<?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-2066373326202188233</id><updated>2012-02-16T16:16:02.280-08:00</updated><category term='I share my music because it&apos;s so sweet'/><category term='India'/><title type='text'>Gumbert Time!</title><subtitle type='html'>Breaking it down Gumbert style</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gumbert.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2066373326202188233/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gumbert.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12629182832932021673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tKtvI14OQEo/TTdNMQitfII/AAAAAAAAAcw/i44fCOKshMc/S220/IMG_2141.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>55</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2066373326202188233.post-6246211083841094410</id><published>2011-11-04T14:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T14:39:05.121-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I won't hold out on these pictures</title><content type='html'>I have to admit, my life with an iPhone is pretty convenient now. Really, I have whatever I need a click away, literally. You would think I'd have my blog down, nope. Anyway, &amp;nbsp;I've been spending all my time raising these little munchkins for the glory of God. &amp;nbsp;My father in-law moved in with us 4 mos ago and has been suffering from pancreatic cancer. Its been a trial for us but we know God makes His children more like Christ in the midst of the rough times. (Rom 5, 1 Thess) we're grateful to be healthy and well enough to help Pops out:). Keep him n prayer if you remember to. He's glad to be out here near all his grandchildren. Thanks, and I'll keep you posted.&lt;br /&gt;
Here are a few recent pictures of the family:&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;She seems so quite, I know that may sound strange since sleeping and eating is all newborns do, but it's different.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KHIDkRq_cas/Td3vd_FiSzI/AAAAAAAAAic/I9EdOmSOWoc/s1600/AdabirthstoryREP0021.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KHIDkRq_cas/Td3vd_FiSzI/AAAAAAAAAic/I9EdOmSOWoc/s400/AdabirthstoryREP0021.jpg" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Her sister loves her, now she does. Emery was very timid and unsure when we introduced her to baby sister. She adjusted, day after day she got just a little more comfortable. I'm anxious to help her learn and watch Emery grow to love and help with baby Ada.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;. so my camera isn't as great as everyone &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;else's&lt;/span&gt; but you'll "get the picture"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This picture was taken 3 mos ago, we were falsely led to believe we would be closing escrow that following week:( How sad, but it's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;, we're still in escrow:) It's been the most complicating thing I've ever been through. My husband has shown me patience and understanding by walking me through every step. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My prayer has been this while trying to buy a home. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"&lt;i&gt;Trust in the Lord with all your heart and lean not on your own &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;understanding&lt;/span&gt;. In all your ways acknowledge Him, and he will make straight your paths. Be not wise in your own eyes, fear the Lord and run away from evil"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Proverbs 3:5-7&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So we're still waiting, I'll let &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ya'll&lt;/span&gt; know what God's plans are in a couple weeks:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I think we look cute in front of it. I like the floor plan, totally open and all rooms are upstairs with a spacious backyard. It's more than enough and a great deal for first time home buyers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Co5YokyXSmw/Tc3ICLwcEuI/AAAAAAAAAh8/swWBdwPAjCM/s1600/IMG_3859.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 460px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Co5YokyXSmw/Tc3ICLwcEuI/AAAAAAAAAh8/swWBdwPAjCM/s400/IMG_3859.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606357050987385570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My nieces hi-jacked my camera and this is what I got back. They wanted to scare me by doing ugly makeup and funky faces, I found it too cute instead but they'll be so mad at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;tia&lt;/span&gt; Jenny for posting this, they're lucky I'm not uploading more.
&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--JwOztYG01c/Tc3ICAqA-KI/AAAAAAAAAh0/n_6d_STuU8k/s1600/IMG_3923.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 460px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--JwOztYG01c/Tc3ICAqA-KI/AAAAAAAAAh0/n_6d_STuU8k/s400/IMG_3923.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606357048007653538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We had some hanging out time with our buddy and nephew Lennon while his mommy and daddy celebrated 10 years of marriage:) I was so happy, the kids had a blast entertaining one another. They were unbelievably happy together.
&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0fj2_BupjAM/Tc3IB3j1h4I/AAAAAAAAAhs/Si6-SZ9mdVI/s1600/IMG_4004.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 460px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0fj2_BupjAM/Tc3IB3j1h4I/AAAAAAAAAhs/Si6-SZ9mdVI/s400/IMG_4004.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606357045565818754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Josh and I were blessed with 5 years of being happily married in April. We bought ourselves a record player and a great album by Iron and Wine (numbered days). We've been relaxing to the nice sound of  slow folk and we're excited to start collecting vinyl. Which reminds me, if you have any good music and want to get rid of it for some reason, we'll take it. Just no Ted Nugent.
&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-69aHTSR28zA/Tc3IBlpCBZI/AAAAAAAAAhk/2LtV3knNiz8/s1600/IMG_4037.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 460px; height: 250px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-69aHTSR28zA/Tc3IBlpCBZI/AAAAAAAAAhk/2LtV3knNiz8/s400/IMG_4037.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606357040755770770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;For Easters we spent time with both families, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Melia&lt;/span&gt; and Emmy will be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;BFF's&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BH1N4-Wr10M/Tc3IBccl6GI/AAAAAAAAAhc/QcJ3nK3AEVA/s1600/IMG_3988.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 460px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BH1N4-Wr10M/Tc3IBccl6GI/AAAAAAAAAhc/QcJ3nK3AEVA/s400/IMG_3988.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606357038287677538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;AND......................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OH yes, we're expecting the arrival of baby Ada near the end of the month. The next time you hear from me on here, we may have pictures of her and a new home. Double Whammy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;She's been sick with a cold the past few days. I love to see her cuddle with daddy. I ran and grabbed the FLIP to catch her singing away. Right after she coughs at the end, she literally fell asleep. Poor baby woke up about 10 times throughout the night and had a little fever. I hate paying the overpriced co pays, especially when I know what's wrong, but better safe than sorry. And since Emery is sooooo good when we take her in, she's calm, collected and pleasant to have as a patient I'd take her in all the time just to have them say hi to her because she's great when they're poking her or checking her heart beat. ...............SYKE!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No way, she is yelling "bye, bye" and "no, please" to them the entire time. Even when they're giving her a sticker, she just wants out of there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Drama for yo mama, as they say. I love her and we're thankful for the boogers health. Praise God for all He graces her with everyday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2066373326202188233-4863569014856467357?l=gumbert.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gumbert.blogspot.com/feeds/4863569014856467357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2066373326202188233&amp;postID=4863569014856467357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2066373326202188233/posts/default/4863569014856467357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2066373326202188233/posts/default/4863569014856467357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gumbert.blogspot.com/2011/05/singing-to-daddy.html' title='Singing to Daddy.'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12629182832932021673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tKtvI14OQEo/TTdNMQitfII/AAAAAAAAAcw/i44fCOKshMc/S220/IMG_2141.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2066373326202188233.post-2547446601450634242</id><published>2011-04-22T09:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-22T09:09:14.478-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A friend put it best, "it's Friday but Sunday is coming"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mUKcctZ5_G4&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mUKcctZ5_G4&amp;amp;feature=related&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2066373326202188233-2547446601450634242?l=gumbert.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gumbert.blogspot.com/feeds/2547446601450634242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2066373326202188233&amp;postID=2547446601450634242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2066373326202188233/posts/default/2547446601450634242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2066373326202188233/posts/default/2547446601450634242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gumbert.blogspot.com/2011/04/friend-put-it-best-its-friday-but.html' title='A friend put it best, &quot;it&apos;s Friday but Sunday is coming&quot;'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12629182832932021673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tKtvI14OQEo/TTdNMQitfII/AAAAAAAAAcw/i44fCOKshMc/S220/IMG_2141.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2066373326202188233.post-6865101468426806236</id><published>2011-04-07T15:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-07T15:17:54.089-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If you have 50 minutes in the morning</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Please listen to this when you have a chance, I was reminded of this message that I heard about 1 1/2 ago when Josh brought it back from Desiring God conference. In our Theology Lab (Bible study), we are studying and growing through Romans. Last night's text was Romans 5:1-11.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p id="p45005001.06-1" style="text-indent: 2em; text-align: justify; line-height: 21px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Therefore, since we have been justified by faith, we&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; have peace with God through our Lord Jesus Christ. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="verse-num" id="v45005002-1" style="font-weight: bold; padding-right: 0.15em; padding-left: 0.25em; vertical-align: text-top; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; "&gt;2 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Through him we have also obtained access by faith&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; into this grace in which we stand, and we&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;rejoice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; in hope of the glory of God. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="verse-num" id="v45005003-1" style="font-weight: bold; padding-right: 0.15em; padding-left: 0.25em; vertical-align: text-top; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; "&gt;3 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;More than that, we rejoice in our sufferings, knowing that suffering produces endurance, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="verse-num" id="v45005004-1" style="font-weight: bold; padding-right: 0.15em; padding-left: 0.25em; vertical-align: text-top; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; "&gt;4 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;and endurance produces character, and character produces hope, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="verse-num" id="v45005005-1" style="font-weight: bold; padding-right: 0.15em; padding-left: 0.25em; vertical-align: text-top; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; "&gt;5 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;and hope does not put us to shame, because God's love has been poured into our hearts through the Holy Spirit who has been given to us. &lt;b&gt;6&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;For while we were still weak, at the right time Christ died for the ungodly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;7.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;For one will scarcely die for a righteous person—though perhaps for a good person one would dare even to die— &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;8.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;but God shows his love for us in that while we were still sinners, Christ died for us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;9.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Since, therefore, we have now been justified by his blood, much more shall we be saved by him from the wrath of God. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;10. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;For if while we were enemies we were reconciled to God by the death of his Son, much more, now that we are reconciled, shall we be saved by his life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; &lt;b&gt;11. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;More than that, we also rejoice in God through our Lord Jesus Christ, through whom we have now received reconciliation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.desiringgod.org/resource-library/conference-messages/the-role-of-suffering-in-sanctification"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;http://www.desiringgod.org/resource-library/conference-messages/the-role-of-suffering-in-sanctification&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are called to suffering to become holy as he is holy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;JOIN ME IN THIS FAITH WORTHY OF THE KING!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2066373326202188233-6865101468426806236?l=gumbert.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gumbert.blogspot.com/feeds/6865101468426806236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2066373326202188233&amp;postID=6865101468426806236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2066373326202188233/posts/default/6865101468426806236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2066373326202188233/posts/default/6865101468426806236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gumbert.blogspot.com/2011/04/if-you-have-50-minutes-in-morning.html' title='If you have 50 minutes in the morning'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12629182832932021673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tKtvI14OQEo/TTdNMQitfII/AAAAAAAAAcw/i44fCOKshMc/S220/IMG_2141.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2066373326202188233.post-2237318455647659491</id><published>2011-03-28T14:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-28T19:28:14.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sewing and growing.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My sweet sister in law walked me through using her sewing machine to make some covers for my long overdue throw pillows. They were gross, we've inherited a great sectional sofa from my parents, but we're the 3rd family to have them and they belonged to my brother and his household of 3 boys before us, so you can imagine they needed some TLC. I've been wanting to get that done for quite a while now, and since we've packed half our home (we've been in escrow, it seems for about 10 months (exaggeration)), I took down some plum purple corduroy curtains and recycled those babies, as well as some heavy duty pretty green fabric my Mom scored from a yard sale and gave to me:) I love yard sales, you know what they say "Your junk is someone else's treasure" or whatever....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;I'm glad I got it done for several reason&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;1.&lt;/b&gt; That I started a project and finished&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;2.&lt;/b&gt; Saved about 40.00 bucks easily&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;3. &lt;/b&gt;Learned to sew pillow covers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;4. &lt;/b&gt;I can say I did it:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It will all look better color-wise when and if we get into our new home, but I'm a pretty eclectic person anyway, I like greens and purples, and oranges and pinks, who knows you may see a pink and orange pillow soon. Stay tuned. And many thanks to Stephanie!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DZfnUJZxz3A/TZFA4kW_iMI/AAAAAAAAAgE/nHdP_pNsDb4/s1600/IMG_3880.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DZfnUJZxz3A/TZFA4kW_iMI/AAAAAAAAAgE/nHdP_pNsDb4/s400/IMG_3880.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589319953120463042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm on a mission now to find more things to sew, it's addicting and relaxing when your 1 yr old is asleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Speaking of my 1 yr old;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Heres my sweet, intensive, overly expressive, cutie pie. I cannot believe she is this big! You probably can't either, if you've known us since before she came.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1cW50FZp82o/TZFBz3GO5QI/AAAAAAAAAgk/wtFnLq2N_MI/s400/IMG_3877.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589320971762722050" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2066373326202188233-2237318455647659491?l=gumbert.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gumbert.blogspot.com/feeds/2237318455647659491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2066373326202188233&amp;postID=2237318455647659491' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2066373326202188233/posts/default/2237318455647659491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2066373326202188233/posts/default/2237318455647659491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gumbert.blogspot.com/2011/03/sewing-and-growing.html' title='Sewing and growing.'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12629182832932021673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tKtvI14OQEo/TTdNMQitfII/AAAAAAAAAcw/i44fCOKshMc/S220/IMG_2141.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NlAu4DI3ZuQ/TZFA5gWd3zI/AAAAAAAAAgc/fxI0qALk37M/s72-c/IMG_3867.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2066373326202188233.post-8658584857337452654</id><published>2011-03-10T16:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-10T16:57:23.519-08:00</updated><title type='text'>To bake or not to bake.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_vxtwKYpLLs/TXlyGMa2MCI/AAAAAAAAAes/Ljfr-lgBk54/s1600/3379247267_2810aae577.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_vxtwKYpLLs/TXlyGMa2MCI/AAAAAAAAAes/Ljfr-lgBk54/s400/3379247267_2810aae577.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582618663841050658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So the question is, do I want to bake? Cheese and apples? Yes please.&lt;div&gt;With this pregnancy I've craved sweet and savory together. Fruit and cheese has made that a satisfaction for me. A slice of cheese with an apple or on a naughty day, bacon, I don't even eat pork but man have I enjoyed a salty piece of bacon or breakfast sausage. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway!  Here's a recipe I found that I'm sure I'll make. Just wanted to share it with you. It sounds and looks delicious! I know this will be around even after the pregnancy. I guess I should try it first, I know I won't be let down, I love cheddar cheese and apples, and them together? In a scone? Man oh man is that a good match. Here ya go. Let me know if you try it, this would be a fun dish for breakfast with some girlfriends. OOh don't forget the coffee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.honeyandjam.com/2009/03/apple-cheddar-scones.html"&gt;http://www.honeyandjam.com/2009/03/apple-cheddar-scones.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Sorry, this isn't gluten free.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2066373326202188233-8658584857337452654?l=gumbert.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gumbert.blogspot.com/feeds/8658584857337452654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2066373326202188233&amp;postID=8658584857337452654' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2066373326202188233/posts/default/8658584857337452654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2066373326202188233/posts/default/8658584857337452654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gumbert.blogspot.com/2011/03/to-bake-or-not-to-bake.html' title='To bake or not to bake.'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12629182832932021673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tKtvI14OQEo/TTdNMQitfII/AAAAAAAAAcw/i44fCOKshMc/S220/IMG_2141.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_vxtwKYpLLs/TXlyGMa2MCI/AAAAAAAAAes/Ljfr-lgBk54/s72-c/3379247267_2810aae577.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2066373326202188233.post-8639816977986330392</id><published>2011-03-01T10:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-01T11:10:01.706-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm gonna get you!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-b2d5bbb020ed0457" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;
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They are so cute together, this is the best part of the day, never matters what time Josh gets home, when they play together it lights up my face. He's so fun, I may seem boring to her sometimes.  Josh is gentle with her don't worry. I love how she tricks him into looking away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2066373326202188233-8639816977986330392?l=gumbert.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gumbert.blogspot.com/feeds/8639816977986330392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2066373326202188233&amp;postID=8639816977986330392' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2066373326202188233/posts/default/8639816977986330392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2066373326202188233/posts/default/8639816977986330392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gumbert.blogspot.com/2011/03/run-emmy-run.html' title='I&apos;m gonna get you!'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12629182832932021673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tKtvI14OQEo/TTdNMQitfII/AAAAAAAAAcw/i44fCOKshMc/S220/IMG_2141.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2066373326202188233.post-7839618015082610615</id><published>2011-02-21T12:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-21T12:55:35.653-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle, Go!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-f7dbe9a835af0811" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;
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Miss Isla is Emery's best buddy right now, they play really well together. Emery's about 5 mos older than Isla but Isla can out eat Emery. 
We're so happy they'll grow up with each other. 
'Yo Gabba Gabba' is the show they watch and like, this is a song they sing on there. 
I can watch them all day long. They're too cute.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2066373326202188233-7839618015082610615?l=gumbert.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gumbert.blogspot.com/feeds/7839618015082610615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2066373326202188233&amp;postID=7839618015082610615' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2066373326202188233/posts/default/7839618015082610615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2066373326202188233/posts/default/7839618015082610615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gumbert.blogspot.com/2011/02/wiggle-wiggle-wiggle-go.html' title='Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle, Go!'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12629182832932021673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tKtvI14OQEo/TTdNMQitfII/AAAAAAAAAcw/i44fCOKshMc/S220/IMG_2141.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2066373326202188233.post-5407014176645757732</id><published>2011-02-02T15:57:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-02T16:37:26.692-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Put A Sock in It..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;We were dropped off at home from a nice day of being out walking around. I'd been sick for 2 days with the flu and thought I was going to stay home again while Emery went out with Auntie Rosy, but I was feeling so much better and the weather permitted a nice refreshing time to get relaxation outside of home.&lt;div&gt;So our day consisted of this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;breakfast at the "just ok, overpriced" Original House of pancakes,&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;a walk to the mall and back to the lot, a killer steal of a new sweater from Papaya (I only go in there when I see $5, $7 and up clearance racks),&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;a few run rounds for Emery to get her wiggles out at the playground while the big kids ran her over about 5 times,&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;then a drive to the outlets to find Mom shoes for my brothers upcoming wedding and to top it off  a satisfying craving for a sweet, tart, hand squeezed  lemonade.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;All in all it was a fun-filled day. Only spent $15.00, and God's been revealing and prepping me for our future time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It gave me an insight for what's to come when I have baby Ada, I will not be out very often with 2 little ones. I need to spend more time watching other mom's with little ones to observe how they manage, I'm sure I can learn so much from friends. I thought I had it down just by growing up in a big family with so many kids very close in age, but you won't have it down. Why didn't anyone tell me this:)? As I've said before if I had everything figured out I wouldn't need Christ.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As Emery grows, not only are we dealing with a deceitful heart of hers but she becomes more loving and softer as we deal consistently with it. She becomes more and more fun too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rosy asked me on the way home today if I ever think of the freedom Josh and I had as a single couple and I replied, yes I've thought of it and if you are being an honest person you would say you miss it in the sense of 'freedom'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Ex. We would go out with our friends at strange late hours and not have to be home by a certain time that given night, just those things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But for no reason do I miss it for the blessing and reward of raising a child.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To end our trip as I was pulling my stuff from the stroller I grabbed my sunglasses, put them on fashionably, so i thought, little did I know Emmy had taken her socks off and somehow it got stuck in the glasses. Her hand has been stuck down my shirt as well. This is as glamorous as it gets for me:) I love every bit of it too&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Tonight at Theology Lab that Kaleo (FBC's college ministry) facilitates weekly, we'll be discussing and praying through Romans 1:18-32.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;God's righteousness in His wrath against sinners. We all have sinned and fall short of His glory, God reveals that to all man. If you do not know God as the deliverer of your sins, those who seek will find and those who knock He will answer (Matt 7:7-8) The transforming gospel of Jesus Christ is free!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2066373326202188233-1840731897979716987?l=gumbert.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gumbert.blogspot.com/feeds/1840731897979716987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2066373326202188233&amp;postID=1840731897979716987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2066373326202188233/posts/default/1840731897979716987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2066373326202188233/posts/default/1840731897979716987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gumbert.blogspot.com/2011/01/he-is-righteous.html' title='He is Righteous'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12629182832932021673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tKtvI14OQEo/TTdNMQitfII/AAAAAAAAAcw/i44fCOKshMc/S220/IMG_2141.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tKtvI14OQEo/TUCf3QLSW8I/AAAAAAAAAeQ/b4YGlbR8UsI/s72-c/IMG_3789.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2066373326202188233.post-2051141243710528563</id><published>2011-01-25T12:37:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-25T12:41:51.987-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can you read this?</title><content type='html'>If you follow me at all, well you know I change things up on my blog design more than I post actual blogs.... I wanted to get a census of what you thought as far as the font I'm using. I like the idea of it looking like my actual handwriting and it gives it a journal feel, I think. You're the one reading it, let me know:) If you read this leave a comment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2066373326202188233-2051141243710528563?l=gumbert.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gumbert.blogspot.com/feeds/2051141243710528563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2066373326202188233&amp;postID=2051141243710528563' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2066373326202188233/posts/default/2051141243710528563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2066373326202188233/posts/default/2051141243710528563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gumbert.blogspot.com/2011/01/can-you-read-this.html' title='Can you read this?'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12629182832932021673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tKtvI14OQEo/TTdNMQitfII/AAAAAAAAAcw/i44fCOKshMc/S220/IMG_2141.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2066373326202188233.post-8679162357681620570</id><published>2011-01-20T15:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-20T16:04:18.157-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Better Late than Never</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;In this context I believe this phrase, I don't like procrastination. Now that that's off my chest.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I meant to blog these pics.
&lt;div&gt;My nephew Johnny is a young, creative kid who started doing photography for fun, he's getting better at it and I'm so happy to see him enjoy what he does. Looking back at his childhood, he has come along way from where he was, especially to witness the power of Christ in His life as he matures. So cool. &lt;a href="http://johnnyandphoto.wordpress.com/"&gt; (http://johnnyandphoto.wordpress.com/)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I thought it'd be a cute idea to have him take some fun shots of me and Emery while Josh was away at training for work. It was a little gift he could come home to, to let him know we miss him and think of him while away and something he could take with him whenever he leaves again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He got in around 130 a.m the night he returned, I had his pj's out on the bathroom counter along with a card and the picture from Emery and I.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He woke me up with a kiss and said thank you. It was super sweet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Right now I'm thinking of when I prayed for him as I knew he was on the airplane, exhausted and ready to be home after 4 days of being away, God is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;soooo&lt;/span&gt; good, He brought him home safely and generously back to us. (&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;If you then, who are evil, know how to give good gifts to your children, how much more will your Father in heaven give good gifts to those who ask Him? Matt 7:11)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you Father for my husband. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, off to start dinner; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Quinoa&lt;/span&gt; Turkey burgers with veggies, sounds good, let's see how they fare.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;This one we framed, it's on his night stand. (Wow you can totally see my baby bump now, amazing what a month can do to your body)
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&lt;div&gt;We spent the morning with Johnny and Auntie Rosy in Old Town &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Temecula&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This one was taken on the property we live on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2066373326202188233-8679162357681620570?l=gumbert.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gumbert.blogspot.com/feeds/8679162357681620570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2066373326202188233&amp;postID=8679162357681620570' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2066373326202188233/posts/default/8679162357681620570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2066373326202188233/posts/default/8679162357681620570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gumbert.blogspot.com/2011/01/better-late-than-never.html' title='Better Late than Never'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12629182832932021673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tKtvI14OQEo/TTdNMQitfII/AAAAAAAAAcw/i44fCOKshMc/S220/IMG_2141.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tKtvI14OQEo/TTjLX7lXhmI/AAAAAAAAAd4/1vAuDjm-_Jk/s72-c/JENEMREP006FIX3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2066373326202188233.post-2430340969993400338</id><published>2011-01-18T21:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-18T21:50:32.647-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love the Gumbert's</title><content type='html'>He's a bundle of ''hunkness''. That's right, this is my amazing husband, whom loves having fun with his technology. I love Josh for millions of reasons, but one that tops a lot is his love to make me laugh. We got his new Mac sometime last year, he came home and had to show me what he and a buddy were doing at a meeting on his photobooth. I about cried. I think I did as a matter of fact. I forgot we had these photos, I wanted to share my normal family pictures with you. &lt;div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My honey....
&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tKtvI14OQEo/TTZ5bwok1JI/AAAAAAAAAb8/y7wBcwjBQNo/s1600/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-07-13%2Bat%2B13.33.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tKtvI14OQEo/TTZ5bwok1JI/AAAAAAAAAb8/y7wBcwjBQNo/s400/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-07-13%2Bat%2B13.33.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563767907481343122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me and Emery taking a normal picture
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Raise the roof babe.
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have a Happy New Year, Love the Gumbert's!
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Rejoice!
"And the angel said unto them, Fear not: for, behold, I bring you good tidings of great joy, which shall be to all people.  For unto you is born this day in the city of David a Saviour, which is Christ the Lord.  And this shall be a sign unto you; Ye shall find the babe wrapped in swaddling clothes, lying in a manger."  Luke 2:10-12


"The joy which this first gospel preacher spoke of was no mean one, for he said, 'I bring you good tidings'—that alone were joy: and not good tidings of joy only, but good tidings of great joy.' Every word is emphatic, as if to show that the gospel is above all things intended to promote, and will most abundantly create the greatest possible joy in the human heart wherever it is received.

Rejoice, ye who feel that ye are lost; your Saviour comes to seek and save you. Be of good cheer ye who are in prison, for be comes to set you free. Ye who are famished and ready to die, rejoice that he has consecrated for you a Bethlehem, a house of bread, and he has come to be the bread of life to your souls. Rejoice, O sinners, everywhere for the restorer of the castaways, the Saviour of the fallen is born. Join in the joy, ye saints, for he is the preserver of the saved ones, delivering them from innumerable perils, and he is the sure prefecter of such as he preserves. Jesus is no partial Saviour, beginning a work and not concluding it; but, restoring and upholding, he also perfects and presents the saved ones without spot or wrinkle, or any such thing before his Father's throne. Rejoice aloud all ye people, let your hills and valleys ring with joy, for a Saviour who is mighty to save is born among you."

--Charles Spurgeon 

 &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2066373326202188233-371392131337508387?l=gumbert.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gumbert.blogspot.com/feeds/371392131337508387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2066373326202188233&amp;postID=371392131337508387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2066373326202188233/posts/default/371392131337508387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2066373326202188233/posts/default/371392131337508387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gumbert.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-copied-and-pasted-merry-christmas.html' title='I copied and pasted. Merry Christmas'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12629182832932021673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tKtvI14OQEo/TTdNMQitfII/AAAAAAAAAcw/i44fCOKshMc/S220/IMG_2141.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2066373326202188233.post-3603759290726980951</id><published>2010-11-29T17:30:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T17:41:00.609-08:00</updated><title type='text'>To All Mothers who Need It as Much as I Do.</title><content type='html'>This is very encouraging and convicting, as some of you know we are expecting our 2nd child and with that comes the physical hardships of morning sickness (which I am so fortunately blessed with, even more this pregnancy.) &lt;div&gt;I feel as if I've been recently raising Emery from the couch. God continues to give us assurance that the sickness is a sweet reminder that the fruit f the womb is a reward (Psalm 127:3) although it doesn't feel like it, the aftermath is definitely rewarding:) I cannot forget my motivation though. And sadly there are days I see her rebellion and disobedience when I am not focused on the Word and consistency of parenting with a purpose. Thank God He redeems those days though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, my point is clearly this, I have a guide to raise my child and so do you. If you aren't sure some days of what your purpose is as a mother or what to see your children as or need some encouragement, here is a great example. Please read&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;h2 style="color: rgb(176, 62, 63); font-weight: normal; font-size: 22px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.girltalkhome.com/blog/the-art-of-parenting" style="color: rgb(176, 62, 63); outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; text-decoration: none; "&gt;The Art of Parenting&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', Helvetica, arial, sans-serif; margin-top: 5px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 10px; "&gt;2010 at 7:32 pm   |   by Nicole Whitacre
Filed under &lt;a href="http://www.girltalkhome.com/blog/category/motherhood/" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; "&gt;Motherhood&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Just as an artist who paints pictures and portraits exercises great care in his work, so each of you, mothers and fathers, must be attentive to these wonderful images [your children]. Each day, a painter adds what is necessary to the picture. Sculptors do the same, removing excess stone and adding what is lacking. You should do the same: as makers of images, devote all your time to the task of fashioning wonderful images for God. Remove the excess; add what is lacking. Each day, examine the images closely. Cultivate the natural excellence that each one has, removing what is by nature inferior....teach them to be sober, vigilant, watchful in prayer, and to place everything that is said and done under the sign of the cross."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="padding-left: 150px; "&gt;--John Chrysostom (c. 347–407), &lt;em&gt;On Vainglory and the Education of Children&lt;/em&gt;, 22:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2066373326202188233-3603759290726980951?l=gumbert.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gumbert.blogspot.com/feeds/3603759290726980951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2066373326202188233&amp;postID=3603759290726980951' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2066373326202188233/posts/default/3603759290726980951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2066373326202188233/posts/default/3603759290726980951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gumbert.blogspot.com/2010/11/to-all-mothers-who-need-it-as-much-as-i.html' title='To All Mothers who Need It as Much as I Do.'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12629182832932021673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tKtvI14OQEo/TTdNMQitfII/AAAAAAAAAcw/i44fCOKshMc/S220/IMG_2141.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2066373326202188233.post-7489226371363495066</id><published>2010-09-20T21:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-20T22:48:38.458-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Emery's First Birthday Bash</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;We celebrated our sweet gift from God himself of Emery's 1st birthday. What an awesome time to gather w friends and family to enjoy the grace together. I know not everyone invited could come but there will be plenty more to enjoy if the Lord wills. She was fighting a cold that weekend, but she was a trooper, she hung in until the last hour. She sacrificed a nap to be with everyone and did really well too. I made her invitations and had a ton of fun that I am pursuing an on request handmade invitation business. :) I guess that was my subtle way of advertising for&lt;i&gt;jennygumbert invitations.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tKtvI14OQEo/TJg-oB-pu6I/AAAAAAAAAYw/qMbQNmv7TZA/s1600/IMG_7719.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tKtvI14OQEo/TJg-oB-pu6I/AAAAAAAAAYw/qMbQNmv7TZA/s400/IMG_7719.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519230200789449634" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I cooked shredded chicken bbq sandwiches, we had cheesy pasta for a side, fumi salad, fruit and chips. That was super easy, I didn't spend all day preparing nor did we use the kitchen besides the oven to keep things warm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is a verse that sums up how God through His Son has given us the joy of our child.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Behold, children our a heritage from the Lord, the fruit of the womb a reward" Psalm 127:3&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All praises to the Father!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That wasn't a gift for her, but it was one of her favorites....of course. They want what isn't their's.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tKtvI14OQEo/TJhB-gu3rxI/AAAAAAAAAag/X99z_Cqymxw/s1600/122.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tKtvI14OQEo/TJhB-gu3rxI/AAAAAAAAAag/X99z_Cqymxw/s400/122.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519233885536759570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
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She was overwhelmed by all her great gifts....thanks everyone!
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2066373326202188233-7489226371363495066?l=gumbert.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gumbert.blogspot.com/feeds/7489226371363495066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2066373326202188233&amp;postID=7489226371363495066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2066373326202188233/posts/default/7489226371363495066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2066373326202188233/posts/default/7489226371363495066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gumbert.blogspot.com/2010/09/emerys-first-birthday-bash.html' title='Emery&apos;s First Birthday Bash'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12629182832932021673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tKtvI14OQEo/TTdNMQitfII/AAAAAAAAAcw/i44fCOKshMc/S220/IMG_2141.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tKtvI14OQEo/TJg-oB-pu6I/AAAAAAAAAYw/qMbQNmv7TZA/s72-c/IMG_7719.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2066373326202188233.post-6131486199633906703</id><published>2010-08-30T10:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T11:28:15.781-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This is where our time and energy have been...By the Grace of our Savior Jesus Christ</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Josh and I have been so excited to spend more time with each other as a family with Emery, but we love our friends and family as well, God has placed people in our lives that we spend quality time with. It's painful at times but oh is it good!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess this is why I've not been blogging, but this topic is so important if we are born again Christians. I was so encouraged to share this sermon our Pastor Chris had taught a few weeks ago, it was part of a series we went through called "Tough Stuff", topics that many 'Christian' churches do not teach or preach and if they are, often times it is a wrong view. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God is so good, the Spirit works in marvelous ways, and I've been excited to be a part of His Kingdom more and more lately.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Listen to this if you have time..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://media.faith-bible.net/series/tough-stuff/tough-stuff-discipleship"&gt;http://media.faith-bible.net/series/tough-stuff/tough-stuff-discipleship&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wow! What a joy to be a part of His grace. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Are we 'accepting the importance of discipleship?'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;-we are expected to pass on Christ... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Matt 28:19 &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; line-height: 21px; "&gt;&lt;span class="verse-num woc" id="v40028019-1" style="font-size: 13px; font-weight: bold; padding-right: 0.15em; padding-left: 0.25em; vertical-align: text-top; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="woc"&gt;Go therefore and make disciples of all nations, baptizing them in&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;the name of the Father and of the Son and of the Holy Spirit,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="verse-num woc" id="v40028020-1" style="font-size: 13px; font-weight: bold; padding-right: 0.15em; padding-left: 0.25em; vertical-align: text-top; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; "&gt;20 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="woc"&gt;teaching them to observe all that I have commanded you. And behold, I am with you always, to the end of the age.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; line-height: 21px; "&gt;&lt;span class="woc"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; line-height: 21px; "&gt;&lt;span class="woc"&gt;This is a heavy task, but we need to pass Christ on. He is not for ourselves only but for others.:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2066373326202188233-6131486199633906703?l=gumbert.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gumbert.blogspot.com/feeds/6131486199633906703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2066373326202188233&amp;postID=6131486199633906703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2066373326202188233/posts/default/6131486199633906703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2066373326202188233/posts/default/6131486199633906703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gumbert.blogspot.com/2010/08/this-is-where-our-time-and-energy-have.html' title='This is where our time and energy have been...By the Grace of our Savior Jesus Christ'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12629182832932021673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tKtvI14OQEo/TTdNMQitfII/AAAAAAAAAcw/i44fCOKshMc/S220/IMG_2141.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2066373326202188233.post-713732830954368993</id><published>2010-06-08T23:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T00:31:11.663-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Nights Away From Emery.</title><content type='html'>According to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Gramma&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Raelean&lt;/span&gt; and Auntie Angie she did fabulous. Can you tell? We were sad and I will admit it a bit nervous to leave her, but I expected those emotions, Josh was missing her too. We did fine as soon as we hit the road though:) I'm glad she's pretty routine, that makes a world of a difference for others and for us too. She woke up a couple of times in the night but it was short they said. And she fell right back to sleep with a few pads on the back. These next few pictures of her were sent to me from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Gramma&lt;/span&gt;, I missed her terribly but we wouldn't trade the time alone with each other.&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tKtvI14OQEo/TA85sqlYsmI/AAAAAAAAAXg/4izu09zKC8E/s1600/emery+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tKtvI14OQEo/TA85sqlYsmI/AAAAAAAAAXg/4izu09zKC8E/s400/emery+3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480662711041307234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Emery at Grandma's
&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tKtvI14OQEo/TA85r35bpiI/AAAAAAAAAXY/a4qdg2Hk9GI/s1600/emery.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tKtvI14OQEo/TA85r35bpiI/AAAAAAAAAXY/a4qdg2Hk9GI/s400/emery.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480662697435178530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Playing in rose petals
&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tKtvI14OQEo/TA85rkciOdI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/ZCCKCKg-Fm8/s1600/emery+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tKtvI14OQEo/TA85rkciOdI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/ZCCKCKg-Fm8/s400/emery+2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480662692213701074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She knows she looks cute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So we had a good deal to take a weekend trip to Vegas, out of all places I do not prefer it, but some fun things we're interested in were happening there. The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 0); "&gt;UFC&lt;/span&gt; Fan expo was going on, which a friend was working at and had passes for us to check out, we stayed at one of Bass Pro Shops sister Resorts, which wasn't a resort but it sure was a nice accommodation, we ate out a killer sushi place to celebrate Rosy's 26&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 0); "&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 0); "&gt;bday&lt;/span&gt;, we checked out decor in the casinos, like the&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 0); "&gt;Bellagio&lt;/span&gt;, which is really pretty, we also ate at the Rio world buffet, which is supposed to be world renown, but I didn't think it was crazy good. It also reminded me that I hate buffets. Oh and Josh and I, get this, the best part of the trip, we got to take a nice long nap! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We won't be back to Vegas, we made memories though and are adding to our photo album, and I am praying for the city; that solid, God-fearing, Bible teaching Churches will be built and that many are called to saving Grace! Don't forget to pray for the lost&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;

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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tKtvI14OQEo/TA84rVWBfRI/AAAAAAAAAXI/pFe9dTMjIxs/s1600/IMG_2739.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px; " src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tKtvI14OQEo/TA84rVWBfRI/AAAAAAAAAXI/pFe9dTMjIxs/s400/IMG_2739.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480661588648230162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Us just arriving, take a stroll through the fine shops that are far too expensive for our taste and wallets.
&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tKtvI14OQEo/TA84pHt8KSI/AAAAAAAAAXA/5s_WZb9KoWs/s1600/IMG_2726.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tKtvI14OQEo/TA84pHt8KSI/AAAAAAAAAXA/5s_WZb9KoWs/s400/IMG_2726.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480661550630709538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;World renown Chef Bobby &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Flay's&lt;/span&gt; restaurant that I didn't eat at. I would love to try his tamales. They sound fantastic.

&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tKtvI14OQEo/TA84onz2H1I/AAAAAAAAAW4/2Pp8tNiXZDk/s1600/IMG_2869.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tKtvI14OQEo/TA84onz2H1I/AAAAAAAAAW4/2Pp8tNiXZDk/s1600/IMG_2869.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 225px; height: 400px; " src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tKtvI14OQEo/TA84onz2H1I/AAAAAAAAAW4/2Pp8tNiXZDk/s400/IMG_2869.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480661542065545042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;GSP's&lt;/span&gt; fighting trunks, George St. Pierre welter weight Champion of the World. He is one tough guy.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tKtvI14OQEo/TA84oIjjpKI/AAAAAAAAAWw/CX-30sXpIys/s1600/IMG_2870.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tKtvI14OQEo/TA84oIjjpKI/AAAAAAAAAWw/CX-30sXpIys/s400/IMG_2870.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480661533675725986" /&gt;O&lt;/a&gt;k, I know you can't see him but this is The Dragon himself, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Lyoto&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Machida&lt;/span&gt;, way to the back of the picture, that small guy back there. The line was insanely long for autographs and such, I don't like that anyway, but it was my brother &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Naim's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;bday&lt;/span&gt; and we wanted to get a signed shirt because we know he appreciates this fighter. But we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;didn'&lt;/span&gt;t want to wait in line, we love you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Naim&lt;/span&gt;:)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tKtvI14OQEo/TA84mBqsIWI/AAAAAAAAAWo/LpSxLXF8JzA/s1600/IMG_2872.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tKtvI14OQEo/TA84mBqsIWI/AAAAAAAAAWo/LpSxLXF8JzA/s400/IMG_2872.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480661497466855778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Some up and coming fighters from last seasons Ultimate Fighter. It's like 'the American Idol' show for fighters.
&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tKtvI14OQEo/TA83aWEvHlI/AAAAAAAAAWg/6VSpcCICk2k/s1600/IMG_2922.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tKtvI14OQEo/TA83aWEvHlI/AAAAAAAAAWg/6VSpcCICk2k/s400/IMG_2922.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480660197274754642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is our boy, Forest Griffin, he's a fighter with lots of heart and technically good at the game.
&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tKtvI14OQEo/TA83Zont5AI/AAAAAAAAAWY/7ftk1rbPm3o/s1600/IMG_2858.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tKtvI14OQEo/TA83Zont5AI/AAAAAAAAAWY/7ftk1rbPm3o/s400/IMG_2858.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480660185073443842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Rosy and David were having a blast. They know more than anyone I think.
&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tKtvI14OQEo/TA83Y9VF5oI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/wad4yHbKMgE/s1600/IMG_2766.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tKtvI14OQEo/TA83Y9VF5oI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/wad4yHbKMgE/s400/IMG_2766.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480660173452600962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tKtvI14OQEo/TA83YS6tqUI/AAAAAAAAAWI/Zvbdu6EhKws/s1600/IMG_2755.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tKtvI14OQEo/TA83YS6tqUI/AAAAAAAAAWI/Zvbdu6EhKws/s400/IMG_2755.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480660162067671362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Made a stop with the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;fishies&lt;/span&gt;.
&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tKtvI14OQEo/TA83Xt-kj9I/AAAAAAAAAWA/QzoHhORwWiY/s1600/IMG_2751.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tKtvI14OQEo/TA83Xt-kj9I/AAAAAAAAAWA/QzoHhORwWiY/s400/IMG_2751.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480660152151740370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Taking a break from walking
&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tKtvI14OQEo/TA82sGQTJDI/AAAAAAAAAV4/bMjpTmq-Pr8/s1600/IMG_2853.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tKtvI14OQEo/TA82sGQTJDI/AAAAAAAAAV4/bMjpTmq-Pr8/s400/IMG_2853.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480659402754303026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Chuck &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Liddell&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Rashad&lt;/span&gt; Evans
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&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tKtvI14OQEo/TA82q3406wI/AAAAAAAAAVo/DiDvct0Mq04/s1600/IMG_2894.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tKtvI14OQEo/TA82q3406wI/AAAAAAAAAVo/DiDvct0Mq04/s400/IMG_2894.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480659381717887746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Out at dinner
&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tKtvI14OQEo/TA82qGf_q7I/AAAAAAAAAVg/OgYMS4uT4Oc/s1600/IMG_2803.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tKtvI14OQEo/TA82qGf_q7I/AAAAAAAAAVg/OgYMS4uT4Oc/s400/IMG_2803.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480659368460397490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Taking&lt;/span&gt; off. Adios &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Las&lt;/span&gt; Vegas!&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; "&gt;"You're the Light in this darkness
You're the Hope to the hopeless
You're the Peace to the restless &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Greater things are yet to come, greater things are still to be done in this city"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God of this City- Chris Tomlin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There is a greater purpose for the world and that is Salvation to come to the nations.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2066373326202188233-713732830954368993?l=gumbert.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gumbert.blogspot.com/feeds/713732830954368993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2066373326202188233&amp;postID=713732830954368993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2066373326202188233/posts/default/713732830954368993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2066373326202188233/posts/default/713732830954368993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gumbert.blogspot.com/2010/06/first-nights-away-from-emery.html' title='First Nights Away From Emery.'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12629182832932021673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tKtvI14OQEo/TTdNMQitfII/AAAAAAAAAcw/i44fCOKshMc/S220/IMG_2141.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tKtvI14OQEo/TA85sqlYsmI/AAAAAAAAAXg/4izu09zKC8E/s72-c/emery+3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2066373326202188233.post-3543358332731525289</id><published>2010-05-21T22:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T22:55:50.940-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This Does Not Get Old.......but We Will</title><content type='html'>So............Paul and Kelli set up a fun pizza night at the infamous Filipi's. Their pizza's are ginormous and redonkulously tasty. We had a good time, then went out for some Trader Joe's mochi ice cream and starbucks coffee. What a night. We strongly encourage group dates as singles. It is a wise thing. Josh and our friends did that before we were all married, and we were blessed by it. How fun too, that you can share those moments with your close pals.&lt;div&gt; I am encouraged with my little brother, I am thankful for the work God is doing in his life, let me just say a year ago from now, we didn't have much of a relationship at all. I love him, thanks Paublito. God does some extraordinary, supernatural things through salvation, you know it's the Spirit when you actually see change in a person's life, not because they did it, but because God is a God of redemption. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tKtvI14OQEo/S_duZDWNF6I/AAAAAAAAAVQ/Lz0AdEQM9KU/s1600/IMG_2565.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tKtvI14OQEo/S_duZDWNF6I/AAAAAAAAAVQ/Lz0AdEQM9KU/s400/IMG_2565.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473965248766351266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Eating away, I will share that Scott; (to the bottom left), said he makes noises when eating because it's his way of praising God while eating. I thought that was great.
&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tKtvI14OQEo/S_duYjsLjcI/AAAAAAAAAVI/zj5QKWpdu18/s1600/IMG_2556.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tKtvI14OQEo/S_duYjsLjcI/AAAAAAAAAVI/zj5QKWpdu18/s400/IMG_2556.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473965240268590530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Keenin, so happy he had pizza. Studs.
&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tKtvI14OQEo/S_duYPzoOfI/AAAAAAAAAVA/CL2x2WnQl1k/s1600/IMG_2568.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tKtvI14OQEo/S_duYPzoOfI/AAAAAAAAAVA/CL2x2WnQl1k/s400/IMG_2568.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473965234931120626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cutie Aileen and Keenin.
&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tKtvI14OQEo/S_duXriH_kI/AAAAAAAAAU4/5JSSqr0MbWQ/s1600/IMG_2570.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tKtvI14OQEo/S_duXriH_kI/AAAAAAAAAU4/5JSSqr0MbWQ/s400/IMG_2570.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473965225194028610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Why so serious Scott?
&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tKtvI14OQEo/S_duXKPII4I/AAAAAAAAAUw/Q45DuE3qIaw/s1600/IMG_2564.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tKtvI14OQEo/S_duXKPII4I/AAAAAAAAAUw/Q45DuE3qIaw/s400/IMG_2564.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473965216255976322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That was our left overs. Surprisingly enough I only ate one. I can do a lot of pizza too, but Filipi's is no joke.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2066373326202188233-3543358332731525289?l=gumbert.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gumbert.blogspot.com/feeds/3543358332731525289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2066373326202188233&amp;postID=3543358332731525289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2066373326202188233/posts/default/3543358332731525289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2066373326202188233/posts/default/3543358332731525289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gumbert.blogspot.com/2010/05/this-does-not-get-oldbut-we-will.html' title='This Does Not Get Old.......but We Will'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12629182832932021673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tKtvI14OQEo/TTdNMQitfII/AAAAAAAAAcw/i44fCOKshMc/S220/IMG_2141.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tKtvI14OQEo/S_duZDWNF6I/AAAAAAAAAVQ/Lz0AdEQM9KU/s72-c/IMG_2565.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2066373326202188233.post-7000745812695038952</id><published>2010-05-10T19:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T19:25:14.868-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny face Emery</title><content type='html'>I had to share these. They are too funny and sweet. I'm going to miss her faces since she's growing so fast...........&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tKtvI14OQEo/S-i_bZh8kDI/AAAAAAAAAUo/c2-raKUw554/s1600/IMG_2239.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tKtvI14OQEo/S-i_bZh8kDI/AAAAAAAAAUo/c2-raKUw554/s400/IMG_2239.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469832224872108082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This was the result of her tasting lime.
&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tKtvI14OQEo/S-i_a3gmFPI/AAAAAAAAAUg/dhevdxcaF68/s1600/IMG_2240.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tKtvI14OQEo/S-i_a3gmFPI/AAAAAAAAAUg/dhevdxcaF68/s400/IMG_2240.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469832215739634930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She was glad it was over.
&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tKtvI14OQEo/S-i_ajFeSdI/AAAAAAAAAUY/ykMwYszUtm8/s1600/IMG_2283.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tKtvI14OQEo/S-i_ajFeSdI/AAAAAAAAAUY/ykMwYszUtm8/s400/IMG_2283.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469832210257168850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Getting ready for bed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2066373326202188233-7000745812695038952?l=gumbert.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gumbert.blogspot.com/feeds/7000745812695038952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2066373326202188233&amp;postID=7000745812695038952' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2066373326202188233/posts/default/7000745812695038952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2066373326202188233/posts/default/7000745812695038952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gumbert.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-had-to-share-these.html' title='Funny face Emery'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12629182832932021673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tKtvI14OQEo/TTdNMQitfII/AAAAAAAAAcw/i44fCOKshMc/S220/IMG_2141.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tKtvI14OQEo/S-i_bZh8kDI/AAAAAAAAAUo/c2-raKUw554/s72-c/IMG_2239.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2066373326202188233.post-2017973664398329693</id><published>2010-05-05T23:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T23:27:41.116-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm reposting a post of a post.</title><content type='html'>This is filled with TRUTH. And boy, do we all need Truth. I was compelled to share that this was part of my testimony, I had to face this decision at one point, when God was drawing me to Himself. I am thankful for the events in my life that led me to Christ. He is so good. Be encouraged and provoked to love Him. And read it, really read it. I love you all.
&lt;a href="http://www.girltalkhome.com/blog/category/purity/"&gt;http://www.girltalkhome.com/blog/category/purity/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.girltalkhome.com/blog/category/purity/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2066373326202188233-2017973664398329693?l=gumbert.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gumbert.blogspot.com/feeds/2017973664398329693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2066373326202188233&amp;postID=2017973664398329693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2066373326202188233/posts/default/2017973664398329693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2066373326202188233/posts/default/2017973664398329693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gumbert.blogspot.com/2010/05/im-reposting-post-of-post.html' title='I&apos;m reposting a post of a post.'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12629182832932021673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tKtvI14OQEo/TTdNMQitfII/AAAAAAAAAcw/i44fCOKshMc/S220/IMG_2141.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2066373326202188233.post-3160161080103807491</id><published>2010-05-04T15:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T15:45:27.639-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WHO GOES TO CHUCK E CHEESE ANYMORE?</title><content type='html'>Haha. We just went Monday, for Emery's cousin Natalie. Grandma put it together and because it landed on a Monday of all days, of course Chuck E Cheese has never let a child down. I remembered playing there and loving the car race games. The food is disgusting by the way.&lt;div&gt;So Emery had a blast, she absolutely loved Chuck E. Is the 'E' his middle initial?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, here's some cute snaps.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9iamvuxTeNY/S-Cgh6ztGxI/AAAAAAAAACw/08V88AS2QBo/s1600/IMG_2331.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9iamvuxTeNY/S-Cgh6ztGxI/AAAAAAAAACw/08V88AS2QBo/s320/IMG_2331.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467546452210031378" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
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I woke up with that painful sore throat of a feeling three days ago. I had been getting strange sore throats on and off, I thought it was allergy related, they'd last for a few hours sometimes and other times for a few days. Well, they would eventually go away. Naturally it was happening again? No. Thursday comes around, I went out for a sweet walk around the property with some friends, I realized how windy it was and thought to myself,  '&lt;b&gt;oh no I hope my sore throat's ok'&lt;/b&gt; as if the wind was going to cause it to get worse, although that is controversial, some say yes others say absolutely not.... whatever, but if you ask me, I seem to get worse in the cold. &lt;div&gt;I get the chills later on in the day. The cills mean serious damage is coming my way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh wait! back up, I woke up extremely happy to be celebrating my 4th wedding anniversary with my Josh that day.............we had no plans, at least for that day, except me cooking his favorite dish. However his parents were leaving town, I mean the country and we really wanted Emery to have time with them. Unfortunately that was the &lt;b&gt;ONLY&lt;/b&gt; night. We hung out there for a few hours. It was nice. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mind you, we're going out this month without the Emmy girl to celebrate. Rabbit trail....But it leads somewhere. We're not lost yet...Where was I? Kidding. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm putting Emery down for bed, we're leaving his parents, and I fall asleep w her. I am outrageously cold as well, Josh gets our things together, takes Emery from me, we jump in the car and take off. I remember being in and out of sleep the whole way home, which is only 10 min from his parents. Josh parks the car, I get out in a panic, place my hand on our stair way and about throw up, I was too cold to stand outside though, I managed to climb the stairs and run to the bathroom. I threw up, vomited, projectile, puked, whichever you prefer, I think it's exactly what it sounds like, still gross, no difference to me. Then Josh lifts me off the floor, brings me to our room, gets Emery in the crib, gets me water, a puke bowl and tucks me into bed. He slept on our couch and of course Emery woke up 4 times that night. I would hear her every time and felt bad I couldn't help, typically I'd nurse her, but not that many times either...... I was miserable. I was sleeping in my sweat. I was terribly hot then painfully cold. My back hurt from shivering. Very weird, it all happened within hours. It felt like I just lost a fight of some violent sort. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well Josh had a bottle ready for her and did his Fatherly duties. &lt;b&gt;It was so sweet.&lt;/b&gt; I knew he was exhausted. I had a new found respect for him, as he did for me. He wanted so bad to help me feel better fast, I know he prayed for me and the next morning I was recovering. Hands down was that the weirdest sick times. It was a bug of some awful kind. No fun to get. I'm over it, Just feel like a snail or a slow worm. I've been trying to do a little here and there and lay low for a couple days. After four years of marriage He cares to watch over me, I get tingles in my stomach thinking about it. No it's not the sickness either. I know it might get harder and more challenging with more years to come, but by the Grace of God through faith we have promised our lives to each other and I am willing to take care of him if he needed diapers or dentures. I pray our love ignites daily for one another and we continue to be honest and clear and kind and funny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Josh is my hero, I love my husband. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm reminded that God intended for the man to provide and care for his wife as Christ cares and loves his bride the church &lt;b&gt;(&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:'trebuchet ms', arial, helvetica;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Husbands, love your wives, as Christ loved the church and gave himself up for her EPH 5:25). And we wives have a very unique role to support and respect our husband. Ladies, we are blessed. As a follower of Christ, vows are sacred and promised. I'm thankful we are dependent on God who gave us the perfect promise of a His son and his sacrifice to save us. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:'trebuchet ms', arial, helvetica;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;We are honored to display this agape love in any event in our marriage. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:'trebuchet ms', arial, helvetica;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I love you Josh!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2066373326202188233-6062660679805661350?l=gumbert.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gumbert.blogspot.com/feeds/6062660679805661350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2066373326202188233&amp;postID=6062660679805661350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2066373326202188233/posts/default/6062660679805661350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2066373326202188233/posts/default/6062660679805661350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gumbert.blogspot.com/2010/05/to-have-and-to-hold-in-sickness-and-in.html' title='To have and to hold, In Sickness and in Health.'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12629182832932021673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tKtvI14OQEo/TTdNMQitfII/AAAAAAAAAcw/i44fCOKshMc/S220/IMG_2141.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tKtvI14OQEo/S90RSCohK_I/AAAAAAAAAUA/FdIHhq7-LLI/s72-c/us.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2066373326202188233.post-1989696646568399866</id><published>2010-04-26T13:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T19:48:19.447-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Like Decorating......So Sue Me......</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tKtvI14OQEo/S9YDMEXstHI/AAAAAAAAATI/Bl3um2YdwUI/s1600/IMG_2204.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 454px; float: left; height: 265px; cursor: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464558703727129714" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tKtvI14OQEo/S9YDMEXstHI/AAAAAAAAATI/Bl3um2YdwUI/s400/IMG_2204.JPG" width="462" height="269" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The best part about this is, it hasn't cost me a cent.........at least not yet. Most things I've picked up as gifts or cool finds around my house. And hand-me-downs.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I don't know why I'm placing additional things to Emery's room, since we've been looking into buying a home recently. It's not going very far though, but God's timing is good and I have to remind myself of that daily. I have a reoccurring theme of nature and sweet vintage going on in her room but at the same time I feel lost... Emmy and I were out for a walk on the property we live on and I found this beautiful branch of leaves. I found it to be whimsical in a sense, so I played around w it until it made its way into her room. I was going to get rid of that enormous plant vase or clay thingy, but i didn't. I might paint on it someday too. One project at a time.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tKtvI14OQEo/S9X9GJK9bEI/AAAAAAAAASw/6TCGNw21FwE/s1600/IMG_2200.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 406px; display: block; height: 234px; cursor: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464552004866894914" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tKtvI14OQEo/S9X9GJK9bEI/AAAAAAAAASw/6TCGNw21FwE/s400/IMG_2200.JPG" width="414" height="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Originally this branch was bare with no leaves on it but I thought I'd hot glue some of those pretty boys onto it and use it for a room eventually. If you're thinking why didn't she just grab a branch w leaves on it, good question. The branch was what I wanted but the leaves didn't come w it:) Man made branch w leaves.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tKtvI14OQEo/S9X9FhTnSqI/AAAAAAAAASo/wqYXxCGUmzk/s1600/IMG_2199.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 402px; display: block; height: 232px; cursor: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464551994165775010" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tKtvI14OQEo/S9X9FhTnSqI/AAAAAAAAASo/wqYXxCGUmzk/s400/IMG_2199.JPG" width="410" height="236" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I like the idea of branches hanging from walls, I have this one (below) in our living area above our television, I've slowly been adding little birdies to it. Yes those are the real leaves, I hair sprayed the heck out of them and as a result they aren't falling off.'&lt;i&gt; Can you say, pretty birds? Pretty birds.'&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tKtvI14OQEo/S9YASbSr2pI/AAAAAAAAATA/eeJgDsfFzNg/s1600/IMG_2218.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 365px; display: block; height: 211px; cursor: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464555514424449682" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tKtvI14OQEo/S9YASbSr2pI/AAAAAAAAATA/eeJgDsfFzNg/s400/IMG_2218.JPG" width="373" height="215" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tKtvI14OQEo/S9YAR68B67I/AAAAAAAAAS4/nIi0lhrp0HQ/s1600/IMG_2217.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 383px; display: block; height: 221px; cursor: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464555505739492274" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tKtvI14OQEo/S9YAR68B67I/AAAAAAAAAS4/nIi0lhrp0HQ/s400/IMG_2217.JPG" width="391" height="225" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;   &lt;div style="text-align: center"&gt;&lt;span  class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000ee;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tKtvI14OQEo/S9YAR68B67I/AAAAAAAAAS4/nIi0lhrp0HQ/s1600/IMG_2217.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;    &lt;div style="text-align: center"&gt;It's my style..... I've been wanting to paint for the longest time, wait let me tell you, 2 years to be exact, obviously it's not that important to me. Now that I work at home taking care of Emery and my house, I'll probably never get to it since I'm hopeful to move out soon now. If we don;t and God closes the door on buying a home then maybe, just maybe I'll have some free time to paint some walls. Any color suggestions?&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tKtvI14OQEo/S9X9FEJvgVI/AAAAAAAAASg/KK1edhnioWk/s1600/IMG_2204.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2066373326202188233-1989696646568399866?l=gumbert.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gumbert.blogspot.com/feeds/1989696646568399866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2066373326202188233&amp;postID=1989696646568399866' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2066373326202188233/posts/default/1989696646568399866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2066373326202188233/posts/default/1989696646568399866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gumbert.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-like-decoratingso-sue-me.html' title='I Like Decorating......So Sue Me......'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12629182832932021673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tKtvI14OQEo/TTdNMQitfII/AAAAAAAAAcw/i44fCOKshMc/S220/IMG_2141.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tKtvI14OQEo/S9YDMEXstHI/AAAAAAAAATI/Bl3um2YdwUI/s72-c/IMG_2204.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2066373326202188233.post-4894857504830980724</id><published>2010-04-15T00:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T00:28:44.036-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I share my music because it&apos;s so sweet'/><title type='text'>i share my music because it's the best</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101);   line-height: 20px; font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:14px;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;What does it mean?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I know many of you probably aren't familiar with this band, THRICE. Well, they are AMAZING! This is one of my favorite songs they've written lyrically and that's hard for me to say. Dustin the lead singer, writes great songs. Musically, it's more groovy than their typical flavor:) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;This song reminds me of 1Pet 2:11 when we as Christians are referred to as 'sojourners and exiles'. It is awesome!. Followers of Christ are only here momentarily, we'll be seeing Him soon and very soon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Here's a snippet of a verse and the chorus. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;"I am an exile a sojourner, a citizen of some other place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;all I've seen is just a glimmer in a shadowy mirror&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;but I know one day we'll see face to face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;chorus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;My heart is filled with songs of forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;a city that endures where all is made new&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;I know I don't belong here I'll never &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;call this place my home &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;I'm just passing through"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101);   line-height: 20px; font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:14px;"&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;This song here was put out on Dustin's solo album 'This good night'. In the past he has released his albums during the winter time, which is neat. He covers a bunch of Christmas songs and writes more Jesus songs throughout. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;"This is War'' is a sweet tune. Just go buy their jams, it's worth the itunes downloads. You tell me what it means. Ask me if you can't figure it out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101);   line-height: 20px; font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:14px;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;color:#656565;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="line-height: 20px; font-size:-webkit-xxx-large;"&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/k0RbWg0UCKE&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/k0RbWg0UCKE&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2066373326202188233-4894857504830980724?l=gumbert.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gumbert.blogspot.com/feeds/4894857504830980724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2066373326202188233&amp;postID=4894857504830980724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2066373326202188233/posts/default/4894857504830980724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2066373326202188233/posts/default/4894857504830980724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gumbert.blogspot.com/2010/04/what-does-it-mean-i-know-many-of-you.html' title='i share my music because it&apos;s the best'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12629182832932021673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tKtvI14OQEo/TTdNMQitfII/AAAAAAAAAcw/i44fCOKshMc/S220/IMG_2141.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2066373326202188233.post-8373371374301462510</id><published>2010-04-04T22:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T23:06:33.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'>That's why we write 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tKtvI14OQEo/S7l9InodlCI/AAAAAAAAASY/SxmI5yoO4QU/s1600/MagdaleneTomb1927.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 282px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tKtvI14OQEo/S7l9InodlCI/AAAAAAAAASY/SxmI5yoO4QU/s400/MagdaleneTomb1927.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456530010567185442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="chapter-num"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;  color: rgb(0, 102, 204); font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Matthew 28:1 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;   font-family:Georgia, serif;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Now after the Sabbath, toward the dawn of the first day of the week, Mary Magdalene and the other Mary went to see the tomb.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;   font-family:Georgia, serif;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;   font-family:Georgia, serif;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;And behold, there was a great earthquake, for an angel of the Lord descended from heaven and came and rolled back the stone and sat on it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;   font-family:Georgia, serif;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="verse-num"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;   font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;   font-family:Georgia, serif;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;His appearance was like lightning, and his clothing white as snow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span class="verse-num"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;   font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;   font-family:Georgia, serif;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;And for fear of him the guards trembled and became like dead men.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;   font-family:Georgia, serif;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;   font-family:Georgia, serif;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;But the angel said to the women, “Do not be afraid, for I know that you seek Jesus who was crucified.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;   font-family:Georgia, serif;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;   font-family:Georgia, serif;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;He is not here, for he has risen, as he said. Come, see the place where he&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;   font-family:Georgia, serif;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;   font-family:Georgia, serif;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;lay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span class="verse-num"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;   font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;   font-family:Georgia, serif;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Then go quickly and tell his disciples that he has risen from the dead, and behold, he is going before you to Galilee; there you will see him. See, I have told you.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;   font-family:Georgia, serif;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="verse-num"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;   font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;   font-family:Georgia, serif;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;So they departed quickly from the tomb with fear and great joy, and ran to tell his disciples.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;   font-family:Georgia, serif;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="verse-num"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;   font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;   font-family:Georgia, serif;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;And behold, Jesus met them and said,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;   font-family:Georgia, serif;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="woc"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;   font-family:Georgia, serif;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;“Greetings!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;   font-family:Georgia, serif;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;   font-family:Georgia, serif;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;And they came up and took hold of his feet and worshiped him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span class="verse-num"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;   font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;   font-family:Georgia, serif;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Then Jesus said to them,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;   font-family:Georgia, serif;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="woc"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;   font-family:Georgia, serif;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;“Do not be afraid; go and tell my brothers to go to Galilee, and there they will see me.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How come Easter is not the favorite holiday for many? Especially Christians? Well maybe it is for you but for most, I don't think it is, you know when you ask those icebreaker questions, 'what's your favorite holiday" it's rarely Easter. It's typically something like Thanksgiving, not so we can be thankful but to indulge in food right? Eater is such a joyous celebration, the only one we should rejoice in at most. Not many know it's the most important one to know of; Jesus has risen from the dead and is Lord, and the world says it's cool to avoid it. Sadly the world will end and there won't be a chance to avoid it then. Christ is and has been proven, that's why we write April 4th 2010 today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was moved today at Church by the power of Scripture and worship in song. We sing a song called &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Jesus paid it all"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; and it's the only true truth, He had to go to the cross to pay the debt you and me owed for our sins, and because God is so Holy he only allows perfection in His presence and that was His spotless lamb, Christ. He sacrificed His Son for me and you. We have a unique responsibility to respond to this message of salvation; we can deny it, delay it, or delight in it. &lt;b&gt; Deny it&lt;/b&gt; by saying He is not for you and in no need for God, &lt;b&gt;delay it&lt;/b&gt; and say there's no urgency, you have everything you need right now, health and all, or &lt;b&gt;delight&lt;/b&gt; in Him by admitting your a sinner in need of a Savior and will place all dependence on Christ, meaning you will follow Him when life's at it's best or life at its worst.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, to answer my opening question, a lot of christians don't worship the true Gospel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My point is not to say, 'if your favorite holiday is not Easter, you;re not a christian,' no, it's to say just as I was reminded this morning, to remember we serve a Living God and we can celebrate that everyday, we can blog about that always, we can speak of it with our friends, it can be our facebook status and should be our life if we're declaring Him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I along w others around the world are called by Grace, and what a sweet calling it is. What a sweet love and mercy poured over me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So the end of the song is sung like this; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;"oh praise the One, who paid my debt and raised this life up from dead"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My prayer is that you know Jesus, that He didn't just make history, but is making the present and future as well and if you don't know him, that you will before time ends.
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I follow the &lt;b&gt;LIVING AND ACTIVE GOD&lt;/b&gt;! His resurrection was proven and Jesus is Lord. I'm a sinner dependent on my Savior. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2066373326202188233-8373371374301462510?l=gumbert.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gumbert.blogspot.com/feeds/8373371374301462510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2066373326202188233&amp;postID=8373371374301462510' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2066373326202188233/posts/default/8373371374301462510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2066373326202188233/posts/default/8373371374301462510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gumbert.blogspot.com/2010/04/thats-why-we-write-2010.html' title='That&apos;s why we write 2010'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12629182832932021673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tKtvI14OQEo/TTdNMQitfII/AAAAAAAAAcw/i44fCOKshMc/S220/IMG_2141.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tKtvI14OQEo/S7l9InodlCI/AAAAAAAAASY/SxmI5yoO4QU/s72-c/MagdaleneTomb1927.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2066373326202188233.post-5656632447527548254</id><published>2010-03-29T23:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T23:46:56.013-07:00</updated><title type='text'>San Diego Zoo First Timers.</title><content type='html'>Oh the Zoo, how do you do?&lt;div&gt;I was not aware that California has the World's best zoo. I love my home state even more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Had some passes from Josh's parents to the zoo. Josh was the only one who couldn't make it which was sad since it would have been our first time together as a little family and always more fun.. Emery absolutely &lt;b&gt;ENJOYS everything that moves &lt;/b&gt;and that which does not move is either a plant or flower and she likes it just as much. It's pretty funny, she is almost studying things. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The reptiles were first, Jason (Josh's bro) and Stephanie (jason;s wife) and Melia (daughter) joined us, they know the in's and out's of that place. It was creepy with those cold blooded creatures....the snakes of course, not Jason and Steph:)
&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tKtvI14OQEo/S7GXLOeEiRI/AAAAAAAAASQ/PoieX5BoE9c/s1600/IMG_1994.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tKtvI14OQEo/S7GXLOeEiRI/AAAAAAAAASQ/PoieX5BoE9c/s400/IMG_1994.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454306842840959250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I want to say she's so bright, she points at what we point out, but she touches everything. I'm glad they have everything behind cages, she'd have chewed up phalanges by the end of the visit. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tKtvI14OQEo/S7GXK0eD90I/AAAAAAAAASI/-5yg1HQZw9E/s1600/IMG_2001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tKtvI14OQEo/S7GXK0eD90I/AAAAAAAAASI/-5yg1HQZw9E/s400/IMG_2001.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454306835861600066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is Grampa Dave, he was so happy to let Emery 'hang out' w him.............literally.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And this is the ugly yellow boa constrictor that has a short life span due to its visible colors that leave it vulnerable to its predators.
&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tKtvI14OQEo/S7GXKYu17AI/AAAAAAAAASA/6m35DVhzZZY/s1600/IMG_2028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tKtvI14OQEo/S7GXKYu17AI/AAAAAAAAASA/6m35DVhzZZY/s400/IMG_2028.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454306828415790082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I could spend most of my time watching these animals. Yes I believe they are animals and nothing more, we didn't come from the pro-simians...anyway, that's a whole other topic. So as I was saying, they are quite interesting, maybe because of the profound human likeness? Sure, they are disgusting as well, this little guy was pooped on by his fellow primate and then the other fellow came over to eat it off, gross, i know but it was happening right in front of our eyes.
&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tKtvI14OQEo/S7GXJ37cwJI/AAAAAAAAAR4/mpu1IrAQbHs/s1600/IMG_2051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tKtvI14OQEo/S7GXJ37cwJI/AAAAAAAAAR4/mpu1IrAQbHs/s400/IMG_2051.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454306819610296466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The turtles were her absolute favorite, there was a tall ledge, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;I placed her on it so she was more excited that she was at eye level w the swimming guys. Oh man that opened mouth expresses it all.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tKtvI14OQEo/S7GXJVAqHzI/AAAAAAAAARw/T3Etok9ZJ_0/s1600/IMG_2044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tKtvI14OQEo/S7GXJVAqHzI/AAAAAAAAARw/T3Etok9ZJ_0/s400/IMG_2044.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454306810236903218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; "&gt;Sad story, but sweet to...these 3 little girls, obviously not literally speaking, are all related in some way, the gorilla at top of photo is actually the baby's mom, while the gorilla at bottom is the aunt. Short story, mom couldn't breastfeed so the sister could, the baby gorilla, which is named 'Frank', bonded w the aunt, and that's that. The mother follows them everywhere:( Anyway, it is what it is, and that's pretty interesting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Well we have more passes to the park, we'll get there sooner than later hopefully. I liked it since they let you bring your food in, or at least they didn't check and weren't strict. I spent 10 dollars for a bottled water, coffee, side of rice and beans and a massive ice cream cone that I couldn't finish but was delicious. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Side note, we didn't even walk the entire park, i like that I have more to see when we return&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;GOODNIGHT ya'll............Adios!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2066373326202188233-5656632447527548254?l=gumbert.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gumbert.blogspot.com/feeds/5656632447527548254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2066373326202188233&amp;postID=5656632447527548254' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2066373326202188233/posts/default/5656632447527548254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2066373326202188233/posts/default/5656632447527548254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gumbert.blogspot.com/2010/03/san-diego-zoo-first-timers.html' title='San Diego Zoo First Timers.'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12629182832932021673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tKtvI14OQEo/TTdNMQitfII/AAAAAAAAAcw/i44fCOKshMc/S220/IMG_2141.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tKtvI14OQEo/S7GXLOeEiRI/AAAAAAAAASQ/PoieX5BoE9c/s72-c/IMG_1994.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2066373326202188233.post-5877066163212727520</id><published>2010-03-13T18:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T19:28:34.808-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Those things we do.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tKtvI14OQEo/S5xWDVaP6dI/AAAAAAAAARA/1gKbQFQhKJo/s1600-h/IMG_1416.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tKtvI14OQEo/S5xWDVaP6dI/AAAAAAAAARA/1gKbQFQhKJo/s400/IMG_1416.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448324264498293202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Practice her balance skills...
&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tKtvI14OQEo/S5xWC7RAfQI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/0DrCITuirxE/s1600-h/IMG_1239.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tKtvI14OQEo/S5xWC7RAfQI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/0DrCITuirxE/s400/IMG_1239.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448324257480211714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Take her out for sunny hikes. She likes her Bjorn
&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tKtvI14OQEo/S5xWCqN7F3I/AAAAAAAAAQw/yebrgPQyOYY/s1600-h/IMG_1078.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tKtvI14OQEo/S5xWCqN7F3I/AAAAAAAAAQw/yebrgPQyOYY/s400/IMG_1078.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448324252903872370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Put her an a dolls stroller and do not stroll it, just for pictures. Although, it would be funny, however, the belt isn't big enough to strap around her belly.........
&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tKtvI14OQEo/S5xWCGrAu6I/AAAAAAAAAQo/hxhtKQSRTiE/s1600-h/IMG_1017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tKtvI14OQEo/S5xWCGrAu6I/AAAAAAAAAQo/hxhtKQSRTiE/s400/IMG_1017.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448324243362200482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Let her play with Mami Rosa's over-sized remote.....
&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tKtvI14OQEo/S5xSlDAh4XI/AAAAAAAAAQg/dtvcypnnKkk/s1600-h/IMG_1272.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tKtvI14OQEo/S5xSlDAh4XI/AAAAAAAAAQg/dtvcypnnKkk/s400/IMG_1272.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448320445627621746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Josh and Emery. Oh yes and her burnt face, he had her on his lap and sat too close to a campfire one night. No worries, she was completely fine, this was about 3 mos ago, he's learning. He said he didn't realize he was sitting that close.....mmmmhmmm. This is why I like getting pictures, you can go back and laugh, cry or express other emotions.
&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tKtvI14OQEo/S5xSkdHIQ2I/AAAAAAAAAQY/US5jMlv6lpU/s1600-h/IMG_1326.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tKtvI14OQEo/S5xSkdHIQ2I/AAAAAAAAAQY/US5jMlv6lpU/s400/IMG_1326.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448320435454755682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We play on the bed. She likes practicing her rolling skills on the soft mattress.
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&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tKtvI14OQEo/S5xSjCrCLqI/AAAAAAAAAQA/3keiEv2M1sM/s1600-h/IMG_1552.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tKtvI14OQEo/S5xSjCrCLqI/AAAAAAAAAQA/3keiEv2M1sM/s400/IMG_1552.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448320411177725602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One of our favorite things to do, hang out in our jammies while cooking a late dinner. Emery was probably asleep in this picture.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2066373326202188233-5877066163212727520?l=gumbert.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gumbert.blogspot.com/feeds/5877066163212727520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2066373326202188233&amp;postID=5877066163212727520' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2066373326202188233/posts/default/5877066163212727520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2066373326202188233/posts/default/5877066163212727520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gumbert.blogspot.com/2010/03/those-things-we-do.html' title='Those things we do.'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12629182832932021673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tKtvI14OQEo/TTdNMQitfII/AAAAAAAAAcw/i44fCOKshMc/S220/IMG_2141.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tKtvI14OQEo/S5xWDVaP6dI/AAAAAAAAARA/1gKbQFQhKJo/s72-c/IMG_1416.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2066373326202188233.post-112676952778624729</id><published>2010-03-11T14:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T15:15:05.280-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Food and Smiles Keep us Going......</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tKtvI14OQEo/S5l1FINaw-I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/_fkk94omcew/s1600-h/IMG_1857.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tKtvI14OQEo/S5l1FINaw-I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/_fkk94omcew/s400/IMG_1857.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447513955244884962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me and Emery have been a little 'under the weather' recently, nothing too bad, but still not 100%. She just had some shots for her 6 mos appt and had a little fever also, but we've had a head cold for a week now.&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I didn't really want to spend much time cooking and in my kitchen so I had made a pasta salad a couple days ago, which I have separated dry ingredients from wet, i placed the cabbage and chicken in a Tupperware as well as the dressing in there own compartment. The pasta I put in a zip lock bag, well it's a great recipe from the pioneer woman of course;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;a href="http://thepioneerwoman.com/cooking/2008/03/my_most_favorite_salad_ever_ever_ever_ever/"&gt;http://thepioneerwoman.com/cooking/2008/03/my_most_favorite_salad_ever_eve&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://thepioneerwoman.com/cooking/2008/03/my_most_favorite_salad_ever_ever_ever_ever/"&gt;r_ever_ever/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I thought this was great, it's healthy and the past couple of days have been sunny and beautiful to eat outside. Which made me feel better, thinking of summer time. Well you should try it, a good idea to have stored in your fridge on a day when your hunny isn't home you can have a nice, healthy, and delicious girlie meal. I did change it up a bit, I didn't have bell peppers in the salad or jalapenos. Oh, also I used spaghetti instead of linguine noodles. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wake up anticipating her cute faces. Everyday she surprises us.  What gets us out of bed on a lazy sick day is the &lt;b&gt;GRACE OF GOD&lt;/b&gt; because He's completely in control and good, as well as His sweet gift of smiling faces. And funny ones too...............&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tKtvI14OQEo/S5l12ITf9fI/AAAAAAAAAP4/ZGRtjQiuyp4/s1600-h/IMG_1686.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tKtvI14OQEo/S5l12ITf9fI/AAAAAAAAAP4/ZGRtjQiuyp4/s400/IMG_1686.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447514797083981298" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Scary. Arrrrgghhhhh!
&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tKtvI14OQEo/S5l1168WuAI/AAAAAAAAAPw/9gol2UcO2mA/s1600-h/IMG_1796.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tKtvI14OQEo/S5l1168WuAI/AAAAAAAAAPw/9gol2UcO2mA/s400/IMG_1796.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447514793497245698" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh you know what your smiling for.

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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2066373326202188233-112676952778624729?l=gumbert.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gumbert.blogspot.com/feeds/112676952778624729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2066373326202188233&amp;postID=112676952778624729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2066373326202188233/posts/default/112676952778624729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2066373326202188233/posts/default/112676952778624729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gumbert.blogspot.com/2010/03/food-and-smiles-keep-us-going.html' title='Food and Smiles Keep us Going......'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12629182832932021673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tKtvI14OQEo/TTdNMQitfII/AAAAAAAAAcw/i44fCOKshMc/S220/IMG_2141.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tKtvI14OQEo/S5l1FINaw-I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/_fkk94omcew/s72-c/IMG_1857.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2066373326202188233.post-1877866420830025647</id><published>2010-03-05T21:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T22:36:11.128-08:00</updated><title type='text'>6 months with Emery</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tKtvI14OQEo/S5HydPa-oSI/AAAAAAAAAPE/xIQGh-n3gS4/s1600-h/Emery6MOS112jrepairbw4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tKtvI14OQEo/S5HydPa-oSI/AAAAAAAAAPE/xIQGh-n3gS4/s400/Emery6MOS112jrepairbw4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445400008637456674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Our good friend is a photographer, she came out to our place with her sweet daughters to do Emmy's 6 mos pictures. I absolutely &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;LOVE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;pictures. I was so sad when one of our laptops crashed we couldn't restore our picture files and we hadn't backed them up, sadly, so we lost pics of Emery for about 4 mos of her life, but we have a few. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Well this shoot was so special because I was able to share it with one of my best friends, my sister Rosy, while she was making Emmy laugh I would stare at my daughter and remember all the faces she used to do and some that she still does. The neatest part was being so thankful for a friend like my sister, whom I trust dearly. Tracy our friend and the photographer, reminded me that Rosebud and I have a special relationship, I have known that we're pretty close, but haven't thought of the 'tightness' of that friendship. I'm &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;GLAD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt; beyond words that Rosy is around for Emery, she's going to grow up to love her tia in a special way. I don;t want this to sound heartless to any other aunties of hers, but I know they will not be offended, they all know Rosy's around too much:) By GOD'S loving kindness, He's grown my sister and I in ways we'd never imagine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;I love all my others 5 sisters (that includes sister in laws) but Rosy is closest in age to me, we serve in the same ministry, attend the same church and our husbands are best friends......and we are the most different in personalities...you know what they say, opposites attract:) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;She's great to have around, loud, fun, obnoxious, sweet, strong (physically and emotionally and Spiritually), a good wife, servant and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;honest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt; person., &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;MOSTLY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt; she lives to love Jesus Christ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;This is not to boast or flatter her, but to Praise and exalt the one who changes hearts of people &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;FOR HIS GLORY! Proverbs 31&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Thanks sissy pants!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You can check out Tracy's work and thanks to Jessy (her daughter) for editing. &lt;a href="http://www.tracydodsonphotography.com/"&gt; http://www.tracydodsonphotography.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2066373326202188233-1877866420830025647?l=gumbert.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gumbert.blogspot.com/feeds/1877866420830025647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2066373326202188233&amp;postID=1877866420830025647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2066373326202188233/posts/default/1877866420830025647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2066373326202188233/posts/default/1877866420830025647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gumbert.blogspot.com/2010/03/6-months-with-emery.html' title='6 months with Emery'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12629182832932021673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tKtvI14OQEo/TTdNMQitfII/AAAAAAAAAcw/i44fCOKshMc/S220/IMG_2141.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tKtvI14OQEo/S5HydPa-oSI/AAAAAAAAAPE/xIQGh-n3gS4/s72-c/Emery6MOS112jrepairbw4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2066373326202188233.post-8235438359394472287</id><published>2010-02-26T07:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T08:35:22.778-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Book</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;h2&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-weight: normal;  font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;h2&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.gnpcb.org/products/9781433502804.jpg" alt="Worldliness" class="medium" style="float: left; margin-right: 20px; " /&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I'm grateful for true biblical teaching of pastors who have a heart to write for the passion of reflecting the Word of God. I've had this book in our mini library at home, it's one of those they give out for free at conferences because it's so important and needed in the Church.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; I'm on chapter 4 and being 'rocked' by it, in other words, I'm being sharpened by this book. I was reminded when watching a sad youtube clip on a pastor who does NOT preach the true gospel, that their are many "so-called" Christians, and yes I was one of them 7 years ago. I wanted to please people, I never placed God as a priority in life unless it was a bible study or Sunday mornings at church, yes then I'd think of Him. With sin haunting my mind, Inever knew Hope. I loved being pleased by people and doing things in this world that I new were wrong but if they made me happy that's what mattered. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Well, It was a book similar to this one that God shared His amazing grace with me. In light of the Scripture &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;(2 TIM 4:10)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;, reading that passage and seeing how Demas whom was a companion of Paul was not saved in the end because he loved the world and what it had to offer, which sadly is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;NOTHING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; at all. I thought to myself, why God am I sooo scared to die? I knew right then God was calling me to truly know Him, to know Him for himself, to love and make Him my priority.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;It is all based on the Gospel with the direction of always leading you back to the Cross, what Christ's work and sacrifice has done. And all for the glory of the Father. That my desire is not to fall for the deception of this world &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;(COL 2:8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;) but the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;LONGING &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;to pursue the things that will last, pursue God and His Kingdom. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;(1 JOHN 2:15)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;. The theme of this book is resisting wordliness, but exalting Christ is it's aim. I know that we as believers, followers of Jesus are attracted to things of this world, and this book will lead you to Scripture to overcome that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;MEDITATE ON THE CROSS. CONSIDER THE WONDERS OF THE SAVIOR WHO DIED FOR SINNERS AND ROSE VICTORIOUS OVER SIN AND DEATH. DWELL WHERE THE CRIES OF CALVARY ARE LOUDER THAN THE CLAMOR OF THIS WORLD'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;
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Maybe I've been convicted alone, I hope you have been waking up grateful beyond grateful for your home, food, family, jobs and church. I love those around me, who have inspired me to be more compassionate for the &lt;b&gt;LEAST OF THESE. &lt;/b&gt;I hope I live a life knowing tomorrow is not promised to me (James 4;13) and disaster can strike any moment, and if it did happen &lt;b&gt;am I faithful to say God is enough, is it well with my soul?&lt;/b&gt; Press on for that. I challenge you to pray. It's not over just because it's not the headlines every morning on the news anymore.&lt;div&gt;This is just a small picture of the giant disaster that struck and those reaping what it sowed.  Mark &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Driscoll&lt;/span&gt; and a team from Mars Hill aired out there a few days after the earthquake, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;here's&lt;/span&gt; a video they put together. Be encouraged to love and care.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(246, 194, 39); white-space: pre; font-family:Arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="275"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.marshillchurch.org/v/m7ipwxo6iiqb"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.marshillchurch.org/v/m7ipwxo6iiqb" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" allowscriptaccess="always" height="275"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2066373326202188233-674687555994635622?l=gumbert.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gumbert.blogspot.com/feeds/674687555994635622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2066373326202188233&amp;postID=674687555994635622' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2066373326202188233/posts/default/674687555994635622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2066373326202188233/posts/default/674687555994635622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gumbert.blogspot.com/2010/01/haiti-on-our-hearts.html' title='Haiti on our Hearts.'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12629182832932021673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tKtvI14OQEo/TTdNMQitfII/AAAAAAAAAcw/i44fCOKshMc/S220/IMG_2141.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2066373326202188233.post-7721205108346378710</id><published>2010-01-25T20:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T21:44:14.647-08:00</updated><title type='text'>24 and counting....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tKtvI14OQEo/S15rNGbp83I/AAAAAAAAAOY/ALQ3yB4R4I4/s1600-h/josh+jen+and+emmy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 500px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tKtvI14OQEo/S15rNGbp83I/AAAAAAAAAOY/ALQ3yB4R4I4/s400/josh+jen+and+emmy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430896073464476530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
We celebrated my 24th birthday this month and it was special because we had Emery around this year.. My nephew Johnny has always liked photography and since he has a new camera he's been gettin' some cute shots of Emery and us. I absolutely loved this one.
 We enjoyed the anti-Abortion outreach at church that night, it was a great turnout. My parents opened their home afterwards of course, Josh bought 10 pizzas, we played music and did a little dancing, by the time we all left it was close to 1 in the morning. I don't know where we get our energy from, but I love my family and friends that can hang out that late and not be grumps. It was fun, my sister Angie drove around town looking for a place that was opened to buy some already made birthday cakes, we ended up with pies from Denny's and a Julian pie from Albertson's. She was so sweet to have done that, I didn't even get a slice because I wasn't up for it at the time. I thought it was funny because Josh's cousin and Hannah were slicing the pies and the table was literally covered with plates of pie. By that time everyone was winding down and didn't want to eat heavy sweets, but I told everyone that I wanted them to eat pie for my birthday and they felt obligated to for me. I love my friends and family. I had a great time and for some reason my birthdays are always super fun. I love that everyone loves to see each other as well. Thank you all for having made it a sweet and simple night for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2066373326202188233-7721205108346378710?l=gumbert.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gumbert.blogspot.com/feeds/7721205108346378710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2066373326202188233&amp;postID=7721205108346378710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2066373326202188233/posts/default/7721205108346378710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2066373326202188233/posts/default/7721205108346378710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gumbert.blogspot.com/2010/01/24-and-counting.html' title='24 and counting....'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12629182832932021673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tKtvI14OQEo/TTdNMQitfII/AAAAAAAAAcw/i44fCOKshMc/S220/IMG_2141.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tKtvI14OQEo/S15rNGbp83I/AAAAAAAAAOY/ALQ3yB4R4I4/s72-c/josh+jen+and+emmy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2066373326202188233.post-8286445268895806917</id><published>2010-01-21T09:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T21:42:24.496-08:00</updated><title type='text'>She's Growing up</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tKtvI14OQEo/S1iS-uVfwQI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/wRHhRE86vj4/s1600-h/IMG_1376.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 500px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tKtvI14OQEo/S1iS-uVfwQI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/wRHhRE86vj4/s400/IMG_1376.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429250957082870018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
So we've been spending most of our time playing and being entertained by our 18 week old baby girl. She is turning into a little pistol, she's grunting when she wants something, she cackels when you laugh at her and she opens her mouth to give besitos (kisses). She is grabbing and knocking things over now. I think one of my favorite things she's discovered is reaching out for me or Josh with her little arms and leaning herself forward for us. She's only 4 months old and I am already loosing track of her new things. She's really funny, she loves her Bumbo chair, it's this perfectly molded seat for infants, but I've seen a 2 year old fit his bum in there, it's universal. Anyway, she is maneuvering her hips around and lifting her little toosh up trying to escape.I need to buy a little belt for that now. 
Her favorite thing to do is play, she loves if you can make her laugh, Emery has a never-ending smile, I'm not joking about that, she really loves smiling. 
God has been teaching me humility this season of my life, once I think I have it down, she changes and I go back to my knees for patience, wisdom, and understanding. We love her and are grateful she s super healthy and playful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2066373326202188233-8286445268895806917?l=gumbert.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gumbert.blogspot.com/feeds/8286445268895806917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2066373326202188233&amp;postID=8286445268895806917' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2066373326202188233/posts/default/8286445268895806917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2066373326202188233/posts/default/8286445268895806917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gumbert.blogspot.com/2010/01/shes-growing-up.html' title='She&apos;s Growing up'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12629182832932021673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tKtvI14OQEo/TTdNMQitfII/AAAAAAAAAcw/i44fCOKshMc/S220/IMG_2141.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tKtvI14OQEo/S1iS-uVfwQI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/wRHhRE86vj4/s72-c/IMG_1376.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2066373326202188233.post-1868458664110564135</id><published>2009-09-22T14:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T14:26:47.821-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Emery Riane has Arrived!</title><content type='html'>6 lbs, 13 oz and 19 in of perfection. She was delivered after 45 minutes of pushing and didn't even cry. I looked at her and she stared back at me like she had missed me or something. It was so sweet. My daughter is exactly 18 days old and counting. Our world has been turned around and it is so good. Every moment of it. I wake up and just stare at her, thinking what a miracle a child is, life is. She is so alert and aware of her new home. I can't get enough of her and I love it. She has changed a ton already. 90% of people say she looks like her daddy, I don't see it much, but I definitely don't see any of me either. I do see little things, like her facial expressions, I see all Josh, she does this smile that reminds me of him. It is awesome. I cannot believe we are entrusted with a little soul, God is so gracious. He gives the gift of salvation and then the gift of children too. Thank you Father! Here are a few pictures Tracy shot of her. She is in this eating frenzy phase, all she wants to do is eat. Anyway, we said we tortured her that day, poor thing, at least you can't tell right? Go to her site to see the rest. http://www.tracydodsonphotography.com/2009/09/emery-murrieta-newborn-photography.html














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It is d-lish!!! It is not your ordinary coffee cake, and let me tell you, Josh and I don't even enjoy cake much. Funny fact actually, Josh will not do cake but likes cupcakes........... weirdo. It's cute I think. I attempted this because the picture had me convinced the cake was going to taste amazing. It looked so moist and rich. Did I mention it was coffee? Right, I've been pretty good with NOT drinking coffee, and caffeine in general, so I thought I'd binge on some instant coffee cake. 
Really, this is sooo good, it'd be the type of cake to bring over to a dinner party or have on a weekend, I'm thinking of baking it again for my Mom on her birthday. I like that Ree from the pioneer woman gives picture instructions on each step on her recipes. I'm a pretty visual person and sometimes, especially with cooking, I feel at times I'm not doing it right because it'll look weird to me. Anyway, I think you'll enjoy it as much as me and some friends did, (unless they were lying and ate more than one serving just to make me feel better),even if you don't like coffee or butter or sugar or richness.....
The only minor problem I ran into, was starting the cake too late, I didn't give it enough time to rest and cool, so when I went to flip it over it crumbled on me...and then it became "Coffee Explosion" cake. I put a picture up from her web then I took a picture of my version. If you try this, make sure you wait until it cools k:)

Goodness you can taste!
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It should not have turned out looking like this. Nonetheless, it was delicious.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2066373326202188233-7729427136072135073?l=gumbert.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gumbert.blogspot.com/feeds/7729427136072135073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2066373326202188233&amp;postID=7729427136072135073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2066373326202188233/posts/default/7729427136072135073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2066373326202188233/posts/default/7729427136072135073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gumbert.blogspot.com/2009/09/run-to-kitchen-and-bake-this-now.html' title='Run to the Kitchen and bake this. Now.'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12629182832932021673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tKtvI14OQEo/TTdNMQitfII/AAAAAAAAAcw/i44fCOKshMc/S220/IMG_2141.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tKtvI14OQEo/Sp7wscgd3oI/AAAAAAAAAN4/JDj3ZUV1-Tw/s72-c/coffee+cake.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2066373326202188233.post-314771507175123120</id><published>2009-09-01T09:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T11:11:19.841-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My identity is found in Christ.</title><content type='html'>I'm thankful this morning for the blessedness of marriage and singleness. We have an opportunity whichever one we've been placed in. Carolyn Mahaney has a great tool on her site. 
http://www.girltalkhome.com/blog/single-married-womanly-dominion.


                                                                                            “Marriage and singleness both present us with unique trials and unique opportunities for our sanctification. There will be unique rewards for each, and which is greater will not depend on whether you were married or single, but on how you responded to each.” 
-John Piper&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2066373326202188233-314771507175123120?l=gumbert.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gumbert.blogspot.com/feeds/314771507175123120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2066373326202188233&amp;postID=314771507175123120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2066373326202188233/posts/default/314771507175123120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2066373326202188233/posts/default/314771507175123120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gumbert.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-identity-is-found-in-christ.html' title='My identity is found in Christ.'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12629182832932021673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tKtvI14OQEo/TTdNMQitfII/AAAAAAAAAcw/i44fCOKshMc/S220/IMG_2141.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2066373326202188233.post-5087685365081657908</id><published>2009-09-01T00:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T00:30:29.684-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beenies for the baby!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; "&gt;&lt;div style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;My sister Rosy and I like crocheting, Rosy is actually more patient and maticulate with it than I am, I love that she can teach me how to be crafty. So she's been working on some hats and beenies for the baby. I told her I wanted to take some pictures of them because they were so cute, once I was done with the amazing photo shoot, I told her not to forget them, and she said they were all for the baby. How sweet Auntie Rosy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I made the red one, Rosy did the rest. She taught me how to do the little flowers so I added them to all. The yarn is Lions Brand, babysoft cotton. Oh my gosh is is soft! I tell you, once you get started on crocheting or knitting, you can;t put it down, then you want to make everything from a beenie to socks to underwear. I'm serious. I really enjoy doing these small projects especially with some gals over the holidays, it makes for some fun moments. But we did start ealy for a special occasion. I should get started on Joshs' yearly beenie, he might get jealous... Let me know if you want a beenie for anyone, Rosy would love to work on that, so would I;) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tKtvI14OQEo/SpzL65g51nI/AAAAAAAAANg/8b5lwOeAFos/s1600-h/DSCF0473.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tKtvI14OQEo/SpzL65g51nI/AAAAAAAAANg/8b5lwOeAFos/s400/DSCF0473.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376396267905209970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tKtvI14OQEo/SpzL6QEy7oI/AAAAAAAAANY/gtC6btb27Yk/s1600-h/DSCF0456.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tKtvI14OQEo/SpzL6QEy7oI/AAAAAAAAANY/gtC6btb27Yk/s400/DSCF0456.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376396256781463170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;This is probably my favorite one, it's so fun, it has the ear coverings and cute little dangles. Gotta love it!&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tKtvI14OQEo/SpzL5nYTZPI/AAAAAAAAANQ/yRNNfIlZ3YA/s1600-h/DSCF0471.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tKtvI14OQEo/SpzL5nYTZPI/AAAAAAAAANQ/yRNNfIlZ3YA/s400/DSCF0471.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376396245857428722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Very sophisticated, don;t you think?&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tKtvI14OQEo/SpzL5CxwthI/AAAAAAAAANI/J8Z0JlWTrRQ/s1600-h/DSCF0470.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tKtvI14OQEo/SpzL5CxwthI/AAAAAAAAANI/J8Z0JlWTrRQ/s400/DSCF0470.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376396236032095762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I was debating doing the green flowers all over the hat but I stopped at three, I thought it was precious.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tKtvI14OQEo/SpzL4v_dhYI/AAAAAAAAANA/zAqqdI63rac/s1600-h/DSCF0472.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tKtvI14OQEo/SpzL4v_dhYI/AAAAAAAAANA/zAqqdI63rac/s400/DSCF0472.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376396230989284738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;We're going to have to get her in the red hat ladies club with this one. If there's such club out there. Heck, I just made it up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2066373326202188233-5087685365081657908?l=gumbert.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gumbert.blogspot.com/feeds/5087685365081657908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2066373326202188233&amp;postID=5087685365081657908' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2066373326202188233/posts/default/5087685365081657908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2066373326202188233/posts/default/5087685365081657908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gumbert.blogspot.com/2009/09/beenies-for-baby.html' title='Beenies for the baby!'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12629182832932021673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tKtvI14OQEo/TTdNMQitfII/AAAAAAAAAcw/i44fCOKshMc/S220/IMG_2141.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tKtvI14OQEo/SpzL65g51nI/AAAAAAAAANg/8b5lwOeAFos/s72-c/DSCF0473.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2066373326202188233.post-7328141098736192254</id><published>2009-08-28T09:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T10:32:49.645-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday morning.</title><content type='html'>I recently finished a book by Francis Chan called "Crazy Love" which is 'awesome'. I appreciate his ministry, by the grace of God he speaks truth and I love it! I found myself evaluating just me, I tend to read books and think of others sometimes, not saying this book changed that, it focuses well on convicting me and my sin. It is also a great tool that shows indicators of the lost. So if you're looking for a resource to help you in your growth to love Christ more and His will, to give you a passion to adore God for who He is, gain a higher view of Him and to even get indicators of whether you are really His child, this is the book to go through that exposes the Word of God with clarity. Always turn to the Bible if you have quetions. If you've read it, I'd like to know what your thoughts are. Here's an inrto to the book; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre; font-family:Arial;font-size:10px;"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wvtNTUV9O50&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;          &lt;/span&gt; &lt;img src="http://erikkowalker.files.wordpress.com/2009/07/crazylove.jpg?w=239&amp;amp;h=360" alt="crazylove" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2066373326202188233-7328141098736192254?l=gumbert.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gumbert.blogspot.com/feeds/7328141098736192254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2066373326202188233&amp;postID=7328141098736192254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2066373326202188233/posts/default/7328141098736192254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2066373326202188233/posts/default/7328141098736192254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gumbert.blogspot.com/2009/08/friday-morninf-sermon.html' title='Friday morning.'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12629182832932021673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tKtvI14OQEo/TTdNMQitfII/AAAAAAAAAcw/i44fCOKshMc/S220/IMG_2141.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2066373326202188233.post-7874778709944874817</id><published>2009-08-22T09:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T10:14:18.429-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Baby bag!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;So I've attempted to be creative, let me just tell you, I thought I was more crafty and inspiring than the job I did on this bag. The problem with me is, if I don't see anything at stores that is original enough I try real hard to make it my own by either, buying from yard sales and/or cutting and regluing or sewing:) But this diaper/baby bag I really wanted to have some of me. I did intially want to do a canvas tote with some felt flowers, but I figured, knowing myself, I would try to accomplish something far to grand and not finish before she came. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I had tons of fun shopping for the silk flowers with Rosy and making my version of a malnutritioned owl which you see on the bottom frontside of the bag. The tote is weaved, I found it for $5.99 at some random furniture shop I've never walked into. The owls eyes are buttons, of course they look silly being different sizes but I like that, the beak and little claws are cut from the leaves of the silk flowers I used for decor. I LOVE the glue gun by the way:) It's great!! I've been in this nesting phase, trying to come up with things to make for her, like this bag, crocheting a beenie and will attempt to make some booties with help from a friend who is pro at knitting and such.. If I get them completed I'll put them up for show. Also I thought the idea of this  bag would be a really cute idea for a gift, what do you think?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tKtvI14OQEo/SpAl-J5oWjI/AAAAAAAAAK4/0Pwd7hOyzUc/s1600-h/DSCF0388.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tKtvI14OQEo/SpAl-J5oWjI/AAAAAAAAAK4/0Pwd7hOyzUc/s400/DSCF0388.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372836105192757810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
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&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tKtvI14OQEo/SoJPCCe4JmI/AAAAAAAAAKA/0Ec-KL42Nqk/s1600-h/mat+pic+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tKtvI14OQEo/SoJPCCe4JmI/AAAAAAAAAKA/0Ec-KL42Nqk/s400/mat+pic+002.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368940602223765090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;We did this one with me on the floor at a park in Canyon Lake.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tKtvI14OQEo/SoJPB3jd_yI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/wEaL_ZqoMFE/s1600-h/mat+pic+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tKtvI14OQEo/SoJPB3jd_yI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/wEaL_ZqoMFE/s400/mat+pic+003.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368940599290232610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I was about 31 weeks along.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2066373326202188233-2584566260565685966?l=gumbert.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gumbert.blogspot.com/feeds/2584566260565685966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2066373326202188233&amp;postID=2584566260565685966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2066373326202188233/posts/default/2584566260565685966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2066373326202188233/posts/default/2584566260565685966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gumbert.blogspot.com/2009/08/almost-here.html' title='She&apos;s Almost Here'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12629182832932021673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tKtvI14OQEo/TTdNMQitfII/AAAAAAAAAcw/i44fCOKshMc/S220/IMG_2141.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tKtvI14OQEo/SoJPC3gNh3I/AAAAAAAAAKI/INiyQyEqszQ/s72-c/maternity+pics.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2066373326202188233.post-3368003339514223531</id><published>2009-08-08T22:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T23:11:33.098-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Aaron and Ashlee Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;We've had some close friends out from Tampa who have started a ministry at the University of South Florida. Aaron has been so influential and special in Joshs' life, he got Josh started in Worship through music. I love Ashlee and she means so much to me, more than I think she knows. Well anyway, we had close friends and family who have known them come hang out to spend time with the Proffitts. It was fun, love u guys:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tKtvI14OQEo/Sn5k9pgxwpI/AAAAAAAAAJo/EOFQueREuV0/s1600-h/DSCF0287.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tKtvI14OQEo/Sn5k9pgxwpI/AAAAAAAAAJo/EOFQueREuV0/s400/DSCF0287.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367838816150340242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Aaron was so over taking pictures...but look how cute this one came out.
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tKtvI14OQEo/Sn5k9aVB_uI/AAAAAAAAAJg/_1zvmo-6BgQ/s1600-h/DSCF0280.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tKtvI14OQEo/Sn5k9aVB_uI/AAAAAAAAAJg/_1zvmo-6BgQ/s400/DSCF0280.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367838812074540770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;The guys, from right to left, Caleb and Sage graduated with Aaron, and Josh went to Spain with them. Naim and Bo went to church with Joshs' family and Aarons back at Menifee, Matt and Dan are Joshs' step brothers.
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tKtvI14OQEo/Sn5k80_K6DI/AAAAAAAAAJY/mudEKH8mZZc/s1600-h/DSCF0247.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tKtvI14OQEo/Sn5k80_K6DI/AAAAAAAAAJY/mudEKH8mZZc/s400/DSCF0247.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367838802050738226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Stephanie my sister in law is a month behind us in her pregnancy. I love my sister. I think this was the only time Zoe wasn't around, we had to get a picture of Monnie.
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tKtvI14OQEo/Sn5k8qTTtUI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/y_STLbIWrCA/s1600-h/DSCF0259.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tKtvI14OQEo/Sn5k8qTTtUI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/y_STLbIWrCA/s400/DSCF0259.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367838799182411074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;The beautiful mommies.
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tKtvI14OQEo/Sn5k8C1JPYI/AAAAAAAAAJI/Jsaaf4SDehs/s1600-h/DSCF0264.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tKtvI14OQEo/Sn5k8C1JPYI/AAAAAAAAAJI/Jsaaf4SDehs/s400/DSCF0264.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367838788586913154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;My cute sister and friend Hannah.
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2066373326202188233-3368003339514223531?l=gumbert.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gumbert.blogspot.com/feeds/3368003339514223531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2066373326202188233&amp;postID=3368003339514223531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2066373326202188233/posts/default/3368003339514223531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2066373326202188233/posts/default/3368003339514223531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gumbert.blogspot.com/2009/08/some-aaron-and-ashlee-time.html' title='Some Aaron and Ashlee Time'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12629182832932021673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tKtvI14OQEo/TTdNMQitfII/AAAAAAAAAcw/i44fCOKshMc/S220/IMG_2141.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tKtvI14OQEo/Sn5k9pgxwpI/AAAAAAAAAJo/EOFQueREuV0/s72-c/DSCF0287.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2066373326202188233.post-3047408546611311921</id><published>2009-08-07T10:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T10:44:35.423-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To Have and to Hold</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman'; "&gt;I've been in this 'nesting' phase, I'm cleaning everything out and came across some of our wedding photos. We didn't have a porfessional photgrapher, my friend took all she could and did her best. I wish we could relive that just for the pictures. The ones we do have, are cute though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tKtvI14OQEo/SnxnI9jYC9I/AAAAAAAAAIo/miHCWNXb268/s1600-h/sdfgfg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tKtvI14OQEo/SnxnI9jYC9I/AAAAAAAAAIo/miHCWNXb268/s400/sdfgfg.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367278259578342354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;I love this one. It was just me, Josh and the Lord. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tKtvI14OQEo/SnxnIAr4u9I/AAAAAAAAAIg/DazRchI6ByU/s1600-h/DSC_0034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 263px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tKtvI14OQEo/SnxnIAr4u9I/AAAAAAAAAIg/DazRchI6ByU/s400/DSC_0034.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367278243239476178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;I look so little in this picture. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tKtvI14OQEo/SnxjNUCf_WI/AAAAAAAAAIY/XuX_y9O6H7M/s1600-h/DSC_0294.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 285px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tKtvI14OQEo/SnxjNUCf_WI/AAAAAAAAAIY/XuX_y9O6H7M/s400/DSC_0294.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367273936287432034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;This is a great shot of Naim. Monique doesn't know what to do, it's pretty funny.
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tKtvI14OQEo/SnxjMzpgs-I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/ODOinb-TRpE/s1600-h/DSC_0066.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tKtvI14OQEo/SnxjMzpgs-I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/ODOinb-TRpE/s400/DSC_0066.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367273927592686562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;We got married in a small community church in Yorba Linda where Joshs dad Dave grew up attending. His Nana and Papa live right down the road still, that's where the reception was.
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tKtvI14OQEo/SnxjMRfDOFI/AAAAAAAAAII/Rpu33tniQN0/s1600-h/DSC_0019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 295px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tKtvI14OQEo/SnxjMRfDOFI/AAAAAAAAAII/Rpu33tniQN0/s400/DSC_0019.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367273918422005842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I love that Josh looks emotional here. I don't get those moments often. Our friend Aaron in the middle was the worship pastor in Va, but has started an awesome ministry out in Florida with his family. It was a special gift that he was able to marry us, because he's been a big part of Josh's life spiritually. Rod on the far left is an elder at our church, we were blessed with getting to know he and his wife, they did our premarrital counseling, it was humbling:)
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tKtvI14OQEo/SnxjMPJI8yI/AAAAAAAAAIA/cUNnkQ-4cxA/s1600-h/DSC_0031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tKtvI14OQEo/SnxjMPJI8yI/AAAAAAAAAIA/cUNnkQ-4cxA/s400/DSC_0031.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367273917793235746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I liked what she did to this picture. It looks vintage to me.
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tKtvI14OQEo/SnxjLcFVtGI/AAAAAAAAAH4/trz-33Gxmqo/s1600-h/DSC_0311.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tKtvI14OQEo/SnxjLcFVtGI/AAAAAAAAAH4/trz-33Gxmqo/s400/DSC_0311.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367273904087086178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;
Our first dance. I don't even remember what song we danced to, but if it was the right one, it should have been "Forever" by Ben Harper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2066373326202188233-3047408546611311921?l=gumbert.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gumbert.blogspot.com/feeds/3047408546611311921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2066373326202188233&amp;postID=3047408546611311921' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2066373326202188233/posts/default/3047408546611311921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2066373326202188233/posts/default/3047408546611311921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gumbert.blogspot.com/2009/08/to-have-and-to-hold.html' title='To Have and to Hold'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12629182832932021673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tKtvI14OQEo/TTdNMQitfII/AAAAAAAAAcw/i44fCOKshMc/S220/IMG_2141.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tKtvI14OQEo/SnxnI9jYC9I/AAAAAAAAAIo/miHCWNXb268/s72-c/sdfgfg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2066373326202188233.post-2504014938614052676</id><published>2009-08-06T14:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T10:06:39.651-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Emery's room</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'lucida grande';color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times; font-style: normal; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;So I was able to start the nursery with a few things. Initially I did want to do lavendar accents, but the pink rose paint was so inexpensive and I couldn't find any purple shades I liked, so I went with pinks. I still put small purples around. We can't believe how blessed we are, after the gift of grace, God continues to pour in our lives the gift of life. I can't wait to be a mommy, this is just the beginning. I love decorating, whether it's fashion or a room, so I had a great time doing this, with the help of my sisters and Mom. I'll add more as I collect things.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9iamvuxTeNY/Sns3ZKiaZwI/AAAAAAAAABg/yGaNRKm5i1w/s1600-h/DSCF0214.JPG" style="color: rgb(255, 223, 191); text-decoration: none; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9iamvuxTeNY/Sns3ZKiaZwI/AAAAAAAAABg/yGaNRKm5i1w/s400/DSCF0214.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366944286407026434" style="border-top-style: solid; border-right-style: solid; border-bottom-style: solid; border-left-style: solid; border-width: initial; border-color: initial; border-top-width: 1px; border-right-width: 1px; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-left-width: 1px; padding-top: 4px; padding-right: 4px; padding-bottom: 4px; padding-left: 4px; border-top-color: rgb(204, 204, 204); border-right-color: rgb(204, 204, 204); border-bottom-color: rgb(204, 204, 204); border-left-color: rgb(204, 204, 204); display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;She is pretty much set with all of the wipes and diapers, her closet is full of diapers too. I couldn't believe how much we were given from friends and family.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9iamvuxTeNY/Sns3Xw_dGJI/AAAAAAAAABY/ZkqSKEgq-UA/s1600-h/DSCF0218.JPG" style="color: rgb(255, 223, 191); text-decoration: none; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9iamvuxTeNY/Sns3Xw_dGJI/AAAAAAAAABY/ZkqSKEgq-UA/s400/DSCF0218.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366944262369646738" style="border-top-style: solid; border-right-style: solid; border-bottom-style: solid; border-left-style: solid; border-width: initial; border-color: initial; border-top-width: 1px; border-right-width: 1px; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-left-width: 1px; padding-top: 4px; padding-right: 4px; padding-bottom: 4px; padding-left: 4px; border-top-color: rgb(204, 204, 204); border-right-color: rgb(204, 204, 204); border-bottom-color: rgb(204, 204, 204); border-left-color: rgb(204, 204, 204); display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;I have always liked the idea of lanterns, I used similar ones for our wedding decor also. I think I have them hung on there pretty secure. They're hanging from twine. It'll be a good little focus point for her.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9iamvuxTeNY/Sns3WKtuLeI/AAAAAAAAABQ/NwEwHjBxJ60/s1600-h/DSCF0215.JPG" style="color: rgb(255, 223, 191); text-decoration: none; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9iamvuxTeNY/Sns3WKtuLeI/AAAAAAAAABQ/NwEwHjBxJ60/s400/DSCF0215.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366944234914852322" style="border-top-style: solid; border-right-style: solid; border-bottom-style: solid; border-left-style: solid; border-width: initial; border-color: initial; border-top-width: 1px; border-right-width: 1px; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-left-width: 1px; padding-top: 4px; padding-right: 4px; padding-bottom: 4px; padding-left: 4px; border-top-color: rgb(204, 204, 204); border-right-color: rgb(204, 204, 204); border-bottom-color: rgb(204, 204, 204); border-left-color: rgb(204, 204, 204); display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;We did paint the wall a cream color, with a rose pink accent in the window. Her crib was given to us by Grandma Rae and Grandpa Dave. I'll add more pictures of her complete crib set as we go. The outfit hanging was a gift and I found the pretty floral painting at a yard sale.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9iamvuxTeNY/Sns3VJ_-icI/AAAAAAAAABI/HON0PNAcl_4/s1600-h/DSCF0221.JPG" style="color: rgb(238, 179, 119); text-decoration: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9iamvuxTeNY/Sns3VJ_-icI/AAAAAAAAABI/HON0PNAcl_4/s400/DSCF0221.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366944217543117250" style="border-top-style: solid; border-right-style: solid; border-bottom-style: solid; border-left-style: solid; border-width: initial; border-color: initial; border-top-width: 1px; border-right-width: 1px; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-left-width: 1px; padding-top: 4px; padding-right: 4px; padding-bottom: 4px; padding-left: 4px; border-top-color: rgb(204, 204, 204); border-right-color: rgb(204, 204, 204); border-bottom-color: rgb(204, 204, 204); border-left-color: rgb(204, 204, 204); display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;The letters were meant to be a little off centered. The memory chest to the left was given to me as a gift about 5 years ago for a birthday, I've stored 'wisdom' notes from ladies in there and books. The other two are gift boxes, one has pictures of Josh as a baby.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2066373326202188233-2504014938614052676?l=gumbert.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gumbert.blogspot.com/feeds/2504014938614052676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2066373326202188233&amp;postID=2504014938614052676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2066373326202188233/posts/default/2504014938614052676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2066373326202188233/posts/default/2504014938614052676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gumbert.blogspot.com/2009/08/emerys-room.html' title='Emery&apos;s room'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12629182832932021673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tKtvI14OQEo/TTdNMQitfII/AAAAAAAAAcw/i44fCOKshMc/S220/IMG_2141.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9iamvuxTeNY/Sns3ZKiaZwI/AAAAAAAAABg/yGaNRKm5i1w/s72-c/DSCF0214.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2066373326202188233.post-933261867539987278</id><published>2009-01-01T21:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T14:34:00.940-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sea World 01-01-09</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tKtvI14OQEo/SV2zm2WhDZI/AAAAAAAAAGo/THpEhui1u84/s1600-h/josh+and+jen+2jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tKtvI14OQEo/SV2zm2WhDZI/AAAAAAAAAGo/THpEhui1u84/s200/josh+and+jen+2jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286579017609186706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;01-01-09:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tKtvI14OQEo/SV2vhTzj6-I/AAAAAAAAAF4/Oe5BtFDzmUE/s200/josh+and+jenjpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286574524389911522" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;That's us, I promise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2066373326202188233-933261867539987278?l=gumbert.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gumbert.blogspot.com/feeds/933261867539987278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2066373326202188233&amp;postID=933261867539987278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2066373326202188233/posts/default/933261867539987278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2066373326202188233/posts/default/933261867539987278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gumbert.blogspot.com/2009/01/sea-world-01-01-09.html' title='Sea World 01-01-09'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12629182832932021673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tKtvI14OQEo/TTdNMQitfII/AAAAAAAAAcw/i44fCOKshMc/S220/IMG_2141.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tKtvI14OQEo/SV2zm2WhDZI/AAAAAAAAAGo/THpEhui1u84/s72-c/josh+and+jen+2jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2066373326202188233.post-9092952651548741062</id><published>2008-12-27T11:53:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T14:39:16.592-07:00</updated><title type='text'>3 Christmas's</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tKtvI14OQEo/SVaPVlzGwhI/AAAAAAAAAFY/pjdt6_vdfmk/s1600-h/DSCF9710.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tKtvI14OQEo/SVaPVlzGwhI/AAAAAAAAAFY/pjdt6_vdfmk/s200/DSCF9710.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284568813852344850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had a blast this year, as always. I got a new crockpot and a wok to make our favorite fried rice, from Josh.  I got him some shoes but they were too narrow for his foot, it worked out perfectly we returned them for the exact ones he wanted. But besides us, here are some moments of celebrating Christmas.&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me and my sisters always have a good time together, we are alike in a lot of different ways, but very different in so  many others ways, pretty unique. So the story of the picture with my familia, is funny, Tim had I think five cameras and took 2 pictures with each one, you know, because the first one for some reason might not come out as great as the second or fourth or fifth......anyway, my brothers were not patient so if you look at my brother Mark, (the one kneeling down in front) started getting frustrated so he made ugly faces for our picture that we only get to take maybe twice a year. We played Sherades after all those pictures and Josh and I were on a team with my other brother in-laws, the other team beat us so bad, all they really did was stand there too. I should try that next time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's a picture with Josh, His brother Jason and there new cousin Derik whom they just met at Christmas. His story is sad but special, I'll share it another time. I am in a photo with Josh's cousin Jade, she looks a lot like him. When we go to Joshs' side of the family, we watch the girls open their gifts and play music. It's relaxing compared to my families side, which is both equally fun. I remembered when I wanted gifts for Christmas and thought it was about me, now I love giving gifts and know it's about Christ, that's why we celebrate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2066373326202188233-9092952651548741062?l=gumbert.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gumbert.blogspot.com/feeds/9092952651548741062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2066373326202188233&amp;postID=9092952651548741062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2066373326202188233/posts/default/9092952651548741062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2066373326202188233/posts/default/9092952651548741062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gumbert.blogspot.com/2008/12/3-christmass.html' title='3 Christmas&apos;s'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12629182832932021673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tKtvI14OQEo/TTdNMQitfII/AAAAAAAAAcw/i44fCOKshMc/S220/IMG_2141.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tKtvI14OQEo/SVaPVlzGwhI/AAAAAAAAAFY/pjdt6_vdfmk/s72-c/DSCF9710.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2066373326202188233.post-5446706443396284764</id><published>2008-05-08T12:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T15:52:47.784-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We appreciate Lili</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://a732.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/7/m_6250081307018de904ce705ae286e083.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://a732.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/7/m_6250081307018de904ce705ae286e083.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We got the opportunity to show support through love and prayer to a friend who was in a very bad motorcycle accident. He nor his family and friends are believers but the only Gospel shared last night was through prayer. God works miracles. His name is Kyle, you can be praying for Him if your faith and hope is in the only Savior Jesus Christ. This is the intro to our reason for writing about our neice, Lili. She is an amazing, smart and talented little girl that I can only see grow into a beautiful, follower of Jesus, we are praying for that now. We have 5 nieces we pray for on a regular basis, but I have to start somewhere with someone, so Lili was first:) She volunteered practically to wash our laundry since Josh and I do not have capabilities of setting a washer or dryer up at our new place, we take it to our sister's house. So Lili says she would wash 3 loads while we drove out to see Kyle at the hospital. We weren't planning on leaving a 10 year old (I hope that's her age, I have 5 nieces and 5 nephews, it's crazy to keep track of age......they are all little to me...), to do our stinky dirty clothes but that's how it happened:) So I get to teaching my young bestie how to place the 2x concentrate detergent in the cap and throw the clothes in to start up one load. Josh jokingly mentioned to her, "you better do this right", something mean and ungrateful like that....of course if you know Josh that is expected for him to joke about it. She just looked up at me as her glasses frame covered part of her eyes, with a confused, blank stare, like "Tio Josh is playing right, this is too much pressure". I turned to her laughing and so she did too. If you haven't already met Lil she is named after her aunt, my older sister Lili who past away when I was ten. They are very, very sismilar..........it almost makes me think God gave her the same personality. Almost same exact personality. So she's about 10 lbs (give or take a few) in a 10 year old body.... that's how cute she is, you just want to wrap her up and throw her in your bag, Niki's bag would be perfect:) Lili makes everyone laugh, she is sooooo witty and quick with her jokes, it cracks me up. I love when she says something. looks at you and starts laughing because she know it's funny. Well, back to the laundry, we get home about 10:45 p.m. from the hospital, and she's in her p.j's with her wet hair because her irresponsible auntie had her up that late on a school night doing luandry for her, so I tell her go to sleep, thanked her so much and uncle Josh gave her a little dough, it totaled (how do you spell totalled?) up to a dollar a year for how old she is now. I peeked in to her room and she had a smile on her face as she was putting her cash money in her wallet that doesn't fit much:) I said good night and she said "anytime, tia". We love you Lili.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2066373326202188233-5446706443396284764?l=gumbert.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gumbert.blogspot.com/feeds/5446706443396284764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2066373326202188233&amp;postID=5446706443396284764' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2066373326202188233/posts/default/5446706443396284764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2066373326202188233/posts/default/5446706443396284764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gumbert.blogspot.com/2008/05/we-appreciate-lili.html' title='We appreciate Lili'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12629182832932021673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tKtvI14OQEo/TTdNMQitfII/AAAAAAAAAcw/i44fCOKshMc/S220/IMG_2141.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2066373326202188233.post-5019290924483125398</id><published>2008-02-01T22:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T22:24:07.672-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is India</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tKtvI14OQEo/R6Y0AcOtxaI/AAAAAAAAAAc/LNOuijfNq6I/s1600-h/DSCF7340.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tKtvI14OQEo/R6Y0AcOtxaI/AAAAAAAAAAc/LNOuijfNq6I/s320/DSCF7340.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162871205009409442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;     So we've been home from the south eastern part of India for almost a month. Yes it took us that long to share all these beautiful pictures and some thoughts with all of our family and friends. I guess I'll start by telling you all how we got involved with the trip and what our purpose was. For most of you who know us well, you know Josh and I have a desire to serve in the missions field, to meet knew people, to be part of expanding God's kingdom and to grow in the Great Commission, through love and humility (Matt 28:16-20). But we thought it was for the later years in our marriage, when we'd be able to "afford it". It was a hard year for Josh and I financially. Josh's parents asked us to think about going to India to serve alongside them and the church of Global Gospel Ministries, immediately the flesh said "No way, Jose". We could not do it, so we thought. And we were right, we could not have done it alone, only God had a plan and would have the door wide open if He willed. We knew it was a heart issue have that type of attitude. Josh gave excuses that would sound "just", so to speak. So after maybe a month or so, of forgetting to ask God what to do, I began to  think and think about India, but that was the problem too much thinking and no praying. The parents brought it up again and again:), which we were very thankful for. They mentioned lastly that maybe we should have been praying about going. So Josh said we have "NO MONEY" to do that. I'll get to the point, after having prayed about it myself, God revealed some obvious answers to me. Around that month one of our favorite bands' Thrice' released their latest album, (Alchemy Index, vol 1), Dustin the lead singer and devoted brother in Christ, wrote a song in context to Isaiah 6:6-10. This is when Isaiah was called to be a prophet, When he heard the voice of the Lord ask "whom shall I send", and Isaiah answered "Here am I, send me". I wanted to read about Isaiah, so I did. And I wanted to be more like God's children, we both did, and still do.  This song, and the book of Isaiah have much to do with our understanding that God will send those he wants to, whether we know or not. Isaiah was obedient and in his reverence was sent out by the Lord and God provided all his needs, yes he was sent for different purposes, but ultimately to be obedient " if you will not believe, surely you shall not be established". (Isa 7:9). We talked it over and knew it wasn't going to be easy. Josh was temporarily leading music at our church for morning services, and we are committed to also serving musically Sunday nights for Kaleo , to find someone to cover was going to take a long time we thought, to miss work was going to hurt us when we returned, we couldn't afford to do so, I was sick and overwhelmed, had just been given a new job at a very busy doctors office, if I left I would have left three girls to run their duties plus mine, Josh had so much on his plate too. But  we took a step back and said, " we want to go to serve the brothers and sisters in India, what do we have to do?". Keep in mind, we hadn't known what was going to get us the ticket, how we were going to afford any of it. It was going to be THOUSANDS of dollars for this trip. So we wrote a few letters to close family and friends, some others heard about our trip and were willing to support us in anyway. God in His sovereignty provided all of our expenses and more!!!! We didn't see it coming. We know God is good, but it happened really fast and we were very encouraged.. My in-laws put a lot of effort into planning, praying and care for it all.&lt;br /&gt; So the end of December came around and we still had not known what was going to happen in Cochin, India where we would be staying. We asked what would we be doing besides music? We knew there was a conference for the training pastors and children, but we didn't know for the most time, when, where, what... So we left with trust and faith. A sore neck, sore tail bone and back and 36 hours later we had arrived to our final destination. With pastor Zac John and his God-fearing bride and children waiting for us, they welcomed the team to a very polluted, and strange smelling, yet green, beautiful tropical and God created land of India. The ride to the very humid hotel was about 3 1/2 hrs from the airport, we thought our time of driving was over for a bit, little did we know we were going to spend well over 1 day worth of driving  in a van or small car. The streets of India are very crowded and poor, not to mention loud and scary, with cars driving in every direction and a family of three on motorcycles. We were wondering the whole time, what kind of driving test was given in order for their license, apparently it was quite a test to pass.&lt;br /&gt;We spent the first two-three days at Pastor Zac John's house/church, as Dave gave a message on devotion to the Lord, Josh led in music, and we all shared our testimonies. I had never seen people be moved by testimonies the way our dear brothers and sisters were. They were all so excited to hear what God has done. As we should be. We did a service dedicated to the children, and afterwards introduced, football and hot-potato to them. They were very thrilled and overly anxious to play. We played frisbee with them and took many pictures. We took a tour of the orphanage they have, which is smaller than the average dining room. 4 kids shared the room and slept on the floor. It is costly to afford mattresses or cots for the children but with the support from brothers and sisters in the States, we were able to gift them ten cots at the end of the trip. Zac John and his wife Omana would love to care for 6 more children eventually. With 3 of their own they are still patient and loving and compassionate enough to take in the lost children. They have much help from the local church to watch over the children as Zac John and his family do their traveling for business purposes. We visited 4 churches that were planted in the past 2 years and prayed with the pastors and elders. It was sad knowing that our trip was going to end fast, the days were long but very busy and when we'd get back to our hotel room to our not so comfortable cots, the Lord would move in our hearts. We grew to become more thankful and gracious and compassionate. There was not much time to spend with the families and the children, seeing that we were on Pastor Zac's schedule. Everyday was filled with God's graciousness and mercy, He took us safely to our destinations and delivered us from any evil, and made our time there to be filled with memories.&lt;br /&gt; There will one day be another opportunity for Josh and I to return to God's rising Kingdom in India, we pray that you are all moved and thankful for our brothers and sisters out there, that you remember to pray for the poor on earth, yet the rich in Christ. They will forever be serving and Praising our Father. We took many pictures and were blessed by all of their smiles and warn hearts. We hope and pray you join us next time.&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/2066373326202188233-5019290924483125398?l=gumbert.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gumbert.blogspot.com/feeds/5019290924483125398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2066373326202188233&amp;postID=5019290924483125398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2066373326202188233/posts/default/5019290924483125398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2066373326202188233/posts/default/5019290924483125398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gumbert.blogspot.com/2008/02/this-is-india.html' title='This is India'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12629182832932021673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tKtvI14OQEo/TTdNMQitfII/AAAAAAAAAcw/i44fCOKshMc/S220/IMG_2141.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tKtvI14OQEo/R6Y0AcOtxaI/AAAAAAAAAAc/LNOuijfNq6I/s72-c/DSCF7340.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2066373326202188233.post-5479863494146170680</id><published>2007-10-31T15:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T16:11:15.345-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting Shots for India</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-73de4eccd827629b" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;
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Jenny got her shots first.  She said that if I sent her in after me she would've been too scared.  But they are all done now.  We are preparing the best that we can.  Prayer and meditation is the only thing we know how to do.  For now we are loving Jesus and waiting.  Your prayers are welcomed and appreciated.  I will get better at these posts.

Josh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2066373326202188233-5479863494146170680?l=gumbert.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=73de4eccd827629b&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gumbert.blogspot.com/feeds/5479863494146170680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2066373326202188233&amp;postID=5479863494146170680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2066373326202188233/posts/default/5479863494146170680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2066373326202188233/posts/default/5479863494146170680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gumbert.blogspot.com/2007/10/getting-shots-for-india.html' title='Getting Shots for India'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12629182832932021673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tKtvI14OQEo/TTdNMQitfII/AAAAAAAAAcw/i44fCOKshMc/S220/IMG_2141.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2066373326202188233.post-2382380636500803069</id><published>2007-09-06T16:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T16:17:40.161-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='India'/><title type='text'>Being Called to India!!!</title><content type='html'>Pastor Zac John and his family (natives to India) have been proclaiming Jesus' name for many many years in India.  Jenny and I have the opprotunity to go and support them by physically being there.  Not quite sure of what to expect, but we are excited non the less to answer the Lord's call and travel accross the world to share the Great news of the GOSPEL!!!  Prayers are welcomed.  We can never get enough prayers for God to open doors and many opps to share with the people of &lt;strong&gt;India.  &lt;/strong&gt;Travel is always a concern because it is so combersome.  Please pray for patience and safety as we travel.  Monetary support is welcomed in the highest.  It is expensive to travel there and Jenny and I could use all the help we could get.  Please find a way to contact me if you are interested in being a part that way.  We will keep you all updated.  Love and Peace.

THE GUMBERT's&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2066373326202188233-2382380636500803069?l=gumbert.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gumbert.blogspot.com/feeds/2382380636500803069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2066373326202188233&amp;postID=2382380636500803069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2066373326202188233/posts/default/2382380636500803069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2066373326202188233/posts/default/2382380636500803069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gumbert.blogspot.com/2007/09/being-called-to-india.html' title='Being Called to India!!!'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12629182832932021673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tKtvI14OQEo/TTdNMQitfII/AAAAAAAAAcw/i44fCOKshMc/S220/IMG_2141.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2066373326202188233.post-9117384819334325356</id><published>2007-09-04T14:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T14:13:28.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THIS IS THE COOL THING TO DO!!!</title><content type='html'>Okay, so Jenny and I had to get on this thing before it got too trendy.  I also needed to make sure nobody took the name we wanted.  gumbert.blogspot.com.   That would've been a disaster.  I mean imagine sombody out there with my last name and posting blogs.  Ooo I would be mad.  Any way, I will be posting random "Creed Thoughts" from time to time.
Out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2066373326202188233-9117384819334325356?l=gumbert.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gumbert.blogspot.com/feeds/9117384819334325356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2066373326202188233&amp;postID=9117384819334325356' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2066373326202188233/posts/default/9117384819334325356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2066373326202188233/posts/default/9117384819334325356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gumbert.blogspot.com/2007/09/this-is-cool-thing-to-do.html' title='THIS IS THE COOL THING TO DO!!!'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12629182832932021673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tKtvI14OQEo/TTdNMQitfII/AAAAAAAAAcw/i44fCOKshMc/S220/IMG_2141.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
