<?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-4466250917773557642</id><updated>2011-07-07T23:50:24.499-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HE IS ENOUGH</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaseriley.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4466250917773557642/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaseriley.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03543194553101502423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_qAKtUe7xzs/TZtUKAzy3pI/AAAAAAAAAGs/kl6SLUOj4e4/s220/Mary.bmp'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>24</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4466250917773557642.post-7280210672472656449</id><published>2011-04-05T07:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-05T07:44:18.445-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Things I love about April</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-glAfdkDYh8k/TZsqoxaCNDI/AAAAAAAAAGk/RG3m0xdaie8/s1600/Yoga%2Bpants.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592110242256270386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-glAfdkDYh8k/TZsqoxaCNDI/AAAAAAAAAGk/RG3m0xdaie8/s200/Yoga%2Bpants.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yoga Pants &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UFjFAHDSGgw/TZsqf-wjblI/AAAAAAAAAGc/6KVsx_bM2cU/s1600/Exercise.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592110091221560914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UFjFAHDSGgw/TZsqf-wjblI/AAAAAAAAAGc/6KVsx_bM2cU/s200/Exercise.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Exercise &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tDM6sC6Kk5s/TZsqZL2S-gI/AAAAAAAAAGU/3sn4yUAkJpI/s1600/Spring%2BDress.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592109974476225026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tDM6sC6Kk5s/TZsqZL2S-gI/AAAAAAAAAGU/3sn4yUAkJpI/s200/Spring%2BDress.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Heart.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dUH8UUMq8ck/TZso1m1Wo8I/AAAAAAAAAGM/tSgtgRiSmlg/s1600/happy-birthday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592108263733109698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 146px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dUH8UUMq8ck/TZso1m1Wo8I/AAAAAAAAAGM/tSgtgRiSmlg/s200/happy-birthday.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My Birthday... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yvuN33Scs-8/TZsouJJdFLI/AAAAAAAAAGE/ZGYcOyT2u_8/s1600/Spring%2BPictures.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592108135505269938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yvuN33Scs-8/TZsouJJdFLI/AAAAAAAAAGE/ZGYcOyT2u_8/s200/Spring%2BPictures.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Lake Junaluska at Spring Time &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4466250917773557642-7280210672472656449?l=chaseriley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaseriley.blogspot.com/feeds/7280210672472656449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4466250917773557642&amp;postID=7280210672472656449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4466250917773557642/posts/default/7280210672472656449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4466250917773557642/posts/default/7280210672472656449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaseriley.blogspot.com/2011/04/things-i-love-about-april.html' title='Things I love about April'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03543194553101502423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_qAKtUe7xzs/TZtUKAzy3pI/AAAAAAAAAGs/kl6SLUOj4e4/s220/Mary.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-glAfdkDYh8k/TZsqoxaCNDI/AAAAAAAAAGk/RG3m0xdaie8/s72-c/Yoga%2Bpants.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4466250917773557642.post-8749123855353211609</id><published>2010-07-23T11:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-23T11:54:11.438-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The strong and Mighty Jehovah</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;"Who is the King of glory? Jehovah, strong and mighty, Jehovah mighty in battle."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Is thy heart faint? Thy strength but utter weakness? Behold thy Lord---Jehovah-- a soldier, a warrior, with sufficient power to break down every opposition. Hear Him say, " My presence shall go with thee to conquer every foe." Strong and might Jehovah, give me victory over all the power of the enemy this day.  Let it be so...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4466250917773557642-8749123855353211609?l=chaseriley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaseriley.blogspot.com/feeds/8749123855353211609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4466250917773557642&amp;postID=8749123855353211609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4466250917773557642/posts/default/8749123855353211609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4466250917773557642/posts/default/8749123855353211609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaseriley.blogspot.com/2010/07/strong-and-mighty-jehovah.html' title='The strong and Mighty Jehovah'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03543194553101502423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_qAKtUe7xzs/TZtUKAzy3pI/AAAAAAAAAGs/kl6SLUOj4e4/s220/Mary.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4466250917773557642.post-5874749523770956363</id><published>2010-07-21T13:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-21T13:14:22.386-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jehovah, Mighty in Battle</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;"Who is the King of Glory?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Jehovah, mighty in battle."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;     Psalm 24:8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;No life can be lived for God in these difficult days without terrific conflict. Foes within and foes without assail each saint continuously. Principalities and powers are arrayed against the child of God who seeks to serve His Master. We have no might with which to meet "this great host that cometh out against us," but JEHOVAH, MIGHTY IN BATTLE, is our Savior, our Intercessor, our Elder Brother, our ever-present Friend. ' Sure, I must fight if I would win: increase my courage, Lord." This is where I am at today...Let it be so Lord. Let it be so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4466250917773557642-5874749523770956363?l=chaseriley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaseriley.blogspot.com/feeds/5874749523770956363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4466250917773557642&amp;postID=5874749523770956363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4466250917773557642/posts/default/5874749523770956363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4466250917773557642/posts/default/5874749523770956363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaseriley.blogspot.com/2010/07/jehovah-mighty-in-battle.html' title='Jehovah, Mighty in Battle'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03543194553101502423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_qAKtUe7xzs/TZtUKAzy3pI/AAAAAAAAAGs/kl6SLUOj4e4/s220/Mary.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4466250917773557642.post-637309975430331661</id><published>2010-02-17T05:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T05:49:12.691-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lent</title><content type='html'>Definition of Lent: The period leading up to Easter. The purpose of Lent is the preparation of the believer — through prayer, repentence, charity and self-denial — for the annual observance during Holy Week of the Death and Resurrection of Jesus, which recalls the events linked to the Passion of Christ and culminates in Easter, the celebration of the Resurrection of Jesus Christ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You do not have to be Catholic to observe Lent. I try to use this time to just spend more time reading my Bible and praying. Especially because Jesus being raised from the dead is THE basis for my faith. It's an interesting thing to think about....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If Jesus didn't rise from the dead, my life is a sham. I've invested everything in, staked everything on, entrusted everything to the historical fact of the empty tomb of Jesus. If his body and bones are still buried somewhere in Palestine, or have long since disintegrated under the force of time and the laws of physics, nothing has meaning for me, nor do I have meaning for anything or anyone else. &lt;a href="http://www.enjoyinggodministries.com/article/35-what-if-christ-is-not-risen-part-1/"&gt;-Sam Storms&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4466250917773557642-637309975430331661?l=chaseriley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaseriley.blogspot.com/feeds/637309975430331661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4466250917773557642&amp;postID=637309975430331661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4466250917773557642/posts/default/637309975430331661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4466250917773557642/posts/default/637309975430331661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaseriley.blogspot.com/2010/02/lent.html' title='Lent'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03543194553101502423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_qAKtUe7xzs/TZtUKAzy3pI/AAAAAAAAAGs/kl6SLUOj4e4/s220/Mary.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4466250917773557642.post-5960461225400558878</id><published>2009-07-29T08:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T08:48:09.163-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1. Who is your man? Richie, Rich, Richard,&lt;br /&gt;2. How long have you been together? 18 years.&lt;br /&gt;3. How long dated? 2 yrs&lt;br /&gt;4. How old is your man?40...Holy cow that is old&lt;br /&gt;5. Who eats more? Him&lt;br /&gt;6. Who said “I love you” first? Not sure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Who is taller? He is... that would be WEIRD if I was taller. *grin*&lt;br /&gt;8. Who sings better? Me&lt;br /&gt;9. Who is smarter? me book smart ,him street smart&lt;br /&gt;10. Whose temper is worse? Probably me. :)&lt;br /&gt;11. Who does the laundry? Both&lt;br /&gt;12. Who takes out the garbage? We both do.&lt;br /&gt;13. Who sleeps on the right side of the bed? HIM&lt;br /&gt;14. Who pays the bills? me&lt;br /&gt;15. Who is better with the computer? me&lt;br /&gt;16. Who mows the lawn? both&lt;br /&gt;17. Who cooks dinner? HIM ALWAYS&lt;br /&gt;18. Who drives when you are together? It's all him... he's the man... he does the driving.&lt;br /&gt;19. Who pays when you go out? Either... depends on which one has better access to their wallet. :)&lt;br /&gt;20. Who is most stubborn? Unfortunately we are BOTH stubborn but in different ways.&lt;br /&gt;21. Who is the first to admit when they are wrong? Me&lt;br /&gt;22. Whose parents do you see the most? Mine, &lt;br /&gt;23. Who kissed who first? I kissed him on our first date.... he was SPEECHLESS.&lt;br /&gt;24. Who asked who out? HE ASK ME OUT&lt;br /&gt;5. Who proposed? Him.&lt;br /&gt;26. Who is more sensitive? Me.&lt;br /&gt;27. Who has more friends? HIM&lt;br /&gt;28. Who has more siblings? Me.&lt;br /&gt;29. Who wears the pants in the family? He does&lt;br /&gt;30. How did you meet? BLIND DATE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4466250917773557642-5960461225400558878?l=chaseriley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaseriley.blogspot.com/feeds/5960461225400558878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4466250917773557642&amp;postID=5960461225400558878' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4466250917773557642/posts/default/5960461225400558878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4466250917773557642/posts/default/5960461225400558878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaseriley.blogspot.com/2009/07/1.html' title=''/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03543194553101502423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_qAKtUe7xzs/TZtUKAzy3pI/AAAAAAAAAGs/kl6SLUOj4e4/s220/Mary.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4466250917773557642.post-1545799264084049928</id><published>2009-03-09T08:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T08:14:50.470-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Consider the Love.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt; I came across this post at riggsfamilyblog.com and fell in love with it. Enjoy!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Consider the Love&lt;/strong&gt; Psalms 8. 3-5: When I consider Your heavens, the work of Your fingers, The moon and the stars, which You have ordained, What is man that You are mindful of him, And the son of man that You visit him? For You have made him a little lower than the angels, And You have crowned him with glory and honor.Stop. Earnestly consider with me for a few moments what great and wondrous love God has shown to us as His children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Job 37. 14 "Listen to this, O Job; Stand still and consider the wondrous works of God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Consider the love&lt;/strong&gt; of God that creates us, draws us, empowers us, secures us and blesses us… then rewards us as if we did this by our own strength and ability.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Consider the love&lt;/strong&gt; of God, who in eternity past knew that we would reject Him, deny Him, mock Him, shame Him and curse Him… and created us anyway that He might shower His love on us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2Pet 3.14-15 Therefore, beloved, looking forward to these things, be diligent to be found by Him in peace, without spot and blameless; and consider that the longsuffering of our Lord is salvation…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Consider the love&lt;/strong&gt; of God that gave His own Son to suffer and die because of us, then blesses us with eternal life because of Him.Heb 12.2-3 …looking unto Jesus, the author and finisher of our faith, who for the joy that was set before Him endured the cross, despising the shame, and has sat down at the right hand of the throne of God. For consider Him who endured such hostility from sinners against Himself, lest you become weary and discouraged in your souls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Consider the love&lt;/strong&gt; of God that waits on us in great mercy and patience, forgiving our pride; enduring our repeated failures; blessing us despite our most certain return to sin.Rom 11.22 Therefore consider the goodness and severity of God: on those who fell, severity; but toward you, goodness, if you continue in His goodness. Otherwise you also will be cut off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Consider the love&lt;/strong&gt; of God that is deeper than our love of sin; consider the love of God that is more powerful than our love of self; consider the love of God that is more enduring than our lack of faith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Consider the love&lt;/strong&gt; of God that grants us everything required to live a life pleasing to Him (2Pet 1.3), and then blesses us as if we met those requirements by ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Consider the love&lt;/strong&gt; of God that transforms and molds us into the image of His Son through no ability of our own, and then rewards us for what only He could have done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Consider the love&lt;/strong&gt; of God who has given us all we have (1Cor 4.7), from our very first breath to every talent we possess and then blesses us when we use those same God-granted gifts for His glory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Consider the love&lt;/strong&gt; of God that is preparing unimaginable eternal rewards (Jn 14.2)… a reward that we could never earn, being the opposite of what we truly deserve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Consider the love&lt;/strong&gt; of God that makes every day entrusted to Him a day of guiltless peace and joy in spite of circumstances (Phil 4.7)... even when those circumstances that befall us are caused by our own sinful choices.Rom 8.18 For I consider that the sufferings of this present time are not worthy to be compared with the glory which shall be revealed in us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop. Be still. Know God. Consider His love for you at this very moment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4466250917773557642-1545799264084049928?l=chaseriley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaseriley.blogspot.com/feeds/1545799264084049928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4466250917773557642&amp;postID=1545799264084049928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4466250917773557642/posts/default/1545799264084049928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4466250917773557642/posts/default/1545799264084049928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaseriley.blogspot.com/2009/03/consider-love.html' title='Consider the Love.'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03543194553101502423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_qAKtUe7xzs/TZtUKAzy3pI/AAAAAAAAAGs/kl6SLUOj4e4/s220/Mary.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4466250917773557642.post-6830689040167206662</id><published>2009-03-03T13:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T13:30:15.423-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://mylovedareblog.blogspot.com/2009/02/day-2-love-is-kind.html"&gt;Day 2 ~ Love is Kind&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be kind to one another, tender-hearted, forgiving each other, just as God in Christ also has forgiven you. -Ephesians 4:32&lt;br /&gt;Kindness is love in action.  If patience is how love reacts in order to minimize a negative circumstance, kindness i show love acts to maximize a positive circumstance.  Patience avoids a problem, kindness creats a blessing.  On is preventive, the other proactive.  These two sides of love are the cornerstones on which many of the other attributes we will discuss are built.&lt;br /&gt;Love makes you kind.  And kindness makes you likable.  When you're kind people want to be aroudn you.  They see you as being good to them and good for them.&lt;br /&gt;Kind people always seem to find favor wherever they go, even at home.  Kindness is broken down into 4 basic core ingredients:&lt;br /&gt;~Gentleness. &lt;br /&gt;~Helpfulness&lt;br /&gt;~ Willingness&lt;br /&gt;~ Initiative&lt;br /&gt;Wasn't kindness one of the key things that drew you and your spouse together in the first place?  When you married weren't you expecting to enjoy his or her kindness for the rest of your life?&lt;br /&gt;Even though years can take the edge off that desire, your enjoyment in marriage is still linked daily to the level of kindness expressed. &lt;br /&gt;The Bible describes a woman whose husband and children bless and praise her.  Among her noble attributes are these: "She opens her mouth in wisdom, and the teaching of kindness is on her tongue" (Proverbs 31:26).  How about you?  How would your spouse describe you on the kindness meter?   Do you wait to be asked or do you take the initiative to help?  Don't wait for your spouse to be kind first.&lt;br /&gt;It is difficult to demonstrate love when you feel little to no motivation.  But love in its truest sense is not based on feelings.  Rather, love dtermines to show thoughtful actions evven when there seems to be no reward.  You will never learn to love until you learn to demonstrate kindess.&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;Today's Dare and questions to think on at your completion of your dare:&lt;br /&gt;In addition to saying nothing negative to your spouse (day 1 dare) again today, do at least one unexpected gesture as an act of kindness.&lt;br /&gt;What discoveries about love did you make today?&lt;br /&gt;What specifically did you do in this dare?&lt;br /&gt;How did you show kindness?&lt;br /&gt;*The Dare posts are excerpts taken from The Love Dare written by Stephen and Alex Kendrick&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4466250917773557642-6830689040167206662?l=chaseriley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaseriley.blogspot.com/feeds/6830689040167206662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4466250917773557642&amp;postID=6830689040167206662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4466250917773557642/posts/default/6830689040167206662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4466250917773557642/posts/default/6830689040167206662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaseriley.blogspot.com/2009/03/day-2-love-is-kind-be-kind-to-one.html' title=''/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03543194553101502423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_qAKtUe7xzs/TZtUKAzy3pI/AAAAAAAAAGs/kl6SLUOj4e4/s220/Mary.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4466250917773557642.post-5113429802187259371</id><published>2009-03-02T11:19:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T11:19:47.448-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://mylovedareblog.blogspot.com/2009/02/love-dare-journey-day-1-love-is-patient.html"&gt;Love Dare Journey Day 1 ~ Love is Patient&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to the Love Dare Journey. I am so excited to have you all participate with me in this wonderful journey. Today I am posting the Day 1 Dare, along with some points in the chapter just in case there are some that haven't had a chance to get the book or some newbies that decided to join (in which case please sign the mister linky sticky welcome post &lt;a href="http://mylovedareblog.blogspot.com/2009/01/lets-play-how-many-times-can-we-sign-up.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. Before I post the dare I will tell you a little about how I am going to do this on here. I will one day post the dare and the next day I will post my story on the previous days dare. In my story post I will add a linky for those who are blogging their journey's to link in my post and they just link that day's dare post to that mister linky. Then I will post another post with the next days dare and so on. Now moving onto Day 1. The info I post on the dare posts (not my story) are taken from The Love DAre book~Love is Patient~Be completely humble and gentle; be patient, bearing with one another in love. Ephesians 4:2Today's chapter talks about how love is life's most powerful motivator and has far greater depth and meaning than most people realize. It always does what's best for others and can empower us to face the greatest of our problems. Love is built on 2 pillars that best define what it is patience and kindness. The beginning of our journey begins with patience.Love will inspire you to become a patient person. When you choose to be patient, you respond in a positive way to a negative situation. Patience brings an internal calm during an external storm. No one likes to be around an impatient person. It causes you to overreact in angry, foolish, and regrettable ways. Patiences stops problems in their tracks. It is a choice to control your emotions rather than allowing your emotions to control you, and shows discretion instead of returning evil for evil.If your spouse offends you, do you quickly retaliate, or do you stay under control? Do you find that your anger is your emotional default when treated unfairly? If so, you are spreading poison rather than medicine. Anger is usually caused when a strong desire for something is mixed with disappointment or grief. It's often an emotional reaction that flows out of our own selfishness, foolishness, or evil motives.Patiences, however makes us wise. It doesn't rush to judgement but listens to what the other person is saying. The Bible says "He who is slow to anger has great understanding, but he who is quick tempered exalts folly (Proverbs 14:29). As sure as a lack of patience will turn your home into a war zone,practicing patiences will foster peace and quiet.Patience gives your spouse permission to be human. It understands that everyone fails. When a mistake is made, patience chooses to give them more time than they deserve to correct it. Can your spouse count on having a patient wife/husband to deal with? What would the tone and volume of your home be like if you tried this biblical approach: "See that no one repays another evil for evil, but always seek after that which is good for one another" (1 Thessalonians 5:15)Few of us do patient very well and none of us do it naturally. But wise men/women will pursue it as an essential ingredient to their marriage relationships. This love dare journey is a process, and the first thing you must resolve to possess is patience. Today's Dare:The First Part of This Dare is Fairly simple. Although Love is communicated in a number of ways, our words often reflect the condition of our heart. For the next day, resolve to demonstrate patience and to say nothing negative to your spouse at all. If the temptations arises, choose not to say anything. It's better to hold your tongue than to say something you will regret.Questions to ask yourself after completing this dare:Did anything happen today to cause anger toward your mate?Were you tempted to think disapproving thoughts and to let them come out in word?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4466250917773557642-5113429802187259371?l=chaseriley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaseriley.blogspot.com/feeds/5113429802187259371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4466250917773557642&amp;postID=5113429802187259371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4466250917773557642/posts/default/5113429802187259371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4466250917773557642/posts/default/5113429802187259371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaseriley.blogspot.com/2009/03/love-dare-journey-day-1-love-is-patient.html' title=''/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03543194553101502423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_qAKtUe7xzs/TZtUKAzy3pI/AAAAAAAAAGs/kl6SLUOj4e4/s220/Mary.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4466250917773557642.post-5504080024109204073</id><published>2009-02-20T12:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T12:58:13.139-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Riley Walker!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jr18HXpp5Fk/SZ8ZUo_zsWI/AAAAAAAAACg/5Z0XwRIeBXg/s1600-h/Mary.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304986728458858850" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jr18HXpp5Fk/SZ8ZUo_zsWI/AAAAAAAAACg/5Z0XwRIeBXg/s320/Mary.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ten years ago today my Riley Walker was born.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Random things I love about him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. His middle name which is my maiden name. I wish I had called him Walker.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. He is a FREE spirit...his own time, his own way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. I love that he still whats me to tuck him in at night and give him hugs and kisses.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. that he tries his best in school, even if it is not perfect.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. that he loves base ball more than anything in this world and that he is good at it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. that he accepted Christ as his Savior. My proudest moment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. that he loves his dad and thinks he is awesome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;8.that he is non stop from the time he wakes up till the time he goes down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love you Riley Walker, you are the best.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4466250917773557642-5504080024109204073?l=chaseriley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaseriley.blogspot.com/feeds/5504080024109204073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4466250917773557642&amp;postID=5504080024109204073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4466250917773557642/posts/default/5504080024109204073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4466250917773557642/posts/default/5504080024109204073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaseriley.blogspot.com/2009/02/happy-birthday-riley-walker.html' title='Happy Birthday Riley Walker!'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03543194553101502423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_qAKtUe7xzs/TZtUKAzy3pI/AAAAAAAAAGs/kl6SLUOj4e4/s220/Mary.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jr18HXpp5Fk/SZ8ZUo_zsWI/AAAAAAAAACg/5Z0XwRIeBXg/s72-c/Mary.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4466250917773557642.post-2548017514802045062</id><published>2009-02-11T05:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T06:01:03.531-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jr18HXpp5Fk/SZLZzcscKmI/AAAAAAAAACY/El9hAq9Vf0c/s1600-h/on633412-03p01v01old+navy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301539189267638882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 241px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jr18HXpp5Fk/SZLZzcscKmI/AAAAAAAAACY/El9hAq9Vf0c/s320/on633412-03p01v01old+navy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me and my son C are getting to take a trip to Disney in April with his Chorus Class. Would this not be cute to wear with flip flops. Comfy and Cute. I need all the colors that they have.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4466250917773557642-2548017514802045062?l=chaseriley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaseriley.blogspot.com/feeds/2548017514802045062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4466250917773557642&amp;postID=2548017514802045062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4466250917773557642/posts/default/2548017514802045062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4466250917773557642/posts/default/2548017514802045062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaseriley.blogspot.com/2009/02/me-and-my-son-c-are-getting-to-take.html' title=''/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03543194553101502423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_qAKtUe7xzs/TZtUKAzy3pI/AAAAAAAAAGs/kl6SLUOj4e4/s220/Mary.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jr18HXpp5Fk/SZLZzcscKmI/AAAAAAAAACY/El9hAq9Vf0c/s72-c/on633412-03p01v01old+navy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4466250917773557642.post-8001421969082849505</id><published>2009-02-11T05:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T05:53:02.843-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Things I Love..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I got this idea from my friend Megan at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.megangilliam.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;www.megangilliam.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; I hope see won't mind that I am stealing it..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Random Things I love...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;1.I love rainy days when all you have to do is stay inside and curl up on the couch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;2. I love road trips with my girlfriends, we have the best time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;3. I love my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;teva&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;flip flops&lt;/span&gt;, if I could wear them summer,fall,winter and spring I would.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;4. I love to take baths and read a book at the same time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;5. I love my new kitchen, even though I don't love to cook, I love my kitchen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;6.. I love that my children have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Christain's&lt;/span&gt; for teachers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;7.  I love my Jesus. He saved me and is still saving me from a life of sin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;8.. I love cleaning supplies, I love for my house to be clean and smell of cleaning supplies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;9.  I love for my pantry and freezer to be stocked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;10. I love thanksgiving at my grandparents with all my extended family. No presents just lots of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;       love and food. That will be my favorite memory.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4466250917773557642-8001421969082849505?l=chaseriley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaseriley.blogspot.com/feeds/8001421969082849505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4466250917773557642&amp;postID=8001421969082849505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4466250917773557642/posts/default/8001421969082849505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4466250917773557642/posts/default/8001421969082849505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaseriley.blogspot.com/2009/02/random-things-i-love.html' title='Random Things I Love..'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03543194553101502423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_qAKtUe7xzs/TZtUKAzy3pI/AAAAAAAAAGs/kl6SLUOj4e4/s220/Mary.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4466250917773557642.post-3609838130811755899</id><published>2009-02-09T07:26:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T07:35:54.915-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Me Monday!!!</title><content type='html'>OK first off...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;completely&lt;/span&gt; addicted to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;face book&lt;/span&gt;, I so have not talked to so many people I have lost touch with over the years. If you have not tried it, I recommend that you don't. It is so not fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I completely did not send my friend R a text message talking about someone &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Else's&lt;/span&gt; marriage only to not send it to R, but sent it to my preacher instead. I was so not busted, he so did not call him. Lesson Learned..Oh...He was very kind about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not go and celebrate my grandfathers 90&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; birthday on Saturday night. He is not the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did not have a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;beautiful&lt;/span&gt; weekend here in the mountains of N.C. We did not take the opportunity to soak it in, because our weather here will not change tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and my oldest son C are not getting the opportunity to go to Disney World in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;April&lt;/span&gt; with his chorus class, we are not super excited to go. This would not be happening unless we had some very giving family members. We are not blessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best of all I am not thankful that God is not making all things new again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4466250917773557642-3609838130811755899?l=chaseriley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaseriley.blogspot.com/feeds/3609838130811755899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4466250917773557642&amp;postID=3609838130811755899' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4466250917773557642/posts/default/3609838130811755899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4466250917773557642/posts/default/3609838130811755899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaseriley.blogspot.com/2009/02/not-me-monday.html' title='Not Me Monday!!!'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03543194553101502423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_qAKtUe7xzs/TZtUKAzy3pI/AAAAAAAAAGs/kl6SLUOj4e4/s220/Mary.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4466250917773557642.post-4909863439570828638</id><published>2009-01-29T08:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T08:44:27.085-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lesson for the Day.</title><content type='html'>Send a text to your best friend about something you said about somebody else, only to find out it wasn't true so text your friend back to tell her that it may or may not be true considering the source of where it come from ,so don't say anything. Only to send that text to the wrong person....my pastor....yep...he called me....had to tell him the whole story.  He was very kind, gave great advice...Guard your tongue, let your conversation be always full of grace, seasoned with salt, so that you may know how to answer everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lesson for the Day.....Don't gossip, it may come back and bite you on the rear.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4466250917773557642-4909863439570828638?l=chaseriley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaseriley.blogspot.com/feeds/4909863439570828638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4466250917773557642&amp;postID=4909863439570828638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4466250917773557642/posts/default/4909863439570828638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4466250917773557642/posts/default/4909863439570828638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaseriley.blogspot.com/2009/01/lesson-for-day.html' title='Lesson for the Day.'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03543194553101502423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_qAKtUe7xzs/TZtUKAzy3pI/AAAAAAAAAGs/kl6SLUOj4e4/s220/Mary.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4466250917773557642.post-5234123214585692899</id><published>2009-01-28T08:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T08:38:49.342-08:00</updated><title type='text'>25 THINGS ABOUT ME!</title><content type='html'>1. I live in the great smokey mountains of Western North Carolina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I work at a Funeral Home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I have been with my husband for 17 years, 2 years dating, 15 years marriage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I have gone to the same church my whole life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. My best friend since nursery school is the worship leader there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I am named after my father's mother, she passed away when I was 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I have 2 sons, 13 and 9.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. I have been diagnosed with chronic kidney stones, I once spent 7 days in the&lt;br /&gt;hospital for a stone the size of a marble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. My maternal grandparents are still living. Age 90 and 88.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. I have been dieting for 3 years and have lost 50 pounds total.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. I have walked 2 1/2 miles 5 days a week for the last 3 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. I have 2 best friends, that I love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. I was so not popular in high school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. My first car was a 1982 blue accord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. My car now is a 2006 red Honda element, which I love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. I was scared when my older went to Middle School.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. I was bullied in middle school (8th grade).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. I never wanted anymore than 2 children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. I had 2 ultrasounds with my first that told me it was a girl, he was not, he was a boy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. I had a spinal headache with my second child for 7 days, had to have 2 blood patches.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4466250917773557642-5234123214585692899?l=chaseriley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaseriley.blogspot.com/feeds/5234123214585692899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4466250917773557642&amp;postID=5234123214585692899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4466250917773557642/posts/default/5234123214585692899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4466250917773557642/posts/default/5234123214585692899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaseriley.blogspot.com/2009/01/25-things-about-me.html' title='25 THINGS ABOUT ME!'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03543194553101502423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_qAKtUe7xzs/TZtUKAzy3pI/AAAAAAAAAGs/kl6SLUOj4e4/s220/Mary.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4466250917773557642.post-4721891380232868070</id><published>2009-01-27T10:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T10:55:30.343-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Addiction!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jr18HXpp5Fk/SX9YckXAKjI/AAAAAAAAACQ/CLYJ6e3m8ew/s1600-h/cp-pn-scrabble.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 292px; height: 180px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jr18HXpp5Fk/SX9YckXAKjI/AAAAAAAAACQ/CLYJ6e3m8ew/s320/cp-pn-scrabble.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296048934630730290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, Love , Love to play scrabble online!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4466250917773557642-4721891380232868070?l=chaseriley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaseriley.blogspot.com/feeds/4721891380232868070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4466250917773557642&amp;postID=4721891380232868070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4466250917773557642/posts/default/4721891380232868070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4466250917773557642/posts/default/4721891380232868070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaseriley.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-addiction.html' title='My Addiction!'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03543194553101502423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_qAKtUe7xzs/TZtUKAzy3pI/AAAAAAAAAGs/kl6SLUOj4e4/s220/Mary.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jr18HXpp5Fk/SX9YckXAKjI/AAAAAAAAACQ/CLYJ6e3m8ew/s72-c/cp-pn-scrabble.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4466250917773557642.post-5435587664798606956</id><published>2009-01-27T09:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T09:15:58.896-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is Lunch!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jr18HXpp5Fk/SX9AunnAcxI/AAAAAAAAACI/n5jCURPL6PA/s1600-h/200871513161993777801.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 177px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jr18HXpp5Fk/SX9AunnAcxI/AAAAAAAAACI/n5jCURPL6PA/s320/200871513161993777801.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296022856461742866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is lunch so that I can fit into those jeans below...and by the way they are True Religion jeans and they are way out of my price range but a girl can wisg can't she!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4466250917773557642-5435587664798606956?l=chaseriley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaseriley.blogspot.com/feeds/5435587664798606956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4466250917773557642&amp;postID=5435587664798606956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4466250917773557642/posts/default/5435587664798606956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4466250917773557642/posts/default/5435587664798606956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaseriley.blogspot.com/2009/01/this-is-lunch.html' title='This is Lunch!!!!'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03543194553101502423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_qAKtUe7xzs/TZtUKAzy3pI/AAAAAAAAAGs/kl6SLUOj4e4/s220/Mary.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jr18HXpp5Fk/SX9AunnAcxI/AAAAAAAAACI/n5jCURPL6PA/s72-c/200871513161993777801.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4466250917773557642.post-5301728770821904064</id><published>2009-01-27T08:59:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T09:01:01.117-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jr18HXpp5Fk/SX89b9Zrb6I/AAAAAAAAACA/ETkPQ6lUcXM/s1600-h/2610_dark_savannah_l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jr18HXpp5Fk/SX89b9Zrb6I/AAAAAAAAACA/ETkPQ6lUcXM/s320/2610_dark_savannah_l.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296019237359021986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really, Really want these jeans!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4466250917773557642-5301728770821904064?l=chaseriley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaseriley.blogspot.com/feeds/5301728770821904064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4466250917773557642&amp;postID=5301728770821904064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4466250917773557642/posts/default/5301728770821904064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4466250917773557642/posts/default/5301728770821904064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaseriley.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-really-really-want-these-jeans.html' title=''/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03543194553101502423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_qAKtUe7xzs/TZtUKAzy3pI/AAAAAAAAAGs/kl6SLUOj4e4/s220/Mary.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jr18HXpp5Fk/SX89b9Zrb6I/AAAAAAAAACA/ETkPQ6lUcXM/s72-c/2610_dark_savannah_l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4466250917773557642.post-4131282981137179823</id><published>2009-01-19T08:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T08:40:43.822-08:00</updated><title type='text'>NOT ME MONDAY!</title><content type='html'>Hello Monday...where oh where did the weekend go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not spend all day on Saturday cleaning my house and doing laundry only to wake up this morning to realize that some kind of wild monkeys came in during the middle of the night to mess up the house again and dirty all the clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not let my 13 year old ride to church last night with a 17 year old. That would not make me nervous considering that I am not a worrier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not sitting here at my desk looking out the window waiting on the snow that is supposed to hit the great smoky mountains. We are not the frozen tundra and we do not look forward to what little bit of snow that we do get. I am not hoping for a snow day tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not eat 3 pieces of pizza for supper last night, that would not have been on my diet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doctor did not take me off caffeine, that would not make me sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did you not do this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S I am praying for Harper.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4466250917773557642-4131282981137179823?l=chaseriley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaseriley.blogspot.com/feeds/4131282981137179823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4466250917773557642&amp;postID=4131282981137179823' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4466250917773557642/posts/default/4131282981137179823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4466250917773557642/posts/default/4131282981137179823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaseriley.blogspot.com/2009/01/not-me-monday.html' title='NOT ME MONDAY!'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03543194553101502423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_qAKtUe7xzs/TZtUKAzy3pI/AAAAAAAAAGs/kl6SLUOj4e4/s220/Mary.bmp'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4466250917773557642.post-3014593747355623591</id><published>2009-01-19T07:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T07:11:51.258-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pray for Harper</title><content type='html'>Turn your ears to us Father as we cry out in prayer for this child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord, you are the Father of all things. You are the father of this sweet baby girl who is in need of your power. We recognize your dominion over all things, and we bow to your sovereignty....Lord, bless this family as they walk these twisted roads, and at every turn, remind them of your presence and grant them your peace. Amen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4466250917773557642-3014593747355623591?l=chaseriley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaseriley.blogspot.com/feeds/3014593747355623591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4466250917773557642&amp;postID=3014593747355623591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4466250917773557642/posts/default/3014593747355623591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4466250917773557642/posts/default/3014593747355623591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaseriley.blogspot.com/2009/01/pray-for-harper.html' title='Pray for Harper'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03543194553101502423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_qAKtUe7xzs/TZtUKAzy3pI/AAAAAAAAAGs/kl6SLUOj4e4/s220/Mary.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4466250917773557642.post-1867022539783986930</id><published>2008-12-29T09:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T09:39:38.370-08:00</updated><title type='text'>BECAUSE HE IS MY SAVIOR!</title><content type='html'>I have a friend who has been married for 34 years.... had an affair, her husband kicked her out of the house, she is on a downward spiral...still seeing this man, going to the bars, drinking...not living like the Christian that she professes to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday morning at church our youth pastor brought the message..and this comment struck a chord with me. All this time with my friend I have been saying everything will be fine, get counseling, talk to your husband, talk to our pastor. But in hind sight I was turning a blind eye to her situation. Until yesterday when I heard this statement. YOU ARE REPRESENTING MY SAVIOR,THEREFORE YOU ARE REPRESENTING ME, AND WHAT YOU ARE DOING IS NOT RIGHT. So I will tell her today that what she is doing is wrong, which is a big step for me because I hate confrontation, it is just not me. But because HE is my Savior I will take the step.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love her..and I want her to live the life that she has professes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because here is the thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have choices every second of the day, to serve the Lord. To honor Him with our speech and with our thoughts, with the way we love those around us and the way we worship. Every moment, there is another opportunity, and I want to use as many of them as He will allow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see you there, Lord and I will not turn from you. Not in my joy, not on my agony, not ever. I will remember the scars and the gracious Love that the world could not believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want this for my friend who is struggling.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4466250917773557642-1867022539783986930?l=chaseriley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaseriley.blogspot.com/feeds/1867022539783986930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4466250917773557642&amp;postID=1867022539783986930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4466250917773557642/posts/default/1867022539783986930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4466250917773557642/posts/default/1867022539783986930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaseriley.blogspot.com/2008/12/because-he-is-my-savior.html' title='BECAUSE HE IS MY SAVIOR!'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03543194553101502423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_qAKtUe7xzs/TZtUKAzy3pI/AAAAAAAAAGs/kl6SLUOj4e4/s220/Mary.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4466250917773557642.post-4229281117251968742</id><published>2008-12-18T06:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T10:38:28.748-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Super Cute} &lt;br /&gt;Answers given by 2nd grade school children to the following questions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why did God make mothers?&lt;br /&gt;1. She's the only one who knows where the scotch tape is.&lt;br /&gt;2. Mostly to clean the house.&lt;br /&gt;3. To help us out of there when we were getting born.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did God make mothers?&lt;br /&gt;1. He used dirt, just like for the rest of us.&lt;br /&gt;2. Magic plus super powers and a lot of stirring.&lt;br /&gt;3. God made my Mom just the same like he made me. He just used bigger parts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What ingredients are mothers made of ?&lt;br /&gt;1. God makes mothers out of clouds and angel hair and everything nice in the world and one dab of mean.&lt;br /&gt;2. They had to get their start from men's bones. Then they mostly use string, I think. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why did God give you your mother and not some other mom?&lt;br /&gt;1. We're related.&lt;br /&gt;2. God knew she likes me a lot20more than other people's moms like me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What kind of little girl was your mom?&lt;br /&gt;1. My Mom has always been my mom and none of that other stuff.&lt;br /&gt;2. I don't know because I wasn't there, but my guess would be pretty bossy.&lt;br /&gt;3. They say she used to be nice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did Mom need to know about dad before she married him?&lt;br /&gt;1. His last name.&lt;br /&gt;2. She had to know his background. Like is he a crook? Does he get drunk on beer?&lt;br /&gt;3. Does he make at least $800 a year? Did he say NO to drugs and YES to chores? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why did your mom marry your dad? &lt;br /&gt;1. My dad makes the best spaghetti in the world. And my Mom eats a lot.&lt;br /&gt;2. She got too old to do anything else with him.&lt;br /&gt;3. My grandma says that Mom didn't have her thinking cap on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who's the boss at your house?&lt;br /&gt;1. Mom doesn't want to be boss, but she has to because dad's such a goofball.&lt;br /&gt;2. Mom. You can tell by room inspection. She sees the stuff under the bed.&lt;br /&gt;3. I guess Mom is, but only because she has a lot more to do than dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What' s the difference between moms &amp; dads?&lt;br /&gt;1. Moms work at work and work at home and dads just go to work at work.&lt;br /&gt;2. Moms know how to talk to teachers without scaring them.&lt;br /&gt;3. Dads are taller &amp; stronger, but moms have all the real power 'cause that's who you got to ask if you want to sleep over at your friend's.&lt;br /&gt;4. Moms have magic, they make you feel better without medicine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does your mom do in her spare time?&lt;br /&gt;1. Mothers don't do spare time.&lt;br /&gt;2. To hear her tell it, she pays bills all day long. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would it take to make your mom perfect?&lt;br /&gt;1. On the inside she's already perfect. Outside, I think some kind of plastic surgery.&lt;br /&gt;2. Diet. You know, her hair. I'd diet, maybe blue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you could change one thing about your mom, what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;1. She has this weird thing about me keeping my room clean. I'd get rid of that.&lt;br /&gt;2. I'd make my mom smarter. Then she would know it was my sister who did it and not me.&lt;br /&gt;3. I would like for her to get rid of those invisible eyes on the back of her head. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4466250917773557642-4229281117251968742?l=chaseriley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaseriley.blogspot.com/feeds/4229281117251968742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4466250917773557642&amp;postID=4229281117251968742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4466250917773557642/posts/default/4229281117251968742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4466250917773557642/posts/default/4229281117251968742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaseriley.blogspot.com/2008/12/super-cute-answers-given-by-2nd-grade.html' title=''/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03543194553101502423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_qAKtUe7xzs/TZtUKAzy3pI/AAAAAAAAAGs/kl6SLUOj4e4/s220/Mary.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4466250917773557642.post-2394742500373444255</id><published>2008-12-16T06:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T06:19:45.108-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love/hate relationship with the Wal-Mart</title><content type='html'>I live in a small town in Western North Carolina called Waynesville, and when I say small that is what I mean.  We have no department stores besides a Belk and a Goody's and there are no chain restuarants besides your fast food joints.  No Applebees, Outback...you get the picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We do however have a Wal-mart, until recently the Wal-mart has been 5 minutes from my house very convenient, now... we have the "Super Wal-mart" which is now 15 minutes from from house totally unconvenient.  And when I say super... I mean super.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made the long haul last night to finish up my Christmas Shopping and buy a few groceries,I was totally overwhelmed when I walked in the door. I have a problem with buying my eggs and my underware in the same place, it just kinda of freaks me out. Anyway I made it out alive and I have come to realize that my new favorite store could possibly be the "Dollar General"  If you do not have one of these n your town then you are seriously missing out.  Convenient (check) milk and bread (check) washing powders(check).  What more could you ask for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh don't worry, I will be back to the Wal-mart in due time, like I said it is a love/hate relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S We don't have a Target!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4466250917773557642-2394742500373444255?l=chaseriley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaseriley.blogspot.com/feeds/2394742500373444255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4466250917773557642&amp;postID=2394742500373444255' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4466250917773557642/posts/default/2394742500373444255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4466250917773557642/posts/default/2394742500373444255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaseriley.blogspot.com/2008/12/lovehate-relationship-with-wal-mart.html' title='Love/hate relationship with the Wal-Mart'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03543194553101502423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_qAKtUe7xzs/TZtUKAzy3pI/AAAAAAAAAGs/kl6SLUOj4e4/s220/Mary.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4466250917773557642.post-4372919753419642201</id><published>2008-12-15T05:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T05:59:53.972-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Me Monday!</title><content type='html'>I did not just eat a sausage Biscuit from the Burger King, that would not have been on my diet! Seriously!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not scrub my house from top to bottom this weekend only to have it look like a hurricane came through this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not go to a Christmas party Saturday night and play Pictionary with my Sunday School Class we did not have a super time and we totally did not eat to much! (That seems to be the theme of this post).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not cry my eyes out at church on Sunday Morning when our praise and worship team sang Chris Tomlin's "Jesus Messiah" that would not have been me, I never cry at church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not have to leave the choir in the middle of service because mt prescription laxative kicked in, no not me, I would not offer to much information either.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4466250917773557642-4372919753419642201?l=chaseriley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaseriley.blogspot.com/feeds/4372919753419642201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4466250917773557642&amp;postID=4372919753419642201' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4466250917773557642/posts/default/4372919753419642201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4466250917773557642/posts/default/4372919753419642201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaseriley.blogspot.com/2008/12/not-me-monday.html' title='Not Me Monday!'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03543194553101502423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_qAKtUe7xzs/TZtUKAzy3pI/AAAAAAAAAGs/kl6SLUOj4e4/s220/Mary.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4466250917773557642.post-6831263593898865219</id><published>2008-12-11T11:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T07:27:50.889-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Hi, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have working on setting uo this blog for 4 days!. You can tell I am not very busy at work!  I work at a Funeral Home and I guess that is a good thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I live in the mountains of North Carolina, Great Smokies, that is.  If you are familiar with the area I am 10 minutes from Maggie Valley, 30 Minutes from Asheville and 1 hour and 30 minutes from Pigeon Forge.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am married to Big Daddy for 15 years now and we have two sons...Chase who is 13 and Riley who is 9, and one spoiled dog Duke.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;OK... that is to just get started and to see if I have in takers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4466250917773557642-6831263593898865219?l=chaseriley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaseriley.blogspot.com/feeds/6831263593898865219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4466250917773557642&amp;postID=6831263593898865219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4466250917773557642/posts/default/6831263593898865219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4466250917773557642/posts/default/6831263593898865219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaseriley.blogspot.com/2008/12/hi-i-have-working-on-setting-uo-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03543194553101502423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_qAKtUe7xzs/TZtUKAzy3pI/AAAAAAAAAGs/kl6SLUOj4e4/s220/Mary.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
