tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29265915277766881782023-11-16T03:06:07.609-08:00Choose LoveIn all things I desire to choose love.Dorryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16299856778850212149noreply@blogger.comBlogger26125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2926591527776688178.post-21010231269634929122011-03-15T09:58:00.000-07:002011-03-15T10:14:55.159-07:00never too oldCommon sense wisdom: I am never too old to say sorry or thank you to others. This applies to all others including my own children. God help me if I ever forget this.<br /><br />I love my children and I hope to always honor them in word and deed. Being human guanrantees I am sure to mess this up. Which is why I want to be ready to apologize and give thanks when the occasion occurs.Dorryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16299856778850212149noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2926591527776688178.post-65574030907493471412011-02-19T15:54:00.000-08:002011-02-19T15:56:30.576-08:00MemoryToday I realized I have a name and phone number written in my handwriting on the message board in the kitchen. I have no idea why the number is there, who the person is, or how long they have been there. This is my life.Dorryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16299856778850212149noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2926591527776688178.post-28813847660404399082011-02-08T17:22:00.000-08:002011-02-08T17:27:20.076-08:00funny<div align="left"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;color:#000000;">As the receptionist at our church I find this hilarious!<br /><br /><br />A crusty old man walks into the local First Baptist Church and says to the secretary, "I would like to join this damn church." The astonished woman replies, "I beg your pardon, sir. I must have misunderstood you. What did you say?"</span><br /></div><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;color:#000000;">"Listen up, damn it. I said I want to join this damn church!" </span><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;color:#000000;"><br /></span> <div align="left"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;color:#000000;">"I'm very sorry sir, but that kind of language is not tolerated in this </span></div> <div align="left"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;color:#000000;">church." </span></div><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;color:#000000;">T</span><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;color:#000000;">he secretary leaves her desk and goes into the pastor's study to inform him</span><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;color:#000000;"> of her situation. The pastor agrees that the secretary does not have to</span><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;color:#000000;"> </span><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;color:#000000;">isten to that foul language. They both return to her office and the pastor</span><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;color:#000000;"> asks the old geezer, "Sir, what seems to be the problem here?" </span><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;color:#000000;"><br /></span> <div align="left"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;color:#000000;">"There is no damn problem," the man says. "I just won $200 million bucks in the damn lottery and I want to join this damn church to get rid of some of this damn money." </span></div><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;color:#000000;">"I see," said the pastor. "And is this bitch giving you a hard time?" </span><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;color:#000000;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;color:#000000;"><br /></span>Dorryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16299856778850212149noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2926591527776688178.post-43476314203143716162011-02-07T10:08:00.000-08:002011-02-07T10:12:25.391-08:00A love Poem by Billy CollinsMe and Poetry don't typically mix but I loved this Poem. It reminds me of the love my husband and I share. Real, exposed and true.<br /><br /><br />Litany <br />You are the bread and the knife<br />The crystal goblet and the wine. <br />Jacques Crickillon<br />You are the bread and the knife,<br />the crystal goblet and the wine.<br />You are the dew on the morning grass,<br />and the burning wheel of the sun.<br />You are the white apron on the baker<br />and the marsh birds suddenly in flight. However, you are not the wind in the orchard,<br />the plums on the counter,<br />the house of cards.<br />And you are certainly not the pine-scented air.<br />There is no way you are the pin-scented air. It is possible that you are the fish under the bridge,<br />maybe even the pigeon on the general's head,<br />but you are not even close<br />to being the field of cornflowers at dusk. And a quick look in the mirror will show<br />that you are neither the boots in the corner<br />nor the boat asleep in its boathouse. It might interest you to know<br />speaking of the plentiful imagery of the world,<br />that I am the sound of the rain on the roof. I also happen to be the shooting star,<br />the evening paper blowing down an alley,<br />and the basket of chestnuts on the kitchen table. I am also the moon in the trees<br />and the blind woman's teacup.<br />But don't worry, I am not the bread and the knife.<br />You are still the bread and the knife,<br />You will always be the bread and the knife,<br />not to mention the crystal goblet and--somehow--<br />the wine.<br />by Billy CollinsDorryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16299856778850212149noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2926591527776688178.post-58242615071178087452010-04-26T13:19:00.000-07:002010-04-26T13:36:38.552-07:00Obama and The CrossObama and The Cross has been on my mind all day. Based on my interactions with some other Christians in conversation and posts on facebook; I get the impression President Obama's faith and religion is constantly questioned, scrutinized, and judged. At times I may have joined in on the debate and judgment.<br /><br />If Obama is a Christian how painful will it have been to be him. Persecuted by his own people who were also adopted as one of God's children. How painful will it be for me to explain my self righteous judgment on him to Our Father.<br /><br />If I lived one day in the public eye I am most certain that my Christianity would be under fire. My imperfect, sinful nature for all the world to see would certainly cause my faith to be that of a quiet reflection and relationship between myself and my Lord.Dorryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16299856778850212149noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2926591527776688178.post-59449206802652214052010-02-08T08:41:00.000-08:002010-02-08T09:00:57.064-08:00SpoiledI realized yesterday that not getting what I want is a good thing. I have been so blessed with so many of the desires of my heart that I have come to expect getting all that I want. Then when I don't, oh geez the revelation is a dark and ungrateful heart. Not getting what I want is an opportunity to for me to reveal some of the fruit of the spirit.Dorryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16299856778850212149noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2926591527776688178.post-61812222384637541402009-02-18T05:38:00.001-08:002009-02-18T05:53:04.163-08:00The Magnificent Middle Child2 weeks ago our second beautiful little daughter was born. Life is going great the adjustment for me has been pretty seamless. However; I can't say the same for my sweet little boy, now our middle child. He is adjusting. But the transition has been more challenging for him than I imagined. He has been testing me in every way. And I have been reluctant to discipline or engage him because I feel so bad for him in his new station in life. Yesterday I was reading The Word of God and opened to Proverbs 13.<br /><br />The first verse is: <sup id="en-NIV-16749" class="versenum" value="1"><br />1</sup> A wise son heeds his father's instruction,<br /> but a mocker does not listen to rebuke.<br /><br />then further in the Proverb it says: <sup id="en-NIV-16772" class="versenum" value="24"><br /><br />24</sup> He who spares the rod hates his son,<br /> but he who loves him is careful to discipline him.<br /><br />A good reminder of what I am here to do for my children. I am diligently praying over my son that he will heed the words of his parents and not be a mocker. And I have committed myself to discipline even when it is not easy and I will try diligently to be consistent.<br /><br />I love this boy so much I want to raise him in a way that will be pleasing to The Lord and others can tolerate him!Dorryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16299856778850212149noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2926591527776688178.post-22994507779220339322009-02-06T14:37:00.001-08:002009-02-06T14:37:48.427-08:00I Hear a Symphony!Before we had our third child I was scared out of my mind. How do you go about raising three individual with three different needs and do it well? It was even hard to envision having enough love to go around. Since we did not find out the sex of the baby I could not identify with this new person throughout my pregnancy.<br /><br />I was amazed when she entered this world how my heart opened up and sang "I love you!" It truly is unreal how you are instantly transformed.<br /><br />The vision or analogy God has given me for this new place in life is that of a beautiful piece of music. It is lovely when played just by a piano; but, the real beauty and power of the piece is revealed with you add a cello, and a flute, and a drum, and then the violin.<br />Our song was written long before now. God is slowly showing me His masterpiece and it is magnificent.Dorryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16299856778850212149noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2926591527776688178.post-14586143680067318222008-12-23T15:03:00.000-08:002008-12-23T15:15:41.961-08:00Christmas FavoritesSome of my Christmas favorites are:<br />Buying Gift wrap and ribbon<br />Wrapping Presents<br />Buying little gifts<br />Listening to the song by Amy Grant " Breath of Heaven"( Mary's Song). I cry every time.<br />Sending and Receiving Christmas Cards (I did not send this year! and have felt bad bad bad)<br />Thinking about the Birth of Christ and how magnificent it was and still is.<br />Seeing the Kids reaction to Santa Clause<br />Choosing our Christmas Tree<br />Watching Christmas shows and movies<br />Trying to recall the excitement of Santa Clause when I was young and trying to create that magic for my own children.Dorryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16299856778850212149noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2926591527776688178.post-77331257941265258362008-12-13T13:05:00.000-08:002008-12-13T13:06:16.886-08:00Survey Question #4:<span class="status_body">Is it okay to use the earth friendly Target bags in Walmart?</span> <span class="caption_meta"><span class="story_time"></span></span>Dorryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16299856778850212149noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2926591527776688178.post-64587133829101516702008-12-12T17:21:00.000-08:002008-12-12T17:22:11.527-08:00Survey Question #3:<span class="status_body">What do you do if someone cuts in front of you while waiting in line?</span><br /><br /><span class="caption_meta"><span class="story_time"></span></span>Dorryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16299856778850212149noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2926591527776688178.post-73334250284741220822008-12-10T13:52:00.000-08:002008-12-10T13:55:57.042-08:00Surevey Question #1<span class="entry-content">Do you think stretch denim is an evil creation?<br /><br /><br /></span>Dorryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16299856778850212149noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2926591527776688178.post-11882119391558607482008-12-09T14:06:00.000-08:002008-12-09T14:09:56.561-08:00Survey SaysI love surveys and love to find out others opinions about simple questions.<br />Example:<br />Do you prefer hot or cold?<br />Beach or Mountains?<br />Would you like to receive socks as a Christmas gift?<br />Do you like to give socks as a Christmas gift?<br /><br />I am thinking of starting a daily question on my blog, Facebook, and/or twitter.<br />Would you answer?Dorryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16299856778850212149noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2926591527776688178.post-62455585436295835202008-11-25T14:19:00.000-08:002008-11-25T14:50:45.421-08:00Thanks GivingWith the up-in-coming holiday I have been mindful of things I am thankful for. Most often it is modern conveniences and forgiveness.<br /><br />Spell check: I've used it three times since beginning this post!<br />Downey<br />Hair dye<br />Words<br />Noise machines<br />Music<br />Cameras<br />Leather-furniture or shoes <br />Eye glasses especially cute frames<br />Long tank tops- for those long torso people<br />Paper<br />Pain medicine- especially epidural<br />Ink<br />Washing machines<br />Heaters and air conditioners<br />Post office<br />Sugar<br />Volunteers<br />Freezers<br />Blue Jeans<br /><br />I am thankful for forgiveness because daily I take advantage of this gift I have been given so freely. Often times I am unaware of all of the times when I have graciously been granted forgiveness by others for my missteps ignorant of the error. Then there are those times that I have wronged someone or better yet the Lord that I am so aware of yet continue on the path taking full advantage of the grace I have been given. I wonder where does that put me before the throne. Shall I be ashamed. Shall I walk boldly in the knowledge of my deed and the act Christ fulfilled in freeing me?<br />Dear Jesus thank You for forgiveness. Thank You for freeing me by giving Yourself.Dorryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16299856778850212149noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2926591527776688178.post-17241598454865228482008-11-24T11:04:00.000-08:002008-11-24T11:31:25.709-08:00Losing patience with being a patientI am a patient.<br />I am pregnant, (obstetrics patient).<br />I have a pacemaker, (cardiac patient).<br />I am alive, (general practitioner's patient).<br />I have teeth, (dental patient).<br />I am a mother of two, I oversee two young patients.<br />I am a wife, I encourage another when he should be a patient.<br /><br />Since I encounter the medical field so frequently I may be a bit sensitive or just overly exposed. But there is a HUGE deficit in the customer care side of the medical field. I encounter wonderful medical care; it is the other care that is completely lacking in most practices I visit. Why is it that the nursing and office staff of most practices seem as if there is one hundred other places they would rather be than in scrubs?<br /><br />Each office I visit could benefit from visiting my dentist's office. Buzz Nabors in Knoxville, TN has the best run office and friendliest staff I have EVER encountered. The atmosphere is nice, the staff makes a point to call you by your name, and engage you in conversation. This particular office has every right to treat me with disdain too. I have missed at least three dental appointments. For one reason or another I have had to reschedule appointments and one I completely forgot- and they had called me the day before to remind me and spoke directly to me! However; Stephanie the office employee I deal with most frequently treated me with kindness and respect when I called three weeks later to reschedule- yet again!<br /><br />I have worked in several customer service oriented fields. I know dealing with the public is difficult and tiresome. But it does seem since the medical field is such a necessity that the staff would treat each patient with kindness and concern. I understand that the nursing and office staff can't fathom what type of visit a patient may be having. There are times when the news you receive is devastating or elating. How are they to know or even try to engage you? They are not. Let's start with a smile and begin treating the patients with kindness, compassion, and respect.Dorryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16299856778850212149noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2926591527776688178.post-81840488850260263432008-03-07T06:37:00.000-08:002008-03-07T07:17:15.963-08:00Homage to JeremyHomage to Jeremy.<br />I am a critical wife. Often looking at the negatives as if they are the whole of the person. Jeremy is under this umbrella of criticism daily. Often I am able to get glimpses of what a treasure he is, yet many times fail to recognize them myself or acknowledge his actions with the simple thank you it would deserve.<br />I read a Novel Redeeming Love by Francine Rivers this week. It is a quick read, beautifully written. This story was written as a love story from our Savior to us. However if you read this book thinking that there are men out there like Michael who is the hero of the story you will be greatly misled and immensely disappointed.<br />Which brings me back to my husband. He is perfect for me. What qualities I lack he has. What qualities I have he acknowledges. It is my turn.<br /><br />1. He is one of the most loyal people I have ever met. His humility in his friendships shocks and impresses me.<br />2. I know not one other person who has the determination that he has. He looks at a challenge with light in his eyes.<br />3. Which leads me to how hard working he is. This characteristic I often see as a negative. My Mom often reminds me what a treasure it is.<br />4. He allows me to be exactly who I am. He does not try to put me in a box or carve me into an image of the ideal wife. I have become more of who I am because of his support and faith in me.<br />5. It is not always immediate; but, He is always willing to work through things.<br />6. He recognizes when he is wrong and apologizes.<br />7. He listens to me.<br />8. He listens to others.<br />9. Jeremy's ability to see outside the box is one of his traits that impress me the most. The ability to look at a situation from several angles is something I struggle with. He helps me to see other points of view.<br />10. He rarely attacks me when he thinks I am wrong in situations that do not involve him.<br />11. Commitment. He never gives up. With me, his job, his friends, his family.<br />12. I love his humor. I love his cynical attitude. I love his cockiness. I love his mind. I love his strength.<br /><br />So the next time I decide to get on Hating Jeremy Express. I need to take a minute to reflect on these qualities rather than jump on board.Dorryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16299856778850212149noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2926591527776688178.post-38197943154687872532007-11-14T13:35:00.000-08:002007-11-14T13:40:16.541-08:00A QuoteMy husband:<br />"Today I realized I actually have a good life."<br /><br />My response:<br />Uuuuuuugggggggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhh<br /><br />Unfortunately he will forget this realization within the next 48 minutes.Dorryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16299856778850212149noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2926591527776688178.post-84927657888372034122007-10-31T12:53:00.000-07:002007-10-31T13:12:41.418-07:00Passages<h4 style="font-family: georgia;"><span style="font-size:85%;">One day I felt that God had given me this passage for my husband.<br /></span></h4><h4 style="font-family: georgia;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Ecclesiastes 11</span><br /></h4><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"> </span><span style="font-family: georgia;" id="en-MSG-7545" class="sup">1</span><span style="font-family: georgia;">Be generous: Invest in acts of charity. Charity yields high returns. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;"> </span><span style="font-family: georgia;" id="en-MSG-7546" class="sup">2</span><span style="font-family: georgia;"> Don't hoard your goods; spread them around. </span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;"> Be a blessing to others. This could be your last night. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;"> </span><span style="font-family: georgia;" id="en-MSG-7547" class="sup">3-4</span><span style="font-family: georgia;"> When the clouds are full of water, it rains. </span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;"> When the wind blows down a tree, it lies where it falls. </span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;"> Don't sit there watching the wind. Do your own work. </span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;"> Don't stare at the clouds. Get on with your life. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;"> </span><span style="font-family: georgia;" id="en-MSG-7548" class="sup">5</span><span style="font-family: georgia;"> Just as you'll never understand </span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;"> the mystery of life forming in a pregnant woman, </span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;"> So you'll never understand </span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;"> the mystery at work in all that God does. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;"> </span><span style="font-family: georgia;" id="en-MSG-7549" class="sup">6</span><span style="font-family: georgia;"> Go to work in the morning </span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;"> and stick to it until evening without watching the clock. </span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;"> You never know from moment to moment </span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;"> how your work will turn out in the end. </span></span><h5 style="font-family: georgia;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Before the Years Take Their Toll</span></h5><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"> </span><span style="font-family: georgia;" id="en-MSG-7550" class="sup">7-8</span><span style="font-family: georgia;"> Oh, how sweet the light of day, </span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;"> And how wonderful to live in the sunshine! </span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;"> Even if you live a long time, don't take a single day for granted. </span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;"> Take delight in each light-filled hour, </span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;"> Remembering that there will also be many dark days </span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;"> And that most of what comes your way is smoke. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;"> </span><span style="font-family: georgia;" id="en-MSG-7551" class="sup">9</span><span style="font-family: georgia;"> You who are young, make the most of your youth. </span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;"> Relish your youthful vigor. </span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;"> Follow the impulses of your heart. </span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;"> If something looks good to you, pursue it. </span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;"> But know also that not just anything goes; </span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;"> You have to answer to God for every last bit of it. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;"> </span><span style="font-family: georgia;" id="en-MSG-7552" class="sup">10</span><span style="font-family: georgia;"> Live footloose and fancy-free— </span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;"> You won't be young forever. </span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;"> Youth lasts about as long as smoke. </span><br /></span><h4 style="font-family: georgia;"><span style="font-size:85%;">One day I felt that God had given me this passage.<br /></span></h4><h4 style="font-family: georgia;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Psalm 20</span></h4><h5 style="font-family: georgia;"><span style="font-size:85%;">A David Psalm</span></h5><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"> </span><span style="font-family: georgia;" id="en-MSG-13248" class="sup">1-4</span><span style="font-family: georgia;"> </span><span style="font-variant: small-caps; font-family: georgia;">God</span><span style="font-family: georgia;"> answer you on the day you crash, The name God-of-Jacob put you out of harm's reach, </span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;"> Send reinforcements from Holy Hill, </span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;"> Dispatch from Zion fresh supplies, </span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;"> Exclaim over your offerings, </span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;"> Celebrate your sacrifices, </span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;"> Give you what your heart desires, </span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;"> Accomplish your plans. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;"> </span><span style="font-family: georgia;" id="en-MSG-13249" class="sup">5</span><span style="font-family: georgia;"> When you win, we plan to raise the roof </span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;"> and lead the parade with our banners. </span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;"> May all your wishes come true! </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;"> </span><span style="font-family: georgia;" id="en-MSG-13250" class="sup">6</span><span style="font-family: georgia;"> That clinches it—help's coming, </span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;"> an answer's on the way, </span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;"> everything's going to work out. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;"> </span><span style="font-family: georgia;" id="en-MSG-13251" class="sup">7-8</span><span style="font-family: georgia;"> See those people polishing their chariots, </span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;"> and those others grooming their horses? </span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;"> But we're making garlands for </span><span style="font-variant: small-caps; font-family: georgia;">God</span><span style="font-family: georgia;"> our God. </span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;"> The chariots will rust, </span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;"> those horses pull up lame— </span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;"> and we'll be on our feet, standing tall. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;"> </span><span style="font-family: georgia;" id="en-MSG-13252" class="sup">9</span><span style="font-family: georgia;"> Make the king a winner, </span><span style="font-variant: small-caps; font-family: georgia;">God</span><span style="font-family: georgia;">; </span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;"> the day we call, give us your answer.</span></span> <p></p>Dorryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16299856778850212149noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2926591527776688178.post-32872141760079404432007-10-25T15:08:00.000-07:002007-10-25T15:43:10.006-07:00The Wood ChipOn Saturday we were at the park with our children. My nine month old son appeared to be gagging. I do a quick mouth sweep ( a huge no-no) to check if there is anything in his mouth. There is not- however it sure seems as if he has just swallowed something. I don't immediately panic. This is just not my style I wait until I am lying in bed at night to envision all of the terrible things the wood chip could have caused. I pray; I ask for God to watch over him and finally fall into an agitated slumber. The next day while at Church my son begins to run a temperature. I am certain that the woodchip has logged itself in his body causing an infection and therefore presenting a temp. I call the nurse on call. They reassure me that he should be fine. The temperature is simply due to the ear infection he was diagnosed with on Friday ( while we were at his well visit). I calm myself and try to relax. So on Tuesday when his stool is a pooh and red muddled color I hit the roof. I call my pediatrician's office who set me an appointment within 45 minutes. At the office, I tell the nurse my concern and she says "he is on omnicef, isn't he?" (For the ear infection) Aha! The omnicef mixes with the iron in the formula causing the stool to become a red color. So our beloved pediatrician comes in, he apologizes for not telling me the side effect and reassures me the boy is going to be fine.<br /><br />Today- he runs yet another temperature. I just can't believe I still can't put this chip to bed. I ask my healthy five year old to pray with me. I mean I seriously demand of her to join me in prayer to heal him and for God to give me reassurance. I ask for a miracle if it is lodged in his body or I ask for a blanket of peace. I immediately feel peace. I know I can let this dog lie.<br /><br />Within 2 hours my daughter who was fine is also running a temperature.<br /><br />Not only did God flood me with Peace; He gave me physical evidence that the temperature is not caused by the wood chip. Unless our girl had lunch at the park.Dorryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16299856778850212149noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2926591527776688178.post-83698114253335682762007-09-27T18:44:00.000-07:002008-12-09T03:34:34.229-08:00Ashton<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjY-L9ha5PsbJwAHFrG26krtD98z1IZafkET2oiBOAz2Jf-j2_hGqYN0sXJjAA20PezqvrL7i4kBzDrf2YIq6UDCazSCrjyKynAU6dp4kFnhsZqJoIcBWtm9QU3HXnhOVJIMOSH2MkGLKyf/s1600-h/mar+%26+apr+2007+028.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjY-L9ha5PsbJwAHFrG26krtD98z1IZafkET2oiBOAz2Jf-j2_hGqYN0sXJjAA20PezqvrL7i4kBzDrf2YIq6UDCazSCrjyKynAU6dp4kFnhsZqJoIcBWtm9QU3HXnhOVJIMOSH2MkGLKyf/s320/mar+%26+apr+2007+028.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115068129726048466" border="0" /></a><br /> My Beloved dog Ashton died on September 17, 2007. She has been a part of my life as long as my husband. Since her death I have reflected on what heaven is all about. Will there be animals there? My feeling of loss is so intense. I never expected to be so impacted by her death. I envision her walking around heaven keeping the Lord company. I hope she will be there.Dorryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16299856778850212149noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2926591527776688178.post-36765483135470657062007-08-29T13:14:00.001-07:002007-08-29T13:14:12.104-07:00Miss South Carolina Defends answer on NBC Today show<div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'><p><object height='350' width='425'><param value='http://youtube.com/v/YR8F0hkqokg' name='movie'/><embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/YR8F0hkqokg'/></object></p><p>I am so proud of her. Good Job! </p></div>Dorryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16299856778850212149noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2926591527776688178.post-52087499873470081902007-08-28T07:44:00.000-07:002007-08-29T13:07:53.270-07:00Someone to leadSaturday night my husband and I went to a wedding shower for a wonderful couple we know. We are so excited that they are getting married to each other. Tim and Jamie have to be the most intelligent yet most down to earth couple we know.<br /><br />After the shower en route to the house we came to a stand still on the interstate. The interstate we were on was under construction (much like every other interstate in TN). My impatient husband coerced me to turn around on the shoulder to try to go up the last on ramp. He says, "Be a leader, all it takes is one car. People are followers they just need someone to lead them." So I pull onto the shoulder going the opposite direction. I just get out of my mouth, "not one car has pulled out behind me " when I see a set of headlights. He starts jumping in his seat.<br /><br />I am a rule follower. I obey the rule to follow the flow of traffic. Jer on the other hand's philosophy is innovators find ways to rationalize there way out of following the rules and in the end get home when the other guys are sitting on the interstate.<br /><br />Well in theory.<br /><br />But to Jer's dismay there was a small bridge under construction that was completely demolished so our hopes of getting to the ramp was shattered. I had to turn around. By this time there were 10 cars following my lead all of them unaware of the gaping hole in the ground preventing our escape. A little purple metro was in front of me leading the pack. I now follow him. I looked ahead and there were blue lights. The metro jumped back into the stand still traffic into the passing lane and I follow into the open space beside. The police car passes.<br /><br />We were giddy. This was so much fun.Dorryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16299856778850212149noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2926591527776688178.post-23356405986720845692007-08-27T11:19:00.001-07:002007-08-27T11:19:22.592-07:00Miss Teen South Carolina<div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'><p><object height='350' width='425'><param value='http://youtube.com/v/ZABeQ5vkpXM' name='movie'/><embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/ZABeQ5vkpXM'/></object></p><p>This is why I never speak in public. My heart aches for this girl. </p></div>Dorryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16299856778850212149noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2926591527776688178.post-31573662515321429822007-08-24T14:32:00.001-07:002007-08-24T15:05:34.820-07:00Small miraclesToday my husband accidentally left his computer at home when he went to work. I took his computer to him and while taking him the computer a little car repair shop that had a homemade sign out front saying " AC Special" caught my eye. Later that day my father-in-laws air conditioner went out in one of his cars. This affects me directly because I happen to be borrowing that car. My car is another story. I began to panic because I could not fathom driving a car without air conditioning in 100 degree heat nor could I fathom telling my father-in-law yet another vehicle in my possession has malfunctioned.<br /><br />I recalled seeing the marketing challenged sign in the repair shop lot. I made a bee line for the shop. The man there was working in this heat so he felt sorry for me and my poor children. He pulled my car under one of the cars he had on the lift and opened the hood. He fiddled around with some wires and boxes. To my amazement cool air shot out of the vents. I cried. I was so overcome with emotion. I was so thankful to feel the breeze, I was thankful I had solved this problem without consulting my husband, I was thankful to not have to tell my father-in-law his car was not as he had lent it to me, and I was so thankful that it was a fast and easy solution. He then tells it will be 25$. I could not believe it. I told the man " you just don't know what a blessing you have been to me." He says, " Yes I do, it is over 100 degrees." <br /><br />Thank you Mr. chain tattoo man.Dorryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16299856778850212149noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2926591527776688178.post-34769148499643351042007-08-22T12:16:00.000-07:002007-08-24T15:18:28.598-07:00Communication<span style="font-family:georgia;">My daughter is simply amazing. She surprises me with her integrity. She shocks me with her versatility. She burdens me with her love for sweets. I am in awe that she was once a part of my body. I am certain that she will always be a talker.<br /><br />She has recently started kindergarten. Before she started I told her you are going to be a star. The teacher is going to love you. You are going to love school. Ohh it will be so much fun. Boy did I leave some things out. I left out; you will have to sit in one spot for a while, you will have to carry a tray with pinto beans and broccoli on it, and the biggie in our family; you will have to be quiet.<br /><br />Everyday since she has started school she has been reprimanded for talking. The teacher will move her away from her friend during circle time. This just gives her an opportunity to make another friend and talk some more. She has been moved to the table closest to the teacher and yet she still talks.<br /></span><span style="font-family:georgia;"><br />Her father is known as the Yapper. </span><span style="font-family:georgia;">I have been so burdened by her talking that I can't quit talking to her about it.<br /><br />Yesterday I finally got some relief.<br /><br />The beauty of her being such a talker is that we are created for relationship. What better way to cultivate healthy relationships than to communicate.<br /></span>Dorryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16299856778850212149noreply@blogger.com2