<?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-5172621032237586061</id><updated>2012-02-16T13:33:44.494-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Musings</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b4-i4get.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172621032237586061/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b4-i4get.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>p meeker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12224742959435435860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2JDRHF0S5GE/SWpcYUBKTpI/AAAAAAAAAAM/njtgMsnVyL4/S220/20081019+009b.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>24</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5172621032237586061.post-1342385526086549356</id><published>2009-07-14T15:58:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T17:17:53.541-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sugar &amp; Spice &amp; Everything Nice . . .</title><summary type='text'>. . . That's what little girls are made of.Abbie &amp; Daddy at the beach 04/11/2009Mother's Day 2009Abbie had a great 4th birthday.  Warren &amp; Seamus came for a visit that weekend &amp; we had a birthday party for Abbie &amp; some of her friends.05/22/2009 Abbie's 4th BirthdayAbbie has been pushing her limits since her birthday.  I wonder why this always happens arounds birthdays . . . 05/24/2009 Ready for </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b4-i4get.blogspot.com/feeds/1342385526086549356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://b4-i4get.blogspot.com/2009/07/sugar-spice-everything-nice.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172621032237586061/posts/default/1342385526086549356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172621032237586061/posts/default/1342385526086549356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b4-i4get.blogspot.com/2009/07/sugar-spice-everything-nice.html' title='Sugar &amp; Spice &amp; Everything Nice . . .'/><author><name>p meeker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12224742959435435860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2JDRHF0S5GE/SWpcYUBKTpI/AAAAAAAAAAM/njtgMsnVyL4/S220/20081019+009b.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2JDRHF0S5GE/Slzl8_bsQ4I/AAAAAAAAAEo/SJwVyREk-vM/s72-c/20090526+034.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5172621032237586061.post-2683562869353981429</id><published>2009-05-13T11:44:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T12:05:46.729-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Singing the Scriptures</title><summary type='text'>I love finding songs when I'm reading the Bible. They're not just in Psalms, ya know. I was reading in the book of Numbers (yes, you can read Numbers) last night, when I came across the scripture where Moses declared "Rise up, O LORD! May your enemies be scattered; may your foes flee before you." (10:35) Moses said this every time the cloud of the LORD lifted from the tent of meeting &amp; set out </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b4-i4get.blogspot.com/feeds/2683562869353981429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://b4-i4get.blogspot.com/2009/05/singing-scriptures.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172621032237586061/posts/default/2683562869353981429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172621032237586061/posts/default/2683562869353981429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b4-i4get.blogspot.com/2009/05/singing-scriptures.html' title='Singing the Scriptures'/><author><name>p meeker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12224742959435435860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2JDRHF0S5GE/SWpcYUBKTpI/AAAAAAAAAAM/njtgMsnVyL4/S220/20081019+009b.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2JDRHF0S5GE/SgrrGz6TDkI/AAAAAAAAAD4/7NbAxjCpNzE/s72-c/musical_note.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5172621032237586061.post-6898415824632007836</id><published>2009-05-02T10:42:00.012-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T15:58:25.083-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Lots of Stuff</title><summary type='text'>Where to start?Jim put together a new twin bed + trundle for Abbie's toy room/new room. She will be moving to her new room &amp; new bed on her 4th birthday later this month. We're driving to Raleigh (Apex) this afternoon to pick up a new mattress for the bed. We will be visiting with Jim's brother, Doug &amp; his family before heading back to Jacksonville.Jim, Abbie &amp; I travelled to Michigan for a visit</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b4-i4get.blogspot.com/feeds/6898415824632007836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://b4-i4get.blogspot.com/2009/05/where-to-start-jim-put-together-new.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172621032237586061/posts/default/6898415824632007836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172621032237586061/posts/default/6898415824632007836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b4-i4get.blogspot.com/2009/05/where-to-start-jim-put-together-new.html' title='Lots of Stuff'/><author><name>p meeker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12224742959435435860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2JDRHF0S5GE/SWpcYUBKTpI/AAAAAAAAAAM/njtgMsnVyL4/S220/20081019+009b.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2JDRHF0S5GE/SgRSgyiHySI/AAAAAAAAADw/w0IzLGd6x88/s72-c/20090430+099.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5172621032237586061.post-6500395338035882856</id><published>2009-04-06T16:19:00.021-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T16:37:40.515-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Remember</title><summary type='text'>This week, many people will reflect upon the cross, what Jesus did there &amp; what He does for them every day, in their own personal lives. It's Easter week! He is risen!Many of us will dye eggs, hide treasure-filled baskets for the little ones, fly kites &amp; grill out with friends &amp; family. Some us us will go to church &amp; remember the holiday by participating in The Lord's Supper. It's spring! New </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b4-i4get.blogspot.com/feeds/6500395338035882856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://b4-i4get.blogspot.com/2009/04/remember.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172621032237586061/posts/default/6500395338035882856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172621032237586061/posts/default/6500395338035882856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b4-i4get.blogspot.com/2009/04/remember.html' title='Remember'/><author><name>p meeker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12224742959435435860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2JDRHF0S5GE/SWpcYUBKTpI/AAAAAAAAAAM/njtgMsnVyL4/S220/20081019+009b.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2JDRHF0S5GE/SdpvIQP5UXI/AAAAAAAAAC4/SqlBKT49Tls/s72-c/20090406+010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5172621032237586061.post-3705207696647167113</id><published>2009-03-12T09:49:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T10:03:38.128-04:00</updated><title type='text'>14 weeks-not for the squeemish</title><summary type='text'>  I saw a fetal medicine specialist on March 5th. I'll be seeing him for the remainder of my pregnancy, as well as my regular midwife. His equipment is much more advanced than the military clinic. He said that the placenta/uterus was working fine (on the ultra sound), so he wasn't too concerned about the subchorionic hematoma. I've been bleeding "old" blood (brown) since I went to the ER for the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b4-i4get.blogspot.com/feeds/3705207696647167113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://b4-i4get.blogspot.com/2009/03/14-weeks-not-for-squeemish.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172621032237586061/posts/default/3705207696647167113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172621032237586061/posts/default/3705207696647167113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b4-i4get.blogspot.com/2009/03/14-weeks-not-for-squeemish.html' title='14 weeks-not for the squeemish'/><author><name>p meeker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12224742959435435860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2JDRHF0S5GE/SWpcYUBKTpI/AAAAAAAAAAM/njtgMsnVyL4/S220/20081019+009b.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2JDRHF0S5GE/SbkUe8HhY3I/AAAAAAAAACI/TAWyoGp4DwI/s72-c/20090305+baby+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5172621032237586061.post-7774068287601156908</id><published>2009-02-25T11:05:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T15:31:13.873-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Day to Day stuff</title><summary type='text'>I started a blog so I could write about little daily things that I didn't want to forget. That is what this post is--daily details to remember. Last Friday we had a scare. I was having some pain--lots of pain. I figured I'm old &amp; pregnant &amp; pain is part of the territory. So I laid down on the bed for a bit. I called Jim &amp; left a message on his voice mail. (He just got the message yesterday--great</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b4-i4get.blogspot.com/feeds/7774068287601156908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://b4-i4get.blogspot.com/2009/02/day-to-day-stuff.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172621032237586061/posts/default/7774068287601156908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172621032237586061/posts/default/7774068287601156908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b4-i4get.blogspot.com/2009/02/day-to-day-stuff.html' title='Day to Day stuff'/><author><name>p meeker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12224742959435435860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2JDRHF0S5GE/SWpcYUBKTpI/AAAAAAAAAAM/njtgMsnVyL4/S220/20081019+009b.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2JDRHF0S5GE/SaVz1m3vaFI/AAAAAAAAABo/YQ7kExtx9-8/s72-c/20090220+ultrasound.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5172621032237586061.post-3725953211472753530</id><published>2009-02-14T11:15:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T12:14:58.556-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Michigan Welcome</title><summary type='text'>Jim &amp; I made our first trip to Michigan, as a married couple, in August 1997. This would be Jim's first time to meet my family &amp; friends, so we were both excited.We were driving up from Jacksonville, NC. As we travelled on I-75, coming out of Toledo, OH, and into the always-present construction in that area, we were looking for the "Welcome to Michigan" sign.We were in bumper to bumper traffic. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b4-i4get.blogspot.com/feeds/3725953211472753530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://b4-i4get.blogspot.com/2009/02/michigan-welcome.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172621032237586061/posts/default/3725953211472753530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172621032237586061/posts/default/3725953211472753530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b4-i4get.blogspot.com/2009/02/michigan-welcome.html' title='Michigan Welcome'/><author><name>p meeker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12224742959435435860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2JDRHF0S5GE/SWpcYUBKTpI/AAAAAAAAAAM/njtgMsnVyL4/S220/20081019+009b.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2JDRHF0S5GE/SZb7wYVhJOI/AAAAAAAAABY/_XfoyhfttJc/s72-c/Welcome+to+MI+sign_NEW.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5172621032237586061.post-2011553317283818071</id><published>2009-02-01T23:00:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T23:25:02.751-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tickets to Heaven</title><summary type='text'>Abbie picked up the cat today.  (Abbie is only 3.5 years old.) She has tried, unsuccessfully, to pick up the cat in the past, but today, she actually accomplished her goal.  You should have seen the look on the cat's face/ears--"I can't believe she is doing this!"  I wish I had a camera at that moment. If you know my cat, Kirei aka Booboo,  then you would know that NO ONE touches the cat, except </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b4-i4get.blogspot.com/feeds/2011553317283818071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://b4-i4get.blogspot.com/2009/02/tickets-to-heaven.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172621032237586061/posts/default/2011553317283818071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172621032237586061/posts/default/2011553317283818071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b4-i4get.blogspot.com/2009/02/tickets-to-heaven.html' title='Tickets to Heaven'/><author><name>p meeker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12224742959435435860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2JDRHF0S5GE/SWpcYUBKTpI/AAAAAAAAAAM/njtgMsnVyL4/S220/20081019+009b.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5172621032237586061.post-6134148508917934628</id><published>2009-01-31T11:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T11:21:39.503-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a start</title><summary type='text'>O.K.  So I started a blog.  Don't know how far I'll go with it.I'll be pasting my notes from FB here, so if you've already read them all, then you're in for a repeat.  If not, sit back &amp; get comfortable--I'm long winded.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b4-i4get.blogspot.com/feeds/6134148508917934628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://b4-i4get.blogspot.com/2009/01/its-start.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172621032237586061/posts/default/6134148508917934628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172621032237586061/posts/default/6134148508917934628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b4-i4get.blogspot.com/2009/01/its-start.html' title='It&apos;s a start'/><author><name>p meeker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12224742959435435860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2JDRHF0S5GE/SWpcYUBKTpI/AAAAAAAAAAM/njtgMsnVyL4/S220/20081019+009b.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5172621032237586061.post-4004616460041509888</id><published>2009-01-30T19:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T16:57:23.407-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Looking for dawn</title><summary type='text'>Looking for dawn, Friday, 01/30/2009 at 4:45pm on FBAs I throw my legs over the bed, my feet search for my slippers, situated on the floor next to the bed. I slide my feet in, grudgingly rise, &amp; shuffle my way through the darkness, to the bathroom. I take joy in the fact that at this time, I’m only making one trip to the bathroom each night. Very soon, I will need to make multiple trips to the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b4-i4get.blogspot.com/feeds/4004616460041509888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://b4-i4get.blogspot.com/2009/01/looking-for-dawn.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172621032237586061/posts/default/4004616460041509888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172621032237586061/posts/default/4004616460041509888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b4-i4get.blogspot.com/2009/01/looking-for-dawn.html' title='Looking for dawn'/><author><name>p meeker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12224742959435435860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2JDRHF0S5GE/SWpcYUBKTpI/AAAAAAAAAAM/njtgMsnVyL4/S220/20081019+009b.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5172621032237586061.post-5176823131287373825</id><published>2009-01-24T16:08:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T19:25:53.627-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Try not to yawn . . . (25 Random Things)</title><summary type='text'>Try not to yawn . . . (25 Random Things) Saturday, January 24, 2009 at 1:08pm on FBI don’t normally “do” this kind of thing, but since RHONDA requested it, I’ll oblige (plus, I like to write.) (This is not like my normal notes.)(note to blog reader: an omission of FB directions has been made)Try not to yawn . . .1. I’ve been married to Jim for 12 wonderful, years. He spoils me.2. I have a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b4-i4get.blogspot.com/feeds/5176823131287373825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://b4-i4get.blogspot.com/2009/01/try-not-to-yawn-25-random-things.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172621032237586061/posts/default/5176823131287373825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172621032237586061/posts/default/5176823131287373825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b4-i4get.blogspot.com/2009/01/try-not-to-yawn-25-random-things.html' title='Try not to yawn . . . (25 Random Things)'/><author><name>p meeker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12224742959435435860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2JDRHF0S5GE/SWpcYUBKTpI/AAAAAAAAAAM/njtgMsnVyL4/S220/20081019+009b.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5172621032237586061.post-1953857746410726387</id><published>2009-01-16T20:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T16:43:44.750-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Justice or Mercy?</title><summary type='text'>Justice or Mercy?   Friday, January 16, 2009 at 5:30pm on FBI just read today’s blog post by Dr. Albert Mohler, president of the The Southern Baptist Theological Seminary. http://www.albertmohler.com/blog.php. He writes about the “American Way” and the assumptions that we, as Americans, believe along this line of thinking.Dr. Mohler does not endorse these assumptions. He is just making us aware </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b4-i4get.blogspot.com/feeds/1953857746410726387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://b4-i4get.blogspot.com/2009/01/justice-or-mercy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172621032237586061/posts/default/1953857746410726387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172621032237586061/posts/default/1953857746410726387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b4-i4get.blogspot.com/2009/01/justice-or-mercy.html' title='Justice or Mercy?'/><author><name>p meeker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12224742959435435860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2JDRHF0S5GE/SWpcYUBKTpI/AAAAAAAAAAM/njtgMsnVyL4/S220/20081019+009b.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5172621032237586061.post-2920206397355215070</id><published>2009-01-14T22:47:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T19:33:13.261-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Where we goin'?</title><summary type='text'>Where we goin’? Wednesday, January 14, 2009 at 7:47pm on FBEvery morning when Abbie wakes up, she asks me two questions. The first one, “what day is it?”. Then, “where we goin’ today, Mom?” She’s 3 ½. Surprisingly enough, Abbie knows that on Sunday, we go to church. On Wednesday, we go to Walmart. And on Saturday, Jim takes her to the pet store (to look.) If our schedule ever deters from this, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b4-i4get.blogspot.com/feeds/2920206397355215070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://b4-i4get.blogspot.com/2009/01/where-we-goin.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172621032237586061/posts/default/2920206397355215070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172621032237586061/posts/default/2920206397355215070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b4-i4get.blogspot.com/2009/01/where-we-goin.html' title='Where we goin&apos;?'/><author><name>p meeker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12224742959435435860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2JDRHF0S5GE/SWpcYUBKTpI/AAAAAAAAAAM/njtgMsnVyL4/S220/20081019+009b.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5172621032237586061.post-2081197159214627830</id><published>2008-12-25T22:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T14:17:12.389-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Laugh, Cry, Be Shocked!</title><summary type='text'>Laugh, Cry, Be Shocked!  Thursday, December 25, 2008 at 7:23pm  on FBProverbs 17:22a (NKJV) "A merry heart does good, like medicine."Lovely poems by the Meekers &amp; extended familyThese poems started about a week ago, from Bernie &amp; Cathy Harrington, cousins from South Dakota. They were emailed to the Meekers, who responded to ALL with new additions. It just kept on going--snowball effect. (Al, Doug</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b4-i4get.blogspot.com/feeds/2081197159214627830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://b4-i4get.blogspot.com/2008/12/laugh-cry-be-shocked.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172621032237586061/posts/default/2081197159214627830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172621032237586061/posts/default/2081197159214627830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b4-i4get.blogspot.com/2008/12/laugh-cry-be-shocked.html' title='Laugh, Cry, Be Shocked!'/><author><name>p meeker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12224742959435435860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2JDRHF0S5GE/SWpcYUBKTpI/AAAAAAAAAAM/njtgMsnVyL4/S220/20081019+009b.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5172621032237586061.post-5463344000721470168</id><published>2008-12-15T17:35:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T19:40:06.453-05:00</updated><title type='text'>God's Big Squeeze</title><summary type='text'>God's Big Squeeze Monday, December 15, 2008 at 2:35pm on FBUsually, at this time of the year, I’m listening to Christmas music on iTunes. Instead, I’m listening to Abbie sing as she plays with toys. There will be time for Christmas music when she is done singing.Abbie is 3 ½ years old now &amp; likes to sing the song, My God is So Big!  My God is so big, so strong &amp; so mighty, there’s nothing my God </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b4-i4get.blogspot.com/feeds/5463344000721470168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://b4-i4get.blogspot.com/2008/12/gods-big-squeeze.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172621032237586061/posts/default/5463344000721470168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172621032237586061/posts/default/5463344000721470168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b4-i4get.blogspot.com/2008/12/gods-big-squeeze.html' title='God&apos;s Big Squeeze'/><author><name>p meeker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12224742959435435860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2JDRHF0S5GE/SWpcYUBKTpI/AAAAAAAAAAM/njtgMsnVyL4/S220/20081019+009b.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5172621032237586061.post-7641111805068541029</id><published>2008-11-19T22:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T13:39:45.416-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ode to My Spider</title><summary type='text'>Ode to My Spider   Wednesday, November 19, 2008 at 7:42pm  on FBIf you haven't read my note entitled "What Bugs Me", then this note may not mean as much to you, since it is the sequel. (Go back &amp; read "What Bugs Me" &amp; the comments, then come back &amp; read this note.)Well, the good weather has gone. We actually had a bit of snow yesterday-not much-it didn't stick. (THIS IS NORTH CAROLINA!!! WE'RE </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b4-i4get.blogspot.com/feeds/7641111805068541029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://b4-i4get.blogspot.com/2008/11/ode-to-my-spider.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172621032237586061/posts/default/7641111805068541029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172621032237586061/posts/default/7641111805068541029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b4-i4get.blogspot.com/2008/11/ode-to-my-spider.html' title='Ode to My Spider'/><author><name>p meeker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12224742959435435860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2JDRHF0S5GE/SWpcYUBKTpI/AAAAAAAAAAM/njtgMsnVyL4/S220/20081019+009b.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5172621032237586061.post-764907968670693123</id><published>2008-10-28T14:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T12:43:54.629-05:00</updated><title type='text'>apple stickers &amp; rose-colored glasses</title><summary type='text'>apple stickers &amp; rose-colored glasses   Tuesday, October 28, 2008 at 11:32pm on FBOK, so I want to test out some smilies on the notes, then I’ll write something more substantial.---I tested &amp; the smilies don't work here. Too bad.Substantial. Hmmmm…I like fruit, but I don’t like standin’ around in the grocery store pickin’ through all the fruit to get the best pieces. I like to get in &amp; get out. I</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b4-i4get.blogspot.com/feeds/764907968670693123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://b4-i4get.blogspot.com/2008/10/apple-stickers-rose-colored-glasses.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172621032237586061/posts/default/764907968670693123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172621032237586061/posts/default/764907968670693123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b4-i4get.blogspot.com/2008/10/apple-stickers-rose-colored-glasses.html' title='apple stickers &amp; rose-colored glasses'/><author><name>p meeker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12224742959435435860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2JDRHF0S5GE/SWpcYUBKTpI/AAAAAAAAAAM/njtgMsnVyL4/S220/20081019+009b.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5172621032237586061.post-1100071866481538124</id><published>2008-10-18T14:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T12:40:28.254-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Meaningless dribble</title><summary type='text'>Meaningless dribble Saturday, October 18, 2008 at 11:21am on FBHey, I just got finished going through all "my friends" &amp; reading their notes, if any. I'm surprised more people don’t write notes. It’s like therapy for me to write.By the way, thanks Amanda, for all your wonderful notes. Inspiring. You might like the song, Surrender, by Barlow Girl. I’ll try to remember to send it to you, next time </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b4-i4get.blogspot.com/feeds/1100071866481538124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://b4-i4get.blogspot.com/2009/01/meaningless-dribble.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172621032237586061/posts/default/1100071866481538124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172621032237586061/posts/default/1100071866481538124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b4-i4get.blogspot.com/2009/01/meaningless-dribble.html' title='Meaningless dribble'/><author><name>p meeker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12224742959435435860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2JDRHF0S5GE/SWpcYUBKTpI/AAAAAAAAAAM/njtgMsnVyL4/S220/20081019+009b.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5172621032237586061.post-4852566242609756339</id><published>2008-10-13T22:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T12:45:30.015-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ambidextrous-not</title><summary type='text'>ambidextrous-not Monday, October 13, 2008 at 7:35pm on FBI can write with both my left &amp; right hands. Of course, the writing of one is more legible than the other.Comments Posted on FB:Pamela J Meeker at 9:59pm October 13Are you left handed or right handed??Warren Meeker at 9:36am October 14I'm barely dextrousPatti Fife at 5:49pm October 21I talk with both hands.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b4-i4get.blogspot.com/feeds/4852566242609756339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://b4-i4get.blogspot.com/2009/01/ambidextrous-not.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172621032237586061/posts/default/4852566242609756339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172621032237586061/posts/default/4852566242609756339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b4-i4get.blogspot.com/2009/01/ambidextrous-not.html' title='ambidextrous-not'/><author><name>p meeker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12224742959435435860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2JDRHF0S5GE/SWpcYUBKTpI/AAAAAAAAAAM/njtgMsnVyL4/S220/20081019+009b.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5172621032237586061.post-2252263874811860715</id><published>2008-10-13T03:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T12:31:48.623-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Banjos, singing rocks, &amp; mares</title><summary type='text'>Banjos, singing rocks, &amp; mares Monday, October 13, 2008 at 12:03am on FBIt was wonderful being brought up in a home with music. Thanks Mom &amp; Dad. From Mom singing "Mares Eat Oats" (words below), to Dad singing "In them old cotton fields back home...", &amp; "Did you ever go sailing down the river of memory..." We listened to albums &amp; 8-tracks to cassettes. Remember the Chipmunks every Christmas? And </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b4-i4get.blogspot.com/feeds/2252263874811860715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://b4-i4get.blogspot.com/2009/01/banjos-singing-rocks-mares.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172621032237586061/posts/default/2252263874811860715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172621032237586061/posts/default/2252263874811860715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b4-i4get.blogspot.com/2009/01/banjos-singing-rocks-mares.html' title='Banjos, singing rocks, &amp; mares'/><author><name>p meeker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12224742959435435860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2JDRHF0S5GE/SWpcYUBKTpI/AAAAAAAAAAM/njtgMsnVyL4/S220/20081019+009b.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5172621032237586061.post-190310214866259773</id><published>2008-10-12T11:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T11:57:39.999-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Do the Math</title><summary type='text'>Do the Math   Sunday, October 12, 2008 at 8:12am on FBYou ever notice how a lot of women on facebook (myself included), &amp; a hand full of men, refrain from allowing their year of birth to be shown on their profiles? Yet, if you look at their info tab, &amp; scroll down to "Education" you can see the year that they graduated from high school. Hmmmmm.......Off that....I was alive in the 60's. No, I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b4-i4get.blogspot.com/feeds/190310214866259773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://b4-i4get.blogspot.com/2008/10/do-math.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172621032237586061/posts/default/190310214866259773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172621032237586061/posts/default/190310214866259773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b4-i4get.blogspot.com/2008/10/do-math.html' title='Do the Math'/><author><name>p meeker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12224742959435435860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2JDRHF0S5GE/SWpcYUBKTpI/AAAAAAAAAAM/njtgMsnVyL4/S220/20081019+009b.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5172621032237586061.post-4924772142141368210</id><published>2008-09-27T19:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T11:54:10.286-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What Bugs Me</title><summary type='text'>What Bugs Me Saturday, September 27, 2008 at 4:25pm on FBWe got some sun today, after a few days of rain. I just had to get outside &amp; soak up some sun. I was looking at the rose bush, when I noticed my spider. I say "my" spider because I let her live. I noticed her for the first time in May. I decided to let her live, because she kept the bag bugs off the rose bush. See, I feel that any bug who </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b4-i4get.blogspot.com/feeds/4924772142141368210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://b4-i4get.blogspot.com/2008/09/what-bugs-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172621032237586061/posts/default/4924772142141368210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172621032237586061/posts/default/4924772142141368210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b4-i4get.blogspot.com/2008/09/what-bugs-me.html' title='What Bugs Me'/><author><name>p meeker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12224742959435435860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2JDRHF0S5GE/SWpcYUBKTpI/AAAAAAAAAAM/njtgMsnVyL4/S220/20081019+009b.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2JDRHF0S5GE/SYR-Kik1tPI/AAAAAAAAAAw/5iwHKQ6jfSo/s72-c/20080927+002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5172621032237586061.post-877218293257921070</id><published>2008-09-26T11:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T11:29:49.476-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wanna drink?</title><summary type='text'>Wanna drink?  Friday, September 26, 2008 at 8:44am on FBMy "drink" of choice is water. I always thought that when someone asks you for a "drink", they meant something alcoholic. When I moved to the South, (a generation ago) I had to throw that thought out. Everyone says "drink" for everything. They even say "coke," instead of the preferred "pop" for all carbonated drinks. And what's with sweet </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b4-i4get.blogspot.com/feeds/877218293257921070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://b4-i4get.blogspot.com/2008/09/wanna-drink.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172621032237586061/posts/default/877218293257921070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172621032237586061/posts/default/877218293257921070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b4-i4get.blogspot.com/2008/09/wanna-drink.html' title='Wanna drink?'/><author><name>p meeker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12224742959435435860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2JDRHF0S5GE/SWpcYUBKTpI/AAAAAAAAAAM/njtgMsnVyL4/S220/20081019+009b.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5172621032237586061.post-2914635001163235789</id><published>2008-09-26T11:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T11:27:13.347-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Colors</title><summary type='text'>Friday, September 26, 2008 at 8:34am on FBColorsBlueNo wait, OrangeBlueOrangeI've always said blue, but ya know, on the color scale, orange is the complimentary color of blue, so...Blue is calmingOrange is insaneOh, visit the earth,ask her to join the dance!Deck her out in spring showers,fill the God-River with living water.Paint the wheat fields golden.Creation was made for this!Drench the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b4-i4get.blogspot.com/feeds/2914635001163235789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://b4-i4get.blogspot.com/2008/09/colors.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172621032237586061/posts/default/2914635001163235789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172621032237586061/posts/default/2914635001163235789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b4-i4get.blogspot.com/2008/09/colors.html' title='Colors'/><author><name>p meeker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12224742959435435860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2JDRHF0S5GE/SWpcYUBKTpI/AAAAAAAAAAM/njtgMsnVyL4/S220/20081019+009b.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
