<?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-31191537</id><updated>2011-10-06T08:52:56.763-05:00</updated><title type='text'>origins pink</title><subtitle type='html'>I am the daughter of a KING, a wife to an AMAZING MAN, and the mother of 5 BEAUTIFUL BABIES.  I am a talker more than I am a thinker and that gets me in to ALL KINDS OF TROUBLE.  I love to be with people.  Being alone is not my THING.  I live first for my CREATOR and SAVIOR!  I have found that life without HIM isn't really LIFE at all.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://originspink.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31191537/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://originspink.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>origins pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09987351504627902023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>44</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31191537.post-4225622857960499601</id><published>2011-01-14T13:48:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-14T14:00:01.392-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello out there...</title><content type='html'>It's been 300 years since I last posted.  Well, maybe not 300 years, but pretty close I think. 8-)  I'm just not a good blogger.  I want to try again.  I am going to try to revamp the blog.  I am, however, not sure of my purpose here.  I just like the idea of blogging as an outlet.  It's like an online diary.  Only anyone can get the key.  Maybe I'll post my inner most secrets.  Ok...here's the first one.  I really miss the game show Super Market Sweep.  It was an awesome game show that involved grocery shopping.  I love grocery shopping!  There, that was secret number two.  8-)  Here's secret number three.  I love pushing buttons.  I think that in of itself is a reason to blog.  I get more computer time to push buttons.  I would rather push cash register buttons.  I love cash register buttons.  Some stay at moms plan on going back to school when their kids are older, but not me.  I'm going to get a job at a retail store that has a cash register with good buttons.  I went on a date the other night with my hubby and we stopped at the store on the way home.  When no one was looking I stepped over to an empty register and pushed buttons.  Then I ran.  I love buttons.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, enough for now.  I'm pretty sure I'm blogging to myself.  I hope I enjoy reading what I posted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31191537-4225622857960499601?l=originspink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://originspink.blogspot.com/feeds/4225622857960499601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31191537&amp;postID=4225622857960499601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31191537/posts/default/4225622857960499601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31191537/posts/default/4225622857960499601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://originspink.blogspot.com/2011/01/hello-out-there.html' title='Hello out there...'/><author><name>origins pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09987351504627902023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31191537.post-2541996595110650690</id><published>2009-04-07T21:07:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T21:18:40.475-05:00</updated><title type='text'>i don't want to</title><content type='html'>I am blogging to avoid cleaning the kitchen.  I know it has to be done.  I can't go to bed and leave it.  I would regret it so much in the morning.  8-/  So it's been a long time since I blogged.  I'm not sure if it's because I'm too busy or I just don't really have anything that interesting to say.  I am too tired to be deep.  Maybe you feel that way too and it's a relief to hear I feel the same way, or maybe I am the only one.  I read other blogs and they are full of thoughts that I don't have the energy to comprehend...much less to come up with some of my own.  8-)  Sorry for the blahness...it's been one of those weeks.  There are many changes on the horizon for my life and that always gets me bumfuzzled (not a word I am aware), but you get the drift right.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the funner side of things Easter is coming up this weekend.  I love Easter.  The meaning and reason, the colors, the gatherings of people 8-)  I have a friend who wakes her children up on Easter morning by running through the house shouting in excitement, "He's alive!  He's alive!".  I think that's so awesome! Cheesy, yes, but totally awesome. 8-)  It is exciting that He's alive!  We should be elated and not be able to hide our excitement.  We should  be running through the streets Sunday morning shouting, "He's alive!".  Maybe I will...I'll let you know how that goes.  8-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31191537-2541996595110650690?l=originspink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://originspink.blogspot.com/feeds/2541996595110650690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31191537&amp;postID=2541996595110650690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31191537/posts/default/2541996595110650690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31191537/posts/default/2541996595110650690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://originspink.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-dont-want-to.html' title='i don&apos;t want to'/><author><name>origins pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09987351504627902023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31191537.post-2379478418827508832</id><published>2009-01-24T21:58:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T22:19:05.860-06:00</updated><title type='text'>8-)</title><content type='html'>The smiley.  Ok, so apparently I do the smiley more than any one person should.  The question was recently posed to me...why.  Well here is why just in case my smileys have been getting on your nerves.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In any form of  communication where the "listening" party can't actually hear you or see your face i.e. texting, emailing, facebooking, blogging, or any other communication technology affords us today you don't necessarily know the emotion behind what people are expressing.  I use the smiley to communicate emotion.  You may notice that occasionally my comments will have a face that looks like this 8-/.  I use this to communicate confusion, frazzledness(not a word I am aware), or frustration.  8-( That would be my sad face, obviously.  8-0 This is my shocked face. 8-)  8-P This is me sticking my tongue out at you.  If I am sticking my tongue out at you in silliness then that face would usually be followed by a regular smiley. 8-)  Just so you know I am kidding.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there, the many typed faces of Whitney.  Just in case you wanted to know. 8-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I don't blog enough and neither do you.  I have checked all the blogs and it seems as though we are all to busy to update.  Which is fine for me, but you people are my entertainment so you are going to have to pick it up.  Stop taking care of your children and doing your jobs.  Get on the computer and tell me all about the fascinating things going on in your brains, K.  I love you all!  8-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31191537-2379478418827508832?l=originspink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://originspink.blogspot.com/feeds/2379478418827508832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31191537&amp;postID=2379478418827508832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31191537/posts/default/2379478418827508832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31191537/posts/default/2379478418827508832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://originspink.blogspot.com/2009/01/8.html' title='8-)'/><author><name>origins pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09987351504627902023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31191537.post-5764861109094102210</id><published>2008-12-29T21:16:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T10:53:29.088-06:00</updated><title type='text'>O Christmas Tree...O Christmas Tree</title><content type='html'>how lovely were your branches!  Well...it's over.  Not over in the sense that we don't still celebrate the birth and life of our Savior...but all the festivities are put away until next Christmas season.  I have the after Christmas blues. 8-(  It was a wonderful Christmas.  Lots of fun memories.  Fun game nights with songs about worms and dirty Christian talk.  Productive shopping date nights of picking out fun things to bestow upon our babies.  Awesome sing alongs full of fun with new wonderful friends.  A funtastical Christmas Eve night with fun new memories. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must stop to tell you a funny story.  We got home from Christmas Eve at my Nanny's house at about 10:00pm.  We let the kids open one of  their "presents" from Nanna (always pajamas because it is her tradition to give all the kids and grandbabies jammies for Christmas Eve).  We read the Christmas story and put the kids to bed around 11.  By 12:00am we started setting out presents and putting together the goods.  At about 12:30 I heard the pitter patter of little feet coming down the hallway.  It was my little Isaiah.  Andrew was sitting in the floor assembling the Jumpoline we had gotten Isaiah.  It is a very colorful, triangular shaped trampoline that plays music while you jump.  Isaiah's eyes lit up and he was no longer interested in sleep.  So, for the next couple of hours that little rascal jumped and played with all his Christmas.  It was great.  He finally crashed about 2:30.  It was fun to have him up and get to see him all by himself enjoying Christmas.  He was a little bit of a booger to wake  up Christmas morning.  The other kids were ready to go and he just wanted to stay asleep.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The babies are so much fun Christmas morning.  I have to brag and say that I have been so incredibly proud of their respect of what Christmas really is all about.  There hasn't been a prayer time when they didn't thank God for the birth of their Savior, and they have been very mindful of talking about Jesus and what He means to them. Well, Gabriel has had some interesting things to say.  His answer to what Christmas is all about has been presents and God.  So we have a little work to do.  What are you gonna do, he's 5.   We had a great Christmas day...very relaxing.  We let the kids play all morning, and then that afternoon we walked and let the kids ride their bikes down to my moms for Christmas dinner.  There we gorged ourselves with yummy goodness and played Wii for hours.  Ahhh...I love the holidays.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now all we have left in 2008 is New Years.  I gotta be honest, New Years is just not my thing.  We don't want to leave the kids that night, and there aren't a lot of places to take the kids on New Years Eve.  So I'm not sure how we will ring in the new year.  My goodness, am I the only person who cannot believe that it is 2009 already.  My life is flying by so fast.  It seems like just yesterday I was saying "I do" to the man of my dreams and thinking about what it would be like when we had so many babies.  Now here we are, madly in love and four babies later.  I pray all the time that God will just let me savor the moments.  There are times when I look around and beg God to just let me remember this moment.  Let is sink in deep within my memory so when I am 80 years old I will sit and think of what my babies looked like and smelled like at these precious moments.  The way they sounded laughing and the hysterical things they say that make me just want to eat them up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, now that I am crying, I will end.  I love you all.  Merry Christmas(just a few days late) and Happy New Year to all you people whom I love so dearly.  I enjoy my family and friends so much.  I thank God for blessing me with such and amazing family and sweet wonderful friends.  I love you!  8-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31191537-5764861109094102210?l=originspink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://originspink.blogspot.com/feeds/5764861109094102210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31191537&amp;postID=5764861109094102210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31191537/posts/default/5764861109094102210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31191537/posts/default/5764861109094102210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://originspink.blogspot.com/2008/12/o-christmas-treeo-christmas-tree.html' title='O Christmas Tree...O Christmas Tree'/><author><name>origins pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09987351504627902023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31191537.post-7140552444983660013</id><published>2008-12-03T08:10:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T01:05:17.177-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Feliz Navidad</title><content type='html'>Things have been so crazy in the last month.  I feel like November didn't actually happen.  8-)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mexico was awesome.  I really had a very hard time leaving.  The kids are precious and Johnny and Paulina (the parents of the home) were so incredible.  They are such a tremendous example of what it really means to be the hands and feet of Jesus.  I just wanted to stay there and serve them.  Truly...that is what I wanted to do.  I wanted to cook their meals and clean their houses so that all they had to do was continue loving on those kids.  There were 19 children ranging in ages from 22 months to 18 years old.  There were 3 elderly people and a 22 year old young man who grew up in the home and now works for Johnny so that he can still live there.  In case you can't add let me help you out...that is 23 people that Johnny and Paulina have to keep living.  They cook their meals, provide for their needs, and still manage to love on and play with them.  Two of these children are almost 2 year old little girls.  That in and of itself is a huge challenge, and it's not like these children don't come in with challenges to begin with.  They come from homes that are unfit and quite often abusive in ways that most of us can't even stand to hear stories of.  So there task in loving isn't often easy.  It's hard to gain the trust of a child who has seen nothing but evil in their life, but that is what Johnny and Paulina do everyday.  They gain the love and trust of sweet precious children by showing them the love of Jesus...even when that love is hard to give.  We had the opportunity to witness patience, discipleship, the training of a child in the way they should go at it's finest.  They are taking these children to church.  They are praying with and over these children.  They are speaking blessings into their lives daily.  They are having regular Bible study with these kids.  They are combating the enemy's desire to steal these precious babies lives that have not all been claimed.  Please join with us in praying for this large 8-) amazing family.  A large percentage of these kids will go back into abusive homes.  The majority of them are not eligible for adoption.  The ones that don't go back into the home they came from will spend their youth in children's homes.  It is my prayer that if they can't be adopted into Christian homes that they would be able to remain with Johnny and Paulina.  It is also our prayer that God would send someone to work along side them in taking care of this home.  They are in need of assistance.  The job is too big for two people.  I am going to attempt to list all of the kids and adults by name in this post.  It would be awesome if you could join with us in praying for the people of Casa Hogar.  There is no doubt that God's hand is there.  It is an amazing place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                               The Family of Casa Hogar&lt;br /&gt;                                 Johnny and Paulina&lt;br /&gt;                                  Claudia 2&lt;br /&gt;                                  Brenda  6&lt;br /&gt;                                  Martin  7&lt;br /&gt;                                  Selena  2&lt;br /&gt;                                  Monse   5&lt;br /&gt;                                  Juan    11&lt;br /&gt;                                  Lizeth  12&lt;br /&gt;                                  Miguel  16&lt;br /&gt;                                  Karla   17&lt;br /&gt;                                  Juanita 18&lt;br /&gt;                                  Leslie  6&lt;br /&gt;                                  Cinthia 10&lt;br /&gt;                                  Jose    11&lt;br /&gt;                                  Ana     11&lt;br /&gt;                                  Kevin   9&lt;br /&gt;                                  Rogelio 14&lt;br /&gt;                                  Rafael  7&lt;br /&gt;                                  Jose Miguel 6&lt;br /&gt;                                  Cesar   18&lt;br /&gt;                                  Josue   22&lt;br /&gt;                                  Domingo really old 8-)&lt;br /&gt;                                  Magdalene really old 8-)&lt;br /&gt;                                  Ava really old 8-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would love to blog more about Casa Hogar.  I want to tell you all about the place they live, their routines, their resources, and all about their unique personalities.  There are so many cool things God is doing right now.  It's exciting! For now we will celebrate Christmas and all the joy and hope that it brings.  This truly is my favorite time of year.  Jesus...just to say His name wells up something big inside of me.  8-)  He is exciting!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31191537-7140552444983660013?l=originspink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://originspink.blogspot.com/feeds/7140552444983660013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31191537&amp;postID=7140552444983660013' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31191537/posts/default/7140552444983660013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31191537/posts/default/7140552444983660013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://originspink.blogspot.com/2008/12/feliz-navidad.html' title='Feliz Navidad'/><author><name>origins pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09987351504627902023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31191537.post-1168870795182907017</id><published>2008-11-05T22:02:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T22:35:23.353-06:00</updated><title type='text'>heading for the border...</title><content type='html'>I know it's been forever since I last posted and I am so sorry.  I know you've all been on the edge of your seat with anticipation for when I would post again.  The truth is that I believe I may be the only one who reads this blog.  I use it as a diary of sorts.  8-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart is sad...my heart is sad for the choice that our country made on election day.  If I felt they had made their choice out of some sort of conviction then the blow might be easier to bare, but I don't believe that is the case.  I believe the majority of our nation voted for a man based on the color of his skin.  Please...don't misunderstand, that fact that for the first time in history we have an African-American president is an exciting and amazing milestone for our nation.  The problem lies in the character of the man...not in the color of his skin.  There are plenty of amazing people (black and white) who would have been a thousand times better for this job.  A man who's character is such that he can support the brutal murder of innocent unborn babies is not the man I want making decisions for my family.  So where do we go from here...I'm just gonna pray.  If God can change Paul's heart...Paul, a man who's life's work was killing and persecuting Christian's, then God is certainly capable of moving in the heart of Barack Obama.  So if he is indeed going to be the president of the United States of America, then we will just unite together in praying that he surrenders and chooses to walk a path of righteousness.  My God is big and He's mighty and He's faithful and He is ready to move when we call upon His name.  My God is also a gentleman...He doesn't force Himself on any of us.  He has given us a choice...and He says that we have not because we ask not.  So will you all please join with me in fervently praying for the heart of our soon to be president and the heart of our nation.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also...while we are on the subject of prayer 8-) My family (Andrew, me, Nathaniel, Madelyne, Gabriel, Isaiah, and my sister Abbey) and the Hager family (Bo, Holli, Shelton, Megan, Caroline, Garrett, and their unborn baby girl 8-) will be heading to a place called Morelos, Mexico.  We will leave this Friday.  The trip there should take around 22 hours.  We will spend a week there at a house called Casa Hogar.  It is a safe house for children who have been abandoned or removed from unfit homes.  The children range in ages from infants to 18 years old.  Our mission while we are there is for Andrew to set up computers in a school house that was recently completed there, Bo will be doing some building and plumbing projects, and Holli, myself, and the kids will be loving on the children and helping the house parents in any way we can.  These children are desperate for the love of Jesus, and I want desperately for us to succeed in demonstrating that love next week.  So will you please pray, and ask your friends to pray that God blesses this trip.  Please pray that we are faithful in demonstrating His love.  Please pray that God would break down the language barrier and that we are able to communicate with these children in ways only God can facilitate.  Please pray that we are useful and productive in helping with their needs.  And please pray for safe travel.  We appreciate any and all prayers.  I am excited!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I have written a book I will let you all go...or let myself go.  If you are reading this I want to you to know that I love you!  8-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31191537-1168870795182907017?l=originspink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://originspink.blogspot.com/feeds/1168870795182907017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31191537&amp;postID=1168870795182907017' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31191537/posts/default/1168870795182907017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31191537/posts/default/1168870795182907017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://originspink.blogspot.com/2008/11/heading-for-border.html' title='heading for the border...'/><author><name>origins pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09987351504627902023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31191537.post-6835099111846862086</id><published>2008-09-30T10:22:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T10:41:48.456-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh where oh where has my sanity gone...</title><content type='html'>oh where oh where could it be?  Since the beginning of this school year I have lost my mind.  Having 3 kids to teach is a whole new ball game.  Gabe says that he has decided he isn't going to do kindergarten.  He's just going to go back to being 4.  4 is the most fun he says.  If only we could stay 4 years old.  Anyway, he has started kindergarten and challenges me every day as a mom and a teacher.  I use the title "teacher" loosely.  8-)  Isaiah, the baby, can't stand that the other kids are getting my attention during school hours so he has to be right in the middle of us all.  My only hope is that some of the knowledge is seeping in and by the time he starts kindergarten he will already know everything and my job will be easier.  8-)  That's assuming we all make it that far.  Right now in this moment as Gabe is watching an "educational" dvd, Madelyne is dancing with the mop in the kitchen while reciting her spelling words, Isaiah is pulling every piece of tupperware we own out of the cabinet, and Nathaniel (bless his sweet heart) is sitting at the table diligently working on his language seatwork, I am just praying we make it through the day.  8-)  No matter my sanity God is awesome, and I am so thankful to Him for my many, many, many, many blessings.  Even if they are the wildest craziest blessings a mommy could have.  8-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31191537-6835099111846862086?l=originspink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://originspink.blogspot.com/feeds/6835099111846862086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31191537&amp;postID=6835099111846862086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31191537/posts/default/6835099111846862086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31191537/posts/default/6835099111846862086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://originspink.blogspot.com/2008/09/oh-where-oh-where-has-my-sanity-gone.html' title='Oh where oh where has my sanity gone...'/><author><name>origins pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09987351504627902023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31191537.post-5239413861724917980</id><published>2008-09-13T23:48:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T00:01:30.302-05:00</updated><title type='text'>hanging with the homies...</title><content type='html'>We had a funtastical night hanging out at the Hager's house with the Heaps and the Carringers.  It never fails that when we all get together there are many moments of hysteria.  8-)  We decided we need  a quote board to document the random phrases that are born out of an evening together.  I would share them with you now, but i can't remember them correctly as it is midnight and I am exhausted.  I am just feeling really blessed right now and I wanted to share that with you.  It's been a warm and fuzzy day.  The kind of day where I look around and see my beautiful babies and my sweet husband and feel so much peace and gratitude for the way God has blessed me.  He has given me the best husband in the world, beautiful healthy babies, amazing friends that i adore, and so much more.   I need to get my booty in the bed.  I have to be up early to get all my blessings ready for church.  Why can't church begin about 1 or 2 hours later than it does now.  I think church should start at about 11:00.  We could start at 11:00, break for church wide lunch and fellowship, and then reconvene for more worship.  I like that plan.  8-)Someone form a committee and get right on that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31191537-5239413861724917980?l=originspink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://originspink.blogspot.com/feeds/5239413861724917980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31191537&amp;postID=5239413861724917980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31191537/posts/default/5239413861724917980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31191537/posts/default/5239413861724917980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://originspink.blogspot.com/2008/09/hanging-with-homies.html' title='hanging with the homies...'/><author><name>origins pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09987351504627902023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31191537.post-7753859905744323450</id><published>2008-09-12T01:02:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T01:43:55.729-05:00</updated><title type='text'>9/11</title><content type='html'>I headed to the store this morning with all my babies and as we were driving down the road we passed a flag that was flying at half mass.  Nathaniel asked why that flag wasn't flying high in the sky, and that is when it all came rushing back.  The most vivid memories of where we were and what we were doing when the phone rang and my mom said I needed to turn on the television.  Nathaniel was only 20 months old then.  He was sitting in the floor watching Blues Clues.  Andrew was getting ready to go, but he wasn't going to work that day because he had been summoned for jury duty.  He never left the house. All trials were canceled and all federal buildings were locked down because no one knew what was going on or who might be in danger.    Instead we sat in front of the TV for hours in horror.  It just kept getting worse and more surreal as the minutes past. I was 8 months pregnant and fear gripped me for the pure evil people in the world are capable of.  For every sight of heroism was the gut wrenching reality that heroes are needed because of the evil that exists.  On 9/11 as I sat awake at 2:00 in the morning praying that God would give me some peace, even just enough that I could sleep, He gave me one of the most amazing promises of my life.  He took me to the book of Isaiah, and through scripture He began to reassure me of how He had already redeemed all that is broken.  He showed me how He had claimed my children.  He even spoke to me about the purposes He had for my first born son.  Here is where I start to cry and it takes my breath away to type these words.  God gave me these promises on September 11, 2001 as I cried out to Him in fear.  One year ago today, on September 11, 2007 my first born son gave His life to Jesus on the anniversary of that terrible day, and He made that decision in the very house that God had given me these promises 6 years before.  That was an AMAZING day! I realized how God is the Master Conductor, orchestrating the events of the lives given to Him in submission with our free will.  Isn't it amazing that when God spoke to me that horrible night He was already seeing the glorious day that would take place 6 years later.  He has redeemed the lost!  He has seen and healed the broken.  He will not leave us or forsake us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this morning when the babies pointed out to me the flags flying low in the sky and all the memories came flooding back we pulled over on the side of the road, and I told them all about 9/11.  I told them about the families who are still grieving the loss of people they loved .  I can't fathom the pain.  So...we do the only thing we can do and that is to lift them up to our Heavenly Father and pray for peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31191537-7753859905744323450?l=originspink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://originspink.blogspot.com/feeds/7753859905744323450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31191537&amp;postID=7753859905744323450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31191537/posts/default/7753859905744323450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31191537/posts/default/7753859905744323450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://originspink.blogspot.com/2008/09/911.html' title='9/11'/><author><name>origins pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09987351504627902023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31191537.post-7231206893792030784</id><published>2008-09-11T00:20:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T00:44:30.135-05:00</updated><title type='text'>convictions galore</title><content type='html'>For the last couple of weeks God has been sifting and churning within me so many things that He desires to change, fine tune, be rid of altogether, and for me to surrender to Him.  He has shown me things He wants me to do, things He wants me to hand over to Him, and things He adores in me.  God is moving.  I love it when God moves because I feel honored that He loves me enough to not allow me to become complacent.  I never want to just be.  The stinky part is that when God starts moving Satan fights harder to have the control.  To put it mildly there has been a battle.  I have been so aware of every way and situation that I am not being the woman that God wants me to be.  I believe God is showing me these things.  God wants me to surrender  in these ways, but Satan seeks to shame me into believing that I can't be the wife, mommy, and child of God that Jesus says that I am.  Well, here is a news flash for Satan...GET LOST!  I am writing this in case there is just one person who reads this blog and might possibly struggle in the area of what kind of person you are.  Cause you see...we all make mistakes, but we have a couple of ways to deal with that.  We can sit in the lie that we can't get past this and we aren't "good christians" or "good mommies" or "good wives", or we can claim that Jesus has redeemed it all and every moment we have the opportunity to choose to walk in His ways.  We are forgiven.  We are loved.  We are God's beautiful children whom He adores.  Don't dwell on where you've messed up.  Dwell in the redemptive power of our Savior and know that right now we CAN choose to live the ways God chooses for us to live.  Live in the love that is our God.  Maybe for some of you this makes no sense, but if any of this feels familiar to you then it is my prayer that you would rebuke the enemy and fall safely into the comforting arms of our loving Father with whom "there is therefore now NO CONDEMNATION for those who are in Christ Jesus". Romans 8:1     8-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31191537-7231206893792030784?l=originspink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://originspink.blogspot.com/feeds/7231206893792030784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31191537&amp;postID=7231206893792030784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31191537/posts/default/7231206893792030784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31191537/posts/default/7231206893792030784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://originspink.blogspot.com/2008/09/convictions-galore.html' title='convictions galore'/><author><name>origins pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09987351504627902023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31191537.post-3677122047928901434</id><published>2008-09-03T14:37:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T15:05:05.930-05:00</updated><title type='text'>making the point...</title><content type='html'>It drives my hubby CRAZY when I argue politics.  Not with him, because he doesn't argue politics with anybody.  Plus, we agree on pretty much everything praise the Lord.  8-)  He says that arguing politics is pointless because it is not productive.  He says it's not as if you are actually going to change someones mind.  He says that you should just be proactive in helping what you believe and let that be the change you make.  I have a hard time with that.  I tend to be an argumentative person.  When I speak to someone that believes in something that I think is INSANE I want to tell them why they are wrong.  That doesn't usually go over so well thus making my husbands point that arguing politics is useless.  Unfortunately the majority of the people in my life that I don't see eye to eye with are close family members.  So here's the deal...I absolutely cannot support anything that Barack Obama does because he sees nothing wrong with killing babies.  Now, lots of people believe that this is not a major issue and that it doesn't effect our country thus not making it important to them.  Well, get over yourself.  The fact of the matter is that when even one child loses their life then it's an issue that should be taken VERY SERIOUSLY, but it's not just one child that loses their life.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the United states approximately 1.37 million abortions are performed every year.  There are roughly 3,700 babies that lose their lives EVERY DAY!  &lt;br /&gt;Throughout the world there are about 42 million abortions performed in a year, and an estimated 115,000 babies that lose their lives every single day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is NOT alright.  This is a disgusting tragedy that should effect every person of every political party, of every race, of every religion, of every nationality.  You see, it's not just about an issue.  It's about humanity.  It's about respecting life.  So as far as political candidates this is the issue that I look at more than any other because this speaks volumes about character.  If you don't mind the brutal murder of helpless, innocent babies then what else do you just not really care about.  How is it that you would be in the best interest of the children in our country when you won't even give them the opportunity to LIVE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31191537-3677122047928901434?l=originspink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://originspink.blogspot.com/feeds/3677122047928901434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31191537&amp;postID=3677122047928901434' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31191537/posts/default/3677122047928901434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31191537/posts/default/3677122047928901434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://originspink.blogspot.com/2008/09/making-point.html' title='making the point...'/><author><name>origins pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09987351504627902023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31191537.post-7608289124990063038</id><published>2008-08-30T18:56:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T19:09:18.253-05:00</updated><title type='text'>suped up slumber party...</title><content type='html'>So any of you who thought slumber parties were just for the young you need to spend some time with me.  Holli and I had a slumber party last night with the teenage girls in our Family Group.  Family Groups are small groups that meet off campus twice a month for Bible Study and discipleship.  Holli and I lead the Senior High junior and senior girls and I love it.  They are so fabulous!  We have some who graduated this year and to send them off we had a slumber party at Opryland Hotel.  It was so much fun!  The girls were awesome!  They were even awesome while they were pushing me into the swimming pool in MY JAMMIES!  The good news is that I love to swim and I don't care what I swim in so I just stayed in the pool and enjoyed myself.  Of course they posted some not so flattering pics of me getting out of the pool and facebook, and for this they will pay.  8-) Oh yeah...it's payback time baby.  We ate too much, talked a lot, tortured the people in the hotel, discussed major life issues and where they were in their walks with Christ, we walked a couple of miles around the hotel, took some fabulous pics of the girls being silly, and finally at about 4:00am everyone was asleep.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So God is good and He took care of my hubby and my babies while I was away for the night.  I like slumber parties.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, praise God for Sarah Palin.  I am feeling a lot better about election day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31191537-7608289124990063038?l=originspink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://originspink.blogspot.com/feeds/7608289124990063038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31191537&amp;postID=7608289124990063038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31191537/posts/default/7608289124990063038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31191537/posts/default/7608289124990063038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://originspink.blogspot.com/2008/08/suped-up-slumber-party.html' title='suped up slumber party...'/><author><name>origins pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09987351504627902023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31191537.post-1592580380907902125</id><published>2008-08-26T14:12:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T14:15:41.961-05:00</updated><title type='text'>correction</title><content type='html'>In my previous post I said the best thing about our trip was the marshmallow bed.  That was not true.  The BEST thing about our trip was that I got to have lunch with the greatest most amazing husband in the whole world EVERY SINGLE DAY!  I miss him today.  He is doing an amazing job and I love him with all my  hearts and circles.  8-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31191537-1592580380907902125?l=originspink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://originspink.blogspot.com/feeds/1592580380907902125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31191537&amp;postID=1592580380907902125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31191537/posts/default/1592580380907902125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31191537/posts/default/1592580380907902125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://originspink.blogspot.com/2008/08/correction.html' title='correction'/><author><name>origins pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09987351504627902023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31191537.post-6601641142634244028</id><published>2008-08-26T11:15:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T11:32:29.258-05:00</updated><title type='text'>home, home  on the range</title><content type='html'>Well we are home and back into the swing of life.  It was a fun trip.  Andrew worked his buns off, but the kids and I had a great time.  8-)  We played at the pool all day and relaxed in the hotel.  The best part was my big marshmallow bed.  The best bed there ever was!  I have never in my life slept on a mattress that wonderful before.  I meant to look and see what kind of mattress it was, but I forgot.  It was a king sized bed.  We used to have a king, but we went to a queen because it seemed more intimate.  8-)  Anyway, the bed had about 10 down pillows on it and a big fluffy down comforter.  All the bedding was white so when you were on the bed it felt like laying a big fluffy marshmallow.  The drapes in the room were heavy so when they were drawn you couldn't even tell it was daytime outside.  I could have slept for days in that place.  8-)  I miss the marshmallow.  We didn't sleep all week I promise.  It was just a nice break from the routine.  The babies did awesome in the car.  I don't think we had even one fight on the way there or on the way back.  Isaiah was a trooper in his car seat.  He just watched his movies and looked at books.  8-)  They were great!  I am very proud of them.  Because of their great behavior Daddy won't be afraid to take another road trip.  8-) We will actually be heading back to South Carolina again at the end of September for more training, and again in October to my most favorite place in the world...THE BEACH! YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the only stinky thing about being gone it that I really miss seeing friends/family, and I REALLY missed being at church.  I miss worship.  Not that we can't worship where ever we are, but there is something powerful about standing in a room with other believers singing praises to our AWESOME GOD.  I love it.  It is nourishing to my soul even.  That is a very intimate time with God for me.  I missed having that this past week.  God and I have a date this week for some serious time of worship with my brothers and sisters in Christ.  We will be worshiping HIM of course.  8-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31191537-6601641142634244028?l=originspink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://originspink.blogspot.com/feeds/6601641142634244028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31191537&amp;postID=6601641142634244028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31191537/posts/default/6601641142634244028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31191537/posts/default/6601641142634244028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://originspink.blogspot.com/2008/08/home-home-on-range.html' title='home, home  on the range'/><author><name>origins pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09987351504627902023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31191537.post-1908088198483158665</id><published>2008-08-16T23:29:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T23:43:32.913-05:00</updated><title type='text'>fair, fish, and fairwell</title><content type='html'>Well we had the most fun at the fair Friday night. Although I must say there are some seriously interesting (and by interesting I mean horrifying) characters in this town.  I would pass people and wonder what in the world could possibly be going through there heads to think it is okay to wear that in public.  Anyway, all that aside, the weather was perfect, the fair food was disgustingly wonderful, and the kids had "the best night of their lives".  Of course they say that every single time we do anything.  We can be grocery shopping and one of them will inevitably spring with "this is the best night of my life".  I love their love for life.  I aspire to live like that.  I want to always be having the best time of my life.  8-)  It really was wonderful.  MaddieBelle just absolutely had to play the fish game because she needed to win a fish since we currently don't have a pet.  Here's the deal.  Madelyne plays the fish game every year at the fair, and every year she wins a fish only to have it die a few short weeks after we bring it home.  Then she is devastated because she has lost her best friend.  Madelyne played the fish game last night, and Madelyne won yet another fish.  So, we are praying that "fluffy" hangs on longer than a few weeks.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I am off to finish packing.  We leave after church in the morning and I am only about half way finished tossing our junk into the many suitcases it requires to take this family anywhere.  I am not a very meticulous packer.  I just grab a bunch of stuff and maybe I get all we need, and maybe I don't.  If I leave anything out it will just make the adventure more fun.  It can be like roughing it.  That's about as close to roughing it as I like to come.  8-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31191537-1908088198483158665?l=originspink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://originspink.blogspot.com/feeds/1908088198483158665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31191537&amp;postID=1908088198483158665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31191537/posts/default/1908088198483158665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31191537/posts/default/1908088198483158665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://originspink.blogspot.com/2008/08/fair-fish-and-fairwell.html' title='fair, fish, and fairwell'/><author><name>origins pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09987351504627902023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31191537.post-4046940986959646591</id><published>2008-08-15T11:28:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T11:57:56.982-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The power of the pink...</title><content type='html'>So I have never been like a big Olympics watcher or anything.  I would catch it here and there, but this year, oh this year is different.  I don't know what it is but I can't miss it.  Swimming and Gymnastics have consumed my evenings for the last week.  I don't know if any of you caught women's gymnastics last night, but it was FANTASTIC!  Nastia Liukin and Shawn Johnson of team USA took the gold and the silver medals.   Nastia taking gold and Shawn taking silver.  Now, many people believe that Nastia won the gold based on her tremendous skills as a gymnast.  She nailed every routine.  Stuck every landing.  She was graceful and strong.  This is not however what won her the gold in my opinion.  While every other girl wore leotards in shades of red (some in white and blue), Nastia chose to be set apart.  She wore PINK, and this is why she won the gold.  8-)  I'm telling you, it's the perfect color.  Of course her flipping and flopping and spinning and sticking probably didn't hurt anything, but i believe the pink sealed the deal.  Oh yeah, and Shawn Johnson did pretty good too.  Had she of worn pink then maybe they could have awarded 2 gold medals.  8-)  Andrew says he would rather come in second because silver is prettier than gold.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course Michael Phelps did awesome.  What a freak.  Seriously, I think he has gills.  I almost don't want to like him, but you just can't help it.  He's just likeable...with his big ears and his mommy in the stands.  Who doesn't like a guy that brings his mom and sisters to the Olympics with him.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, enough about the Olympics.  Crayola crayons, the 24 count pack, are on sale at Walmart for 22 cents a box.  I don't normally shop at Walmart because it gets on my nerves with it's bigness and all the bad stuff you hear about how they manufacture their goods, but come on people 22 CENTS!  I bought like 50 boxes.  8-)  I am a sucker for a deal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31191537-4046940986959646591?l=originspink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://originspink.blogspot.com/feeds/4046940986959646591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31191537&amp;postID=4046940986959646591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31191537/posts/default/4046940986959646591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31191537/posts/default/4046940986959646591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://originspink.blogspot.com/2008/08/power-of-pink.html' title='The power of the pink...'/><author><name>origins pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09987351504627902023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31191537.post-958311728376629699</id><published>2008-08-14T08:22:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T08:32:36.554-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Calling all bloggers...</title><content type='html'>This is a notice to all my sweet friends who always have the most wonderful posts on their blogs for me to read everyday.  You guys are slackin.  I have checked my normal blogs that I enjoy reading everyday for the last couple of days and have there been any new posts? No, there hasn't been any new posts.  It's like all of the people who normally make time in their days to journal about what's going on in their lives have gotten too busy for blogging.  What about me?  What about my entertainment.? There are a couple of blogs that haven't been posted on in weeks!  How do I know if you are still alive?  How do I know if you are happy or sad?  Picking up the phone and calling people...well that would just be too logical.  So...here it is.  I'm gonna need you people to stop taking care of your kids and teaching school and cleaning your houses and going to work and whatever else it is you people do other than entertaining me...and start blogging!  I'm only posting this because I love you all.  Thank you, and happy blogging.  8-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way...I'd like to send a shout out to my amazing hubby who I love and adore.  I am praising God for the man that you are and I am so thankful that God blessed me with you.  8-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31191537-958311728376629699?l=originspink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://originspink.blogspot.com/feeds/958311728376629699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31191537&amp;postID=958311728376629699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31191537/posts/default/958311728376629699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31191537/posts/default/958311728376629699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://originspink.blogspot.com/2008/08/calling-all-bloggers.html' title='Calling all bloggers...'/><author><name>origins pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09987351504627902023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31191537.post-8606806819329508723</id><published>2008-08-12T15:53:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T16:14:32.367-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Here, there, and everywhere...</title><content type='html'>Let the traveling begin. YAY!  Andrew called a little while ago to tell me that we would be packing up and heading for Greenville, SC Sunday night.  What is in Greenville you ask...well I will tell you.  8-)  Oracle training.  What is Oracle training?  Well, I don't really know, but I do know that my husband needs it very badly in order to not lose his mind at his job.  He is a database administrator (don't exactly know what that means either).  I call him...the computer guy.  Anyway...he is brilliant.  I can say that because I am his wife and biggest fan.  I am very proud of him.  His company recently purchased another company that runs off a different system and if he doesn't learn how to work the thing then he's gonna go postal.  So...we are off to training.  Well, the kids and I are off to a week of adventure in a new place while Andrew goes to training during the day.  Greenville is very close to where Andrew's family lives, so we will take some time to go and visit grandmothers and aunts and uncles...oh my.  8-)  That will be good.  They haven't seen the babies in about a year.  I love to go on adventures.  When I was growing up my mom and dad would just randomly pack us up and we would take off on an adventure.  We didn't so much plan vacations.  We just got the bug and went.  I loved it.  So this week it's Greenville, SC.  On Sept. 22 we will head to Gatlinburg for a couple of days.  Sept. 29th we head back to Greenville for another week of training and adventure.  October 11th we will be heading for Charleston, SC to enjoy the beach...my favorite place to be in the whole wide world.  Then around November 5th our family along with the Hager family will be heading for Morelos, Mexico.  We will be doing a lot of homeschooling on the road this fall.  8-)  I am very excited.  What's also fun is that when the traveling ends the holidays begin.  Another of my favorite pastimes.  Thanksgiving and Christmas!  YAY!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, for any of you who made it to the end of this blog...congrats.  I tend to ramble when I'm excited.  Sorry.  8-)  I'm off to clean the kitchen so that I can mess it up again cooking dinner.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh...one more thing.  The WILSON COUNTY FAIR starts on Friday.  I LOVE going to the fair.  It's so exciting!  K...love to all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31191537-8606806819329508723?l=originspink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://originspink.blogspot.com/feeds/8606806819329508723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31191537&amp;postID=8606806819329508723' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31191537/posts/default/8606806819329508723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31191537/posts/default/8606806819329508723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://originspink.blogspot.com/2008/08/here-there-and-everywhere.html' title='Here, there, and everywhere...'/><author><name>origins pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09987351504627902023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31191537.post-7765894560780311361</id><published>2008-08-11T11:55:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T12:19:05.620-05:00</updated><title type='text'>drink our splash french fries!</title><content type='html'>Ok, so I do not want to be rude or disrespectful to any people or nation, but they started it.  For anyone that caught last nights mens relay you will get this.  The French team was talking smack.  Saying things like that they whole reason they were at the Olympics was to smash the Americans.  It was AWESOME!  The American team swam like was no tomorrow.  Perfection!  Just when it looked like the French team was going to take the gold the last American swimmer (I'm terrible with names...other that Michael Phelps of course) came from slightly behind and won my .08 of a second!  It was insane.  I am usually not like an Olympics junkie or anything, but this year is turning out to be fabulous entertainment.  Plus, I really love swimming.  So all that smack talk and who's national anthem was playing at the medal ceremony?  USA!  Anyway...that's enough of that.  I don't want to be obnoxious.  8-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, rather than blogging I need to be gearing up for school.  The babies have things they need to be doing to prepare for this next school year.  Lots of reading for sure.  I will be teaching 3rd grade, 1st grade, and kindergarten this year.  I feel nuts already.  They are all attending HCA's co-op which will be nice.  A chance for them to get some social interaction.  I try to keep them in the loop with friends and social activities.  That's as much for me as it is for them. 8-)  I don't want to turn them into those freaky little homeschool kids who don't know how to interact with the rest of the world.  No offense to the freaky kids.  I just feel like hanging with their buds is something they are really missing out on by homeschooling.  God and I have had many conversations over this very matter.  He said I still have to homeschool this year.  8-)  I really do enjoy it even though I joke a lot about being crazy.  It's hard, but it's also rewarding in many ways.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, that's all for now.  I hope you all are having a fantastic week.  I pray that school is getting off to a fabulous start for all those who have babies starting school.  I know it's hard.  I remember sending Nathaniel to kindergarten and thinking I wasn't going to make without him home.  It get's easier.  Just don't let them see you cry the second day.  It's fine the first day, but after that we have to be big girls.  8-)  I love you all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31191537-7765894560780311361?l=originspink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://originspink.blogspot.com/feeds/7765894560780311361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31191537&amp;postID=7765894560780311361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31191537/posts/default/7765894560780311361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31191537/posts/default/7765894560780311361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://originspink.blogspot.com/2008/08/drink-our-splash-french-fries.html' title='drink our splash french fries!'/><author><name>origins pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09987351504627902023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31191537.post-7057851930918156813</id><published>2008-08-07T21:58:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T22:06:22.902-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ready for bed...</title><content type='html'>I'm about to go and put my babies to bed.  I'm procrastinating because while bedtime can be a sweet time...it can also be a frustrating and exhausting time.  Andrew is laying on the couch watching Myth Busters...I do not like this show.  Tired...that's me tonight.  Wishing the routine were done and the house were quiet.  No more drinks.  No more potty.  No more questions.  Just for tonight.  Then, when morning comes and I am energized once again, all will be fun again.  I will laugh at the questions and revel in the noise that is my babies.  8-) I wonder if God is ever ready for me to go to bed?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31191537-7057851930918156813?l=originspink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://originspink.blogspot.com/feeds/7057851930918156813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31191537&amp;postID=7057851930918156813' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31191537/posts/default/7057851930918156813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31191537/posts/default/7057851930918156813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://originspink.blogspot.com/2008/08/ready-for-bed.html' title='ready for bed...'/><author><name>origins pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09987351504627902023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31191537.post-2582763242827055203</id><published>2008-07-30T10:30:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T10:48:08.847-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Inspired</title><content type='html'>I was reading the blog of a fabulous chic from church who just so inspires me.  The kind of girl that you just want to know and call friend, you know what I mean.  Anyway...I was thinking about the ways that she inspires me, and I began to think of all the other fabulous people God has been so gracious to allow me to know and love.  God is so AWESOME!  My incredible hubby who still can give me chills with one look.  Then there are my fantastical children...don't even get me started there.  And I totally don't mean that in a prideful way because the ways they are fabulous have nothing to do with me.  Each one of them are so unique and they teach me something new everyday!  From the oldest to the youngest I could just follow them around and watch them all day.  8-)  Family and friends...each person so beautiful and every one of them with different strengths, all amazing in their own way.  Seriously...I know God didn't put all of these people on the earth solely for my entertainment, but I am just so thankful to have them all in my life.  I wish that I could make a big long list of people I want to tell how amazing they are, but I don't have all day to blog...so I won't.  8-) I am just in awe at God's creations this morning.  I love all you people!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31191537-2582763242827055203?l=originspink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://originspink.blogspot.com/feeds/2582763242827055203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31191537&amp;postID=2582763242827055203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31191537/posts/default/2582763242827055203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31191537/posts/default/2582763242827055203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://originspink.blogspot.com/2008/07/inspired.html' title='Inspired'/><author><name>origins pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09987351504627902023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31191537.post-3122651693064679644</id><published>2008-07-25T11:17:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T14:01:12.788-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The sweetest smell in the world...</title><content type='html'>The best smell in the whole world...a newborn baby.  I believe that Heaven will smell like newborn babies.  Still to this day, the oldest being 8 &amp; 1/2 years old, after my babies have had a bath and are getting ready for bed I like to inhale them.  They always smell delicious, but ever so often I will catch the scent of my sweet tiny babies.  The best place to sniff and kiss...right at the nape of the neck.  It's the softest, sweetest kisses ever.  I spent some time with my newest little friend Owen yesterday at the hospital.  Not as much time as I wanted to of course.  Other people wanted to hold him, and of course his mommy needed him and he needed her.  8-)  Not to mention the exhaustion you could see all over her.  She needed to rest.  He is so precious.  The first thing I said this morning was that I wanted to smell Owen.  Andrew called me a baby sniffer.  I can be crazy Aunt Whitney...the baby sniffer.  I like that title.  Anyway...he is just perfect.  His mommy and daddy are very blessed, and he is very blessed to have them.  8-)  I am praying that their transition into this season of their lives will be seamless and a beautiful testimony of their faith in our perfect, unfailing God.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31191537-3122651693064679644?l=originspink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://originspink.blogspot.com/feeds/3122651693064679644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31191537&amp;postID=3122651693064679644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31191537/posts/default/3122651693064679644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31191537/posts/default/3122651693064679644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://originspink.blogspot.com/2008/07/sweetest-smell-in-world.html' title='The sweetest smell in the world...'/><author><name>origins pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09987351504627902023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31191537.post-4350038462928251834</id><published>2008-07-24T08:34:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T08:42:56.314-05:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY OWEN</title><content type='html'>So my newest littlest friend will be making his way into the world very shortly as his mommy is at the hospital laboring to deliver him now.  Labor...the word doesn't even do it justice.  The work involved in bringing life into this world should be given a much more descriptive term.  Something that would express the pain and intensity of the task you know.  Labor is what they should call pregnancy.  Although...I always felt great throughout my pregnancies.  I loved being pregnant.  I love having babies.  I love kids.  I love love.  8-)  Anyway...I am very proud of Trisha.  She is going to be an amazing mommy and I am looking forward to loving on my sweet new friend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31191537-4350038462928251834?l=originspink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://originspink.blogspot.com/feeds/4350038462928251834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31191537&amp;postID=4350038462928251834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31191537/posts/default/4350038462928251834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31191537/posts/default/4350038462928251834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://originspink.blogspot.com/2008/07/happy-birthday-owen.html' title='HAPPY BIRTHDAY OWEN'/><author><name>origins pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09987351504627902023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31191537.post-2871556065237271592</id><published>2008-07-21T11:22:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T12:01:56.629-05:00</updated><title type='text'>birthdays galore...</title><content type='html'>This is an insane month of birthdays.  I love birthdays.  I love to celebrate.  Today is Micah's, my oldest brother, birthday.  I am the oldest of all my brothers and sisters, not that I am old by any means.  8-)  Micah is the oldest of the boys.  He is 24 today.  I so totally remember when he was born.  I was 5 years old.  Yes, that means I will be 29 in just 2 days.  They brought Micah home from the hospital on my birthday.  I think that is the day I became a mommy.  I have been mothering anyone who would let me for 24 years.  8-)  Somehow he and I both have oldest child personalities.  Maybe because I was a little older when he was born.  Maybe because he is the oldest boy.  Maybe because I always acted more like his mother than his sister so he felt like an oldest child.  I have had so much fun with my brothers and sisters.  I enjoy them immensely.  I don't always like the choices they make.  I pray always that they would choose life, but I can't choose for them.  They are all incredible beautiful people with amazing personalities.  Each of them very different, but somehow we are all very alike.  Here's the rundown...there is me 29, Micah 24, Caleb 21, Haley 19, and Abbey is the baby at 16.  I am excited about being 29.  I can't imagine it will be a lot different from 28.  Here's the thing.  All that I have ever wanted to be in my whole life is a wife and mommy.  So no matter where we are in life I have the joy of being what I wanted to be.  Maybe to the world it's not that great of an accomplishment, and status according to the world is certainly not something I am achieving.  8-)  To some my job doesn't even count.  I can't imagine a greater blessing in life than watching my babies grow.  We went to the zoo yesterday and I watched my hubby with the babies and I was in awe of how blessed I am.  It is the most beautiful thing in the world to see who they are and how they interact with the world around them.  Even when my littlest baby was throwing a fit at dinner I knew I am truly blessed.  Now doing my job well is a whole different story.  There are days when i cry out to God in desperation for the ability to love my children well.  Because my problem isn't how much I love them.  I love them with everything that I have.  The thing that concerns me is getting that love across in the way God wants me too.  I could tell my children all day long that I love them and it may mean nothing.  I have to show them love in the way they receive it.  It feels that there is no room for mistakes here.  I had a friend who once said that instead of putting away money for her kids education she was going to put away money for their counseling fund.  8-)  Thankfully God is way bigger than me and He is a beautiful God of redemption.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other birthdays we will be celebrating this month...our good friends Justin Heap (26), Jacob Carringer(25),and hopefully for Trisha's sake sweet baby Owen will be making his debut this month.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31191537-2871556065237271592?l=originspink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://originspink.blogspot.com/feeds/2871556065237271592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31191537&amp;postID=2871556065237271592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31191537/posts/default/2871556065237271592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31191537/posts/default/2871556065237271592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://originspink.blogspot.com/2008/07/birthdays-galore.html' title='birthdays galore...'/><author><name>origins pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09987351504627902023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31191537.post-4896625314552784085</id><published>2008-07-03T09:04:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T09:25:51.022-05:00</updated><title type='text'>quiet time</title><content type='html'>So it has been a hard week to be mommy.  I feel like possibly I am losing my mind.  I don't really know what's different this week, but I feel the crazy taking over.  I don't seem to have a quiet moment at ANY time of the day.  The kids are getting up when I do and not going to bed before I do so literally I am needed and used ALL DAY LONG!  Yesterday they were all especially rambunctious and loud.  I refereed the disputes and all out battles all day long.  Last night at church as I stood upstairs trying to have a conversation I could hear my children all the way down stairs.  Don't get me wrong...there are precious moments mixed in with the madness, but I think it's time for mommy's day off. Date night.  That's what I need.  Actually, the kids are probably thinking they could use a break from me.  8-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aside from my madness...I am very excited that tomorrow is the 4th of July!  I love it!  I love the feel of summer holidays.  Well, I love ANY holiday.  The parties, family time, delicious food, and I get to SOCIALIZE!  We are going to grill out and then go to providence and check out the fire works.  FIRE WORKS!  So beautiful and exciting!  The babies are very excited as well.  They like to party as much as mommy does.  Daddy, well daddy's good as long as the kids are having fun and there is good food around.  8-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31191537-4896625314552784085?l=originspink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://originspink.blogspot.com/feeds/4896625314552784085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31191537&amp;postID=4896625314552784085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31191537/posts/default/4896625314552784085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31191537/posts/default/4896625314552784085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://originspink.blogspot.com/2008/07/quiet-time.html' title='quiet time'/><author><name>origins pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09987351504627902023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31191537.post-307336304618230717</id><published>2008-07-01T13:19:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T16:11:57.250-05:00</updated><title type='text'>the beach</title><content type='html'>I am desperate to be heading to the beach.  Everyone I know is either at the beach or will be very soon.  We are going to the beach, but not until October.  That is when Andrew and his family do the beach thing.  We will be heading to Charleston, SC.  That is on the Atlantic side for those of you who are geographically challenged like myself.  I actually am a Gulf of Mexico kind of girl myself.  You see, the Atlantic has brown, more compact sand while the Gulf has white, soft sand.  I also prefer to go when it's blazing hot.  Ohhh ye--ah!  I like to lay in the sand until I can't stand it anymore and then dive in the ocean to cool off.  Oh well, it will be fun no matter what.  Andrew and the kids love Charleston and I love them so it makes it a blast.  The beach there is wider and it has these giant tidal pools the kids can play in and catch crabs.  They have fantastic time, and I love watching them fall in love with God's creation.  The ocean is a tremendous wonder and it is sooo... romantic.  Ok, I should stop.  This is making my desperation to be there unbearable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news...VBS ended and we all made it through alive.  8-)  On one day we had over 500 children on campus plus 200 workers.  It was madness.  To top off all things mad...1 of my babies got sick 2 days before it ended to be followed by another one of my babies the day after it ended.  Fun days at the Maxwell house.  Praise God we all made it through and everyone is currently well.  VBS was a success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's all I have to share for now.  I know it was riveting and you are wondering how one person can be so engaging but duty calls.  Dinner doesn't cook itself you know.  8-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31191537-307336304618230717?l=originspink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://originspink.blogspot.com/feeds/307336304618230717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31191537&amp;postID=307336304618230717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31191537/posts/default/307336304618230717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31191537/posts/default/307336304618230717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://originspink.blogspot.com/2008/07/beach.html' title='the beach'/><author><name>origins pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09987351504627902023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31191537.post-8279434172845772511</id><published>2008-06-23T14:21:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T14:33:54.057-05:00</updated><title type='text'>BVS</title><content type='html'>We began Vacation Bible School at church this morning, or BVS as Madelyne and Gabriel call it.  I realized once I started talking to a room full of 5th and 6th graders that perhaps my voice isn't commanding enough for this older group of kids.  I am used to the little ones.  I've never taught kids older than 2nd grade, and it is a whole new ball game.  These kids don't respond to sweet talk.  Anyway, it's exhausting but the atmosphere is really exciting.  I love it when all the people come together to serve.  I love wearing matching shirts and being on the same team.  I love the songs and motions.  I love a sanctuary full of children praising God at the same time.  VBS is awesome.  The only thing I don't like is having to have my kids dressed and at church at 8:00 in the morning for a whole week.  It's a whole week of Sunday mornings and Sunday mornings are not our proudest moments.  Everyone is grouchy.  It's seems harder to get going.  I think Satan knows where we're going and he isn't going to let it be easy to get there.  So, we pray against him and press on because I know that when we get there my babies are going to grow and learn more about God and just how much He loves them. They love VBS.  Andrew is teaching again this year which makes it that much more awesome because we get to experience everything as a family.  Today was Wave 1 and the truth we learned...God is real.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31191537-8279434172845772511?l=originspink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://originspink.blogspot.com/feeds/8279434172845772511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31191537&amp;postID=8279434172845772511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31191537/posts/default/8279434172845772511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31191537/posts/default/8279434172845772511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://originspink.blogspot.com/2008/06/bvs.html' title='BVS'/><author><name>origins pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09987351504627902023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31191537.post-6360913065260884559</id><published>2008-06-21T22:37:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T22:47:39.700-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ugh.....blogging</title><content type='html'>I stink at blogging.  So here we go again.  I will try to keep up one more time.  I read other peoples blogs and it's so much fun.  Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Andrew went to Mexico for a week.  Mission trip.  He fell in love with some precious children, and came home with a lot of conflicts about life.  All in all, he and God had an awesome week, and now we wrestle with where we are and what it means to truly follow Jesus.  Having him gone for a week was sooo......hard.  It would have been easier if I could have at least talked to him, but there was no communication with the exception of a text he was able to send on our anniversary.  Yes, he was gone on our 9th anniversary AND fathers day.  It is hard to believe we've been married 9 years.  In one sense I feel like he has just always been a part of my life, and then another part of me feels like we just got married yesterday.  I love him!  I feel truly blessed by our marriage.  He is still fun and exciting to me.  I love loving him.  8-)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realized how long it has been since I last posted on this thing.  My family is growing tremendously.  I need to post pics on here, but I don't know how.  HA!  That would be how computer savvy I am.  Sad really.  My husband is a computer genius and I can't figure out how to use my blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31191537-6360913065260884559?l=originspink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://originspink.blogspot.com/feeds/6360913065260884559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31191537&amp;postID=6360913065260884559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31191537/posts/default/6360913065260884559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31191537/posts/default/6360913065260884559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://originspink.blogspot.com/2008/06/ughblogging.html' title='ugh.....blogging'/><author><name>origins pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09987351504627902023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31191537.post-6565339773726839922</id><published>2008-02-26T22:10:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T22:30:32.188-06:00</updated><title type='text'>uhhhhh.......</title><content type='html'>I can't blog....I never know what to write.  I've read a lot of blogs in my day and it seems that everyone has something really deep or interesting to write about.  Not me.  Let me share with you the events of my day.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up.  I made pancakes for my babies.  Nathaniel said he knows why they call them pancakes.  Because they are like cake in a pan.  Brilliant observation, I know.  I cleaned the kitchen.  Exciting to say the least.  Then we started school.  Nathaniel first, and then Madelyne.  Madelyne did read a pretty long story today.  That really was exciting.  She's in kindergarten, and the fact that she can read is still really new and exciting to her.  After every sentence she looks at me and waits for my thunderous applause.  8-)  Then, I got Isaiah down for his nap.  That lasted all of about 30 minutes.  Then came lunch, more school, more cleaning....do you see where I'm going with this?  I don't really know what part of any of that would be interesting to read in a blog.  I had no deep insights while loading the dishwasher.  There was no great revelations in changing Isaiah's diaper.  Don't get me wrong, God has been amazing to me all day long.  I've enjoyed watching His handiwork in my children.  But what in the world am I supposed to blog about.  Gabriel did have some  interesting insight into why I should let him eat more pancakes for lunch.  He said that the syrup would help his body stick together, and then he won't fall apart.  His logic was so convincing that I did indeed let him eat more pancakes for lunch.  8-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, my vote for American Idol, David Archuleta all the way.......8-).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31191537-6565339773726839922?l=originspink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://originspink.blogspot.com/feeds/6565339773726839922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31191537&amp;postID=6565339773726839922' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31191537/posts/default/6565339773726839922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31191537/posts/default/6565339773726839922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://originspink.blogspot.com/2008/02/uhhhhh.html' title='uhhhhh.......'/><author><name>origins pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09987351504627902023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31191537.post-9031908585970247486</id><published>2008-01-24T23:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T00:20:55.075-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Super Intellectual Witty Banter......</title><content type='html'>I read a blog written by a gentleman whose purpose in blogging is to disprove God.  He's an athiest.  I would give you the name of the blog, but no.  8-)  He commented that if he could get even one Christian to doubt what they believe then he would be successful in his ventures.  Here is what I don't get.  If he doesn't believe at all that God exist, then why is he investing so much time in who God is?  In my experience, the few true athiest I have met don't really invest any time in God because they DON'T BELIEVE HE EXIST!  Not that I have met a whole lot of true athiest.  Most people who say they don't believe in God have been burned by the church or someone claiming to be a Christ follower.  Anyway, the blog was chocked full of really "deep" way "intellectual" totally confusing picking apart of everything that a Christ follower might stand for or believe.  I recently had a conversation with someone about what is known as "fashionable doubt".  It has become trendy to doubt God and to disclaim faith.  Here's what I think.  The world has gotten TOO BIG FOR IT'S BRITCHES.  Everyone is too smart for there own good.  We have become so smart that we're stupid.  I CAN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE!  Even Christ followers are trying to prove God.  Don't get me wrong.  QUESTION EVERYTHING!  SEEK ANSWERS FOR YOURSELF.  DON'T LET ANYBODY SPOON FEED YOU WHAT YOU BELIEVE.  I believe it's necessary for everyone to discover God on their own.  Otherwise their relationship with God isn't PERSONAL.  The thing is that I believe that there is only ONE TRUE GOD, and HE IS EVERYTHING!  I can't however prove to you in a logical way WHY HE IS ALL THAT HE IS!  If I could do that then I would be God, and let me assure you that I am not.  But it's not my job as a follower of Christ to prove to you who He is.  He is perfectly capable of doing that on His own.  I can share with you what I believe based on personal testimony.  I can love you in the way that He has shown me how.  I can pray for you fervently that you may find God where you are right now.  I think it is necessary to speak TRUTH.  It isn't necessary to argue FAITH!  Arguing FAITH always brings about the opposite effect that we as Christ followers should desire.  Arguing drives people away.  You will never prove God by arguing with anyone.  You can only show them God by loving them right where they are.  THAT DOES NOT MEAN YOU HAVE TO AGREE WITH THEM, and it drives me crazy when people who claim to be Christ followers wimp out and say that they CAN'T say that Jesus ISN'T the ONE AND ONLY WAY simply because they don't want to offend anyone.  That too is a bunch of POO because their not standing up for Jesus has NOTHING to do with not wanting to offend and EVERYTHING to do with not wanting to be unpopular.  SELFISH!  WIMPY!  STAND UP!  BE PROUD OF THE ONE WHO DIED FOR YOU!  But please, if  you are a follower of Jesus, don't fight to prove who He is. Let the Holy Spirit speak into the lives of God doubters and you share when HE wants you to.   He isn't insecure in His Godliness.  He doesn't look in the mirror and wonder who He is.  Just demonstrate who God is by loving people in His name, sharing truth, and accepting that along with faith and perseverance will come PERSECUTION.  The Bible says it's so.  When they beat Jesus and mocked Him for claiming that He is the Son of God He never argued once.  Could He have proven Himself?  I feel quite certain of it.  God doesn't just want us to believe He exist.  Satan himself believes that God exists.  God wants us to LOVE HIM WITH ALL OUR HEARTS, ALL OUR SOULS, AND ALL OUR MINDS.  (Matt. 22:37)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, that was long and I do apologize for the ranting.  I at least hope that it makes sense.  If it doesn't I have at least purged my mind of the madness.  8-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                       All My Love, &lt;br /&gt;                                                       OriginsPink.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31191537-9031908585970247486?l=originspink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://originspink.blogspot.com/feeds/9031908585970247486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31191537&amp;postID=9031908585970247486' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31191537/posts/default/9031908585970247486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31191537/posts/default/9031908585970247486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://originspink.blogspot.com/2008/01/praising-in-storm.html' title='Super Intellectual Witty Banter......'/><author><name>origins pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09987351504627902023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31191537.post-8948539160571986850</id><published>2008-01-02T23:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T00:29:03.533-06:00</updated><title type='text'>There's no going back......</title><content type='html'>I was reminiscing yesterday.  Thinking about that past 8 years of my life.  Getting married.  My sweet babies and what it was like to look at each one of them for the very first time.  I thought about God, and the journey I have been on with Him.  About 5 years ago we began speed walking.  8-)  I have been a born again Christian for 23 years, but it wasn't until about 5 years ago that God became my EVERYTHING.  A few years ago I was involved in a small group that changed my walk with Him COMPLETELY.  God taught me how to be intimate. He showed me what true fellowship looked like.  He showed me what a real Godly woman looks like, and what can happen when a group of them sit in a room and truly seek Him.  You see, I had always thought that a Godly woman was a woman that really followed the rules, and always got it right.  All these years I had been so discouraged because I was always messing up.  As it turns out, Godly woman mess up sometimes too.  A Godly woman is one that loves God with all her heart, soul, and mind, and who's desire is to be truly intimate with Almighty God.  I sat in the midst of some of the Godliest women I have ever known.  We laughed a lot, we cried a lot, we shared the most intimate details of our lives,  and in the living room of a tiny apartment opened up to us by a Godly woman desiring true fellowship and prayer with other believers, God moved.  After about a year, our group changed.  God called some of us to different things, but in looking back on that time in my life I began to get sad, and to grieve the fact that it is over.  I miss it.  I miss those women.  I miss our conversations.  I miss the power of God moving is that small little living room.  For a few minutes I wished I could be back  in that place in that time of my life, but then God showed me that there is no going back.  He never wants us to move backwards.  He calls us to move forward.  To go deeper, and that always means moving. Sometimes I get so caught up in holding on to what I know or to the things of the past that I forget that the only thing I should be holding on to is God and where He is calling me now.  However, my memories are precious, and the time I spent with the "Thursday Night Girls" was priceless.  I am just pray that God allows me to experience such a time as that again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31191537-8948539160571986850?l=originspink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://originspink.blogspot.com/feeds/8948539160571986850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31191537&amp;postID=8948539160571986850' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31191537/posts/default/8948539160571986850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31191537/posts/default/8948539160571986850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://originspink.blogspot.com/2008/01/theres-no-going-back.html' title='There&apos;s no going back......'/><author><name>origins pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09987351504627902023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31191537.post-9220485745431331703</id><published>2007-12-17T09:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-18T09:19:51.563-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh where oh where has Whitney gone???</title><content type='html'>I didn't disappear off the face of the world, just the face of blogging.  It's not possible to catch up on the last 3 months.  It would be enough to say that life is INSANE, and God is super AWESOME at keeping me from losing my MIND!  Well, ok, i lost my mind, but He is still SUPER AWESOME.  I figure I didn't really need my dumb mind anyway.  It always gets me in trouble with it's crazy thinking and stuff.  8-)  Oh well, to inform anyone that cares of the important news I will just say this.  Isaiah is crawling everywhere and pulling up.  YAY!  He also climbs stairs which has proven to be not so fun due to fact that he comes down much harder than he went up.  We have sold our house.  That has been an adventure.  Here's the adventurous part.  We don't know where we're going to move to.  We are living with Andrew's mom and dad right now.  Yes, I guess that seems crazy.  I don't have any explanations for such actions other than, God told us to. If it's good enough for me then it will have to be good enough for everyone else too.  8-) Andrew's fingers almost got cut off in the process.  The truck that was pulling the trailer was backing up to the steps and it jerked pinning his hand between a brick wall and the trailer.  It was HORRIBLE!  God was all over it though.  His fingers only required stitches.  No broken bones, or torn ligaments.  The doc said there would be no permanent damage.  HALLELUJAH! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, the madness.  I would have to write a book to even begin to fill in the last three months.  I can't even keep up this blog, much less write a book.  To spite the insanity things are actually going really well.  I know that God is stretching me and growing me in ways that wouldn't be possible without trial.  So I guess, bring it on.  It's all worth it in the end.  Not that I am ready to be at the end.  8-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31191537-9220485745431331703?l=originspink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://originspink.blogspot.com/feeds/9220485745431331703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31191537&amp;postID=9220485745431331703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31191537/posts/default/9220485745431331703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31191537/posts/default/9220485745431331703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://originspink.blogspot.com/2007/12/oh-where-oh-where-has-whitney-gone.html' title='Oh where oh where has Whitney gone???'/><author><name>origins pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09987351504627902023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31191537.post-2220921273522199115</id><published>2007-09-20T09:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-20T16:12:30.362-05:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY ANDREW</title><content type='html'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY to my AMAZING, BODACIOUS, COLOSSALLY CARING, DASHING, EXTRAORDINARY, FAR OUT, GRACIOUS, HANDSOME, INSANELY INTELLIGENT, JIVIN', KOOKY, LUMINOUSLY LOVING, MAGNIFICENTLY MAGNANIMOUS, NOTABLY NOTEWORTHY, ORIGINALLY ORIGINAL, PLEASANTLY PLEASING, QUIRKY, RADICAL, SUPER-SEXY, TOTALLY TERRIFIC, UNBELIEVABLY UNDERSTANDING, VIRTUOUSLY virtuous?, WONDEROUSLY WONDER-IFFIC, X-TREMELY X-CELLENT, YUMMY-LICIOUS, AND&lt;br /&gt;Z-Z-Z-Z-Z-Z(oops, I fell asleep)8-)  HUSBAND!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31191537-2220921273522199115?l=originspink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://originspink.blogspot.com/feeds/2220921273522199115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31191537&amp;postID=2220921273522199115' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31191537/posts/default/2220921273522199115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31191537/posts/default/2220921273522199115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://originspink.blogspot.com/2007/09/happy-birthday-andrew.html' title='HAPPY BIRTHDAY ANDREW'/><author><name>origins pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09987351504627902023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31191537.post-6007399526819545909</id><published>2007-09-17T09:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T09:58:30.705-05:00</updated><title type='text'>AHHH, THE BEACH</title><content type='html'>In just shortly less than 3 weeks we will be sitting on the beautiful beaches of Charleston, SC.  I am so ready.  You know, actually more than being ready for the beach I am ready to spend a full week just soaking up my sweet family.  Andrew and I need this time with our babies and each other so badly.  Life gets so crazy, and time flies like nobody's business.  We need this week to just enjoy the stage of life we're in.  After all, we will wake up tomorrow and these precious babies that still want to sit in our laps and hold our hands will be having precious babies of their own.  Then we will be OLD!  Like we're not old now.  8-)  I saw this guy I went to high school with the other day, and when I first looked at him I was perplexed.  I thought, "that looks just like a guy I went to high school with, but that can't be him because that guy looks old".  Guess what, it was him, and the reason he looked old is because WE ARE OLD.  Oh well, I don't feel old.  That's what counts.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, there is no other news.  You know what they say, no news is good news.  That's not even true. There is lots of news that is good news.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31191537-6007399526819545909?l=originspink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://originspink.blogspot.com/feeds/6007399526819545909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31191537&amp;postID=6007399526819545909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31191537/posts/default/6007399526819545909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31191537/posts/default/6007399526819545909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://originspink.blogspot.com/2007/09/ahhh-beach.html' title='AHHH, THE BEACH'/><author><name>origins pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09987351504627902023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31191537.post-6667624146047827422</id><published>2007-09-11T15:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-11T16:01:34.540-05:00</updated><title type='text'>PRAISE!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>This afternoon at about 1:00pm Nathaniel, my seven year old, accepted Jesus as his personal Savior.  We were in the middle of doing schoolwork when he started asking questions.  I got to watch my baby pray and receive Christ into his life.  It was amazing!  God is so AMAZING!  My son is now also my brother.  That's kinda freaky!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31191537-6667624146047827422?l=originspink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://originspink.blogspot.com/feeds/6667624146047827422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31191537&amp;postID=6667624146047827422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31191537/posts/default/6667624146047827422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31191537/posts/default/6667624146047827422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://originspink.blogspot.com/2007/09/praise.html' title='PRAISE!!!!!!'/><author><name>origins pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09987351504627902023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31191537.post-2152379492375622398</id><published>2007-09-06T17:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-07T13:10:32.744-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Toe infections make me sick!</title><content type='html'>My stupid toe is infected and it totally bites.  It is just my toe.  It's not like my arm is infected or my heart or my brain.  IT'S MY TOE, but it hurts so bad!!!!!  Pain is pulsating through my foot and up my leg. I am having to go to the doctor so he can examine my BIG TOE!  I can't even walk.  It's making me so mad.  People in my family always get the most ridiculous ailments.  Like sore BIG TOES!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, the Maxwells have officially started homeschool for the year.  I know, late start, but what are you gonna do.  We'll just be schooling into June.  That's ok.  Anyway, Maxwell Academy is underway and in full swing.  I am so not a scheduled person, so it's an interesting adjustment.  I know my hubby will be happy when we are settle because he loves structure.  I say, "GET YOUR ORDER OUT OF MY CHAOS"!  I function better mentally with a little commotion going on.  Unfortunately for me my children DO NOT.  They need the order of a structured environment.  So I say, "Ok God, you called me to do this, now I am asking you to reprogram my brain and make me a scheduled person."!  He said ok, but that I have to be willing to put down some things that I thought were necessary to everyday life.  Like socializing with friends, hanging out with my brothers and sisters, going all over the city just because I want to.  You know, things like that.   I know he will bless the obedience, but first I have to be OBEDIENT!  Surrender!  I have to surrender.  I'll let you know  what the outcome of all that is.  At any rate, the kids like doing school right now.  They haven't figured out yet that this is an everyday all year thing.  8-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is stressful right now.  It makes me so grateful that I have a totally DEPENDABLE and LOVING God, an AMAZING and STRONG hubby, and SWEET babies that I love with ALL MY HEARTS AND CIRCLES.   Now if my toe would just quit hurting.  8-(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31191537-2152379492375622398?l=originspink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://originspink.blogspot.com/feeds/2152379492375622398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31191537&amp;postID=2152379492375622398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31191537/posts/default/2152379492375622398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31191537/posts/default/2152379492375622398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://originspink.blogspot.com/2007/09/toe-infections-make-me-sick.html' title='Toe infections make me sick!'/><author><name>origins pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09987351504627902023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31191537.post-2030717262816359655</id><published>2007-08-08T14:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T16:35:18.254-05:00</updated><title type='text'>When life gives you lemons, make pink lemonade.</title><content type='html'>This blog is just hard to keep up with ya know.  Too much goes on in my day and in my head to stop and figure out what is blog worthy and what should just remain locked away.  The fact of the matter is that I am busy with a whole lot of nothing.  I feel like my days are swamped, but if you asked me to recap I would be hard pressed to come up with anything terribly pressing or for that matter interesting that I have done today.  I do make a lot of meals and change a lot of diapers.  I give baths and wipe noses.  I read books and clean up messes.  I make tents and referee a lot of battles.  To me these things make up a very full and exciting day, but to the rest of the world it's not much to blog about.  Anyway,  I do enjoy reading the blogs of other people.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what's new?  There really isn't anything new, just consistently crazy.  We're getting ready to start school in a few weeks.  I will be teaching Nathaniel(2nd grade), Madelyne(K5), and Gabriel(K4) this year.  How do I feel about this?  I am both excited and terrified all at the same time.  It is a little scary having the fate of your children's education resting on your mostly inadequate shoulders.  I do know that God does not call us to do ANYTHING that He hasn't already equipped us to do.  Now, there have been several times when I did things on my own without consulting God first only to realize about half way through that He hadn't equipped me because he hadn't intended on me doing it in the first place.  On the flip side of that I have succeeded in things only to find no joy in it because God's hand wasn't in it to begin with.  What is the moral of this story?  Confer with God daily on where He wants you and what He wants you  to be doing.  It's the best sure fire way to find peace and joy in everything you do.  8-)  Consider that your tidbit for the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God really is so good to me.  Even when He is teaching me a lesson and because of my stubborn nature I have to learn it the hard way.  Just the fact that He continues to teach me is testament to what a great and loving God He is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31191537-2030717262816359655?l=originspink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://originspink.blogspot.com/feeds/2030717262816359655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31191537&amp;postID=2030717262816359655' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31191537/posts/default/2030717262816359655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31191537/posts/default/2030717262816359655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://originspink.blogspot.com/2007/08/when-life-gives-you-lemons-make-pink.html' title='When life gives you lemons, make pink lemonade.'/><author><name>origins pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09987351504627902023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31191537.post-2396132258073980711</id><published>2007-07-21T00:24:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T00:55:07.649-05:00</updated><title type='text'>!SURPRISE!</title><content type='html'>So, Andrew arranged for his mom to come and get the kids this evening so that he could take me on a "birthday date" because Monday is my birthday.  I have been asking him for days where we were going and he wouldn't tell me.  He kept saying it was a surprise.  I was all ready to go when he got home from work.  Now, where we were going I had NO clue, and to top it all off he blindfolded me when we got in the car.  I rode the entire way to destination "surprise" blindfolded.  I thought I was going to throw up by the time we got there.  He was not kind with his driving either.  Lots of sudden stops and speeding.  Anyway, when we got there he helped me out of the car, ya know because I couldn't see and all, and he led me down a little pathway.  When he took my blindfold off I was standing in front of my sweet friends and my babies and they all yelled "SURPRISE!". I cried!  It was so sweet.  I love! love! love!  being with people, and to have some of my most favorite people in the whole world gather together to celebrate my birthday with me was just amazing.  I was stunned.  As a matter of fact I was so stunned that it took me forever to gather by bearings and talk and enjoy everyone.  I really hope they all realized how excited I was because I was just in shock for the longest time.  They had decorated with pink, and of course  "pink is my signature color".  (If you've never seen the movie "Steele Magnolias" then you will not get that line, and if you've never seen "Steele Magnolias" you need to get off the computer right now and go rent it because it's like the best movie EVER!)  They had a pink birthday tiara for me to wear that was fabulous.  The cake  Andrew had gotten had a beach scene on it, and if you read my previous blog then you know that I LOVE the beach.  8-)  I got some really precious cards and sweet gifts.  The whole thing was just precious to me.  Here's the deal.  For as long as I can remember I have wanted a surprise birthday party, but you can't tell someone you want a surprise party because then it's not a surprise.  So over the years I have had wonderful regular birthday parties, but no one has ever cared to surprise me.  So this was an incredible gesture to me.  I was absolutely honored and blessed by every ones presence tonight.  You thrilled my soul, and I was TOTALLY caught off guard.     THANK YOU to my sweet husband, the friends who helped put it together, and the sweet friends and family who attended.  I love you all with all my hearts and circles!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31191537-2396132258073980711?l=originspink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://originspink.blogspot.com/feeds/2396132258073980711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31191537&amp;postID=2396132258073980711' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31191537/posts/default/2396132258073980711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31191537/posts/default/2396132258073980711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://originspink.blogspot.com/2007/07/surprise.html' title='!SURPRISE!'/><author><name>origins pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09987351504627902023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31191537.post-5905645264272707769</id><published>2007-07-19T16:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-19T16:52:05.880-05:00</updated><title type='text'>MADNESS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;So, I'm having a hard time keeping up with this thing.   Andrew has a blog and he hasn't had an entry since January or something absurd like that.  It's driving me INSANE!  I still check the stupid thing like every other day just to see if he has graced us with another entry.  I think he only has 3 entries on the whole thing anyway.  Oh well.  The truth is that the things we find thrilling in our lives aren't exactly exciting to the rest of the world.  I think that is God's grace for us in this season of our lives.  He gives us excitement over the little things in life.  8-)  Like for instance, Isaiah has started rolling over.  Now when we share this with other people they're like, "yeah, sure, that's great", but we are just beside ourselves.  I mean, it's like the most thrilling thing in our lives right now to sit around and watch Isaiah work his way from his stomach to his back.  Everyone in the family gathers around and watches in anticipation, and then when he finally flips we cheer like he's the first person in the world to accomplish such a feat.  Now does that sound like fun to you?  Probably not, but we think it's an evening of extraordinary entertainment.   The killer thing is that this will be one of the sweetest times of my whole life.  Watching my sweet little babies grow into big people.  I hear older women say to me every day that they long for the days when they could pick their babies up and hold them in their arms.  I want to cherish every moment of this precious season of my life even if I do smell like spit-up and have dried up crusty boogers on my shoulder.  8-)  I know, it's so gross, but I love it anyway.   What I don't get is how he can make me smell so bad, and yet he still smells like heaven.   Hmm..., it's a mystery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, I warned you in the beginning that my thoughts are like cotton candy.  Sometimes they're sweet and fluffy, and sometimes they're just a big sticky mess.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/31191537-5905645264272707769?l=originspink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://originspink.blogspot.com/feeds/5905645264272707769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31191537&amp;postID=5905645264272707769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31191537/posts/default/5905645264272707769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31191537/posts/default/5905645264272707769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://originspink.blogspot.com/2007/07/madness.html' title='MADNESS'/><author><name>origins pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09987351504627902023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31191537.post-5521603244502208633</id><published>2007-07-08T14:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-08T14:54:05.911-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;LONGING!  I am longing and desperate to get out of town and get to the beach.  The youth at our church(New Hope Baptist Church) left for camp this afternoon in Panama City.  I am so jealous!  I wish I could tell you I am just jealous of the incredible spiritual experience they're going to have, but I would be lying.  I'm pretty much jealous that they get to go and sit by the ocean.  What's even better is that they get to go grow spiritually ON the beach.  That is like the greatest combo EVER!  That is one of my favorite things to do in the whole world.  Vacation at the beach.  I have loved it my whole life, but since I have gotten married and have children it's even better.  The beach is twice as much fun when you get to watch your babies play and be amazed at all they see.  Oh, and romantic, the beach is soooo........ romantic to me.  Going with the man that you are in love with is just amazing.  The very first time Andrew and I went to the beach together we stopped to check into the condo, and I hadn't seen the ocean yet but I could smell the salt in the air and I was so excited.   Anyway, he looked at me and told me how beautiful he thought I was and that was it.  I knew that being at the beach with a husband that I loved was going to be even more fun than the beach had ever been before.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31191537-5521603244502208633?l=originspink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://originspink.blogspot.com/feeds/5521603244502208633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31191537&amp;postID=5521603244502208633' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31191537/posts/default/5521603244502208633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31191537/posts/default/5521603244502208633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://originspink.blogspot.com/2007/07/longing-i-am-longing-and-desperate-to.html' title=''/><author><name>origins pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09987351504627902023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31191537.post-8300004272557821944</id><published>2007-07-07T02:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-07T03:39:12.515-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So LATE! It's 2:50am and I just cannot make my mind slow down long enough to go to sleep. Andrew and I went out this evening and enjoyed time with our sweet friends Trisha and Justin at Starbucks. Evidently either the conversation or the coffee was just too stimulating because now I can't make my mind stop going. 8-) It was probably the amazing pink playing cards. We played hearts for hours using solid pink playing cards that I found at Walmart today, and let me tell you they are positively magnificent. No, really, they are so pretty. I am fairly certain I am the only one who enjoyed the pinkness of our playing cards. Trisha did say she liked them, but the boys seemed to be a little overwhelmed by them. Ok, enough about pink cards. We really did enjoy our evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read something from a Beth Moore study that I have done twice in one year, and it has just played over and over in my mind. She was talking about the different kinds of people amongst the body of believers and how there are two extremes in the area of believing in what God can or will do. She said that to one extreme people don't believe that God is in the business of doing miracles this day in time, and to the other extreme there are those who focus and obsess on God doing miraculous things all the time. She made the statement that people can become more concerned with what God "can do" rather than focusing on who "He is". I have come to the realization that I have spent much of my Christian walk asking God to "do" things and not nearly enough time just praising Him for the awesome God that He is. I'm quite certain that if we open our eyes and look at the amazing work of God all around us we can find a miracle in everything He has had His hand on. When my 5 year old daughter goes to God in prayer most of her words are thanking Him for anything and everything. That is the walk that I desire to have with my Creator, my King. Don't you know that He would be so pleased if I spent more time talking with Him about how amazing I think He is, and if I showed Him proper gratitude for the miracles He does in my life every day. After all, that is why He created us. If He never gave me even one more breathe in my lungs He has given me more than I ever deserved, but He loves me so much that He continues to bless me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, if I don't somehow make my mind stop and go to sleep I may not make it tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31191537-8300004272557821944?l=originspink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://originspink.blogspot.com/feeds/8300004272557821944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31191537&amp;postID=8300004272557821944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31191537/posts/default/8300004272557821944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31191537/posts/default/8300004272557821944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://originspink.blogspot.com/2007/07/so-late-its-250am-and-i-just-cannot.html' title=''/><author><name>origins pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09987351504627902023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31191537.post-2602944002855385096</id><published>2007-06-17T12:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-17T12:56:59.198-05:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY FATHERS DAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;My time for writing is limited due to the insanity of this week.  AHHHHHHHHH!  So here is the quick recap.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Tuesday was my 8th wedding anniversary.  WOW!  Eight wonderful years.  They really have been the best years of my life.  I'm not saying that they have been the easiest, and they have definitely been full of some really crazy times.  They have, however, been so beautiful.  My husband is so amazing.  I have felt 100% unconditionally loved since the day we got married.  He is so thoughtful and caring.  The icing on the cake is that he is such a great daddy.  It means EVERYTHING that he loves God before he loves any of us.  He is such a great leader in our home.  Ok, I am just feeling really mushy in this moment.  So I do apologize for all the sap.  8-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Anyway, I'll finish this later.  I have to go do Father's Day lunch.  Everyone is yelling at me to get off the computer.  It's just so hard to make time to blog.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31191537-2602944002855385096?l=originspink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://originspink.blogspot.com/feeds/2602944002855385096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31191537&amp;postID=2602944002855385096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31191537/posts/default/2602944002855385096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31191537/posts/default/2602944002855385096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://originspink.blogspot.com/2007/06/happy-fathers-day.html' title='HAPPY FATHERS DAY'/><author><name>origins pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09987351504627902023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31191537.post-1289586848172577106</id><published>2007-06-10T17:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-10T17:43:34.932-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday, not so much a day of rest</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Ok, yesterday was Madelyne's  very first dance recital.  It was so cute.  It was much more elaborate than I had envisioned a little girls recital to be.  There were dance teams of all ages that performed.  They held the "show" at TPAC.  There were big lights and big sets and big curtains.  The key word here is "BIG" in case you hadn't gotten it yet.  She was amazing of course.  Her tap routine was especially cute.  She can really shake her booty.  Anyway, as much fun as it all was, it was totally exhausting.  It consumed the whole day.  There was walking around down town and running up and down stairs from stage to dressing rooms and quick costume changes.  There were half naked kids everywhere.  Pretty much this whole week has been consumed with getting ready for yesterday.  It was all worth it I suppose.  She loved being on stage, and I of course loved seeing her on stage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That all brings us to today, Sunday.  When we woke up this morning to get ready for church I just couldn't do it.   I was just way too exhausted from the past week.  I'm not sure what has happened to this supposed "day of rest" and keeping it holy.  I assure  you there is nothing holy about me killing myself to get 4 children and myself ready to be at church by 9:00am all while they are screaming and crying.   Sunday mornings are never pleasant.   I'm sure it's just Satan trying to steal the joy of the day.  Were we to get ready any other day of the week it would be fine.  It makes focusing on God and His special day very difficult.  8-)  So what's the answer?  I just don't know.  I totally believe we are to go and worship with the body of believers.  Why can't we just get together and worship a little later in the day?  I really like that whole Saturday night church idea.  We should do that.  Then Sunday would truly be a "day of rest".&lt;br /&gt;&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/31191537-1289586848172577106?l=originspink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://originspink.blogspot.com/feeds/1289586848172577106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31191537&amp;postID=1289586848172577106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31191537/posts/default/1289586848172577106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31191537/posts/default/1289586848172577106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://originspink.blogspot.com/2007/06/sunday-not-so-much-day-of-rest.html' title='Sunday, not so much a day of rest'/><author><name>origins pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09987351504627902023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31191537.post-2792856092262554125</id><published>2007-06-07T14:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-07T14:23:24.172-05:00</updated><title type='text'>maybe i will or maybe i won't</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;As part of my first entry to this journal of sorts I would just like to say that this may or it may not be something I keep up with.  I would like to think that it will be a good outlet for my thoughts and all that jazz.  I enjoy reading other peoples blogs, but life is also a little crazy right now.  It's a little presumptuous of me to think I will have the minutes in a day to sit and type my thoughts.  They may have to stay locked in this treasure chest I call my head for now.  Although I 'm not sure how much treasure is hidden away there.  Having just had my fourth baby(Isaiah) only two months ago I tend to think my thoughts are more like cotton candy than treasure.  Sometimes they're sweet and fluffy, and sometimes they're just a big sticky mess.   Pink cotton candy of course. (Sometimes I even make myself sick 8-)  Anyway, if you're reading this and you think you might journey back to this blog sometime I just wanted you all to be warned.  This blog comes with a big fat &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CAUTION SIGN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31191537-2792856092262554125?l=originspink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://originspink.blogspot.com/feeds/2792856092262554125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31191537&amp;postID=2792856092262554125' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31191537/posts/default/2792856092262554125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31191537/posts/default/2792856092262554125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://originspink.blogspot.com/2007/06/maybe-i-will-or-maybe-i-wont.html' title='maybe i will or maybe i won&apos;t'/><author><name>origins pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09987351504627902023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
