<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8442871277846284121</id><updated>2012-02-16T21:42:33.872-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hand in Hand</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trishbegley.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442871277846284121/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trishbegley.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442871277846284121/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Trish Begley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02715896341360702234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jl3qlckl9LM/SSAVHzCP2vI/AAAAAAAAAFY/WT736pVMn20/S220/Dave_Trish.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>117</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8442871277846284121.post-3193061182077620438</id><published>2009-08-24T15:28:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T15:37:42.288-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Prayer Requests</title><content type='html'>Part of our small group activity with the X-Kidz this Sunday involved them jotting down each other's prayer requests.  The intention was to gather them and then have a prayer for each one's respective request.  However, as it sometimes goes, we ran out of time and most of the kids took their lists with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, my plea to everyone reading this is to please say a prayer for whatever and whomever the kids had put on their list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(We will also revisit their prayer requests next week during worship time.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8442871277846284121-3193061182077620438?l=trishbegley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trishbegley.blogspot.com/feeds/3193061182077620438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8442871277846284121&amp;postID=3193061182077620438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442871277846284121/posts/default/3193061182077620438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442871277846284121/posts/default/3193061182077620438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trishbegley.blogspot.com/2009/08/prayer-requests.html' title='Prayer Requests'/><author><name>Trish Begley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02715896341360702234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jl3qlckl9LM/SSAVHzCP2vI/AAAAAAAAAFY/WT736pVMn20/S220/Dave_Trish.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8442871277846284121.post-1457532866108556870</id><published>2009-08-20T12:26:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T12:27:53.403-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"It Couldn't Be Done"</title><content type='html'>Somebody said that it couldn't be done,&lt;br /&gt;But he with a chuckle replied&lt;br /&gt;That "maybe it couldn't," but he would be one&lt;br /&gt;Who wouldn't say so till he'd tried.&lt;br /&gt;So he buckled right in with the trace of a grin&lt;br /&gt;On his face. If he worried he hid it.&lt;br /&gt;He started to sing as he tackled the thing&lt;br /&gt;That couldn't be done, and he did it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somebody scoffed: "Oh, you'll never do that;&lt;br /&gt;At least no one ever has done it";&lt;br /&gt;But he took off his coat and he took off his hat,&lt;br /&gt;And the first thing we knew he'd begun it.&lt;br /&gt;With a lift of his chin and a bit of a grin,&lt;br /&gt;Without any doubting or quiddit,&lt;br /&gt;He started to sing as he tackled the thing&lt;br /&gt;That couldn't be done, and he did it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are thousands to tell you it cannot be done,&lt;br /&gt;There are thousands to prophesy failure;&lt;br /&gt;There are thousands to point out to you, one by one,&lt;br /&gt;The dangers that wait to assail you.&lt;br /&gt;But just buckle in with a bit of a grin,&lt;br /&gt;Just take off your coat and go to it;&lt;br /&gt;Just start to sing as you tackle the thing&lt;br /&gt;That "cannot be done," and you'll do it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edgar A. Guest&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8442871277846284121-1457532866108556870?l=trishbegley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trishbegley.blogspot.com/feeds/1457532866108556870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8442871277846284121&amp;postID=1457532866108556870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442871277846284121/posts/default/1457532866108556870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442871277846284121/posts/default/1457532866108556870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trishbegley.blogspot.com/2009/08/it-couldnt-be-done.html' title='&quot;It Couldn&apos;t Be Done&quot;'/><author><name>Trish Begley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02715896341360702234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jl3qlckl9LM/SSAVHzCP2vI/AAAAAAAAAFY/WT736pVMn20/S220/Dave_Trish.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8442871277846284121.post-6443399071370822262</id><published>2009-08-03T12:06:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T12:29:16.891-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mine! Mine! Mine!</title><content type='html'>A couple of Sundays ago, this was the topic in our children's worship service:  Operation Mine! Mine! Mine!  It was awesome!  (Jealous???)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Totally unrelated, I play this game with other kids sometimes, they want a bite, or a drink, or a chip.  I grab the item and tell them Mine! Mine! Mine!  And then, of course, give them whatever it is they wanted and we laugh and have some fun with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, WOW, those three words are resounding aren't they?  Kind of, sort of, sounds like... &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me! Me! Me!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few years ago, when I began really seeking what it was to be a Christian, someone gave me some advice that was life changing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was searching, seeking, walking around with all this inner turmoil, visiting churches (living in Virginia then) and just couldn't find one that suited me.  I was coming home and weighing out what I liked, what I didn't like, etc.  Who was nice to me, who gave me weird looks, what songs did they sing, how many pamphlets did I get, etc.  I was really concerned about what I was going to get out of it all.  I wanted and needed to be somewhere that gave me something to look forward to, moral and emotional support.  I wanted to walk out of that building feeling lifted up.  We've all been there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then, someone said to me:  &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Maybe you should stop worrying so much about what you're going to get and think about what you can give.  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I heeded that advice, my life has not been the same.  I am so thankful that I can worship at Axiom Church and leave feeling fulfilled - I can listen and absorb the messages each week, fellowhip with others, laugh and cut up with the kids.  But I wholly believe that that feeling of being fulfilled is because my focus is not on what all I can get, but what I have been graciously given and in return can share with others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That feeling still creeps and crawls in every now and again - "what about me?"  But, I just have to kick it to the side and remind myself that it's not about me.  It never was and it never will be.  All the Glory to God.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8442871277846284121-6443399071370822262?l=trishbegley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trishbegley.blogspot.com/feeds/6443399071370822262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8442871277846284121&amp;postID=6443399071370822262' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442871277846284121/posts/default/6443399071370822262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442871277846284121/posts/default/6443399071370822262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trishbegley.blogspot.com/2009/08/mine-mine-mine.html' title='Mine! Mine! Mine!'/><author><name>Trish Begley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02715896341360702234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jl3qlckl9LM/SSAVHzCP2vI/AAAAAAAAAFY/WT736pVMn20/S220/Dave_Trish.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8442871277846284121.post-1795239725767252611</id><published>2009-07-27T12:05:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T13:08:14.477-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Disturbing the Peace</title><content type='html'>Last night a group from Axiom church, including my family, went for a walk in our neighborhood.  On the way there, we saw people lounging and grilling in their driveways and in the park area - children riding bikes, motorized toys, skateboards - three little girls practically ran us over twice on the sidewalk!  There were other people practicing their best fishing pole cast...  In this particular section of our neighborhood - it was downright rowdy!  They were all having a great time but honestly, I was on guard for the next screeching foot-powered Razor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why were we there?  To say Thank You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Axiom sponsored the Backyard Bible Club VBS last week (with the help of an incredible group of teens and adults from Georgia), they set up in our neighborhood's common area.  We had called the HOA but no return call from them so we went ahead with the plans.  And wouldn't you know, someone didn't like the children learning about God right there in the open! So, they came over, with some kind of HOA "authority" and told everyone they had to leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why did they have to leave?  No permission?  Well, that's what they said at first.  But then, we found out last night, that this person of "authority" said that we were "disturbing the peace."  Eh..Come again??  See first paragraph...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, in the middle of total chaos, we were able to say Thank you, make some introductions, invitations, and share the Lord with the couple and their children who blessed our VBS by letting us use their yard instead.  They have three children and were very adamant that nobody was going to take away their kids' learning and fun (yep, they saw it not only as learning about God, but FUN!)  The mother said her son came home in tears saying that they got "kicked out."  She wouldn't stand for that.  She stood for God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, if that person of "authority" - the one who accused us of disturbing the peace could read this, I would simple say this:  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're showing the way to peace.  And it's a sweet ride.  All Aboard!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8442871277846284121-1795239725767252611?l=trishbegley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trishbegley.blogspot.com/feeds/1795239725767252611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8442871277846284121&amp;postID=1795239725767252611' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442871277846284121/posts/default/1795239725767252611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442871277846284121/posts/default/1795239725767252611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trishbegley.blogspot.com/2009/07/disturbing-peace.html' title='Disturbing the Peace'/><author><name>Trish Begley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02715896341360702234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jl3qlckl9LM/SSAVHzCP2vI/AAAAAAAAAFY/WT736pVMn20/S220/Dave_Trish.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8442871277846284121.post-658715123571928978</id><published>2009-06-16T07:46:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T07:56:53.999-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Just when you think you can't possibly go any longer...</title><content type='html'>...you find yourself surrounded by others so inspiring that without even realzing it, your energy level bursts into overdrive!  Our church family - and you all are really our family - is incredible on a level that is beyond expectations.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been feeling beyond exhausted, internally exhausted from the move, meds, work, etc., seeking sleep and rest in any corner at any time I can find it.  But somehow working at church last night was relaxing, rejuvenating, and exhilerating.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's abso-tively a God thing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8442871277846284121-658715123571928978?l=trishbegley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trishbegley.blogspot.com/feeds/658715123571928978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8442871277846284121&amp;postID=658715123571928978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442871277846284121/posts/default/658715123571928978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442871277846284121/posts/default/658715123571928978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trishbegley.blogspot.com/2009/06/just-when-you-think-you-cant-possibly.html' title='Just when you think you can&apos;t possibly go any longer...'/><author><name>Trish Begley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02715896341360702234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jl3qlckl9LM/SSAVHzCP2vI/AAAAAAAAAFY/WT736pVMn20/S220/Dave_Trish.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8442871277846284121.post-7439958803468318285</id><published>2009-06-09T08:51:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T09:06:43.868-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Aftershocks</title><content type='html'>Physcially moving this past weekend was the smoothest transition I have experienced.  Pastor Ray and his whole family came (he even drove the big scary Uhaul truck so I wouldn't have to...) along with don't-know-when-he-ever-stops-to-take-a-break-Jared and Dave's aunt and uncle, Danny and Wendy (our fave relatives.)  Even with all the stress of the riduculous landlord, it was unbelievably awesome.  Wendy said "don't worry, we're here with you guys to the end" and they were! Blessings came in the size of these people.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At one point there were three pick-ups, two vans, two SUVs, one Uhaul, one car, and one panel truck sitting in our small cul de sac.  I bet even the neigbors were impressed (and hopefully not too annoyed...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, the aftershocks:  Can't find shoes, clothes, soap, where to put the dishes, groceries, putting together the beds, desks, etc.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No big complaints though.  We love our new home and thank God for providing this home and our beloved friends and family.  We love all of you and thank you for everything.  One big grill-out coming soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8442871277846284121-7439958803468318285?l=trishbegley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trishbegley.blogspot.com/feeds/7439958803468318285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8442871277846284121&amp;postID=7439958803468318285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442871277846284121/posts/default/7439958803468318285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442871277846284121/posts/default/7439958803468318285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trishbegley.blogspot.com/2009/06/aftershocks.html' title='Aftershocks'/><author><name>Trish Begley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02715896341360702234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jl3qlckl9LM/SSAVHzCP2vI/AAAAAAAAAFY/WT736pVMn20/S220/Dave_Trish.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8442871277846284121.post-7663762832675302976</id><published>2009-05-26T11:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T11:12:45.024-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Proudest Moment</title><content type='html'>Those who know us know that we’re proud parents and quick to brag, even as one of the kids gives us a “I can’t believe you just said that” look.  But the proudest moments aren’t always about the winning, the prizes.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erin had a great weekend – she accomplished so much with her new horse that it was overwhelming.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, the proudest moment for me was after the shows were over.  There was an incident in the show ring where another rider/horse accidentally cut in front of Erin.  The other horse then kicked Erin’s horse causing her to rear resulting in Erin being thrown.  Thankfully, Erin knew what to do and she landed safely on her feet.  She got back on and then finished the class with a 3rd place ribbon.  The other girl was crying, another girl started crying, but they all finished the class.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the class was over, Erin was able to push past the anger and went to the other girl and hugged her, told her that she was fine, the horse was fine, that everyone was fine and that’s what was most important.  I stood back and watched our lovely young lady handle a situation with such maturity that I was awestruck.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was my proudest moment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8442871277846284121-7663762832675302976?l=trishbegley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trishbegley.blogspot.com/feeds/7663762832675302976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8442871277846284121&amp;postID=7663762832675302976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442871277846284121/posts/default/7663762832675302976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442871277846284121/posts/default/7663762832675302976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trishbegley.blogspot.com/2009/05/proudest-moment.html' title='The Proudest Moment'/><author><name>Trish Begley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02715896341360702234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jl3qlckl9LM/SSAVHzCP2vI/AAAAAAAAAFY/WT736pVMn20/S220/Dave_Trish.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8442871277846284121.post-5279154932653884850</id><published>2009-05-20T07:55:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T08:00:57.504-04:00</updated><title type='text'>On your mark - Get Set - GO!</title><content type='html'>Wow, what a week we are having.  It started with me making a list on Monday morning and wondering how in the world we were going to be able to fit it all in. Dave has extra evening activities. I have evening things. Erin has meetings, work, banquet, horse show, babysitting.  Andrew had job orientation, work.  And only one vehicle!  I need to get my car to the shop but I have yet to figure out when I can do that.  Maybe tonight will be the night...  Maybe, maybe not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8442871277846284121-5279154932653884850?l=trishbegley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trishbegley.blogspot.com/feeds/5279154932653884850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8442871277846284121&amp;postID=5279154932653884850' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442871277846284121/posts/default/5279154932653884850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442871277846284121/posts/default/5279154932653884850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trishbegley.blogspot.com/2009/05/on-your-mark-get-set-go.html' title='On your mark - Get Set - GO!'/><author><name>Trish Begley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02715896341360702234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jl3qlckl9LM/SSAVHzCP2vI/AAAAAAAAAFY/WT736pVMn20/S220/Dave_Trish.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8442871277846284121.post-1353515772308974925</id><published>2009-05-13T14:12:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T14:22:07.388-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Communication</title><content type='html'>Dave and I bent under pressure and have both created Facebook pages.  Actually, we were hearing about events after they happened and the response has been...oh, it was on Facebook...  There are so many means of communication but honestly, don't you think the best is still done with a smile you can really see and a hug you can really feel?  But, mass communication is the wave so we're riding it too.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny thing happened today is that I was reading the comics and one of my faves, Mutts, had a picture of a goldfish in a bowl looking one way with a puzzled look and then looking the other way in the next caption - both times to an empty room.  In the third frame he said "I need to get on Facebook."  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ain't it the truth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8442871277846284121-1353515772308974925?l=trishbegley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trishbegley.blogspot.com/feeds/1353515772308974925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8442871277846284121&amp;postID=1353515772308974925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442871277846284121/posts/default/1353515772308974925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442871277846284121/posts/default/1353515772308974925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trishbegley.blogspot.com/2009/05/communication.html' title='Communication'/><author><name>Trish Begley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02715896341360702234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jl3qlckl9LM/SSAVHzCP2vI/AAAAAAAAAFY/WT736pVMn20/S220/Dave_Trish.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8442871277846284121.post-3122793659230721360</id><published>2009-05-11T12:36:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T12:43:45.895-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"Zed, we have a bug."</title><content type='html'>No, not an alien cockroach - &lt;strong&gt;it's the "Craig's List" bug!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dave put an item for sale on Craig's List Saturday and within 5 minutes he had a buyer and then several other callers shortly thereafter.  Someone came to get it on Sunday right after church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the search is on for other items in our house that we don't need.  We might just be sitting on the floor to watch television if this gets too serious.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(btw, I'm marking all of the boxes that contain my old things with Dave's name instead, just in case...)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8442871277846284121-3122793659230721360?l=trishbegley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trishbegley.blogspot.com/feeds/3122793659230721360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8442871277846284121&amp;postID=3122793659230721360' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442871277846284121/posts/default/3122793659230721360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442871277846284121/posts/default/3122793659230721360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trishbegley.blogspot.com/2009/05/zed-we-have-bug.html' title='&quot;Zed, we have a bug.&quot;'/><author><name>Trish Begley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02715896341360702234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jl3qlckl9LM/SSAVHzCP2vI/AAAAAAAAAFY/WT736pVMn20/S220/Dave_Trish.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8442871277846284121.post-2576772709181501947</id><published>2009-05-07T12:51:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T13:22:01.120-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Stubborn, you bet!</title><content type='html'>It's no secret, at least in my household, that I can be stubborn.  My dad even used to call me "bullheaded" when I was a kid.  I would prefer to think of it as determined - the word stubborn just gives brings an ugly image.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately I have been on a roller coaster/merry-go-round with so many changes going on but I think I am finally getting a grip on some of it - well, I am making it through it.  I am DETERMINED to make it the rest of the way through like a racing champ - soaring through the finish line banner with arms in the air!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if you think about any race you have seen, the winner is soaking wet.  They didn't get there by just skipping and humming.  It took perseverance and lots of perspiration.  And people aren't always encouraging.  You have many who during your "race" are offering you a drink and yelling GO GO GO!! but you know there are some who would probably pull back the cup just as you reach for it.  (Full of metaphors today...you can thank Erin and her teacher.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My diabetic doctor's office called last week to give me the results of my first (let me emphasize &lt;strong&gt;FIRST&lt;/strong&gt;) screening since being diagnosed.  The asst says that my AC1 is 8.  I wanted to hoop and holler!  I went from 13 to 8 in two months which is from the top of the chart where you are in danger of losing organs to right above normal!  You know what she said?  "We'd like for it be lower."  Awww, that's like dropping the cup of water just as I reach for it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not going to get me down though.  All she did was set up the scene for me to work even harder.  I am DETERMINED to be a 6 by the next visit which is in 3 weeks.  I have begun running and doing even more exercises.  I'm up to half a mile steady running now!  Doesn't seem all that impressive putting it in writing but when I am running, a half-mile feels incredible!  And, I did find better fitting clothes so that I spare the neighbors of any unnecessary streaking.  =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8442871277846284121-2576772709181501947?l=trishbegley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trishbegley.blogspot.com/feeds/2576772709181501947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8442871277846284121&amp;postID=2576772709181501947' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442871277846284121/posts/default/2576772709181501947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442871277846284121/posts/default/2576772709181501947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trishbegley.blogspot.com/2009/05/stubborn-you-bet.html' title='Stubborn, you bet!'/><author><name>Trish Begley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02715896341360702234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jl3qlckl9LM/SSAVHzCP2vI/AAAAAAAAAFY/WT736pVMn20/S220/Dave_Trish.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8442871277846284121.post-2262841456029543927</id><published>2009-05-05T13:43:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T13:47:27.713-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"Look at that, Look at that"</title><content type='html'>Dave and I watched a country/western show this weekend and one of the songs reviewed was “The Streak” by Ray Stevens.  What a blast from the past!  One of the funniest songs I can remember.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of streaking…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part of my exercise routine is walking my dog and he loves it, of course.  If he hears anyone in the house say the word “Go,” he is at your feet wagging and ready to go wherever you are going.  And he'll go just as fast as you let him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last evening we were on our walk down the road when a rabbit popped up in the grass.  Copper took that as a sign to go even faster which took me off-guard and made me have to go even faster.  He ran, pulling me so hard and fast that all I could do was follow – laughing hysterically and calling out Whoa!.  Then…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I am glad we were in a section of the road where nobody else could see us because they would have seen more than expected!  I need a better belt  =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8442871277846284121-2262841456029543927?l=trishbegley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trishbegley.blogspot.com/feeds/2262841456029543927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8442871277846284121&amp;postID=2262841456029543927' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442871277846284121/posts/default/2262841456029543927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442871277846284121/posts/default/2262841456029543927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trishbegley.blogspot.com/2009/05/look-at-that-look-at-that.html' title='&quot;Look at that, Look at that&quot;'/><author><name>Trish Begley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02715896341360702234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jl3qlckl9LM/SSAVHzCP2vI/AAAAAAAAAFY/WT736pVMn20/S220/Dave_Trish.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8442871277846284121.post-8351969580573485688</id><published>2009-04-30T16:26:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T16:34:44.002-04:00</updated><title type='text'>New Family Member</title><content type='html'>Meet Grace.  Isn't she a cutie =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jl3qlckl9LM/SfoLQBnT90I/AAAAAAAAAHg/2mGjtHb4X0g/s1600-h/Grace+005+web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 247px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jl3qlckl9LM/SfoLQBnT90I/AAAAAAAAAHg/2mGjtHb4X0g/s320/Grace+005+web.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330585478885537602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8442871277846284121-8351969580573485688?l=trishbegley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trishbegley.blogspot.com/feeds/8351969580573485688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8442871277846284121&amp;postID=8351969580573485688' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442871277846284121/posts/default/8351969580573485688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442871277846284121/posts/default/8351969580573485688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trishbegley.blogspot.com/2009/04/new-family-member.html' title='New Family Member'/><author><name>Trish Begley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02715896341360702234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jl3qlckl9LM/SSAVHzCP2vI/AAAAAAAAAFY/WT736pVMn20/S220/Dave_Trish.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jl3qlckl9LM/SfoLQBnT90I/AAAAAAAAAHg/2mGjtHb4X0g/s72-c/Grace+005+web.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8442871277846284121.post-117184903603257425</id><published>2009-04-29T08:56:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T09:04:11.746-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Power of Prayer</title><content type='html'>Watch out!  We have been having a children's church time but that's about to evolve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John and I are working this to a whole new level of incredible - we're going for a whole new Axiom Children's Worship Service.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's going to be so grand that the kids won't want to leave and the adults will want to get in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please pray with us as we begin this endeavor.  It's going to be fantastic.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8442871277846284121-117184903603257425?l=trishbegley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trishbegley.blogspot.com/feeds/117184903603257425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8442871277846284121&amp;postID=117184903603257425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442871277846284121/posts/default/117184903603257425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442871277846284121/posts/default/117184903603257425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trishbegley.blogspot.com/2009/04/power-of-prayer.html' title='Power of Prayer'/><author><name>Trish Begley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02715896341360702234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jl3qlckl9LM/SSAVHzCP2vI/AAAAAAAAAFY/WT736pVMn20/S220/Dave_Trish.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8442871277846284121.post-2830082421376839020</id><published>2009-04-28T07:15:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T08:40:29.680-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Thankful</title><content type='html'>I have so much on my mind today.  If I tried to write it out long form, there would probably be about 15 paragraphs.  So here's my best attempt at an abridged version:  (Warning - It was pounded in my head to never generalize when I write so continue with caution.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  The Broken Road: Dave and I asked Mr. Chris Wall to sing this at our wedding because it really symbolized our journey to Jesus and then to each other.  Our journey continues and just keeps getting better - hand in hand.&lt;br /&gt;2.  My Husband is just simply awesome. Last night there was some worry in the house, nothing too traumatic, but Dave took the helm and prayed with Erin.  Twenty minutes later, the long-awaited phone call came and it was all good.  He couldn't love us more.  &lt;br /&gt;3.  We're proud of our daughter.  She knows who she is and what she wants and is willing to do what's necessary.  Letting her drive by herself was the hardest thing I have done yet with any of our kids but she is a good driver and I probably shouldn't worry so much.&lt;br /&gt;4.  Our boys are all such caring people.  They are sympathetic and loving and all have great smiles.  (Shhhh...they probably don't want anyone else to know this but it's true.)&lt;br /&gt;5.  I am excited about the new Children's Worship at Axiom.  Until now it's been a one-step at a time thing for me but John is now in the mix and has given me new energy and enthusiasm.  Bring on the world!  We're seeking prayer so please pray for us as we begin.&lt;br /&gt;6.  The message at church this week was really thought-provoking.  It was focused on the men but now the "drip, drip, drip" has become one of our newest cliches' and a fun way to express ourselves.  &lt;br /&gt;7.  I am thankful for my job.  It's not glamorous but I like it and it's something I can do well plus I have a manager who shows appreciation.  I work with a great team and most of them love to talk about the Lord and all His goodness.  We have unintentionally formed a prayer team.  When someone is struggling, there is someone else around who can give them comfort with a prayer.  It's cool knowing that they know I am available.  They are also a lot of fun.&lt;br /&gt;8.  I saw my writing mentor from college last week and she was very encouraging, wanting to know how publishing was coming.  She gave me some needed advice and a better attitude.  She is just too cool - Dr. Linda Walvoord.  Her children's books are incredible.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's so much more but too much for words right now.  I am so thankful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8442871277846284121-2830082421376839020?l=trishbegley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trishbegley.blogspot.com/feeds/2830082421376839020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8442871277846284121&amp;postID=2830082421376839020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442871277846284121/posts/default/2830082421376839020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442871277846284121/posts/default/2830082421376839020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trishbegley.blogspot.com/2009/04/thankful.html' title='Thankful'/><author><name>Trish Begley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02715896341360702234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jl3qlckl9LM/SSAVHzCP2vI/AAAAAAAAAFY/WT736pVMn20/S220/Dave_Trish.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8442871277846284121.post-1350176809309929215</id><published>2009-04-27T07:33:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T07:48:22.605-04:00</updated><title type='text'>No better way to end it</title><content type='html'>This weekend was a roller coaster ride for my family but I can't think of a better way for it to have to come to a close than it did.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our not-so-Small Group decided to meet at the park and grill some burgers and hotdogs.  The guys got to show off their grill-skills and the gals made sure everything was ready to serve.  The kids got to enjoy some serious running time at the playground and even managed to stay out of the water-soaked sand area (that was gross...)  And, I did notice a few people trying to inconspicuously listen to our discussions so I hope they were able to take home with them a few questions which will require them to seek answers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather was great.&lt;br /&gt;The food was great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the company was the best!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8442871277846284121-1350176809309929215?l=trishbegley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trishbegley.blogspot.com/feeds/1350176809309929215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8442871277846284121&amp;postID=1350176809309929215' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442871277846284121/posts/default/1350176809309929215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442871277846284121/posts/default/1350176809309929215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trishbegley.blogspot.com/2009/04/no-better-way-to-end-it.html' title='No better way to end it'/><author><name>Trish Begley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02715896341360702234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jl3qlckl9LM/SSAVHzCP2vI/AAAAAAAAAFY/WT736pVMn20/S220/Dave_Trish.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8442871277846284121.post-1365045522574467266</id><published>2009-04-23T12:57:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T13:04:05.469-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Things that make you smile</title><content type='html'>There are certain things that just make you smile.  One of those things for me – Ducks.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love ducks!  Especially mallard ducks.  When I was a kid, our ducks would wake me up in the morning – they all came up to the house and waited outside the gate for my papa to come out and feed them.  He would go out and they would follow him all the way to corncrib, waddling and quacking like crazy the whole way.  It was fantastic.    So, now when I see ducks, I can’t help but just smile at their pretty little faces.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have a cat, Riley, that tries this same wake-up technique.  He tries to make me get up to feed him earlier than I have to by meowing continuously at the door or the foot of the bed.   I eventually get up but intentionally give him the old fake-out by acting like I am going to the laundry room to feed him but then turn the other way and fix my coffee instead and then stare at him with a "uh-huh, who's the boss?" look. There’s some kind of strange satisfaction in this.  You would think I just ran over his tail by the way he hollers at me!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the most annoying thing of all is that when I do check his food bowl, there is still food in it from last night!   Why in the world was he hollering for food when he has food?  Yeah, I know why:  It’s that whole conspiracy thing. Sorry Riley – I simply like the dog more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8442871277846284121-1365045522574467266?l=trishbegley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trishbegley.blogspot.com/feeds/1365045522574467266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8442871277846284121&amp;postID=1365045522574467266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442871277846284121/posts/default/1365045522574467266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442871277846284121/posts/default/1365045522574467266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trishbegley.blogspot.com/2009/04/things-that-make-you-smile.html' title='Things that make you smile'/><author><name>Trish Begley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02715896341360702234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jl3qlckl9LM/SSAVHzCP2vI/AAAAAAAAAFY/WT736pVMn20/S220/Dave_Trish.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8442871277846284121.post-7185638405073121585</id><published>2009-04-20T12:18:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T12:31:24.551-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Not afraid to show it</title><content type='html'>Working with the children is simply a delight.  Sometimes I have the "I'm not ready for this" feeling on Sunday morning but it always works out of me 30 seconds into classtime.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week we had three children who were going to be baptized after service.  They were so ants-in-the-pants excited!  We talked about when Jesus was baptized, what it means to be baptized.  If anyone thinks that kids this age just aren't old enough to get-it, understand who Jesus is, they need to come and sit it with our class.  They have a better grip on Jesus and His glory than I think most adults do.  Adults have to reason too much.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These kids know it, feel it, and really live it.  And they are definitely not afraid to show it.  If I ask a question, there is normally more than one who is eager to share his/her answer.  Some have already been out in crowds inviting others to church - handing out our new Axiom cards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just so terrific and inspiring.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8442871277846284121-7185638405073121585?l=trishbegley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trishbegley.blogspot.com/feeds/7185638405073121585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8442871277846284121&amp;postID=7185638405073121585' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442871277846284121/posts/default/7185638405073121585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442871277846284121/posts/default/7185638405073121585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trishbegley.blogspot.com/2009/04/not-afraid-to-show-it.html' title='Not afraid to show it'/><author><name>Trish Begley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02715896341360702234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jl3qlckl9LM/SSAVHzCP2vI/AAAAAAAAAFY/WT736pVMn20/S220/Dave_Trish.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8442871277846284121.post-8482693988239572608</id><published>2009-04-13T07:23:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T10:54:46.498-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dare to be a Daniel</title><content type='html'>You know how a song gets stuck in your head?  You don't even realize that you're singing it over and over again until you start singing it outloud.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the children's worship songs that the kids want to sing every week, is "Dare to be a Daniel."  Which is, of course, referring to Daniel from the Old Testament who continued to pray even though he was ordered not to.  Like most kids' songs, it has a catchy melody so it sticks right there in the front.  I have been singing that in my head since yesterday morning.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning though, I really thought about the words.  The chorus goes like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dare to be a Daniel&lt;br /&gt;Dare to stand alone&lt;br /&gt;Dare to have a purpose firm&lt;br /&gt;Dare to make it known."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't this one of the most challenging parts of life?  Standing firm for what you believe?  We all know that it's especially difficult when you are young.  There are those who are outright trying to convince others to do something that they normally wouldn't do - and don't forget those who may appear more gentle but who are actually even more deceiving and cunning.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it can be even more challenging as an adult.  We have to "reason" things through, weigh everything out.  The more you think about something, the more the black n white becomes gray and then you question yourself.  Now, this is not saying that an open mind is a bad thing.  We are human so reasoning is what we do.  And we have to be open to change but its a sticky tricky dead-end path when you try to do this alone.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only definite way to know exactly how to proceed is to take it to God.  If you truly want to know - he'll provide the answer.  And as we all know, it may not be the answer we are seeking - but we have to be obedient. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dare to be a Daniel.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8442871277846284121-8482693988239572608?l=trishbegley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trishbegley.blogspot.com/feeds/8482693988239572608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8442871277846284121&amp;postID=8482693988239572608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442871277846284121/posts/default/8482693988239572608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442871277846284121/posts/default/8482693988239572608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trishbegley.blogspot.com/2009/04/dare-to-be-daniel.html' title='Dare to be a Daniel'/><author><name>Trish Begley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02715896341360702234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jl3qlckl9LM/SSAVHzCP2vI/AAAAAAAAAFY/WT736pVMn20/S220/Dave_Trish.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8442871277846284121.post-4234478477023596375</id><published>2009-04-12T13:40:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T13:56:47.877-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Blown Away!</title><content type='html'>Today I was simply blown away!  The kids were absolutely spectacular during our presentation of Malchus and the arrest of Jesus.  And Danny, Jared, Jeremy - I cannot say enough about your willingness to serve after you had been volunteered...  Just kidding guys, you were all just fantastic.  John, your voice held it all together seamlessly - led the way for the others to perform.  You are all simply outstanding, terrific, fabulous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you to everyone who helped guide, dress-up the cast - those who helped who to hold back the "mob" until just the right moment.  Watch for the simulcast coming soon to U-tube!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blown away!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In children's church today the kids were all excited.  They really laughed a lot when we talked about exchanging punishments with each other and I think ultimately it did drive home how Jesus took our punishment.  We made some Empty Tomb cookies and enjoyed a movie.  It was just a "WOW'SER" day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you to everyone serving and for your support.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the words of Buzz Lightyear - TO INFINITY AND BEYOND!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8442871277846284121-4234478477023596375?l=trishbegley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trishbegley.blogspot.com/feeds/4234478477023596375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8442871277846284121&amp;postID=4234478477023596375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442871277846284121/posts/default/4234478477023596375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442871277846284121/posts/default/4234478477023596375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trishbegley.blogspot.com/2009/04/blown-away.html' title='Blown Away!'/><author><name>Trish Begley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02715896341360702234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jl3qlckl9LM/SSAVHzCP2vI/AAAAAAAAAFY/WT736pVMn20/S220/Dave_Trish.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8442871277846284121.post-156683837456100453</id><published>2009-04-08T12:27:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T12:31:54.904-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The NeuterScooter is coming to town!</title><content type='html'>There's a flyer up in the breakroom and if any headline could catch your eye - it's this one.  &lt;a href="http://www.neuterscooter.com/ns/index.cfm?fa=c.home"&gt;The NeuterScooter &lt;/a&gt;- great name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is really a good cause though.  There is a mobile veterinarian who neuters cats, even feral cats, for a small fee.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just had to share the headline though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8442871277846284121-156683837456100453?l=trishbegley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trishbegley.blogspot.com/feeds/156683837456100453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8442871277846284121&amp;postID=156683837456100453' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442871277846284121/posts/default/156683837456100453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442871277846284121/posts/default/156683837456100453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trishbegley.blogspot.com/2009/04/neuterscooter-is-coming-to-town.html' title='The NeuterScooter is coming to town!'/><author><name>Trish Begley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02715896341360702234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jl3qlckl9LM/SSAVHzCP2vI/AAAAAAAAAFY/WT736pVMn20/S220/Dave_Trish.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8442871277846284121.post-6108008057367424998</id><published>2009-04-07T07:34:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T07:49:12.128-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Too much bungee</title><content type='html'>Dave and I visited with some dear friends last evening, Mike and Bev.  These two are at the top of our list of people we admire most.  Despite a generation gap, we used to hang out together frequently - have Sunday lunch together - but life has gotten in the way.  Mike and Bev brought Dave and me to Center Pointe many moons ago. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We hadn't seen them since our wedding day so the catching-up-as-quick-as-possible was very funny.  We went from hugging and how are you's to food, hurricanes, and daring stunts such as indoor skydiving and bungee jumping.  We all shared a headshake about the hopes that if we did go bungee jumping that we wouldn't have "too much bungee."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is their 30th wedding anniversary. Our applause, love, and admiration go out to them today for being such an inspiration to us and really just for being such wonderful friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8442871277846284121-6108008057367424998?l=trishbegley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trishbegley.blogspot.com/feeds/6108008057367424998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8442871277846284121&amp;postID=6108008057367424998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442871277846284121/posts/default/6108008057367424998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442871277846284121/posts/default/6108008057367424998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trishbegley.blogspot.com/2009/04/too-much-bungee.html' title='Too much bungee'/><author><name>Trish Begley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02715896341360702234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jl3qlckl9LM/SSAVHzCP2vI/AAAAAAAAAFY/WT736pVMn20/S220/Dave_Trish.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8442871277846284121.post-5154981889547542917</id><published>2009-04-06T12:14:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T12:56:31.374-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The kids say the greatest things</title><content type='html'>During classtime each Sunday morning I try hard to impress on the children the importance of Jesus.  This can be difficult in a world full of commercialism and entertainment.  Coloring pages and yarn don't always work to keep the attention span and those things don't always get the message across.  (These are good for fillers though and we have them available before classtime.)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we improvise by entertaining with videos about Jesus and different activities/games.  Always looking for something unique or different to get their attention.  It can be a challenge - but it is so fulfilling when the message does get across.  I suspect this is the same for Pastor Ray when giving his message to everyone.  He could just stand there and read scripture like the "old" days (color the picture and paste it on another piece of paper week after week) but that's not in his plan.  He brings a momentum with his message that inspires and drives home the meaning.  Even when I can only listen to his message through ITunes, his emotions and enthusiasm ring through loud and clear.  He gets us excited.  We try to do the same with the children.  (No, Jared, we don't want this on ITunes...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was brought to my attention by someone observing this week that they noticed one child in particular really has a grip on Jesus and the Bible.  This young fellow loves to read and loves to answer questions about Jesus and the Bible and he is usually right-on the money.  Most of the kids are quick to share and participate, it's just that this fellow just seems to express it well for his age.   I love that he does share and only hope that when he shares his love of Jesus with other children that they feel his excitement about Jesus and want in on it too.  He really knows his stuff.  And, he has a great sense of humor.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if we went to a regular public school classroom and asked how many kids know who the Easter bunny is - how many would raise their hands and jump up and down with excitment?  What if we asked the same question about Jesus?  Would we see the same excitement and facial expressions?  WE SHOULD!  But I doubt we would.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bunnies and chicks are great things and completely symbolic of the coming Spring season (along with the dreaded "achooo's") but I really want children to understand that Easter is about Jesus dying for our sins.  That is the greatest.  The best.  The only real Easter treat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last couple of weeks we talked about the Last Supper and Passover and then watched a short video to drive it home.  It was awesome to sit with them and share this magnificent event.  One child spoke up during the movie that when Judas left the room, only 11 Apostles were left.  My only thought was "Yes!"  It's so cool when "it" works.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8442871277846284121-5154981889547542917?l=trishbegley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trishbegley.blogspot.com/feeds/5154981889547542917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8442871277846284121&amp;postID=5154981889547542917' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442871277846284121/posts/default/5154981889547542917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442871277846284121/posts/default/5154981889547542917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trishbegley.blogspot.com/2009/04/kids-say-greatest-things.html' title='The kids say the greatest things'/><author><name>Trish Begley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02715896341360702234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jl3qlckl9LM/SSAVHzCP2vI/AAAAAAAAAFY/WT736pVMn20/S220/Dave_Trish.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8442871277846284121.post-7688134253418808136</id><published>2009-04-01T15:59:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T16:04:07.662-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Who? Who? who-whoooo?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jl3qlckl9LM/SdPIjSSb0FI/AAAAAAAAAHY/EGh-ZA2vTr4/s1600-h/Owl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jl3qlckl9LM/SdPIjSSb0FI/AAAAAAAAAHY/EGh-ZA2vTr4/s320/Owl.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319816093384822866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mailman probably had a heart attack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our mailbox lid would never stay shut and often would have leaves or something in it.  Imagine the looks on our faces when Dave pulled the leaves out of the back and discovered the neighborhood visitor!  He didn't wake up until I flashed the camera at him.  Looks a little annoyed doesn't he?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8442871277846284121-7688134253418808136?l=trishbegley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trishbegley.blogspot.com/feeds/7688134253418808136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8442871277846284121&amp;postID=7688134253418808136' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442871277846284121/posts/default/7688134253418808136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442871277846284121/posts/default/7688134253418808136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trishbegley.blogspot.com/2009/04/who-who-who-whoooo.html' title='Who? Who? who-whoooo?'/><author><name>Trish Begley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02715896341360702234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jl3qlckl9LM/SSAVHzCP2vI/AAAAAAAAAFY/WT736pVMn20/S220/Dave_Trish.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jl3qlckl9LM/SdPIjSSb0FI/AAAAAAAAAHY/EGh-ZA2vTr4/s72-c/Owl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8442871277846284121.post-5535830866096852684</id><published>2009-03-30T07:41:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T08:01:08.633-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Does it go like this?  or this?</title><content type='html'>The good news is that Dave is in his new office as of this morning and just right down the street from where I work.  It is really amazing that since we have been together, most of the time our work places have been within easy distances of each other so that we can ride together and occassionally have lunch together.  It's really great to be able to do that.  It gives us more time to talk, etc.  Plus, I like having a chauffeur - gives me the chance for that little cat-nap on the way home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have ever put together a piece of office furniture - one of those that comes in a box with 40 pages of diagrams and instructions and 1,000,000 pieces - you have my respect and admiration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent some time Saturday morning hosting the movers and beginning the task of putting some new furniture together.  Last night we went back to his office to finish.  Good intentions - not enough hours!  We spent over 3 hours working on the credenza just last night and didn't get to 100%.  By 9:00 p.m. I had had enough of desk drawers, numbered pieces, and pins and poles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8442871277846284121-5535830866096852684?l=trishbegley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trishbegley.blogspot.com/feeds/5535830866096852684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8442871277846284121&amp;postID=5535830866096852684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442871277846284121/posts/default/5535830866096852684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442871277846284121/posts/default/5535830866096852684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trishbegley.blogspot.com/2009/03/does-it-go-like-this-or-this.html' title='Does it go like this?  or this?'/><author><name>Trish Begley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02715896341360702234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jl3qlckl9LM/SSAVHzCP2vI/AAAAAAAAAFY/WT736pVMn20/S220/Dave_Trish.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8442871277846284121.post-8910266805771889676</id><published>2009-03-28T18:30:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T18:36:45.867-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Cheer Up Charlie</title><content type='html'>We were watching the original Willie Wonka this evening and it was to the part where the mother is singing the sad song "Cheer Up Charlie" when I noticed Dusty was singng along and it sounded like he was crying and he was!  The song made him so sad that he had tears swelling in his eyes.  It was one of those moments that just makes you say awwww.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8442871277846284121-8910266805771889676?l=trishbegley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trishbegley.blogspot.com/feeds/8910266805771889676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8442871277846284121&amp;postID=8910266805771889676' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442871277846284121/posts/default/8910266805771889676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442871277846284121/posts/default/8910266805771889676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trishbegley.blogspot.com/2009/03/cheer-up-charlie.html' title='Cheer Up Charlie'/><author><name>Trish Begley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02715896341360702234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jl3qlckl9LM/SSAVHzCP2vI/AAAAAAAAAFY/WT736pVMn20/S220/Dave_Trish.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8442871277846284121.post-7763166433867724481</id><published>2009-03-27T12:54:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T13:02:47.084-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Help!  My Wii Won't Work!</title><content type='html'>My Wii is not feeling well =(  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The disc reader is broken apparently so I have to send it to Nintendo to get it repaired.  Good news is that it will be 100% guaranteed for one year - the bad news is that it costs $75.00 and all the virtual console games that we have bought will be lost as will the progress on all the other games.  There is a way to download them on to an sd card but that means I have to go buy another one of those!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What will my Wii Fit trainer say now?  I haven't exercised for two weeks.  Oh wait, she'll never know...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8442871277846284121-7763166433867724481?l=trishbegley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trishbegley.blogspot.com/feeds/7763166433867724481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8442871277846284121&amp;postID=7763166433867724481' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442871277846284121/posts/default/7763166433867724481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442871277846284121/posts/default/7763166433867724481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trishbegley.blogspot.com/2009/03/help-my-wii-wont-work.html' title='Help!  My Wii Won&apos;t Work!'/><author><name>Trish Begley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02715896341360702234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jl3qlckl9LM/SSAVHzCP2vI/AAAAAAAAAFY/WT736pVMn20/S220/Dave_Trish.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8442871277846284121.post-4142820714316895986</id><published>2009-03-26T07:45:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T07:58:12.574-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Crayons while you wait?</title><content type='html'>Dave, Erin, and I went out to eat last night at a local steak restaurant.  When we were being seated, the host (a guy) asked if we needed a kid's menu!  I know Erin may look young but to be 16 and mistaken for a 10-year old?  Hilarious!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she was ordering, I had to chime in and let her know that there was a "kid's sirloin" on the menu, you know, just in case she was interested. =)  When our dinner arrived, I almost reached over and started cutting up her food for her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all got a big laugh out of the whole thing, even Erin.  We do have a great time together.  I think we even have fun during trips to the dentist!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8442871277846284121-4142820714316895986?l=trishbegley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trishbegley.blogspot.com/feeds/4142820714316895986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8442871277846284121&amp;postID=4142820714316895986' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442871277846284121/posts/default/4142820714316895986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442871277846284121/posts/default/4142820714316895986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trishbegley.blogspot.com/2009/03/crayons-while-you-wait.html' title='Crayons while you wait?'/><author><name>Trish Begley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02715896341360702234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jl3qlckl9LM/SSAVHzCP2vI/AAAAAAAAAFY/WT736pVMn20/S220/Dave_Trish.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8442871277846284121.post-3522037609029529149</id><published>2009-03-24T11:41:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T17:50:32.516-04:00</updated><title type='text'>When you're ready, I'll be here</title><content type='html'>I have been struggling with what to tell my son.  He's angry and confused and frustrated, and so on and so on...  He is a great person who has lost sight - he's lost his way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He won't answer my calls and I don't know where he is.  So, I thought I would text him from my daughter's phone and just simply say "When you're ready, I'll be here."  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This phrase got me to thinking -- isn't this what God is always telling us?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He's there, He's waiting.  We just have to go to Him.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8442871277846284121-3522037609029529149?l=trishbegley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trishbegley.blogspot.com/feeds/3522037609029529149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8442871277846284121&amp;postID=3522037609029529149' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442871277846284121/posts/default/3522037609029529149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442871277846284121/posts/default/3522037609029529149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trishbegley.blogspot.com/2009/03/when-youre-ready-ill-be-here.html' title='When you&apos;re ready, I&apos;ll be here'/><author><name>Trish Begley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02715896341360702234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jl3qlckl9LM/SSAVHzCP2vI/AAAAAAAAAFY/WT736pVMn20/S220/Dave_Trish.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8442871277846284121.post-1222080916691080375</id><published>2009-03-18T07:56:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T08:38:17.041-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Didn't mean it that way...</title><content type='html'>Thick-skinned.  I try to be most of the time but I admit that I have had moments of weakness lately - been more sensitive.  Have you ever said something and at the moment you said it you realized that it just came out all wrong?  We all have right?  I am guilty, guilty, guilty.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT!  I have been trying harder to catch myself lately because of things that have been said to me from co-workers, friends, family...things that aren't really meant to hurt my feelings.  Phrases that aren't meant to be insulting and may be said out of concern, but have a different affect than intended.  For example:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You look tired"  - Usually said out of concern but let's face it, being told you look tired is not flattering, especially when you are tired!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You're so skinny" - Skinny is not a compliment!!  I was very thin as a young adult and I hated being told that.  Lately I have lost a few pounds and feel much more comfortable and healthier but if I hear one more person at work tell me that I am so "skinny," I think I will cry.  On the positive side, one person told me they were concerned because they noticed that I had become "more slender" and wanted to make sure I wasn't under too much stress while at work.  And another told me that they had noticed that I was taking great care of myself lately and commended me.  Well done!  Those two got a big smile and a thank you.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not that anyone really meant to say something hurtful, but when you are tired, just a friendly smile and greeting and sometimes a hug would do.  And for me, losing weight wasn't something I tried to do and was actually a serious health concern - so someone saying "you're so skinny" just made me feel worse.  Let me tell you, the "slender" comment really worked to boost my spirits.  Mostly because it was said to me out of concern and was not said in a demeaning way.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I am guarding my words more carefully - intentionally.  Being more grateful, more complimentary and more compassionate.  I may not know what struggles someone is going through and I certainly don't want to add to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note, three people in our family's small world of acquaintances have committed suicide within the past two months.  We don't know what caused them to feel so desparate but maybe a kind word could have made a difference.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8442871277846284121-1222080916691080375?l=trishbegley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trishbegley.blogspot.com/feeds/1222080916691080375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8442871277846284121&amp;postID=1222080916691080375' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442871277846284121/posts/default/1222080916691080375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442871277846284121/posts/default/1222080916691080375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trishbegley.blogspot.com/2009/03/didnt-mean-it-that-way.html' title='Didn&apos;t mean it that way...'/><author><name>Trish Begley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02715896341360702234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jl3qlckl9LM/SSAVHzCP2vI/AAAAAAAAAFY/WT736pVMn20/S220/Dave_Trish.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8442871277846284121.post-3600689509363765304</id><published>2009-03-10T13:03:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T13:07:15.691-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Psalm 127</title><content type='html'>Psalm 127&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 1 Unless the LORD builds the house, &lt;br /&gt;       its builders labor in vain. &lt;br /&gt;       Unless the LORD watches over the city, &lt;br /&gt;       the watchmen stand guard in vain. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 2 In vain you rise early &lt;br /&gt;       and stay up late, &lt;br /&gt;       toiling for food to eat— &lt;br /&gt;       for he grants sleep to those he loves. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 3 Sons are a heritage from the LORD, &lt;br /&gt;       children a reward from him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 4 Like arrows in the hands of a warrior &lt;br /&gt;       are sons born in one's youth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 5 Blessed is the man &lt;br /&gt;       whose quiver is full of them. &lt;br /&gt;       They will not be put to shame &lt;br /&gt;       when they contend with their enemies in the gate.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8442871277846284121-3600689509363765304?l=trishbegley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trishbegley.blogspot.com/feeds/3600689509363765304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8442871277846284121&amp;postID=3600689509363765304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442871277846284121/posts/default/3600689509363765304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442871277846284121/posts/default/3600689509363765304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trishbegley.blogspot.com/2009/03/psalm-127.html' title='Psalm 127'/><author><name>Trish Begley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02715896341360702234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jl3qlckl9LM/SSAVHzCP2vI/AAAAAAAAAFY/WT736pVMn20/S220/Dave_Trish.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8442871277846284121.post-5822197930441068183</id><published>2009-03-09T13:58:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T14:07:27.580-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tower of Bagel</title><content type='html'>This week's class:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*  While discussing the Tower of Babel, one of the boys instead called it the Tower of BAGEL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*  When a car backfires, the polite thing to do is say "Pardon me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*  If moving to another country, the most popular item to take with you is a light saber.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*  When I forget something - the kids do not!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*  A six year old reminded the entire class that everyone is good at something.  How cool is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kids are amazing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8442871277846284121-5822197930441068183?l=trishbegley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trishbegley.blogspot.com/feeds/5822197930441068183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8442871277846284121&amp;postID=5822197930441068183' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442871277846284121/posts/default/5822197930441068183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442871277846284121/posts/default/5822197930441068183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trishbegley.blogspot.com/2009/03/tower-of-bagel.html' title='Tower of Bagel'/><author><name>Trish Begley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02715896341360702234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jl3qlckl9LM/SSAVHzCP2vI/AAAAAAAAAFY/WT736pVMn20/S220/Dave_Trish.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8442871277846284121.post-7106258599785804310</id><published>2009-03-08T16:57:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T17:04:15.300-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Picture Perfect Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jl3qlckl9LM/SbQxW5N9aBI/AAAAAAAAAHA/eVx0iKeVhg4/s1600-h/ErinFlowers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 312px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jl3qlckl9LM/SbQxW5N9aBI/AAAAAAAAAHA/eVx0iKeVhg4/s320/ErinFlowers.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310924129962911762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flowers before the dance.  Awwwww...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jl3qlckl9LM/SbQxwLOAncI/AAAAAAAAAHI/3vhKe-kypg0/s1600-h/ErinDave.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 290px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jl3qlckl9LM/SbQxwLOAncI/AAAAAAAAAHI/3vhKe-kypg0/s320/ErinDave.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310924564291689922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Proud Poppa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jl3qlckl9LM/SbQyD7Bj1uI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/CXzBdBCsWQ0/s1600-h/RileyWii.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 287px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jl3qlckl9LM/SbQyD7Bj1uI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/CXzBdBCsWQ0/s320/RileyWii.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310924903541888738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the cat really thinks about it all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8442871277846284121-7106258599785804310?l=trishbegley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trishbegley.blogspot.com/feeds/7106258599785804310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8442871277846284121&amp;postID=7106258599785804310' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442871277846284121/posts/default/7106258599785804310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442871277846284121/posts/default/7106258599785804310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trishbegley.blogspot.com/2009/03/flowers-before-dance.html' title='Picture Perfect Weekend'/><author><name>Trish Begley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02715896341360702234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jl3qlckl9LM/SSAVHzCP2vI/AAAAAAAAAFY/WT736pVMn20/S220/Dave_Trish.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jl3qlckl9LM/SbQxW5N9aBI/AAAAAAAAAHA/eVx0iKeVhg4/s72-c/ErinFlowers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8442871277846284121.post-872206614189773636</id><published>2009-03-04T08:07:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T08:21:36.007-05:00</updated><title type='text'>All Aboard!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jl3qlckl9LM/Sa6ALNhD1nI/AAAAAAAAAG4/0jDa4A-f0JQ/s1600-h/BoomerangLogoColor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:center; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 215px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jl3qlckl9LM/Sa6ALNhD1nI/AAAAAAAAAG4/0jDa4A-f0JQ/s320/BoomerangLogoColor.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309321940811634290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For our summer VBS, we were faced with two good choices:  Boomerang Express or Truth Trek.  It was difficult to decide!!  But, sometimes you just have to go with your gut feeling and that led me to....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Boomerang Express!  We're going on an adventure to the Australian Outback to show children that "no matter where they go or what they do in life-it all comes back to Jesus."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;1 John 4:9 -– "God's love was revealed among us in this way: God sent His One and Only Son into the world so that we might live through Him"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;All Aboard!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Thanks Sarah for your input!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8442871277846284121-872206614189773636?l=trishbegley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trishbegley.blogspot.com/feeds/872206614189773636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8442871277846284121&amp;postID=872206614189773636' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442871277846284121/posts/default/872206614189773636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442871277846284121/posts/default/872206614189773636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trishbegley.blogspot.com/2009/03/all-aboard.html' title='All Aboard!'/><author><name>Trish Begley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02715896341360702234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jl3qlckl9LM/SSAVHzCP2vI/AAAAAAAAAFY/WT736pVMn20/S220/Dave_Trish.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jl3qlckl9LM/Sa6ALNhD1nI/AAAAAAAAAG4/0jDa4A-f0JQ/s72-c/BoomerangLogoColor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8442871277846284121.post-8718021860820646962</id><published>2009-02-27T12:10:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T12:20:12.621-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Roaring Sweet 16</title><content type='html'>In 1993, March came in like a lion!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend our little girl turns Sweet 16.  She has been counting down the years, months, then the weeks, and now the days.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of our six kids, not only is she the only girl but the youngest so, as much as I don't want to admit it, I'm a little sad.  But she is continuing to become a wonderful person and we couldn't be more proud, as most everyone already knows =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She might be disappointed though - she thinks she is getting MY car for a present.  Ummmmmm......no.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8442871277846284121-8718021860820646962?l=trishbegley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trishbegley.blogspot.com/feeds/8718021860820646962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8442871277846284121&amp;postID=8718021860820646962' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442871277846284121/posts/default/8718021860820646962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442871277846284121/posts/default/8718021860820646962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trishbegley.blogspot.com/2009/02/sweet-16.html' title='A Roaring Sweet 16'/><author><name>Trish Begley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02715896341360702234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jl3qlckl9LM/SSAVHzCP2vI/AAAAAAAAAFY/WT736pVMn20/S220/Dave_Trish.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8442871277846284121.post-2707773571109583806</id><published>2009-02-25T13:24:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T13:50:50.092-05:00</updated><title type='text'>exCUSE me</title><content type='html'>When you walk into a Sam's club or Costco, they want to see your membership card - why so adamant?  I don't know.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I entered Costco in Mason (that's Loveland for Christine =)) for the first time and was looking around for the service desk.  Right in through the doorway marked "Entrance" there was a counter and I headed towards it.  It was a little loud and crowded but I heard this voice exclaiming "ExCUSE me!" so rudely that I had to turn around.  There were two ladies, dressed in all the latest styles, staring at me.  One then said "I need to see your membership card before you go in"  I said to her, "Wow, that was really rude."  She said "&lt;em&gt;No I'm not.&lt;/em&gt; You have to show your membership card."  Hello? Is this their customer service representative?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is how the rest of it went:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME:  "Well, I'm a new member and I don't have one yet. I was looking for the service desk but now I think I will just cancel my membership."  (I walk on toward the counter)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd LADY AT THE DOOR &lt;strong&gt;follows &lt;/strong&gt;me to the counter:  (speaking rudely, shaking her head at me) "She wasn't rude, we are required to ask."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME:  (amazed that this woman just followed me to tell me I was wrong)  "That is my opinion and that was rude."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd LADY:  "No, she wasn't" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME:  (still looking with amazement)  "I really don't care."  &lt;br /&gt;To the lady behind the counter:  "I'm here to cancel my membership."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd LADY:  "Well, she wasn't"  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME:  (simply stare at her with a look of what part of &lt;strong&gt;"I don't care"&lt;/strong&gt; don't you understand?!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was more but just know that we are loyal to Sam's now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam's Club and Wal Mart may have elderly people greeting you, but I have never had any of them speak rudely to me or for goodness sake, &lt;strong&gt;chase after me &lt;/strong&gt;to tell how I was wrong and they were right.  Maybe Costco should put elderly people at the door - that way they probably can't chase you down.  =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8442871277846284121-2707773571109583806?l=trishbegley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trishbegley.blogspot.com/feeds/2707773571109583806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8442871277846284121&amp;postID=2707773571109583806' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442871277846284121/posts/default/2707773571109583806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442871277846284121/posts/default/2707773571109583806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trishbegley.blogspot.com/2009/02/excuse-me.html' title='exCUSE me'/><author><name>Trish Begley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02715896341360702234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jl3qlckl9LM/SSAVHzCP2vI/AAAAAAAAAFY/WT736pVMn20/S220/Dave_Trish.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8442871277846284121.post-2423842570754589694</id><published>2009-02-24T10:14:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T10:17:43.673-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Attacks where you love</title><content type='html'>I am preoccupied this morning - I’ve been thinking about my family and how precious they are to me.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I was reading an online news article and my heart fell when I read the headline stating a Georgetown family of three was found dead in their home.  I first thought it was going to be about a kerosene heater tragedy.  I was stunned to read that it was a murder-suicide and then even more stunned to read that it was someone I grew up with and lives less than a mile from my father’s home.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew the Planck family from school and being in 4-H and FFA.  All three kids and their parents were at the meetings and camp, and we all spent time together at the county fair.  Normal family, kids, and circumstances.  They were farmers just like us.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The father shot his wife and their 11 year old son and then himself.  The article said they were going through a divorce.  Okay, that is bad but to push someone to take the life of someone he loves, his own child, and then himself?  Well, there really is no guessing-game there, we all know satan attacks where we love.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My thoughts have been - what could have prevented this from happening?  We have talked about reaching the lost and how to be more effective in doing so.  Was this guy one of the lost looking desperately to be found?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If he had had someone to confide in, someone to question, someone with a shoulder to cry on or someone who was just there to listen, who knows what the outcome would have been.  This just shoots home that we need to be more aggressive in reaching out to others.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8442871277846284121-2423842570754589694?l=trishbegley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trishbegley.blogspot.com/feeds/2423842570754589694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8442871277846284121&amp;postID=2423842570754589694' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442871277846284121/posts/default/2423842570754589694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442871277846284121/posts/default/2423842570754589694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trishbegley.blogspot.com/2009/02/attacks-where-you-love.html' title='Attacks where you love'/><author><name>Trish Begley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02715896341360702234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jl3qlckl9LM/SSAVHzCP2vI/AAAAAAAAAFY/WT736pVMn20/S220/Dave_Trish.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8442871277846284121.post-2327447969544739559</id><published>2009-02-18T11:07:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T11:14:47.601-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just when you think nobody notices...</title><content type='html'>Something happens to remind you that your efforts are not in vain. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have mentioned that I am part of a new team at work and have been taking time to get to know everyone and have found that most everyone on the team is a Christian and has a church family.  This week, taking the time to get to know them made a difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone came to me this week who needed to talk - she felt she was being attacked spiritually -- in her home, her work, everywhere.  She said she came to me because she knew I was a Christian and would understand and maybe give her some peace of mind by listening.  I was so happy to be available to listen and share my faith with her.  She said she felt better - I know I definitely did!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8442871277846284121-2327447969544739559?l=trishbegley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trishbegley.blogspot.com/feeds/2327447969544739559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8442871277846284121&amp;postID=2327447969544739559' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442871277846284121/posts/default/2327447969544739559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442871277846284121/posts/default/2327447969544739559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trishbegley.blogspot.com/2009/02/just-when-you-think-nobody-notices.html' title='Just when you think nobody notices...'/><author><name>Trish Begley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02715896341360702234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jl3qlckl9LM/SSAVHzCP2vI/AAAAAAAAAFY/WT736pVMn20/S220/Dave_Trish.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8442871277846284121.post-2499482477446002366</id><published>2009-02-17T07:44:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T07:53:31.857-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"I noticed you took a break"</title><content type='html'>Wow, it's just like a real personal trainer standing there watching you!  We purchased a Wii Fit and hooked it all up last night.  Erin and I tried it out while Dave laughed at us.  Well, we laughed at ourselves too because it was just too funny.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the stretches and motions you try to do with your so out-of-shape self can really be difficult!  Erin was trying to cheat on parts of it--on the push-ups part, she stopped to rest and the game yelled out "HEY!"  At the end the "trainer" tells you how you did.  For this set, the trainer said "I noticed you took a break."  If nothing else, we burnt calories from laughing so hard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8442871277846284121-2499482477446002366?l=trishbegley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trishbegley.blogspot.com/feeds/2499482477446002366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8442871277846284121&amp;postID=2499482477446002366' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442871277846284121/posts/default/2499482477446002366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442871277846284121/posts/default/2499482477446002366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trishbegley.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-noticed-you-took-break.html' title='&quot;I noticed you took a break&quot;'/><author><name>Trish Begley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02715896341360702234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jl3qlckl9LM/SSAVHzCP2vI/AAAAAAAAAFY/WT736pVMn20/S220/Dave_Trish.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8442871277846284121.post-4276593700978468240</id><published>2009-02-11T07:33:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T08:00:18.178-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New club, new year - new friends!</title><content type='html'>We had our first 4-H meeting last night and we had a great time.  Erin is in a new club this year, the Young Riders.  Aside from one mother/daughter, I knew no one at the meeting personally.  I had seen most of them at shows or the fair but had never spoke to them on a personal level.  And last night I didn't get to meet everyone but it was such a different atmosphere from the last club.  The kids are kids but it was the parents who made the difference.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like talking to people (most of the time...) but in the last club, the parents were all in sort of a "click" so in order to be part of that, you almost had to infiltrate the outer layer by some spectacular feat.  Apparently, I didn't have enough spectacular-rificness to offer.  At shows and the fair, they would all sit together and even though Erin and I were there, we were never included.  Now, Erin was friends with the kids but you know what happens - the parents' influence over the kids eventually shows and then - ka-blooie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in 4-H and I was an advisor and even started my own club - someone else took it over when I moved out of state for awhile.  It is difficult to bond with parents, but that comes with the territory when you are in a leadership position.  You have to stay objective and encouraging to everyone!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Erin's previous club, what bothered me the most was that when other members of the group were showing, the parents and the kids clapped for the rider, including me.  I love to cheer them on!  But, when Erin was showing, they really did ignore her.  Maybe it was because she was the new kid and frequently placed higher in the class then the veteran kids?  (doing the ol' chicken-neck motion here)  Probably, but that is so petty.  When Erin placed lower than another member, you better believe I was clapping for them and if Erin wasn't, she was reminded that she needed to be.  And she did.  Erin has a natural "seat," as its called, when it comes to riding horses.  It really is something that she was meant to do.  I know its hard for some when they work hard and don't place well - but its just the way things are.  I am surprised they didn't try to test Erin for steroids!  hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right away at the new club I felt welcome.  I even got a hug from the mother and daughter I had met before and an encouraging "we're so happy to have Erin with us."  Then, after the meeting (very well done as well), another mother spoke to me without any heavy feeling of "have to since you are new" to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love watching Erin show but it has been a solo trip for me because she is busy with the horse and the other parents in our club gathered in their tight little circle.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a good feeling about this year though.  Heck, I will admit it, I am verging on the edge of excitement =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8442871277846284121-4276593700978468240?l=trishbegley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trishbegley.blogspot.com/feeds/4276593700978468240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8442871277846284121&amp;postID=4276593700978468240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442871277846284121/posts/default/4276593700978468240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442871277846284121/posts/default/4276593700978468240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trishbegley.blogspot.com/2009/02/new-club-new-year-new-friends.html' title='New club, new year - new friends!'/><author><name>Trish Begley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02715896341360702234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jl3qlckl9LM/SSAVHzCP2vI/AAAAAAAAAFY/WT736pVMn20/S220/Dave_Trish.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8442871277846284121.post-9143625596345560424</id><published>2009-02-10T07:47:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T08:20:11.993-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Grooving to the Oldies</title><content type='html'>This past Sunday in the children's worship, we were grooving to the oldies.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A new dvd appeared (not sure how it got there - I only know that it was there) that had motion songs on it, songs that were played 15 or more years ago for children but now have a more modern look.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After assigning instruments (we were cranking some mean air drums and guitars), we chose the song "Father Abraham."  This song is one of those new classics as I found out from Dan and Jeremy - they still remember it from their Sunday School days and sang some of it for us during our Small Group. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the song started playing, I thought, "yeah, these kids are going to get bored with this fast."  All boys romping around and talking about their Star Wars figures, you can imagine.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, they loved it.  We played it at least three times.  Then there were requests from the audience for another oldie but goodie, "Noah's Arky Arky" and then, "Zacchaeus (Was a Wee Little Man)."  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was really a lot of fun.  We did have the videos playing on the television so that helped with keeping focus but the enthusiasm was all in the music.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8442871277846284121-9143625596345560424?l=trishbegley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trishbegley.blogspot.com/feeds/9143625596345560424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8442871277846284121&amp;postID=9143625596345560424' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442871277846284121/posts/default/9143625596345560424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442871277846284121/posts/default/9143625596345560424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trishbegley.blogspot.com/2009/02/grooving-to-oldies.html' title='Grooving to the Oldies'/><author><name>Trish Begley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02715896341360702234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jl3qlckl9LM/SSAVHzCP2vI/AAAAAAAAAFY/WT736pVMn20/S220/Dave_Trish.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8442871277846284121.post-425906738886043597</id><published>2009-02-05T07:57:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T08:04:32.054-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The long and winding road</title><content type='html'>No, I am not a huge Beatle's fan, just makes me think of the path we walk on daily.  I am hopeful that life will be long and the winding just makes it more interesting.  I guess as long as we stay on the path, we'll be okay.  =)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trip home the other night was definitely winding and interesting!  I left work at 4:15 and finally arrived at Dave's office @ 9:00.  (Usually a 20 minute ride.)  We arrived home at 9:45 - just in time to get ready for bed!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8442871277846284121-425906738886043597?l=trishbegley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trishbegley.blogspot.com/feeds/425906738886043597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8442871277846284121&amp;postID=425906738886043597' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442871277846284121/posts/default/425906738886043597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442871277846284121/posts/default/425906738886043597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trishbegley.blogspot.com/2009/02/long-and-winding-road.html' title='The long and winding road'/><author><name>Trish Begley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02715896341360702234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jl3qlckl9LM/SSAVHzCP2vI/AAAAAAAAAFY/WT736pVMn20/S220/Dave_Trish.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8442871277846284121.post-3523149838063196637</id><published>2009-02-03T19:44:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T19:50:34.358-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Here I sit...</title><content type='html'>at Panera.  I first stopped at another Belcan office and hung out there for about an hour.  The Jeep was groaning (beginning to overheat) so so had to be get off the road.  Tried it again and it took me 30 minutes to go 2 miles.  Needless to say, the Jeep was unhappy again so now I am at Panera while Dave waits patiently for me. But he had a fantastic day though!  Be sure to ask him about it!  It willgive him something to do while he waits for me =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8442871277846284121-3523149838063196637?l=trishbegley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trishbegley.blogspot.com/feeds/3523149838063196637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8442871277846284121&amp;postID=3523149838063196637' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442871277846284121/posts/default/3523149838063196637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442871277846284121/posts/default/3523149838063196637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trishbegley.blogspot.com/2009/02/here-i-sit.html' title='Here I sit...'/><author><name>Trish Begley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02715896341360702234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jl3qlckl9LM/SSAVHzCP2vI/AAAAAAAAAFY/WT736pVMn20/S220/Dave_Trish.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8442871277846284121.post-206142299655384832</id><published>2009-02-03T17:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T19:16:37.016-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Traffic stinks</title><content type='html'>Traffic stinks...been sitting forever!  If evryone else would only stay at work or home. I wouldn't have any trouble =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8442871277846284121-206142299655384832?l=trishbegley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trishbegley.blogspot.com/feeds/206142299655384832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8442871277846284121&amp;postID=206142299655384832' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442871277846284121/posts/default/206142299655384832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442871277846284121/posts/default/206142299655384832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trishbegley.blogspot.com/2009/02/traffic-stinks.html' title='Traffic stinks'/><author><name>Trish Begley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02715896341360702234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jl3qlckl9LM/SSAVHzCP2vI/AAAAAAAAAFY/WT736pVMn20/S220/Dave_Trish.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8442871277846284121.post-3429270878266074078</id><published>2009-01-30T19:42:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T19:52:22.385-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes we do...No you don't...YES WE DO</title><content type='html'>Today, for the 2nd time in my life, I was told to leave the premises.  (The first time is another story...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was finishing up moving an office and the owner showed up and was unhappy that her tenants, the company we purchased, were leaving.  Our attorney said "get your stuff.". Her attorney, supposedly, said "we need more time."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The police said (yep, it almost got ugly) "get your stuff."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Score!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love an adventure!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8442871277846284121-3429270878266074078?l=trishbegley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trishbegley.blogspot.com/feeds/3429270878266074078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8442871277846284121&amp;postID=3429270878266074078' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442871277846284121/posts/default/3429270878266074078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442871277846284121/posts/default/3429270878266074078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trishbegley.blogspot.com/2009/01/yes-we-dono-you-dontyes-we-do.html' title='Yes we do...No you don&apos;t...YES WE DO'/><author><name>Trish Begley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02715896341360702234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jl3qlckl9LM/SSAVHzCP2vI/AAAAAAAAAFY/WT736pVMn20/S220/Dave_Trish.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8442871277846284121.post-5826247349862031464</id><published>2009-01-28T19:28:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T19:46:50.987-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What?  A fun day at work?</title><content type='html'>It's nice to have a fun day at work.  I have been tasked with packing up an office building over the next couple of days and although that doesn't sound like much fun, it was actually enjoyable today because my co-workers are great.  We had to start our journey at the peak of this morning's snow storm - it was really bad on the roads and we had a lot of pit stops to make.  With a 4-wheel drive truck and a smile on our faces, we headed out and made it safely to our destination.  There was some intentional slipping and sliding and a lot of laughing.  We had lunch out together and it's amazing what you find to talk about.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been feeling like the old-new kid on the block the last couple of months.  Most of my new team sits on the direct opposite side of the building so I don't get to interact much with them.  Lately though, we have been spending more time together and I am really enjoying getting to know each one.  I know that all but two of the team are Christian - we share our faith with each other comfortably and that is so fantastic!  Today I discovered that one guy not only sings with his church and is putting together a youth night of music for them, but whose stepfather and uncles have a fairly well-known group called "Voice Won."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So cool =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8442871277846284121-5826247349862031464?l=trishbegley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trishbegley.blogspot.com/feeds/5826247349862031464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8442871277846284121&amp;postID=5826247349862031464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442871277846284121/posts/default/5826247349862031464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442871277846284121/posts/default/5826247349862031464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trishbegley.blogspot.com/2009/01/what-fun-day-at-work.html' title='What?  A fun day at work?'/><author><name>Trish Begley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02715896341360702234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jl3qlckl9LM/SSAVHzCP2vI/AAAAAAAAAFY/WT736pVMn20/S220/Dave_Trish.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8442871277846284121.post-8189141644501279895</id><published>2009-01-28T07:46:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T07:55:47.039-05:00</updated><title type='text'>We watched in awe as the sky lit up in blue....</title><content type='html'>Unfortunately, somewhere in downtown Loveland electricity was arc'ing!  We could only guess that a tree limb had fallen on an electric line.  I heard large tree limbs falling this morning at home in the surrounding woods and we had to move some off of our road on our way out but fortunately, we still had power.  No satellite though!!  The dish is all iced over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I walked Copper last evening, he was loving the snow.  If you say "Get the snow!" he jumps up and tries to grab snowflakes as they are falling.  Cracks me up.  Yes, as everyone knows, I love my dog...  =)   This morning though, different story on the ice covered snow.  Every step was a cautious adventure for him.  However, when he did step down, through the ice and into the snow, he would then stick his nose down into the new hole and sniff like he had just found a secret tunnel and then come up with a snow-covered muzzle and excited eyes.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope everyone is safe today!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8442871277846284121-8189141644501279895?l=trishbegley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trishbegley.blogspot.com/feeds/8189141644501279895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8442871277846284121&amp;postID=8189141644501279895' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442871277846284121/posts/default/8189141644501279895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442871277846284121/posts/default/8189141644501279895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trishbegley.blogspot.com/2009/01/we-watched-in-awe-as-sky-lit-up-in-blue.html' title='We watched in awe as the sky lit up in blue....'/><author><name>Trish Begley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02715896341360702234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jl3qlckl9LM/SSAVHzCP2vI/AAAAAAAAAFY/WT736pVMn20/S220/Dave_Trish.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8442871277846284121.post-7183182659625700230</id><published>2009-01-26T19:17:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T19:46:26.022-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Complimentary Angles</title><content type='html'>Complimentary angles.  That's what Dave and I must be.  He likes diet pepsi and I like diet coke.  He likes the white meat, I like the dark.  When we order salads, he grabs any onion on mine, I grab the croutons from his.  He is thinking of something and then I am asking him a question about that same thing.  (He will laugh at me and yell "Stop doing that!")  I forget something at home, he goes back to get it for me =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can slice nice thin pieces of tomato, he can fry the bacon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Together we make a right angle.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8442871277846284121-7183182659625700230?l=trishbegley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trishbegley.blogspot.com/feeds/7183182659625700230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8442871277846284121&amp;postID=7183182659625700230' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442871277846284121/posts/default/7183182659625700230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442871277846284121/posts/default/7183182659625700230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trishbegley.blogspot.com/2009/01/complimentary-angles.html' title='Complimentary Angles'/><author><name>Trish Begley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02715896341360702234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jl3qlckl9LM/SSAVHzCP2vI/AAAAAAAAAFY/WT736pVMn20/S220/Dave_Trish.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8442871277846284121.post-7963810944811595189</id><published>2009-01-21T19:46:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T19:52:57.444-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A long week</title><content type='html'>It's been a hectic week of hosting a training class.  And if there is any doubt about the truth in that, when I got out of the shower this morning, Dave said that if I were holding a cup of coffee, I would look like the picture P-Ray posted 1.18.09.  =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8442871277846284121-7963810944811595189?l=trishbegley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trishbegley.blogspot.com/feeds/7963810944811595189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8442871277846284121&amp;postID=7963810944811595189' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442871277846284121/posts/default/7963810944811595189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442871277846284121/posts/default/7963810944811595189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trishbegley.blogspot.com/2009/01/long-week.html' title='A long week'/><author><name>Trish Begley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02715896341360702234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jl3qlckl9LM/SSAVHzCP2vI/AAAAAAAAAFY/WT736pVMn20/S220/Dave_Trish.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8442871277846284121.post-218728807225404212</id><published>2009-01-19T11:29:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T11:33:29.468-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Push those boundaries!</title><content type='html'>Getting in shape is a great goal...but I have to say there is just something wrong about a man sitting at his desk on one of those huge orange pilate exercise balls.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just wrong...  lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8442871277846284121-218728807225404212?l=trishbegley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trishbegley.blogspot.com/feeds/218728807225404212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8442871277846284121&amp;postID=218728807225404212' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442871277846284121/posts/default/218728807225404212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442871277846284121/posts/default/218728807225404212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trishbegley.blogspot.com/2009/01/push-those-boundaries.html' title='Push those boundaries!'/><author><name>Trish Begley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02715896341360702234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jl3qlckl9LM/SSAVHzCP2vI/AAAAAAAAAFY/WT736pVMn20/S220/Dave_Trish.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8442871277846284121.post-6791600703767074063</id><published>2009-01-18T21:35:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T21:54:47.690-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Breaking Habits</title><content type='html'>New Year's resolutions are usually about creating good habits - or in reality, breaking bad ones.  Not an easy task though sometimes.  Here's where self discipline comes in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, wouldn't it be nice to have some reliable tips for kicking these habits?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have any helpful hints for others on a habit you have broken, are working on, etc., comment it here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, always begin any journey with prayer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, here are two of mine:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smoking - I smoked off and on for years.  Finally, I quit and I found it helpful to drink a whole glass of water whenever I had a craving.  It killed the urge.  It also helped to have type of hard candy handy.&lt;br /&gt;I have been cigarette free for eight years&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drinking out of the milk jug - Buy your milk from Sam's!  No way you can drink from that thing without it going all down the front of yourself...  =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8442871277846284121-6791600703767074063?l=trishbegley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trishbegley.blogspot.com/feeds/6791600703767074063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8442871277846284121&amp;postID=6791600703767074063' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442871277846284121/posts/default/6791600703767074063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442871277846284121/posts/default/6791600703767074063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trishbegley.blogspot.com/2009/01/breaking-habits.html' title='Breaking Habits'/><author><name>Trish Begley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02715896341360702234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jl3qlckl9LM/SSAVHzCP2vI/AAAAAAAAAFY/WT736pVMn20/S220/Dave_Trish.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8442871277846284121.post-776252678336465213</id><published>2009-01-16T20:03:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T20:08:29.247-05:00</updated><title type='text'>You know it's cold when...</title><content type='html'>The dog goes back to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning Copper got up with us as usual and was taken outside.  When he came back in, he ran directly upstairs and got back in bed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucky dog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8442871277846284121-776252678336465213?l=trishbegley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trishbegley.blogspot.com/feeds/776252678336465213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8442871277846284121&amp;postID=776252678336465213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442871277846284121/posts/default/776252678336465213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442871277846284121/posts/default/776252678336465213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trishbegley.blogspot.com/2009/01/you-know-its-cold-when.html' title='You know it&apos;s cold when...'/><author><name>Trish Begley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02715896341360702234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jl3qlckl9LM/SSAVHzCP2vI/AAAAAAAAAFY/WT736pVMn20/S220/Dave_Trish.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8442871277846284121.post-6009323628311850122</id><published>2009-01-13T07:36:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T07:53:59.838-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving on</title><content type='html'>If anyone read what I wrote yesterday, I am sorry for ranting.  It was a time of emotional response and since I can't vent to anyone at work, I used this space.  I read it again later and gave myself a literal kick in the butt for posting it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, this space is supposed to be about sharing my walk with Jesus with others - not about trite work incidents.  It has to be personal because, well, it is personal!  But petty little incidents are not worthy of my time or anyone else's for that matter.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, Moving on... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I listened to John's message from Sunday by downloading the podcast from I-Tunes.  We at CP are so fortunate to have such a great guy to assist Ray with the messages.  10 thumbs up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reading Ray's blog, it is very scary to think that someone could come in to our church and just starting blasting.  It seems to be one of those things that we think couldn't happen to us but the reality is that it could.  Makes you think.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8442871277846284121-6009323628311850122?l=trishbegley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trishbegley.blogspot.com/feeds/6009323628311850122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8442871277846284121&amp;postID=6009323628311850122' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442871277846284121/posts/default/6009323628311850122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442871277846284121/posts/default/6009323628311850122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trishbegley.blogspot.com/2009/01/moving-on.html' title='Moving on'/><author><name>Trish Begley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02715896341360702234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jl3qlckl9LM/SSAVHzCP2vI/AAAAAAAAAFY/WT736pVMn20/S220/Dave_Trish.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8442871277846284121.post-8329570043744110972</id><published>2009-01-11T07:21:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T07:47:56.959-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bacon-Challenged</title><content type='html'>Hi, my name is Trish and I can't fry bacon.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I attempt to fix it but it is either too crunchy or too chewy.  I fixed a pound last night to include with fan-tabulous baked potato soup and threw it away!  Dave graciously offered to fix some more and guess what?  It turned out beautiful.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, the real problem isn't that I can't fry it, it's that I am inconsistent.  When I do fry bacon, at least one person in my house is happy because Dave likes it crunchy and Erin likes it chewy.  So, the real issues are - &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Consistency.  No two times are alike!  crunchy, chewy, crunchy, chewy&lt;br /&gt;2.  Satisfying.  Trying to please two different people with the same thing at the same time is difficult.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, these two things realy made me think (while Dave fried up the next pound, I had to time to ponder...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being consistent.  For those who are OCD (or CDO), this probably isn't a challenge.  But for those like me who have ten different things going on all at once and have OCD as well, it CAN be a challenge.  Something to work on.  ** Along with consistency comes dependability (can I get a "Uh Huh!")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Satisfying more than one person.  Another lesson.  We're all different and have different, although similar, needs.  I have really learned a lot about this while serving with children at CP and over the years with soccer, scouts, 4-H, etc.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are some children who want to participate, some who want to serve, and some who just want to "do."  All of these are great traits and definitely necessary and make any children's class well-rounded.  If you have ten kids all wanting to just "do" that would be a little difficult!  As the big kid, you have to get to know each child and what gets them into the message.  Whether it be reading from the Bible, handing out supplies, or commenting on the lesson, or even just listening, they each need to be involved in some way for the message to be effective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there is my admission for the day.  I can relate anything to food.  =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8442871277846284121-8329570043744110972?l=trishbegley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trishbegley.blogspot.com/feeds/8329570043744110972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8442871277846284121&amp;postID=8329570043744110972' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442871277846284121/posts/default/8329570043744110972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442871277846284121/posts/default/8329570043744110972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trishbegley.blogspot.com/2009/01/bacon-challenged.html' title='Bacon-Challenged'/><author><name>Trish Begley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02715896341360702234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jl3qlckl9LM/SSAVHzCP2vI/AAAAAAAAAFY/WT736pVMn20/S220/Dave_Trish.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8442871277846284121.post-5048928390782445697</id><published>2009-01-09T07:54:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T07:59:22.222-05:00</updated><title type='text'>You say Tomato</title><content type='html'>I say "Ragu' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dave and I had are Thursday night date night and stopped for some soup.  I haven't been feeling well so soup has been the only thing on the menu this week.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Campbell's tomato soup - my papa made it for me as a kid and I have been hooked since.  However, the tomato soup I ordered for dinner last night was wretched!  I looked at it, smelled it, and then looked at Dave and said...this smells disgusting.  It smelled like spaghetti sauce!  Okay, so I was brave and took a spoonful and the smell didn't lie...it tasted like Ragu spaghetti sauce!  I thought I was going to lose it right there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a positive note, I took the soup back to the counter and the person behind the counter agreed with me and let me have a different soup instead.  Customer service wins every time you know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8442871277846284121-5048928390782445697?l=trishbegley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trishbegley.blogspot.com/feeds/5048928390782445697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8442871277846284121&amp;postID=5048928390782445697' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442871277846284121/posts/default/5048928390782445697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442871277846284121/posts/default/5048928390782445697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trishbegley.blogspot.com/2009/01/you-say-tomato.html' title='You say Tomato'/><author><name>Trish Begley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02715896341360702234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jl3qlckl9LM/SSAVHzCP2vI/AAAAAAAAAFY/WT736pVMn20/S220/Dave_Trish.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8442871277846284121.post-6854715884482003379</id><published>2009-01-08T13:04:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T13:23:35.113-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Would you like a Free Lunch?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jl3qlckl9LM/SWZEV_1yeyI/AAAAAAAAAGg/8fa85j4-V8s/s1600-h/children.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:center; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 95px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jl3qlckl9LM/SWZEV_1yeyI/AAAAAAAAAGg/8fa85j4-V8s/s320/children.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288989957098208034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you ready for some...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Serious Movement?  &lt;br /&gt;Unbelievable Excitement?  &lt;br /&gt;Outrageously Super-Hyped Kids who love Jesus? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am!  We've been stirring in the community - now its time to rock-it!  (rocket????)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anybody else ready to feed the children with the Fan-Tabulous news about Jesus?  If you are then we NEED you!  Please email me at tbegley@belcan.com and let me know that you want to be a part of building the greatest children's program around.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's time.  It's here.  It's now.&lt;br /&gt;(It's &lt;strong&gt;past &lt;/strong&gt;time!  It &lt;strong&gt;has &lt;/strong&gt;been here!  It &lt;strong&gt;should have been&lt;/strong&gt; yesterday!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll have a kick-off lunch-n-learn and map out a spectacular path for the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, that means Free Food  =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8442871277846284121-6854715884482003379?l=trishbegley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trishbegley.blogspot.com/feeds/6854715884482003379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8442871277846284121&amp;postID=6854715884482003379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442871277846284121/posts/default/6854715884482003379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442871277846284121/posts/default/6854715884482003379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trishbegley.blogspot.com/2009/01/would-you-like-free-lunch.html' title='Would you like a Free Lunch?'/><author><name>Trish Begley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02715896341360702234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jl3qlckl9LM/SSAVHzCP2vI/AAAAAAAAAFY/WT736pVMn20/S220/Dave_Trish.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jl3qlckl9LM/SWZEV_1yeyI/AAAAAAAAAGg/8fa85j4-V8s/s72-c/children.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8442871277846284121.post-5326768894572289068</id><published>2009-01-08T07:51:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T07:53:49.660-05:00</updated><title type='text'>If you google "42"...</title><content type='html'>...the first result is quotes from "The Hitchiker's Guide to the Galaxy." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you all so much for the well wishes!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8442871277846284121-5326768894572289068?l=trishbegley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trishbegley.blogspot.com/feeds/5326768894572289068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8442871277846284121&amp;postID=5326768894572289068' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442871277846284121/posts/default/5326768894572289068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442871277846284121/posts/default/5326768894572289068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trishbegley.blogspot.com/2009/01/if-you-google-42.html' title='If you google &quot;42&quot;...'/><author><name>Trish Begley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02715896341360702234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jl3qlckl9LM/SSAVHzCP2vI/AAAAAAAAAFY/WT736pVMn20/S220/Dave_Trish.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8442871277846284121.post-2664466703969224419</id><published>2009-01-07T10:18:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T10:40:20.137-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Answer to Life, the Universe, and Everything</title><content type='html'>42&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I am 42 years old today.  And, one of my all time favorite books is "Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy."  (not the movie...)  If you have read it, you will appreciate the # 42.  The version of the book that I own is a trilogy, in four parts!    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If not, you could also say what is the answer to 6 x 9?  &lt;strong&gt;42&lt;/strong&gt; (in base 13...)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8442871277846284121-2664466703969224419?l=trishbegley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trishbegley.blogspot.com/feeds/2664466703969224419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8442871277846284121&amp;postID=2664466703969224419' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442871277846284121/posts/default/2664466703969224419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442871277846284121/posts/default/2664466703969224419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trishbegley.blogspot.com/2009/01/answer-to-life-universe-and-everything.html' title='Answer to Life, the Universe, and Everything'/><author><name>Trish Begley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02715896341360702234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jl3qlckl9LM/SSAVHzCP2vI/AAAAAAAAAFY/WT736pVMn20/S220/Dave_Trish.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8442871277846284121.post-2244814444600490852</id><published>2008-12-28T13:52:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T14:28:27.870-05:00</updated><title type='text'>More pictures</title><content type='html'>I should have taken more pictures than I did but here are a couple of the fam...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jl3qlckl9LM/SVfNXu-ZODI/AAAAAAAAAGI/_w6mfjRWC7o/s1600-h/AndrewJulie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jl3qlckl9LM/SVfNXu-ZODI/AAAAAAAAAGI/_w6mfjRWC7o/s320/AndrewJulie.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284918495372982322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My son Andrew and his girl, Julie.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jl3qlckl9LM/SVfOS35bgaI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/80PNq7wbWhc/s1600-h/Christmas2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jl3qlckl9LM/SVfOS35bgaI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/80PNq7wbWhc/s320/Christmas2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284919511380361634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I told them all that if they don't let me take their picture when I ask, then I just won't ask...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jl3qlckl9LM/SVfTEw4FEJI/AAAAAAAAAGY/p3p2LQ7aeaM/s1600-h/copper_hatsm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 223px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jl3qlckl9LM/SVfTEw4FEJI/AAAAAAAAAGY/p3p2LQ7aeaM/s320/copper_hatsm.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284924766535618706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only he could talk!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8442871277846284121-2244814444600490852?l=trishbegley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trishbegley.blogspot.com/feeds/2244814444600490852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8442871277846284121&amp;postID=2244814444600490852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442871277846284121/posts/default/2244814444600490852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442871277846284121/posts/default/2244814444600490852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trishbegley.blogspot.com/2008/12/more-pictures.html' title='More pictures'/><author><name>Trish Begley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02715896341360702234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jl3qlckl9LM/SSAVHzCP2vI/AAAAAAAAAFY/WT736pVMn20/S220/Dave_Trish.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jl3qlckl9LM/SVfNXu-ZODI/AAAAAAAAAGI/_w6mfjRWC7o/s72-c/AndrewJulie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8442871277846284121.post-6125152262005564427</id><published>2008-12-27T15:19:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T15:25:39.461-05:00</updated><title type='text'>When you ignore the cat on Christmas Day....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jl3qlckl9LM/SVaOrO-xXpI/AAAAAAAAAGA/znbhqvDpoRo/s1600-h/Riley_sm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jl3qlckl9LM/SVaOrO-xXpI/AAAAAAAAAGA/znbhqvDpoRo/s320/Riley_sm.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284568086172753554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;He places himself in the middle of what you are doing, gives you the stink-eye, and double-dog dares you to keep ignoring him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8442871277846284121-6125152262005564427?l=trishbegley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trishbegley.blogspot.com/feeds/6125152262005564427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8442871277846284121&amp;postID=6125152262005564427' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442871277846284121/posts/default/6125152262005564427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442871277846284121/posts/default/6125152262005564427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trishbegley.blogspot.com/2008/12/when-you-ignore-cat-on-christmas-day.html' title='When you ignore the cat on Christmas Day....'/><author><name>Trish Begley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02715896341360702234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jl3qlckl9LM/SSAVHzCP2vI/AAAAAAAAAFY/WT736pVMn20/S220/Dave_Trish.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jl3qlckl9LM/SVaOrO-xXpI/AAAAAAAAAGA/znbhqvDpoRo/s72-c/Riley_sm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8442871277846284121.post-7009504254504104124</id><published>2008-12-23T12:07:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T12:26:04.847-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Review over - making plans for next year =)</title><content type='html'>So I had my annual review and it was fine - lasted about 2 minutes...lol  After five years, he knows me. He looked over my evaluation sheet and his first comment was "why did you give yourself a 3 on quality of work?  You're much better than that..."  Blushing, I replied that I didn't want to boost myself too much and that I had found it difficult to be objective about my own performance.  He said..."not me, I would have given myself all 5's" then laughed.  I told him that that was what Dave said and we had a good laugh again.  We didn't really discuss anything else, just moved on to the next person.  The others did take longer but really, I get feedback from him everyday - and there is never a doubt that when something is not done properly, he will let me know.  He has only sort of got on me for something 2x in the last five years so I guess he knows I strive to please.  Next year I might just walk in there with all 5's just to see what he says!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you know, striving to please others can also be detrimental.  You can get so wrapped up in keeping the peace that the important facets of a situation can get lost.  Another recent difficult situation that I have been tackling logically (and spiritually) just won't resolve and has continued to escalate.  I have been praying to God to help me stop trying to control the situation and find a solution that will work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been beating myself up personally over this.  I told Dave yesterday that I better give myself a "2" on problem solving because I cannot get this put to rest!  But, he reminded me that people are people and we can only do so much ourselves and that God will get us through it.  He's so smart =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8442871277846284121-7009504254504104124?l=trishbegley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trishbegley.blogspot.com/feeds/7009504254504104124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8442871277846284121&amp;postID=7009504254504104124' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442871277846284121/posts/default/7009504254504104124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442871277846284121/posts/default/7009504254504104124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trishbegley.blogspot.com/2008/12/review-over-making-plans-for-next-year.html' title='Review over - making plans for next year =)'/><author><name>Trish Begley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02715896341360702234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jl3qlckl9LM/SSAVHzCP2vI/AAAAAAAAAFY/WT736pVMn20/S220/Dave_Trish.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8442871277846284121.post-9053143441803159306</id><published>2008-12-18T12:25:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T12:45:04.012-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Challenges of the decade</title><content type='html'>I was given two of the most challenging assignments in my career in one afternoon.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first is a new project to manage - just a different type which I am actually excited about.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second is that I have to review myself.  This isn't a self-evaluation where I give my own thoughts on what I do well and where I need improvement to impress my manager - that's a separate document.  This is for my annual review (raise...) that has to be from the perspective of my manager and will be put in my permanent file.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you do something like this objectively?  Is this a test of my character?  I don't want to pump myself up too much but I also don't want to dull it down too much.  My boss just says:  "Give yourself a good review."  The questions are like this:  degree of accuracy, thoroughness - ability to resolve issues and make appropriate decisions - ability to work/cooperate with others.  I believe that I am adequate in these areas but am I a "3" (meets expectations) or am I a "4" (meets expectations and often goes beyond expectations)??  If I put a 4, is that an ego call?  If I put a 3 am I not giving myself enough credit?  I always try to go beyond but...   what a conundrum!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dave said I should just put all as a "5" (Outstanding), the highest ranking, and be done with it...   Of course, although he is my biggest supporter, he has to say that =)  And, I appreciate it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8442871277846284121-9053143441803159306?l=trishbegley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trishbegley.blogspot.com/feeds/9053143441803159306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8442871277846284121&amp;postID=9053143441803159306' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442871277846284121/posts/default/9053143441803159306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442871277846284121/posts/default/9053143441803159306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trishbegley.blogspot.com/2008/12/challenges-of-decade.html' title='Challenges of the decade'/><author><name>Trish Begley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02715896341360702234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jl3qlckl9LM/SSAVHzCP2vI/AAAAAAAAAFY/WT736pVMn20/S220/Dave_Trish.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8442871277846284121.post-2812809226344198707</id><published>2008-12-17T13:02:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T13:02:58.365-05:00</updated><title type='text'>To All Who Helped...</title><content type='html'>I hope that I found you and thanked you personally but in case I missed someone during the hectic rush Saturday afternoon and Sunday morning - &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thank you&lt;/strong&gt; so much for all the work you did at our Christmas Workshop!  Karen, Susan, Sarah, Christine, Diana, Lynn, Erin, Dave, Jared - you are all so superb-fantastic.  I am in awe.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I worried that no one would show-up but right at 4:00, families came bursting through the doors, ready for some fun.  And I really believe they had fun!  The kids were smiling, covering the tables with glue and stickers, and begging to play the tossing games just "one more time."  Even the Build A Snowman turned out to be a fun and interesting activity for them (I was unsure if it would even work...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We reached out to the community and they responded.  Now we just need to grow bigger arms!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8442871277846284121-2812809226344198707?l=trishbegley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trishbegley.blogspot.com/feeds/2812809226344198707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8442871277846284121&amp;postID=2812809226344198707' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442871277846284121/posts/default/2812809226344198707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442871277846284121/posts/default/2812809226344198707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trishbegley.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-hope-that-i-found-you-and-thanked-you.html' title='To All Who Helped...'/><author><name>Trish Begley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02715896341360702234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jl3qlckl9LM/SSAVHzCP2vI/AAAAAAAAAFY/WT736pVMn20/S220/Dave_Trish.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8442871277846284121.post-7252994566182703619</id><published>2008-12-12T15:12:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T15:23:46.313-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bedbugs...ewwwww but cool</title><content type='html'>I learned something new today - an Orkin guy in my office building gave me the 411 on bedbugs.  Yep, it was an "ewwww" and "cool" session!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked about the infestation reported on the news and he did confirm that Cincinnati is full of the little critters - the news reports aren't lying!  He showed me a live adult bug (in a sealed vial) and I spent some time looking at it.  If you can imagine a flat tick, that's what it looked like.  Apparently they only turn brown after feeding...the ewwww part.  But, they are quite the clever little thing, flattening themselves to fit even in seams of quilting.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cool part is that because the infestation is so bad in Cincinnati, they are giving him a dog that can find bedbugs.  That is fascinating to me.  How can a dog sniff out a bedbug?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After talking I have to admit that I had the "heeby geebies" and was itching here and there.  And, I am going home tonight and checking the spots where he said they like to hide.  I have no reason to suspect that we have them but I just want to be sure.  Paranoid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One word of advice - these pests don't just hang out in the "bad" homes!  Anybody can get them from anywhere! (hospitals, doctor's offices, office bldgs)  He mentioned that when people get together for the holidays, they come to your house and take their coats off...and lay the coats on your bed. Tonight I am also buying a coat tree.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8442871277846284121-7252994566182703619?l=trishbegley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trishbegley.blogspot.com/feeds/7252994566182703619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8442871277846284121&amp;postID=7252994566182703619' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442871277846284121/posts/default/7252994566182703619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442871277846284121/posts/default/7252994566182703619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trishbegley.blogspot.com/2008/12/bedbugsewwwww-but-cool.html' title='Bedbugs...ewwwww but cool'/><author><name>Trish Begley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02715896341360702234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jl3qlckl9LM/SSAVHzCP2vI/AAAAAAAAAFY/WT736pVMn20/S220/Dave_Trish.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8442871277846284121.post-7398037570658804026</id><published>2008-12-11T16:24:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T16:36:13.310-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tree Angels</title><content type='html'>We have a Salvation Army Angel Tree at work.  We put tags on it of children in need and then employees choose an "angel" and donate a gift to that child.  The true angels are the people who choose a tag.  I have been checking on the tags to make sure they are all chosen and they have been!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, our tree is bursting with donated/requested gifts.  I can't tell you how emotional it made me to see such an abundance of giving.  There is everything from clothes to playsets to books and even bicycles!  I am sure that my family is not the only one struggling with buying Christmas gifts this year but somehow, these people found a way to provide another's child with gifts.  This is the first year that all the tags were taken from the tree.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We put up three angel trees in Cincinnati and all three have been emptied of tags and filled with joy.  Blessings are everywhere!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8442871277846284121-7398037570658804026?l=trishbegley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trishbegley.blogspot.com/feeds/7398037570658804026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8442871277846284121&amp;postID=7398037570658804026' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442871277846284121/posts/default/7398037570658804026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442871277846284121/posts/default/7398037570658804026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trishbegley.blogspot.com/2008/12/tree-angels.html' title='Tree Angels'/><author><name>Trish Begley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02715896341360702234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jl3qlckl9LM/SSAVHzCP2vI/AAAAAAAAAFY/WT736pVMn20/S220/Dave_Trish.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8442871277846284121.post-1568819260863595954</id><published>2008-12-09T11:48:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T11:55:56.712-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jl3qlckl9LM/ST6jFW1JciI/AAAAAAAAAF4/fw5fYYlkQzI/s1600-h/Workshop3_big.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 218px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jl3qlckl9LM/ST6jFW1JciI/AAAAAAAAAF4/fw5fYYlkQzI/s320/Workshop3_big.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277835125747970594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8442871277846284121-1568819260863595954?l=trishbegley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trishbegley.blogspot.com/feeds/1568819260863595954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8442871277846284121&amp;postID=1568819260863595954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442871277846284121/posts/default/1568819260863595954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442871277846284121/posts/default/1568819260863595954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trishbegley.blogspot.com/2008/12/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Trish Begley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02715896341360702234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jl3qlckl9LM/SSAVHzCP2vI/AAAAAAAAAFY/WT736pVMn20/S220/Dave_Trish.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jl3qlckl9LM/ST6jFW1JciI/AAAAAAAAAF4/fw5fYYlkQzI/s72-c/Workshop3_big.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8442871277846284121.post-7972903271792647108</id><published>2008-12-08T12:10:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T12:31:52.069-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Parenting 102:  Hindsight 20/20</title><content type='html'>Don't you wish kids came with an instruction booklet?  There's nothing more difficult then trying to decide the best path to take when it comes to your kids.  There are just too many scenarios to mention!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents stunk (stink) at being parents.  They had so much animosity between them that everything had to be a battle and blame-fest.  You can imagine... Good things were taken credit for by both, not-so-good things blamed on the other.  As an adult, I realized that my parents expected me to handle situations like an adult when I was still a kid.  This has been one of the biggest influences for me with my kids.  When we have a difficult situation, whether it is something they are going through personally or something we are dealing with as a divorced-parents family, I have weighed carefully their age and maturity in any decision-making.  I would not expect them, even as teenagers, to make an adult decision by themselves.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your kids need you at every age (even as adults!)  When they are small, they need us to set their boundaries.  When they are teenagers, &lt;em&gt;they need us to set their boundaries.&lt;/em&gt;  I think the hardest part about when they are older is that you can't just reach over and pick them up and out of the mud puddle -- You have to let them wade over to you first...otherwise you end up in the puddle too  =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only we had an instruction booklet..but where's the fun in that?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8442871277846284121-7972903271792647108?l=trishbegley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trishbegley.blogspot.com/feeds/7972903271792647108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8442871277846284121&amp;postID=7972903271792647108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442871277846284121/posts/default/7972903271792647108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442871277846284121/posts/default/7972903271792647108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trishbegley.blogspot.com/2008/12/parenting-102-hindsight-2020.html' title='Parenting 102:  Hindsight 20/20'/><author><name>Trish Begley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02715896341360702234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jl3qlckl9LM/SSAVHzCP2vI/AAAAAAAAAFY/WT736pVMn20/S220/Dave_Trish.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8442871277846284121.post-8877003914571378523</id><published>2008-11-29T06:48:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T07:01:19.755-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Traditions</title><content type='html'>Over the years, we all develop traditions and it can be fun!  Erin and I sort of started one last year by going out together on "Black Friday."&lt;br /&gt;This year we went out but not really early.  Funniest thing is that although we walked the entire store, we bought groceries and  only one gift and it was very random and not on sale.  This happened though...while we weren't looking, someone took it out of our cart!  This was a small item and there plenty of them on the shelf and not something in high demand.  I guess someone thought it might have been the last one.  I hope they enjoy it.  In the meantime, we just went back and got another one off the shelf =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8442871277846284121-8877003914571378523?l=trishbegley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trishbegley.blogspot.com/feeds/8877003914571378523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8442871277846284121&amp;postID=8877003914571378523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442871277846284121/posts/default/8877003914571378523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442871277846284121/posts/default/8877003914571378523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trishbegley.blogspot.com/2008/11/traditions.html' title='Traditions'/><author><name>Trish Begley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02715896341360702234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jl3qlckl9LM/SSAVHzCP2vI/AAAAAAAAAFY/WT736pVMn20/S220/Dave_Trish.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8442871277846284121.post-396931728780031271</id><published>2008-11-26T15:58:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T16:04:58.494-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Home for the holidays</title><content type='html'>When all three of my kids are home at the same time, I get excited!  Yes, they disagree and argue but for the most part, we have a good time.  This Thanksgiving we were planning on not being all together as one of my sons was going to go with his father out of town.  I was so happy when he called this morning from our house to tell me that he changed his mind at the last minute!  He will probably get bored before the week is up but for now I will just revel in the fact that they are all home for the holiday.  When they are all married with their own families I will probably be that type of mother who uses guilt to get them all to my house for a holiday.  =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, if I can just get them all to church with me on Sunday...  I guess it is time to remember that it's not my battle and that God has his own time table.  I will just keep doing what I am supposed to do and let Him handle the rest.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8442871277846284121-396931728780031271?l=trishbegley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trishbegley.blogspot.com/feeds/396931728780031271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8442871277846284121&amp;postID=396931728780031271' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442871277846284121/posts/default/396931728780031271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442871277846284121/posts/default/396931728780031271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trishbegley.blogspot.com/2008/11/home-for-holidays.html' title='Home for the holidays'/><author><name>Trish Begley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02715896341360702234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jl3qlckl9LM/SSAVHzCP2vI/AAAAAAAAAFY/WT736pVMn20/S220/Dave_Trish.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8442871277846284121.post-4916343206909796370</id><published>2008-11-25T07:11:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T07:15:11.177-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Finding time to think</title><content type='html'>Sometimes finding a quiet moment to put your thoughts together can be a challenge.  You can plan for it but let's face it, the best laid plans in our hectic lives don't always materialize.  An alternative?  The shower!  But be careful, thinking too much in the shower can lead to using your facial wash as shampoo...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8442871277846284121-4916343206909796370?l=trishbegley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trishbegley.blogspot.com/feeds/4916343206909796370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8442871277846284121&amp;postID=4916343206909796370' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442871277846284121/posts/default/4916343206909796370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442871277846284121/posts/default/4916343206909796370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trishbegley.blogspot.com/2008/11/finding-time-to-think.html' title='Finding time to think'/><author><name>Trish Begley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02715896341360702234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jl3qlckl9LM/SSAVHzCP2vI/AAAAAAAAAFY/WT736pVMn20/S220/Dave_Trish.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8442871277846284121.post-8188582873934530917</id><published>2008-11-17T13:07:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T13:23:32.917-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What Owns You?</title><content type='html'>Not long ago, Dave, Erin, and I visited with John's small group and the discussion was really incredible:  We talked about what "owns" us.  Everyone had areas to work on, things they were struggling with, from money to our jobs, to our families.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erin commented that the "barn" owned her, which was her part-time pay/full-time-work job.  After events of the last couple of weeks, Erin no longer works at the "barn."    She worked in order to lease a horse and have riding lessons but circumstances had gotten out of control and there was no other choice but for her to resign.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dave and I want her to continue to ride but we don't have the means right now to buy a horse (serious $$$$) so we turned it over to God - if she is meant to ride, God will provide.  He did.  =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Erin is no longer owned by the Barn!   And she still gets to care for, ride, and show a horse.  God is awesome and He proves it every day.  If we are willing to do the work, He is willing to provide.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8442871277846284121-8188582873934530917?l=trishbegley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trishbegley.blogspot.com/feeds/8188582873934530917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8442871277846284121&amp;postID=8188582873934530917' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442871277846284121/posts/default/8188582873934530917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442871277846284121/posts/default/8188582873934530917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trishbegley.blogspot.com/2008/11/what-owns-you.html' title='What Owns You?'/><author><name>Trish Begley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02715896341360702234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jl3qlckl9LM/SSAVHzCP2vI/AAAAAAAAAFY/WT736pVMn20/S220/Dave_Trish.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8442871277846284121.post-5325216522734255140</id><published>2008-11-15T13:20:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T13:25:10.837-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Can I sit by your wife?</title><content type='html'>Anyone guess who asked Dave this last evening?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cracked me up when Dave told me on the way home.  Of course, his answer, "Yes, I guess I will let you do that."  (hint - he's under 10 years of age...lol)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8442871277846284121-5325216522734255140?l=trishbegley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trishbegley.blogspot.com/feeds/5325216522734255140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8442871277846284121&amp;postID=5325216522734255140' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442871277846284121/posts/default/5325216522734255140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442871277846284121/posts/default/5325216522734255140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trishbegley.blogspot.com/2008/11/can-i-sit-by-your-wife.html' title='Can I sit by your wife?'/><author><name>Trish Begley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02715896341360702234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jl3qlckl9LM/SSAVHzCP2vI/AAAAAAAAAFY/WT736pVMn20/S220/Dave_Trish.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8442871277846284121.post-39274002858022615</id><published>2008-11-13T15:27:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T08:30:25.132-05:00</updated><title type='text'>When it sticks</title><content type='html'>As parents of (many) teenagers, we often wonder how much of our advice travels off into the great space beyond and how much is taken seriously.  It is a great part of growing up - learning to decide what to do and who to listen to - making good decisions in general.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It feels like such a great accomplishment when your advice is taken and it works out great!  It is even greater to know that even without your advice, your teen is making good decisions and showing integrity - even to other adults.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have found that in most children events, whether it is sports or another type of club, that when trouble rises, it really isn't the kids - look closely - it's the adults.  If the kids are involved in the conflict, they are just following the pattern of the adults.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our daughter is an amazing person.  She has been having to deal with things beyond her age and has really come out better and stronger for the way she has handled the situations.  It was one of those times when as a mom, I wanted to get into the middle of it and defend her to the end because the other so-called "adults" were being absolutely ridiculous and soooo childish!  However, she asked us to not interfere so Dave and I took the stance of supporting her while she made decisions, only giving her the advice to "rise above" the situation - be the one who behaves in the most profound way.  And she did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She came home last evening with a smile and said to us "you'd be proud of me."  (of course...duh)  She did not run away and hide from adversity but stood tall and proud of herself and faced it and finally, things are calming down for her in that respect.  It took a teenager for the adults to behave appropriately.  She behaved more maturely than any of the adults involved.  She is amazing.  She is smiling more now too =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From even during my own teen years, there were those girls whose only goal was to see how many boys they could get to like them or how many parties they could attend, etc.  Their self-image was so low that they needed the attention of as many as possible to carry them.  Unfortunately, the parents were of the same mold..."the boys all like my daughter so that makes me popular too." That mostly led to other bad behaviors for the girls - drinking, partying, and unfortunately (even with my own niece), an unplanned teenage pregnancy.  These girls were all searching for something - someone to make them feel important and loved.  God was there but they just weren't looking for him yet.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our daughter is not perfect - she is still a teenager.  But, we are proud to say that our daughter is comfortable in her own shoes.  She knows who she is and what she wants and she, for the most part, understands the consequences of decisions before we even say anything and even if we don't necessarily agree.  She is determined (and somewhat stubborn...)  Just when we begin to worry, she proves that her decisions have been well thought out and that we didn't have to worry so much.  She doesn't compromise herself for anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is a teenager so we are still protective and still give the advice.  It is just nice to know that some of it does stick.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8442871277846284121-39274002858022615?l=trishbegley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trishbegley.blogspot.com/feeds/39274002858022615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8442871277846284121&amp;postID=39274002858022615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442871277846284121/posts/default/39274002858022615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442871277846284121/posts/default/39274002858022615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trishbegley.blogspot.com/2008/11/when-it-sticks.html' title='When it sticks'/><author><name>Trish Begley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02715896341360702234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jl3qlckl9LM/SSAVHzCP2vI/AAAAAAAAAFY/WT736pVMn20/S220/Dave_Trish.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8442871277846284121.post-4306068356987961442</id><published>2008-11-10T07:22:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T07:34:41.574-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The First Run</title><content type='html'>The new check-in system went well this Sunday.  I think we will have to come up with something to accomodate the two classrooms being on opposite sides of the building but that will be a small hurdle to face.  All in all, it was good.  When we have new families in church, we will be able to give them confidence in the safety and security of their children.  Providing a safe environment will remain a top priority.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will also continue to focus on keeping the children excited about Jesus! (And they are excited!)  The older kids are bringing their Bibles now and literally jumping out of their chairs with their hands in the air to ask for a chance to read a verse or two.  Of course, our "Bible All Stars" reward system may have a little to do with that...  But, for the most part, they just want to participate.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week we discussed things we were thankful for and the answers they had were amazing.  Everything from turkey sandwiches to God!  We have started a paper chain with things we are thankful for written on it.  Check it out next time you are at church.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next week we will continue to discuss thankfulness and create some outreach items for somewhere local.  We'll have a little artwork and other items to share.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have I ever mentioned how great these kids are?  =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8442871277846284121-4306068356987961442?l=trishbegley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trishbegley.blogspot.com/feeds/4306068356987961442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8442871277846284121&amp;postID=4306068356987961442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442871277846284121/posts/default/4306068356987961442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442871277846284121/posts/default/4306068356987961442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trishbegley.blogspot.com/2008/11/first-run.html' title='The First Run'/><author><name>Trish Begley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02715896341360702234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jl3qlckl9LM/SSAVHzCP2vI/AAAAAAAAAFY/WT736pVMn20/S220/Dave_Trish.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8442871277846284121.post-812557807238449497</id><published>2008-11-03T11:57:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T12:59:03.344-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Children's Ministry Precautions</title><content type='html'>First, thank you to everyone for all you do in the Children's Ministry Department.  You are helping provide a positive experience for all of the children at Center Pointe.  Our goal is to make sure all the kids know the awesome'ness of Christ and get them excited about it!  From the smallest to the biggest, we are providing activities and messages with this in mind.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we continute to grow, one of our most important roles when serving in the Children's Ministry is keeping the children SAFE!  While we can control a lot of what goes on once the door has closed, its the outside that raises more concern.  What we have been trying to do is keep the kids inside until the parent picks them up but when you have new famiies, not everyone knows everyone else.  We want everyone to be comfortable with leaving their children in our care.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, we would love to have more volunteers to work with the children on a rotation.  How can you be volunteer?  Glad you asked!!!   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first step is to let Pastor Ray or me know that you are insterested in being a volunteer.  Easy enough =)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once you have made that decision, you will have an interview with Pastor Ray and a background screening.  The only steps left are finding out what area you are most interested in and then placing you on the rotation.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Sunday, November 9, 2008, we will begin to check-in and check-out the children as they enter the children's ministry area.  When children arrive, they can go immediately into the children's services area for their own worship service but there will be someone posted to sign them in.  What this means is that the parent or custodian of each child will bring them to the check-in table where they will receive stickers that have a number on them.  The sticker will be placed on the child and then the parents will receive a matching number sticker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This number will serve two purposes:  1.  When service is over, parents can pick up their children based on the number system.  This way each child goes to the appropriate person and we know that they are out of our care and safely into the care of their parents/custodians.  2.  If we need the parent during service for any reason - diaper changes, etc., we will flash that number during service on the screen so that the parent knows they are needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IMPORTANT:  Once the child enters the children's services area, they do not leave until they are checked-out by the same person who checked them in.  (We will have assistants available in the ministry for necessary bathroom trips, etc.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I know that fellowship is a very important part of being in a church family - but it would be nice for the children's ministry volunteers if the parents/guardians could pick up their children promptly after service.  The kids get restless knowing that service is over and the volunteers would also like time to fellowship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a nutshell:  Keeping children safe requires us to take precautions.  &lt;br /&gt;**First, children are checked-in with the children's ministry volunteers and can only leave if they are appropriately checked-out.  &lt;br /&gt;**Second, only those who have been through the screening process can participate in the classrooms with the children's ministry.  Random entry is discouraged because it causes an interruption in momentum and sometimes opens an escape route for the children.  These kids are fantastic!  But they are kids...so keep in mind that they can lose focus quickly and that they are quite clever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you again for all you do.  You are all awesome!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8442871277846284121-812557807238449497?l=trishbegley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trishbegley.blogspot.com/feeds/812557807238449497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8442871277846284121&amp;postID=812557807238449497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442871277846284121/posts/default/812557807238449497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442871277846284121/posts/default/812557807238449497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trishbegley.blogspot.com/2008/11/childrens-ministry-precautions.html' title='Children&apos;s Ministry Precautions'/><author><name>Trish Begley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02715896341360702234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jl3qlckl9LM/SSAVHzCP2vI/AAAAAAAAAFY/WT736pVMn20/S220/Dave_Trish.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8442871277846284121.post-1371815087018302484</id><published>2008-10-30T13:08:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T13:08:55.382-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Enthusiasm is contagious</title><content type='html'>Be a carrier!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8442871277846284121-1371815087018302484?l=trishbegley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trishbegley.blogspot.com/feeds/1371815087018302484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8442871277846284121&amp;postID=1371815087018302484' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442871277846284121/posts/default/1371815087018302484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442871277846284121/posts/default/1371815087018302484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trishbegley.blogspot.com/2008/10/enthusiasm-is-contagious.html' title='Enthusiasm is contagious'/><author><name>Trish Begley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02715896341360702234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jl3qlckl9LM/SSAVHzCP2vI/AAAAAAAAAFY/WT736pVMn20/S220/Dave_Trish.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8442871277846284121.post-6272382631761009091</id><published>2008-10-29T15:43:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T15:54:49.015-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting to know you</title><content type='html'>It was a classic V-8 Moment.  We all have those moments when an idea or thought hits you and you smack yourself on the forehead. (Hopefully others aren't doing that to you.  If they are, sorry, can't help there...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had one of those moments yesterday.  I was visiting with a church family member who is in the hospital and realized that I have never taken the time to get to know her.  I've seen her at church and even outside of church but shame on me for not taking the time to really find out who she is and what she's about!  As I was sitting there talking with her about the weather and kids and television shows, I wanted to smack myself right in the forehead but she probably would have not wanted to get to know me better then..  =)   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday mornings are hectic - I am so busy trying to get ready for service and all that I don't have the brain space a lot of times to process much more.  But that is no excuse really.  For me, it's going to start being about others who are coming in and maybe needing someone there to listen or to hug or to just say Hi.  Got to turn off the chatter inside and open my eyes a little more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a shame it would be to miss out on an opportunity to know you better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8442871277846284121-6272382631761009091?l=trishbegley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trishbegley.blogspot.com/feeds/6272382631761009091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8442871277846284121&amp;postID=6272382631761009091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442871277846284121/posts/default/6272382631761009091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442871277846284121/posts/default/6272382631761009091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trishbegley.blogspot.com/2008/10/getting-to-know-you.html' title='Getting to know you'/><author><name>Trish Begley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02715896341360702234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jl3qlckl9LM/SSAVHzCP2vI/AAAAAAAAAFY/WT736pVMn20/S220/Dave_Trish.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8442871277846284121.post-6811773547619913169</id><published>2008-10-24T19:23:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T19:38:07.819-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Blessed</title><content type='html'>We have been a little worried about heating our house because we use propane and the price is still high.  We finally gained the courage to check our tank, expecting to see it on 2%.  We were so amazed!!  We haven't had a delivery since last spring but the tank is at 32%!  We use propane for hot water too so between water and heat...  We both thanked God for taking care of us.  Now when we buy propane, it will fill the tank up and get us through a good portion of the Winter. Another reminder of how blessed we are.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8442871277846284121-6811773547619913169?l=trishbegley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trishbegley.blogspot.com/feeds/6811773547619913169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8442871277846284121&amp;postID=6811773547619913169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442871277846284121/posts/default/6811773547619913169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442871277846284121/posts/default/6811773547619913169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trishbegley.blogspot.com/2008/10/blessed.html' title='Blessed'/><author><name>Trish Begley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02715896341360702234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jl3qlckl9LM/SSAVHzCP2vI/AAAAAAAAAFY/WT736pVMn20/S220/Dave_Trish.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8442871277846284121.post-7574487577636171714</id><published>2008-10-21T13:11:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T14:44:37.969-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Grooming</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jl3qlckl9LM/SP4NZFL3xfI/AAAAAAAAAFI/_Uav5ejI0y0/s1600-h/100_1539.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jl3qlckl9LM/SP4NZFL3xfI/AAAAAAAAAFI/_Uav5ejI0y0/s320/100_1539.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259656139355178482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is said that that grooming is an important part of social order...&lt;br /&gt;I am not sure...need to ask Dan and Jared.  =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8442871277846284121-7574487577636171714?l=trishbegley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trishbegley.blogspot.com/feeds/7574487577636171714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8442871277846284121&amp;postID=7574487577636171714' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442871277846284121/posts/default/7574487577636171714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442871277846284121/posts/default/7574487577636171714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trishbegley.blogspot.com/2008/10/it-is-said-that-that-grooming-is.html' title='Grooming'/><author><name>Trish Begley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02715896341360702234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jl3qlckl9LM/SSAVHzCP2vI/AAAAAAAAAFY/WT736pVMn20/S220/Dave_Trish.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jl3qlckl9LM/SP4NZFL3xfI/AAAAAAAAAFI/_Uav5ejI0y0/s72-c/100_1539.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8442871277846284121.post-6090521932294874391</id><published>2008-10-16T12:34:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T13:13:31.206-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Stuff</title><content type='html'>I like stuff.  Not so much clothing (although Dave thinks I have too many shoes), but new technology excites me whether its something at home or work.  If it has any type of "coolness" factor, I want in on it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the past week I have had a few conversations about this topic and more importantly how the Bible shows us how to overcome the overpowering need to have more and more stuff.  Wow, Ecclesiastics is powerful!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the biggest hurdle for me was exactly as John the "Strimple Man" put it last night - being satisfied.    When does the 27" television need to become the 52" HDTV? When does a 46' yacht need to become a 60' yacht?  Don't misunderstand, if someone has the ability to purchase these items, then more power to them.  But should we go in debt for them?  Does it always have to be the biggest and best?  Can we deal with moderate?  Don't look around for the answer!  The t.v. commercials are already pushing the "latest" gears and gadgets for the upcoming holiday season, making all parents feel guilty if they don't buy their kids the newest things.  Look to the Bible to see...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may have shared with some the story of our friends who are fortunate when it comes to business and earnings.  They live very well and I don't fault them for that at all.  They are genuinely great and giving Christians who share their wealth.  However, their children were given all the newest and greatest things - computers, Ipods, 4-wheelers, dirtbikes, guitars, etc, .  Recently one of their children fell into the wrong "tribe" and ended up spiraling out of control to the point that his parents enrolled him in a private Christian-based "military" school.  This was the most difficult thing they had ever done but it was the right thing.  The mother told me that she realized that they were loving their son literally to death.  They were giving him so much, maybe to compensate for their own poor childhoods, that he and they had lost sight of any boundaries.  Their insatiable need to provide and his insatiable need to have more and more almost ruined their lives.  Neither could be satisfied.  Through God, they were able to realize that something drastic had to happen.  Last word we had was that he was doing awesome.  They have all made it through the first part but they were told that this is the honeymoon stage so they should be prepared for some difficult times.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This could happen to anyone!  This boy was the sweetest kid - we enjoyed the time he spent with our family.  Pleasant kid with a smile that made you smile back. Keep them in your prayers.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the past few years I have been able to be more patient about new stuff (somewhat...)  I think that through a combination of God, love from others, and age, I have learned to be more patient and most importantly to appreciate "stuff" for what it is:  just stuff.  It's fun but it's just stuff.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8442871277846284121-6090521932294874391?l=trishbegley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trishbegley.blogspot.com/feeds/6090521932294874391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8442871277846284121&amp;postID=6090521932294874391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442871277846284121/posts/default/6090521932294874391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442871277846284121/posts/default/6090521932294874391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trishbegley.blogspot.com/2008/10/stuff.html' title='Stuff'/><author><name>Trish Begley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02715896341360702234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jl3qlckl9LM/SSAVHzCP2vI/AAAAAAAAAFY/WT736pVMn20/S220/Dave_Trish.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8442871277846284121.post-7656810588938960293</id><published>2008-10-13T13:15:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T13:25:22.099-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Kids getting into it!</title><content type='html'>The kids this week were making Get Well cards for Joan during the last part of class.  They were really into it!  Check out the art work! Notice the angel wings on the kangaroo and lion. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, they are not for sale...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jl3qlckl9LM/SPOD-5Af89I/AAAAAAAAAEg/42qHoJJUUTM/s1600-h/card2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jl3qlckl9LM/SPOD-5Af89I/AAAAAAAAAEg/42qHoJJUUTM/s320/card2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256690306549543890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jl3qlckl9LM/SPOD_Cyk2kI/AAAAAAAAAEo/DGL1I7D-OI4/s1600-h/card3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jl3qlckl9LM/SPOD_Cyk2kI/AAAAAAAAAEo/DGL1I7D-OI4/s320/card3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256690309175499330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jl3qlckl9LM/SPOD_FSq8vI/AAAAAAAAAEw/DA3dtF0Kszw/s1600-h/card4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jl3qlckl9LM/SPOD_FSq8vI/AAAAAAAAAEw/DA3dtF0Kszw/s320/card4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256690309846987506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jl3qlckl9LM/SPOD_En902I/AAAAAAAAAE4/_Uz_0EbxMr8/s1600-h/card5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jl3qlckl9LM/SPOD_En902I/AAAAAAAAAE4/_Uz_0EbxMr8/s320/card5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256690309667869538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jl3qlckl9LM/SPOD_jfGqjI/AAAAAAAAAFA/aMFgccmvbUk/s1600-h/card6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jl3qlckl9LM/SPOD_jfGqjI/AAAAAAAAAFA/aMFgccmvbUk/s320/card6.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256690317952199218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jl3qlckl9LM/SPOD0kmV7qI/AAAAAAAAAEY/uRI5MRq7pA8/s1600-h/card1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jl3qlckl9LM/SPOD0kmV7qI/AAAAAAAAAEY/uRI5MRq7pA8/s320/card1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256690129272434338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8442871277846284121-7656810588938960293?l=trishbegley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trishbegley.blogspot.com/feeds/7656810588938960293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8442871277846284121&amp;postID=7656810588938960293' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442871277846284121/posts/default/7656810588938960293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442871277846284121/posts/default/7656810588938960293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trishbegley.blogspot.com/2008/10/kids-getting-into-it.html' title='Kids getting into it!'/><author><name>Trish Begley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02715896341360702234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jl3qlckl9LM/SSAVHzCP2vI/AAAAAAAAAFY/WT736pVMn20/S220/Dave_Trish.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jl3qlckl9LM/SPOD-5Af89I/AAAAAAAAAEg/42qHoJJUUTM/s72-c/card2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8442871277846284121.post-2061773860566910570</id><published>2008-10-11T20:21:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T21:28:25.180-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleeping in</title><content type='html'>It seems our days of sleeping in ended with our vacation.  Just a few years ago, we used that as an excuse for not making it to church every Sunday..."I never get to sleep late..."  Anyways -- my new responsibilities dictated that we even get up earlier the last two weeks and then there is Dusty's needs on the weekends, and then a wedding today.  So, no sleeping late for over two weeks.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we attended Dave's nephew's wedding which took place at the Renaissance Festival.  I have to admit that I thought it was going to be corny, BUT it was actually very nice.  I would not have wanted to get married in that type of setting but for them, it worked well.  And, the festival was fun too!  We watched jousting and some other small performances.  If it hadn't been so hot, we would have stayed even longer but the sun was cooking us (yeah, we know...wimps) plus Erin needed to get back so she could get ready for the homecoming dance. We never thought it would be worth the money, $20 per adult, to go but it is.  Just plan ahead for the show times - it's fun.  We were lucky to have free admission for the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jl3qlckl9LM/SPFSTWutCtI/AAAAAAAAAEI/JtpYjprMOic/s1600-h/erin_knight.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jl3qlckl9LM/SPFSTWutCtI/AAAAAAAAAEI/JtpYjprMOic/s320/erin_knight.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256072732590541522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jl3qlckl9LM/SPFSkWzL75I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/ksoPjoUnIcQ/s1600-h/fam_stpetes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jl3qlckl9LM/SPFSkWzL75I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/ksoPjoUnIcQ/s320/fam_stpetes.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256073024667119506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8442871277846284121-2061773860566910570?l=trishbegley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trishbegley.blogspot.com/feeds/2061773860566910570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8442871277846284121&amp;postID=2061773860566910570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442871277846284121/posts/default/2061773860566910570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442871277846284121/posts/default/2061773860566910570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trishbegley.blogspot.com/2008/10/sleeping-in.html' title='Sleeping in'/><author><name>Trish Begley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02715896341360702234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jl3qlckl9LM/SSAVHzCP2vI/AAAAAAAAAFY/WT736pVMn20/S220/Dave_Trish.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jl3qlckl9LM/SPFSTWutCtI/AAAAAAAAAEI/JtpYjprMOic/s72-c/erin_knight.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8442871277846284121.post-3058151027484229531</id><published>2008-10-08T07:43:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T08:01:19.358-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bring on the rain!</title><content type='html'>Seriously, bring on the rain!  Our well has been dry for weeks.  We have had our third water delivery and I hope its the last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week has been great so far!  I have to admit that my energy level is still not up to where I want it to be (falling asleep by 9:30 every night - how sad is that?) but my attitude has definitely improved.  As soon as I shake this congestion, I know my energy will increase.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has anyone else been receiving strange comments on their blog?  I have mine setup so that I have to approve any that come through and I had a strange one last week.  I let it go past but now i am wondering what's up.  I read a very weird comment on another blog - very strange.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're going to have another children's ministry meeting - probably the 19th, right after service.  There are a lot of cool things coming up so let's get ready to rock!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have considered volunteering on the children's ministry team, come to our meeting and see what's what and who's who.  Being involved doesn't always mean spending time in a classroom.  There are so many opportunities available!!!  Decorating, planning, snacks, outreach, parties, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the beginning I have said that this is a gift-based ministry.  If your gift is coming up with ideas, then there is room for you on the team.  If your gift is patience with children, then you are needed.  If your gift is baking wonderful treats (hint hint Missy...), then join us!  Our children are already wonderful disciples of Christ.  They only need guidance, encouragement, and love to keep them going forward.  Our group is growing every week - isn't it great?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, in case I haven't said this lately -- THANK YOU!!! To everyone that has given time, energy, food, and supplies.  Thank You Thank You Thank You&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8442871277846284121-3058151027484229531?l=trishbegley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trishbegley.blogspot.com/feeds/3058151027484229531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8442871277846284121&amp;postID=3058151027484229531' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442871277846284121/posts/default/3058151027484229531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442871277846284121/posts/default/3058151027484229531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trishbegley.blogspot.com/2008/10/bring-on-rain.html' title='Bring on the rain!'/><author><name>Trish Begley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02715896341360702234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jl3qlckl9LM/SSAVHzCP2vI/AAAAAAAAAFY/WT736pVMn20/S220/Dave_Trish.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8442871277846284121.post-6587137650851995812</id><published>2008-10-05T16:30:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T16:51:56.609-04:00</updated><title type='text'>a new week</title><content type='html'>I have been telling everyone that this week is going to be grand.  Over the last three weeks we have had one week of no electric, no water.  One week of vacation (extremely fun but extremely tiring.)  One week of recuperating from vacation, battling a sinus infection, little sleep, and beginning a new position at work while hosting sales training for 12 out-of-town guests.  This coming week is going to be the start of a new era - new organization - new found energy!!  I am gearing-up with nothing but positive thoughts and ideas!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I returned from vacation, I knew that it was going to be hectic at work.  I was officially starting a new position (definitely good), and would be moved to another area.  Unfortunately, my furniture was delayed so when I came back ready to go, I really had no place to go.  My old location had been filled by a new hire and my new office space was empty except for a phone and phonebook on the floor.  I did find my new laptop and I was able to get help with a makeshift table and chair so all was good.  Of course, I didn't have any of my "stuff" so there were roadblocks everywhere I turned.  I needed to print something quickly - had to map the network drive and the printer.  I needed to work with an old document - was on CD somewhere in one of those boxes behind me.  It all worked out though and the few small things are definitely worth the change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you seen the children we have in our church?  They are simply amazing.  They are all such great kids with such great energy.  Exuberant.  The biggest challenge is keeping ahead of them in thought.  Before I even finish a question, someone is ready to answer.  I hate to reel them back in when they get excited like that but to keep it fun and half-way organized, sometimes it has to be done.  One word we talk about a lot is "Cooperation." lol It works...most of the time =)  Kudos to all of them for coming to church and for participating in such a great way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8442871277846284121-6587137650851995812?l=trishbegley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trishbegley.blogspot.com/feeds/6587137650851995812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8442871277846284121&amp;postID=6587137650851995812' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442871277846284121/posts/default/6587137650851995812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442871277846284121/posts/default/6587137650851995812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trishbegley.blogspot.com/2008/10/new-week.html' title='a new week'/><author><name>Trish Begley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02715896341360702234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jl3qlckl9LM/SSAVHzCP2vI/AAAAAAAAAFY/WT736pVMn20/S220/Dave_Trish.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8442871277846284121.post-5844685836657467535</id><published>2008-09-26T23:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T23:23:56.200-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Still Cruisin'</title><content type='html'>Day 4:  Pushing Past the Boundaries&lt;br /&gt;We arrived in Rhoatan Isle, Honduras this morning.  A little bit of trivia:  This is one of the islands used on the show Survivor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This island is a lot different from Cozumel – more natural and rugged.  But also more beautiful.  We traveled to Tabyana Beach, resort-type area.  This so far is the highlight of my week.  The water was so incredible.  Crystal clear.  The coolest thing about this island is it has a HUGE coral reef – something like one of the top in the world.  For the first time ever, I went snorkeling.  I have a small fear of being under water.  I can swim and enjoy the pool, but looking out into the ocean with only a mask, flippers and breathing tube is intimidating!  The experience though was the most incredible thing I have done when it comes to adventures.  If you have even been to an aquarium and witnessed divers down in the water with the fish – that’s what it was like!  I did not go deep but thousands of tropical fish surrounded me, all swimming around and around.  It was like being in a 3-D movie.  After an hour, I had the hang of using the equipment and felt like a pro.  The coral was simply unbelievable.  “Senor Moustache” had trouble getting the mask to seal around his moustache so he hung out in the water and on shore.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we returned to the main pier area, we went into “town” to check out the shops.  Once again, we were told to not make eye contact with anyone.  Unfortunately, this island is also poverty-stricken and tourists are a huge target.  I never felt unsafe but we did have lots of children following us and asking for money or trying to sell us something.  I kept my bag close to my body.  I was told that some of the people are really clever when it comes to lifting items off of tourists.  Also unfortunately, a local “dude” started talking to Dave and would not leave!  He followed us, talking the whole way, all the way down through the shops.  Pointing out certain areas and shops.  We had our own personal annoying tour guide.  We never once looked at him but he just stayed right there. Finally, after an hour, Dave handed him a dollar and he took it and left!  If only we had tried that in the beginning.  Oh yeah, it was blistering HOT!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This island was very interesting.  There were mountainous areas, beautiful beaches, and fancy homes as well as families with only one-room huts.  We saw a Baptist church, a 7th Day Adventist church and one other – not sure what denomination.  I would definitely come back here.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 5:  Terrifying and Tragedy&lt;br /&gt;Today was a tragic day.  We arrived in the country of Belize this morning looking forward to a day of cave tubing and trekking through the rain forest.  It had been raining in Belize so there was question about whether we could go cave tubing or not as the water level was high and the current was strong.  They should have said no.  I consider myself fairly brave when it comes to trying new things.  Kind of like the feeling you get from riding a roller coaster.  You know its going to be a little scary but that’s the thrill of it, right?  My gut feeling was to just tell them I would meet them back at the start.  The river was so strong – we had to pull ourselves across one point by holding onto a rope.  I had to have help as I lost my footing from the current.  I was terrified but second-guessed myself owing it all to being something new.  When we arrived at the cave entrance, the guide was consistently telling us to stay to either the left or the right at certain points.  Once we were in the water, we realized that there was absolutely no way we could control the inner tubes.  Dave and I were locked together but no matter how hard we tried, the current was banging us into the walls of the cave.  There was no way to control it.  The rest of our group was having the same problems.  They were kind of like me tho, thought that this was probably just the thrill of the ride.  However, we had to be helped when it came to avoiding areas, others had to be pulled away from rocks that were pulling them under, and generally, everyone was panicking.  By the time we arrived at the first checkpoint where we had to exit the water temporarily, I was in tears.  Dave did his best to calm me down but I didn’t think I could get back in the water.  We were coming up on a point where we had to stay to the left and I knew there was no way I could do it.  I still thought maybe I was overreacting, but realized that I wasn’t the only one.  We got back in and made it to the end in one piece.  What was supposed to be a 40 minute lazy river cave exploration ended up being a 10 minute hang-on-for-your-life panic ride.  I really was terrified.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tragedy came with the next group.  When we arrived back at the excursion start, we were served lunch and were waiting on the other groups to return.  Since we were delayed in leaving for the trip due to the uncertainty of the water, other groups had caught up with us – there were about 5 buses behind us.  We had finished eating lunch and were just hanging out but nobody else ever showed up.  It was time for us to leave and still no other groups were arriving.  When we were crossing the river, the other groups were right behind us and as fast as that river was rolling, something was wrong.  We found out after we had returned to the ship, that the second group had run into tragedy.  One of the group members was pulled under in the current and had drowned.  A mother in her mid 40’s died on what was supposed to be a simple and low-key trip.  Others that we have met during our trip stopped us and were obviously still in shock.  Two young ladies had been stranded on a rock inside the cave because the current took their tubes, dumping them.  Another man was trying to hold onto a rock but was being pulled under until another two men helped him.  Unbelievable.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cruise line asked for our statements regarding the trip and refunded everyone’s money.  They also brought on counselors to help those who witnessed the tragedy.  Small condolence for losing a life but they did what they could.  Ultimately, it was the tubing company’s responsibility for making a bad decision to go ahead with the trip despite the warnings from the rangers.  We were lucky to only have bruises and scrapes from the walls of the caves.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8442871277846284121-5844685836657467535?l=trishbegley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trishbegley.blogspot.com/feeds/5844685836657467535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8442871277846284121&amp;postID=5844685836657467535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442871277846284121/posts/default/5844685836657467535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442871277846284121/posts/default/5844685836657467535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trishbegley.blogspot.com/2008/09/still-cruisin.html' title='Still Cruisin&apos;'/><author><name>Trish Begley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02715896341360702234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jl3qlckl9LM/SSAVHzCP2vI/AAAAAAAAAFY/WT736pVMn20/S220/Dave_Trish.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8442871277846284121.post-4688276018412588891</id><published>2008-09-22T20:44:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T20:48:47.613-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Cruisin' Diary</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jl3qlckl9LM/SNg8vBHWyII/AAAAAAAAADo/3smhOQ71KzI/s1600-h/Cruise+2008+066.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jl3qlckl9LM/SNg8vBHWyII/AAAAAAAAADo/3smhOQ71KzI/s320/Cruise+2008+066.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249012144151120002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Docked in Cozumel)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 1 – “It’s a small world after all”&lt;br /&gt;Two reasons:  First, whenever you take a flight to Orlando, be prepared for a flight full of children ages two and under all gearing up to meet the one and only Mickey Mouse.  Well, not all of them were excited about meeting Mickey.  Matter of fact, the little blonde haired girl sitting in front of us proclaimed loudly that she did not want to see Mickey – she wanted to go home—NOW!  They tried crackers, stories, soothing tones – nope, no good.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, while we are waiting to board the flight, I saw my cousin standing in the same terminal. I rarely see him, maybe twice in the last three years.  I asked him if he was flying on business (he was standing there alone) and he replied that his wife and daughter were in the bathroom and they were all flying to ….  Yep, you guessed it!  M-I-C-K-E-Y M-O-U-S-E.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to say I was disappointed that nobody started singing the theme song.  Maybe on the way home they will sing it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 2:  The Most Supercharged Maitre D&lt;br /&gt;The food is incredible!  Everywhere we go there is something to eat.  Hamburgers, pizza, ice cream, etc.  And that doesn’t include what’s on the dinner menu in the main dining room!  The dining room not only has incredible food but incredible service.  Our SuperCharged Maitre D, Joseph, is fan-tabulous!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, we did the unthinkable!  The most outrageous!  We took three naps!  Yes, three naps!  How crazy are we?  Let me tell you that it was way cool.  We were able to stay up for some comedy and midnight snacking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 3:  Senor Moustache&lt;br /&gt;Today we docked at Cozumel for a day’s visit.  We booked a horseback ride but had some time to kill before it started so we went to look around in some of the shops.  One of the merchants was trying to get Dave’s attention – he hollered out:  “SENOR MOUSTACHE!”  We were warned to not make eye contact because then the sellers will not leave you alone.  How can you not turn around at something like that?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The horseback riding was a lot of fun.  The guide was hilarious and the horses were great.  We were allowed to gallop so we both took advantage of it.  Wow, I can’t tell you how incredible it felt.  The only downside was that our sunblock had started wearing off so we both got too much sun.  Dave’s poor legs!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We wanted to try some authentic Mexican food so we stopped at a restaurant that was open to the outside and the ocean.  At the neighboring table was a fellow who was an entertainer on a different cruise ship docked a little bit further south than us.  Great conversation and delicious food  After dinner we took a horse and cart ride back to our piers.  We are exhausted!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing that has really been something for us is that we have met so many Christians!!  Couples who kids are on mission trips, others who shared a story that is similar to ours – the rebuilding.  Many folks who are willing to just open up and share the Lord with us.  Even our tour guide who was a little bit on the ornery side, ended the excursion by saying “God Bless you all!  God Bless!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8442871277846284121-4688276018412588891?l=trishbegley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trishbegley.blogspot.com/feeds/4688276018412588891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8442871277846284121&amp;postID=4688276018412588891' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442871277846284121/posts/default/4688276018412588891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442871277846284121/posts/default/4688276018412588891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trishbegley.blogspot.com/2008/09/cruisin-diary.html' title='Cruisin&apos; Diary'/><author><name>Trish Begley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02715896341360702234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jl3qlckl9LM/SSAVHzCP2vI/AAAAAAAAAFY/WT736pVMn20/S220/Dave_Trish.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jl3qlckl9LM/SNg8vBHWyII/AAAAAAAAADo/3smhOQ71KzI/s72-c/Cruise+2008+066.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8442871277846284121.post-2833023114780473428</id><published>2008-09-19T11:54:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T11:59:08.304-04:00</updated><title type='text'>We're Back in Business</title><content type='html'>Finally, our electric came back on last evening.  It's funny how excited we got over a flick of a switch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As hard of time as we have been giving Duke Energy, let me share something with you.  Our daughter, as most know, rides and shows horses.  During the power outtage, she has been spending extra time riding.  When the Duke techs finished repairing our lines, they took the time to go to the barn and let the girls riding know that the electric would be coming back on and it may cause the sound of shotgun on the pole when it does.  They were concerned that the horses would react to the sound and were giving them a heads-up.  How cool is that?  Kudos to those two guys.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8442871277846284121-2833023114780473428?l=trishbegley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trishbegley.blogspot.com/feeds/2833023114780473428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8442871277846284121&amp;postID=2833023114780473428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442871277846284121/posts/default/2833023114780473428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442871277846284121/posts/default/2833023114780473428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trishbegley.blogspot.com/2008/09/were-back-in-business.html' title='We&apos;re Back in Business'/><author><name>Trish Begley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02715896341360702234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jl3qlckl9LM/SSAVHzCP2vI/AAAAAAAAAFY/WT736pVMn20/S220/Dave_Trish.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8442871277846284121.post-5986711804967713138</id><published>2008-09-18T08:00:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T08:08:22.062-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank goodness for laptops and IPods!</title><content type='html'>Yep, we're still without electric.  For the last two nights we have been snuggled around the laptop watching a movie.  Dave's sister has been so gracious to us - using her shower, washer/dryer - and last night she fixed us dinner.  You don't realize how great Stove Top stuffing tastes until you have had to eat out for four days straight!  She hsa been a gem.  The best part is that we do not hang out with her and her family often so we have had the chance this week to realize how much we have all missed.  With our busy "television" schedules every evening (lol) we haven't taken the time to just sit and talk with them.  It's been great reconnecting and catching up.  We all talk often about improving our relationships with others - how ironic that it took a hurricane for us to do this with our own family.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8442871277846284121-5986711804967713138?l=trishbegley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trishbegley.blogspot.com/feeds/5986711804967713138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8442871277846284121&amp;postID=5986711804967713138' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442871277846284121/posts/default/5986711804967713138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442871277846284121/posts/default/5986711804967713138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trishbegley.blogspot.com/2008/09/thank-goodness-for-laptops-and-ipods.html' title='Thank goodness for laptops and IPods!'/><author><name>Trish Begley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02715896341360702234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jl3qlckl9LM/SSAVHzCP2vI/AAAAAAAAAFY/WT736pVMn20/S220/Dave_Trish.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8442871277846284121.post-5236890598595258574</id><published>2008-09-17T08:03:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T08:05:35.463-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Still Without</title><content type='html'>We are still without power and getting a little frustrated.  Showers at other homes, meals either by candelight or out somewhere.  It is a little sad when you are anxious to get to work so you can do something!  Hopefully, today is the day.  =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8442871277846284121-5236890598595258574?l=trishbegley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trishbegley.blogspot.com/feeds/5236890598595258574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8442871277846284121&amp;postID=5236890598595258574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442871277846284121/posts/default/5236890598595258574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442871277846284121/posts/default/5236890598595258574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trishbegley.blogspot.com/2008/09/still-without.html' title='Still Without'/><author><name>Trish Begley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02715896341360702234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jl3qlckl9LM/SSAVHzCP2vI/AAAAAAAAAFY/WT736pVMn20/S220/Dave_Trish.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8442871277846284121.post-1261598687213179137</id><published>2008-09-16T12:54:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T12:58:05.350-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting by</title><content type='html'>We are still without electric but as you can tell - we are surviving!!  Thank you to everyone who has offered to help, that really means a lot!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8442871277846284121-1261598687213179137?l=trishbegley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trishbegley.blogspot.com/feeds/1261598687213179137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8442871277846284121&amp;postID=1261598687213179137' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442871277846284121/posts/default/1261598687213179137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442871277846284121/posts/default/1261598687213179137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trishbegley.blogspot.com/2008/09/getting-by.html' title='Getting by'/><author><name>Trish Begley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02715896341360702234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jl3qlckl9LM/SSAVHzCP2vI/AAAAAAAAAFY/WT736pVMn20/S220/Dave_Trish.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8442871277846284121.post-94058831190378593</id><published>2008-09-15T13:43:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T13:56:45.816-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Us too</title><content type='html'>Like many in the Ohio Valley, we are without electric.  It's difficult to be without it when it comes to food because we rely so heavily upon things we can keep cold or microwave.  But, the worst we'll ever be is okay and we are.  I was looking forward to sitting around in the dark and having a good conversation and some laughs with my family - they just wanted to go to bed!  So, I turned on my Ipod and watched the only movie I have on it.  In the dark.  Just me and the dog.  Lucky for me that &lt;em&gt;he&lt;/em&gt; at least enjoys my company.  (just kidding fam...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was able to go to work today because we have a generator that will maintain all of our network connections for all of Belcan.  Otherwise, our entire company would be down which isn't exactly cost effective =)  I was told that other companies (eg GE) were turning away people at the guard shack.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our small group meeting last night was &lt;strong&gt;most&lt;/strong&gt; excellent.  We didn't need electric to discuss Jesus and the Bible!  And we even got to have a snack while everyone sang Happy Birthday to Dave.  He turned up his hearing aids just for the occasion.  (I'll pay for that comment later...)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8442871277846284121-94058831190378593?l=trishbegley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trishbegley.blogspot.com/feeds/94058831190378593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8442871277846284121&amp;postID=94058831190378593' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442871277846284121/posts/default/94058831190378593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442871277846284121/posts/default/94058831190378593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trishbegley.blogspot.com/2008/09/us-too.html' title='Us too'/><author><name>Trish Begley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02715896341360702234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jl3qlckl9LM/SSAVHzCP2vI/AAAAAAAAAFY/WT736pVMn20/S220/Dave_Trish.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8442871277846284121.post-8014320145705381147</id><published>2008-09-08T13:11:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T13:33:39.946-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Serving as a Journey</title><content type='html'>I had some trouble sleeping last night so I spent the time reflecting and praying.  Like a lightbulb turning on, it came to me that serving for me has not been just a thing to do - for me it has been a journey.  When I took that first step out to serve in the children's ministry, it was a little scary.  Okay, not a little scary, a LOT scary.  I had so many questions - what to do when and how.  (still asking those...)  But it was the first step in leading - stepping up and stepping out.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It still is scary at times but I know that with each step I have taken, I have grown.  I am learning to deal with different situations:  When and how to talk and when and how to just listen; When to stand firm and when to bend;  When to ask for help and when to believe in myself to just do it.  When to offer suggestions and when to be accepting.  To sum it all up - learning how to discern (from Pastor Ray's Leadership entries!)  But, I am learning and I am growing.  It's journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Center Pointe's volunteer banquet was fantastic.  I didn't sit there thinking of myself as a volunteer but as the one who is thankful for the volunteers around me.  I could never do what I need to do without everyone.  I am so thankful for everyone - you are all wonderful and fabulous and great and awesome and tremendous and beautiful.  You are all beautiful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8442871277846284121-8014320145705381147?l=trishbegley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trishbegley.blogspot.com/feeds/8014320145705381147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8442871277846284121&amp;postID=8014320145705381147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442871277846284121/posts/default/8014320145705381147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442871277846284121/posts/default/8014320145705381147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trishbegley.blogspot.com/2008/09/serving-as-journey.html' title='Serving as a Journey'/><author><name>Trish Begley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02715896341360702234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jl3qlckl9LM/SSAVHzCP2vI/AAAAAAAAAFY/WT736pVMn20/S220/Dave_Trish.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8442871277846284121.post-46770799494027031</id><published>2008-09-05T12:33:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T13:34:54.569-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Childrens' rooms coming along!</title><content type='html'>Thanks to the work of many, the childrens' rooms are coming together nicely!  The room for 0 - 3 (forever known now as the "green" room), looks great!  Missy, Trish, and I "observed" the room for a few hours last night and have some ideas to really brighten it up even more.  We moved in furniture to give it that lived-in look and it works well.  We will be at the church on Saturday morning to plow away at the other room - if anyone wants to join us, just give me a call or shoot me an email for time, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were a little late arriving at the church last evening due to attending a funeral for Dave's cousin's son, Clayton - he was three years old.  He had a rare illness.  I had never experienced a child's services so I wasn't sure what to expect.  As heartbreaking as it was to attend a funeral for a child, it was an endearing setup.  There were posters full of pictures and other memory tokens as well as a camcorder with a video playing of the little guy - people were smiling and laughing at his beautiful little face while their tears streamed.  Very sad to have lost his life so young but how glorious that he now has no suffering or pain and is in heaven with the Lord!  He touched many lives, of course, and none will be the same.  Please pray for Clayton's family.  They are hurting and will need plenty of support while they heal.  &lt;a href="http://www.tuftsschildmeyer.com/Obituaries/obit-display.jhtml?DB=obits&amp;DO=display&amp;ID=1220381247_26281"&gt;Here is his obituary&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8442871277846284121-46770799494027031?l=trishbegley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trishbegley.blogspot.com/feeds/46770799494027031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8442871277846284121&amp;postID=46770799494027031' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442871277846284121/posts/default/46770799494027031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442871277846284121/posts/default/46770799494027031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trishbegley.blogspot.com/2008/09/childrens-rooms-coming-along.html' title='Childrens&apos; rooms coming along!'/><author><name>Trish Begley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02715896341360702234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jl3qlckl9LM/SSAVHzCP2vI/AAAAAAAAAFY/WT736pVMn20/S220/Dave_Trish.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8442871277846284121.post-7115114432171867564</id><published>2008-09-03T07:51:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T08:00:02.751-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Faith</title><content type='html'>John 20: 24-31&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;24 Now Thomas (called Didymus), one of the Twelve, was not with the disciples when Jesus came. 25 So the other disciples told him, "We have seen the Lord!"  But he said to them, "Unless I see the nail marks in his hands and put my finger where the nails were, and put my hand into his side, I will not believe it."  26 A week later his disciples were in the house again, and Thomas was with them. Though the doors were locked, Jesus came and stood among them and said, "Peace be with you!" 27 Then he said to Thomas, "Put your finger here; see my hands. Reach out your hand and put it into my side. Stop doubting and believe." 28 Thomas said to him, "My Lord and my God!" 29 Then Jesus told him, "Because you have seen me, you have believed; blessed are those who have not seen and yet have believed."  30 Jesus did many other miraculous signs in the presence of his disciples, which are not recorded in this book. 31 But these are written that you may[a] believe that Jesus is the Christ, the Son of God, and that by believing you may have life in his name.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can we have faith without first having experienced doubt?  Do we always need that "proof" to solidify our faith?  I don't have an answer - this is a personal discovery, unique to each of us.  Food for thought.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8442871277846284121-7115114432171867564?l=trishbegley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trishbegley.blogspot.com/feeds/7115114432171867564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8442871277846284121&amp;postID=7115114432171867564' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442871277846284121/posts/default/7115114432171867564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442871277846284121/posts/default/7115114432171867564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trishbegley.blogspot.com/2008/09/faith.html' title='Faith'/><author><name>Trish Begley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02715896341360702234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jl3qlckl9LM/SSAVHzCP2vI/AAAAAAAAAFY/WT736pVMn20/S220/Dave_Trish.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8442871277846284121.post-2321195821028998996</id><published>2008-08-20T07:25:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T07:57:34.420-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The default location</title><content type='html'>I heard part of a speech this morning on the radio from Pastor Greg Laurie  who, even though he had lost his son two weeks prior in an auto accident, found the courage to speak at a large convention in southern California.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said that many people think of heaven as the "default" location for after we die.  However, he continued, it is &lt;strong&gt;not&lt;/strong&gt; the "default" location, it is a choice.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Profound choice of words - What a great way to put it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is an article about this speech, although it does not quote this part of it, it is still worthy of reading.  &lt;a href="http://www.christianpost.com/article/20080816/thousands-touched-by-laurie-s-message-on-life-death-and-heaven.htm"&gt;Greg Laurie Speech&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8442871277846284121-2321195821028998996?l=trishbegley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trishbegley.blogspot.com/feeds/2321195821028998996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8442871277846284121&amp;postID=2321195821028998996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442871277846284121/posts/default/2321195821028998996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442871277846284121/posts/default/2321195821028998996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trishbegley.blogspot.com/2008/08/default-location.html' title='The default location'/><author><name>Trish Begley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02715896341360702234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jl3qlckl9LM/SSAVHzCP2vI/AAAAAAAAAFY/WT736pVMn20/S220/Dave_Trish.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8442871277846284121.post-1696994156144670312</id><published>2008-08-18T07:26:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T07:31:55.115-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Small size - big Heart</title><content type='html'>If anyone reads the local news, you may have seen this story.  If not, please take a moment to go &lt;a href="http://www.wcpo.com/news/local/story.aspx?content_id=5c46df4e-a54a-46bb-99bb-26776dfc832e"&gt;here &lt;/a&gt; and check it out.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We talked in our small group about doing more for others.  This seven year old not only talked about it, she "did."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8442871277846284121-1696994156144670312?l=trishbegley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trishbegley.blogspot.com/feeds/1696994156144670312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8442871277846284121&amp;postID=1696994156144670312' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442871277846284121/posts/default/1696994156144670312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442871277846284121/posts/default/1696994156144670312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trishbegley.blogspot.com/2008/08/small-size-big-heart.html' title='Small size - big Heart'/><author><name>Trish Begley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02715896341360702234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jl3qlckl9LM/SSAVHzCP2vI/AAAAAAAAAFY/WT736pVMn20/S220/Dave_Trish.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8442871277846284121.post-4233920983327149743</id><published>2008-08-15T12:52:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T13:04:28.485-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I didn't know that!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I am offering a challenge to everyone who reads this: &lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me &lt;em&gt;one thing&lt;/em&gt; that nobody (or hardly anyone) knows about you!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can keep it as light as you want or if you would like to use this space to go deep, it's your decision.  I would like to post your comments but please let me know if you don't want your comment published.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will start:  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*  If I wake up thirsty in the middle of the night, nothing is more satisfying than drinking straight out of the milk jug!  (sorry family...)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8442871277846284121-4233920983327149743?l=trishbegley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trishbegley.blogspot.com/feeds/4233920983327149743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8442871277846284121&amp;postID=4233920983327149743' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442871277846284121/posts/default/4233920983327149743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442871277846284121/posts/default/4233920983327149743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trishbegley.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-didnt-know-that.html' title='I didn&apos;t know that!'/><author><name>Trish Begley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02715896341360702234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jl3qlckl9LM/SSAVHzCP2vI/AAAAAAAAAFY/WT736pVMn20/S220/Dave_Trish.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8442871277846284121.post-4589942156088199227</id><published>2008-08-15T12:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T12:51:11.693-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't we all just get along?</title><content type='html'>This week has been full of conflict.  We have the presidential nominees throwing "he did this" but "he did that" all over the television and radio.  We have the Olympics, which should provide some kind of unity among the nations -but instead leads to accusations of cheating.  I am not saying it doesn't happen - we all know it does - but why does it have to happen?  Can't we all just get along?  (I have never read anything so sad as the article about the little girl in China who was deemed as "not cute enough" to sing the opening ceremony song.  Come on!  I saw the picture, she was adorable, what seven year old girl isn't?) &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Then we have conflict at our home.  But how do you explain to a teenager gowing into the world how to handle conflict when its not the kids she has to be wary of...that unfortunately, its adults!  Shouldn't the adults be more capable of resolving their issues, understanding their own struggles?  So-and-so #1 is being nice to her so she returns the kindness and they become friends.  Uhoh, so-and-so #2 doesn't like so-and-so #1, so our daughter becomes a target for smack-talk.  What does the parent do?  For me, I try to be Switzerland!  Let me talk to them and see what's going on and maybe with some kinds words and explanations, we can solve this quickly.  That's the trick, right?  I couldn't have been more wrong.  Can you say "backfired?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, referring back to my previous blog, I prayed for God to help us find an answer.  You know what he told me to do?   &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Let it go&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;  Guess what I did?  I let it go.  I talked to our daughter and told her the same thing.  "This is going to pass so call up so-and-so #2's kid and just talk to her as you normally would - don't mention anything that has been going on.  Let it go."  Guess what worked?  She called and the first two times it was awkward due to the adult who answered, but she made it through the second time and things are good.  I hope that by taking that second deep breath that our daughter not only learned about humility herself but that she also taught others the same.  It takes a big person to do what she did and I can't tell you how proud I am of her.  She was hurt but found the courage through prayer to face the issue and deal with it.  Girl, we love you --you rock!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8442871277846284121-4589942156088199227?l=trishbegley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trishbegley.blogspot.com/feeds/4589942156088199227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8442871277846284121&amp;postID=4589942156088199227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442871277846284121/posts/default/4589942156088199227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442871277846284121/posts/default/4589942156088199227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trishbegley.blogspot.com/2008/08/cant-we-all-just-get-along.html' title='Can&apos;t we all just get along?'/><author><name>Trish Begley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02715896341360702234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jl3qlckl9LM/SSAVHzCP2vI/AAAAAAAAAFY/WT736pVMn20/S220/Dave_Trish.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8442871277846284121.post-3725841479727955650</id><published>2008-08-11T12:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T12:53:34.446-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Letting go</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Philipians 4:6-7   Do not be anxious about anything, but in everything by prayer and supplication with thanksgiving let your requests be made known to God. 7 And the peace of God, which surpasses all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past week has been a roller coaster ride. Up and roaring one day and down in the valley the next, wondering how to get out of there.   One of the biggest problems I face in my daily walk is stopping this urge I have in trying to control a situation without praying about it first (I lost sight of my tree...Thanks to Melissa B. for reminding me =) )  Since I let it all go and prayed, the situations have all calmed down and I feel more at ease today.  It is just amazing that solutions become clearer once I stop trying to take control.  I always tell my family - I'll figure it out, that's my job.  Little do they know that for the past few years, my "figuring" it out has meant going to God in prayer. First, I thank him for each and every struggle I have because these have only made me stronger in faith and then I ask him for even more strength for current situations.  It just blows me away when the more I let go, the faster a resolution comes.  I just have to keep reminding myself - make it an absolute/no excuses habit - pray first and let God take the wheel.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8442871277846284121-3725841479727955650?l=trishbegley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trishbegley.blogspot.com/feeds/3725841479727955650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8442871277846284121&amp;postID=3725841479727955650' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442871277846284121/posts/default/3725841479727955650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442871277846284121/posts/default/3725841479727955650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trishbegley.blogspot.com/2008/08/letting-go.html' title='Letting go'/><author><name>Trish Begley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02715896341360702234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jl3qlckl9LM/SSAVHzCP2vI/AAAAAAAAAFY/WT736pVMn20/S220/Dave_Trish.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8442871277846284121.post-8090481434466744729</id><published>2008-08-04T15:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T15:25:32.003-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you have a tree?</title><content type='html'>(forwarded...) &lt;br /&gt;I hired a plumber to help me restore an old farmhouse, and after he had just finished a rough first day on the job (a flat tire made him lose an hour of work, his electric drill quit and his ancient one ton truck refused to start,) I drove him home.  While I drove him home, he sat in stony silence.  On arriving, he invited me in to meet his family.  As we walked toward the front door, he paused briefly at a small tree, touching the tips of the branches with both hands.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;When opening the door he underwent an amazing transformation... His face was wreathed in smiles and he hugged his two small children and gave his wife a kiss.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Afterward he walked me to the car. We passed the tree and my curiosity got the  better of me.  I asked him about what I had seen him do earlier.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;'Oh, that's my trouble tree,' he replied.' I know I can't help having troubles on the job, but one thing's for sure, those troubles don't belong in the house with my&lt;br /&gt;wife and the children...  So every niight I stop by my "trouble tree," thank God for everything and then I just hang those troubles up on the tree and ask God to take care of them.  Then in the morning I pick them up again. Funny thing is,' he smiled,'when I come out in the morning to pick 'em up, there aren't nearly as many as I remember hanging up the night before.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have a trouble "tree."  Do you use it daily?  &lt;br /&gt;(Don't forget to first Thank God for everything!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8442871277846284121-8090481434466744729?l=trishbegley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trishbegley.blogspot.com/feeds/8090481434466744729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8442871277846284121&amp;postID=8090481434466744729' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442871277846284121/posts/default/8090481434466744729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8442871277846284121/posts/default/8090481434466744729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trishbegley.blogspot.com/2008/08/do-you-have-tree.html' title='Do you have a tree?'/><author><name>Trish Begley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02715896341360702234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jl3qlckl9LM/SSAVHzCP2vI/AAAAAAAAAFY/WT736pVMn20/S220/Dave_Trish.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
