<?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-4033602770257418884</id><updated>2011-07-07T23:17:58.595-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Counting my Blessings</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://countblessings-candi.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033602770257418884/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://countblessings-candi.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Candi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02155845250378618573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_LsdrD5rBiQU/SCMJ464KbvI/AAAAAAAAC4E/6M3x_2Ezowc/S220/028.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>11</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4033602770257418884.post-1162031505833349318</id><published>2010-04-13T14:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T15:31:10.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'>EVERYTHING</title><content type='html'>I am so OVERLY blessed I don't even know how to express it. I'm a happy, weepy pregnant woman this afternoon and I LOVE it. The happy weepy moments help me open my eyes to the greatness around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like this rambunctious, crazy baby girl in my belly that I can not wait to meet! She causes me so much pain in my back, hips, legs, and belly but I want to cherish these last few weeks of pregnancy. It's probably my last and I want to remember the sweetness of a moving child inside of me, the healthy little miracle growing INSIDE of me. There were moments in my life that I didn't think I would EVER have the chance to feel this. And now I've been blessed to do it twice! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the gorgeous, extremely smart, talented little girl that is growing up quicker than I ever thought possible. I'm trying to use these last few weeks, before Emmalee gets here, to get in as much one-on-one time with Annagrace as possible. I want her to do everything with me! I am so excited for her birthday this weekend. At first, we were trying to keep it simple and just go to Chuck-E-Cheese but then it hit me - WHY?? This is her last one as an only child so we are doing a Fairy Princess tea party on Saturday. I'm still keeping it small but packing in as much little girl fun as possible. I'll be super busy on Friday, preparing for it, but it's so worth it! I can't wait to see her having fun with her little girl friends running around in fairy wings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For my wonderful, supportive, loving husband who has really stepped it up and filled in for me and what I can't do right now. Even when he is sick he still takes care of Annagrace, cooks me breakfast and lunch, and brings me anything I need when I just can't make it out of bed. He rubs my back, pulls me up, helps me down, carries everything, and puts up with my constant complaining. I love him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For my job and the fact that I don't have to do it right now! I had planned on working up to the week of delivery. But, I just didn't make it. The constant sitting in a desk chair became unbearable. So, I am home and enjoying every minute of it. I am overall a happier person, Mommy, and wife without that extra stress. And the best part is, I'm still getting paid thanks to my wonderful benefits and disability policy that I purchased.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For my parents who are always here to help me do ANYTHING that I need or want. They bring me food, medicine, love, physical labor and much needed breaks. They help entertain Annagrace for an hour or overnight. They cater to my pregnancy cravings, making and bringing me exactly what my belly is craving. They paint my walls, build me cabinets, sweep my floors, and pick up dead bugs. I honestly don't know how I would survive without them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could go on and on and on . . . .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4033602770257418884-1162031505833349318?l=countblessings-candi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://countblessings-candi.blogspot.com/feeds/1162031505833349318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://countblessings-candi.blogspot.com/2010/04/everything.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033602770257418884/posts/default/1162031505833349318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033602770257418884/posts/default/1162031505833349318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://countblessings-candi.blogspot.com/2010/04/everything.html' title='EVERYTHING'/><author><name>Candi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02155845250378618573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_LsdrD5rBiQU/SCMJ464KbvI/AAAAAAAAC4E/6M3x_2Ezowc/S220/028.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4033602770257418884.post-6646228249339134491</id><published>2010-01-02T23:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T23:14:07.656-08:00</updated><title type='text'>#10</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Wow, number 10 and my first one for 2010!&lt;br /&gt;I am so extremely thankful for Tyler and the support that he is for me. I have random anxiety attacks about cleaning, organizing, even how a towel is folded (believe it or not). But, it seems like they are happening more often lately and I'm thinking that it must be pregnancy related. It's the time crunch that I'm under before this little girl arrives. Most pregnant women can't wait for the delivery, counting down the days. And, in a way I am. But, mostly I'm a little freaked out that I only have 4 months or less to get everything done! And I'm working which means I really only have half of that time at home. I have a craft room to put together and organize, a nursery to paint and decorate, a shed that needs to be cleaned out, a yard sale for cleaned out items, try to finish Annagrace's first year scrapbook . . . . I could go on and on.&lt;br /&gt;When I revealed to Tyler the other day the anxiety I'm feeling from the time crunch he said: "What are you talking about. Look at what all we got done in a month before Annagrace was born. A tornado hit our house and you had everything repaired and ready when she got here."&lt;br /&gt;Just what I needed to hear! I did do that, I am that strong and determined. I organized many different contractors and companies to have everything done in time. They were still installing our privacy fence while I was in the hospital. But, everything was done when we got home and that was my goal.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure I will still have many more attacks before she gets here, but with Tyler there I know that everything will be okay. He is my rock!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4033602770257418884-6646228249339134491?l=countblessings-candi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://countblessings-candi.blogspot.com/feeds/6646228249339134491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://countblessings-candi.blogspot.com/2010/01/10.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033602770257418884/posts/default/6646228249339134491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033602770257418884/posts/default/6646228249339134491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://countblessings-candi.blogspot.com/2010/01/10.html' title='#10'/><author><name>Candi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02155845250378618573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_LsdrD5rBiQU/SCMJ464KbvI/AAAAAAAAC4E/6M3x_2Ezowc/S220/028.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4033602770257418884.post-6214528295678053361</id><published>2009-11-21T19:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T19:49:52.053-08:00</updated><title type='text'>#9 Little Girls</title><content type='html'>We found out today that baby #2 is a GIRL!! I'm so excited and blessed. I'm overcome with emotions.&lt;br /&gt;I'm totally a girl mom. I can rock barbie, baby dolls, hair bows, house, pigtails, and anything pink. Honestly I had wanted a boy for Tyler to do all of the "guy" stuff. But, deep down girls suit me best (that's a little selfish huh??). I love that Annagrace gets to have a little sister to play dress up and have tea parties with. She is going to be an excellent big sister!&lt;br /&gt;Tyler was beaming from ear to ear when he saw the Mounds bar in his hand today. He will have two Daddy's girls now! He is such a good Daddy, so patient and kind. OH, and he can totally rock an awesome tea party himself!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4033602770257418884-6214528295678053361?l=countblessings-candi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://countblessings-candi.blogspot.com/feeds/6214528295678053361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://countblessings-candi.blogspot.com/2009/11/9-little-girls.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033602770257418884/posts/default/6214528295678053361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033602770257418884/posts/default/6214528295678053361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://countblessings-candi.blogspot.com/2009/11/9-little-girls.html' title='#9 Little Girls'/><author><name>Candi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02155845250378618573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_LsdrD5rBiQU/SCMJ464KbvI/AAAAAAAAC4E/6M3x_2Ezowc/S220/028.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4033602770257418884.post-6380883408985776592</id><published>2009-08-28T00:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T00:08:30.404-07:00</updated><title type='text'>#8 WOW</title><content type='html'>I can't believe how blessed my life is. Heavenly Father knows me best and what is best for me. I need to remember and trust.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4033602770257418884-6380883408985776592?l=countblessings-candi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://countblessings-candi.blogspot.com/feeds/6380883408985776592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://countblessings-candi.blogspot.com/2009/08/8-wow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033602770257418884/posts/default/6380883408985776592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033602770257418884/posts/default/6380883408985776592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://countblessings-candi.blogspot.com/2009/08/8-wow.html' title='#8 WOW'/><author><name>Candi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02155845250378618573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_LsdrD5rBiQU/SCMJ464KbvI/AAAAAAAAC4E/6M3x_2Ezowc/S220/028.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4033602770257418884.post-2306208723467368315</id><published>2009-08-13T00:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T01:05:11.895-07:00</updated><title type='text'>#7 - Normal Life</title><content type='html'>I realized today that I haven't posted a blessing in a while. On the upside - it means I haven't had such an awful day that I feel the need to blab it all out on here. On the downside - I should not wait until I'm so upset to count my blessings!! How silly of me.&lt;br /&gt;So I'm just flat-out thankful for a normal, calm, easy going life. Things are flowing normally, busy, but normal. I like being busy, I love having people over, I love throwing parties, I love crafting . . . and when I can do it all at one time . . . HEAVENLY!!&lt;br /&gt;Come to think of it . . . I may have been a little too busy lately. Last night, while reading to Annagrace, I realized I couldn't remember the last time that I sat down and read to her!?! That made me a little sad and worried! I don't ever want our lives to become so busy with our own personal priorities, wants, and needs that I forget to do the things that I need and want to do with and for HER! She is only getting bigger, smarter, funnier, and more demanding of my attention. I shouldn't push that aside with my selfishness. She can be a big helper and I need to remember this more often. She loves to help with cleaning and cooking. I get a little overwhelmed sometimes preparing for company and just try to "busy" her while I get the cleaning done. No one cared if my hardwood floors were mopped clean of footprints. Or that the crystal on the shelves were completely dust free. Don't get me wrong Annagrace certainly didn't mind watching Cars, or Mickey, or whatever her pick was at that minute. The point is: She is more important than the footprints and the dust. And if they are so important then she should be there with me having fun by helping me. I love that little stinker (and a stinker she is!!) she is the best thing that has ever happened to me and I need to appreciate her and her enthusiasm as much as I can!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See there, I didn't think I had anything to blab about! And just so I don't win the selfish mother of the year award . . . I did make up for the alone cleaning time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4033602770257418884-2306208723467368315?l=countblessings-candi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://countblessings-candi.blogspot.com/feeds/2306208723467368315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://countblessings-candi.blogspot.com/2009/08/7-normal-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033602770257418884/posts/default/2306208723467368315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033602770257418884/posts/default/2306208723467368315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://countblessings-candi.blogspot.com/2009/08/7-normal-life.html' title='#7 - Normal Life'/><author><name>Candi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02155845250378618573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_LsdrD5rBiQU/SCMJ464KbvI/AAAAAAAAC4E/6M3x_2Ezowc/S220/028.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4033602770257418884.post-4097901082963895113</id><published>2009-05-09T19:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T19:36:56.391-07:00</updated><title type='text'>#6</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Wow today has been a really bad day for me . . . it is really hard for me to find the "blessing" in the day. It all boils down to - I'm a neat freak who married a very messy person. It is the instigator to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;majority&lt;/span&gt; of our fights. But, today . . . today I just didn't have the fight in me . . . I just ended up really depressed. Now I can't snap out of it so, now . . . today, more than ever I NEED to write in my blessings journal/blog.&lt;br /&gt;So . . . .(fingers tapping on keyboard not knowing what to type) . . . I'm thankful for my home. I may get upset over the cleanliness and who's job it is to clean it, but it is there and it is mine. It is a wonderful house - sturdy, stable, beautiful, spacious. It serves it's purpose and then some. It is a house we could live in for the rest of our lives and be happy with. It is the house I grew up in - it holds the memories of my childhood, adolescence, and adult life. And now it holds the memories of my little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Annagrace&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I'm thankful that our payment is affordable and we have stable incomes to cover it. So many people are currently losing their homes - it makes me really &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;appreciate&lt;/span&gt; my house, my roof over my head - even if it does have dirty dishes, toys, and clothes everywhere!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334018665205080850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LsdrD5rBiQU/SgY9txTaIxI/AAAAAAAAFqo/ekP5SYqzuW0/s400/069-3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4033602770257418884-4097901082963895113?l=countblessings-candi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://countblessings-candi.blogspot.com/feeds/4097901082963895113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://countblessings-candi.blogspot.com/2009/05/6.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033602770257418884/posts/default/4097901082963895113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033602770257418884/posts/default/4097901082963895113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://countblessings-candi.blogspot.com/2009/05/6.html' title='#6'/><author><name>Candi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02155845250378618573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_LsdrD5rBiQU/SCMJ464KbvI/AAAAAAAAC4E/6M3x_2Ezowc/S220/028.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LsdrD5rBiQU/SgY9txTaIxI/AAAAAAAAFqo/ekP5SYqzuW0/s72-c/069-3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4033602770257418884.post-3107173455867523378</id><published>2009-03-01T23:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T23:59:03.257-08:00</updated><title type='text'>#5</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LsdrD5rBiQU/SauRuIMz6sI/AAAAAAAAFNg/Pr9zvqkbRsI/s1600-h/206.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LsdrD5rBiQU/SauRuIMz6sI/AAAAAAAAFNg/Pr9zvqkbRsI/s400/206.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308496807447489218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I absolutely&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; LOVE&lt;/span&gt; how much Annagrace &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;LOVES&lt;/span&gt; her Daddy. At times it makes me a little sad when she chooses him over me but deep down I am thankful that she loves him so much that sometimes . . . Daddy is the only one that can make it better. When we put her down at night, if she isn't already sound asleep, she needs her Daddy to lay on the floor next to her, her companion, her comforter, her protector. I hope she always has a close bond with her Daddy. He is a wonderful man and Daddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4033602770257418884-3107173455867523378?l=countblessings-candi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://countblessings-candi.blogspot.com/feeds/3107173455867523378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://countblessings-candi.blogspot.com/2009/03/5.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033602770257418884/posts/default/3107173455867523378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033602770257418884/posts/default/3107173455867523378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://countblessings-candi.blogspot.com/2009/03/5.html' title='#5'/><author><name>Candi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02155845250378618573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_LsdrD5rBiQU/SCMJ464KbvI/AAAAAAAAC4E/6M3x_2Ezowc/S220/028.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LsdrD5rBiQU/SauRuIMz6sI/AAAAAAAAFNg/Pr9zvqkbRsI/s72-c/206.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4033602770257418884.post-5109653446159047554</id><published>2009-03-01T23:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T23:46:45.521-08:00</updated><title type='text'>#4</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LsdrD5rBiQU/SauOyKBoEZI/AAAAAAAAFNY/_vwc121nvgk/s1600-h/022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LsdrD5rBiQU/SauOyKBoEZI/AAAAAAAAFNY/_vwc121nvgk/s400/022.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308493578122039698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I am thankful I live in the south!! Today we got snow . . . a lot of snow for GA. And it was plenty for me. After being in it for all of 15 minutes, I was done, ready for it to melt away. If living in Utah for a year taught me anything - I am not a snow person. I have a great love of warmth. It is pretty, I like to look at it, I like to visit it in Utah. But, I don't want to live in a snowy place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4033602770257418884-5109653446159047554?l=countblessings-candi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://countblessings-candi.blogspot.com/feeds/5109653446159047554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://countblessings-candi.blogspot.com/2009/03/4.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033602770257418884/posts/default/5109653446159047554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033602770257418884/posts/default/5109653446159047554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://countblessings-candi.blogspot.com/2009/03/4.html' title='#4'/><author><name>Candi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02155845250378618573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_LsdrD5rBiQU/SCMJ464KbvI/AAAAAAAAC4E/6M3x_2Ezowc/S220/028.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LsdrD5rBiQU/SauOyKBoEZI/AAAAAAAAFNY/_vwc121nvgk/s72-c/022.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4033602770257418884.post-4814835953776320114</id><published>2009-02-12T08:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T08:24:09.028-08:00</updated><title type='text'>#3</title><content type='html'>A well rounded NORMAL life. I watch these stupid Wife Swap and Supernanny shows and wonder - "Where did these people come from?" Are they for real?" Seriously, they are the most extreme people. I am so happy that I was raised in a level headed normal household. I'm thankful that I am able to do the same for my daughter. I don't think we are extreme on anything, neither are we completely oblivious to anything either. (Well, maybe somethings?!?) But, Family, Religion, Education, Fun- all are important and need to be in every one's life. But, equally.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4033602770257418884-4814835953776320114?l=countblessings-candi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://countblessings-candi.blogspot.com/feeds/4814835953776320114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://countblessings-candi.blogspot.com/2009/02/3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033602770257418884/posts/default/4814835953776320114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033602770257418884/posts/default/4814835953776320114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://countblessings-candi.blogspot.com/2009/02/3.html' title='#3'/><author><name>Candi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02155845250378618573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_LsdrD5rBiQU/SCMJ464KbvI/AAAAAAAAC4E/6M3x_2Ezowc/S220/028.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4033602770257418884.post-2130726294255904448</id><published>2009-01-09T23:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T23:17:42.709-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blessing #2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Okay, so I guess this isn't going to be a DAILY thing, but I'll do the best I can.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I am very thankful for Insurance! Long story short - Annagrace turned on the kitchen stove eye - Pyrex exploded - burn marks on the counter and burned holes in the vinyl floor. We called the insurance company - adjuster came - we now have a check. A check large enough to cover the expenses of finishing the 4th bedroom, tile the kitchen and laundry room floors, and tile the counter tops (with granite tiles that I purchased almost 4 years ago). I am so excited. The explosion could have been much worse - causing physical injuries to one or all of us. But, thankfully it was just the counters and floor - things that I've been wanting to replace since we moved in!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4033602770257418884-2130726294255904448?l=countblessings-candi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://countblessings-candi.blogspot.com/feeds/2130726294255904448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://countblessings-candi.blogspot.com/2009/01/blessing-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033602770257418884/posts/default/2130726294255904448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033602770257418884/posts/default/2130726294255904448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://countblessings-candi.blogspot.com/2009/01/blessing-2.html' title='Blessing #2'/><author><name>Candi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02155845250378618573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_LsdrD5rBiQU/SCMJ464KbvI/AAAAAAAAC4E/6M3x_2Ezowc/S220/028.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4033602770257418884.post-5978841205231310505</id><published>2009-01-06T23:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T01:00:04.625-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting Started</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Oh, I am so thankful for so many things. I have been incredibly blessed in my life. But, there are some days that I forget to remember that &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ALL&lt;/span&gt; of the good far out weights the &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;little&lt;/span&gt; bit of bad. So, today I am starting a gratitude journal. And what better place than a blog. I'm writing this for myself, more than anyone else. A blog gives me access to jot down my blessing no matter where I am without having one more thing to keep track of and carry around with me.&lt;br /&gt;So, I'll start off the new year with &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;BLESSING #1 - FAMILY! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I have a wonderful family. Starting from my hilarious little Annagrace and wonderful Tyler, to my parents, to my siblings, to my parents-in-law, to my siblings-in-law. I love them all! I was very blessed to be the doted upon, baby by 13 years, daughter to a set of wonderful parents who have always shown me love beyond belief. And a bother and sister, so much my elder, that they were more like another set of parents than siblings. But, as we have aged, the age gap seems to have shortened and I have found friends.&lt;br /&gt;THEN I was blessed to fall in love with . . . Tyler . . . my heart melts, my stomach flips, my eyes tear up just at the thought of the moment I realized I loved this man. His kind eyes, his gentle hands, his humongous heart. He is perfect for me in every single way. He is my opposite, my same, my everything. AND to top it all off he came packaged with a wonderful set of parents and siblings as well. Four brothers to be exact. All similar but so different in their own unique ways. They all make me laugh until my sides hurt.&lt;br /&gt;AND IN THE END, at the very center of my life, family, and universe . . . is Annagrace. The glorious product and unbelievable gift from my Heavenly Father. It took over six years for this bundle of joy to arrive and she was/is undeniably worth the wait.&lt;br /&gt;I am unbelievably blessed and can't wait to count my blessings everyday on this journey of gratitude.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4033602770257418884-5978841205231310505?l=countblessings-candi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://countblessings-candi.blogspot.com/feeds/5978841205231310505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://countblessings-candi.blogspot.com/2009/01/getting-started.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033602770257418884/posts/default/5978841205231310505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033602770257418884/posts/default/5978841205231310505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://countblessings-candi.blogspot.com/2009/01/getting-started.html' title='Getting Started'/><author><name>Candi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02155845250378618573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_LsdrD5rBiQU/SCMJ464KbvI/AAAAAAAAC4E/6M3x_2Ezowc/S220/028.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
