<?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-8100245587219324998</id><updated>2011-04-21T20:29:39.449-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Inside Crystal's Ball</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insidecrystalsball.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8100245587219324998/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insidecrystalsball.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Crystal Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06400774709341806430</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/_diCj8556TFk/SOKYOSsTWCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/TtDklwmk9XU/S220/ronald+mcdonald+house+012.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>17</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8100245587219324998.post-5519849728766736965</id><published>2009-04-01T09:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T10:02:22.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'>There's a pill for that!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_diCj8556TFk/SdOTb7GsB1I/AAAAAAAAABw/4LLfoH4sxnM/s1600-h/no_smoking1.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319757692786181970" style="WIDTH: 305px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 305px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_diCj8556TFk/SdOTb7GsB1I/AAAAAAAAABw/4LLfoH4sxnM/s320/no_smoking1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I quit! Thats right, I quit smoking! Its been well over a month and I feel confidant that I will never again be a smoker. I smoked off and on for years. I enjoyed smoking. I used it as a way to relieve stress, BUT I was in bondage. Which provided a huge conflict for me. I started praying for God to give me a desire to quit. I had heard about Chantix and decided that I was going to ask the doctor for a prescription. I did, and it worked, and I am so thankful! My husband, who is the sweetest husband in the whole world hated that I smoked. Now that I have quit, he keeps telling me how good my hair smells. I love that. My Megan also hated that I smoked. I know she prayed all the time for me to quit. Not only am I free but they are free too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8100245587219324998-5519849728766736965?l=insidecrystalsball.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insidecrystalsball.blogspot.com/feeds/5519849728766736965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8100245587219324998&amp;postID=5519849728766736965' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8100245587219324998/posts/default/5519849728766736965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8100245587219324998/posts/default/5519849728766736965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insidecrystalsball.blogspot.com/2009/04/theres-pill-for-that.html' title='There&apos;s a pill for that!'/><author><name>Crystal Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06400774709341806430</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/_diCj8556TFk/SOKYOSsTWCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/TtDklwmk9XU/S220/ronald+mcdonald+house+012.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_diCj8556TFk/SdOTb7GsB1I/AAAAAAAAABw/4LLfoH4sxnM/s72-c/no_smoking1.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8100245587219324998.post-5733030870098584006</id><published>2009-02-04T13:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T13:38:28.558-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cold Case</title><content type='html'>My entire house is covered in a thin layer of baby powder. The catastrophe happened in the bathroom, but the fine powder has floated into other rooms and has been trapped in the broom which I use all the time. I asked Joshua if he knew what happened, and he said he didnt know. See picture below.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_diCj8556TFk/SYoJNRrjSOI/AAAAAAAAABg/FqdTNkABAHk/s1600-h/pictures+for+blog+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299058035243829474" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_diCj8556TFk/SYoJNRrjSOI/AAAAAAAAABg/FqdTNkABAHk/s320/pictures+for+blog+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture does not do the mess justice. I have been cleaning it up for three days. Does anyone know what happens when you get baby powder wet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_diCj8556TFk/SYoJ3SEWNAI/AAAAAAAAABo/VGQhkIdjtME/s1600-h/pictures+for+blog+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299058756902335490" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_diCj8556TFk/SYoJ3SEWNAI/AAAAAAAAABo/VGQhkIdjtME/s320/pictures+for+blog+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was in the hallway, my bedroom, Joshuas room, and pretty much everywhere. Later when I asked Joshua if he had fun, he said he did.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8100245587219324998-5733030870098584006?l=insidecrystalsball.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insidecrystalsball.blogspot.com/feeds/5733030870098584006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8100245587219324998&amp;postID=5733030870098584006' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8100245587219324998/posts/default/5733030870098584006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8100245587219324998/posts/default/5733030870098584006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insidecrystalsball.blogspot.com/2009/02/cold-case.html' title='Cold Case'/><author><name>Crystal Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06400774709341806430</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/_diCj8556TFk/SOKYOSsTWCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/TtDklwmk9XU/S220/ronald+mcdonald+house+012.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_diCj8556TFk/SYoJNRrjSOI/AAAAAAAAABg/FqdTNkABAHk/s72-c/pictures+for+blog+007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8100245587219324998.post-5149872904812777482</id><published>2009-02-03T13:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T14:22:19.486-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stranger Things Have Happened</title><content type='html'>Sunday was just like any other Sunday. We went to church, we ate, we came home, we hung out, some of us slept, and then we went to Publix. Totally normal right? So far maybe...after shopping at a place where I must say it is a real pleasure, we are returning home, of course. We turn on to our road and we see this exotic bird standing in the middle of the street. Beautiful bird. Believing that it is someones pet, my husband tells me to get out and make sure it doesnt fly away while he goes and tries to find the owner. WHAT?!?! Did he just ask me to make sure a BIRD doesnt fly away? So I go into the house to get some food or something I can use to keep the bird from flying away. I grab some nuts and head back outside, but I dont see the bird. The bird is not in the street anymore, it is walking across the neighbors driveway towards me. I meet it halfway and put the plate on the ground in front of it, and surprisingly enough it starts eating the nuts. All the while though it is acting like it wants up. Every time I put my hand near the plate it acts like it wants up. Of course I am afraid it was one of those mean birds who will chew my whole hand off so I am cautious, but this bird WANTS up. I put my hand under its belly and it preceds to walk up my arm til it gets to my shoulder where it stays until we find its owner. HOW COOL IS THAT? It was like instant friend. It has to be said that the bird was very loyal, it didnt like Chris. I dont know why that makes me laugh. He tried to hold the bird, but the bird was fine to stay right where it was. We did find the owner and return the bird, but I'll admit that if I was down with stealing other peoples pets I would have kept that bird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So meet my friend Chole...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_diCj8556TFk/SYjDOfVFpyI/AAAAAAAAABY/KbAuz8_MjbY/s1600-h/pictures+for+blog+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298699615296923426" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_diCj8556TFk/SYjDOfVFpyI/AAAAAAAAABY/KbAuz8_MjbY/s320/pictures+for+blog+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8100245587219324998-5149872904812777482?l=insidecrystalsball.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insidecrystalsball.blogspot.com/feeds/5149872904812777482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8100245587219324998&amp;postID=5149872904812777482' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8100245587219324998/posts/default/5149872904812777482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8100245587219324998/posts/default/5149872904812777482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insidecrystalsball.blogspot.com/2009/02/stranger-things-have-happened.html' title='Stranger Things Have Happened'/><author><name>Crystal Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06400774709341806430</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/_diCj8556TFk/SOKYOSsTWCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/TtDklwmk9XU/S220/ronald+mcdonald+house+012.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_diCj8556TFk/SYjDOfVFpyI/AAAAAAAAABY/KbAuz8_MjbY/s72-c/pictures+for+blog+005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8100245587219324998.post-9211322630133253159</id><published>2009-01-21T07:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T09:07:52.011-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Put your money where your mouth is!</title><content type='html'>Yesterday Washington celebrated the inauguration of President Barack Obama, and I do mean celebrated. With an estimated cost of 170 million dollars, President Obamas inauguration was the most expensive in history. 170 MILLION DOLLARS...HELLO! How much does it cost to drill a well in Africa, I believe through Seeds of Hope it is like 1,500 or 1,700 dollars. How many people is this country face foreclouser, granted it is not the responsibility of the government to bail out private citizens only major corporations and banks. Didnt the man get elected with promises of change, and vowes to stimulate the economy? Didnt he say just yesterday in his speech that countries like ours can no longer ignore the poverty of the world? 170 MILLION DOLLARS...RIDICULOUS! I do know that the 170 million dollars did not come directly out of the Presidents pocket, but I do believe that he had a awesome opportunity to take a stand and show the world and the American people that he does intend to bring about change. I believe that he could have said as President of the United States I can not in good conscience accept such gross overspending on account of my inauguration. I believe he could have directed the money to be spent on a more worthy cause. Up to this point President Obama has done a lot of talking, talk talk talk.   I think that the cost of the inauguration was a meaningless waste of money.  Much dreaming and many words are meaningless.  Therefore stand in awe of God.  Ecclesiastes 5:7  I am not concerned with the color of his skin but the content of his heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will continue to pray for our country.  I feel that now more than ever God fearing people need to pray for our country.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8100245587219324998-9211322630133253159?l=insidecrystalsball.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insidecrystalsball.blogspot.com/feeds/9211322630133253159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8100245587219324998&amp;postID=9211322630133253159' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8100245587219324998/posts/default/9211322630133253159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8100245587219324998/posts/default/9211322630133253159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insidecrystalsball.blogspot.com/2009/01/put-your-money-where-your-mouth-is.html' title='Put your money where your mouth is!'/><author><name>Crystal Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06400774709341806430</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/_diCj8556TFk/SOKYOSsTWCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/TtDklwmk9XU/S220/ronald+mcdonald+house+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8100245587219324998.post-8216078848665936776</id><published>2009-01-14T14:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T08:53:09.220-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Im Not Good at This</title><content type='html'>From the way that I understand things, a blog is updated on a regular basis. From this understanding I draw the conclusion that inspired the title of this post. Although this is an unfortunate truth, I have resolved to not be a quitter. Now all I have to do is overcome the ever present struggle I have with deciding what I will blog about. New Years resolutions...No. For obvious reasons, I don't want the whole world (ok my one reader) to be waiting for the day when they can hold up a printed copy of this post and say I knew you couldn't do it. I do want to say that this is the first year I am excited about the resolutions I have made. Back to blog. I guess I am going to be lame and leave you with a list...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I Read in 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgiven - Karen Kingsbury&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Across Five Aprils (homeschool)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of Mice and Men (I still shake my head in disbelief and wonder why)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you Keep a Secret (very funny - some bad language)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice Girls Don't Change the World (I have a very huge chance at changing this world)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jim and Casper go to Church&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex the Life of a Child (this is not a must read for everyone, it is about a little girl with CF)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Other Boleyn Girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lincoln a photobiography (homeschool - very very good)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Testament (cant go wrong with Grisham)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;90 Minutes in Heaven ( very thankful for this book)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Became A Christian and all I got was This Lousy T-Shirt (hilarious so so funny)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blue Like Jazz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Shack&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Oath (its been months since I read this and I find myself thinking about it often, the longer it marinates the more I like it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Same Kind of Different as Me (a treasure)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Twilight (I was hooked, but these books don't have staying power, they are very forgettable)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;New Moon&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Eclipse&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Breaking Dawn (best of the series by far, just read this one and the first one and you will be good)&lt;/p&gt;Marley and Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is probably one or two that didn't get mentioned, but I think its a good list. Lets see if I can double it in 2009.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8100245587219324998-8216078848665936776?l=insidecrystalsball.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insidecrystalsball.blogspot.com/feeds/8216078848665936776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8100245587219324998&amp;postID=8216078848665936776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8100245587219324998/posts/default/8216078848665936776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8100245587219324998/posts/default/8216078848665936776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insidecrystalsball.blogspot.com/2009/01/im-not-good-at-this.html' title='Im Not Good at This'/><author><name>Crystal Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06400774709341806430</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/_diCj8556TFk/SOKYOSsTWCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/TtDklwmk9XU/S220/ronald+mcdonald+house+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8100245587219324998.post-2892876771503154136</id><published>2008-12-18T11:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T11:07:49.704-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today is Tayler's Birthday</title><content type='html'>Today is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Tayler's&lt;/span&gt; birthday, and I am missing her so much.  It just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;doesnt&lt;/span&gt; feel right that she is not here on her birthday.  My heart is breaking.  It is harder today to be happy that she is with Jesus, because I would love nothing more than to take her face between my hands and wish her a happy birthday and kiss her and breath her in.  I know she would have been very excited to turn twelve, only one year away from being an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;official&lt;/span&gt; teenager.  I wonder what she would have wanted for her birthday.  Would she wanted to get dressed up and go somewhere special or would she have wanted to have a party?  I more than miss her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8100245587219324998-2892876771503154136?l=insidecrystalsball.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insidecrystalsball.blogspot.com/feeds/2892876771503154136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8100245587219324998&amp;postID=2892876771503154136' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8100245587219324998/posts/default/2892876771503154136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8100245587219324998/posts/default/2892876771503154136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insidecrystalsball.blogspot.com/2008/12/today-is-taylers-birthday.html' title='Today is Tayler&apos;s Birthday'/><author><name>Crystal Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06400774709341806430</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/_diCj8556TFk/SOKYOSsTWCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/TtDklwmk9XU/S220/ronald+mcdonald+house+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8100245587219324998.post-625018497747586996</id><published>2008-12-16T14:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T15:12:56.650-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Ramblelings</title><content type='html'>Last Thursday night my hubby and I went to dinner at B.J.s Brew House in Orlando, it was a work thing, Chris' boss took his people out for dinner.  It was very nice, good food, and I got to meet some of the people my hubby works with.  Anyway, apparently we missed Tiger Woods.  He was there picking up some take out while we were leaving.  Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday, Celebration to see the snow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sat., worked all day shopped all night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sun., church, lunch with friends, nap, dinner. Very good day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday my dad called. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me:(whisper)hey&lt;br /&gt;my day: sorry, is everyone asleep?&lt;br /&gt;me: no just Joshua, whats up?&lt;br /&gt;my day: its snowing&lt;br /&gt;me: SHUT UP&lt;br /&gt;my dad: no i swear&lt;br /&gt;me: shut up&lt;br /&gt;my day: really its been snowing all day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I am really happy for my dad and all my family that lives in Las Vegas, they are getting an early Christmas present for sure.  I remember the snow growing up, and I would love for my kids to be able to enjoy it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mon., lots of laundry, lots of school. Good day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tues., I had the brilliant plan to walk to Publix.  I had to get some milk and some stamps and light bulbs nothing that couldnt wait for Chris to get home, but it was a nice day and I figured a walk would be nice.  What I didnt figure was how far it was, and how much the wagon would weigh after I loaded Emily and Joshua into it.  We went to McDonald's for lunch and then went on to Publix.  It was a nice walk.  Did some more laundry and some more school.  Emily is doing so good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My top three favorite Christmas gifts&lt;br /&gt;1. my digital camera&lt;br /&gt;2. my dyson vacuum cleaner&lt;br /&gt;3. my sony under the counter c.d. radio.  I use this all the time. Every time I am in the kitchen cooking or cleaning I have it on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taylers birthday is on Thursday.  We are going to have a little party at my dad and Suzannes. &lt;br /&gt;I miss her so much it hurts.  I have been thinking about her past birthdays, the surprise party, the party at the bowling alley, and the family parties.  She will be parting with Jesus this year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8100245587219324998-625018497747586996?l=insidecrystalsball.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insidecrystalsball.blogspot.com/feeds/625018497747586996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8100245587219324998&amp;postID=625018497747586996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8100245587219324998/posts/default/625018497747586996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8100245587219324998/posts/default/625018497747586996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insidecrystalsball.blogspot.com/2008/12/random-ramblelings.html' title='Random Ramblelings'/><author><name>Crystal Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06400774709341806430</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/_diCj8556TFk/SOKYOSsTWCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/TtDklwmk9XU/S220/ronald+mcdonald+house+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8100245587219324998.post-37930183096501854</id><published>2008-12-08T13:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T17:43:49.359-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its Beginning To Look A Lot Like Christams</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Baby its cold outside. &lt;/em&gt;It almost feels like a &lt;em&gt;Winter Wonderland, &lt;/em&gt;even &lt;em&gt;Frosty the Snowman&lt;/em&gt; would be chilly. Its not snowing but if it did I would say &lt;em&gt;Let it Snow. &lt;/em&gt;My kids are so excited because &lt;em&gt;Santa Claus is Coming to Town&lt;/em&gt;. We went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Publix&lt;/span&gt; yesterday and Megan remembered, "&lt;em&gt;Oh Christmas Tree" &lt;/em&gt;so we picked one up. While slowly strolling the Christmas aisles at the store I love to &lt;em&gt;Jingle Bells. &lt;/em&gt;All this Christmas cheer because long ago on a &lt;em&gt;Silent Night, Away in a Manger &lt;/em&gt;the little baby Jesus lay sleeping. I wish &lt;em&gt;Joy to the world&lt;/em&gt; this Christmas season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Christmas music. Love it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8100245587219324998-37930183096501854?l=insidecrystalsball.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insidecrystalsball.blogspot.com/feeds/37930183096501854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8100245587219324998&amp;postID=37930183096501854' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8100245587219324998/posts/default/37930183096501854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8100245587219324998/posts/default/37930183096501854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insidecrystalsball.blogspot.com/2008/12/its-beginning-to-look-lot-like.html' title='Its Beginning To Look A Lot Like Christams'/><author><name>Crystal Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06400774709341806430</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/_diCj8556TFk/SOKYOSsTWCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/TtDklwmk9XU/S220/ronald+mcdonald+house+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8100245587219324998.post-8139579798654128912</id><published>2008-12-04T18:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T19:02:48.316-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Too Late for Thankfulness?</title><content type='html'>I DONT THINK SO! This Thanksgiving blog may be late but I dont think its ever too late for thankfulness. Thanksgiving was great. We went to my dad and Suzanne's. Lots of food, lots of family, and lots of fun. I am thankful for that. Last year thanksgiving was hard to say the least. Going to the park with friends made it a lot better, and I am thankful for that memory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am intentionally directing my thankfulness to God, I think that is important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so thankful for my relationship with God. He is my rock. I am thankful for Jer. 29:11.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful to God for my husband. I heard from the Lord, at a very young age, that this was the man he made just for me. He completes me. (I talk in movie quotes) He loves me, he protects me, he guides me, he provides for me, and he makes me laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful to God for my children. I am thankful that I can close my eyes and see Tayler. See her round face and big smile, hear her laugh. I am so thankful that I will see her again one day. I am thankful for Megan, she is so sweet, she has such a servants heart. She is such a blessing to me. I am thankful God knew we needed an Emily. I am so thankful for Joshua our boy, our wild hilarious sweet sweet boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful for family, my mom, my Suzanne, all my dads, and everyone else. I am thankful for my friends, who are like family. The people in my life who I know have been put there by God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankful for technology. I am a gadget junkie. For food, I love food. For music, I love music. For everything that makes life sweeter. For life itself, and the opportunity to be His hands and His feet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8100245587219324998-8139579798654128912?l=insidecrystalsball.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insidecrystalsball.blogspot.com/feeds/8139579798654128912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8100245587219324998&amp;postID=8139579798654128912' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8100245587219324998/posts/default/8139579798654128912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8100245587219324998/posts/default/8139579798654128912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insidecrystalsball.blogspot.com/2008/12/too-late-for-thankfulness.html' title='Too Late for Thankfulness?'/><author><name>Crystal Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06400774709341806430</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/_diCj8556TFk/SOKYOSsTWCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/TtDklwmk9XU/S220/ronald+mcdonald+house+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8100245587219324998.post-2506894711777614710</id><published>2008-11-24T08:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T08:38:42.709-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Super Sunday</title><content type='html'>My husband and I visited a new church yesterday, and if Im honest I will have to admit that I wasnt very excited about it.  I made the decision to honor my husband and trust God.  We went to church hungry for a word from the Lord and with open hearts.  We were very blessed.  The music was good.  The pastor was humble.  The message was relevant (meaning I felt like it was just for me), and his teaching was eaisly applied.  We prayed a lot, which my husband later told me he really enjoyed.  We also took part in the Lords Supper.  The Lords Supper is always a special time, it is an awesome thing to concentrate on what Jesus did on the cross.  We left church feeling uplifted, encouraged, and hopeful.  I cant tell you how thankful I am.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8100245587219324998-2506894711777614710?l=insidecrystalsball.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insidecrystalsball.blogspot.com/feeds/2506894711777614710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8100245587219324998&amp;postID=2506894711777614710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8100245587219324998/posts/default/2506894711777614710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8100245587219324998/posts/default/2506894711777614710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insidecrystalsball.blogspot.com/2008/11/super-sunday_24.html' title='Super Sunday'/><author><name>Crystal Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06400774709341806430</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/_diCj8556TFk/SOKYOSsTWCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/TtDklwmk9XU/S220/ronald+mcdonald+house+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8100245587219324998.post-4238062851276877332</id><published>2008-11-20T19:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T20:39:52.216-08:00</updated><title type='text'>True to Tayler</title><content type='html'>Tayler was not shy. She once befriended a WHOLE family. I tell this story with a smile in my heart, so very grateful for the memory...It was when we were going to the Rock on Wed. night for dinner, Awana, and bible study. Dinner was a relaxed time of food and fellowship that I very much enjoyed. How did she do it? She simply started sitting with them. Not just once, but every Wed. night after she got her food she would sit with this same family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confession- I don't know if I would have ever taken the time to get to know this awesome family had my daughter not been so set on making them her Wed. night family. Truth be told I was a little intimidated by them. They brought their own plates from home. Yes you read right, they brought their own plates. I guess I wondered among other things if they thought that our family should bring our own plates too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, back to my story. I would set her up with her food, drink, and pills at this table with this family that I really didn't know and I would usually sit a couple of tables over. Well it turns out she liked her new family so of course she continued to sit with them. So eventually we were all crowding in on this family and making new friends in the process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know Tayler did not befriend this family wondering what is in it for me. I'm pretty sure she just liked them, but God did pour out his blessings on this simple act. Tayler was blessed with a dear friend, and that was an answer to prayer. I was also blessed with a dear friend. I really am amazed at how God used this family to bless Tayler. They bought her, her first Webkinz which provided her with hours of enjoyment. It sounds silly I know but it wasn't. Webkinz was something that Tayler could do and enjoy just like everyone else. I remember her instant messaging with her friend and playing games and just having fun.  I remember her and her friend going to the movies, bowling, and having sleepovers. I remember thanking God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tayler wanted very much to be "normal".  I think it was hard for kids her age to let her be "normal".  God used a sweet girl to answer one of my many prayers for Tayler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nov 17th came and went.  We had to put one year without our daughter behind us.  It was hard.  Megan has been missing her sister a lot.  She cried the other day something she usually doesnt do in front of us.  I think we all try to be strong for each other, but it is hard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8100245587219324998-4238062851276877332?l=insidecrystalsball.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insidecrystalsball.blogspot.com/feeds/4238062851276877332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8100245587219324998&amp;postID=4238062851276877332' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8100245587219324998/posts/default/4238062851276877332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8100245587219324998/posts/default/4238062851276877332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insidecrystalsball.blogspot.com/2008/11/true-to-tayler.html' title='True to Tayler'/><author><name>Crystal Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06400774709341806430</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/_diCj8556TFk/SOKYOSsTWCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/TtDklwmk9XU/S220/ronald+mcdonald+house+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8100245587219324998.post-1679532938322424172</id><published>2008-11-04T18:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T18:22:42.964-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Super Tuesday</title><content type='html'>That really is what they call today. The day when America goes to the polls to cast their vote for the next President of the United States. I exercised my right to vote this morning at about 9:30, and I must say, it was quick and painless. Not only was it painless, but it was quite enjoyable. There was no voter intimidation, or even campaigning happening at my location. The volunteers were pleasant and helpful. I also ran into my cousin and her husband, so again it was very enjoyable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truthfully though, I can not say that I went to the polls today with a lot of hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant see how either candidate will be able to make the kind of changes I feel need to be made in order to get this country back on track so to speak. I am disgusted with some of the decisions and laws that have been passed that have inevitably shaped this country and taken it so far from what it was intended to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will pray for all the women who unfortunately have the legal right to kill their unborn babies, and for the people who continue to make laws that will effect us all. I will also continue to homeschool my children and pray the God protects my right to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ultimately, aside from being thankful for my pleasant experience at the polls, I am left feeling hopeless and disappointed, so I ask you...What do you think needs to be done?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8100245587219324998-1679532938322424172?l=insidecrystalsball.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insidecrystalsball.blogspot.com/feeds/1679532938322424172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8100245587219324998&amp;postID=1679532938322424172' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8100245587219324998/posts/default/1679532938322424172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8100245587219324998/posts/default/1679532938322424172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insidecrystalsball.blogspot.com/2008/11/super-tuesday.html' title='Super Tuesday'/><author><name>Crystal Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06400774709341806430</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/_diCj8556TFk/SOKYOSsTWCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/TtDklwmk9XU/S220/ronald+mcdonald+house+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8100245587219324998.post-3153909890709680911</id><published>2008-11-03T12:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T12:35:59.711-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Super Sunday</title><content type='html'>Of the two catagories churched and unchurched I would say that I fall into the catagory of unchurched.  I say this because I did not grow up in church.  Something I recently discovered about myself though is that I dont want to be churched.  I want to be the church.  Sunday was super!  A very dear couple who we are very close  to joined us in our home for a time of food, fellowship, Bible disscusion, and prayer, but none of these was the focus of our time together.  We were all intentionally focusing on the Lord.  It was awesome!  Praying together was my favorite.  It was such a sweet time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8100245587219324998-3153909890709680911?l=insidecrystalsball.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insidecrystalsball.blogspot.com/feeds/3153909890709680911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8100245587219324998&amp;postID=3153909890709680911' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8100245587219324998/posts/default/3153909890709680911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8100245587219324998/posts/default/3153909890709680911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insidecrystalsball.blogspot.com/2008/11/super-sunday.html' title='Super Sunday'/><author><name>Crystal Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06400774709341806430</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/_diCj8556TFk/SOKYOSsTWCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/TtDklwmk9XU/S220/ronald+mcdonald+house+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8100245587219324998.post-8684355140091164296</id><published>2008-11-01T19:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T20:09:27.928-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Super Girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_diCj8556TFk/SQ0YZMG6RRI/AAAAAAAAAA4/TthgEf0fqjI/s1600-h/12-08-07+119.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263890360491984146" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_diCj8556TFk/SQ0YZMG6RRI/AAAAAAAAAA4/TthgEf0fqjI/s320/12-08-07+119.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_diCj8556TFk/SQ0XzpM0U6I/AAAAAAAAAAw/PfTh7GTOYCI/s1600-h/12-08-07+107.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263889715466359714" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_diCj8556TFk/SQ0XzpM0U6I/AAAAAAAAAAw/PfTh7GTOYCI/s320/12-08-07+107.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_diCj8556TFk/SQ0WQ7ixWJI/AAAAAAAAAAo/xj95VtvX6L4/s1600-h/100_1513.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263888019583228050" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_diCj8556TFk/SQ0WQ7ixWJI/AAAAAAAAAAo/xj95VtvX6L4/s320/100_1513.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night was Halloween, and it was tons of fun. Deanna and I took two fairies, a rag doll, and a scarecrow trick-or-treating. We canvased not one but two neighborhoods. We got tons of candy, and were able to see lots of other trick-or-treaters. I tried very hard to make it special for my children, and I know they had a great time. As for me, I have had a bit of a hard time because I have been thinking a lot about last Halloween. Last Halloween my mom and I took Super Girl, Super Man, a cow-girl, and Minnie mouse out for a massive amount of fall fun. Chris was working so our first stop was Walgreens, then I think we hit up Rocktoberfest, and last but not least we went trunk-or-treating. I have been thinking about how Tayler was Super Girl last year and how fitting that costume was for her. She was not feeling well and I can remember thinking to myself "shes going to need to go into the hospital soon" I had no idea that 17 days later she would leave this Earth to spend eternity with Jesus. I miss her so much. It would have been very easy for me to say "I feel like you might have to go back into the hospital soon, and I really think we should just stay home tonight." I am just so thankful I took my baby trick-or-treating one last time! She was a Super Girl! Someone told me today what they remember about Tayler last year at Rocktoberfest. They said they remember her being so concerned for Joshua, she wanted to make sure he got to do everything, and wanted to make sure he got enough candy. That sounds like my Super Girl for sure. Again I miss her so much. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8100245587219324998-8684355140091164296?l=insidecrystalsball.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insidecrystalsball.blogspot.com/feeds/8684355140091164296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8100245587219324998&amp;postID=8684355140091164296' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8100245587219324998/posts/default/8684355140091164296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8100245587219324998/posts/default/8684355140091164296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insidecrystalsball.blogspot.com/2008/11/super-girl.html' title='Super Girl'/><author><name>Crystal Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06400774709341806430</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/_diCj8556TFk/SOKYOSsTWCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/TtDklwmk9XU/S220/ronald+mcdonald+house+012.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_diCj8556TFk/SQ0YZMG6RRI/AAAAAAAAAA4/TthgEf0fqjI/s72-c/12-08-07+119.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8100245587219324998.post-1536830535123682801</id><published>2008-10-30T18:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T20:04:48.878-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Emotional Roller coaster</title><content type='html'>You may have been wondering where I have been...well I have not been at an amusement park. The roller coasters at an amusement park are fun, the one I have been on is not. I have been having a really hard time over the past few weeks. This is some but not all of what I have been dealing with...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guilt, scratch that, anger, scratch that, guilt, scratch that, anger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See what I mean about it being a roller coaster. Anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guilt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anxiety&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;loneliness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;depression&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thankfulness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gratefulness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sadness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;disappointment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;exhaustion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been being prayerful throughout this time.&lt;br /&gt;I am married to the most wonderful man who if at any time while I am on this roller coaster I feel I need to throw up will hold my hair back for sure.&lt;br /&gt;Please stay tuned for future posts I have a lot on my heart, and three wonderful children who provide me with a wealth of hilarity I wish to share with the world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8100245587219324998-1536830535123682801?l=insidecrystalsball.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insidecrystalsball.blogspot.com/feeds/1536830535123682801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8100245587219324998&amp;postID=1536830535123682801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8100245587219324998/posts/default/1536830535123682801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8100245587219324998/posts/default/1536830535123682801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insidecrystalsball.blogspot.com/2008/10/emotional-roller-coaster.html' title='Emotional Roller coaster'/><author><name>Crystal Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06400774709341806430</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/_diCj8556TFk/SOKYOSsTWCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/TtDklwmk9XU/S220/ronald+mcdonald+house+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8100245587219324998.post-2318691560223292752</id><published>2008-10-06T14:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T14:42:54.515-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Planet Earth</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KBAIp9lN5gI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KBAIp9lN5gI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently the discovery channel is rebroadcasting Planet Earth. This makes me very happy. This documentary series is exceptional. I find it absolutely fascinating, and I could easily watch it over and over again.The question I have is this... How can anyone watch this or any program like it and deny God? I just don't get it. Evolution as an explanation for how everything on this planet has a purpose and plays a part in the grand scheme of things seems far fetched at best. When I watch this documentary and I see how a certain animal has exactly what it needs, as far as body type, or lives exactly where it needs to live to survive I feel like I need to praise God. When I see an animal in its natural environment doing what it was created to do, it is always obvious to me that, that behavior is instinctive. I never think to myself wow that animal is very smart to figure out how to do that. I don't want to knock what other people believe. I honestly just don't get it. The awesomeness of creation, in my eyes, can only be explained by pointing out that God himself is totally awesome. Even if I wasn't a christian I think I would have a hard time swallowing evolution as an explanation for creation. There is just something about creation that identifies itself with God the Father.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8100245587219324998-2318691560223292752?l=insidecrystalsball.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insidecrystalsball.blogspot.com/feeds/2318691560223292752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8100245587219324998&amp;postID=2318691560223292752' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8100245587219324998/posts/default/2318691560223292752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8100245587219324998/posts/default/2318691560223292752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insidecrystalsball.blogspot.com/2008/10/planet-earth.html' title='Planet Earth'/><author><name>Crystal Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06400774709341806430</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/_diCj8556TFk/SOKYOSsTWCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/TtDklwmk9XU/S220/ronald+mcdonald+house+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8100245587219324998.post-3915566747001305897</id><published>2008-10-03T19:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T19:34:20.777-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Easier said then done!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;It has been my experience that the plan of action is often easier said then done.  Just recently after taking my son to the eye doctor we found out that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;unfortunately&lt;/span&gt; glasses alone are not correcting the problem.  The doctor informed me that my son will have to wear a patch over his good eye to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;strenghthen&lt;/span&gt; his weak eye.  NOT HAPPY.  So wanted the glasses to work.  Thinking about how he will look at the park with a patch and glasses .  I know not a big deal.  MOVING ON.  Time to ask questions.  How often does he have to wear it?  "All the time."  How long?  "Maybe years."  WHAT?  Did he just say maybe years?  Back to being upset.  MOVING ON.  "See you guys back in a month."  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, lets do this.  Thinking that my son is never going to wear a patch and glasses, I'm nervous.  Very relieved to see the patches are like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;band aids&lt;/span&gt;.  Real life thought..."I hope they stick good.  They &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt;!  That is my problem.  They &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; stick.  So what am I to do?  Possibilities running through my head...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;1.  glue the patch on (not a joke)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;2.  wrap his whole head with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;gauze&lt;/span&gt; and tell him he is no longer a pirate, hes a mummy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;3.  black out his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;lense&lt;/span&gt; like you would a check engine light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;4.  tape a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;cotton ball&lt;/span&gt; over his eye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;5.  hope he gets that eye illness where the crust forms and you cant open your eye (joke)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8100245587219324998-3915566747001305897?l=insidecrystalsball.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insidecrystalsball.blogspot.com/feeds/3915566747001305897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8100245587219324998&amp;postID=3915566747001305897' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8100245587219324998/posts/default/3915566747001305897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8100245587219324998/posts/default/3915566747001305897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insidecrystalsball.blogspot.com/2008/10/easier-said-then-done.html' title='Easier said then done!'/><author><name>Crystal Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06400774709341806430</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/_diCj8556TFk/SOKYOSsTWCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/TtDklwmk9XU/S220/ronald+mcdonald+house+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
