<?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-7148200887619121892</id><updated>2011-08-02T18:06:03.840-05:00</updated><category term='religion'/><category term='canning'/><category term='Easter'/><category term='bible'/><category term='Mom'/><title type='text'>The Crazed Wife Blog</title><subtitle type='html'>This is a fun, blog.  My husband is always asking if I have written my article for Crazed Wife Magazine, so I thought I would do the next best thing and create a blog.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazedwife.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7148200887619121892/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazedwife.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Marci Nobles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07666698581480828118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S0mvqX1WEws/SkqxtJU4jPI/AAAAAAAAABw/z8ffcEjuoTc/S220/Ethan+and+Marci+Aug+1999.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>11</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7148200887619121892.post-1717219676857904797</id><published>2010-09-28T20:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-28T20:34:18.397-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bible'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='religion'/><title type='text'>The Bible in 90 days...</title><content type='html'>My darlin' hubby and I about a month got smart phones, I got a blackberry and he got an Iphone4. &amp;nbsp;Then we proceeded to download apps. &amp;nbsp;One of the apps was the bible, and in this app there are different reading plans. &amp;nbsp;So we decided to read the bible in 90 days together. &amp;nbsp;We have had some interesting conversations, since we started. I think it will&amp;nbsp;ultimately&amp;nbsp;bring us closer, If we can just get through on the laws and rituals of the old testament. &amp;nbsp;I am really glad we live in the new testament times. &amp;nbsp;I don't know how the&amp;nbsp;Israelites&amp;nbsp;kept all the laws straight. &amp;nbsp;Anyway we should be done reading the bible on December 17th. &amp;nbsp;and I am kind of excited. &amp;nbsp;I think after we get done I will get the kids started on a new testament reading plan. &amp;nbsp;It will&amp;nbsp;interesting&amp;nbsp;having conversations with them about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7148200887619121892-1717219676857904797?l=crazedwife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazedwife.blogspot.com/feeds/1717219676857904797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crazedwife.blogspot.com/2010/09/bible-in-90-days.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7148200887619121892/posts/default/1717219676857904797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7148200887619121892/posts/default/1717219676857904797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazedwife.blogspot.com/2010/09/bible-in-90-days.html' title='The Bible in 90 days...'/><author><name>Marci Nobles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07666698581480828118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S0mvqX1WEws/SkqxtJU4jPI/AAAAAAAAABw/z8ffcEjuoTc/S220/Ethan+and+Marci+Aug+1999.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7148200887619121892.post-7377144414549035246</id><published>2010-07-23T11:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-23T11:34:08.181-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hecktic times...</title><content type='html'>It's been awhile since I posted anything on this here blog...&amp;nbsp; and a lot has happened, school let out, Michael went to NWA and came back on the 4th of July, now Brenda is at Girl Scout camp, and Momma is picking her up today and she won't be back until Aug 18th the day before school starts.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been diganosed with high blood pressure, and Ethan's colonoscopy came back excellent.&amp;nbsp; Ethan got laid off of work, so now he is my house husband while he's looking for a new job.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've gotten Brenda's school supply list and lack about 3 things from having her stuff bought.&amp;nbsp; I got Michael's school supply list for the 8th grade.&amp;nbsp; I am still trying to recover from the heart attack it gave me, I have an appointment with the bank to take out a loan for his supplies.&amp;nbsp; Who in their right mind would want a 13 year old to have a $100 calculator, I've told him he better guard that thing with his life once I buy it.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still have to go school clothes shopping, Brenda will be easy she's not here to argue with me about what I buy her.&amp;nbsp; Michael on the otherhand is a nightmare to take clothes shopping.&amp;nbsp; I even took my sister and Mom with me last year so they could help me wrangle him.&amp;nbsp; Really how hard is it to pick out 5 pairs of jeans and 5 t-shirts.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I am ready for school to start, get everybody back on a normal schedule.&amp;nbsp; It will be nice.&amp;nbsp; Now I just have to make it through Vacation Bible School next week, and all will be good.&amp;nbsp; I may be smacking my husband a couple of times since he volunteered me to be director of VBS.&amp;nbsp; But that's another story for another time.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y'all have a great weekend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7148200887619121892-7377144414549035246?l=crazedwife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazedwife.blogspot.com/feeds/7377144414549035246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crazedwife.blogspot.com/2010/07/hecktic-times.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7148200887619121892/posts/default/7377144414549035246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7148200887619121892/posts/default/7377144414549035246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazedwife.blogspot.com/2010/07/hecktic-times.html' title='Hecktic times...'/><author><name>Marci Nobles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07666698581480828118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S0mvqX1WEws/SkqxtJU4jPI/AAAAAAAAABw/z8ffcEjuoTc/S220/Ethan+and+Marci+Aug+1999.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7148200887619121892.post-371130834640849673</id><published>2010-05-05T11:43:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T11:43:20.865-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mom'/><title type='text'>Mother's Day</title><content type='html'>It’s coming up fast on Mother’s Day. That time of year where Mother’s are given a special day of celebration just for them. Your kids make you homemade cards and gifts when they are young, as they get older they go and buy you something. I prefer the homemade gifts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every year my husband asks me what I want for Mother’s day, and every year I tell him the same thing. The weekend off, he and the kids do all the cleaning and cooking and that includes laundry. I get to relax and try not to get up and do it myself. The cooking usually consists of going to get something, because God love him, my husband can NOT cook, and I love my kids and my health too much to put any of us through that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also on this day, I think of my mother. I love my mother with all my heart, and my opinion is that she is the best mother in the world, and I know a lot of kids say that about their mother. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother is the strongest woman I know, she raised us kids as a single mom, and I know it wasn’t easy. I wasn’t exactly an angel growing up, and neither were my siblings. But she’s the kind of Mom that I hope I am turning out to be for my kids. She was strong when we needed her to be, she was always there to kiss the boo boo when we were little, and as we grew up she was there to comfort us when we were scared, letting us go to do our own thing and learn from our mistakes. She’s always there to give us advice even if we didn’t take it, then after we figured it out that she was right we would kick ourselves for not listening to her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My kids think she’s the best. My son &amp;amp; daughter look forward to going to see her for sometime during the summer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When someone says what the meaning of unconditional love is, I think of my Mom. Because I know no matter what I do, how mad I might make her that she will always love me and will always be there for me. I don’t get to spend Mother’s Day with her too often, I wish I could. But I know she knows that I love her, and I want to say Thank you Mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Mom for all that you have given me, and for making me into the woman I am today. You are a great inspiration. I love you, Happy Mother’s Day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7148200887619121892-371130834640849673?l=crazedwife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazedwife.blogspot.com/feeds/371130834640849673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crazedwife.blogspot.com/2010/05/mothers-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7148200887619121892/posts/default/371130834640849673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7148200887619121892/posts/default/371130834640849673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazedwife.blogspot.com/2010/05/mothers-day.html' title='Mother&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Marci Nobles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07666698581480828118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S0mvqX1WEws/SkqxtJU4jPI/AAAAAAAAABw/z8ffcEjuoTc/S220/Ethan+and+Marci+Aug+1999.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7148200887619121892.post-2908184672194206328</id><published>2010-04-20T14:39:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T14:40:33.743-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='canning'/><title type='text'>Canning season has started.</title><content type='html'>I love to can my own fruits and veggies.&amp;nbsp; I think that is the only real reason I like the spring and summer.&amp;nbsp; Because fall and winter are my favorite seasons.&amp;nbsp; I only tolerate (like I have a choice) spring and summer.&amp;nbsp; But when it's time to start canning, I start to get giddy like a kid in a candy store.&amp;nbsp; Of course the first thing I can every year is strawberry jelly.&amp;nbsp; My kids love homemade jellies they go through more peanut butter and bread right after I can jellies than any other time of the year.&amp;nbsp; My daughter who goes to daycare during the summer likes having her choices of flavors.&amp;nbsp; I make strawberry, peach and last year was my first time to make blueberry jam.&amp;nbsp; I also can apples and tomatoes every year.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Canning your own foods, is healthier for you too.&amp;nbsp; You know what goes in there, and there are no added preservatives.&amp;nbsp; So you know what you are actually eating.&amp;nbsp; The foods also taste much better.&amp;nbsp; I can tell a difinte difference in store bought and what I have canned.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Canning is also easy, it's time consuming, but easy to do.&amp;nbsp; I hope some of you will try canning your own fruits and vegetables this year.&amp;nbsp; I promise it is worth it.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Here is my blueberry jam recipe for you to try you hand at.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 cups blueberries&lt;br /&gt;6 1/2 cups sugar&lt;br /&gt;Zest of two lemons&lt;br /&gt;Juice of two lemons&lt;br /&gt;2 (3 ounce) envelops liquid fruit pectin (Ball Fruit Jell)&lt;br /&gt;7 (8 oz.) Canning Jars with lids&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prepare jars and lids according to manufacturer’s instructions.&lt;br /&gt;In a large saucepan over high heat add blueberries, sugar, lemon zest and lemon juice. Stir frequently while bringing to a rolling boil. Stir in pectin and continue boiling for 1 minute. Remove from heat. Skim any foam if necessary and ladle into the hot prepared jars. Be sure to leave at least a 1/4” space at the top of the jar. Place the cap on the jars and process for another 15 minutes in a canner with boiling water.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7148200887619121892-2908184672194206328?l=crazedwife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazedwife.blogspot.com/feeds/2908184672194206328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crazedwife.blogspot.com/2010/04/canning-season-has-started.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7148200887619121892/posts/default/2908184672194206328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7148200887619121892/posts/default/2908184672194206328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazedwife.blogspot.com/2010/04/canning-season-has-started.html' title='Canning season has started.'/><author><name>Marci Nobles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07666698581480828118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S0mvqX1WEws/SkqxtJU4jPI/AAAAAAAAABw/z8ffcEjuoTc/S220/Ethan+and+Marci+Aug+1999.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7148200887619121892.post-3768083821412229570</id><published>2010-04-03T14:53:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T14:55:13.968-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Easter'/><title type='text'>Easter</title><content type='html'>Well it's Easter weekend, kids will be hunting easter eggs, eating way to much candy and bouncing off the walls. Moms will be getting up early and making sure everyone looks their Sunday best, and going off to church. &amp;nbsp;Then we come home and cook dinner so everyone has a good feast to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In all this&amp;nbsp;hustle&amp;nbsp;and&amp;nbsp;bustle&amp;nbsp;let's truly remember the reason of Easter. &amp;nbsp;Jesus has risen from the his tomb and gone to heaven to make a home for us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luke 24:50 - 53 - Then he led them out as far as Bethany, and lifting up his hands he blessed them. &amp;nbsp;While he was blessing them he withdrew from them and was carried up into heaven. &amp;nbsp;And they worshiped him and returned to Jerusalem with great joy, and they were continually in the temple blessing God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus is not just blessing his Apostles, he was blessing all of us, may we continually go to the temple and bless God. &amp;nbsp;Not only bless him while we are at church, but everyday and every minute of our lives. &amp;nbsp;It is truly a&amp;nbsp;miracle&amp;nbsp;that God gave his only begotten son so that he could die on the cross for OUR sins. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think of it as &amp;nbsp;new beginning for us, from the moment we let Jesus into out hearts and lives, we begin anew. &amp;nbsp;We are blessed as God's children, knowing that when we die we will go home to a place he has prepared for us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Jesus for all the blessing you have bestowed upon me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope everyone has a truly wonderful Easter and God bless each and everyone of you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7148200887619121892-3768083821412229570?l=crazedwife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazedwife.blogspot.com/feeds/3768083821412229570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crazedwife.blogspot.com/2010/04/easter.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7148200887619121892/posts/default/3768083821412229570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7148200887619121892/posts/default/3768083821412229570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazedwife.blogspot.com/2010/04/easter.html' title='Easter'/><author><name>Marci Nobles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07666698581480828118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S0mvqX1WEws/SkqxtJU4jPI/AAAAAAAAABw/z8ffcEjuoTc/S220/Ethan+and+Marci+Aug+1999.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7148200887619121892.post-2512839472944737038</id><published>2010-01-22T20:23:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T20:26:42.633-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Michael</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S0mvqX1WEws/S1peTcD-sII/AAAAAAAAADM/HtWiOvWGesA/s1600-h/101_1832.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S0mvqX1WEws/S1peTcD-sII/AAAAAAAAADM/HtWiOvWGesA/s320/101_1832.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Today I took my son Michael to the doctor, he is going to have to have surgery. &amp;nbsp;He's getting his tonsils and adenoids removed in February. &amp;nbsp;He will be out of school for a week which he is excited about. &amp;nbsp;I am going to have to take off of work for that week to take care of him. &amp;nbsp;Which I do gladly. &amp;nbsp;My husband is going out of town on business. &amp;nbsp;He will be there the day of the surgery and the day after to help me. &amp;nbsp;I called in to let work know, which they knew it was going to happen. &amp;nbsp;My boss says "Marci you can't do that. &amp;nbsp;How am I going to function without you." &amp;nbsp;I know he was just kidding but when you're a mother who's worried about her child who's fixing to have surgery, that's not a very&amp;nbsp;appropriate&amp;nbsp;comment to make. &amp;nbsp;I wanted to say the girls I work with know how to do my job, and maybe if one of them showed up all the time instead of missing work all the time, she could learn my job and do it, like I do hers when she's not there. &amp;nbsp;Instead of another girl who does my job and doesn't even report to him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I just want to yell and scream. &amp;nbsp;But I am looking to the positive, as in I will be off work for 10 whole days. &amp;nbsp;I will get a lot of house cleaning done, and some more decluttering done. &amp;nbsp;Which is one of my goals this year, is to try and get rid of half the junk we have collected over the years, whether its to take it to the dump or to give it to Good Will. &amp;nbsp;I can also spend more time on devotionals, and working on my ceramics. &amp;nbsp;I have a list of stuff I want to do for Christmas this year. &amp;nbsp;And most importantly I will get to take care of my son, he's getting older and doesn't need Mommy very much anymore. &amp;nbsp;So, I will hopefully get to spend some quality time with him while he's healing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7148200887619121892-2512839472944737038?l=crazedwife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazedwife.blogspot.com/feeds/2512839472944737038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crazedwife.blogspot.com/2010/01/michael.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7148200887619121892/posts/default/2512839472944737038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7148200887619121892/posts/default/2512839472944737038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazedwife.blogspot.com/2010/01/michael.html' title='Michael'/><author><name>Marci Nobles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07666698581480828118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S0mvqX1WEws/SkqxtJU4jPI/AAAAAAAAABw/z8ffcEjuoTc/S220/Ethan+and+Marci+Aug+1999.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S0mvqX1WEws/S1peTcD-sII/AAAAAAAAADM/HtWiOvWGesA/s72-c/101_1832.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7148200887619121892.post-9125601056498302853</id><published>2009-12-23T11:04:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T11:04:11.448-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The day before Christmas Eve...</title><content type='html'>The excitement is building in the air, the kids are ready to open presents, and only 2 more days until Santa comes.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My daughter woke up this morning, and said "Momma, only 2 more days!"&amp;nbsp; I love to see the excitement and joy in my children this time of year.&amp;nbsp; They are always so happy.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only they knew the work it really takes to pull this all together...&amp;nbsp; But to have your children look at you in wonder and ah...&amp;nbsp; it's worth every bit of.&amp;nbsp; I had to work today, and i will have to work until noon tomorrow.&amp;nbsp; My husband has&amp;nbsp;tomorrow off, so he will be put to work.&amp;nbsp; I love all that we do for Christmas, My husbands family comes to our house, and I cook Christmas dinner.&amp;nbsp; Which I love to do.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am even like a kid this time of year, the excitement the kids have is so contagious.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I hope everyone has a WONDERFUL Chirstmas, and a very happy New Year...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7148200887619121892-9125601056498302853?l=crazedwife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazedwife.blogspot.com/feeds/9125601056498302853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crazedwife.blogspot.com/2009/12/day-before-christmas-eve.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7148200887619121892/posts/default/9125601056498302853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7148200887619121892/posts/default/9125601056498302853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazedwife.blogspot.com/2009/12/day-before-christmas-eve.html' title='The day before Christmas Eve...'/><author><name>Marci Nobles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07666698581480828118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S0mvqX1WEws/SkqxtJU4jPI/AAAAAAAAABw/z8ffcEjuoTc/S220/Ethan+and+Marci+Aug+1999.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7148200887619121892.post-5394238735751676060</id><published>2009-12-10T13:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T13:00:30.994-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Brenda's Birthday...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S0mvqX1WEws/SyFDsAaD1II/AAAAAAAAAC8/0mzi4eXkR2s/s1600-h/brenda2009.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S0mvqX1WEws/SyFDsAaD1II/AAAAAAAAAC8/0mzi4eXkR2s/s320/brenda2009.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Today my baby girl turns 9 years old.&amp;nbsp; Last night she told me she didn't want to grow up, she wanted to live with her father and I forever...&amp;nbsp; I am glad that she loves us that much, and there I times when I really don't look forward to the day my children move out.&amp;nbsp; (there are those times also, when I can't wait!)&amp;nbsp; I am very proud of my children, they are growing up and are well behaved for the most part.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 3:30 today Brenda will offically be 9, and I want to say "Brenda, I love you more with each passing day.&amp;nbsp; I hope you have a wonderful birthday my baby girl!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7148200887619121892-5394238735751676060?l=crazedwife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazedwife.blogspot.com/feeds/5394238735751676060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crazedwife.blogspot.com/2009/12/brendas-birthday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7148200887619121892/posts/default/5394238735751676060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7148200887619121892/posts/default/5394238735751676060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazedwife.blogspot.com/2009/12/brendas-birthday.html' title='Brenda&apos;s Birthday...'/><author><name>Marci Nobles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07666698581480828118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S0mvqX1WEws/SkqxtJU4jPI/AAAAAAAAABw/z8ffcEjuoTc/S220/Ethan+and+Marci+Aug+1999.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S0mvqX1WEws/SyFDsAaD1II/AAAAAAAAAC8/0mzi4eXkR2s/s72-c/brenda2009.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7148200887619121892.post-7781860052617564520</id><published>2009-12-04T16:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T16:24:55.660-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Being sick</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S0mvqX1WEws/SxmMJV30YnI/AAAAAAAAAC0/An0C5bX5158/s1600-h/101_2466.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S0mvqX1WEws/SxmMJV30YnI/AAAAAAAAAC0/An0C5bX5158/s320/101_2466.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I was&amp;nbsp;diagnosed&amp;nbsp;with tonsillitis today. &amp;nbsp;My kids are helping me communicate. &amp;nbsp;Brenda and Michael are doing the talking for me. &amp;nbsp;It really amazes me how well they actually know me, and what I am trying to say when I jester to them. &amp;nbsp;I have 2 very wonderful children. &amp;nbsp;I make a point of telling them I love them everyday. &amp;nbsp;I just hope they know how much I truly love them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7148200887619121892-7781860052617564520?l=crazedwife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazedwife.blogspot.com/feeds/7781860052617564520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crazedwife.blogspot.com/2009/12/being-sick.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7148200887619121892/posts/default/7781860052617564520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7148200887619121892/posts/default/7781860052617564520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazedwife.blogspot.com/2009/12/being-sick.html' title='Being sick'/><author><name>Marci Nobles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07666698581480828118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S0mvqX1WEws/SkqxtJU4jPI/AAAAAAAAABw/z8ffcEjuoTc/S220/Ethan+and+Marci+Aug+1999.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S0mvqX1WEws/SxmMJV30YnI/AAAAAAAAAC0/An0C5bX5158/s72-c/101_2466.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7148200887619121892.post-4619421714295340225</id><published>2009-11-29T19:04:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T19:04:00.917-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Student Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S0mvqX1WEws/SxMZJFqt5pI/AAAAAAAAACk/kSkupJca3j0/s1600/101_2700.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S0mvqX1WEws/SxMZJFqt5pI/AAAAAAAAACk/kSkupJca3j0/s320/101_2700.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S0mvqX1WEws/SxMZwJ20MpI/AAAAAAAAACs/yqOR6JHN2-0/s1600/101_2701.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S0mvqX1WEws/SxMZwJ20MpI/AAAAAAAAACs/yqOR6JHN2-0/s320/101_2701.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Today was student day at our church. &amp;nbsp;This is a day where the students do the service. &amp;nbsp;Michael did the blessing of the wreaths. &amp;nbsp;Brenda was a Acolyte. &amp;nbsp;Then as a family we lit the first advent candle. &amp;nbsp;It was wonderful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;I love Christmas, and the holiday season, not for the presents, but for the feeling. &amp;nbsp;The feeling of knowing God loves me, and gave his only son for us. &amp;nbsp;I love it for the feeling I get when I look at what God has given me, and I think about this all year long, but more so now around the holidays. &amp;nbsp;My family is the most precious gift I have. &amp;nbsp;I love seeing the looks on my children's faces when they see the Christmas lights, or the presents under the tree, or when I am doing the Christmas baking and they come along and sneak a cookie. &amp;nbsp;The way my husband gets excited about Christmas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;I also love the way people treat each other this time of year. &amp;nbsp;People seem to be kinder, and we look to making others happier. &amp;nbsp;I wish people could act this way all year round. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;I would also like to mention that we need to think of our soldiers over seas at Christmas and their families who are missing them, and worried about them. &amp;nbsp;We also need to think of those who will be deploying during and right after the holidays. &amp;nbsp;My brother-in-law being one of those who will be deploying in January. &amp;nbsp;He is just not a man my sister married, he is my brother. &amp;nbsp;I will be praying for him and my sister and their kids. &amp;nbsp;I love them all dearly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;I want to wish everyone the merriest of Christmases, and remember that we celebrate this holiday because of what God has given us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7148200887619121892-4619421714295340225?l=crazedwife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazedwife.blogspot.com/feeds/4619421714295340225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crazedwife.blogspot.com/2009/11/student-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7148200887619121892/posts/default/4619421714295340225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7148200887619121892/posts/default/4619421714295340225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazedwife.blogspot.com/2009/11/student-day.html' title='Student Day'/><author><name>Marci Nobles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07666698581480828118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S0mvqX1WEws/SkqxtJU4jPI/AAAAAAAAABw/z8ffcEjuoTc/S220/Ethan+and+Marci+Aug+1999.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S0mvqX1WEws/SxMZJFqt5pI/AAAAAAAAACk/kSkupJca3j0/s72-c/101_2700.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7148200887619121892.post-8319755465833257484</id><published>2009-11-28T20:32:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T22:08:32.930-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S0mvqX1WEws/SxHzsl52GHI/AAAAAAAAACU/sl6kUyzocUg/s1600/101_2633.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S0mvqX1WEws/SxHzsl52GHI/AAAAAAAAACU/sl6kUyzocUg/s320/101_2633.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This past week we spent in Northwest Arkansas with my family for Thanksgiving. &amp;nbsp;To start off, I have a big close nit family. &amp;nbsp;My husband comes from a small not so close family, and he doesn't like kids unless they are related to him, and he's scared to death of babies. &lt;br /&gt;My baby sister and her husband have twin girls, Makayla and Peyton. &amp;nbsp;I told her that I wanted to watch the girls one day while I was there since I haven't gotten to spend much time with them, seeing how we live about 4 hours away. &amp;nbsp;I needed a day to spoil them rotten. &amp;nbsp;While doing this, my mother was baking pies for Thanksgiving dinner, and needless to say she needed to go get something from the store. &amp;nbsp;So, I told my darling husband we are going to the store you are going to have to watch the girls. &amp;nbsp;"What?!?!" &amp;nbsp;"What am I suppose to do with them?" &amp;nbsp;"Watch them." I said &amp;nbsp;laughing as we walked out the door. &amp;nbsp;We weren't gone more than 30 minutes. &amp;nbsp;When we got back he thought it was great! &amp;nbsp;He's nicked named them Cornpone and Mud Flap. &amp;nbsp;He still can't tell you which one is which. &amp;nbsp;But he loves those girls, and is now talking about them coming down and visiting us so he can spoil them rotten. &amp;nbsp; He is a very proud Uncle.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7148200887619121892-8319755465833257484?l=crazedwife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazedwife.blogspot.com/feeds/8319755465833257484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crazedwife.blogspot.com/2009/11/its-christmas-time.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7148200887619121892/posts/default/8319755465833257484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7148200887619121892/posts/default/8319755465833257484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazedwife.blogspot.com/2009/11/its-christmas-time.html' title='Thanksgiving...'/><author><name>Marci Nobles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07666698581480828118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S0mvqX1WEws/SkqxtJU4jPI/AAAAAAAAABw/z8ffcEjuoTc/S220/Ethan+and+Marci+Aug+1999.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S0mvqX1WEws/SxHzsl52GHI/AAAAAAAAACU/sl6kUyzocUg/s72-c/101_2633.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
