tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17250909892637628522024-02-07T08:53:11.810-05:00Living our Lives for HimMy name is Angie Tullock. I have been married for 19 years to a wonderful man, Jimmy. We have three children, Nick, Kelli,and Rachael.Angie Tullockhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01522223103534377666noreply@blogger.comBlogger77125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1725090989263762852.post-71786977463997040012010-06-28T15:46:00.006-04:002010-06-28T16:28:59.892-04:00June 28, 2010<br /><br />Looking back, I wanted to make sure I blogged about Rachael's year of school. We are very proud of her freshman year at Union Grove Christian School and look forward to prayerfully an even better sophomore year.<br /><br />In May, we were contacted by a member of the American Christian Honor Society and told that Rachael was eligible for the distinguished honor of being inducted into the American Christian Honor Society. There are certain requirements that are part of the eligibility process including your GPA, testimony, character, service, and leadership abilities.<br /><br />Rachael was responsible for obtaining a letter of recommendation from her pastor, writing a letter of testimony, and submitting an application form that included any service to her church, school and community.<br /><br />After weeks of anticipation, we received a phone call stating that Rachael had been accepted and would be tapped during a secret ceremony at the school. Jimmy and I were sworn to secrecy, given a date and time to be at the school, and told where to park so she would not see our car. <br /><br />The whole ceremony process was so exciting. Jimmy and I have never been part of anything so special and it was a wonderful afternoon. My stepson, Nick came and enjoyed the special event with us.<br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center">Mrs. Hernandez opening up the ceremony</div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZjL1dwuc0olQ4vm24QpYJvMKzyILpFetPxVMzxWpqq0UymtWHBiVVeV21qCfDdAk4z7sQyWsYbBRA0v3p_4kudhLSf-fUbz8y71ySRWyzi5AJwPvu1UbgJjqAHFTcUU3PSnGWGyVzQAE/s1600/DSC00952.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487915981864241970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZjL1dwuc0olQ4vm24QpYJvMKzyILpFetPxVMzxWpqq0UymtWHBiVVeV21qCfDdAk4z7sQyWsYbBRA0v3p_4kudhLSf-fUbz8y71ySRWyzi5AJwPvu1UbgJjqAHFTcUU3PSnGWGyVzQAE/s200/DSC00952.JPG" border="0" /></a> All the high school kids are sitting in the auditorium, unaware that all of us parents are behind them. The existing members of the Honor Society come out and tap the shoulder of the ones that are being inducted for the following year. Here, Rachael is being tapped and taken up front by Rachel Holt. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbZotv-2OIZAjkQP9af4ybHNZZD_aSsckwyN94o54GycmwCqx1JBkKkFLZReVZeZfvYCxgqT1NxejB3gJnUcyNu18pax73sOk-qzv4exA6SLWF6z8ixAWGi7THHARyybNFIX9nxFr4alI/s1600/DSC00951.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487915679399617442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbZotv-2OIZAjkQP9af4ybHNZZD_aSsckwyN94o54GycmwCqx1JBkKkFLZReVZeZfvYCxgqT1NxejB3gJnUcyNu18pax73sOk-qzv4exA6SLWF6z8ixAWGi7THHARyybNFIX9nxFr4alI/s200/DSC00951.JPG" border="0" /></a> Rachael receiving her membership certificate from Mr.Steinhaus<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXenjBAQxiMaef3tNOOSuO_a0zWk2xFYFcf42xEHcF3aAnEPnbpAphnFXkGdhwVylEvHFrMwr7a6KdAQQIRFvDH8EuqgXdb_d_TpO_McHqjFdglgMoDGEroi-hPEUbjkR1OwcApwetGRQ/s1600/DSC00957.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487915388041256834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXenjBAQxiMaef3tNOOSuO_a0zWk2xFYFcf42xEHcF3aAnEPnbpAphnFXkGdhwVylEvHFrMwr7a6KdAQQIRFvDH8EuqgXdb_d_TpO_McHqjFdglgMoDGEroi-hPEUbjkR1OwcApwetGRQ/s200/DSC00957.JPG" border="0" /></a> The lights go out and the existing Honor students perform a song and light candles that form crosses. Beautiful site to see!<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghDfSNmUW-vwBeT36921538nkgvnlQMqDpU1RzYz8dE6v-esiDMn1yEn1-VkRJ7lUb8kDSMqSBiIEH7HYw_mU-ZVh2cFXk4dRkEzkdpcDw69m4QNCZhLFkfAhV3XKfFGTWI7WJgWVAgYg/s1600/DSC00980.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487915060961573298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghDfSNmUW-vwBeT36921538nkgvnlQMqDpU1RzYz8dE6v-esiDMn1yEn1-VkRJ7lUb8kDSMqSBiIEH7HYw_mU-ZVh2cFXk4dRkEzkdpcDw69m4QNCZhLFkfAhV3XKfFGTWI7WJgWVAgYg/s200/DSC00980.JPG" border="0" /></a> Proud Dad, Mom, and Nick with Rachael holding her certificate!<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjj0eIWYkpCp8i8OeUKBjIUH2bPiR1ZCIoBLFMdhm-iIKVQG9Gw6SIT3IBy4-n5qbKeGojH7eXEA8eMLhzIofpI8b2qHTq5pfpJ7WvLN8Gtl1pas7Z9tOY1wD3KW6NN2h0mNNAeg0MfxTA/s1600/DSC00986.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487914684142388418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjj0eIWYkpCp8i8OeUKBjIUH2bPiR1ZCIoBLFMdhm-iIKVQG9Gw6SIT3IBy4-n5qbKeGojH7eXEA8eMLhzIofpI8b2qHTq5pfpJ7WvLN8Gtl1pas7Z9tOY1wD3KW6NN2h0mNNAeg0MfxTA/s200/DSC00986.JPG" border="0" /></a> Mr.Steinhaus, Rachael, Jimmy and Me!<br /><div align="left"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZa67pEwhPTMXY9hmoQy9Xu9N293B3zObZdQxqtmrxOocVB-yIA_eig8bfFD4E4Ldmo7w6OBtusebph9wDjFlV6TjhpY3P48CP7pZ7fXiz13ZbsjfDDaqAjX2VDOoGurwPYw3IIK3-ekk/s1600/DSC00990.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487913999338478626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZa67pEwhPTMXY9hmoQy9Xu9N293B3zObZdQxqtmrxOocVB-yIA_eig8bfFD4E4Ldmo7w6OBtusebph9wDjFlV6TjhpY3P48CP7pZ7fXiz13ZbsjfDDaqAjX2VDOoGurwPYw3IIK3-ekk/s200/DSC00990.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div><div align="left">After the ceremony, the kids were taken to Olive Garden Restaurant and enjoyed lunch as part of their reward. We were so proud to be part of this special event but more proud that Rachael worked hard for this reward. She even said to me after the lunch, "mom, now I know why you always push me to do my best at everything even when I don't want to!" She then said, "I love you mom and I am thankful you stayed on my behind!"</div></div></div></div><br /></div>Angie Tullockhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01522223103534377666noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1725090989263762852.post-78791993063201925482010-06-24T15:56:00.002-04:002010-06-24T16:09:09.028-04:00Small gifts that last a lifetime!June 24, 2010<br /><br />This flower was picked and given to me by a beautiful little girl. Her name is Claire Harris and our family loves her very much. She is a joy to be around and has a "wit" about her that make us laugh every time she is with us. She is so smart and talks well for her age. I would dare say, her English is better than mine!<br /><br />One day when Claire's family was visiting our home, Claire picked this flower and brought it to me. She could not have known at the time how much her simple gift of a flower could impact another life. I had been going though some very difficult trials and was feeling quite discouraged when this flower was given to me.<br /><br /> I placed it in a water bottle and sat it on the kitchen counter.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZsJM-oPmzYskJQifkY6GnTDXEGkN0NrFNfKgb-hZDA00lVUoyX_kyEWhHpaoyvnLERQQzAlkOUO0kDx0NcjomZSrKHbs1lb5iD2UIdI0wQqrr6m-mquPOUihlZ-xA-3WaX0qTBji_vwo/s1600/DSC00330.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486431748713484930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZsJM-oPmzYskJQifkY6GnTDXEGkN0NrFNfKgb-hZDA00lVUoyX_kyEWhHpaoyvnLERQQzAlkOUO0kDx0NcjomZSrKHbs1lb5iD2UIdI0wQqrr6m-mquPOUihlZ-xA-3WaX0qTBji_vwo/s200/DSC00330.JPG" border="0" /></a> Each morning when I was dressed and ready for work, heading out the door, I would see my flower. It would bring a smile to my face and a prayer to mind. "Dear Lord, thank you for the small blessings that remind me of your love for me." God used Claire and a flower to remind me how much he loves and cares for me!<br /><br />The flower has since wilted and is now gone but the act of kindness from this child will forever serve as a lesson in my heart. Sometimes others are going through trials and carrying burdens that we may never know about but our one act of kindness can remind them of God's love!<br /><br />Thank you Claire and Mrs.Angie loves you very much!Angie Tullockhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01522223103534377666noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1725090989263762852.post-67123202241931068212010-06-24T14:39:00.005-04:002010-06-24T15:00:53.233-04:00Teens InvolvedJune 24, 2010<br /><br />Our teen youth group recently competed in the Area Teens Involved and Regional Teens Involved. This is something that our church participates in each year and I enjoy watching the teens use the talents they have been blessed with.<br /><br />This year, Rachael was involved in a vocal solo, vocal trio, puppet ministry, choir, and drama. She loves to be involved with the many different areas of teens involved and always looks forward to traveling to Word of Life camp to compete in the Teens Involved located in Florida.<br /><br />The vocal trio consisted of Rachael, Leann Berrier, and Jessica Hege. I have to admit, the first time I heard them sing for the Area Teens Involved, I was somewhat concerned. They all realized they would need lots of practice before competing in the Regional Teens Involved to be held at the end of May at Piedmont Bible College.<br /><br /> Kathy Middleton was a tremendous help to the girls and committed her time to assist the girls in their vocals, harmonizing and timing. She was awesome and soon the girls were singing as though they had been singing together for years.<br /><br /><div align="center">Rachael receiving her award from our Assistant Pastor Bailey</div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsCLXj1ccT-nOYG7IeoNyBDIS6KoaMjrVbLoGG4lFgvI5kn8bqHfFPLnUpHzSIlXGg8kGFqdtpU-Vy5Jt4V0tIdcwSAOwGp3UMZQcVaGP7sDx-F_lLdaEYm5rF5YhQEtLgHLLVxS60Tl4/s1600/DSC00098.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486412735438439026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsCLXj1ccT-nOYG7IeoNyBDIS6KoaMjrVbLoGG4lFgvI5kn8bqHfFPLnUpHzSIlXGg8kGFqdtpU-Vy5Jt4V0tIdcwSAOwGp3UMZQcVaGP7sDx-F_lLdaEYm5rF5YhQEtLgHLLVxS60Tl4/s200/DSC00098.JPG" border="0" /></a> Jessica, Rachael, Leann, and Pastor Bailey. The vocal trio advanced to Regional too!</div><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486412440378469090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhx81WQalf8lSplizKRSo7zs2AjI7XIqqHf5OXQXuBsSs-kQFwm9SZeKQDSXF_QBXjo0zRKKrnKveoen5_GoxMBDHmeKkorGeU5aY3toPUHTmnDt1OWd6gn1kKNZc7QyrLWKZtSIP99xoI/s200/DSC00093.JPG" border="0" /> Rachael performing her solo!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwmHuC9tTW13E4O63IkVAYahzzixmb9j50I8DWVokmAkzJcyb-YCOWT4vcoxDdNXq49fYvd_LL8RTYwc90G36axCafJTG5i2RJDIHnw8P3TSgHYtxWu74bzZQ7Qu0ebjZRaVWIr91PCuI/s1600/DSC00048.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486412099737198658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwmHuC9tTW13E4O63IkVAYahzzixmb9j50I8DWVokmAkzJcyb-YCOWT4vcoxDdNXq49fYvd_LL8RTYwc90G36axCafJTG5i2RJDIHnw8P3TSgHYtxWu74bzZQ7Qu0ebjZRaVWIr91PCuI/s200/DSC00048.JPG" border="0" /></a> The vocal trio: Jessica, Rachael, and Leann<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMHurD5TTV-nDloCg52xzJauUzic886vHPt78KNyB_gnMK4cFywXJW-DpP8WXsHbfJaHtTNIcfAFL6NmmbPXhLLLe3KxG_YGO6FCiqQORy3ovS0SS4xu1PfRedvQnF6dV0Cf1hcpDgXN8/s1600/DSC00033.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486411874094369314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMHurD5TTV-nDloCg52xzJauUzic886vHPt78KNyB_gnMK4cFywXJW-DpP8WXsHbfJaHtTNIcfAFL6NmmbPXhLLLe3KxG_YGO6FCiqQORy3ovS0SS4xu1PfRedvQnF6dV0Cf1hcpDgXN8/s200/DSC00033.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div><div align="left">I thing all of our teens performed exceptionally well and I will be praying for them as they travel to Florida in July to compete at Word of Life Camp.</div><br /></div>Angie Tullockhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01522223103534377666noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1725090989263762852.post-62528069488580672792010-06-24T14:08:00.007-04:002010-06-24T14:34:49.414-04:00RU CELEBRATIONOn February 20,2010 we held our annual Reformers Unanimous celebration dinner for our many volunteers who assist Jimmy in this ministry.<br /><br />This year the menu consisted of barbecue, baked beans, potato salad, rolls, chips, chicken tenders, and lots of desserts. I believe the barbecue is a standing request now and Jimmy always does a wonderful job with cooking it.<br /><br />We now have close to 30 volunteers that work in RU and we are so grateful for the dedication and time they each give to this ministry. I personally schedule and work in the daycare along with many other couples. This is just a small way of saying how much we appreciate all of the volunteers for their many hours of service.<br /><br /><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZ1t6Ng4czmDYwU6ewk-UdN4WrIeqhzbJ3k5-d5oNuCSFRQOzDN6kx8gHrHzjb_Pv0FCx-EIy6KmZEbYE5OLUTMgl6tarCNcLZQQNekTEBEgCPfOtife_HInhylKH6Ls0oUZWPBT9fsw8/s1600/DSC00022.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486406425810031506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZ1t6Ng4czmDYwU6ewk-UdN4WrIeqhzbJ3k5-d5oNuCSFRQOzDN6kx8gHrHzjb_Pv0FCx-EIy6KmZEbYE5OLUTMgl6tarCNcLZQQNekTEBEgCPfOtife_HInhylKH6Ls0oUZWPBT9fsw8/s200/DSC00022.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0qG9X6PPIZ8jwXA7P971NGzREXETOAF8FZkVreHjulabuc_9VisednKpbofavhgv4AFb9hHGFTmWX09YOo5sqbTX5PePW1BAbEMEwUsGo1s7Uk9Q3rLumVXVK1lopqAFrA2L19hqmkbo/s1600/DSC00018.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486406223570136674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0qG9X6PPIZ8jwXA7P971NGzREXETOAF8FZkVreHjulabuc_9VisednKpbofavhgv4AFb9hHGFTmWX09YOo5sqbTX5PePW1BAbEMEwUsGo1s7Uk9Q3rLumVXVK1lopqAFrA2L19hqmkbo/s200/DSC00018.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkDybz2TkuMDTHd5-6jkgyHsi1Fky8OyO7H8OtZ0RMOWLopZpaJQVb9_SnzIR8Q9PCJv4eQgzIymPRDpcXAgdcFpudEvV_UL6vEWmf1NIy1pCX11_zZej3I4tdYT9bYWICuQssCaeCH74/s1600/DSC00019.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486405662990930354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkDybz2TkuMDTHd5-6jkgyHsi1Fky8OyO7H8OtZ0RMOWLopZpaJQVb9_SnzIR8Q9PCJv4eQgzIymPRDpcXAgdcFpudEvV_UL6vEWmf1NIy1pCX11_zZej3I4tdYT9bYWICuQssCaeCH74/s200/DSC00019.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486404405706624194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtrldtLVNW71CKHkr18e9MU_BFO0Z75b9kzXGHfGy_A7vYxnFD7sDTndRvcsDRZxZlB9PwyabgKAX2Bus5DTf3tJ4GyE2VPt6Mxo2SYxkAUruiwxie8_DWZBk22K1-r4dVA2P5YqWbE4A/s200/DSC00014.JPG" border="0" /> </div><div>We love you all very much and appreciate all you do!</div></div></div><br /></div>Angie Tullockhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01522223103534377666noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1725090989263762852.post-20636602832087599212010-03-11T10:15:00.005-05:002010-03-11T13:04:19.469-05:00Learning to DriveMarch 11, 2010<br /><br /><br /><br />I have been trying to get a moment now for sometime to blog about the latest and greatest event going on in the lives of the Tullocks. I know I should have posted about this event immediately after our daughter received her learners permit but I'm sure it was better to wait because I now have more to share.<br /><br />Rachael started drivers education back in December of 2009 at North Davidson High School. She completed her class time and then started her in car driving time.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEGRuAppwuxtju13kwo3N_T2Ztt1xt-8cUPWZJQJ90hzntdVKWSmVyw5Ikyv2OhFw6sCRL6Txtxu86ZrKCuesrhwQspM8g7xTJI1kpAlh2yyiIg3azuMIgHT9tLEyOZNX5o9xCi6oJPDM/s1600-h/27990016.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447398586224271714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 132px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEGRuAppwuxtju13kwo3N_T2Ztt1xt-8cUPWZJQJ90hzntdVKWSmVyw5Ikyv2OhFw6sCRL6Txtxu86ZrKCuesrhwQspM8g7xTJI1kpAlh2yyiIg3azuMIgHT9tLEyOZNX5o9xCi6oJPDM/s200/27990016.jpg" border="0" /></a> Here, she is driving away from the school, and yes, that is snow on the ground. Guess I need to be glad she got some lessons on driving in bad weather conditions!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5ry7cimS6HQU9CCOkPn1WzpazRLNHI4C9NdXna1G3p7p_PaOb0Nwg0fFQNwZWt8cuE7S0rOWYQ5UcqGcL9QXAgSMy65Ef9Dptzd4Isq-27wh1ToheqYbwrIOwo8l9IvU4oAyozWM-FGM/s1600-h/27990017.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447398580241635842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 132px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5ry7cimS6HQU9CCOkPn1WzpazRLNHI4C9NdXna1G3p7p_PaOb0Nwg0fFQNwZWt8cuE7S0rOWYQ5UcqGcL9QXAgSMy65Ef9Dptzd4Isq-27wh1ToheqYbwrIOwo8l9IvU4oAyozWM-FGM/s200/27990017.jpg" border="0" /></a> Rachael in her "temporary" car. You might recognize the person in the back. That's Christopher Kiser. He attends UGCS with Rachael and was in the driving school with her. She was glad it was someone she knew from school so she could feel more comfortable about learning to drive.<br /><br /><br /><br />On January 4, 2010, Rachael received her North Carolina learner's permit to drive. After leaving the DMV office, she immediately asked for the keys and thus began a new phase in our mother/daughter relationship!<br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinHLU0WMi1kF-rpU8ZWUlxJDakutjx5W-fwRu-wbY09icuJgGtXDIQfM7U7Tv7jyKspUi_PvN080M5zdlwSgkik4_8thyphenhyphenoHKJW_dGk-nSAl_s-P3-vP-sa73A6gh8uFAOGhfyl1gH8uME/s1600-h/DSC00254.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447398576083339826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinHLU0WMi1kF-rpU8ZWUlxJDakutjx5W-fwRu-wbY09icuJgGtXDIQfM7U7Tv7jyKspUi_PvN080M5zdlwSgkik4_8thyphenhyphenoHKJW_dGk-nSAl_s-P3-vP-sa73A6gh8uFAOGhfyl1gH8uME/s200/DSC00254.JPG" border="0" /></a> Both hands on the steering wheel, please!!</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="left">Initially, Rachael did not like driving my Kia. She was a little nervous as we left DMV because the Ford Fusion she had learned to drive in was smaller and had a better view for her to see everything around her.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqmG7zaq6DSTGcn5ucZ4OaY0cl4lmz9sWmwHHDfqUHuBRSm27untI3VzHKqe1vgPkreVdtI6GNay3IweL5oq3tCcSvGdfK3mltG0pf2oUvGzww84AqpxcBeLJwt1e9NW2gM7d8AEkPc20/s1600-h/DSC00250.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447398562686177714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqmG7zaq6DSTGcn5ucZ4OaY0cl4lmz9sWmwHHDfqUHuBRSm27untI3VzHKqe1vgPkreVdtI6GNay3IweL5oq3tCcSvGdfK3mltG0pf2oUvGzww84AqpxcBeLJwt1e9NW2gM7d8AEkPc20/s200/DSC00250.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />Our first scary moment came literally within 5 minutes after leaving the DMV office. Rachael was driving south on Peters Creek Pkwy in the middle lane. I tried to give her as much notice as possible that she would need to switch lanes to make an upcoming right turn. Traffic was heavy and Rachael was accelerating. She abruptly heads over into the right lane and I hear the sound of a horn beside me. I look and there is a white truck at the back side of our vehicle. Rachael swerved back over into our lane and I was shouting, "Rachael, you have to look before you get over in the other lane!" She calmly responds, "this vehicle is bigger and I can't see out of it like I can my little car." </div><br /><p>Note to self: First lesson in driving with your child. Be prepare for the unexpected! Do not assume you can ever take your eyes off them as they are driving and always monitor what they are doing. And if you tell them to get over, you may want to add, "look first!"<br /></p><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-pr3R5LLfGlMqfTQyzo4EodSG_j83JCb72OWI4pRXtLXCB_Zq6wWOus_aXiCEVokK_yARIJTVrXWedD5g02Ob7tSWoYo9dFUcQNuojl6OqboXUFxCqSDFZ_dalHpSCe3oylHHTLyHZ_E/s1600-h/DSC00249.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447398555690623634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-pr3R5LLfGlMqfTQyzo4EodSG_j83JCb72OWI4pRXtLXCB_Zq6wWOus_aXiCEVokK_yARIJTVrXWedD5g02Ob7tSWoYo9dFUcQNuojl6OqboXUFxCqSDFZ_dalHpSCe3oylHHTLyHZ_E/s200/DSC00249.JPG" border="0" /></a> Rachael has continued to learn and I don't think anyone can prepare parents for the close calls, shouting, crying, and laughing that come along with a child learning to drive. It's trial and error, and takes lots of prayer. It has brought up a whole new realm of being a parent. I call it the "worry yourselves sick phase!" I know God's word tells us not to worry, but I struggle greatly with this one. I worry, more than I should, and about things I shouldn't.<br /></p><p>There has been other close calls and I'll share just a few because of the responses we received from Rachael. There is laughter among the tears and shouting.<br /></p><p>We took a trip to the beach in February (I'll try and blog about this too) and Rachael wanted to drive. We were traveling down a 2 lane divided highway. We fell in behind a funeral procession and slowed down to a crawling speed of 25 mph. Jimmy asked me if there was any law that stated we could not move over into the left hand lane and travel past the procession as we had been behind them for a good 15 minutes. I told him I did not know of any law that stated we could not go past, but out of respect, I thought we should stay behind the procession, until other vehicles moved over into the left hand lane and started to pass. Jimmy instructed Rachael to move over into the left hand lane and follow the other vehicles. She was doing great until she came up beside the Sheriff deputy's car with the blue lights beaming! Rachael was so enticed by the lights and the sheriff deputy, that our car began to veer towards his car. Jimmy took his 2 fingers and thumped Rachael on her right arm and shouted, "Rachael!" She jerked the car back over into our lane and with the calmest of voice responded to her dad, "if there's a bruise on my arm tomorrow, I'm going to be really upset!" Never mind the fact that we just about wiped out an entire funeral procession. My daughter was concerned about a possible bruise on her arm from her father, who was trying to gain her attention! </p><p> And then there was the latest episode when Rachael and I pulled into the Walgreens and I got out to go inside. Rachael advised me she was going to stay in the car and wait while I went in and grabbed a few items. Upon returning to the car 10 minutes later, Rachael begins to back out of the parking space. I looked back and shouted, "stop!" Rachael was within inches of the bumper of another vehicle parked in a space behind us. I asked Rachael, "honey, did you look before you backed?" "You have to look before you back up Rachael, did you look?" Once again with calmness in her voice and a confused expression upon her face, Rachael responded, "Where in the world did he come from?" "He wasn't here when I first pulled in!" I responded with, "Rachael, that was 15 minutes ago honey." "The parking lot doesn't stand still in time because you've arrived!"</p><p>It has been 2 months now and she is getting better each day. Her dad and I are proud of the progress she has made and continue to ask God to keep us safe each day. I have to admit as a mother, my biggest fear is that phone call that no one wants to receive and I pray every morning and night for God to protect my children. I know I have to place her in his hands because there is coming that day when her dad and I will hand her the keys and she will drive away on her own. It absolutely scares me to death and it is something I ask God to help me with each day. I also struggle with the process of losing the baby in her to the adult she is becoming! I just continue to tell myself, "I don't know what the future holds, but I know who holds our future!"</p><p>Isaiah 55: 8-9</p>Angie Tullockhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01522223103534377666noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1725090989263762852.post-33762325765047674062010-03-08T12:26:00.008-05:002010-03-08T14:08:36.098-05:00Memory Lane<div align="left">March 8, 2010</div><br /><div align="left"></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="left">Recently as I was cleaning out some closet's and organizing some things, I found a bag containing several disposal cameras. I wasn't sure if the pictures could be developed due to the age of the cameras and the conditions in which they had been found, but I decided I would give it a try anyway.<br /></div><div align="left"></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="left">After dropping off all 15 cameras at the local Walgreen's, I was told I could pick them up the following afternoon. I have to admit, it was like waiting for Christmas day, wondering what gifts would be under the tree! I could not wait to get to Walgreen's the next afternoon and see if any pictures had been salvaged. To my surprise 13 out of the 15 cameras were able to be developed! Praise the Lord!<br /></div><div align="left"></div><br /><div align="left"></div><br /><div align="left">What a blessing to see so many memories that were otherwise gone but now given life through the eyes of a camera.</div><p><br /> </p><div align="left"></div><br /><div align="left">These first pictures are of my stepdaughter, Kelli at her high school graduation from North Davidson High School. Kelli turns 25 May 7th of this year so it would make these pictures close to 8 years old.</div><br /><div align="left"></div><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWhQBRXe7QLVTHswjV12fnisqtONM6sp-xo8D4e6ZQzXgP9Tj3sT-j0WusNPqT4Th2nQSXubdADqlaApCPlmLUgbut74vt3Vq03MWqd7MTmNe8fWncGBeEGUWPqDvRJFR03-S-6ixnlIE/s1600-h/28240022.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446322321303738738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 114px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWhQBRXe7QLVTHswjV12fnisqtONM6sp-xo8D4e6ZQzXgP9Tj3sT-j0WusNPqT4Th2nQSXubdADqlaApCPlmLUgbut74vt3Vq03MWqd7MTmNe8fWncGBeEGUWPqDvRJFR03-S-6ixnlIE/s200/28240022.jpg" border="0" /></a> Kelli with sisters, Jana (l) and Rachael (r)<br /></div><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8NmhOjbbErNz9RBhf3H4GT7koD5O8NYT-yrACDuLRG_qLVZ3aq7VUFMdpo77hh0CdBlcvU9WHOiYsm6OSdBggcd6RZqc8DVu0GWRvuaJj_daxHqb4B6xF9cClRRpWCHPPbiuQDGYXzxg/s1600-h/28240021.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446322312452876354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 114px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8NmhOjbbErNz9RBhf3H4GT7koD5O8NYT-yrACDuLRG_qLVZ3aq7VUFMdpo77hh0CdBlcvU9WHOiYsm6OSdBggcd6RZqc8DVu0GWRvuaJj_daxHqb4B6xF9cClRRpWCHPPbiuQDGYXzxg/s200/28240021.jpg" border="0" /></a> Kelli with Papa Tullock (l) and Mama Tullock (r)<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgremnLPuUxx4ZPEMI3vjBn9Y7kC6m6IxDqAPzdUCbCGKqUCnTW52QF7LDs2I85Ek8y1xpijFP8B0CLO8iqbMXo-7Wcv24FXF_N3GdBS9k-7opHas2ymfktOCT5tIq5m5h0_crLzKd5vmg/s1600-h/28160002.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446322307366291266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 114px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgremnLPuUxx4ZPEMI3vjBn9Y7kC6m6IxDqAPzdUCbCGKqUCnTW52QF7LDs2I85Ek8y1xpijFP8B0CLO8iqbMXo-7Wcv24FXF_N3GdBS9k-7opHas2ymfktOCT5tIq5m5h0_crLzKd5vmg/s200/28160002.jpg" border="0" /></a> Kelli at age 17<br /><br /><div align="center"><br /></div><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhp6tYqweiC0mQeJ0oc5bAyCCwhK-zefmHd2zB4BxIt8oXfuEhgPX8ON2iRKrnZfojgK9MDoyuD3h3DCp24mEgkhZQ9JzwQH98LjqPd2W0CTzNuPrzt7OEk59LGo89CwfT-uHINPPiN_go/s1600-h/28160012.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446317720576987058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 114px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhp6tYqweiC0mQeJ0oc5bAyCCwhK-zefmHd2zB4BxIt8oXfuEhgPX8ON2iRKrnZfojgK9MDoyuD3h3DCp24mEgkhZQ9JzwQH98LjqPd2W0CTzNuPrzt7OEk59LGo89CwfT-uHINPPiN_go/s200/28160012.jpg" border="0" /></a> Kelli and her Dad</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="left">This next picture was one that Rachael had requested I take several times and finally one day after school, she got her wish. Rachael has been a student of UGCS since the age of 3 and when Pastor returned in 2001, she quickly became one of his "little buddies." As she continued to grow at UGCS, so did her love for Pastor and the church. It was through the love shown to us by UGCS that Rachael and I started attending Union Grove Baptist Church and we each became believers through hearing the gospel of Jesus Christ. Jimmy would join us in 2003. It's amazing what Love can do!<br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4RNKRf_J_R3bcoCgIKWgH8GHArzKECPe0j8cvFs1bktY5p9XF1zysvAR_ZPshlVDLyDankdqXZRs5aRsXsQpR_h2z-_2Xm0Zb0lqmbLpdZrngjzKUTllssKHgA4fMB9HYf5lyXIizV1w/s1600-h/28180004.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446317717976385282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 114px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4RNKRf_J_R3bcoCgIKWgH8GHArzKECPe0j8cvFs1bktY5p9XF1zysvAR_ZPshlVDLyDankdqXZRs5aRsXsQpR_h2z-_2Xm0Zb0lqmbLpdZrngjzKUTllssKHgA4fMB9HYf5lyXIizV1w/s200/28180004.jpg" border="0" /></a> Rachael and Pastor Harris (I believe this was taken in 2002) </div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="left">This picture was one among many that were taken when Rachael and the Brown boys celebrated their birthdays together one year. Yuri and Jon were a big part of showing Christ to our family and try to include us in as many activities as possible to plant the seeds of salvation. Praise the Lord for people willing to put others first and share the love of Jesus Christ. A family divided by sin but now united in Christ!<br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNxwHsJqIt8meprCJq0PWyJcK57m_Kp9LAMvoYxGDSro_tzoh4Puk1ZF4VBkFxFFttcA13CjWX1Ok-0RhIIRx7NJBj-eHJxI1LyeA_mzuRqPpWsj1kWvQ2Y4kcygPk9nJJsrZEPbrupSY/s1600-h/28220005.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446317709027373090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 114px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNxwHsJqIt8meprCJq0PWyJcK57m_Kp9LAMvoYxGDSro_tzoh4Puk1ZF4VBkFxFFttcA13CjWX1Ok-0RhIIRx7NJBj-eHJxI1LyeA_mzuRqPpWsj1kWvQ2Y4kcygPk9nJJsrZEPbrupSY/s200/28220005.jpg" border="0" /><br /><p align="center"></a>McKinley, Seth & Wilson Brown and Rachael Tullock</p><br /><p align="center"></p><br /><p align="left">The next two pictures are of Rachael and her dog, Bear. Bear was a wonderful part of our family and we were blessed to have him for many years. I remember the day I had to tell her that Bear had passed away and the tears she cried. It was the first loss of someone dear to her and she was comforted by a shadow box that Kim & Yuri had made for her. The shadow box contains Bear's collar, his ID tag and a picture of him and Rachael together.<br /></p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaD0is2ojNCYO-ULC5ZLAnFEON_7_0Ay2WfM5vw0JhKIJH3olaftqlD87jrXMCYOZHstq7bNe7W1gRcp89PiX6Z-GnxgarzDyfIjI-WcxnrqLeRuDDkHIM0iSaQtHKMg5mRYN2bceIu-E/s1600-h/28220022.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446317702791952370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 114px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaD0is2ojNCYO-ULC5ZLAnFEON_7_0Ay2WfM5vw0JhKIJH3olaftqlD87jrXMCYOZHstq7bNe7W1gRcp89PiX6Z-GnxgarzDyfIjI-WcxnrqLeRuDDkHIM0iSaQtHKMg5mRYN2bceIu-E/s200/28220022.jpg" border="0" /><br /><p align="center"></a>Rachael and Bear playing in the snow.<br /></p><br /><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEqdAj21oLn2h3D_-RCHQ2i0aSXFwoXqVGaWaDcpQPiVTJmmcsXQcexV-xgMpWtggsMw2hyphenhyphen8SeoLXTEk4x_VlLTELg_cG2B-DR2pchIimnNHRQSqk8iwwjCN6z9N3Htb_aml-2KRP7Djc/s1600-h/28240001.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446317698711774946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 114px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEqdAj21oLn2h3D_-RCHQ2i0aSXFwoXqVGaWaDcpQPiVTJmmcsXQcexV-xgMpWtggsMw2hyphenhyphen8SeoLXTEk4x_VlLTELg_cG2B-DR2pchIimnNHRQSqk8iwwjCN6z9N3Htb_aml-2KRP7Djc/s200/28240001.jpg" border="0" /></a> Bear<br /></p><br /><p align="center"></p><br /><p align="left">Rachael has always enjoyed playing sports and we believe that God has blessed her with many athletic abilities. She loves to play volleyball, basketball, and softball. She even played on the spring soccer teams at UGCS until they started overlapping with softball. She then determined she would stay a softball player. Rachael played community sports from the time she was old enough to hit a ball off a tee and bounce a basketball around half court! She loves sports!<br /><br /></p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOwwGkvtSUwTs9JXjqgBc0s0m1C0Gp2YZ7qgQRZTpIUI473-m0ryF3B7JnMmiTRJypILithCRNksp2XaOBWVhHDdigIji2uA__IA5PjBNQWyQSaDRl4Q_slRdPvLrkl251AK_R1QWmadU/s1600-h/28240007.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446316936265984898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 114px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOwwGkvtSUwTs9JXjqgBc0s0m1C0Gp2YZ7qgQRZTpIUI473-m0ryF3B7JnMmiTRJypILithCRNksp2XaOBWVhHDdigIji2uA__IA5PjBNQWyQSaDRl4Q_slRdPvLrkl251AK_R1QWmadU/s200/28240007.jpg" border="0" /><br /><p align="center"></a>Rachael playing softball for Arcadia community team. That's Jessica Hege behind her.<br /><br /></p><br /><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglYgaHvmhB9_cECwGkEESTNLs3kdz1vofl6sIzRgjJ78zVW7XAFKsXVzP2GOkttTjrj4A-rO2YKWSMK2WaWlMQ0CZ7eZQFBNZ9LhcIQ9xbW8jAVuzmCrjChnl7x-35w9c_jFdLTvpCDaE/s1600-h/28240019.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446316926174305186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 114px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglYgaHvmhB9_cECwGkEESTNLs3kdz1vofl6sIzRgjJ78zVW7XAFKsXVzP2GOkttTjrj4A-rO2YKWSMK2WaWlMQ0CZ7eZQFBNZ9LhcIQ9xbW8jAVuzmCrjChnl7x-35w9c_jFdLTvpCDaE/s200/28240019.jpg" border="0" /></a> Paige Wall, Rachael Tullock, and Mackezie Hauser</p><br /><p align="left">I think every young girl goes through a stage of wanting a horse and Rachael was no different. We went through the age of her big sister, Kelli desiring to have her own horse and Rachael followed in her footsteps. Rachael asked her dad and I to buy her a horse at least once a day for a solid year. You could not make her understand that a horse required a lot of money, land, food, and attention. We finally were able to compromise when I began taking her horseback riding at Tanglewood Farms. </p><br /><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHsBSb3gh2RmhD9_UAdmgRLdezrEHls87NVtR7c0IPiuqlcOH9jZj9aws5yOjJw1mKsUvI2_d3-tofw80HswmgNYhG8aglJjANrlETG5wXQMrIfNwkAW8G-AX7Y3ri6uM1ofD-d5Rbfy4/s1600-h/27810006.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446316923390239266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 132px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHsBSb3gh2RmhD9_UAdmgRLdezrEHls87NVtR7c0IPiuqlcOH9jZj9aws5yOjJw1mKsUvI2_d3-tofw80HswmgNYhG8aglJjANrlETG5wXQMrIfNwkAW8G-AX7Y3ri6uM1ofD-d5Rbfy4/s200/27810006.jpg" border="0" /></a> Rachael and her horse (he was a rental)</p><br /><p align="left"></p><br /><p align="center">I'm not sure where this next picture was taken but it shows Rachael, Jessica Hege, and Haley Griffith together. It was probably taken at church but I love the smiles on their faces!<br /><br /></p><br /><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOFxAUP6v789eoin_Ussj7OnKq8ynbqdsi62-yNF0vTt5oYxrgLfRMD2jB92xDOmN7mQ3JD7Rg7So3_dF69lMYhXcEEQZt1fPv-g_KX4y8WclZJTskH-ncpv6Lc_ZMTbp87eaLrutiX4c/s1600-h/27630013.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446316919557051874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 132px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOFxAUP6v789eoin_Ussj7OnKq8ynbqdsi62-yNF0vTt5oYxrgLfRMD2jB92xDOmN7mQ3JD7Rg7So3_dF69lMYhXcEEQZt1fPv-g_KX4y8WclZJTskH-ncpv6Lc_ZMTbp87eaLrutiX4c/s200/27630013.jpg" border="0" /></a> </p><br /><p>Our last picture down memory lane was our most recent one. This picture was taken in 2008. Thanksgiving Day at our house. We celebrate Thanksgiving Day at our house each year and Jimmy's family, my mom, and a few friends join us.<br /></p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfAMkpWNo_8rXPPdKLp51aqBIjImU2ov97Ccrwrznh1HREezjFjm6rzUADDmmGhw0jnriI74RHrVo5d0639qUlN3DmWjvOMvrrO5SXiUbuFIFCmNqDxwEAOVc5CuJ8UCoaw7zTA0Vi3Yk/s1600-h/27590005.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446316909190829730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 132px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfAMkpWNo_8rXPPdKLp51aqBIjImU2ov97Ccrwrznh1HREezjFjm6rzUADDmmGhw0jnriI74RHrVo5d0639qUlN3DmWjvOMvrrO5SXiUbuFIFCmNqDxwEAOVc5CuJ8UCoaw7zTA0Vi3Yk/s200/27590005.jpg" border="0" /><br /><p align="center"></a>Jimmy, Rose, Kelli, Jennifer, Nick, Mom, Me, PaPa, MaMa, Rachael, Daniel and Julie</p><br /><p align="center"></p><br /><p align="center">It was so much fun looking at all the pictures and even posting some of them to facebook. It was like having Christmas all over again! Some of the best gifts can be unexpected gifts!<br /></p>Angie Tullockhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01522223103534377666noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1725090989263762852.post-52360343283007516002010-01-18T13:08:00.003-05:002010-01-18T15:01:34.482-05:00"Talking to J.T"<br /><br />Monday, January 18, 2010<br /><br />Permission was given for me to blog about this from my daughter.<br /><br />Rachael has a new interest in life. Its talking to J.T. For months now, when we ask Rachael what she is doing, her response seems to be the same each time, "talking to J.T." After many months of being asked from others at our church, "who is J.T." or "is it "J.T.Wilt", I have been requested to introduce Johnathan T. McNeely.<br /><br /><div align="center">(Johnathan is the one in the middle surrounded by all the girls..lol)</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBWxGXittBa-_kvue1R3XUD5GzPFi9CfsDMS34n33tTszMX4WdX4mB5WVUg-7SIUNnQmiWLULpK4WfXXddZOUur0_pFRBPcDjatQeHxo0XDPC_BP3_YWRZxA-k6NflILeN2ZwlrKbXyxU/s1600-h/angie's+pictures+569.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428143895401566946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBWxGXittBa-_kvue1R3XUD5GzPFi9CfsDMS34n33tTszMX4WdX4mB5WVUg-7SIUNnQmiWLULpK4WfXXddZOUur0_pFRBPcDjatQeHxo0XDPC_BP3_YWRZxA-k6NflILeN2ZwlrKbXyxU/s200/angie's+pictures+569.jpg" border="0" /></a> Rachael met Johnathan at Word Of Life Camp in July of 2009. He is from Lake Wales, Florida and is a member of Trinity Baptist Church in Lake Wales, Florida. Johnathan is 16 years of age and a junior in high school. He became a close friend to my daughter during her week at camp. After returning home, he became friends with Rachael on our face book page. This was the beginning of the end for me and Jimmy accessing face book very much.<br /><br />Rachael and JT (as she calls him) began chatting on FB every night. They rarely missed talking with each other and our house was filled with random laughter each evening coming from our daughter. We never knew what was being said but it sure did make our daughter smile:)<br /><br /><div align="center">(Rachael, JT and Leann at WOL 2009)</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9etss8rO-SWszs_LmkB06jvchlpco8T_69ZtI8Zsqxj1R5z_72Oq9sDJcUr9f04lNK9lHb0KaB75lvt6eo9cVA6unLPfKP3AyoKssG8H1dfird1JGcmWCGgeUQ3vAARXqRoZgh8JBaFA/s1600-h/angie's+pictures+551.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428143734860041586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9etss8rO-SWszs_LmkB06jvchlpco8T_69ZtI8Zsqxj1R5z_72Oq9sDJcUr9f04lNK9lHb0KaB75lvt6eo9cVA6unLPfKP3AyoKssG8H1dfird1JGcmWCGgeUQ3vAARXqRoZgh8JBaFA/s200/angie's+pictures+551.jpg" border="0" /></a> As parents, we became interested very quickly in who our daughter was talking with and not long after the conversations began on FB, we were introduced to Johnathan over the phone. He seemed to be very respectful, nice, and somewhat shy. More importantly, he was saved and his family saved and attending an Independent Baptist Church. Soon, Johnathan and Rachael started discussing our upcoming trip to Disney World in Florida (which I just recently posted about) and they began to discuss a way of seeing each other again. Johnathan's mother soon called and invited us to spend a day with them at Universal Studios while we were in Florida. So the arrangements were made and Rachael began anticipating the day she would see JT again.<br /><br />I had asked Rachael several times after being introduced to JT by phone if she liked him in a "boy-friend way" and she always gave the same patent answer. "Mom, I do not know him that well and we are just friends."<br /><br /><div align="left">We were to meet JT and his family on the last day of our Disney trip. Unfortunately, Jimmy became ill and was unable to go, so Tyler Odell stepped in and took his place. We met JT, his mom (Sheri), dad (Glenn), big brother (Cody), little sister (Courtney), and best friend (Eric) at Universal and enjoyed the day with them at Halloween Horror Nights. We had a very good time and enjoyed talking with their family. We got along great and at the end of the day shared hugs and said good-bye.</div><div align="center"><br />(heading back to our cars after a long day at Universal)</div><div align="center">left to right: Eric, JT, Tyler and Rachael<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJCW4TyVH5iCFvvGlkguyPl4dC0YMVJLCL-1fMtf8jLICht-cvaW5aDflJT5EpkKfHPFPOSUps4ob09IKhV9CHFB9T0zdp_Av4BqFcnmtAYV-4fo9KCgce30waBJKeDnkomIjQfXMmJxc/s1600-h/DSCF2308.JPG"></a><br /></div><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiUHbVTSj9kBAbqC53SZ0q_Dn7hasSa206lBigzFpugEgxXFjnbG7JFlqO5VnT4wN74VAoPuefITDjxBwVQk5lbFPjXvDiuh2UMJSBlpA66CgT1blQRuks1l-gJGbmpn_7tD50jIQvoj4/s1600-h/DSCF2345.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428143724204505298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiUHbVTSj9kBAbqC53SZ0q_Dn7hasSa206lBigzFpugEgxXFjnbG7JFlqO5VnT4wN74VAoPuefITDjxBwVQk5lbFPjXvDiuh2UMJSBlpA66CgT1blQRuks1l-gJGbmpn_7tD50jIQvoj4/s200/DSCF2345.JPG" border="0" /></a> After arriving back in North Carolina, the chatting on FB sooned turned to talking on the phone. They have not missed a day since we returned home from Disney and on Rachael's 15th Birthday at midnight, Johnathan asked her to be his "official" girlfriend. He sent Rachael a diamond cross necklace and pair of earrings for Christmas and continues to talk with me and Jimmy about any plans he tries to make for them to see each other. </p><p>Recently, his family has invited our family to spend time with them in June while they are camping in the North Carolina mountains so we are making arrangements to meet with them. Rachael has also agreed to attend the Wilds Teen Camp with his youth group in July and then they both will attend WOL camp again this summer.</p><p>Some may ask, "do you really expect this long distance relationship to work?" or "is it smart to encourage your daughter in this relationship?" Jimmy and I have discussed this many times and we both have come to the same conclusion. She is 15 and boys are going to be part of her life. We would rather her get to know the heart of a boy rather than it solely be based upon a physical attraction. We feel that this is what the long distance relationship is doing. They are learning about each other's hearts without seeing one another daily. Some say, it is her first real crush and "summer love" and maybe they are right. I don't question it anymore, we just monitor it and do what we think is right as parents. </p><p>Jimmy and I are sure of one thing. The Lord brought JT McNeely and his family into our lives for a reason. It might be for spiritual growth, new Christian friendships, trials, or lessons to be learned but we are trusting the Lord in all of it. </p><p>We pray every night that the Lord is preparing a Godly husband for our daughter, whomever it might be. We are NOT rushing this and know that Rachael still has years of undecided plans. That is why we cling to Isaiah 55:8-9.</p><p>In the mean time, we'll just continue to hear, "talking to JT."<br /></p>Angie Tullockhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01522223103534377666noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1725090989263762852.post-72981812043479123562009-12-19T08:52:00.013-05:002010-01-06T14:28:08.889-05:00<span style="color:#000000;"></span><span style="color:#cc33cc;"></span><span style="color:#cc33cc;"></span><span style="color:#cc33cc;"></span><br /><br /><span style="color:#cc66cc;">Wednesday, January 6, 2010</span><br /><span style="color:#cc66cc;"></span><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Missing Disney!</span><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;"></span><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;">I have been trying to find the time for several months now to blog about one of the BEST vacations we have taken together as a family. I seem to have finally found the time to post all pictures and gather my thoughts. I warn you, it might be the longest post in history!</span><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;"></span><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;">In late September of this past year, our family scheduled a week long trip to Disney World in Orlando, Florida. We had 7 nights and 8 days of absolute continuous fun, great weather, and good health! (until the last night), "sorry honey, you caught the cold crud and was unable to attend Horror Nights at Universal with us!"</span><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhibn0RUplVyKomsytSYJQjXaMTs4kQgwVmZngShqZ9AL8BIiUnhL9-wGOYfns1kxJ6s7MUYLA513sO6K2xyB19qAEwnTOV7uPv4RikcilY01qnkB-XWHWkJOS68_flJChLX4KGdI0FMTo/s1600-h/DSCF1757.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423679553785973282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhibn0RUplVyKomsytSYJQjXaMTs4kQgwVmZngShqZ9AL8BIiUnhL9-wGOYfns1kxJ6s7MUYLA513sO6K2xyB19qAEwnTOV7uPv4RikcilY01qnkB-XWHWkJOS68_flJChLX4KGdI0FMTo/s200/DSCF1757.JPG" border="0" /></a> <span style="color:#cc33cc;">The day we departed from Greensboro. We were so thankful we were able to get decently priced airline tickets!</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc33cc;"></span> </div> <span style="color:#cc33cc;">Landing in Atlanta, Georgia to change plans. Pouring down rain and storming. Was praying the weather in Florida would look better.<br /></span><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhST3NrQTkEdnTot9k27UGlSxm3aTB442vDKztUvYkuamrsLmiDV-8Iw5416KkZsgb_Xox4qNKFI3Lw6MObYtb8IqNX8x5C_vAvbfAoN4iDiTeKrbGRnSZ84rWHsqiDJoDXSzZUes9TfT4/s1600-h/DSCF1769.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423679547393877618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhST3NrQTkEdnTot9k27UGlSxm3aTB442vDKztUvYkuamrsLmiDV-8Iw5416KkZsgb_Xox4qNKFI3Lw6MObYtb8IqNX8x5C_vAvbfAoN4iDiTeKrbGRnSZ84rWHsqiDJoDXSzZUes9TfT4/s200/DSCF1769.JPG" border="0" /></a> <span style="color:#cc33cc;">Beautiful, sunny Florida!</span><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiK5ktrUqQtn4i0aOYp4kqPD_Jg6fiIZNHtDUAM4Ad5MVN_wPpU4hXhM8aaZ0zfmyJ6fMZPlLm8W_Lz3zcr1Ns07MFFfAhkKYt9gQrPb5r19bNwL7IMZXdz7x8Q4VCtsJhJzsYRGFiQ1w8/s1600-h/DSCF1775.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423679541771284786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiK5ktrUqQtn4i0aOYp4kqPD_Jg6fiIZNHtDUAM4Ad5MVN_wPpU4hXhM8aaZ0zfmyJ6fMZPlLm8W_Lz3zcr1Ns07MFFfAhkKYt9gQrPb5r19bNwL7IMZXdz7x8Q4VCtsJhJzsYRGFiQ1w8/s200/DSCF1775.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvflVhJti7hRSonp1jJkRCb1VBfnDjCafe9j2UBpUBRJ1zpyGH3FXUsIgbT4r41wbdIB5MRMTFLMruU1htjBbhe8_2DsYpRCgKLIKIRR1ffRYtx-G7Ou3wPHcnOeP7zLalpxnfsB4nohc/s1600-h/DSCF1781.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423679537068300258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvflVhJti7hRSonp1jJkRCb1VBfnDjCafe9j2UBpUBRJ1zpyGH3FXUsIgbT4r41wbdIB5MRMTFLMruU1htjBbhe8_2DsYpRCgKLIKIRR1ffRYtx-G7Ou3wPHcnOeP7zLalpxnfsB4nohc/s200/DSCF1781.JPG" border="0" /></a><span style="color:#cc33cc;">After arriving at the airport, we were taken by courtesy bus to our destination at Disney's Pop Century Resort.</span></div><div></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#cc33cc;">We decided to lounge around the resort for the remainder of the day and get a good night sleep for our big day tomorrow. Our first stop would be breakfast at Chef Mickeys and a visit to Magic Kingdom!<br /></span></div><div align="left"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhI73U70coNG-Q6oAYIhlY5GSIblgIqar55SdMSqEMKOCN8sD9vcBB2oQ4hc0t1L3ESJdIcHze7OS0iFXTVe5pAIpE_ALDHQumDQFAQkSrCPCGGlNHC2GmODfSGs5dOotRhLnZdUaChI0/s1600-h/DSCF1783.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423678337465205410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhI73U70coNG-Q6oAYIhlY5GSIblgIqar55SdMSqEMKOCN8sD9vcBB2oQ4hc0t1L3ESJdIcHze7OS0iFXTVe5pAIpE_ALDHQumDQFAQkSrCPCGGlNHC2GmODfSGs5dOotRhLnZdUaChI0/s200/DSCF1783.JPG" border="0" /></a><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Chef Mickeys was great! I highly recommend it! All the Disney characters such as Mickey, Minnie, Donald, Pluto, and others come and visit your table. We were able to take pictures and because we were celebrating my birthday, Donald brought me a birthday cupcake and danced with me!</span><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhI7fbouO2zs74etgxudjn8PRm9T0Jj3fT0Zrt621PHFztguw5dpYufrZaS5rB9ZoYMjmij9n4kRbxL1rIJ0Dne5n41RIUZ5CZe-OJxnWMGXO1tJAk3_xTWoYU5Q12AcjGUjJ6Uz-W3EDY/s1600-h/DSCF1787.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423678330191463586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhI7fbouO2zs74etgxudjn8PRm9T0Jj3fT0Zrt621PHFztguw5dpYufrZaS5rB9ZoYMjmij9n4kRbxL1rIJ0Dne5n41RIUZ5CZe-OJxnWMGXO1tJAk3_xTWoYU5Q12AcjGUjJ6Uz-W3EDY/s200/DSCF1787.JPG" border="0" /></a> <span style="color:#cc33cc;">Dancing </span><span style="color:#cc33cc;">with Donald!</span></div><span style="color:#cc33cc;"></span><div> <span style="color:#cc33cc;">My birthday Celebration Cupcake. I would receive many more of these during the week we were at Disney! They love to celebrate!!<br /></span></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPib9t91XkOPmCoa5_dXSdSLzjVWJb-yiSrfuxwC1Ej4-mWy72ygYAGrm3CfqzURYQ_xvlhPHQYqoubbW4vuRVhAQfLJkI5_o6l82MJr6jiOHPhD9e_B9MFarn8pNiCEEPYkbYVYBMGKU/s1600-h/DSCF1790.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423678321377875026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPib9t91XkOPmCoa5_dXSdSLzjVWJb-yiSrfuxwC1Ej4-mWy72ygYAGrm3CfqzURYQ_xvlhPHQYqoubbW4vuRVhAQfLJkI5_o6l82MJr6jiOHPhD9e_B9MFarn8pNiCEEPYkbYVYBMGKU/s200/DSCF1790.JPG" border="0" /></a><span style="color:#6633ff;"><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Taking our picture with Mickey!</span><br /></span><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhD6vRc1zYgod2EL86QuzWVbhrPPv8yOexOjVijA1d0Drmg6ANlW_DPTnkJpLVllJhz_813ymNAV7pNEt4j846FrJBmNPQm1Qj_q27kpaTOUxBSvzKtcaHffAJJOv4z7qOFOk_jEBrZ9Jk/s1600-h/DSCF1794.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423678318974198962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhD6vRc1zYgod2EL86QuzWVbhrPPv8yOexOjVijA1d0Drmg6ANlW_DPTnkJpLVllJhz_813ymNAV7pNEt4j846FrJBmNPQm1Qj_q27kpaTOUxBSvzKtcaHffAJJOv4z7qOFOk_jEBrZ9Jk/s200/DSCF1794.JPG" border="0" /></a><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Our picture with Donald!</span><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmL5I0DEBhdTzBI75JyM6TPL54YgLhWpIK3M4KwV7JGi22TU2G888onIAd1Y-nZw-tZXiN5nTpmMlNGFPXiMVVs3GLarmsHwG4QTcqRbQcLmFq8hN2JS0ReyjnAJYSz7gVxkxjt8TMAQs/s1600-h/DSCF1796.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423678313530431330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmL5I0DEBhdTzBI75JyM6TPL54YgLhWpIK3M4KwV7JGi22TU2G888onIAd1Y-nZw-tZXiN5nTpmMlNGFPXiMVVs3GLarmsHwG4QTcqRbQcLmFq8hN2JS0ReyjnAJYSz7gVxkxjt8TMAQs/s200/DSCF1796.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#cc33cc;"></span></div><span style="color:#cc33cc;"></span></div><span style="color:#cc33cc;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#cc33cc;"><span style="color:#993399;">Our time with Donald was extra special. If anyone knows my husband well, they know that my husband does a fantastic impression of Donald Duck and sounds just like him! When Rachael was smaller, she would laugh until she got the hiccups because her dad would talk to her in Donald Duck language! I believe the Sizemore children and Stephen Pollard have seen the Donald Duck in action before and loved him!</span></span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#993399;"></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="color:#993399;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="color:#993399;"><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Taking our picture with Minnie!</span> </span></div><div align="left"></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc33cc;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423677677090261410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivTKxH7fWMr9Kcyk3LWgbDfW7X_TlPIMMed-19IsSoSQz3OVjbRRu6XL4zo-IjIeKHOPyUgxaJpa0-7ttiXobxlyeub_lZcMdkGl5c7rfI0njv374xVEQ19V08hwCW6brLYPbbTbo9XzU/s200/DSCF1797.JPG" border="0" /></span><span style="color:#cc66cc;"><br /></span> <span style="color:#cc33cc;">I would love to post all the pictures we took but there we so many of them.</span> <span style="color:#cc33cc;">We do have them on our face book page so feel free to visit and view them!<br /></span><span style="color:#cc33cc;">We enjoyed all aspects of Magic Kingdom and rode every ride even the</span> <span style="color:#cc33cc;">smaller ones for children. After all, when you visit Disney, you must become a child at heart to thoroughly enjoy everything it offers!<br /></span><div align="left"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGyBdI15XxYzzA10IE9zxFroFT6r8BGNfmMOcg51CDiVMeqTJtJwQZPUn2i_IQWKBQoAJfVga1D_8G5z8ARohwCHSeDeuKqsu-ZdpJ9z04PHpkFQepUGZBBpNqjCs2V0S92U8PjmaIpvo/s1600-h/DSCF1840.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423677667912546594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGyBdI15XxYzzA10IE9zxFroFT6r8BGNfmMOcg51CDiVMeqTJtJwQZPUn2i_IQWKBQoAJfVga1D_8G5z8ARohwCHSeDeuKqsu-ZdpJ9z04PHpkFQepUGZBBpNqjCs2V0S92U8PjmaIpvo/s200/DSCF1840.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc33cc;"> One of my favorite rides at Magic Kingdom! </span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHycgXS-wu1N_vCUYozqyg_deTH_MS56x1BIx2UdesE9ERl30OPg7VnQ3KhAVBrt2-9_kvT7xn8LxxTsZ6SB9YKFK34sFDmtmaOoW7iJM3iWh8kWZ9z-YbuULaiRGFBwzx9JqHHrIonKY/s1600-h/DSCF1841.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423677661980240194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHycgXS-wu1N_vCUYozqyg_deTH_MS56x1BIx2UdesE9ERl30OPg7VnQ3KhAVBrt2-9_kvT7xn8LxxTsZ6SB9YKFK34sFDmtmaOoW7iJM3iWh8kWZ9z-YbuULaiRGFBwzx9JqHHrIonKY/s200/DSCF1841.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> <span style="color:#cc33cc;"> Kissing my prince in front of our castle!</span></div></div><div align="center"><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgg6uz36Y6-XQbHg5_QL-AulIzLdYjmvo6qytgC4OHGThkEdZmnfgn2zW3BrHhjmjkg9fIynFm1DZ8xOZtYmfetYXCyTng5_WfgNWzMgyzkN2ALIXLmOXODoFaLKFvC2q7oXjEziwFobEE/s1600-h/DSCF1906.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423677661505360130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgg6uz36Y6-XQbHg5_QL-AulIzLdYjmvo6qytgC4OHGThkEdZmnfgn2zW3BrHhjmjkg9fIynFm1DZ8xOZtYmfetYXCyTng5_WfgNWzMgyzkN2ALIXLmOXODoFaLKFvC2q7oXjEziwFobEE/s200/DSCF1906.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><span style="color:#cc66cc;"></span><div> </div><div><span style="color:#cc33cc;">The O'dell family was at Disney World the same week as us so we were able to enjoy time together with them as well and make some special memories. Here we are riding Splash Mountain with the O'dells. Frnt R: Tyler and Rachael. 2nd Row: Jimmy and Taylor and Mark and 3rd row: Angie and Stephanie.<br /></span><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Mr. Jimmy is holding a sword that lights up and was the comedian for our ride! Great Memories!!!<br /></span></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUWqvyX1ds4X63BhgQrhjMLWtS23gIcO7Ke2h5jHZp-itihCei8e-UWqNuQBYYhlyH5iusN4uAfUU8rjEz6CxkQQD1I02pusp_wOwKWX9OGg_nU77JdI7qsngsv6w49TLTfjlfVinHQ20/s1600-h/DSCF1919.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423677653523872674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUWqvyX1ds4X63BhgQrhjMLWtS23gIcO7Ke2h5jHZp-itihCei8e-UWqNuQBYYhlyH5iusN4uAfUU8rjEz6CxkQQD1I02pusp_wOwKWX9OGg_nU77JdI7qsngsv6w49TLTfjlfVinHQ20/s200/DSCF1919.JPG" border="0" /></a> <span style="color:#cc33cc;">Our next visit was to Disney's MGM studios where we started the day off with a showing of Beauty and the Beast. </span><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc33cc;"></span></div></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfBIhDhziHkRiSq5BhJLJnhEr2Cw_1k_0BDLCd7JQYtqfF50Xt9KFd6oWz_UFKhwUv5uuK4QHTkoRjhKjzxOtZ5oDKDXE-pmcaAbXL7bubzb9J24y_diKYW6j3H8gMW_3CaR6JVTBYqU0/s1600-h/DSCF1930.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423676553721691986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfBIhDhziHkRiSq5BhJLJnhEr2Cw_1k_0BDLCd7JQYtqfF50Xt9KFd6oWz_UFKhwUv5uuK4QHTkoRjhKjzxOtZ5oDKDXE-pmcaAbXL7bubzb9J24y_diKYW6j3H8gMW_3CaR6JVTBYqU0/s200/DSCF1930.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><div align="center"> <span style="color:#cc33cc;">There were rides such as Tower of Terror, Aerosmith's Rockin Roller coaster, and much more. One new attraction was the taping of Disney's own American Idol Show. This was great fun and we enjoyed watching each of the contestants. </span></div><div align="center"><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTF5GJ79XQsHMplrMoeoOT9pbrtVLTiTULVOc3ag51vbS1b2CK4rgsAootFz8SiVx65M52DWrPRY9ZpTSXqrQqBwoEkGk3wvNbEydmfQipNpbfzbLqbUjhrh_YM5f_EyjDhr51IJxT25E/s1600-h/DSCF2011.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423676541132634050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTF5GJ79XQsHMplrMoeoOT9pbrtVLTiTULVOc3ag51vbS1b2CK4rgsAootFz8SiVx65M52DWrPRY9ZpTSXqrQqBwoEkGk3wvNbEydmfQipNpbfzbLqbUjhrh_YM5f_EyjDhr51IJxT25E/s200/DSCF2011.JPG" border="0" /></a><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Taking a scenic ride together with the O'dells.</span> <div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHabAmsvCPqJWeiJc_UO-poZEzWIBKvUrNL0IDupahUWjD90DcxB9FHEAz7alsTh6CC5qSN7YjY5d6BDP4LKwNYoWqkYM0fS0G5PGQovc-iGhsRnQ786Uma0wpd1QgLsYcmeHrub76oG8/s1600-h/DSCF1961.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423676539069683106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHabAmsvCPqJWeiJc_UO-poZEzWIBKvUrNL0IDupahUWjD90DcxB9FHEAz7alsTh6CC5qSN7YjY5d6BDP4LKwNYoWqkYM0fS0G5PGQovc-iGhsRnQ786Uma0wpd1QgLsYcmeHrub76oG8/s200/DSCF1961.JPG" border="0" /></a> <span style="color:#cc33cc;">Getting ready to ride the crazy, fast, Aerosmith Rockin Roller coaster! </span><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsrFm1WQDQwUCp7XpsPtG5HwaYVDRWWGzVuS0wiswWsGR-qGPytpbuOxNuKQZ1wmhv6HFHHNDODzkP3KLCtr4Oph3NCHdBUc7sI-ibExU0xnRnPJRtGHa7Kxs2DH5vPDb34oOghi-4jYA/s1600-h/DSCF1939.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423676527879974322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsrFm1WQDQwUCp7XpsPtG5HwaYVDRWWGzVuS0wiswWsGR-qGPytpbuOxNuKQZ1wmhv6HFHHNDODzkP3KLCtr4Oph3NCHdBUc7sI-ibExU0xnRnPJRtGHa7Kxs2DH5vPDb34oOghi-4jYA/s200/DSCF1939.JPG" border="0" /></a><span style="color:#cc33cc;"> While at Disney MGM, we ate at the 50's Prime Time Cafe. I also recommend this place to everyone. We had a blast and the staff is hilarious. I will tell you they are strict about table manners and will correct you for bad ones!</span> <div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglkyB6fMTjzjrvT8LZkA0gqBPWsxFatn-4vT0jkfVmoj9JPaS1lEnNkdquqcrB75sGQOLt7AOhynPsVL7EzHqeTNMPSKrdi8Bok-nMLR_Y45rAVfQCeFpLXnrH1SO8g13KrVGgpqn5m9w/s1600-h/DSCF2029.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416950771324335426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglkyB6fMTjzjrvT8LZkA0gqBPWsxFatn-4vT0jkfVmoj9JPaS1lEnNkdquqcrB75sGQOLt7AOhynPsVL7EzHqeTNMPSKrdi8Bok-nMLR_Y45rAVfQCeFpLXnrH1SO8g13KrVGgpqn5m9w/s200/DSCF2029.JPG" border="0" /></a> <div align="center"><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Our host, Michael. He was such a nerd and a cut-up! We miss Michael!</span></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416950764515490370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3u8eicxTyx5QjgcrzO4Tmf2tW2iPy5NyCcqV2J6i0CVaGGFYrF5Rwyeo36P7SRWN5-AxS5Nf2wlCICtSV_R2vD9GRejhk8LQGtbcFP7J0BRXkzrXbYqPnelGTaF0uoJnWtRLU53tFx-Q/s200/DSCF2032.JPG" border="0" /> </div><span style="color:#cc33cc;"></span><div align="center"> <span style="color:#cc33cc;">We are heading over to the Caribbean Resort to have dinner at 1900 Park Fare. This is also character dining with Cinderella and her evil step-mother and step-sisters. We rode a boat from Magic Kingdom and the view was gorgeous!<br /></span></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvA35svxQJjP-zZ6DD6IuMYgoEhY2B-SqcpTyE25D6n-NTHsdb5_0p7pMK9i3tNHecaJEHn4HHSwDC1H4KgDMy1sVjYTLMq-4SI7_JEtzM_fnRKMwtOHcJYAwhof3jqdMeRFslHuKD1Os/s1600-h/DSCF2042.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416950759995800306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvA35svxQJjP-zZ6DD6IuMYgoEhY2B-SqcpTyE25D6n-NTHsdb5_0p7pMK9i3tNHecaJEHn4HHSwDC1H4KgDMy1sVjYTLMq-4SI7_JEtzM_fnRKMwtOHcJYAwhof3jqdMeRFslHuKD1Os/s200/DSCF2042.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWfZBwtAO4rzY1yYqvA_EZl1GtHskmD_Vk87XcSf3UBFPIl4r-R07V5ZbQ8nfSIdmnGT89rQ2eeD0wzhWO4p_8jj0PUDBS2UIzQmC6a5mxi8qm1n3qx7ucCoUQmE5bQQon9WbommhnyeQ/s1600-h/DSCF2044.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416950758291312850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWfZBwtAO4rzY1yYqvA_EZl1GtHskmD_Vk87XcSf3UBFPIl4r-R07V5ZbQ8nfSIdmnGT89rQ2eeD0wzhWO4p_8jj0PUDBS2UIzQmC6a5mxi8qm1n3qx7ucCoUQmE5bQQon9WbommhnyeQ/s200/DSCF2044.JPG" border="0" /></a><span style="color:#cc33cc;"> Caribbean Resort. I would love to stay here but we would need to budget for this one and save some more money! This place is absolutely one of the pretties resorts on Disney.<br /></span> <span style="color:#cc33cc;">Arriving for dinner!<br /></span><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416950749291718034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkYXbpHmiAqmIgi-kcMGrCt0dTZhTuWJy3wAp5Sx7kfSwI1bWY7n82-9xEjB2vo61l7jPodiHo-QrZzQUYB8TxglJ-KEKvVXfECDJdThLZwX88-stPnH71b9aqoQJCwKMpmkDpIvRXXok/s200/DSCF2059.JPG" border="0" /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiTlwXI_CnNzu_j45U4_2Ntz6mowlHTM4Udk7m4kDTUdUQ_cpxMwqkISt2LojCH59PLUrNI__haKxZg5QZgr9neFbklfznElbr4n-rMLOpQLxkasXu4IdtqCDErBukXb_zlBDouDJSLT8/s1600-h/DSCF2060.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416950050135918146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiTlwXI_CnNzu_j45U4_2Ntz6mowlHTM4Udk7m4kDTUdUQ_cpxMwqkISt2LojCH59PLUrNI__haKxZg5QZgr9neFbklfznElbr4n-rMLOpQLxkasXu4IdtqCDErBukXb_zlBDouDJSLT8/s200/DSCF2060.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><div><span style="color:#cc33cc;">There are always plenty of people waiting to take your picture! One of my favorites of me and my "baby"<br /></span><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWVkDMLS6uZnH44U2c2g74vHd6XIddlItShjE7JXhnXKGTaccecF7nJ2GHfJdw-sxnSqhTJSS0Sqkqoke0Axyz30ge-3qyhJx2RZOJnrZ8jDNAe1y2J0FO1Gceee57_ygJqpEvC6VIPTs/s1600-h/DSCF2074.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416950045836485522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWVkDMLS6uZnH44U2c2g74vHd6XIddlItShjE7JXhnXKGTaccecF7nJ2GHfJdw-sxnSqhTJSS0Sqkqoke0Axyz30ge-3qyhJx2RZOJnrZ8jDNAe1y2J0FO1Gceee57_ygJqpEvC6VIPTs/s200/DSCF2074.JPG" border="0" /></a><span style="color:#cc33cc;"> </span></div><div><span style="color:#cc33cc;"> Jimmy, Cinderella, Rachael and me!<br /></span><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVuZIefaQtAyG7DLwG2K00vURrlkNcn2c1j28lHvVQHQ78bfSrJB4tVbAEh4mzlN3iwBDAKNKDk4lUOvfaljiH_POg7l3B1l45cBwL342iZSKlJ7nCdP8OOqk2MrWkaLB4iOA82b5njD0/s1600-h/DSCF2079.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416950040800664738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVuZIefaQtAyG7DLwG2K00vURrlkNcn2c1j28lHvVQHQ78bfSrJB4tVbAEh4mzlN3iwBDAKNKDk4lUOvfaljiH_POg7l3B1l45cBwL342iZSKlJ7nCdP8OOqk2MrWkaLB4iOA82b5njD0/s200/DSCF2079.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><div> </div><div><span style="color:#cc33cc;"> The evil step-mother who was a little "too flirtatious" with my husband!<br /></span><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjntVCNXFtdYqGetfB854qzkgilfEypcVOSZsfPNxmF9n0OHbsekNj3Q5RoUEF-UvqvR8EotcIcA1vAB0n4oRlveDPAjCzHKcfmLnYrfodIzJYhmnLJkBBeU4xwZEZOg8EhH9n_m6y-nMg/s1600-h/DSCF2083.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416950031500565922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjntVCNXFtdYqGetfB854qzkgilfEypcVOSZsfPNxmF9n0OHbsekNj3Q5RoUEF-UvqvR8EotcIcA1vAB0n4oRlveDPAjCzHKcfmLnYrfodIzJYhmnLJkBBeU4xwZEZOg8EhH9n_m6y-nMg/s200/DSCF2083.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;">One of our next stops was to Animal Kingdom. We enjoyed looking at all the different animals and also riding all the different rides they offer. We rode Mount Everest and I have to say, it scared me more than any ride I rode for the week. It definitely gets your heart racing!</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc33cc;"><br /></span><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhr3NietAlka3_bbbSxkNXS3NroxVD5HJYOP7K_78nlxoe3jFg8mdgo0xkDyvoUYw50-tgFOUa_vyQxyFghzAw_f4KR5xXQox_r3b65HbDieYTtW4QTvqAf3peXfzg7Qv0fXc5HdYPu2sU/s1600-h/DSCF2205.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416950026869973538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhr3NietAlka3_bbbSxkNXS3NroxVD5HJYOP7K_78nlxoe3jFg8mdgo0xkDyvoUYw50-tgFOUa_vyQxyFghzAw_f4KR5xXQox_r3b65HbDieYTtW4QTvqAf3peXfzg7Qv0fXc5HdYPu2sU/s200/DSCF2205.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjksCbGyWRguVUOirQq1vJtPllHkfSeRm4L11DFof0Z5qu5tZZXez2FAHsop9y-1jFbt98dTelwwBWthVbUGUSIIDcO5gIKGwrTun-pf42ZqdqIIB1HUQWvNArD2q3vgx8Ulgbqj3AsCWI/s1600-h/DSCF2206.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416948748034876754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjksCbGyWRguVUOirQq1vJtPllHkfSeRm4L11DFof0Z5qu5tZZXez2FAHsop9y-1jFbt98dTelwwBWthVbUGUSIIDcO5gIKGwrTun-pf42ZqdqIIB1HUQWvNArD2q3vgx8Ulgbqj3AsCWI/s200/DSCF2206.JPG" border="0" /></a><span style="color:#cc33cc;"> The top of Everest!<br /></span><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0tTABBzBNuofzvxTc2lRSfdv_sxqGION3a-IW1u5QrrY6yVoYUyktRkUVl_IJ3_jzlaR4YP9tes-sREC6t2QZ5jdWsE5rMxR8P4_5Obc3xGntbLqgDvk4LShW3QvsHNzyIMDqabC7HQ0/s1600-h/DSCF2221.JPG"><span style="color:#cc33cc;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416948744612455618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0tTABBzBNuofzvxTc2lRSfdv_sxqGION3a-IW1u5QrrY6yVoYUyktRkUVl_IJ3_jzlaR4YP9tes-sREC6t2QZ5jdWsE5rMxR8P4_5Obc3xGntbLqgDvk4LShW3QvsHNzyIMDqabC7HQ0/s200/DSCF2221.JPG" border="0" /></span></a><span style="color:#cc33cc;"> Our boat ride at Animal Kingdom! </span><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjc8sIA-vw3LUgxXpKgdkxWYw8Fh8WNtLy71JktwsnGGjkVZG0nUVXJPP0xEXoi8yDeeB6ppdO29_AJt_LZFaxPPYR9g4TY-3xxoWe8VE0JZm9yJL7LHuo3bF_A2WL4E1zdRWjhNK3s1_Y/s1600-h/DSCF2232.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416948734986584306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjc8sIA-vw3LUgxXpKgdkxWYw8Fh8WNtLy71JktwsnGGjkVZG0nUVXJPP0xEXoi8yDeeB6ppdO29_AJt_LZFaxPPYR9g4TY-3xxoWe8VE0JZm9yJL7LHuo3bF_A2WL4E1zdRWjhNK3s1_Y/s200/DSCF2232.JPG" border="0" /></a><span style="color:#cc33cc;"> </span></div><div><span style="color:#cc33cc;">One of our favorite highlights for the day was the Jungle Parade at Animal Kingdom. You must take time to see it. Get there early and get a front row spot! It was a great parade with lots of participation and fun!<br /></span><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwnqN3GsBJHy0JYyBgJs8vK4F-Fp7_g7UFsEo834LgA-RPF3m_hrs_zVbk76FrQaiQXOY3ijdXbTCQzP9VMnBXqTBfpqnUruqXsiTlSxp8lDpkTdFZLUkPp2jEgvoHGLvdQzgejyMEN0I/s1600-h/DSCF2300.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416948730219179634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwnqN3GsBJHy0JYyBgJs8vK4F-Fp7_g7UFsEo834LgA-RPF3m_hrs_zVbk76FrQaiQXOY3ijdXbTCQzP9VMnBXqTBfpqnUruqXsiTlSxp8lDpkTdFZLUkPp2jEgvoHGLvdQzgejyMEN0I/s200/DSCF2300.JPG" border="0" /></a> <div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBhYAF3LKjOjmcHcslv_PBvHsgzrr3f5wXhJ5Kaqa5R2rTgPCaKW08vCqvKF-PPDZtN5C1i-8X-u0ZmUSi21oVjoTqwPL2FAhmcuAOAhscKEoX7qTltPnQ07SrbLLC7f1dcoV3N3tvmYc/s1600-h/DSCF2296.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416948727272354850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBhYAF3LKjOjmcHcslv_PBvHsgzrr3f5wXhJ5Kaqa5R2rTgPCaKW08vCqvKF-PPDZtN5C1i-8X-u0ZmUSi21oVjoTqwPL2FAhmcuAOAhscKEoX7qTltPnQ07SrbLLC7f1dcoV3N3tvmYc/s200/DSCF2296.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1E9tOm4YeyPWKdNNNmXvAEeDo8tsCzF72nszZkPTuEkhhS3vgvUu2555yXiwA5UeiHd5s1sEYyGtrkMSRaK4YP5hdHBYQLUWDY2T3FQ9H-qa8vkhE_MOskWEXBPKmElvsEWzjdvD8AaA/s1600-h/DSCF2311.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416947534812124834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1E9tOm4YeyPWKdNNNmXvAEeDo8tsCzF72nszZkPTuEkhhS3vgvUu2555yXiwA5UeiHd5s1sEYyGtrkMSRaK4YP5hdHBYQLUWDY2T3FQ9H-qa8vkhE_MOskWEXBPKmElvsEWzjdvD8AaA/s200/DSCF2311.JPG" border="0" /></a><span style="color:#cc33cc;"> At the end of the parade, one of the floats broke down in front of Mickey who was at the end so we were able to enjoy Mickey dancing for over 45 minutes. We were laughing because the more he danced, the more he got into his dancing and was showing off some pretty good dance moves!</span></div><span style="color:#cc33cc;"></span></div><span style="color:#cc33cc;"></span></div><span style="color:#cc33cc;"></span></div><span style="color:#cc33cc;"></span></div><span style="color:#cc33cc;"></span></div><span style="color:#cc33cc;"></span></div><span style="color:#cc33cc;"></span></div><span style="color:#cc33cc;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#cc33cc;"><div align="center">There are so many wonderful memories that were made and I will treasure each and everyone of them to the character dining, rides, shows, and time together with friends! </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"></div><div align="left">There are so many more things I could say and pictures I could post of our time at Disney but I don't want to spoil it for the rest of you. If you are blessed enough to visit and I pray you will be, I recommend Disney to everyone! Just remember, when you step off the plane, or arrive at your destination by car, put your Mickey ears on, leave the world behind, and just RELAX and ENJOY!!</span> </div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Angie Tullockhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01522223103534377666noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1725090989263762852.post-23219816995242777902009-12-08T11:35:00.002-05:002009-12-08T11:46:30.170-05:00Where Have I been?.....December 8, 2009<br /><br />Many of you may wonder, "where has Angie been with her blogging?" Well, to answer that question is simple for me. Life got very busy and it was easier to put the blogging to rest while I placed my concentration on more difficult tasks that needed to get done.<br /><br />When things slowed down enough to where I thought I could return to blogging, my mind was blank. Not with things to blog about, but my password to get to my blog. I tried so many times to get back to my blog with no success. You may say, "well its easy, just enter your email address and they will send you the password." I did and a new problem began. See, around this same time, my email address was changed and so each time I asked for my password, they sent it to the old email address so thus the journey began to recover my password. I have to admit, I didn't try very hard because some days were harder than others. Try to email google and get any help! That was an undertaking of its own. I really had just about given up and finally, today, I received an email from google stating they had changed my email address in their records and were sending my password information to the new email address. So, here I am. Back to reading everyone's blogs and actually being able to post comments. Thank-you Lord for patience!Angie Tullockhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01522223103534377666noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1725090989263762852.post-69863166028883690282009-08-16T14:53:00.002-04:002009-08-16T15:17:01.081-04:00Our Visit to AshevilleAugust 16, 2009<br /><br />Catching up with some short post. Wanted to get these pictures on my blog from our recent trip to Asheville. We went with friends and saw MercyMe Concert at the Biltmore House. It was very nice and we enjoyed our time staying at the "Brown Inn." <br /><br />We had a great weekend and some of the pictures are posted on our facebook page so be sure to check them out. Here are some of the pictures as we were leaving to come home.<br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6CiUaz29zc_q08XZOvflDYHFTQ_tX1C0wkWuP7cmZVMNK85PL_N_ikeNzuXOH4KFCLCjOBrb-qfxtDJuJlklTtTxVXp-DhXweYhkXmjHY13cofpuDpsHqtA_dfL2R81JeOVWSnOj7Cr0/s1600-h/DSCF1615.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370640263539107394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6CiUaz29zc_q08XZOvflDYHFTQ_tX1C0wkWuP7cmZVMNK85PL_N_ikeNzuXOH4KFCLCjOBrb-qfxtDJuJlklTtTxVXp-DhXweYhkXmjHY13cofpuDpsHqtA_dfL2R81JeOVWSnOj7Cr0/s200/DSCF1615.JPG" border="0" /></a> Jon and Rachael </div><div align="center"><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqfrVR_Gs7reaabgodXtkWFXfyVtS4RDnqSxK0jAuHRMBmY7CFgODKyEBH87GxF06lYXXDaGCn8p5YDMDH8jjgAhFbMirM4n1cQpZfNe1WEbP0nIdapO82tCV619jvFKgkrwK69NHAlTo/s1600-h/DSCF1598.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370640259859240146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqfrVR_Gs7reaabgodXtkWFXfyVtS4RDnqSxK0jAuHRMBmY7CFgODKyEBH87GxF06lYXXDaGCn8p5YDMDH8jjgAhFbMirM4n1cQpZfNe1WEbP0nIdapO82tCV619jvFKgkrwK69NHAlTo/s200/DSCF1598.JPG" border="0" /></a>Backr: Seth, Hayden<br />Frontr: Wilson, Rachael, Emily & McKinley<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGjejIeTl72kZ6z_0hls4qbAdO48_vo9yi2lSMvaTBC9C1UrH9ZnbUqwzLEVNLpGbP0CTEcJfMBQfwJAiMUUC9hclcNTbpn4BxPI5axMqVwDwwTR_ddHzg7TQyGmEOg5E_s7_7jVU8fTs/s1600-h/DSCF1607.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370640242832938866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGjejIeTl72kZ6z_0hls4qbAdO48_vo9yi2lSMvaTBC9C1UrH9ZnbUqwzLEVNLpGbP0CTEcJfMBQfwJAiMUUC9hclcNTbpn4BxPI5axMqVwDwwTR_ddHzg7TQyGmEOg5E_s7_7jVU8fTs/s200/DSCF1607.JPG" border="0" /></a>Getting ready to leave Asheville to come home.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzb3-dV8jnQjQ1LB3MbAjaU3_xVGbUCNL_hbe-YDq64sqfFUZ_pwn1PkIfCbqo2RHwRakQZ8w3dgGp19tnBc-vRv1a6X1xTMG9Qcy-XfB5VFoO1xMwRn3MOmRImRE1Fk2yCUiJ_pEU7z8/s1600-h/DSCF1624.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370640234205797346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzb3-dV8jnQjQ1LB3MbAjaU3_xVGbUCNL_hbe-YDq64sqfFUZ_pwn1PkIfCbqo2RHwRakQZ8w3dgGp19tnBc-vRv1a6X1xTMG9Qcy-XfB5VFoO1xMwRn3MOmRImRE1Fk2yCUiJ_pEU7z8/s200/DSCF1624.JPG" border="0" /></a> Friends for Eternity:)<br /><div> </div></div></div><br /></div>Angie Tullockhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01522223103534377666noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1725090989263762852.post-111002581572143642009-07-20T13:57:00.004-04:002009-07-20T14:44:38.561-04:00GOOD NEIGHBORS!July 20, 2009<br /><br />This past weekend, we received a special act of kindness. Our neighbors, Brian and Andrea Sizemore, along with their two children, Tanner and Alex, came to our home to help "dig" potatoes. <br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsOviAwKpAWNc1CxhUseegmWvj3cDdAfnMPn20ajXLVmvNmr-mdJyNILgAufMui4GjipRquRX1LABRqRNBm7pBxsmAvybdBn-syFPfauUiIXGZZ8T6oncb7qGmOaA6UJ76rkfuLk6XBIc/s1600-h/angie's+pictures+435.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360609635964420754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsOviAwKpAWNc1CxhUseegmWvj3cDdAfnMPn20ajXLVmvNmr-mdJyNILgAufMui4GjipRquRX1LABRqRNBm7pBxsmAvybdBn-syFPfauUiIXGZZ8T6oncb7qGmOaA6UJ76rkfuLk6XBIc/s200/angie's+pictures+435.jpg" border="0" /></a> This was the first year that Jimmy attempted to plant potatoes. (We are still learning about farming.) He only planted 3 rows so we could see how things went and make a decision on whether or not we would do it again next year. I happy to report that we yielded lots of potatoes. Enough to keep us from buying them for the rest of the year. </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSdwmyYlU8qy_4aDWQ9_n6hoQTgjjf4PfyAFg0AupGiRFs5JadMBfjhfFRsAXshk81nhkpfX6XXyLVdlWyg-agiqrRnHJ_2vrjBPWgJMKKMYHUg6jaueHZ2ZMOK_jLIV3yEzG6VCfrW5o/s1600-h/angie's+pictures+431.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360609627818471218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSdwmyYlU8qy_4aDWQ9_n6hoQTgjjf4PfyAFg0AupGiRFs5JadMBfjhfFRsAXshk81nhkpfX6XXyLVdlWyg-agiqrRnHJ_2vrjBPWgJMKKMYHUg6jaueHZ2ZMOK_jLIV3yEzG6VCfrW5o/s200/angie's+pictures+431.jpg" border="0" /></a> Alex and Tanner had their special buckets and went to work. They were so cute and hard workers! Tanner seemed determined to find lots of potatoes. Alex dug potatoes but enjoyed squishing her feet in the mud as well!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWMA6NYynsWTEudwkwHjVeLEDrFitFl49617TA4dFEPVNeFciKUGYdL-Dng-cp29I4d22WaOV6YuOro-zKw3vzitffH_xi5tC35OdXEixNxOJgE8AZet96QlC5wsGnz0n-qyV5-VckHRg/s1600-h/angie's+pictures+438.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360609619705934402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWMA6NYynsWTEudwkwHjVeLEDrFitFl49617TA4dFEPVNeFciKUGYdL-Dng-cp29I4d22WaOV6YuOro-zKw3vzitffH_xi5tC35OdXEixNxOJgE8AZet96QlC5wsGnz0n-qyV5-VckHRg/s200/angie's+pictures+438.jpg" border="0" /></a> Brian and Andrea are pros at digging potatoes and taught us a lot this year!<br /></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwvaQD2E1tVQ3Boh4JchTDiN2qFtjZ4c0Jnlh5blxhGBPulZRjC7zCO535dzn3_FLAVwVNbREzrBdR2kl8mXpfqNPuar-vYSmkl0ps_SuaqPf9YT2SgCXglV62PvrJSAsih95hGaqBn3k/s1600-h/angie's+pictures+434.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360608814749821442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwvaQD2E1tVQ3Boh4JchTDiN2qFtjZ4c0Jnlh5blxhGBPulZRjC7zCO535dzn3_FLAVwVNbREzrBdR2kl8mXpfqNPuar-vYSmkl0ps_SuaqPf9YT2SgCXglV62PvrJSAsih95hGaqBn3k/s200/angie's+pictures+434.jpg" border="0" /></a> <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360608806334868466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOYx0XaUs6jCwWBfD7iwH5QbzErQk6u9MlWbKJhQgYmCxfQhpA4W31WCNM573DzaEnXnfassH7zuqmRQq0xjlE9nUkEHh6vBdzBKkEe96iyC6vnog2I0c975UD-m5Vq6vPWnc2cfZciFA/s200/angie's+pictures+436.jpg" border="0" /><br />Brian was nice enough to bring the a turn plow (did I say that correctly?) and he and Jimmy went to work turning the potatoes again to see if we could fine more!<br /><div align="center"><br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360608789834058002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0esCwKh23L05VcA13xCriFzpA2PLG6MYX3PK-xMNWN9e701OT0JNGuEwJ3_eymOamwCEttJedjmh0LlqiJ5-0pFsTvZmgANuWEIHZgprhEBXCSJuNMsmYVPVC0aE6jT1Nlty3VV0ndhk/s200/angie's+pictures+439.jpg" border="0" />Afterwards, we treated our help to soda and cookies! Andrea, I hope we paid our help enough so they will want to come dig potatoes next year! Yes, we will plant again!</div><div> </div><div><br /><div>Galations 6:10 As we have therefore opportunity, let us do good unto all men, especially unto them who are of the household of faith.<br /></div></div></div><br /></div>Angie Tullockhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01522223103534377666noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1725090989263762852.post-44979673746176086932009-07-20T10:20:00.004-04:002009-07-20T11:00:53.597-04:00CELEBRATING MY SWEETIE'S BIRTHDAY!JULY 20, 2009<br /><br />Due to all the recent activities, we were unable to celebrate my sweetie's birthday last Sunday, so on Thursday the 16th, I took him out for his birthday. Rachael was away at camp so we had a "date night." <br /><br />Jimmy wanted to see the second Transformers movie, so on Thursday, I took him to the movie for his belated birthday present. We enjoyed our evening out but we learned a lesson when it comes to picking movies. Make ABSOLUTELY SURE you review the ratings well. This is not a movie we would recommend to anyone and we were very "shocked" at the language content. Jimmy was very disappointed in the movie in comparison to the first movie which he enjoyed. I personally, did not care for either one of them.<br /><br />However, we did enjoy our time together and he enjoyed his day of celebration with a "date night" with his wife!<br /><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1LXJ0OrPz_2_K6z3JbZEQla6Ku63Gh8XmKspmZ39Fy67yP7gnUABWln39J5VGdsttV86b_6gMUORq8EdNvHJL36aleKX1qDlW7r8YWhkC1vsEVxtgfigitu9YChiYAMFQLmhfRFRdphU/s1600-h/angie's+pictures+423.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360554360524775570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1LXJ0OrPz_2_K6z3JbZEQla6Ku63Gh8XmKspmZ39Fy67yP7gnUABWln39J5VGdsttV86b_6gMUORq8EdNvHJL36aleKX1qDlW7r8YWhkC1vsEVxtgfigitu9YChiYAMFQLmhfRFRdphU/s200/angie's+pictures+423.jpg" border="0" /></a>"My Sweetie!"<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQrm_5fNqDj9VBEW-pQzimkHVUJgTkBvr6uvqRZ8QYE-jyA36__9PP8YTdrR_YUddjYZFvuMthCtY5alEfYNrb8RximQce9A7-N8PeQ8ohRh5azhBr6oeVAOgjXvYEkAUht8CJ8GaqGHA/s1600-h/angie's+pictures+422.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360554355081281234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQrm_5fNqDj9VBEW-pQzimkHVUJgTkBvr6uvqRZ8QYE-jyA36__9PP8YTdrR_YUddjYZFvuMthCtY5alEfYNrb8RximQce9A7-N8PeQ8ohRh5azhBr6oeVAOgjXvYEkAUht8CJ8GaqGHA/s200/angie's+pictures+422.jpg" border="0" /></a> Me and "My Sweetie"<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLduh4dDthhqy_OKxN1oi0FPWjNBELp_-KGqxe72jybWV2U99NWFY_WZ_CqpDzoDtbIFY6_xbjpwllWvIeBACtJ31XooLqs7CfJo6jOyP1_JvlHp_2J62haImP2ovemTgZlC-lZTKURHY/s1600-h/angie's+pictures+421.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360554344395201858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLduh4dDthhqy_OKxN1oi0FPWjNBELp_-KGqxe72jybWV2U99NWFY_WZ_CqpDzoDtbIFY6_xbjpwllWvIeBACtJ31XooLqs7CfJo6jOyP1_JvlHp_2J62haImP2ovemTgZlC-lZTKURHY/s200/angie's+pictures+421.jpg" border="0" /></a> "My Sweetie" in his new birthday plaid shorts and polo shirt. (I thought I would never get him in a pair of plaid shorts, but he loves them!)<br /><br /><br /><div align="left">Happy Belated Birthday Honey, and I love you FOREVER!!<br /></div></div><br /></div>Angie Tullockhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01522223103534377666noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1725090989263762852.post-7549698529136102732009-07-19T21:20:00.010-04:002009-07-21T10:44:40.674-04:00LUNCH TIME AT THE TULLOCK HOME<div><br /><div><br /><div><br /><div>JULY 21, 2009<br /></div><br /><div>This past Sunday was out second lunch without the Brown family at our home. For all those who don't know, its been a tradition now for sometime that the Tullocks, Browns, and Harris gather for lunch on Sunday afternoons. We would alternate Sundays and this would give each one of us a chance to have a Sunday dinner at some one's home without the hassle of cooking. Now it did not happen every Sunday only when we were all available. And sometimes we opted to go out instead of cooking but it was always an enjoyable event and a good time of fellowship. This has been the second Sunday that we have missed the presence of the Brown family. </div><br /><div>We also welcomed home Rachael this past Saturday from camp (I'll blog about tomorrow) but Rachael was more interested in playing with Claire. She captured some very cute pictures. She loves when Claire comes to visit! </div><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggorlhgkWrBVqsgJ_Yosl89CGIEIFqUbV2gvWjsFaR83veSSERM4wte041EZFa_dR4rE9GInQXDKgz0NdIt48XrSmmyxMYeZe_3AxYL9zLNdHoCSnnfON7ar_S435yKYCtwxGAW8cOYIg/s1600-h/angie's+pictures+591.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360539344344434050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggorlhgkWrBVqsgJ_Yosl89CGIEIFqUbV2gvWjsFaR83veSSERM4wte041EZFa_dR4rE9GInQXDKgz0NdIt48XrSmmyxMYeZe_3AxYL9zLNdHoCSnnfON7ar_S435yKYCtwxGAW8cOYIg/s200/angie's+pictures+591.jpg" border="0" /></a> She loves to climb our stairs!<br /></div><br /><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360539339187802210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCJ8kvWcMwXxW0wL5A_YMxrP_Abfmtw3cIhRSzqRqbEAqbV_Ie78fOLWhO7VC0Ug2KvAW0okC4umLU4dEc9wQFvjFPbP7xS-9Jr2-0TkXmTVkQu82ZzuCJGXGNo8kF3FwlWL3ySN6Q3kY/s200/angie's+pictures+597.jpg" border="0" /> How Sweet!<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgppbTd6f5g3HJZF6rlA5q5yyNOsIq6bPNcJDqWeYzshkLC7_l_JXaArWWtloG7vZ-vcoZyI4PEMwxT3FfzzRx1HuoOkcCk66lZnjo_luT_piDbD_y5idQCrVDe3KAzz_bxMexzWJbkycQ/s1600-h/angie's+pictures+595.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360539332710761250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgppbTd6f5g3HJZF6rlA5q5yyNOsIq6bPNcJDqWeYzshkLC7_l_JXaArWWtloG7vZ-vcoZyI4PEMwxT3FfzzRx1HuoOkcCk66lZnjo_luT_piDbD_y5idQCrVDe3KAzz_bxMexzWJbkycQ/s200/angie's+pictures+595.jpg" border="0" /></a> Posing for the camera!<br /><br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360539331746453122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjECN6a05E53M_b43A4_Rj2kG1m7-elWzHNFGRB6Fkmjgw47or9fIqEUEMFLRNcZ5bVzSc81kFcgrynWzNEl1YKU7VYqSeV2TO3d0vvd3O3ceSrbfJHF9exRTP5GyhJ-Zk_EZKXwNOZF44/s200/angie's+pictures+596.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div><br />On the menu today was meatloaf, chicken & dumplings, squash casserole, corn, toss salad, cantaloupe, creamed potatoes, bread, and almond pound cake with strawberries and lite cool whip. As Claire would say, "yum, yum!<br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9F4zHeaGxEJzpfApyRZ098qoKJnoGjbdHin7uDKCO_7QWVUhMnrhNpFEUSn6P7T1ITV1Gaky1NFvgsHY3CFEGlDMJniWixe9WOGpjm1Z0wT0tTiFbqHkAXhSCjqRa7aM4HobjrVAYsHA/s1600-h/angie's+pictures+461.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360536569896263858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9F4zHeaGxEJzpfApyRZ098qoKJnoGjbdHin7uDKCO_7QWVUhMnrhNpFEUSn6P7T1ITV1Gaky1NFvgsHY3CFEGlDMJniWixe9WOGpjm1Z0wT0tTiFbqHkAXhSCjqRa7aM4HobjrVAYsHA/s200/angie's+pictures+461.jpg" border="0" /></a> Claire loves Cool Whip!<br /></div><br /><div align="left"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmYj2Xyp8nue6twbXAGdHjUtEBluHPSYjcRkEEAWybp21tN6Y4rZMtdzrO-uOOfCc8eftHCOBTYvQeHD3RSQgmtj9xaiCZZRGWKV2vcDkq3buJW6wuaGuLWeK4jUbnQ-XASdduDVZKOnc/s1600-h/angie's+pictures+458.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360536559588302962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmYj2Xyp8nue6twbXAGdHjUtEBluHPSYjcRkEEAWybp21tN6Y4rZMtdzrO-uOOfCc8eftHCOBTYvQeHD3RSQgmtj9xaiCZZRGWKV2vcDkq3buJW6wuaGuLWeK4jUbnQ-XASdduDVZKOnc/s200/angie's+pictures+458.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><br /><div align="left">It was a wonderful Sunday lunch with good friends but we miss our friends in Asheville too! Jon, Yuri, Mckinley, Seth, and Wilson. We can't wait until you visit again and stay for Sunday Lunch! </div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Angie Tullockhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01522223103534377666noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1725090989263762852.post-28538716272615665662009-07-17T14:47:00.003-04:002009-07-17T15:06:52.697-04:00A WOMAN'S PERSPECTIVE!JULY 17, 2009<br /><br />I was sent this very cute email by a close friend at work and thought I would share it with the rest of you. As I read each of these, I found most of them to be true (even when I don't want to admit it!)<br /><br />Hope you enjoy a good laugh and if your husbands can take a good dose of reality, they will thank you for it. (It might help them avoid future arguments)<br /><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#000099;">9 WORDS WOMEN USE</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#000099;"></span></strong></div><ol><li><div align="left"><strong><span style="color:#000099;">FINE: </span><span style="color:#000000;">This is the word women use to end an argument when they are right and you need to shut up.</span></strong></div></li><li><div align="left"><strong><span style="color:#000099;">FIVE MINUTES: </span><span style="color:#000000;">If she is getting dressed, this means half an hour. Five minutes is only Five minutes if she needs you to finish getting dressed.</span></strong></div></li><li><div align="left"><strong><span style="color:#000099;">NOTHING: </span><span style="color:#000000;">This is the calm before the storm. This means something, and you should be on your toes. Arguments that begin with nothing usually end in fine.</span></strong></div></li><li><div align="left"><strong><span style="color:#000099;">GO AHEAD: </span><span style="color:#000000;">This is a dare, not permission. DON'T DO IT!!</span></strong></div></li><li><div align="left"><strong><span style="color:#000099;">LOUD SIGH: </span><span style="color:#000000;">This is actually a word, but is a non-verbal statement often misunderstood by men. A loud sigh means she thinks you are an idiot and wonders why she is wasting her time standing here arguing about nothing. (refer back to #3 for the meaning of <span style="color:#000099;">nothing</span>)</span></strong></div></li><li><div align="left"><span style="color:#000099;"><strong>THAT'S OKAY: <span style="color:#000000;">This is one of the most dangerous statements a woman can make to a man. That's okay means she wants to think long and hard before deciding how and when you will pay for your mistake.</span></strong></span></div></li><li><div align="left"><strong><span style="color:#000099;">THANKS: </span><span style="color:#000000;">If a woman is thanking you, do not question, or faint. Just say you're welcome. If she saids, "Thanks A Lot"- that is PURE SARCASM and she is not thanking you at all. DO NOT say you're welcome-that will bring a response of whatever.</span></strong></div></li><li><div align="left"><strong><span style="color:#000099;">WHATEVER: </span><span style="color:#000000;">It is a woman's way of saying "Shut Up!"</span></strong></div></li><li><div align="left"><strong><span style="color:#000099;">DON'T WORRY ABOUT IT, I GOT IT: </span><span style="color:#000000;">Another dangerous statement, meaning this is something that a woman has told a man to do several times, but is now doing it herself. This will later result in a man asking, "what's wrong?" For the woman's response, refer to #3.</span></strong></div></li></ol><p align="left">Hope you enjoyed a good laugh. Will post again soon!</p><p align="left"><strong></strong></p>Angie Tullockhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01522223103534377666noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1725090989263762852.post-10390196777406023432009-07-14T13:31:00.003-04:002009-07-14T14:39:51.289-04:00A BEAUTIFUL SERVICEJULY 14, 2009<br /><br />Things seem to be getting a little less frantic to where I can sit down and post. It has been a fast, busy, and exciting summer thus far. However, it is going much faster than I would like. I can't believe we are in the middle of July. I don't even want to think about school starting back in approximately 5 weeks.<br /><br />We have been busy around the house and getting some things accomplished but at a slow pace. I finally finished painting the bottom of the dining room walls and I am pleased with the final product. I now have some touch up to do on the top wall above the chair rail and then I can begin to decorate the room. I keep telling myself one room at a time and not to jump ahead but it gets hard to resist the urge to move on to another room. I have so many ideas floating around in my head but money and time are not on my side. I have to remind myself to do these projects as budget and time allows.<br /><br />Rachael left for camp on Friday of last week and she was excited to be spending a week in Florida. The bus left the church around midnight Friday but unfortunately broke down two different times so they did not arrive at camp until around 11:00 pm Saturday night. Yes, 23 hours later, my daughter called to tell us they had arrived. She was in good spirits though, and said the trip was full of fun and surprises. She enjoyed meeting Mr. Messer from Trinity Baptist in Florida who took the kids to his church and fed them pizza while the bus was towed. What a wonderful testimony to Trinity Baptist Church in Jacksonville, Florida. Dr. Messer also supplied a bus for our kids to continue their trip to camp.<br /><br />Yuri and the boys came to town on Thursday of last week and Jon came in on Friday to stay with us. It was fun to have our friends stay with us. Jimmy and I never realized how much we would need Jon and Yuri's help to prepare for the RU group until Friday. There was so much to get done before Steve Curington and the JoyBells arrived on Saturday. My back went out on Thursday afternoon and I could hardly move by the time I arrived home that evening. I was so afraid that I would not be able to get our house cleaned, shopping done, meals prepared, and things ready for Saturday night RU but the Lord knew exactly what was needed and provided all the resources to get it done. Yuri cleaned my home, Jon peeled potatoes, chopped cabbage, and Jimmy filled in all the gaps. I was able to rest Thursday night and on Friday morning my back was feeling somewhat better. I went onto work and took it easy for the day. I was able to rest again on Friday night and by Saturday morning, my back was in good shape. Yuri and I ran the remaining errands on Saturday while Jimmy and Jon took care of all the preparations at church. The Lord worked everything out just as planned.<br /><br /> Daycare turned out to be more than expected but thank the Lord for people willing to step up and help. Robin and Gina Moon brought their daughter and the three of them served dinner and snacks for RU in the cafeteria. They cleaned everything up and were a tremendous blessing. Allison Steinhaus, Katie McDaniels, and Gabby Barrow helped out in the daycare along beside myself and Yuri. We ended up with 24 kids, two of them infants. It was a BIG group and a long evening but I am so thankful for God's provisions.<br /><br />There were ladies who provided desserts and baked beans for the meal on Sunday afternoon and we were able to get everyone fed and on their way to their next destination. I cannot express how much I appreciate all the help that was given to make the weekend a special blessing. Thank you Pastor and Kim for hosting the meal in "The Gathering Place." <br /><br />Everything had such a special meaning for me and Jimmy and his birthday was on Sunday and what a special day for him to have Steve Curington and members of RU conduct our morning services. It was truly a God-filled day!<br /><br />We hosted two of the girls at our home, Beth and Stephanie. I was so humbled by their testimonies and we talked as though we had known each other for years. I know we have formed forever friendships and exchanged emails before they left. The Lord is so Good and he revealed even more to me through the testimony of these young ladies. Tina was one of the young girls who testified on Sunday morning in the 8:45 am service and as she spoke, my heart felt as though it would burst! Even though it was her standing at that podium speaking, she was telling my story. As she spoke how God had saved her and the wonderful love relationship she had found in him, I could not contain all the tears of joy I felt in my own heart. God too, spared me from continuing in a life that would have been filled with bondage, pain, and destruction. Rom.12:1,2 were verses Tina quoted and is her life verses that she has claimed. <br /><br />These ladies sang with a passion that only can be a gift given from God. I personally believe that as each of these ladies accepted Christ as their Savior, God gave them a voice to be heard. His gift to them so they could show their light to others.<br /><br />I wanted to stay for the 11:00 am service also, but had to get things ready for lunch. Kim, Diane, Yuri, and Jon were awesome. They had everything ready to go with time to spare. Jimmy and I have continued to say many times this week, "Our cup runneth over!" We are so Blessed!<br />To God be the Glory, for Great Things He Hath Done!Angie Tullockhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01522223103534377666noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1725090989263762852.post-7648250948708481762009-07-03T17:15:00.011-04:002009-07-03T21:57:47.224-04:00OUR DAY AT CAROWINDSJULY 3, 2009<br /><br /><br /><br />On Tuesday of this week, Rachael and I spent the day at Carowinds with some friends. Lynn Garrow and her daughters, Breanna & Marissa, myself, Rachael and Leann Berrier attempted to ride every roller coaster at the Park. We never made it to Thunderoad but conquered all of the remaining coasters. I was a one-time rider but Lynn and the girls rode some of the roller coasters multiple times.<br /><br /><br /><br />I have come to the conclusion that as we (I) age, so does my ability to handle fast rides. I enjoy them and want to ride all of them, but my stomach and body do not always cooperate with what my mind wants to do. I did enjoy the day and loved watching the girls have fun.<br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhy1gG1X2mKediDsLEwC9lzH8M6pGvFwb-nNa0lv9eMzjW70HT3aOS6RPK0_FYnuCtwnhnzU4rtbhyphenhyphen8ceeMAvuXMR4uFSXRC2XhqhJCYskheyo1U6-AIXsz0P5jK2KoceJBaoMsHAfraIM/s1600-h/DSCF1367.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354358169411955042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhy1gG1X2mKediDsLEwC9lzH8M6pGvFwb-nNa0lv9eMzjW70HT3aOS6RPK0_FYnuCtwnhnzU4rtbhyphenhyphen8ceeMAvuXMR4uFSXRC2XhqhJCYskheyo1U6-AIXsz0P5jK2KoceJBaoMsHAfraIM/s200/DSCF1367.JPG" border="0" /></a> Me, Breanna, Leann, Rachael, Marissa, Lynn<br /></div><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8A1a8XVgda_VsIZ392klq7ngd71xc0680RQ9GOVykOsMA_2zYm9jBEV3JU-eHTvoH5QkV7pbNtyTPt4JE_2r2QSvhaegS876LfamQyzQ1gY_D4MBNNOQ8YXlY6RP8uINvftxjxytg5W0/s1600-h/DSCF1368.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354358157889671090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8A1a8XVgda_VsIZ392klq7ngd71xc0680RQ9GOVykOsMA_2zYm9jBEV3JU-eHTvoH5QkV7pbNtyTPt4JE_2r2QSvhaegS876LfamQyzQ1gY_D4MBNNOQ8YXlY6RP8uINvftxjxytg5W0/s200/DSCF1368.JPG" border="0" /></a> Our first roller coaster of the day, the NIGHTHAWK. You are inverted into a lying position to ride this coaster and it is one of my favorites.<br /><div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgC8LVs-PehEVibYMg342utYoqdBOlPNce7IpylbVpzT4WSCPlB0kb4-RFrLSbBtJNsPwpUMT6QHQUgT7MHlWn9HkBqOA4wgqq5t0hEMRJyRMmlpPpM0XfrE03319yPjqulXsDRGdhPDhw/s1600-h/DSCF1376.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354357176835256242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgC8LVs-PehEVibYMg342utYoqdBOlPNce7IpylbVpzT4WSCPlB0kb4-RFrLSbBtJNsPwpUMT6QHQUgT7MHlWn9HkBqOA4wgqq5t0hEMRJyRMmlpPpM0XfrE03319yPjqulXsDRGdhPDhw/s200/DSCF1376.JPG" border="0" /></a>After the ride. "WOW"<br /><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihj-YgD4y0I6QGNx6VyGTxLzmgdlw8QEh8vWZGHQJd-drOVskY3MxvX8NqeGvG5TN1Uk-yvtXnvTfVswWVx9hmJUyVBBW2dcEwEmLr2fWbYZoDGepIDP-98ow1BHmhe-Pif5Ba60Mtl7I/s1600-h/DSCF1390.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354355265029682818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihj-YgD4y0I6QGNx6VyGTxLzmgdlw8QEh8vWZGHQJd-drOVskY3MxvX8NqeGvG5TN1Uk-yvtXnvTfVswWVx9hmJUyVBBW2dcEwEmLr2fWbYZoDGepIDP-98ow1BHmhe-Pif5Ba60Mtl7I/s200/DSCF1390.JPG" border="0" /></a> We found the Whitewater Rapids fun too!<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVAJea6Ah2krZtXGm_zYjPL3ibyJgpvOmSFkDW6Ye-GuEFEb56VcyaNgc2ju11eU9QKHF_-ACRNiEOG0Mglwh5V7hJk1YPE0sTz8AIdwCVXGai8M0PwfvVHzMCaGD_Cq-uQ16Q82SZfJE/s1600-h/DSCF1388.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354355256937388514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVAJea6Ah2krZtXGm_zYjPL3ibyJgpvOmSFkDW6Ye-GuEFEb56VcyaNgc2ju11eU9QKHF_-ACRNiEOG0Mglwh5V7hJk1YPE0sTz8AIdwCVXGai8M0PwfvVHzMCaGD_Cq-uQ16Q82SZfJE/s200/DSCF1388.JPG" border="0" /></a> Me and Marissa ended up getting soaked on this ride!<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7u4iCsha3nRz2_fZFYlKEzWsLRERoDB5uXD1iNtPErAS8ZrQjX2CBQ73_o-uL7VuErZr3BBCBhNmKTjDFXy8_kq2ganROqTrEKfvhK8THzk3YKdJLCz3_QsqpSI9MOaNlGci_BYUXJPI/s1600-h/DSCF1391.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354355253025385954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7u4iCsha3nRz2_fZFYlKEzWsLRERoDB5uXD1iNtPErAS8ZrQjX2CBQ73_o-uL7VuErZr3BBCBhNmKTjDFXy8_kq2ganROqTrEKfvhK8THzk3YKdJLCz3_QsqpSI9MOaNlGci_BYUXJPI/s200/DSCF1391.JPG" border="0" /></a> The girls loved going through Nick Town!<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhr2Fl99ONEPLOp3NLtHTkx8alIA8PVMFRLVXKqQX_R_-0o0msdnOBC7RVw4gFLnT-wftW0bTrFPqlTGUwf0euwvpuFk4pLkhWgm96b2frAhdbeiSBXiWRt6eDXnsBKxqCXJPr-qx-gXKc/s1600-h/DSCF1392.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354355247582069746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhr2Fl99ONEPLOp3NLtHTkx8alIA8PVMFRLVXKqQX_R_-0o0msdnOBC7RVw4gFLnT-wftW0bTrFPqlTGUwf0euwvpuFk4pLkhWgm96b2frAhdbeiSBXiWRt6eDXnsBKxqCXJPr-qx-gXKc/s200/DSCF1392.JPG" border="0" /></a> After passing through Nickelodeon area, we headed for Carolina Cobra, the newest Roller coaster at Carowinds.<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4177KV1_5-FOo6V3MF-yp79bEkAc9lIcgdz8_qSZPlW2Ry2Qsud6liPpnycyalFDnaxrxW6wQFwkm8nyJ3Wjg8p5UhbImGxXF1lpxPl5YXdb6hZoi05zSAK7eKVnBDLdsiFRfKiPs14k/s1600-h/DSCF1394.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354355236680473954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4177KV1_5-FOo6V3MF-yp79bEkAc9lIcgdz8_qSZPlW2Ry2Qsud6liPpnycyalFDnaxrxW6wQFwkm8nyJ3Wjg8p5UhbImGxXF1lpxPl5YXdb6hZoi05zSAK7eKVnBDLdsiFRfKiPs14k/s200/DSCF1394.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjirMTu8mwc1saR30pP8b38iSpTxjDRIHRlqIbdHznKZrjL7vzjv2CgMJP9FDCKpa3u74QHy5IkCoZ3WvDOXnCTlbfsf2n-QelkqJgZ3L3HVNrP56Z20o8UXu4BzkX7QHBebHICmEW8RRE/s1600-h/DSCF1397.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354353452641303154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjirMTu8mwc1saR30pP8b38iSpTxjDRIHRlqIbdHznKZrjL7vzjv2CgMJP9FDCKpa3u74QHy5IkCoZ3WvDOXnCTlbfsf2n-QelkqJgZ3L3HVNrP56Z20o8UXu4BzkX7QHBebHICmEW8RRE/s200/DSCF1397.JPG" border="0" /></a>This roller coaster was definitely on their "ride again list!"<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3_k7qSs3hExxZE03tNU7LBvusu8I0t0CXtigoQmbWUqQ6n8yFkSvhBQLAdsf9n5LwZhHSCNK1Dpu8CMz4TdrrttwuXz5ACgwYHl3sHbSQvRQRHie_gz7hUF7bihRRlar5OnBmtULRavU/s1600-h/DSCF1400.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354353446686278418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3_k7qSs3hExxZE03tNU7LBvusu8I0t0CXtigoQmbWUqQ6n8yFkSvhBQLAdsf9n5LwZhHSCNK1Dpu8CMz4TdrrttwuXz5ACgwYHl3sHbSQvRQRHie_gz7hUF7bihRRlar5OnBmtULRavU/s200/DSCF1400.JPG" border="0" /></a> Rachael and Mom on the GoldRush!<br /><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhH8vvRdY3s7_LdimR88F5epC9WzKpLqrbVyxS4gsauz9s0mykww3Ev1nRwySgv_s9zKkS6fZTDc69ME_wtIzHlblehpG6qRFR6h7ZiW2CldDXbKrj4qLxBgpinZLWxMaNTKPrKCtHvEpI/s1600-h/DSCF1403.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354353435188487954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhH8vvRdY3s7_LdimR88F5epC9WzKpLqrbVyxS4gsauz9s0mykww3Ev1nRwySgv_s9zKkS6fZTDc69ME_wtIzHlblehpG6qRFR6h7ZiW2CldDXbKrj4qLxBgpinZLWxMaNTKPrKCtHvEpI/s200/DSCF1403.JPG" border="0" /></a> Lynn rode the Drop Zone with the Girls. This is where I bow out graciously!<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxTfyFZdeTov8LkWikMreYGxk0iBLKhDQm-v11iciJMt8j4THrHmLdGLuVRbszGft47Lc1ECmv5pM6q6fRxZ8MWWAcuu43nJmIKtNuc_mgE59eD02iYtS2uIR57kebdQvZ9iz20JWeR7g/s1600-h/DSCF1414.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354352041642049986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxTfyFZdeTov8LkWikMreYGxk0iBLKhDQm-v11iciJMt8j4THrHmLdGLuVRbszGft47Lc1ECmv5pM6q6fRxZ8MWWAcuu43nJmIKtNuc_mgE59eD02iYtS2uIR57kebdQvZ9iz20JWeR7g/s200/DSCF1414.JPG" border="0" /></a> Lynn, Rachael, and Marissa wanted to ride the Slingshot. This is a "bungee cord ride" that you pay extra to do and only the hardest of stomachs can take this one. Lynn, Marissa, and Rachael had no fear and were the first ones to volunteer to ride everything!</div><br /><div></div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEqVYJkvYI1Wuh5ADzm9_UNqZdGzUtlj7anD5nXCyakI85B0zCcRgJGOEMmbK-7IAUT7tjxWRffoJKH8dBXxBm7LlQr7HYy_dvjOoQOn2wuYDM8Q9RtzJbAAZCY54Z152Hqo66gXIXI0M/s1600-h/DSCF1417.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354352032659902050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEqVYJkvYI1Wuh5ADzm9_UNqZdGzUtlj7anD5nXCyakI85B0zCcRgJGOEMmbK-7IAUT7tjxWRffoJKH8dBXxBm7LlQr7HYy_dvjOoQOn2wuYDM8Q9RtzJbAAZCY54Z152Hqo66gXIXI0M/s200/DSCF1417.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipMXfKAru7PmMDeQrF8G_jyBBmx4SO-NjNH_nFXr0sDTKX-_HlnqVRBm1OhHVvSoZ3fbLQcOs7cH_EZPTkq5OdbIDYHb0HPaUEm6wf95xttb9nnXB23UXHdynCNQsAgspL8loobZvhHsw/s1600-h/DSCF1419.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354352031915234930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipMXfKAru7PmMDeQrF8G_jyBBmx4SO-NjNH_nFXr0sDTKX-_HlnqVRBm1OhHVvSoZ3fbLQcOs7cH_EZPTkq5OdbIDYHb0HPaUEm6wf95xttb9nnXB23UXHdynCNQsAgspL8loobZvhHsw/s200/DSCF1419.JPG" border="0" /></a>Rachael, Lynn, and Marissa getting ready to go up. Rachael was given the task of pulling the cord!<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfJK4XO-aYNKyCp2yPe-xTUGqyOyHsbPVJ7VGy_-Zz-cauxlX5GfRgznhuwryh4c7Cqg0XO-8GI98lyWiyffJrA56PHPb5Zp_ecPNBrhyphenhyphenoXXB1_Km5oymZA8MnyqWY-K-tlRqcqoYJ2GM/s1600-h/DSCF1422.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354352025453323522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfJK4XO-aYNKyCp2yPe-xTUGqyOyHsbPVJ7VGy_-Zz-cauxlX5GfRgznhuwryh4c7Cqg0XO-8GI98lyWiyffJrA56PHPb5Zp_ecPNBrhyphenhyphenoXXB1_Km5oymZA8MnyqWY-K-tlRqcqoYJ2GM/s200/DSCF1422.JPG" border="0" /></a> Too High For Me! I was at the bottom praying for their safety!<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9h2slEyhej0si5kMoB73dMsJva8YsUuTUFt9fSDOhxZRNkW8HDKlyMh8KcrZinOxgaEtif9AWZ8BhsHduoyBLdgadNcUDNn1wb3exsRHuvG9XEbTOZ7scCF-rMYMEUjhOC9l4jBB9lzs/s1600-h/DSCF1424.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354352016870372594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9h2slEyhej0si5kMoB73dMsJva8YsUuTUFt9fSDOhxZRNkW8HDKlyMh8KcrZinOxgaEtif9AWZ8BhsHduoyBLdgadNcUDNn1wb3exsRHuvG9XEbTOZ7scCF-rMYMEUjhOC9l4jBB9lzs/s200/DSCF1424.JPG" border="0" /></a> And down they came!<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDSCegHjOwc1j1BkGJWgXgBY4JDiioAFwFyDs713XIMJV5s9fJp26vmlPvUSNzhUCIAD8XqE7T10orhyphenhypheneYnfvKakhF3-Q8j1SkYyK-fo6x_RoRKR2B4GYCpcwFB6SZFkwOllHnxFLjjbY/s1600-h/DSCF1428.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354350589843395250" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDSCegHjOwc1j1BkGJWgXgBY4JDiioAFwFyDs713XIMJV5s9fJp26vmlPvUSNzhUCIAD8XqE7T10orhyphenhypheneYnfvKakhF3-Q8j1SkYyK-fo6x_RoRKR2B4GYCpcwFB6SZFkwOllHnxFLjjbY/s200/DSCF1428.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />We moved on to another great water ride and I have some "before the ride" pictures...<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMp9GaVirAnfuxTKQthorPTDAhWdqqao60H3bF5mbP_2Tz30ag0tqvKKueK-821VLiCEySaK8jJUD_FgRQD_JLe32_ylEqnfNzdN3fXTNjAhq69syRAThmWJSxPkdZ8aQUIjsmgb6YBtg/s1600-h/DSCF1426.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354350585164245394" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMp9GaVirAnfuxTKQthorPTDAhWdqqao60H3bF5mbP_2Tz30ag0tqvKKueK-821VLiCEySaK8jJUD_FgRQD_JLe32_ylEqnfNzdN3fXTNjAhq69syRAThmWJSxPkdZ8aQUIjsmgb6YBtg/s200/DSCF1426.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEYxpYAK2DqyG4uXEexnoQmF6z4EfElxpgLcA3IUikpcVKGruzM7eZwKuTf1_a15r2KnOAgpMVUZuMet66ib1S_10UsgCEFcru_eJ5GqTm-kr2mjwkVEmGKnc3ajLet6F1EcGZiyicRew/s1600-h/DSCF1430.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354350584194929394" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEYxpYAK2DqyG4uXEexnoQmF6z4EfElxpgLcA3IUikpcVKGruzM7eZwKuTf1_a15r2KnOAgpMVUZuMet66ib1S_10UsgCEFcru_eJ5GqTm-kr2mjwkVEmGKnc3ajLet6F1EcGZiyicRew/s200/DSCF1430.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br />and "after the ride" pictures!<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieoiIX80HGriAaPxtUlq7I33cO58bUMZzH0HwLgIwVFkHsA2a7_fdxrP80bSLWOIoGWBbXkQ6A_XWa-95pFn8pRDMEo_RAFM1RQycnNbRhbJxDw22HqkjTlZm7dneAbEaBBmC7h-igTII/s1600-h/DSCF1432.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354350576806901586" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieoiIX80HGriAaPxtUlq7I33cO58bUMZzH0HwLgIwVFkHsA2a7_fdxrP80bSLWOIoGWBbXkQ6A_XWa-95pFn8pRDMEo_RAFM1RQycnNbRhbJxDw22HqkjTlZm7dneAbEaBBmC7h-igTII/s200/DSCF1432.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUJLrrghZWNFvxWXd8QQ1mbXV9y5lCFwr6Nk4ypaBrYQxSVFq_Z0tSmM5pFSrt17HaK_fJG0qwKr3ERI7_m_4tjki4jeBQjlfpXhZ5yulGCCKWgkPhothGGIDFdh4Kgj2K_9CQ2ZnBibg/s1600-h/DSCF1433.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354350568870962146" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUJLrrghZWNFvxWXd8QQ1mbXV9y5lCFwr6Nk4ypaBrYQxSVFq_Z0tSmM5pFSrt17HaK_fJG0qwKr3ERI7_m_4tjki4jeBQjlfpXhZ5yulGCCKWgkPhothGGIDFdh4Kgj2K_9CQ2ZnBibg/s200/DSCF1433.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354348922163824898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1L-lvbbWnid2HmN-07QKERHpb6KquWBIUlb24EXJw29b_GNYaeTzqEDSZFkDxITPAZjkxO6p8A1NZYQIFG8YdUdGyQCJm8gJsKjj8aP2OAi981_LKjSwzcEBcYB3S_vI7LD_c8Qaqlkw/s200/DSCF1434.JPG" border="0" /><br /></div><div>Don't stand in this area after the ride! You will get wet..ter!<br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMXT_7PPqAvdumd4N_jgVHU1aVnJHoRPCi2Oc0RLkcdhUu6ZdP844P6R5FxbH_pCL1J4iVmeTPbqpkR6GDRfk07xJunWwxOK0v2Fx_vGM9lExsm30TuHas98ahe4g-idRM6iJDM_t6DsE/s1600-h/DSCF1435.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354348912898037650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMXT_7PPqAvdumd4N_jgVHU1aVnJHoRPCi2Oc0RLkcdhUu6ZdP844P6R5FxbH_pCL1J4iVmeTPbqpkR6GDRfk07xJunWwxOK0v2Fx_vGM9lExsm30TuHas98ahe4g-idRM6iJDM_t6DsE/s200/DSCF1435.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />Drying out with "Blues Clue"<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEip6v5VyKIbLN6lSmmcykdVmHfG-Fe7mI4_saERK1PlLHsXn2A8k7r_Xvp2XypEZ56MyBZtC1QOSE36ZQpfG9HDU3XeeqYARzG9FLYU2OJwM70tvOBoTm4AdO75xQ83yDpYVP9T0omauTc/s1600-h/DSCF1441.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354348907633358786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEip6v5VyKIbLN6lSmmcykdVmHfG-Fe7mI4_saERK1PlLHsXn2A8k7r_Xvp2XypEZ56MyBZtC1QOSE36ZQpfG9HDU3XeeqYARzG9FLYU2OJwM70tvOBoTm4AdO75xQ83yDpYVP9T0omauTc/s200/DSCF1441.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><br /><div><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihi0vsI7zgwJ2VKoV7e8B-7iSg3tHI1Adh4euTzp4gH9UAktK6Nmd3UO45eC_h71ZY300NFlDiNRfh5LQaB3lETV9wPuPoGuHGUVD7RAS974TgGnDPv9ntKGsfWRJRV4_mF_ypRF5IusA/s1600-h/DSCF1449.JPG"></a>Moving on to the Star Ship!</div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZQNiFED6GpcZxZmHmVnWy-RN38Cq_OWiikO0Q267QFRFCMSgnuRS8PAw7ogwMb3x6mAmRW0-16MtsohyphenhyphenlUu8P4zIZ7YAhcQc_j2FK9AZf5Rf4EjTnb4ItMS7chheEnOJJADuDH5Fq5tw/s1600-h/DSCF1458.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354347383194175074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZQNiFED6GpcZxZmHmVnWy-RN38Cq_OWiikO0Q267QFRFCMSgnuRS8PAw7ogwMb3x6mAmRW0-16MtsohyphenhyphenlUu8P4zIZ7YAhcQc_j2FK9AZf5Rf4EjTnb4ItMS7chheEnOJJADuDH5Fq5tw/s200/DSCF1458.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQVpv5v6TcKT4PeIvQTzoS8Ef07EREG8Avdbd_tiBTTKYmXKeN4l3hvkJEmX2vDL2JSD3hOV2nJHKYxxdZv-V9eh453R2LuF4AkhQ3MmWGgUUMLQRTOSoaG9S7aMkn9c9qtUogY70kuBE/s1600-h/DSCF1461.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354347377892543458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQVpv5v6TcKT4PeIvQTzoS8Ef07EREG8Avdbd_tiBTTKYmXKeN4l3hvkJEmX2vDL2JSD3hOV2nJHKYxxdZv-V9eh453R2LuF4AkhQ3MmWGgUUMLQRTOSoaG9S7aMkn9c9qtUogY70kuBE/s200/DSCF1461.JPG" border="0" /></a> One of the last rides, Top Gun!<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6ypCtgLadKouA_J22fhAuGJ6jwgOxDWqwdlQREVX-pncXgpKwzfptOdmRPnSnCBLPWz7qEXpSMUdai-8VMhuSPWcHzDHKJmP2YutjsSHGGvk-5-HrDuh8xjENLOKwdFZkrMITfDQkJ3M/s1600-h/DSCF1464.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354347369603382962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6ypCtgLadKouA_J22fhAuGJ6jwgOxDWqwdlQREVX-pncXgpKwzfptOdmRPnSnCBLPWz7qEXpSMUdai-8VMhuSPWcHzDHKJmP2YutjsSHGGvk-5-HrDuh8xjENLOKwdFZkrMITfDQkJ3M/s200/DSCF1464.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="left">It was a wonderful day with friends at Carowinds and unfortunately I awakened later that night with a virus that lingered for a couple of days. I am feeling much better today and looking forward to the weekend with family.</div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Angie Tullockhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01522223103534377666noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1725090989263762852.post-58396512132651055522009-06-24T16:11:00.012-04:002009-06-24T16:46:06.575-04:00FUN TIME AT THE BEACH!JUNE 24, 2009<br /><br />Rachael and I had the opportunity to spend a couple of days at the beach with close friends and we were BLESSED with a wonderful week. Rachael told me later, "Mom, this has been one of my favorite trips."<br /><br />We played at the beach, ate good food, got a nice "lobster burn", and Jennifer even taught us the "Lobster Creed." (you have to place your last two fingers together and next to the last two fingers together and then separate the pair so that your hands look like a Lobster claw)<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><div align="center">"I am a Lobster, Red and Burned."</div><div align="center">"To wear my sunscreen, I have learned!"</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left">It was an awesome time with friends and we enjoyed our time together. It was fun to watch the kids gather together and play.</div><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtgSSWdeHcUmOlpKCMLhNML9OaHh2aZegWNQjKWvr8G6ZiBqZFUeilgO5LHXxE-mDoojC6CwWrfMNyn0lb_WSorAf9oFwuBXja-CGnxydw2vqA7jVaI9vVptMZhh0oE1GWo2sBkKbOD20/s1600-h/angie's+pictures+176.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350991649080405010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtgSSWdeHcUmOlpKCMLhNML9OaHh2aZegWNQjKWvr8G6ZiBqZFUeilgO5LHXxE-mDoojC6CwWrfMNyn0lb_WSorAf9oFwuBXja-CGnxydw2vqA7jVaI9vVptMZhh0oE1GWo2sBkKbOD20/s200/angie's+pictures+176.jpg" border="0" /></a> Rachael, McKenzie, and Claire<br /></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKKw-JuvZhD-QTKWtZADnxvEalRbkVS_gb7zgwRL_iwvO3b5G-LiA7E1MzT7vgmJqPQM9ZkO3ix7fh1azFz5cNVAeUqLkfGR1HmniywtwAA6UObyFWRAN78rKSV0sm4xztC2Uhyphenhyphenre0qhc/s1600-h/angie's+pictures+184.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350991643896069666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKKw-JuvZhD-QTKWtZADnxvEalRbkVS_gb7zgwRL_iwvO3b5G-LiA7E1MzT7vgmJqPQM9ZkO3ix7fh1azFz5cNVAeUqLkfGR1HmniywtwAA6UObyFWRAN78rKSV0sm4xztC2Uhyphenhyphenre0qhc/s200/angie's+pictures+184.jpg" border="0" /></a> Claire, pulling her wagon of toys out to sea!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvU-TCgarH7Uw-114XXv37CvYUfR2R0PhdIfx-0ahJysA9bbFPoC-iUiZfttk9mz6voaN-A0NzTzIAvlymeW65mChBksNy6aFyCf1roBaXO3BDIWpo2tY0dNwqBxphlrRCuKqS9W_1hXk/s1600-h/angie's+pictures+254.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350991639363047106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvU-TCgarH7Uw-114XXv37CvYUfR2R0PhdIfx-0ahJysA9bbFPoC-iUiZfttk9mz6voaN-A0NzTzIAvlymeW65mChBksNy6aFyCf1roBaXO3BDIWpo2tY0dNwqBxphlrRCuKqS9W_1hXk/s200/angie's+pictures+254.jpg" border="0" /></a> Rachael and Seth playing around with the boogie board.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirbboAE5ITK3qzXN5h535nqnGYhwQ70QfM7uuOG4Vpax51oku7pbcZowyo8JASJn1sqeBh0X3lONYf4bao1iMJCcMKmUkGuBZ0Puzye6dwko_FbooU2dKfZxVrczsq1d68vJQHf7TN0pM/s1600-h/angie's+pictures+287.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350990699702054786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirbboAE5ITK3qzXN5h535nqnGYhwQ70QfM7uuOG4Vpax51oku7pbcZowyo8JASJn1sqeBh0X3lONYf4bao1iMJCcMKmUkGuBZ0Puzye6dwko_FbooU2dKfZxVrczsq1d68vJQHf7TN0pM/s200/angie's+pictures+287.jpg" border="0" /></a> Jonathan, Claire and (part of me) enjoying the warm ocean!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2sFGO7i84HTZ9jpA3L49KnPCXnTPCm4AlNhY3zn1K2Ir-jAchhiQGF0AsnQRvwvRS2VQcXruXza9n78oznoPZUaBp6-fCAqLs1Fmd-zbUzwLolJJkKTornCOmpefoTzCXqxfnL0X3Qp4/s1600-h/angie's+pictures+291.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350990691158343234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2sFGO7i84HTZ9jpA3L49KnPCXnTPCm4AlNhY3zn1K2Ir-jAchhiQGF0AsnQRvwvRS2VQcXruXza9n78oznoPZUaBp6-fCAqLs1Fmd-zbUzwLolJJkKTornCOmpefoTzCXqxfnL0X3Qp4/s200/angie's+pictures+291.jpg" border="0" /></a> Rachael and Claire having fun!<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiv-Wdl2CCSG1mVtgvtqk0OBtYVqXnc7kJ7kIH_nawssPQKOSkwCbhP6CeNIVebdhtuS8p9SaX5qdp5PSNmxY9oOW_duZgTM1Hh_tRHLw2zZHxFQHD8IT4eKNF5ALQZBgIYR4DtoBkDFmI/s1600-h/angie's+pictures+294.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350990686278264626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiv-Wdl2CCSG1mVtgvtqk0OBtYVqXnc7kJ7kIH_nawssPQKOSkwCbhP6CeNIVebdhtuS8p9SaX5qdp5PSNmxY9oOW_duZgTM1Hh_tRHLw2zZHxFQHD8IT4eKNF5ALQZBgIYR4DtoBkDFmI/s200/angie's+pictures+294.jpg" border="0" /></a> Jonathan, Rachael and Claire<br /><div></div></div></div>Angie Tullockhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01522223103534377666noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1725090989263762852.post-24441123128769029212009-06-06T23:08:00.005-04:002009-06-22T15:24:34.644-04:00RACHAEL'S FIRST SUMMER JOB!JUNE 22, 2009<br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi201svS43sjYiWHpFtOLEvNLg_swAUp-kpwrGK0zQDbf1aXrn_PcetBtC0Q0FKfIQEzAEM_Yql8NFE3gKqnRjGQ16jM6JuHOapGAWKTB4XlaCEv-K8z6N5rjwW98E8wMi7CqYBJN1ObNQ/s1600-h/angie's+pictures+220.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350232109303445906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi201svS43sjYiWHpFtOLEvNLg_swAUp-kpwrGK0zQDbf1aXrn_PcetBtC0Q0FKfIQEzAEM_Yql8NFE3gKqnRjGQ16jM6JuHOapGAWKTB4XlaCEv-K8z6N5rjwW98E8wMi7CqYBJN1ObNQ/s200/angie's+pictures+220.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center">Rachael with Alana and Avery<br /></div><div></div><div><br /><br /></div><div>I have a little "catching up to do." Rachael had the opportunity to work her first summer job this year. She was asked to babysit for Ray and Patty Fletcher's grandchildren, Avery and Alana. Rachael was very excited and asked a dozen questions before her first big day.<br /><br /></div><div></div><div><br /><br /></div><div>She did well and was complimented many times by Patty. Thank-you Patty for asking her to babysit and giving her the opportunity to earn some money this summer. She was so thankful and you were very generous! We love you!<br /></div><div></div><div><br /><br /></div><div>At the end of her first week, I treated her and the kids to a lunch at <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">McDonalds</span> and we went to the one where they could play. Renee and her kids joined us for the outing and we all had a great time of fellowship. (We missed you Kim and Claire)<br /><br /></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKUHubNYe2yL_0vWZJyNIKHS3GBgV4d4scpQ6PK-pR_dKFH0X1EZmHQxEQHe7SqYbY5zrhWKixjZI5QvxujT1MxoB3bBGIKWibtMier8BWuUDcHhhwUUQ5TYrDoTGOju_vzsPQZnZ4QAc/s1600-h/angie's+pictures+168.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344418625009117218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 199px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKUHubNYe2yL_0vWZJyNIKHS3GBgV4d4scpQ6PK-pR_dKFH0X1EZmHQxEQHe7SqYbY5zrhWKixjZI5QvxujT1MxoB3bBGIKWibtMier8BWuUDcHhhwUUQ5TYrDoTGOju_vzsPQZnZ4QAc/s200/angie's+pictures+168.jpg" border="0" /></a> Avery enjoying his playtime!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZo4vIPna3h84aMUIV9vgmTRvDe5jF2yxZFnzB6yhc_JxSSALv4nZD3KSoPeNdYKuMqcFJLSKdpvptK2TQR8pJjcb0EQ3_FIR_A5w7_1TRzwOwvWAy2i3VfAb2wf2a2Pdc8cBO8jRatJA/s1600-h/angie's+pictures+169.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344418621858440258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZo4vIPna3h84aMUIV9vgmTRvDe5jF2yxZFnzB6yhc_JxSSALv4nZD3KSoPeNdYKuMqcFJLSKdpvptK2TQR8pJjcb0EQ3_FIR_A5w7_1TRzwOwvWAy2i3VfAb2wf2a2Pdc8cBO8jRatJA/s200/angie's+pictures+169.jpg" border="0" /></a>Little Andrew watching the older kids. We saw the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Maupins</span> at <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">McDonalds</span> and the boys all joined in and played together.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6KAC8Fwwv6FySFQ8wZrb43O0WU2-4hbPbMn_S23Uw3EAJVhpJePsT5JEYjrJUrTM2gWodWE1H8H79AK02WippWFsx5K0wgYkvpDpb_ez67XPorb7pdxuZLX-JlGk53RYf-0VOGXM5uVo/s1600-h/angie's+pictures+170.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344418617009243746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6KAC8Fwwv6FySFQ8wZrb43O0WU2-4hbPbMn_S23Uw3EAJVhpJePsT5JEYjrJUrTM2gWodWE1H8H79AK02WippWFsx5K0wgYkvpDpb_ez67XPorb7pdxuZLX-JlGk53RYf-0VOGXM5uVo/s200/angie's+pictures+170.jpg" border="0" /></a>Alana and Anna<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJucOjvit24xMnCxCf4msSlnqSgEAw2YsICIVlSACkt-P3uuhYXBO3RL68QZbGsl7L2numt6X7Jl1sEmj8UV90j7HdWcvYEFT7KXiza0N5tT9BJH7oBZgCuP2EVV6-mOFZ9LnNPHzKJ30/s1600-h/angie's+pictures+162.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344418611766261330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJucOjvit24xMnCxCf4msSlnqSgEAw2YsICIVlSACkt-P3uuhYXBO3RL68QZbGsl7L2numt6X7Jl1sEmj8UV90j7HdWcvYEFT7KXiza0N5tT9BJH7oBZgCuP2EVV6-mOFZ9LnNPHzKJ30/s200/angie's+pictures+162.jpg" border="0" /></a> Jonathan chasing the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Maupin</span> boys! </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="left">Rachael, your dad and I are very proud of you. You are showing us that you are maturing into a responsible young lady this summer and you are making better decisions in regards to maturity. Even though we as parents, sometimes have to place boundaries on you that you may not understand now, you will as you enter into your own adulthood and have children of your own. It is our desire and prayer that you love the Lord with all your heart, soul, and might. </div><div align="left">Deuteronomy 6:5</div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left">We love you very much and look forward to seeing God's plan in your life! Mom & Dad</div>Angie Tullockhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01522223103534377666noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1725090989263762852.post-91049836910944280402009-06-05T14:24:00.003-04:002009-06-05T14:47:32.867-04:00SOFTBALL PICTURESJUNE 05, 2009<br /><br />Here are the recent softball pictures that were taken at the end of the season. I can't believe "my baby" is going to be a Freshman next year in High School. I'm sad!<br /><br /><br /><div align="center">UGCS Girls Softball Team</div><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343912984550362194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjbft0C-0ZP7nKSHmIqom4V2C1u5V0KBEpP5WOSHAZ1hP4agmSWhXMggXr74qgvQ161cdEp7Ly5BmCj_D0g2AzY6xrtRsTLXzdfDVGB8a1WcPkj56JbVl5PnX4DwMBQ9aKOHUWRtzbYzs/s200/angie's+pictures+006.jpg" border="0" /></div><div align="center"> My Baby!</div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidO1mXi_jZX72GvxRGJiwxeB6rWbPfNJtUvMzS8i6z6TsOW0InLLD2SEfETI8LCQyV5Rva3jXLL5KnCaEJovidbnZrySHaEw_l7V8kYJFmCHBcJ6ETb5GDeCz72LOmC2feN3TqHTe52Zg/s1600-h/angie's+pictures+011.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343912980047490290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidO1mXi_jZX72GvxRGJiwxeB6rWbPfNJtUvMzS8i6z6TsOW0InLLD2SEfETI8LCQyV5Rva3jXLL5KnCaEJovidbnZrySHaEw_l7V8kYJFmCHBcJ6ETb5GDeCz72LOmC2feN3TqHTe52Zg/s200/angie's+pictures+011.jpg" border="0" /></a>Wished I could still stretch like this!</div><div align="center"><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJ-MfOrcCh84nSDIqk3B5rT17nO4NNeRhhmn3sNwPB1ahVsQGaIUqnTxIoDnCt_nHOP3fRm87kmbCO85n9AzzNnHMKEwIibHEklXFo5A5RoN-92-WlqsSJyBkUt57yzlcmwd9avjRWPZI/s1600-h/angie's+pictures+010.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343912300434389010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJ-MfOrcCh84nSDIqk3B5rT17nO4NNeRhhmn3sNwPB1ahVsQGaIUqnTxIoDnCt_nHOP3fRm87kmbCO85n9AzzNnHMKEwIibHEklXFo5A5RoN-92-WlqsSJyBkUt57yzlcmwd9avjRWPZI/s200/angie's+pictures+010.jpg" border="0" /></a> Posing for the camera!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJ5pc5pS69UyUNd8RVDZrUtimqZoqbhNG5karBBVZ2xKv-SXFb4YNZs8HzD8ocN_8MU7fXpSg8cXJeQAEsQuWNhvSLONjNEVyQ5deX4WYEhyDhPoil96aI9dP2l7jEAMu6cHq0juqvlkw/s1600-h/angie's+pictures+005.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343912296709072818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJ5pc5pS69UyUNd8RVDZrUtimqZoqbhNG5karBBVZ2xKv-SXFb4YNZs8HzD8ocN_8MU7fXpSg8cXJeQAEsQuWNhvSLONjNEVyQ5deX4WYEhyDhPoil96aI9dP2l7jEAMu6cHq0juqvlkw/s200/angie's+pictures+005.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Getting ready to steal a base!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUYMPwWsJhKHRpnBVvs9QpimuaBfaeOcj1jETZB_O1f_-RDQiNoedML2EGT3i2u2amh3wTK9Ve7l41HBcnlxJXEmofm37wzCIzp7eszobtRwYI_Di201lfAl5uIaZ3MzqtW3iMVqSGGwU/s1600-h/angie's+pictures+001.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343912284039316930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUYMPwWsJhKHRpnBVvs9QpimuaBfaeOcj1jETZB_O1f_-RDQiNoedML2EGT3i2u2amh3wTK9Ve7l41HBcnlxJXEmofm37wzCIzp7eszobtRwYI_Di201lfAl5uIaZ3MzqtW3iMVqSGGwU/s200/angie's+pictures+001.jpg" border="0" /></a> </div><br /></div>Angie Tullockhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01522223103534377666noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1725090989263762852.post-69094753480026532482009-06-04T15:01:00.003-04:002009-06-04T16:03:35.209-04:00WHERE DID MAY GO?...JUNE 04, 2009<br /><br />I cannot believe May has passed by so quickly and June is fast-forwarding. I cannot seem to get caught up anymore or get many things accomplished. I noticed last night my calendar on the refrigerator still has April's agenda on it. Wow, pretty bad when you've skipped a whole month of calendaring.<br /><br /><div align="left">There were end of year school activities, sports activities, weekend trips, painting the dining room (which I must admit, is still not complete) and planting more flowers (one of my favorite things to do). And now we have moved into the fundraising mode. The teens have been involved in several fundraisers this month to raise money for their trip to WOL camp in July and last night we had a spaghetti supper at church to raise more funds. We have a golf tournament scheduled and one more car wash to squeeze in before the end of June. I'll need a weekend of rest after all this. </div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left"></div><div align="left">I want to post some pictures of Rachael that were taken during softball this past year and I'll try and get those done in the next day or two. I also have some additional recipes to post and need to get back on track with sharing some of the weekly recipes from weight watchers.</div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left"></div><div align="left">Speaking of Weight Watchers, I weighed in yesterday and lost 7.4 lbs. This was awesome and I am shooting for my 60 lb star next week. I am going to weigh in on Tuesday of next week because I leave to go out of town on Wednesday so I pray I make my 60 pound loss. The last month has been up and down on the scale and at one point, I lost track of whether I was gaining or losing (haha). I found pounds and lost pounds but as of yesterday, I am definitely back on the path to losing. I needed the big loss to encourage me to get refocused. I have a new vision in my mind to where I would like to be when we take our family vacation to Disney in September. This is the vision I am going to put in my mind to prayerfully keep me motivated.</div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left"></div><div align="left">My step-son Nick called this past week and told us he has placed an offer to buy a house less than 5 minutes from our house. I am excited for him and I know he is looking forward to this next big step in his life. He has been offered a full-time position with Duke Energy as an Associate Engineer and we are happy for him. He has been working part-time for Duke while going to school and graduated in May with an Associates Degree in Electronic Engineering. He graduated with honors and did a fantastic job working part-time as an engineering intern. I received a note of praise on him from the Human Relations Department and I have to admit, I was very proud. </div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left"></div><div align="left">I will share more later but for now, must get back to work. </div>Angie Tullockhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01522223103534377666noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1725090989263762852.post-45403488633072556602009-05-26T11:48:00.005-04:002009-05-26T12:53:30.661-04:00OUR CAMPING TRIPMARCH 26, 2009<br /><br /><div align="left">Our family decided to embark on our first "tent" camping trip this past weekend. We have camped in the backyard several times but never away from home together as a family. Jimmy and I wanted to spend some family time with Rachael with no amenities of home such as TV, phone, electronic games, and other devices.</div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left">We decided to take a trip to Grandfather Mountain and rented a space at Grandfather Campground. The place was very nice and we were within 300' of a bath house. Upon arrival, we proceeded to set up camp.</div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuifTnJrXEvPKkglDOg21IPCMKobwtf4LDN8KzZOr5ck8-btBxvcjaABnXxcddc5hHTQmdZFMNmK2MCQblh9sQtaOGMxhSp87JSfr2KOjlT7V3e_m4NuHqkc3vmf6j4TFTOFGgFeEh-Gw/s1600-h/angie's+pictures+123.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340164369423969490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuifTnJrXEvPKkglDOg21IPCMKobwtf4LDN8KzZOr5ck8-btBxvcjaABnXxcddc5hHTQmdZFMNmK2MCQblh9sQtaOGMxhSp87JSfr2KOjlT7V3e_m4NuHqkc3vmf6j4TFTOFGgFeEh-Gw/s200/angie's+pictures+123.jpg" border="0" /></a> Jimmy and Rachael setting up our tent.</div><div align="center"><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuGR5Vc6HN4YY4oSa3KDsY7bYqMF_LPX6HqickSMOvNJdKp0cJqMGtsS4hpsmWiBUOyR4TlLOT9kYc6pfOXHlcTm8HBq6qjCdf2oZH2eHmj5iCbpfFNBERHQn9SrhaaZNSxRJHSHIfvSY/s1600-h/angie's+pictures+125.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340164356263782178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuGR5Vc6HN4YY4oSa3KDsY7bYqMF_LPX6HqickSMOvNJdKp0cJqMGtsS4hpsmWiBUOyR4TlLOT9kYc6pfOXHlcTm8HBq6qjCdf2oZH2eHmj5iCbpfFNBERHQn9SrhaaZNSxRJHSHIfvSY/s200/angie's+pictures+125.jpg" border="0" /></a> Jimmy trying to untangle the drop cord. (We did select a campsite with electricity and water.) There are some things I absolutely cannot do without.<br /></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmQQpCLSZxhA0nRsZ1ee4jGDnbHawOq4o6k_zCJKAk18ikYvnVdcQeDSDFyKn5K-DrMpB8NwY6rnn69N8GODZ03Gx1EsHurSvOYXQpmbrldeCr5tFvaoKca2ibmPKn7IyyOtKSrWo6U3A/s1600-h/angie's+pictures+126.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340164351534022866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmQQpCLSZxhA0nRsZ1ee4jGDnbHawOq4o6k_zCJKAk18ikYvnVdcQeDSDFyKn5K-DrMpB8NwY6rnn69N8GODZ03Gx1EsHurSvOYXQpmbrldeCr5tFvaoKca2ibmPKn7IyyOtKSrWo6U3A/s200/angie's+pictures+126.jpg" border="0" /></a> My husband and his "sense of humor" trying to untangle the drop cord.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="left">After setting up camp, we decided to spend the remainder of the day shopping and visiting downtown Boone. We stopped at a few antique shops and found an open market near downtown with plenty of vendors selling different crafts.</div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_lrHNP3TFnrMVik3H4G3T-z0FEWVboAXzK_67C1qNJ18o_OFsGj1X1miSa0R2IEHnFsEALOMNZKspp0acGLJLKUgWzcZGOPVwriqCTmWGOAMhZKV2czCRn2MXwxh9-Fi08hu-L1-JTKg/s1600-h/angie's+pictures+132.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340163060613048658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_lrHNP3TFnrMVik3H4G3T-z0FEWVboAXzK_67C1qNJ18o_OFsGj1X1miSa0R2IEHnFsEALOMNZKspp0acGLJLKUgWzcZGOPVwriqCTmWGOAMhZKV2czCRn2MXwxh9-Fi08hu-L1-JTKg/s200/angie's+pictures+132.jpg" border="0" /></a> Later that evening, back at our campsite, we started a campfire, roasted marshmallows for smores and spent time just talking and laughing. Bed was early, due to the rain that came in and the next morning we awakened to a fresh new day.</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiy5ZIf45YHQXLi5HNPqfTXJL-AFdandVylxYIzaNRXm9tPv4lciRXN4XQobpHWenQHPWwgvL6cUNR1JYyniep1OY1O1yu9qV_xFJRkXHWBMPYzJpLGUYir5bJcTHNNB2dJwtxr1B7TPFQ/s1600-h/angie's+pictures+133.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340163055224505938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiy5ZIf45YHQXLi5HNPqfTXJL-AFdandVylxYIzaNRXm9tPv4lciRXN4XQobpHWenQHPWwgvL6cUNR1JYyniep1OY1O1yu9qV_xFJRkXHWBMPYzJpLGUYir5bJcTHNNB2dJwtxr1B7TPFQ/s200/angie's+pictures+133.jpg" border="0" /></a> All of us but Rachael. She decided to sleep in!</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8Z0cNlEYFmtw4fwt66XZdoKx_l8vc35vnYDMo04OAeyVCZ10Fff6eVSRF7L8MGNJ4P91IbfYUC7-zwurX5Ysu9713Z4khv3nGNb8DQPoSJApFQZdLLeqs0tlBqTBCoDBo13r9_XXxzLM/s1600-h/angie's+pictures+135.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340163052135723234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8Z0cNlEYFmtw4fwt66XZdoKx_l8vc35vnYDMo04OAeyVCZ10Fff6eVSRF7L8MGNJ4P91IbfYUC7-zwurX5Ysu9713Z4khv3nGNb8DQPoSJApFQZdLLeqs0tlBqTBCoDBo13r9_XXxzLM/s200/angie's+pictures+135.jpg" border="0" /></a> I was elected to fix breakfast. Country ham & egg sandwiches.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgemYf5rSVgcEph1ZmwqDWrt8cqZ_YtJxMEUjruFg3FD1j6zWW0YTP_mLz70vmD5pauDvsikUYGs_242EUjcQtsgMkWG4uW6Pz465C_0TyOziCFd1j4stqgIKZooS0WujBl1uZpzAwRN0g/s1600-h/angie's+pictures+137.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340163048154464306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgemYf5rSVgcEph1ZmwqDWrt8cqZ_YtJxMEUjruFg3FD1j6zWW0YTP_mLz70vmD5pauDvsikUYGs_242EUjcQtsgMkWG4uW6Pz465C_0TyOziCFd1j4stqgIKZooS0WujBl1uZpzAwRN0g/s200/angie's+pictures+137.jpg" border="0" /></a> My husband inside the tent in his morning devotions.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjvoMW_cjDFBeOdTRuY79VISS5rbP7cJcVtLv2lNo3gIZvLLy8sow8p4BHnYwFkxsNI5nBqHgS2tDqudWCqbZSHqR3H8QjmB5Rzz_XltOwW0gSI3h1AX-8Y6ttWL8vZWvjiIs2QE4nhv4/s1600-h/angie's+pictures+147.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340162221042379474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjvoMW_cjDFBeOdTRuY79VISS5rbP7cJcVtLv2lNo3gIZvLLy8sow8p4BHnYwFkxsNI5nBqHgS2tDqudWCqbZSHqR3H8QjmB5Rzz_XltOwW0gSI3h1AX-8Y6ttWL8vZWvjiIs2QE4nhv4/s200/angie's+pictures+147.jpg" border="0" /></a> I chose to do my devotions outside after breakfast.<br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWz7oG7euUEyDflir0R-lZI3-Wgiq1iTBq4-NRiJBg_7Hr9c7rNYp8S4U90JdEz2fkeD_6HmLUa5hDSOBQQH5HNIMCEXkDnUdPfa-5-QtLl4xRSCQ20bbyiTC-UOWMf-3xat6KDAwoAIo/s1600-h/angie's+pictures+149.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340162219408243394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWz7oG7euUEyDflir0R-lZI3-Wgiq1iTBq4-NRiJBg_7Hr9c7rNYp8S4U90JdEz2fkeD_6HmLUa5hDSOBQQH5HNIMCEXkDnUdPfa-5-QtLl4xRSCQ20bbyiTC-UOWMf-3xat6KDAwoAIo/s200/angie's+pictures+149.jpg" border="0" /></a> Starting to feel more raindrops!</div><div> </div><div align="left">The rain seem to be just enough to dampen our plans to visit the Grandfather Mountain Mile High swinging bridge. We wanted to make sure that we went to the bridge on a day that was very clear and sunny so that Rachael could see the beauty of the mountain. We decided to wait and see if the weather would clear on Monday and just spend our Sunday with family. We met Nick and Melissa in Boone and toured Melissa's Alma Mater, ASU.<br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiefjIfzCdgDRRq1VnGZvgZdmDsN0fCsF5RJ2X7CIYZAGJicgiVFK8aBg6UAm5iA4PT6tiP-nfR44A9pdPwbASHmfhQkYKveiZd4WtRCytY_H-W2yKU3-h_98J-vTR322MonwY8lpLvJ-M/s1600-h/angie's+pictures+179.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340162212141807650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiefjIfzCdgDRRq1VnGZvgZdmDsN0fCsF5RJ2X7CIYZAGJicgiVFK8aBg6UAm5iA4PT6tiP-nfR44A9pdPwbASHmfhQkYKveiZd4WtRCytY_H-W2yKU3-h_98J-vTR322MonwY8lpLvJ-M/s200/angie's+pictures+179.jpg" border="0" /></a> Me, Rachael, Nick (step-son) and Melissa, (Nick's girlfriend) standing in front of the founder's bell at Appalachian State University. The inscription on the wall states that students believe if they rub the bell before going in to take exams, they will do well on them.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibSQn4W8OGFsQ7Cn9zqHQcUPD3n0JUDHJRW8GumtTT50-26HC4Z2dJpWBLCsR9fGiYbv8bTsmvBMi-X4yINLkBopSJUh0KXtsu6qdFgOr8R-7RYtSmM6oUQQ2LKvxhx5EYkyNiQBz5nuQ/s1600-h/angie's+pictures+185.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340162210435453730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibSQn4W8OGFsQ7Cn9zqHQcUPD3n0JUDHJRW8GumtTT50-26HC4Z2dJpWBLCsR9fGiYbv8bTsmvBMi-X4yINLkBopSJUh0KXtsu6qdFgOr8R-7RYtSmM6oUQQ2LKvxhx5EYkyNiQBz5nuQ/s200/angie's+pictures+185.jpg" border="0" /></a> Nick, Melissa, Rachael and me standing in front of the "Rock".</div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUTxjQsZQ9QnecGhXJFQiTykb0uQmdYrTqI9zvuoka1BU_TQkCzJ3JnxmbpnVaXQiajC1kcdCABChYLTJhctd-A7YGOMV0IAWKgwY3hGFdLEZneL27dqAFjecBkifcZVAF25BQkxfhGss/s1600-h/angie's+pictures+191.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340162201370576210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUTxjQsZQ9QnecGhXJFQiTykb0uQmdYrTqI9zvuoka1BU_TQkCzJ3JnxmbpnVaXQiajC1kcdCABChYLTJhctd-A7YGOMV0IAWKgwY3hGFdLEZneL27dqAFjecBkifcZVAF25BQkxfhGss/s200/angie's+pictures+191.jpg" border="0" /></a> Go Mountaineers!<br /></div><div align="left">We left campus and went to the Farmers Hardware and The Mercantile Store. Great places to visit and each one has a candy barn. Rachael and I took a rest while Jimmy, Nick, and Melissa went inside the Mercantile Store.</div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7MeQQjz2iEZqQTkxocByZreo_cdl4va7ezRTaRTrtMCrgDAJ7iCIlFSA9-02BySstC5wa6c06UldxcXUZkc4uVUcvRIAUcXMhKy6jioSBKo_nhdrcSCZ5sBPSJhiarXVzxzXM_h34yZw/s1600-h/angie's+pictures+200.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340161172690059090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7MeQQjz2iEZqQTkxocByZreo_cdl4va7ezRTaRTrtMCrgDAJ7iCIlFSA9-02BySstC5wa6c06UldxcXUZkc4uVUcvRIAUcXMhKy6jioSBKo_nhdrcSCZ5sBPSJhiarXVzxzXM_h34yZw/s200/angie's+pictures+200.jpg" border="0" /></a> Me and Rachael decided to "people watch"</div><div> </div><div align="left">Nick and Melissa took us to Cafe Portafino's in downtown Boone and it was great. I had something called a Spicy Sirloin Penni and it was delicious! I will have to try to make this at home. We enjoyed our time with Nick and Melissa and later wished them a safe trip home and we headed back to camp.<br /></div><div align="left">Rachael wanted to spend the remainder of the day fishing. She loves to fish and we had a great time watching her. Its nice to see a teenager enjoy being with her parents.</div><div align="left"> </div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmVKxf4jg0V_q5biDuMIfeqHYc9qP7M9p6p_N6hZ6UCc_4bZT8X0RDy7Z2WFim8_6pWL9ASMEupZcPuxpxqHPZ2CKkrGeQaTv1YiJN-VfvJiuyGgh9PDPfa3DtC2Edslfc13cBva-DRh8/s1600-h/angie's+pictures+205.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340161172311877874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmVKxf4jg0V_q5biDuMIfeqHYc9qP7M9p6p_N6hZ6UCc_4bZT8X0RDy7Z2WFim8_6pWL9ASMEupZcPuxpxqHPZ2CKkrGeQaTv1YiJN-VfvJiuyGgh9PDPfa3DtC2Edslfc13cBva-DRh8/s200/angie's+pictures+205.jpg" border="0" /></a>She caught a trout within 15 minutes of trying.<br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEih5v12vDQtqlrk6cfptAenVvoEX5f1pfRuj4N5kLxG277nyjkFvfZxqWBLH2BqMpWKGpuOfr0kC-to7Iux_VfuX_FV9f_Qecu4_j56XlK2lAEFJd6AeufzkhsmUVT2-fN8OwEJ4wqYUNk/s1600-h/angie's+pictures+206.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340161164957873090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEih5v12vDQtqlrk6cfptAenVvoEX5f1pfRuj4N5kLxG277nyjkFvfZxqWBLH2BqMpWKGpuOfr0kC-to7Iux_VfuX_FV9f_Qecu4_j56XlK2lAEFJd6AeufzkhsmUVT2-fN8OwEJ4wqYUNk/s200/angie's+pictures+206.jpg" border="0" /></a> She is very proud of "her catch"<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXTfPfh286CtFOlUATOoKjwioCbSJJ2RAsASnlBgQUFPys68kBIn9PG91i-_hXCiByxEAfu24vk_zz5bUxcmKDzZgCtOMNLWi7gCGfJA0msoZZR6V6fbmJFxeGNC1g_UqvuV0G8roTN68/s1600-h/angie's+pictures+207.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340161163080936130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXTfPfh286CtFOlUATOoKjwioCbSJJ2RAsASnlBgQUFPys68kBIn9PG91i-_hXCiByxEAfu24vk_zz5bUxcmKDzZgCtOMNLWi7gCGfJA0msoZZR6V6fbmJFxeGNC1g_UqvuV0G8roTN68/s200/angie's+pictures+207.jpg" border="0" /></a>She let him go. Said he needed to get bigger before we could eat him.</div><div> </div><div align="left">We woke up on Monday to rain again! We made the decision to pack up and head home instead of trying to visit the Mountain. We are going to visit again soon and make sure Rachael gets to see the Mile High Bridge. We had a wonderful trip in spite of the rain and enjoyed our time together as a family. We have learned some lessons from this "tent camping" that will help us on our next trip. (yes, we decided we do enjoy camping and will go again.)<br /></div></div><br /></div>Angie Tullockhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01522223103534377666noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1725090989263762852.post-41088547321353557422009-05-21T11:38:00.002-04:002009-05-21T12:26:31.651-04:00QUICK NOTEMAY 21, 2009<br /><br /><br /><br />Just giving a quick update to blog followers. Jimmy's mother was released from the hospital this past Tuesday and is at home recuperating. She is doing really well and walking each day. This has been a burden lifted from everyone and we appreciate all the prayers. Please continue to pray for her as she is facing an additional surgery to place stints in her neck in 6 months.<br /><br /><br /><br />Rachael is finishing up exams and the end of the school year is almost over. Her last day will be tomorrow and she is singing with 3 other young ladies for graduation Friday night. I am going to make sure I video her this time and maybe can even place it on the blog next week.<br /><br /><br /><br />We are heading out of town on Saturday. We are going camping at Grandfather Mountain. I will take some pictures and post them also. We are excited about spending some time together as a family and exploring Grandfather Mountain and other areas.<br /><br /><br /><br />Weigh in was much better this week and I truly feel I am back on track. I lost 6.6 lbs so I was really excited. I have seen the fruits of prayers and I feel very blessed. Please pray for me to continue to have strength as I still have more pounds to lose.<br /><br /><br /><br />The baccalaureate service was awesome last night. The message that Daniel Hawtree brought was "dead-on" and should have spoke to everyone in the church. It gave me a real desire to pray for my children daily but also know I cannot give up on any of them. I pray for my children but sometimes I allow other things to draw my attention from really getting on my face before God and being persistent, never giving up.<br /><br /><br /><br />Quick recipe as I have let this fall to the wayside.<br /><br /><div align="center"><strong>Chicken Parmigiana</strong></div><div align="center"><strong></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong>1 spray olive oil cooking spray</strong></div><div align="center"><strong>1 pound uncooked boneless ,skinless chicken breast, thinly pounded, 4 (4 oz. pieces)</strong></div><div align="center"><strong>2 large egg whites, lightly beaten</strong></div><div align="center"><strong>1/2 cup dried bread crumbs</strong></div><div align="center"><strong>1 tbsp Italian seasoning</strong></div><div align="center"><strong>1/2 tsp salt</strong></div><div align="center"><strong>1 tsp olive oil</strong></div><div align="center"><strong>1 1/2 cup(s) canned tomato sauce</strong></div><div align="center"><strong>1/2 cup part skim mozzarella cheese, shredded</strong></div><div align="center"><strong>1 tbsp grated Parmesan cheese</strong></div><div align="center"><strong></strong> </div><div align="left">Directions: Preheat oven to 350 degrees. Coat an 8-inch square pan with cooking spray.</div><div align="left">Place egg whites in a shallow bowl. Combine bread crumbs with Italian seasoning and salt. </div><div align="left">Pour into another shallow bowl. Dip chicken in egg whites; turn to coat. Dip chicken in bread crumbs mixture. Turn to thoroughly coat.</div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left">Coat a large skillet with cooking spray and add oil; heat over medium high heat. When hot, add chicken and cook until lightly brown and no longer pink in center, about 4 minutes per side.</div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left">Pour 1/2 cup of sauce in baking dish. Place chicken in baking dish and pour remaining sauce evenly over chicken. Sprinkle with cheeses and bake until chicken is cooked through and cheese is bubbly, about 25 minutes.</div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left">Number of servings: 4 Points per serving: 5</div><div align="left">Helpful Hint: I added 1 tsp of garlic and basil to my sauce just to add some more flavor.</div>Angie Tullockhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01522223103534377666noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1725090989263762852.post-33456475016899887022009-05-13T13:59:00.002-04:002009-05-13T14:39:20.500-04:00THIS AND THAT...MAY 13, 2009<br /><br />As we all do sometimes, I have not been blogging as much. Not anywhere near my 100th blog, (Kim and Heather), just around 58th blog. We've had a busy household with many eventful things happening in the last couple of weeks so I'll try and catch everyone up.<br /><br />On May 3rd, Jimmy's mother suffered a heart attack while in route to church. Her husband, Jimmy Sr. took her to the hospital and on Monday the 4th, they did a heart cauterization. It showed 4 blockages in her heart and they scheduled surgery for Tuesday the 5th. We all gathered on that Tuesday morning to pray with her and Dr. Duncan cancelled the surgery. They discovered that Ma Maw had 3 more blockages in the veins in her neck. Dr. Duncan wanted to do some further test before doing open heart surgery. So, on Wednesday morning the 6th, we all gathered back over to her room and Dr. Duncan told us he was going to go ahead and do the open heart surgery that morning and wait 6 to 8 months and put stints in the blockages in her neck. She did really well through the surgery and is still in the hospital recuperating. She has suffered some setbacks due to diabetes and irregular heartbeat and this morning was taken back to the operating room to have her heart shocked back into rhythm. We are praying that she will be able to come home in the next few days. <br /><br />We have been doing a lot of commuting back and forth from the hospital and it has been tiresome but I know Ma maw has appreciated each and every visit. She has been in good spirits but really wants to go home. There truly is "no place like home."<br /><br />On May 8th, I was preparing to leave my work a little early to travel to Charlotte for the State Softball Play-offs. As I was walking back into work from the employee parking lot, I tripped over a concrete parking stop and propelled myself forward, landing directly on my left forehead, striking my nose directly on the pavement. This hurt. I have never suffered any sort of trauma to my face and was totally not prepared for the amount of pain I would be in. I was bleeding badly from my nose and some bleeding from my forehead. I was disoriented and trying to get my wits about me when one of my co-workers exited the building and saw me. She immediately called for assistance and I was helped to a chair inside the building where an ice pack was placed on my nose and left side of my face. I was taken to a nearby urgent care where it was determined that I had suffered a mild concussion and non-displaced nasal fracture. In short, I broke my nose! I did not really care about what I had broken, I just wanted something for pain. I was given a shot of Toradol in my hip and within 30 minutes, the pain eased off. I am feeling better although I am still suffering from some pretty intense headaches. They come and go and I never know what will trigger them. They are always behind my eyes and feels like sinus pressure. I went back for a follow up visit yesterday afternoon and the doctor told me I may suffer from the headaches for months to come. (I pray not) Because of the location of the break in my nose, they will not attempt to set it, but x-ray again next week. They seem to think it will heal on its own but if not, they will refer me to another doctor. It really doesn't hurt as long as I don't touch it. I'm am healing quite well and the bruising is mainly centered around the left eye. I have been able to conceal it quite well with make up and was even told Sunday morning at church that I looked great to have broken my nose.<br /><br />We went ahead and had Kelli's birthday party/cook-out on Saturday the 9th and had a good time of fellowship. There were about 20 of us that gathered at the house and even though the rain came in and kept us inside, we still managed to enjoy the evening with fun and games.<br /><br />Mother's Day was quite. We made visits to each of our mothers and also tried to chip out some time for our own children. Nick and Kelli came by and brought me some gifts and cards which I greatly appreciate. I love Target gift cards and Contemporary Christian music CD's. Rachael gave me a beautiful card and apologized for not being more prepared. I have to admit, I was not too happy with my husband on Sunday. He seem to overlook the day and by lunch was give out. I've since had to recognize that we all have been under a lot of pressure with different events occurring in our home and that it is not about the gifts but what's truly in the heart. <br />I know Jimmy loves me and I know Rachael loves me. They just fall short sometimes in showing it to my specifications. Did you get that? To my specifications....(sometimes we tend to think it is all about me) I had to realize that Mother's Day doesn't make it my day but a day to celebrate all mothers. If I would have focused more on my mother and Jimmy's mother, I would not have been so focused on me. Anyway, lesson learned, forgiveness given, and all is well.<br /><br />My weight. Lets talk about the weight. I did not attend last week's meeting because we were at the hospital and I never found the time to attend any other meeting for the week...excuses, excuses...excuses...(now I know where my daughter gets this from). I have gained. I have not been faithful to my tracking, exercise, or eating. I am up 5 lbs and now must get back up and get busy. No more excuses, just do it! <br /><br />Having said all this, pray for us. Pray that God will continue to strengthen Jimmy's mother and she will be able to go home. Pray for my nose and headaches. Pray for strength for Jimmy and I to continue our journey to better health. Pray for Rachael. (exams next week) and pray for each other. We all desire and need each others prayers.Angie Tullockhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01522223103534377666noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1725090989263762852.post-85886213165286082342009-05-07T15:40:00.004-04:002009-05-07T16:33:37.736-04:00HAPPY BIRTHDAY KELLIMay 07, 2009<br /><br />Happy Birthday Kelli! You turned 24 years old today. We are so blessed to have you in our lives and we love you very much! It has been my honor to call you my stepdaughter for 18 years now and I still remember the day I met you. Your dad and I had been dating for well over 6 months and he thought it was time for me to meet you and Nick. We came and picked you up from your grandmother's house and took you for ice cream. You were so shy and timid. You hardly spoke 2 words the entire time, but I knew you were definitely "sizing me up." You were making sure that I was the "real deal" and "good enough" for your dad. <br /><br />I am so proud of the young lady you have become and I have enjoyed being a part of your life for the last 18 years. I look forward to many more years to come and want to see God move in your life. I pray for you each morning and night. I hope you know how much your dad and I desire to see you serve God faithfully. We are still praying for you. You are loved so very much!<br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbzdukUwovFFmJeQQ_mwvvKYhQydbCSDnRGFy3wxn8O53HCviKTvFYaFqBrMqxt2QiHZ886C9-Ao_DCKSTqFFI8C_dHwKQBwPg4C2t9aDbKx1GfzMTCaDEIDZXFc_vR0CjuSRxJBnx3ng/s1600-h/kelli.2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333179265903348546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 119px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbzdukUwovFFmJeQQ_mwvvKYhQydbCSDnRGFy3wxn8O53HCviKTvFYaFqBrMqxt2QiHZ886C9-Ao_DCKSTqFFI8C_dHwKQBwPg4C2t9aDbKx1GfzMTCaDEIDZXFc_vR0CjuSRxJBnx3ng/s200/kelli.2.jpg" border="0" /></a>Kelli Michelle Tullock </div><div align="center">Born: May 07,1985<br /></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="left">Your sissy saids hello and HAPPY BIRTHDAY! She is looking forward to your Birthday Party on Saturday evening at the house. We look forward to seeing you! We love you Bunches!!<br /></div>Angie Tullockhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01522223103534377666noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1725090989263762852.post-46663879038625466382009-04-30T09:21:00.010-04:002009-04-30T11:10:58.942-04:00HAPPY BIRTHDAYAPRIL 30, 2009<br /><br /><br />Today is a filled with mixed emotions. Today, my father would have turned 71 years old. Its hard to believe a year has passed come May 5, 2009 that he went to be with the Lord. That too, has been a struggle with me. My father wasn't showing much of a life lived for Christ when he passed away, and I struggled spiritually with the question of "was he truly saved?" I read and studied much scripture and still no peace came. I prayed and asked others to pray with me. I could not come to complete peace and it kept me broken on the inside for many months after his death. One night, Jimmy and I sat and talked for the longest time and Jimmy placed a lot of clarity in the situation when he looked at me and asked, "are you living your life without sin?" "Does sin make you unsaved?" He said, "Angie, we all sin but it does not make us unsaved. If we have asked Christ to come into our heart, and asked forgiveness of our sins and have faith that he has truly saved us, then we are saved, never to be plucked from his hand. John 10:28 And I give unto them eternal life; and they shall never perish, neither shall any man pluck them out of my hand. Romans 10:9 That if thou shalt confess with thy mouth the Lord Jesus, and shalt believe in thine heart that God hath raised him from the dead, thou shalt be saved. He then told me that he truly believed my father was saved and knew the Lord as his personal savior. He had asked my dad many times and you could not shake his faith.<br /><br />My pastor confirmed this also and said even the week before my dad had passed away, T.W. Bailey had visited with him in the hospital and asked him about his salvation. My dad even then, confirmed his salvation with T.W. Pastor then said something that profoundly has stuck with me. He said he believed my father knew the Lord because in the time that he had known my dad, he did not know of a person that suffered more problems than my dad and that God's word clearly tells us that he will chasten his children. This was so true. My father was constantly struggling with either his health, car wrecks, trouble with family, trouble with friends, and even trouble with the law. God did give me complete peace over the months following my dad's death and I tell people now that I believe the Lord decided that my dad would better serve the Kingdom if he just came home. God freed him from struggling with his flesh any longer.<br /><br />Hebrews Chapter 12:6 For whom the Lord loveth, he chasteneth, and scourgeth every son whom he receiveth.<br /><br />Today is also my nephews birthday. My brother's oldest son, Luke, turns 13 today and shares this day with my dad. We called him this morning and wished him a very Happy Birthday. He told us that he had received a surfboard for his birthday. What better place to surf than Florida. They live very close to lots of waves at West Palm Beach so I am sure he will get much enjoyment from his board.<br /><br />Yesterday was my brother's birthday and he turned 45. We wished him a Happy Birthday as well and he said his day had been very eventful. Apparently the administration of the school where he works sent out a bunch of emails and text so that the christian school which has an enrollment of close to 1000 students would know it was his birthday. He said that his day was filled with many interruptions and fun! His only regret was that he did not get much work done. (you have to know my brother, he definitely borders being a workaholic)<br /><br />And also on the 20th of this month was my brother's middle son, Isaac's birthday. He turned 11 and we spoke with him this morning. I try and make one call and wish all birthdays for the month of April in the one phone call. Poor little Caleb, the youngest son of my brother is the August birthday but that can be a blessing as well. He stands out alone in his birthday month with his family!<br /><br />Memories:<br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmRZh0xiDoKLXsTH_FF4NIhq-KpWHR9-NamDKIcR9Kg1ebIAdIz7RsOMCzMGgYtX5_I2NntG6kv6KbAuwNkDcqXM5R3vxsLERtDqFFx0QSisxeC5tHcgS8kFj484AijHuVRqBBF0CX3nM/s1600-h/florida+fishing+trip.1.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330489824280071954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 152px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmRZh0xiDoKLXsTH_FF4NIhq-KpWHR9-NamDKIcR9Kg1ebIAdIz7RsOMCzMGgYtX5_I2NntG6kv6KbAuwNkDcqXM5R3vxsLERtDqFFx0QSisxeC5tHcgS8kFj484AijHuVRqBBF0CX3nM/s200/florida+fishing+trip.1.JPG" border="0" /></a> fishing trip to Florida (look at how young our Rachael is) </div><div align="center">back row: left to right. Paul, Dad, Jimmy</div><div align="center">front row: Caleb, Rachael, Luke and Isaac<br /></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1XFl9YNDk0vYStoRGXiTGXBNPHmremMfvZiQIg_n6bDg3E5cQ4jt7KocFe57tkuqz6pr9Dp1xFtwcvjJA9kLNyixwkLEdQ_h2HDL2ZKXPKSjbOsZjFhn7Pyq_qD8ldV6NsLsx6EiKNYU/s1600-h/dad.3.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330488798769794466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1XFl9YNDk0vYStoRGXiTGXBNPHmremMfvZiQIg_n6bDg3E5cQ4jt7KocFe57tkuqz6pr9Dp1xFtwcvjJA9kLNyixwkLEdQ_h2HDL2ZKXPKSjbOsZjFhn7Pyq_qD8ldV6NsLsx6EiKNYU/s200/dad.3.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><div align="center">HOWARD TERRY SELLERS </div><div align="center">04/30/1938 to 05/05/2008</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left">I did not make my 55 lb goal this week. I maintained and that's okay. I actually lost .2 lbs but I don't consider that a loss. I am struggling with some health issues and have been unable to exercise so pray for me and hopefully I will meet my goal next week. I refuse to give up. I will post a recipe later in the week.<br /><br /></div><div align="center"></div>Angie Tullockhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01522223103534377666noreply@blogger.com2