tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-264045962009-12-23T06:54:08.584-08:00<a href="http://lilypie.com/"><img src="http://lauf.lilypie.com/7Z8Em5.png" width="400" height="80" border="0" alt="Lilypie Waiting to Adopt tickers"></a>Bethaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13909743765477772019zoebeth3@yahoo.comBlogger561125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26404596.post-76383478718531416102009-12-21T12:33:00.000-08:002009-12-21T12:34:55.709-08:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I94U4DTauxQ/Sy_bypwcXAI/AAAAAAAABJE/H9hnhYeBZdY/s1600-h/c6e08f9e.gif"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 164px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 167px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417790539998977026" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I94U4DTauxQ/Sy_bypwcXAI/AAAAAAAABJE/H9hnhYeBZdY/s320/c6e08f9e.gif" /></a><br /><div align="center">Merry Christmas!</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26404596-7638347871853141610?l=the-desire-of-my-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bethaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13909743765477772019zoebeth3@yahoo.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26404596.post-72360460134091334012009-10-17T10:31:00.000-07:002009-10-17T10:36:52.063-07:00<div align="center"><br /><strong>A Baby Changes Everything by Faith Hill</strong><br /></div><div align="center">Teenage girl, much too young</div><div align="center">Unprepared for what`s to come</div><div align="center">A baby changes everything</div><div align="center">Not a ring</div><div align="center">On her hand</div><div align="center">All her dreams and all her plans</div><div align="center">A baby changes everything (x2)</div><div align="center">The man she loves she`s never touched</div><div align="center">How will she keep his trust</div><div align="center">A baby changes everything (x2)</div><div align="center">And she cries, oh she cries</div><div align="center">She has to leave, go far away</div><div align="center">Heaven knows she can`t stay</div><div align="center">A baby changes everything<br />She can feel it`s coming soon</div><div align="center">There`s no place, there`s no room</div><div align="center">A baby changes everything (x2)</div><div align="center">And she cries and she cries o she cries</div><div align="center">Shepherds own they got their ?Star shines down?</div><div align="center">Choir of angels say</div><div align="center">Glory to the newborn king</div><div align="center">A baby changes everything (x2)</div><div align="center">Everything, everything, every day</div><div align="center">Hallelujah x4</div><div align="center">My whole life is turned around</div><div align="center">I was lost and now i`m found</div><div align="center">A baby changes everything (x2)</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26404596-7236046013409133401?l=the-desire-of-my-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bethaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13909743765477772019zoebeth3@yahoo.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26404596.post-38949214161433952762009-10-14T18:51:00.000-07:002009-10-14T18:53:33.798-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I94U4DTauxQ/StaAgQchDRI/AAAAAAAABIo/mQwdyHnogyE/s1600-h/companys-coming-choc-sauce.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 234px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392638895481490706" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I94U4DTauxQ/StaAgQchDRI/AAAAAAAABIo/mQwdyHnogyE/s320/companys-coming-choc-sauce.jpg" /></a><br /><div>I joined this business last week and I finally got my kit yesterday. I have mountains of chocolate and I can't eat it. Anyway.... I have become an indepedent chocolatier, aka a consultant. The company is <a href="http://www.dove-chocolate-discoveries.com/corporate/public?page=/jsp/site/welcome.jsp">Dove Chocolate Discoveries</a>. It is my newest attempt to raise money for our adoption. Chocolate and parties- now who doesn't love that. I even have me own business website: <a href="http://www.dove-chocolate-discoveries.com/bhuffman">www.dove-chocolate-discoveries.com/bhuffman</a>. Check it out and see the products (everything from brownie mix, sugar-free chocolate, and even chocolate martini mix) and if you live in my area host a chocolate tasting party with me. </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26404596-3894921416143395276?l=the-desire-of-my-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bethaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13909743765477772019zoebeth3@yahoo.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26404596.post-57640315475799083832009-10-06T18:35:00.000-07:002009-10-06T18:48:29.143-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I94U4DTauxQ/Ssvy6-8PstI/AAAAAAAABIQ/xzF_79_NTJ0/s1600-h/HB-00297-D.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 222px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389668474220950226" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I94U4DTauxQ/Ssvy6-8PstI/AAAAAAAABIQ/xzF_79_NTJ0/s320/HB-00297-D.jpg" /></a> Today was my birthday. I turned 28. 28 feels pretty unreal. I never thought that I would still be childless at 28.<br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26404596-5764031547579908383?l=the-desire-of-my-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bethaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13909743765477772019zoebeth3@yahoo.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26404596.post-67807875053463245962009-10-05T08:46:00.000-07:002009-10-05T08:57:41.469-07:00<div align="center">This weekend I attended a vow renewal wedding. Dan &amp; Becky are my sister-in-law's parents. I've come to know them as my in-laws too. They love my brother and they are wonderful grandparent's to my niece and nephew. </div><div align="center"> </div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I94U4DTauxQ/SsoWIyr5OvI/AAAAAAAABII/iK1yYMKnbfU/s1600-h/Dan+and+Becky+015.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389144244402862834" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I94U4DTauxQ/SsoWIyr5OvI/AAAAAAAABII/iK1yYMKnbfU/s320/Dan+and+Becky+015.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I94U4DTauxQ/SsoVlGI9NzI/AAAAAAAABIA/daDTC1dassc/s1600-h/Dan+and+Becky+017.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 176px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389143631149741874" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I94U4DTauxQ/SsoVlGI9NzI/AAAAAAAABIA/daDTC1dassc/s320/Dan+and+Becky+017.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I94U4DTauxQ/SsoVRc_kzzI/AAAAAAAABH4/O6T_QErHlf8/s1600-h/Dan+and+Becky+008.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 285px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389143293687025458" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I94U4DTauxQ/SsoVRc_kzzI/AAAAAAAABH4/O6T_QErHlf8/s320/Dan+and+Becky+008.JPG" /></a> I didn't make this cake, but I thought it was beautiful. I loved the autumn colors and theme. </div><div align="center">Why, you ask, did you post pictures of people that I don't know. Well, because I took the pictures and I was proud of what a great job I did taking them. <br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26404596-6780787505346324596?l=the-desire-of-my-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bethaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13909743765477772019zoebeth3@yahoo.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26404596.post-53074406057494396732009-10-03T11:44:00.000-07:002009-10-03T12:10:05.885-07:00<div align="center">My friend Laura got married last Friday (9/25).</div><div align="center">This is her and her new husband. Aren't they a cute couple?!</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I94U4DTauxQ/Ssegcgn6ZZI/AAAAAAAABHw/SZ3aI2zlyYs/s1600-h/Laura%27s+wedding+058.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388451890826208658" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I94U4DTauxQ/Ssegcgn6ZZI/AAAAAAAABHw/SZ3aI2zlyYs/s320/Laura%27s+wedding+058.JPG" /></a>I made her wedding cakes. Below is the extra sheet cake. </div><div align="center"><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I94U4DTauxQ/SseckDmVpBI/AAAAAAAABHo/ER8YTkyZR6A/s1600-h/Laura%27s+wedding+047.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 234px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388447622427419666" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I94U4DTauxQ/SseckDmVpBI/AAAAAAAABHo/ER8YTkyZR6A/s320/Laura%27s+wedding+047.JPG" /></a>and this is the wedding cake.<br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I94U4DTauxQ/SsecP5dgZNI/AAAAAAAABHg/GNICso7_cfU/s1600-h/Laura%27s+wedding+046.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388447276108637394" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I94U4DTauxQ/SsecP5dgZNI/AAAAAAAABHg/GNICso7_cfU/s320/Laura%27s+wedding+046.JPG" /></a><br />It was kind of a hectic evening, but it all turned out beautiful!<br /><br /><div></div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26404596-5307440605749439673?l=the-desire-of-my-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bethaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13909743765477772019zoebeth3@yahoo.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26404596.post-36102615125334301122009-08-14T10:17:00.000-07:002009-08-14T10:40:30.545-07:00<div align="center">I first saw this little guy last weekend. He scurried across my living room floor, right there in front of me; lights on, tv on and everything. I was thinking, "that mouse is either really bold or really dumb". This is the first mouse I've seen since the great invasion of '07. I'm hoping it was one of those single occurrences. Anyway, I finally got around to buying some glue traps Tuesday, and put them out that night. I used cocoa puffs for bait. It wasn't long before I heard the ruckus. He was stuck really good. Now that I had him, I didn't know what to do with him. I woke up my hubby and he couldn't kill it. He threw it outside and said the cat could have it. I got worried that the cat might get stuck to it, so I finally went out and threw it in the trash thinking it would eventually starve or something. My hubby checked on it before he went to work and it somehow actually got unstuck. Still, I was thinking that there was no way he could get out of the trash can. That morning I checked on him again and he was chewing a hole in the bottom of the can. This was one determined mouse. When my hubby got home he picked him out of the can and put him in this old yellow pitcher.</div><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I94U4DTauxQ/SoWd1R3EEeI/AAAAAAAABGI/kozMsXenYb0/s1600-h/mouse+001.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369871669362168290" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I94U4DTauxQ/SoWd1R3EEeI/AAAAAAAABGI/kozMsXenYb0/s320/mouse+001.JPG" /></a>After looking at him more closely, he was kind of cute. We decided to take him out to the country and let him go. </div><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I94U4DTauxQ/SoWdo7TepnI/AAAAAAAABGA/AlGjWTHeBO0/s1600-h/mouse+002.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 295px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369871457148905074" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I94U4DTauxQ/SoWdo7TepnI/AAAAAAAABGA/AlGjWTHeBO0/s320/mouse+002.JPG" /></a> and there he is just before he ran off into the woods. <br /><br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26404596-3610261512533430112?l=the-desire-of-my-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bethaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13909743765477772019zoebeth3@yahoo.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26404596.post-57392568986082172822009-08-12T12:29:00.000-07:002009-08-12T12:33:17.814-07:00<div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I94U4DTauxQ/SoMYieLNa2I/AAAAAAAABF4/OyDSi9j9Sz8/s1600-h/33e27e0c2dc47196.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 145px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 144px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369162161250462562" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I94U4DTauxQ/SoMYieLNa2I/AAAAAAAABF4/OyDSi9j9Sz8/s320/33e27e0c2dc47196.jpg" /></a>I know its been a while since I've blogged anything. I've been pretty busy, plus summer just seems to distract me. I hope I'm still welcome in blog land. I'll try to do better I promise.<br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26404596-5739256898608217282?l=the-desire-of-my-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bethaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13909743765477772019zoebeth3@yahoo.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26404596.post-4752224162402969472009-07-09T08:22:00.000-07:002009-07-09T08:29:35.416-07:00<div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I94U4DTauxQ/SlYL6fdmLRI/AAAAAAAABFw/9q1_rvSzSaY/s1600-h/computer_20break_small.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356481906309737746" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I94U4DTauxQ/SlYL6fdmLRI/AAAAAAAABFw/9q1_rvSzSaY/s320/computer_20break_small.jpg" /></a> picture taken from out in cyberspace. That is not my cat.</div><div align="center">I'm taking a computer break. Not that I'm really here much, but I've been spending too much time on facebook. I need to go cold turkey for a while. I will be checking my email occasionally because our adoption specialist sometimes emails me. So, if I'm needed you can reach me via email. My email is on my profile page. Have a good weekend!<br /><div align="center"></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26404596-475222416240296947?l=the-desire-of-my-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bethaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13909743765477772019zoebeth3@yahoo.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26404596.post-9060310344753770202009-07-07T16:07:00.000-07:002009-07-07T16:21:31.158-07:00<div align="center">Join Ms. Heather @ <a href="http://sbees.blogspot.com/">Sprittibee</a> for a <a href="http://sbees.blogspot.com/2009/07/50-free-stuff-give-away.html">fabulous giveaway</a>. She is giving away $50 worth of stuff from <a href="http://www.allchildrensfurniture.com/">allchildrensfurniture.com</a>.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26404596-906031034475377020?l=the-desire-of-my-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bethaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13909743765477772019zoebeth3@yahoo.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26404596.post-45362032414161563662009-07-07T08:20:00.000-07:002009-07-07T08:37:43.756-07:00<div align="center">This is my shower-</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I94U4DTauxQ/SlNqMbHTVvI/AAAAAAAABFo/q_CvmzulSRI/s1600-h/shower+002.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 238px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355741143543011058" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I94U4DTauxQ/SlNqMbHTVvI/AAAAAAAABFo/q_CvmzulSRI/s320/shower+002.JPG" /></a> and this is my shower on drugs-</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I94U4DTauxQ/SlNp9sSKFxI/AAAAAAAABFg/dBvduAvLmqM/s1600-h/shower+003.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 229px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355740890453907218" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I94U4DTauxQ/SlNp9sSKFxI/AAAAAAAABFg/dBvduAvLmqM/s320/shower+003.JPG" /></a> no not really. Its my shower after months of not being cleaned. Cleaning the shower is my very least favorite chore. I loath it. Your probably thinking, "I've never seen anything so disgusting!" yeah well, that's life.<br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I94U4DTauxQ/SlNpsw4RrMI/AAAAAAAABFY/_X4ZuqxDXUk/s1600-h/shower+004.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 234px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355740599629753538" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I94U4DTauxQ/SlNpsw4RrMI/AAAAAAAABFY/_X4ZuqxDXUk/s320/shower+004.JPG" /></a><br />and below is the after picture. Much better!<br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I94U4DTauxQ/SlNpZPYoJII/AAAAAAAABFQ/4RvZRVIYI6k/s1600-h/shower+006.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355740264221123714" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I94U4DTauxQ/SlNpZPYoJII/AAAAAAAABFQ/4RvZRVIYI6k/s320/shower+006.JPG" /></a><br />and since my shower curtain was grody too- here is the final result<br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I94U4DTauxQ/SlNpHRcd_kI/AAAAAAAABFI/k_mKgVyBJQU/s1600-h/shower+007.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355739955536461378" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I94U4DTauxQ/SlNpHRcd_kI/AAAAAAAABFI/k_mKgVyBJQU/s320/shower+007.JPG" /></a>Applaud here- </div></div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26404596-4536203241416156366?l=the-desire-of-my-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bethaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13909743765477772019zoebeth3@yahoo.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26404596.post-65623794968360411432009-07-07T08:14:00.000-07:002009-07-07T08:20:18.331-07:00<div align="center"><a href="http://www.tasteofhome.com/Recipes/Whoopie-Pies"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355737690979028322" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I94U4DTauxQ/SlNnDdT5zWI/AAAAAAAABFA/iffQQcf0_O0/s320/wpie.jpg" /></a> Click on the pic. to see the recipe on <a href="http://www.tasteofhome.com/">tasteofhome.com</a></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">I'm going to try these very soon. They look like something that my hubby can really appreciate.<br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26404596-6562379496836041143?l=the-desire-of-my-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bethaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13909743765477772019zoebeth3@yahoo.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26404596.post-8762878620280476712009-07-01T08:34:00.000-07:002009-07-01T10:17:33.799-07:00<div align="center"><a href="http://bethaniesbakedblessings.blogspot.com/"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 244px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353539390700154818" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I94U4DTauxQ/SkuXtim-b8I/AAAAAAAABEg/8fv6b4vMIG0/s320/baked.jpg" /></a> <span style="font-size:85%;">click on the logo to check it out!</span></div><div align="center">I created a blog to advertise my fundraising baking. All earnings go to my "Adopt A Baby" fund.<br /><p align="left"></p></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26404596-876287862028047671?l=the-desire-of-my-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bethaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13909743765477772019zoebeth3@yahoo.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26404596.post-58129010766266726572009-06-30T07:33:00.000-07:002009-06-30T07:35:26.943-07:00<div align="center">Ms. Donnetta is having a <a href="http://mqcorner.blogspot.com/2009/06/home-decorating-and-remodeling.html">giveaway</a> at her new address: mqcorner.blogspot.com Stop by there and join in.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26404596-5812901076626672657?l=the-desire-of-my-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bethaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13909743765477772019zoebeth3@yahoo.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26404596.post-79999208261886780492009-06-28T18:48:00.000-07:002009-06-29T18:04:21.792-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I94U4DTauxQ/Sklj1HVO9tI/AAAAAAAABEE/cfQ8PwNSBgA/s1600-h/trap.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 314px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352919396258870994" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I94U4DTauxQ/Sklj1HVO9tI/AAAAAAAABEE/cfQ8PwNSBgA/s320/trap.jpg" /></a><br /><p align="left">This is the best picture I could find of the traps that I use. I can't get them at the local <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">Wal</span>-mart anymore so I have to get them at the hardware store. They are so much easier to set than the old fashioned kind. I usually bait the trap right on the little tongue thing in the middle. I have had mice actually eat peanut butter off it. So I tend to use jelly more often. When jelly dries it sticks. When peanut butter dries it tends to clump and sometimes fall off.But the trick is two parts. First you have to figure out what the main route the mouse is taking. The majority of the mice I've had lately all travel along the same route. From my bathroom, were we have our furnace closet, into the kitchen and behind the stove. Basically its just a matter of a few feet rounding a corner. Once you establish the traffic area then you set your traps along that road as shown above. The second thing is that you have to figure out what the mouse likes. What it has a taste for. Some have a sweet tooth, jelly or chocolate syrup. Some like peanut butter, but I actually haven't had much luck with that. I've even caught mice with salsa. So some like it <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">spicy</span>. Cheese doesn't work. I know that is the <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">stereotype</span>. But a mouse could eat that off without setting the trap in no time. Update: Wednesday was the last mouse caught or seen. Could it be that the war is over?! I hope so. </p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26404596-7999920826188678049?l=the-desire-of-my-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bethaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13909743765477772019zoebeth3@yahoo.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26404596.post-78244388536927223812009-06-28T18:37:00.000-07:002009-06-28T18:39:42.114-07:00<p align="center">I've not been feeling very bloggidy latly. So, until I am I will probably repost some stuff from my archives. Enjoy!</p><p align="center"> </p><p align="center"> </p><p align="center"><a href="http://s22.photobucket.com/albums/b320/zoebeth/?action=view&amp;current=b-2.jpg" target="_blank"><img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b320/zoebeth/b-2.jpg" /></a></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26404596-7824438853692722381?l=the-desire-of-my-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bethaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13909743765477772019zoebeth3@yahoo.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26404596.post-9349061826541533012009-06-17T10:14:00.000-07:002009-06-30T07:32:16.346-07:00<p align="center">Ms. Ellie @ <a href="http://www.vintagevictuals.com/">Vintage Victuals</a></p><p align="center">Ms. Kristen @ <a href="http://kristen.pachecos.net/blog/index.html">The Pacheco 4</a></p><p align="center">Ms. Donnetta @ <a href="http://mqcorner.blogspot.com/">My Quiet Corner</a></span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26404596-934906182654153301?l=the-desire-of-my-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bethaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13909743765477772019zoebeth3@yahoo.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26404596.post-74503810511794157402009-06-03T18:31:00.001-07:002009-06-03T18:46:13.964-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I94U4DTauxQ/Sicl47BQ7aI/AAAAAAAABD0/txAbHaHm-68/s1600-h/connorme.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 180px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343281142744280482" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I94U4DTauxQ/Sicl47BQ7aI/AAAAAAAABD0/txAbHaHm-68/s320/connorme.jpg" /></a><br /><div align="center">Thats me holding him. He told me that I'm his favorite aunt.</div><div align="center"><br /> </div><div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I94U4DTauxQ/SicltMk_n8I/AAAAAAAABDs/jL8OB0IwS5s/s1600-h/Connor+068.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 237px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343280941299113922" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I94U4DTauxQ/SicltMk_n8I/AAAAAAAABDs/jL8OB0IwS5s/s320/Connor+068.JPG" /></a> In there with him is a picture of his big sister and a stuffed elephant that his aunti Beth bought at the convient gift shop down the hall.<br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I94U4DTauxQ/SiclU3uWjCI/AAAAAAAABDk/blclIcKh3EY/s1600-h/Connor+034.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 222px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343280523384359970" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I94U4DTauxQ/SiclU3uWjCI/AAAAAAAABDk/blclIcKh3EY/s320/Connor+034.JPG" /></a><br />getting his hair washed. Thank you to the nice nurse that didn't throw me out of the hosptial for inserting my hands and camera into the "nurses and parents" only room.<br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I94U4DTauxQ/Sick-H8HjbI/AAAAAAAABDc/QPbI9wVbQNk/s1600-h/Connor+022.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343280132600073650" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I94U4DTauxQ/Sick-H8HjbI/AAAAAAAABDc/QPbI9wVbQNk/s320/Connor+022.JPG" /></a>this one was taken by his daddy (who was allowed in the room)<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I94U4DTauxQ/Sicko4TNEUI/AAAAAAAABDU/iyfDr8D1ht0/s1600-h/Connor+039.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343279767624683842" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I94U4DTauxQ/Sicko4TNEUI/AAAAAAAABDU/iyfDr8D1ht0/s320/Connor+039.JPG" /></a> Oh, its been a long day!<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I94U4DTauxQ/SickXtRfm0I/AAAAAAAABDM/4Gu2uq-j-J4/s1600-h/Connor+016.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 236px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343279472606944066" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I94U4DTauxQ/SickXtRfm0I/AAAAAAAABDM/4Gu2uq-j-J4/s320/Connor+016.JPG" /></a> The proud parents!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26404596-7450381051179415740?l=the-desire-of-my-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bethaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13909743765477772019zoebeth3@yahoo.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26404596.post-26939033295947387192009-06-03T18:12:00.001-07:002009-06-03T18:30:02.523-07:00<div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I94U4DTauxQ/Sicf0Ex_46I/AAAAAAAABDE/BCWJfBtl5jU/s1600-h/Connor+053.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343274462395491234" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I94U4DTauxQ/Sicf0Ex_46I/AAAAAAAABDE/BCWJfBtl5jU/s320/Connor+053.JPG" /></a> <em><span style="font-size:85%;">around here he will be going by the name of "the rookie" (my brother loves baseball)</span></em></div><p>The story starts at 6:00 a.m. Tuesday morning. My brother, sister-in-law, and her parents arrive at the hospital and get settled in for a long day. At 8:00 she receives her patosin. Around noon she got her epidural. At 1:00 she was at 5 cm. I made my appearance around this time to encourage her. I ended up latching onto my 19 month old niece and took her home for a nap at 1:30. As I was walking away my mother says, "Oh, it'll be hours yet." At 2:15 my dad calls and says, "He's here". It all happened really fast (as it did with her first). She only pushed for 15 minutes. "Little Miss" and I raced back to the hospital to meet the new baby boy. I used up all the space on my camera. He was about 2 hours old in the picture above. He's so perfect. Anyway, he was born at 2:04 p.m. and weighed in at a fabulous 7 lbs 10 oz and 19 inches long. Oh, and mommy was amazing. Both are healthy and doing fine. Praise The Lord! </p><p><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Things are probably going to be all baby here for a while.</span> </span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26404596-2693903329594738719?l=the-desire-of-my-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bethaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13909743765477772019zoebeth3@yahoo.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26404596.post-16551612987612615452009-06-01T20:01:00.000-07:002009-06-01T20:07:03.236-07:00<div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I94U4DTauxQ/SiSW0urt3TI/AAAAAAAABC8/u2PCegYjVbc/s1600-h/pippidish2fg.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 263px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 198px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342560890597006642" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I94U4DTauxQ/SiSW0urt3TI/AAAAAAAABC8/u2PCegYjVbc/s320/pippidish2fg.jpg" /></a> Hope this doesn't offend Ms. Pippy- but I couldn't help it. She was one of my favorite characters when I was a kid.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Ms. Pippy @ <em><a href="http://pippysperspective.blogspot.com/">Life From Pippy's Perspective</a></em><br /><p align="center"></p><br /><p align="center"></p><br /><p align="center"><a href="http://s22.photobucket.com/albums/b320/zoebeth/?action=view&amp;current=b-2.jpg" target="_blank"><img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b320/zoebeth/b-2.jpg" /></a></p></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26404596-1655161298761261545?l=the-desire-of-my-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bethaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13909743765477772019zoebeth3@yahoo.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26404596.post-29896067066908939932009-06-01T06:55:00.000-07:002009-06-01T07:42:16.582-07:00<div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I94U4DTauxQ/SiPhrdlOZSI/AAAAAAAABC0/PE4WEsRmoVw/s1600-h/AW008Z~Sisters-On-The-Share-Posters.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342361719782925602" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I94U4DTauxQ/SiPhrdlOZSI/AAAAAAAABC0/PE4WEsRmoVw/s320/AW008Z~Sisters-On-The-Share-Posters.jpg" /></a> picture taken from allposters.com</div><div align="left">I've gotten into the habit of saying, "Your husband" to my friends when speaking of their husbands. I feel like speaking their husband's name is very personal. I usually know the name of their husbands, but I choose not to use it. Its a respect thing. Respect for my friend and her relationship with her husband. Most of the time I also use "My husband" when speaking of him to others. I want people to know that I respect my husband as my leader. As my head. I usually only use first names with close family. Its the little things that set you apart from the world's view of how you should interact with others. </div><div align="left"><em><strong></strong></em> </div><div align="left"><em><strong>"And be not conformed to this world: but be ye transformed by the renewing of your mind, that ye may prove what is that good, and acceptable, and perfect, will of God." Romans 12:2kjv</strong></em></div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left">The will of God is for wives to reverence their husbands. Their OWN husbands.</div><div align="left"><em><strong></strong></em> </div><div align="left"><em><strong>"Nevertheless let every one of you in particular so love his wife even as himself; and the wife see that she reverence her husband." Ephesians 5:33kjv</strong></em></div><div align="left"><strong><em></em></strong> </div><div align="left">I'm not saying I think everyone should do this. I'm just saying that it's something that I do.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26404596-2989606706690893993?l=the-desire-of-my-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bethaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13909743765477772019zoebeth3@yahoo.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26404596.post-57438760812669468182009-05-28T08:02:00.000-07:002009-05-28T08:22:33.522-07:00Sorry I haven't been around all week, if anyone noticed. Its been one busy thing after another, starting with a glorious graduation. Below is a picture of my niece, "C". She graduated high school last Friday night. I was so proud of her. To make a long story short, I love her as my own child. She spent much time at our house as a child and preteen. Now, she is so grown up. My prayer life increases with each... interesting choice she makes. <br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I94U4DTauxQ/Sh6olzWPpSI/AAAAAAAABCs/Fzolt_lAcAU/s1600-h/grad+012.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340891575500121378" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I94U4DTauxQ/Sh6olzWPpSI/AAAAAAAABCs/Fzolt_lAcAU/s320/grad+012.JPG" /></a> On Saturday my maternal Grandmother was admitted to the hospital. She has had some serious physical and mental issues for a year now. She's 85. On Monday they moved her to a larger hospital in another city because they believed it was her heart. Yesterday, they did a heart catherization. They found the problem and it seems that she may be alright. <br />The other thing that has held my attention is my extremely pregnant sister-in-law. She started having heavy labor Friday. She has visited the e.r. twice only to be sent home again because of her lack of progression. She saw her doctor yesterday and he said he really still wanted to wait. The baby is ready to come, but her body isn't ready to birth him. So, if her water doesn't break on its own by next Tuesday June 2nd then she will be induced. I'm hoping that her water will break this Saturday so my Dad can be there for the birth. But, I just want a healthy baby boy and a healthy momma.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26404596-5743876081266946818?l=the-desire-of-my-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bethaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13909743765477772019zoebeth3@yahoo.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26404596.post-17662038581857376112009-05-22T13:11:00.001-07:002009-05-22T13:55:59.031-07:00<div align="center"><a href="http://indescribablelife.blogspot.com/2009/05/fitness-friday-im-feeling-hot-hot-hot.html"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 207px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338743692205196018" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I94U4DTauxQ/ShcHGii_gvI/AAAAAAAABCk/EoTKLz2Dh1o/s320/FitnessFridayNewButton2.gif" /></a> <em>"Its getting hot in here so take off all your clothes...."</em></div><div align="left">I considered it last night. Hot flashes and 80 degree nights plus one very tight husband do not mix. Thankful (that wonderful wonderful man) is cleaning out our air conditionar as I'm typing this, in preperation of turning it on. </div><div align="left">This weeks Fitness Friday is : <strong>How do you adapt your health and fitness routine for the changing season? </strong>I remember when we used to have spring. Anymore, though, we go right from cold to hot with very little mild in between. During the summer months I am way more likly to eat salads. Now that I'm changing my eating habbits, I've been eating them frequently anyway, so as not to starve to death. I've been good about drinking water for several years now. I gave up soda when I was having digestive issues. Seriously, soda is so bad for you. As for excersing- my plan has been to excersis inside. I have a walking in place video. You can walk a mile in 15 minutes. Its also very areobic. I haven't done it yet. I guess I need to just go one day at a time. I can commit myself to doing my video tomarrow morning. There I did it.<br /></div><p align="center"></p><div align="center"><br /></div><p align="center"></p><div align="center"><br /></div><p align="center"><a href="http://s22.photobucket.com/albums/b320/zoebeth/?action=view&amp;current=b-2.jpg" target="_blank"><img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b320/zoebeth/b-2.jpg" /></a></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26404596-1766203858185737611?l=the-desire-of-my-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bethaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13909743765477772019zoebeth3@yahoo.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26404596.post-60295022099009941362009-05-20T13:44:00.000-07:002009-05-20T13:58:02.869-07:00<div align="center"><a href="http://www.homesanctuary.com/rachelanne/2009/05/mays-verse-proverbs-423.html"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338010158257263170" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I94U4DTauxQ/ShRr9PpZ0kI/AAAAAAAABCM/iz1Cts7jn7w/s320/6a00d8341cc30c53ef01156fa352e1970c.png" /></a></div><div align="center">Click the pic to read about the verse of the month.</div><div align="center"> Click <a href="http://www.homesanctuary.com/rachelanne/2009/05/not-a-flash-story.html">here</a> to read the story of old snowbird.</div><div align="left"><strong>King James</strong> says: "Keep thy heart with all diligence; for out of it are the issues of life."</div><div align="left"><strong>Amplified Bible</strong> says: "Keep and guard your heart with all vigilance and above all that you guard, for out of it flow the springs of life."</div><div align="left"><strong>New Living Translation</strong> says: "Guard your heart above all else, for it determines the course of your life."</div><br /><br /><p align="center"><a href="http://s22.photobucket.com/albums/b320/zoebeth/?action=view&amp;current=b-2.jpg" target="_blank"><img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b320/zoebeth/b-2.jpg" /></a></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26404596-6029502209900994136?l=the-desire-of-my-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bethaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13909743765477772019zoebeth3@yahoo.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26404596.post-35450061924747973382009-05-19T14:14:00.000-07:002009-05-19T17:24:37.255-07:00<p align="center">Ms. Terry @ <a href="http://terrysoapbox.blogspot.com/"><em>Breathing Grace</em></a></p><br /><p align="center">Ms. Giovanna @ <a href="http://giovannacooks.blogspot.com/"><em>My Three Little Monkeys Jumping On A Bed</em></a></p><br /><p align="center">Ms. Denise @ <a href="http://freetobeme-denise.blogspot.com/"><em>Free To Be Me</em></a></p><br /><p align="center">Ms. Karly @ <a href="http://indescribablelife.blogspot.com/"><em>Indescribable Life</em></a></p><br /><p align="center">Juliemom @ <a href="http://juliemom.blogspot.com/"><em>My Life As Juliemom</em></a></p><br /><p align="left">My new eating plans have been going very well. Yesterday I went on my first healthy shopping trip. I expected to pay big bucks for healthy food. However, I did not go over my normal budget..... which took careful shopping but I was pleased. One thing I learned was that fat free mayo is expensive (the most pricey thing that I put in my basket) and that tuna is not as low fat as I was made to believe. I did not purchase tuna. Yesterday morning the nurse (also my sister-in-law) called and said that hubby's triglycerides were sky high (over 1000). So he is now on my new eating plan also. </p><br /><p align="left">I wanted to say that we are not necessarily doing this to lose weight, although I'm hoping that will happen, but to take back our health. </p><br /><p align="left">I've decided to have one cheat meal a week. This will most likely take place on the weekend because we eat out more often. I really need something to keep me going as I'm crunching down carrot sticks instead of potato chips. </p><br /><p align="left">The exercising has yet to begin. I'm having a hard time figuring out when during my day it will fit. And plus.... I loathe it. Yet, I will do it. Once I start I won't fail.<br /></span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26404596-3545006192474797338?l=the-desire-of-my-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bethaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13909743765477772019zoebeth3@yahoo.com0