have them in my life and I really have God to thank for everything that we have - family, friends and everything else.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;**Note:  I'll post a picture of myself if I ever come across one that I like.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32633896-115552890630623221?l=mrsgibs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsgibs.blogspot.com/feeds/115552890630623221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32633896&amp;postID=115552890630623221&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32633896/posts/default/115552890630623221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32633896/posts/default/115552890630623221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsgibs.blogspot.com/2006/08/good-news.html' title='The Good News'/><author><name>Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10875736885702516796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8146/3569/1600/P1000147.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32633896.post-115542109202704842</id><published>2006-08-12T16:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-08-12T16:41:37.123-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Blogging Virgin</title><content type='html'>So, I finally visited my first blog page today (if that's what you even call this). It has inspired me to create one of my own. Because I am a stay at home mom and rarely get to talk to adults during the day (besides yelling at Oprah) I imagine this will turn into more of a venting outlet rather than anything inspiring. It's really tough to predict at this point though. I guess the thing to do would be to keep checking in to see how things turn out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32633896-115542109202704842?l=mrsgibs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsgibs.blogspot.com/feeds/115542109202704842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32633896&amp;postID=115542109202704842&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32633896/posts/default/115542109202704842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32633896/posts/default/115542109202704842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsgibs.blogspot.com/2006/08/blogging-virgin.html' title='A Blogging Virgin'/><author><name>Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10875736885702516796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8146/3569/1600/P1000147.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
