<?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-9076314438654549871</id><updated>2012-02-16T20:10:59.420-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Fischer's</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natemelfischer.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9076314438654549871/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natemelfischer.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9076314438654549871/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Fischer's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12690414048558526049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_msiiHoqSHbs/STl_6xyMAnI/AAAAAAAAAJI/63B2TLYv_FU/S220/DSCF0693.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>117</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9076314438654549871.post-1701470114958332566</id><published>2009-12-06T17:17:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T17:38:26.766-06:00</updated><title type='text'>How is it already December...</title><content type='html'>I am really enjoying tonight...It's Sunday night and the house is totally quiet. Nate and Cole will be gone for the next 4 hours and the girls are playing their Nintendo's on their beds so silently. I started a fire...yes because I am a master fire starter now. The Christmas tree is lit and beautiful. I can see all the lights in the backyard. Nate put up pretty blue lights all around the tall trees that surround our backyard deck and it's just dreamy. I am having coffee(iced..even in the cold)and under a blanket and I thought this was a good time to write a little. I don't know how it got to be December but I guess that's how it goes.  The fall transition into winter is just the best thing ever in my mind. I love the cold and I love hearing about the snow coming in a few days. I think my house is just warm and cozy and I love that we all like being together.  Under blankets, next to fires and just telling stories, having snacks and with lots of laughs. We don't have it all together..that I am fully aware of. But one thing is...we do know how to laugh. I don't know if that's worth anything in the real world but I hope to teach my kids to not take themselves to seriously. To be able to find joy in life's journey. There's more I hope to teach them, of course. So I started back to work in October and that has been somethin else. I am working at a Skilled Nursing Facility in the business office. I get the privilege of interacting with the residents all day and the stories that have already come are out of this world. I am in LOVE! I love, love them so much I can hardly stand it. I think they are so sweet(most of them) so cute and I count it a total honor to be a part of the end of their days here on earth. I have always had a really soft spot for the elderly. It's been there as long as I can remember. So this..seems to be the right fit. It's a place that will never be just a job but a place to connect. It's good... Nate has been amazing and working on the house still. He is fixing everything like dishwashers and pipes and things I think we would officially need professionals for. The kids have all been doing well. I am truly enjoying them in their ages. Their personalities are funny and totally different from eachother. I can see Nate and I in them at places but I really SEE THEM.&lt;br /&gt;Well I think I'll be done for now...I think I'll read and enjoy this warm silence..it's very rare these days.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9076314438654549871-1701470114958332566?l=natemelfischer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natemelfischer.blogspot.com/feeds/1701470114958332566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9076314438654549871&amp;postID=1701470114958332566' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9076314438654549871/posts/default/1701470114958332566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9076314438654549871/posts/default/1701470114958332566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natemelfischer.blogspot.com/2009/12/how-is-it-already-december.html' title='How is it already December...'/><author><name>Fischer's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12690414048558526049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_msiiHoqSHbs/STl_6xyMAnI/AAAAAAAAAJI/63B2TLYv_FU/S220/DSCF0693.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9076314438654549871.post-5509754663956890450</id><published>2009-09-17T09:03:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T09:36:25.880-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I am so so so blessed....I've had 7 YEARS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_msiiHoqSHbs/SrJHfRTcaLI/AAAAAAAAATI/0VX5WhOYgEQ/s1600-h/Kendall+jace.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382443107207637170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 392px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_msiiHoqSHbs/SrJHfRTcaLI/AAAAAAAAATI/0VX5WhOYgEQ/s400/Kendall+jace.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My little love Miss Kendall turns 7 today....7 years ago this tiny beautiful baby was born and she looked perfect but I didn't know that she had a genetic metabolic disease until a few weeks later. It was an extremely long 5 months after that...It was like time stood still and I was living in a total fog. I was pretending to be a Mom to my other kids, a wife to Nate..but I was just going through motions. I was 100% focused 24/7 on my sick little baby and how we were going to live with this forever...I remember when I had resolved to be OK with it. I was walking around the hospital during one of her week long stays and I walked by these tiny kids being wheeled around in a cart with absolutely no hair and looking so tired and sick but smiling so big...I started crying, realizing that this was their life and why not me? I told God that I understand this happens and why not me? Did I think I was beyond pain, beyond challenges, beyond disappointments? Who did I think I was, really? People kept praying, asking God to heal her.. I appreciated the prayers yet I stopped praying myself for her healing.. I would just ask God..if you want to heal her, please do God. I don't EXPECT you to do it, in a demanding way..I would be grateful forever..but I will be grateful forever for her..even living with her sick...I had to be OK with it.. and manage and pull it together and jump in and learn about it and deal...5 months after she was born I got the call.. Nate and I were on our way to a cruise. We had bought it a long time ago for our anniversary and there were no refunds. It was a 3 day cruise off the coast and I didn't want to go. She wasn't in the hospital at that time but she had to be fed every two hours 24/7 and I was nervous to leave her. My Mom swore to take good care and I know that I needed a break. Spending the night in the hospital for nights and nights when she was there and just being up every 2 hours all day and night.. Yet I was terrified to leave... On our way to the cruise her Doctor called me.. She told me that all the latest tests came back negative.. her liver biopsy was fine and there was no evidence in her urine anymore..The doctor said.."I don't know what to say here... I could say there are just things we can't explain" Before the positive tests in her urine, all the specialists agreed that if you are not sick there is no way for it to be in your urine and she will always have it in her urine.... I started crying and crying and crying... The doctor said to enjoy my trip!!! They were going to run tests again when we got back to confirm...They did, they ran them again and everything came back Negative! It was hard to let go for the first year. I still got up every few hours to see if she was breathing..I watched her like a HAWK and I just prayed that if she was sick that God would keep me alert to the symptoms. After a bit.. we found out that her middle name JACE...means healing/healer. I had no idea what the name meant when we named her. I just loved the sound of it....So, my GOD stamped her name with healing before she was even born!!! This child has been such a gift. She is pure JOY! She is full full full of life, full of love and is so happy! She sings to her own melodies and surprises us all the time. I am still and will always be grateful to God for what He did... I didn't demand it, or walk around like I deserved it.. I asked and was OK either way. I still don't know if I handled it "right".. I handled it real and God did what He did...I will never forget and I will tell her the story over and over and over.. How God created her and made a promise to her, even before she was born. I am blessed on this day... September 17Th... I love you my precious, precious little Heart...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is a picture of her this morning.. walking down the street to the bus stop...Singing a song about turning 7 and making sure to keep 7 on her fingers at all time... : )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/9076314438654549871-5509754663956890450?l=natemelfischer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natemelfischer.blogspot.com/feeds/5509754663956890450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9076314438654549871&amp;postID=5509754663956890450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9076314438654549871/posts/default/5509754663956890450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9076314438654549871/posts/default/5509754663956890450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natemelfischer.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-am-so-so-so-blessedive-had-7-years.html' title='I am so so so blessed....I&apos;ve had 7 YEARS!'/><author><name>Fischer's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12690414048558526049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_msiiHoqSHbs/STl_6xyMAnI/AAAAAAAAAJI/63B2TLYv_FU/S220/DSCF0693.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_msiiHoqSHbs/SrJHfRTcaLI/AAAAAAAAATI/0VX5WhOYgEQ/s72-c/Kendall+jace.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9076314438654549871.post-1595245146777520094</id><published>2009-09-17T08:51:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T09:00:49.532-05:00</updated><title type='text'>She CRAZY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_msiiHoqSHbs/SrI_gLGgxBI/AAAAAAAAATA/R7iV_ziLrfw/s1600-h/053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382434326629630994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_msiiHoqSHbs/SrI_gLGgxBI/AAAAAAAAATA/R7iV_ziLrfw/s400/053.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the face of one BAD CHICK! I mean bad in the good way of course....This child never seems to amaze me with how tough she is physically. She pulls out her own teeth when they aren't even very loose..because she was done with it and was getting it out. She is bruised up, scraped up, bleeding all the time and just rolls with it. But yesterday she seemed to top it tall...Nate took the kids to their dentist appointments, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;CJ&lt;/span&gt; needed a few old fillings removed and then fixed and then she needed a new filling in one spot. Well, she told the Dentist that she didn't want any numbing shots.... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Umm&lt;/span&gt;, what? Yeah she just wanted to hold her Dad's hand and get it over with..!!!!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;AHHHHHHHHHHH&lt;/span&gt;!!!!!!!!! She did it... and he even cut her lip and there was blood everywhere and she was just like, oh it's okay! He gave her a bravery award ticket to go to Taco Bell..&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt; Please understand how if I was there I would have been pushing her to get some numbing shots..but her Dad was like.. oh &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;, whatever you want. I don't know if cavities hurt or not, I was always numbed so maybe it wasn't to bad but She said it hurt for a while and she just got use to it.. CRAZY!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I love this wild child....&lt;br /&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/9076314438654549871-1595245146777520094?l=natemelfischer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natemelfischer.blogspot.com/feeds/1595245146777520094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9076314438654549871&amp;postID=1595245146777520094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9076314438654549871/posts/default/1595245146777520094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9076314438654549871/posts/default/1595245146777520094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natemelfischer.blogspot.com/2009/09/she-crazy.html' title='She CRAZY!'/><author><name>Fischer's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12690414048558526049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_msiiHoqSHbs/STl_6xyMAnI/AAAAAAAAAJI/63B2TLYv_FU/S220/DSCF0693.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_msiiHoqSHbs/SrI_gLGgxBI/AAAAAAAAATA/R7iV_ziLrfw/s72-c/053.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9076314438654549871.post-2023786085842140636</id><published>2009-09-08T13:49:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T22:32:37.462-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Spanglish~</title><content type='html'>One of my favorite movies is Spanglish...I just love love love it. I watched it again this weekend and the relationship between the Mother(main character-housekeeper) and her daughter just gets me....There is a line at the end when her daughter is upset with her and she tells her Mom that she needs space.... Her mom comes running over with total authority and violates her personal space and says..."There is NO space between us!" Every time I cry....&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;OYE&lt;/span&gt;... for so many reasons. A violent, passionate love that creates no space. (I'm not talking about free will or choice here) I can see myself yelling to my own daughter...There is NO space between us!! Out of a fierce affection..not domination..not controlling..not manipulative.....just pure violent affection. The kind that creates no space...the kind God created for Him and us. So crazy.......Sigh..I Love love that line and plan to pocket it and use it any time needed in the future. Western mindset or not., my Goal is that there will be NO SPACE between my family and I.. there will be NO SPACE between my God and I will(hopefully)Fight to keep it so......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9076314438654549871-2023786085842140636?l=natemelfischer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natemelfischer.blogspot.com/feeds/2023786085842140636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9076314438654549871&amp;postID=2023786085842140636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9076314438654549871/posts/default/2023786085842140636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9076314438654549871/posts/default/2023786085842140636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natemelfischer.blogspot.com/2009/09/spanglish.html' title='Spanglish~'/><author><name>Fischer's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12690414048558526049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_msiiHoqSHbs/STl_6xyMAnI/AAAAAAAAAJI/63B2TLYv_FU/S220/DSCF0693.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9076314438654549871.post-7523714572283066066</id><published>2009-09-07T22:14:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T22:37:04.632-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lately....</title><content type='html'>Kids are back in school and Cole is seriously AGAINST middle school for 6&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; graders. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;CJ&lt;/span&gt; and Kendall come home everyday with virtually no homework..while Cole, well.. he has pages and pages. Things have been mellow...Nate and I are still working on the house every week and we've made some pretty good progress!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cole broke his wrist and he was such a champ about it. We spent all day together traveling from office to office and we laughed all day and had the best time. He is a pretty cool guy and so fun to hang with. Even with his whacked out wrist he was in the best mood.  So his activities are put on hold for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nate and I are headed to Vegas in two weeks for a WHOLE WEEK! Well more like 5 days but..yes! His work conference is there and I am tagging along. My parents are watching the kids and I am TOTALLY looking forward to hanging with my Man alone for a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a pretty crazy thing happen a few nights ago...I was driving home late at night, alone and I was on a highway(speed limit 55) that is off the busy path and it's kind of like a side road really. One lane each way and in the middle of no where. I came around a curve and saw a big truck ahead coming the other way. The truck got into my lane and was coming at me head-on. All I could see was lights and I honked my horn a few times and then when the lights were almost at me I turned the car real fast..my front tires went off into the embankment and then I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;swerved&lt;/span&gt; back and my car did a 360 and kept going off into the other side of the road into the ditch. I just missed a huge sign pole by 2-3 inches...I have never had something like this happen to me. I remember when I was going into the ditch, saying out loud.."This is it". It all happened so fast and when it was over I sat in the ditch just shaking and crying for about 5 minutes. I am not the flustered, shaky, crying type..this really did a number on me. It took about 5 minutes going back and forth in the ditch to get my car loose and I called Nate and Thanked God I was able to be driving home....The car that ran me off, never came back to see if I had flipped or was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt;.....sad. I lost the entire nights sleep..thinking about the what &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;if's&lt;/span&gt;.  Not a good way to spend the night. I shook that off and am so happy I have another day!!! God was watching and keeping me alert and the angels were on duty....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's to a great week.. CHEERS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9076314438654549871-7523714572283066066?l=natemelfischer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natemelfischer.blogspot.com/feeds/7523714572283066066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9076314438654549871&amp;postID=7523714572283066066' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9076314438654549871/posts/default/7523714572283066066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9076314438654549871/posts/default/7523714572283066066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natemelfischer.blogspot.com/2009/09/lately.html' title='Lately....'/><author><name>Fischer's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12690414048558526049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_msiiHoqSHbs/STl_6xyMAnI/AAAAAAAAAJI/63B2TLYv_FU/S220/DSCF0693.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9076314438654549871.post-5710801971810654967</id><published>2009-08-21T10:40:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T10:51:43.249-05:00</updated><title type='text'>If a picture could capture my feelings..this would be it</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_msiiHoqSHbs/So7AfV1nagI/AAAAAAAAASQ/zp2YgU6QgIk/s1600-h/refuge1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372443050170083842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_msiiHoqSHbs/So7AfV1nagI/AAAAAAAAASQ/zp2YgU6QgIk/s400/refuge1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dearest God....thank you for being my refuge.....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9076314438654549871-5710801971810654967?l=natemelfischer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natemelfischer.blogspot.com/feeds/5710801971810654967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9076314438654549871&amp;postID=5710801971810654967' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9076314438654549871/posts/default/5710801971810654967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9076314438654549871/posts/default/5710801971810654967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natemelfischer.blogspot.com/2009/08/if-picture-could-capture-my.html' title='If a picture could capture my feelings..this would be it'/><author><name>Fischer's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12690414048558526049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_msiiHoqSHbs/STl_6xyMAnI/AAAAAAAAAJI/63B2TLYv_FU/S220/DSCF0693.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_msiiHoqSHbs/So7AfV1nagI/AAAAAAAAASQ/zp2YgU6QgIk/s72-c/refuge1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9076314438654549871.post-9154110062128030907</id><published>2009-07-20T12:02:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T13:06:05.587-05:00</updated><title type='text'>James James James.....</title><content type='html'>James: 1;27&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Religion that God accepts as pure and without fault is this: caring for orphans or widows who need help, and keeping yourself free from the world's evil influence.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been in James and unable to get out!!!  5 chapters... I am hoping to plan a crop of "right-living".....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ACTION ACTION ACTION ACTION ACTION...DO DO DO DO DO DO DO DO DO DO DO&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9076314438654549871-9154110062128030907?l=natemelfischer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natemelfischer.blogspot.com/feeds/9154110062128030907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9076314438654549871&amp;postID=9154110062128030907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9076314438654549871/posts/default/9154110062128030907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9076314438654549871/posts/default/9154110062128030907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natemelfischer.blogspot.com/2009/07/james-james-james.html' title='James James James.....'/><author><name>Fischer's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12690414048558526049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_msiiHoqSHbs/STl_6xyMAnI/AAAAAAAAAJI/63B2TLYv_FU/S220/DSCF0693.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9076314438654549871.post-3040561533908375970</id><published>2009-07-13T22:15:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T22:45:52.513-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A serious Blog neglector</title><content type='html'>Wow so I've been neglecting my blog in a serious way. I haven't been neglecting life so much though. BUSY!!!!!!!! But then not busy at the same time. Having all the kids home all day feels busy but we have lots of chill time together. Nate and I have been working on the house lots and running ideas by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;each other&lt;/span&gt; and looking at stores and I've been on design sites lots. It's been awesome finding all the cool stuff out there people are doing to their houses. We have lots of yard and house to fix up so it's going to take T-I-M-E....we are loving this and doing it ourselves feels pretty good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am STILL reading history books about women and women of achievement...it's kind of a weird obsession that hasn't died off. I AM CRAZY about women. I am bummed about where we seem to be these days though...hmmm..maybe more on this later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nate and I are taking the kids to Washington next week to see Nate's Mom and his sister Jenn and her family. My kids need to see some of their cousins from this side of the family. Seems we only get them together during sad times. It is worth the money to make memories...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that the kids and I are heading to Cali to see my family and friends for two weeks. It will feel hard to leave my house thinking of the projects I could be doing...I need to settle down home project madness of the mind...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just celebrated my 32 birthday. I love getting older and the age thing doesn't bother me at all. I love the 30's so much.  Nate was very sweet to me. He surprised me and planned for him and I to have the whole night alone. It was wonderful and much needed. The hotel was so nice and dinner was great. Good &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;conversation&lt;/span&gt;, laughing and lots and lots of food...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can hear the tile saw still going...time for me to do some more READING..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9076314438654549871-3040561533908375970?l=natemelfischer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natemelfischer.blogspot.com/feeds/3040561533908375970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9076314438654549871&amp;postID=3040561533908375970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9076314438654549871/posts/default/3040561533908375970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9076314438654549871/posts/default/3040561533908375970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natemelfischer.blogspot.com/2009/07/serious-blog-neglector.html' title='A serious Blog neglector'/><author><name>Fischer's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12690414048558526049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_msiiHoqSHbs/STl_6xyMAnI/AAAAAAAAAJI/63B2TLYv_FU/S220/DSCF0693.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9076314438654549871.post-5460156816039146168</id><published>2009-06-03T15:11:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T15:26:08.199-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh man...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_msiiHoqSHbs/SibZa55fxgI/AAAAAAAAASI/8LJyf6Ja9wc/s1600-h/twilight.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343197064163476994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 288px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_msiiHoqSHbs/SibZa55fxgI/AAAAAAAAASI/8LJyf6Ja9wc/s400/twilight.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so...Twilight. I have to say that I didn't get it. I was so annoyed by hearing about Twilight every 5 minutes, Seeing them on TV, hearing and hearing about teenage girls going to watch this 4-5 times when it came out. There was absolutely no part of me buying into this madness. It didn't draw me in at all in the previews. Vampires?? Nah..not into it.  It wasn't until coming home from South Africa to London did I discover my inner teenager crying out in delight. I had decided to watch some movies for the 11 hour ride. I hadn't watched any movies on the way out and so as I flipped through the choices I passed right by twilight. I started with the Reader...OK just a little too much nakedness for my liking. Then Doubt..liked this one. Then I thought, whatever I'll watch Twilight and see what the heck this thing is really about. I figured if it was too lame I would quit it and eat some delicious airplane food instead. Ummm...okay so it took about 10 minutes or however long for me to get not only sucked in but LOVING EVERY MINUTE of this movie! Hello Edward Cullen, why do you exist??!! haha Anyway, so now I am finally able to start the books and surely I will blow through all of them like an obsessive lunatic. Like a Jr. High girl flipping through Teen Beat magazine looking for NKOTB posters. Hideous!! But it's true..I can't deny the Twilight power anymore...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_msiiHoqSHbs/SibZLjeCwWI/AAAAAAAAASA/xyJriSQG1Sk/s1600-h/twilight.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.google.com/imgres?imgurl=http://outtheotherear.files.wordpress.com/2008/12/twilight1.jpg&amp;amp;imgrefurl=http://outtheotherear.wordpress.com/2008/12/01/twilight-has-raped-the-minds-of-teenage-girls-everywhere/&amp;amp;usg=__p9ATKAoYJDIYalI2kRA_e81N4lE=&amp;amp;h=577&amp;amp;w=800&amp;amp;sz=132&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;start=6&amp;amp;um=1&amp;amp;tbnid=p7_w6ZiyYRyv-M:&amp;amp;tbnh=103&amp;amp;tbnw=143&amp;amp;prev=/images%3Fq%3Dtwilight%2Bpics%26hl%3Den%26rlz%3D1T4ADBF_enUS309US309%26sa%3DX%26um%3D1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.google.com/imgres?imgurl=http://outtheotherear.files.wordpress.com/2008/12/twilight1.jpg&amp;amp;imgrefurl=http://outtheotherear.wordpress.com/2008/12/01/twilight-has-raped-the-minds-of-teenage-girls-everywhere/&amp;amp;usg=__p9ATKAoYJDIYalI2kRA_e81N4lE=&amp;amp;h=577&amp;amp;w=800&amp;amp;sz=132&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;start=6&amp;amp;um=1&amp;amp;tbnid=p7_w6ZiyYRyv-M:&amp;amp;tbnh=103&amp;amp;tbnw=143&amp;amp;prev=/images%3Fq%3Dtwilight%2Bpics%26hl%3Den%26rlz%3D1T4ADBF_enUS309US309%26sa%3DX%26um%3D1"&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/9076314438654549871-5460156816039146168?l=natemelfischer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natemelfischer.blogspot.com/feeds/5460156816039146168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9076314438654549871&amp;postID=5460156816039146168' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9076314438654549871/posts/default/5460156816039146168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9076314438654549871/posts/default/5460156816039146168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natemelfischer.blogspot.com/2009/06/oh-man.html' title='Oh man...'/><author><name>Fischer's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12690414048558526049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_msiiHoqSHbs/STl_6xyMAnI/AAAAAAAAAJI/63B2TLYv_FU/S220/DSCF0693.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_msiiHoqSHbs/SibZa55fxgI/AAAAAAAAASI/8LJyf6Ja9wc/s72-c/twilight.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9076314438654549871.post-2167626603897357469</id><published>2009-06-02T08:26:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T12:04:05.409-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Last night's Kindergarten graduation was OUT OF CONTROL! I guess when you have all the Kindergartners in the whole town attending the same school and you are a small town, you can GO NUTS! The graduation was at the High School and it was PACKED OUT!! I knew Kendall would be in a cap with a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;tassel&lt;/span&gt;(because I paid for the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;tassel&lt;/span&gt; before) but I had no idea my baby would be in a gown looking just like she will look in the year 2021...Even the tiny gown was so big on her and she looked so cute I could hardly stand it! We had the graduation official music playing, guest speakers...Nate and I were like.."&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;woah&lt;/span&gt;". Getting out of the parking lot felt like a HS graduation too, awesome. On the way home Kendall tells me..." Emma thinks you are cute!" then Kendall laughs a lot. I say," well why is that so funny, do you think I'm not cute or something?" Kendall laughs some more.."&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;NOOOOO&lt;/span&gt; I think YOU'RE SO CUTE but I don't know if anyone else thinks your cute, so when she told me that I just laughed." That's when it hit me that maybe kids think about us, how we think about them? We think our kids are ADORABLE and SO CUTE but we really don't know or care if anyone else does! She was telling me the same thing..&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt; We took her to the store to pick out a cake and we gave her a present and a card. She asked Nate to read it to her while she was eating her cake and he went through and read what Cole wrote, then &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;CJ&lt;/span&gt;, then himself and then when he got to mine he got through the first sentence and she burst into uncontrollable tears! She was so overwhelmed she just got up and came running to me and said she really needed a hug! She said she was happy about the nice things we all said but as soon as I told her that she was my heart, she couldn't take it anymore! She held and re-read the card and cried and cried for the next half hour. It was very sweet.... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;CJ&lt;/span&gt; even wrote in the card and said.....congrats Kendall..you aren't a big baby anymore!!! Siblings...they keep it real.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9076314438654549871-2167626603897357469?l=natemelfischer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natemelfischer.blogspot.com/feeds/2167626603897357469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9076314438654549871&amp;postID=2167626603897357469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9076314438654549871/posts/default/2167626603897357469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9076314438654549871/posts/default/2167626603897357469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natemelfischer.blogspot.com/2009/06/last-nights-kindergarten-graduation-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Fischer's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12690414048558526049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_msiiHoqSHbs/STl_6xyMAnI/AAAAAAAAAJI/63B2TLYv_FU/S220/DSCF0693.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9076314438654549871.post-8722022869954810778</id><published>2009-06-01T11:04:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T11:51:04.660-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Kendall Jace</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_msiiHoqSHbs/SiQD6JqRvZI/AAAAAAAAAR4/qipptQIIxOc/s1600-h/014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342399355528789394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 304px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_msiiHoqSHbs/SiQD6JqRvZI/AAAAAAAAAR4/qipptQIIxOc/s400/014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is my last baby...Kendall Jace. What a way to end the children making in our family! She is quite the finale. Tonight she graduates Kindergarten.... There isn't a day that goes by that I don't catch myself staring at her and smiling. God made her wonderfully and I get to love her, forever. She is overflowing with the funniest personality. I sneak into her bedroom at night and just play with her hair..kiss her cheeks rather hard(I can't get enough of her face!)and then sometimes I'll get lucky and she'll wake up, throw her arms around me and fall back asleep. Can't wait to see her in her tiny cap tonight. Joy and sadness..hand in hand, the duo of our lives. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life....be in the moment.&lt;br /&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/9076314438654549871-8722022869954810778?l=natemelfischer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natemelfischer.blogspot.com/feeds/8722022869954810778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9076314438654549871&amp;postID=8722022869954810778' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9076314438654549871/posts/default/8722022869954810778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9076314438654549871/posts/default/8722022869954810778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natemelfischer.blogspot.com/2009/06/kendall-jace.html' title='Kendall Jace'/><author><name>Fischer's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12690414048558526049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_msiiHoqSHbs/STl_6xyMAnI/AAAAAAAAAJI/63B2TLYv_FU/S220/DSCF0693.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_msiiHoqSHbs/SiQD6JqRvZI/AAAAAAAAAR4/qipptQIIxOc/s72-c/014.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9076314438654549871.post-7621194764292325453</id><published>2009-05-26T08:30:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T08:54:06.309-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Camping...yes I can!</title><content type='html'>We had the best weekend. We took the kids camping with two of my girlfriends and their families. We had loads of ticks, fun, laughter and snacks! I had the privilege of being in the car and witnessing first hand what driving into and over a giant running wild turkey feels like and looks like(my friend Lisa did it, not me, ya'll!) and it wasn't pretty! haha I have never seen ticks like I saw them this weekend. I was the biggest cry-baby of the bunch, wearing jeans and spraying deet on me from hair to tennis shoe, trying to stay under a tarp(so they didn't fall on me from the trees)and keeping an eye 24/7 on my skin. The spray kept them from attaching to the kids(only a few bit them) who were wildly running through the forest and having the best time. I am so thankful God had me work with these two ladies at the preschool and get to know them and become friends with them. They are such great friends, Mom's and women. Nate had the best time hanging with their men. They are such good guys who had me laughing every second. The memory of having the bed of our truck filled with kids on the way back from the Lake, singing loudly and wildly, laughing and smiling was a good one and makes the bad bug situation totally worth it. And the little girls filling up used water bottles with faucet water and setting up shop on the street to try to make a sale, hearing Kendall yell "WATER BOTTLES FOR SALE, $1.00, CHEAP!!" and then the girls decided they should maybe sell new water bottles instead. Then Kendall yelling... " NEW, NEVER OPENED WATER BOTTLES FOR SALE! $1.00, CHEAP!!!!" The last night the ranger came to tell us, in a scary ranger person voice to be quiet or she would kick us all out and we needed to keep our rotten kids quiet too!! It was such a good trip and my kids are already asking ......when can we go AGAIN??!?!?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9076314438654549871-7621194764292325453?l=natemelfischer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natemelfischer.blogspot.com/feeds/7621194764292325453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9076314438654549871&amp;postID=7621194764292325453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9076314438654549871/posts/default/7621194764292325453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9076314438654549871/posts/default/7621194764292325453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natemelfischer.blogspot.com/2009/05/campingyes-i-can.html' title='Camping...yes I can!'/><author><name>Fischer's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12690414048558526049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_msiiHoqSHbs/STl_6xyMAnI/AAAAAAAAAJI/63B2TLYv_FU/S220/DSCF0693.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9076314438654549871.post-7389217626152652812</id><published>2009-05-20T08:35:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T08:42:42.601-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_msiiHoqSHbs/ShQHtMGJQQI/AAAAAAAAARo/xyLzz-q0a30/s1600-h/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337899931263385858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 286px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_msiiHoqSHbs/ShQHtMGJQQI/AAAAAAAAARo/xyLzz-q0a30/s400/002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked over on the couch and I take a look at this...then another..just to make sure CJ hadn't pulled some harry potter move and wasn't really on the bus this morning. My kids...I laughed pretty good. They are always doing something weird and I am always amused!&lt;br /&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/9076314438654549871-7389217626152652812?l=natemelfischer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natemelfischer.blogspot.com/feeds/7389217626152652812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9076314438654549871&amp;postID=7389217626152652812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9076314438654549871/posts/default/7389217626152652812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9076314438654549871/posts/default/7389217626152652812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natemelfischer.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-looked-over-on-couch-and-i-take-look.html' title=''/><author><name>Fischer's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12690414048558526049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_msiiHoqSHbs/STl_6xyMAnI/AAAAAAAAAJI/63B2TLYv_FU/S220/DSCF0693.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_msiiHoqSHbs/ShQHtMGJQQI/AAAAAAAAARo/xyLzz-q0a30/s72-c/002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9076314438654549871.post-7570112756491117135</id><published>2009-05-19T06:55:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T07:04:00.612-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Field trips are so painful!</title><content type='html'>I am not the kind of person that enjoys taking little children on field trips.. I have gone a few times because my children have begged and then that turned into me feeling guilty so I would say yes and then immediately be sad I said yes! I have offered them everything from paying them off..$10.00? Letting them stay home on field trip days..?? We'll play &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Wii&lt;/span&gt;... COME ON! When I moved &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;CJ&lt;/span&gt; over to this new school she had a field trip sign up in the first week. She says.. "Mom, please come." I signed it..I felt sad about signing but wanted to do something nice since she was at a new school. Well I totally forgot about it and last night she was telling me all about what I need to do tomorrow for the field trip!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;NOOOOOOOOOO&lt;/span&gt;!!!!!!!!! I tell her," let's stay home and go have lunch and party all day!" &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;CJ&lt;/span&gt;, " no thanks, I'll do that on Wednesday though." Me, "nice try." &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;CJ&lt;/span&gt;," Mama don't you LOVE ME, YOUR DAUGHTER!" Me, " &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;hmmm&lt;/span&gt;..do I still have to go on the field trip if I say yes?" &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;CJ&lt;/span&gt;," uh huh.." Me," Yes I love you...see how much I LOVE YOU, I like field trips as much as I'd like someone punching me straight in the face and yet I still put that aside to do something I don't like because I love you so much." &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;CJ&lt;/span&gt;," MAMA! Thank you...okay so tomorrow..there are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;souvenirs&lt;/span&gt; and stuff...wink wink" So....off to the wonderful steamboat today. Why can't it ever be something like a food or candy factory.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9076314438654549871-7570112756491117135?l=natemelfischer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natemelfischer.blogspot.com/feeds/7570112756491117135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9076314438654549871&amp;postID=7570112756491117135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9076314438654549871/posts/default/7570112756491117135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9076314438654549871/posts/default/7570112756491117135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natemelfischer.blogspot.com/2009/05/field-trips-are-so-painful.html' title='Field trips are so painful!'/><author><name>Fischer's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12690414048558526049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_msiiHoqSHbs/STl_6xyMAnI/AAAAAAAAAJI/63B2TLYv_FU/S220/DSCF0693.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9076314438654549871.post-1682281456759148078</id><published>2009-05-18T08:15:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T08:30:24.115-05:00</updated><title type='text'>When Girls play with Pugs....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_msiiHoqSHbs/ShFgIgyLw_I/AAAAAAAAARY/YYQ78FXZF5g/s1600-h/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337152732766389234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 380px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_msiiHoqSHbs/ShFgIgyLw_I/AAAAAAAAARY/YYQ78FXZF5g/s400/001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Bosley&lt;/span&gt; is such a good sport! The girls put him in this beautiful outfit yesterday. Kendall is the one who usually tortures &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Bosley&lt;/span&gt; by putting blankets or outfits on him, singing to him, hand feeding him his dog food piece by piece, putting him on a lease to just walk him around the house...ect.ect.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Bosley&lt;/span&gt; just goes with it. He is happy to be with the kids and doesn't seem to bother him. If we could only see into THEIR MINDS!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This was a really great weekend.. First weekend with no soccer and we just worked on the house. Well except Saturday night we hit up a pizza place, partied at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Walmart&lt;/span&gt; and had some late night &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;DQ&lt;/span&gt;! Sunday Nate worked in the yard from 9am-8pm and only came in to grab waters and pizza. He had the older kids out raking leaves and helping him burn them in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;fire pit&lt;/span&gt;. Kendall was so pumped to work outside until she saw a tick on her leg, screamed and smashed it off and then decided helping Mom inside is way more fun. There is still so much to do and we are really enjoying it. The kids had a great weekend hanging outside. Making clubhouses down by the water and Cole running through the yard with his BB gun pretending to be at war. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;More painting on my agenda today...&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/9076314438654549871-1682281456759148078?l=natemelfischer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natemelfischer.blogspot.com/feeds/1682281456759148078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9076314438654549871&amp;postID=1682281456759148078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9076314438654549871/posts/default/1682281456759148078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9076314438654549871/posts/default/1682281456759148078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natemelfischer.blogspot.com/2009/05/when-girls-play-with-pugs.html' title='When Girls play with Pugs....'/><author><name>Fischer's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12690414048558526049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_msiiHoqSHbs/STl_6xyMAnI/AAAAAAAAAJI/63B2TLYv_FU/S220/DSCF0693.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_msiiHoqSHbs/ShFgIgyLw_I/AAAAAAAAARY/YYQ78FXZF5g/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9076314438654549871.post-3723190592540673441</id><published>2009-05-11T08:35:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T10:25:47.717-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Africa~ This will be LONG</title><content type='html'>Cole and I left for Africa 2 months ago...Crazy it's been that long. Life has been going full speed since then. I was thinking about Africa this morning. I walked the kids down the street to the bus and there was a smell in the air that put me right back. It was a good smell, maybe a flower scent. Most of the smells in Africa weren't good smells. Although one time when we were riding in the back of a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Cami&lt;/span&gt; on the way to one of the bush villages we had a total downpour of rain. Complete hurricane style raining....everyone was completely drenched in seconds and laughing and singing. After the rain stopped the smell was so wonderful. Fresh and alive....how does something even smell alive? I don't know but it smelt like life... Cole and I went on the MOST amazing adventure. It was incredibly challenging and tough at times. God saw us through, kept us safe and allowed us to experience the fullness of each moment. From joy to pain, good times and the hard ones. It wasn't what I expected at all...it was more....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a real time getting there. Went from KC to NYC where we had to get to JFK from Long Island. We found the train and switched a couple of times with all of our heavy luggage(filled with food mostly) and made it to our destination. Then we headed off to London and spent a whole day exploring the city. That was one of the best days I have ever had. We had the best time..hopping on and off the Tube and visiting some of my most favorite places. Places I read about so often. It was such a good day. We headed off to South Africa and had a few hours there. Then off to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Pemba&lt;/span&gt;, Mozambique. It had been three days of no sleep(for me) yet I felt very awake. Flying over &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Pemba&lt;/span&gt; was one of the most beautiful landings I have ever had. Landing in Hawaii is pretty sweet but this was more beautiful. The water and land were just breathtaking. Green and colorful. The airport was so, so tiny. The air was thick with moisture and it was incredibly hot. I've never felt weather like that before. We got our Visa's and were heading for the door...well until Cole's suitcase never arrived. It was missing. It had all his clothes, our shampoo stuff and food as well. We hoped it would arrive either before we left or it would get shipped back to the states and it wasn't lost for good. We got in the back of an army vehicle and headed through town. It was poor...trash all over the sides of the roads...people everywhere walking with no shoes and carrying things upon their heads. At the base we noticed it was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;surrounded&lt;/span&gt; by a large gate and security guards. There have been some issues with safety. We got checked into our room and Cole and I had twin beds in a room with sneaky bugs getting in. We had mosquito nets above our bed that were blue and some fans which because the power didn't go out while we were there(it does every couple weeks for days) we were able to have some hot air circulating a bit. It was better than hot standing still air. Our showers were filled with bugs, but we had showers! We had beds and toilets and showers! This would mean much more to us later in the week... We spent all day with the kids that day. It was Saturday so they had the day off. Cole made friends in the first minute of walking out of the visitor center. Swarmed with kids, hugging him and asking his name. Walking him around, showing him their home. I had kids on each side, snuggling close and my heart was full. This was and is my favorite thing to do. Look at a child and really see them.. hug them, hold them, hope in some way I can make them feel loved, wanted..important, that they matter. Having no personal space boundaries or issues are very important in a place like this!! The kids....(deep sigh) amazing. Smiles as far as you could see...hands reaching out just to touch some part of your skin. Cole was living like an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;African&lt;/span&gt;. No shoes, no clothes and no food....he was content and up for anything, except maybe the fish head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent time in the baby's house, loving on them. They weren't like babies I had ever seen. They were all so quiet. Not a sound, except when they thought you were leaving they would whimper a bit. Other than that, they wanted to be in your arms, on your lap just...being. We met a baby who had just come the night before. Her mom had passed and she was orphaned. She was beautiful and I prayed over her while I held her in my arms. God had a purpose for this child. What a blessed child who is taken in and loved by this ministry. Big plans.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Church with Heidi at the base. Out of this world...it felt more like church than any other church I have ever been too. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Completely&lt;/span&gt; informal, full of people of all ages. Little flair but lots of spirit. The kids danced and sang, we worshipped and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Heidi&lt;/span&gt; preached. But first it was testimony time. People talking about God healing them from extreme sickness. All of it just felt very old... like it would be how church was in our history books/bible..but how church still is for many around the world still. It was refreshing and simple. They didn't have to play simple, they just were. That's the difference.. Feels like we want to be simple here but we aren't simple so we look like phonies..&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;ha ha&lt;/span&gt; Anyway, what do I know..clearly not enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday's after church they feed the villagers that come for church...wonderful! Meeting physical needs..God doesn't forget that we need food/water to live here on earth. He provides for our flesh as well as our spirit! There were so many people. Visitors are suppose to go to the front of the line always. Cole and I looked at the line and the need and couldn't bring ourselves to walk in front of them. Not that we are saints or something, it just didn't feel right yet. I'm sure after living there a while it would feel more normal. We spent time with some kids and headed back to eat what he had in my suitcase..beef jerky and granola bars..yum yum. We got invited to a beach party that afternoon. They were saying goodbye to two IRIS girls who were going to the states for some school. This was an afternoon I will never forget. Cole's baptism... He wanted to be baptized in the Indian Ocean. He felt like God set it up for him personally. He wanted Heidi to do it.. I was sure that we could get him baptized..not sure if Heidi would even be at the base when we were there that week or that she could/would even have time to do that. Well Cole was right. God totally designed it and it was for sure in His will. Heidi was there and down the beach a ways. I told Cole if he wanted to ask her, this would be the ONLY time there was. He said, OK. and took off down the beach and took his destiny into his hands. He talked to Heidi and asked her and came running back and said.."SHE SAID YES!! AND BRING EVERYONE!" It was the coolest experience ever. The water was warm..the waves were strong and coming every few seconds. Heidi had Cole give a testimony...We all prayed over him. There was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Portuguese&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Makua&lt;/span&gt;, English and tongues happening. The Holy Spirit FELL and we were overwhelmed. She prophesied &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Eph&lt;/span&gt;. over Cole and said his nets would be FULL. She laid him back and prayed over him and let him rest in the water while he praised God. She had said...maybe God had me baptize you, so that I could baptize you a missionary. Cole told her that he wanted to be a missionary and have God take him all over the world. They were able to walk hand in hand on the beach and spend some time talking about all of it. She was amazing...Cole was blessed...I was in awe that God did this for him and it was more..just more that I imagined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We visited the local hospital one day...wow. There were people laying all outside the hospital. All over the grass, on the pavement with their sick children or they themselves just being sick. The smell inside the hospitals were intense and the overwhelming need for prayer/help was evident. Cole and I went to pray for the babies. Most babies were sick with Malaria. The other visitors said most of the adults were sick with Malaria as well. The babies were miserable. We had a translator with us to ask if we could pray. This is a high &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Muslim&lt;/span&gt; area and we needed to ask permission. All the mom's said yes. They were tired and exhausted and worried. One baby had the malaria that spread to his brain and that was horrible to see. The baby's head just went from side to side and his little tongue hung out. Looked like a constant seizure. We laid hands on all of them and prayed for healing and for future's filled with hope, salvation and relationships with God. It was an important visit for Cole and I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the base, they not only take care of their kids but they take care of the village kids too. Everyday they feed about 700 kids lunch. Beans and rice for the masses.... All the kids line up at a gate and the guards open it and they all come RUNNING in and sit under a tarp/tent. Under the tent they give the kids a bible lesson..&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Monday&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Friday&lt;/span&gt;. The kids come from all over the city. Walking far with no shoes and carrying babies with them. I saw many kids..4-5 yrs old carrying a brother/sister on their back or on their hips. So they could have a meal too. This was blowing my mind. I just thought...They are so, so capable. These are the strongest and most capable children I have ever seen. When I get prideful and think I am strong..think again. Think back to the babies carrying the babies across town for some rice. Melanie..think back, rely on the Father always. This was special and fruitful and wonderful. We got to feed the kids when they came out of the tent and they were grateful. Smiling and full of JOY! Lots of little hands tugging on you for a hug and a smile. Just the best. My heart...SO full.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cole and I made sure to spend time with the kids any chance we could. One time we spent time with a group of about 30 girls. The girls were much harder than the boys. The boys were very open and social. The girls were much more stand offish and reserved. The girls and boys live &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;separate&lt;/span&gt; and eat &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;separate&lt;/span&gt;. The culture is very &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;separate&lt;/span&gt;. The girls were staring at us and we waved and they just looked at us. I walked up to one girl and wiggled my hair in her face. That was it! That was all it took...2 hours and tons of laughter later we had made friends! They played in my hair for the entire time. One would get under my chin and put my hair over her head and her friends would look and laugh at what she would look like with hair! They loved this..they braided it, brushed it with their picks and kissed and pinched my arms and face. Just wanted to touch and be touched...It is true that there are many love languages...it's most true that physical touch with these children is the most important. You cannot communicate much, if you give gifts they will stop depending on God for things and look to people to hand them things..if you hold out your hand and give them a hug, It's filling up their love tanks...I was more than happy to do so. Being my love language, I was in HEAVEN...HEAVEN...HEAVEN!! Cole was amazing. These girls were ALL OVER HIM..in his hair, holding his hand and touching his dimpled chin. He was a champ. This kid kept surprising me at every new turn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had heard that Heidi set up a "Bush" outreach for all of us. There were about 13 visitors the week we were there. It's an unusually low number we came to find out and it was unusual that Heidi was there all week too. So, God has us there at an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;unusual&lt;/span&gt; and perfect time. I confess, I confess, I confess....I DID NOT WANT TO GO INTO THE BUSH...AT ALL... AT ALL! I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;journaled&lt;/span&gt; that I was mad, I talked to God about that I was mad...But they gave me a tent and sleeping bag and said.. Have fun! We were spending 3 days and 2 nights there. We would visit two different villages. God wanted us to experience this even if I was mad about it. I decided to get over it quickly and go with it. I thought if I tried to stay at the base that maybe I'd get swallowed up by a giant &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;African&lt;/span&gt; mosquito and have to live in it's belly for three days. We all hopped in the back of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Cami&lt;/span&gt; and headed out. No idea what to expect... I can tell you now that there would be NO IDEA I could even have tried to imagine what it would be like...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got to the first village and set up our camp. It was dark by the time we were finished. No lights in the bush..we walked down to a section where they set up the ministry part. They parked the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Cami&lt;/span&gt; there which turned into a movie screen where they played a movie about Jesus that had been translated into their language. After the movie, Heidi preached and asked for people who wanted healing to raise their hands. Many, many, many people needed prayer. Before that, Heidi asked Cole to give a testimony to the people. It was his 11&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; birthday! The whole village sang and then Cole told them about a dream he had a few nights before. The dream was about Satan pretending he was God and telling Cole that the Africans shouldn't be loved. They were unclean and dirty and unworthy. Satan tried to flatter Cole by telling him that he should stay away and that his skin was white and beautiful. Cole told Satan to be quiet and that the Africans are worthy and he would love them..God loves them and would love them. Crazy dream eh? He shared it and the crowd cheered! The crowd was so big, I kept Cole on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Cami&lt;/span&gt; and we prayed for the people who came up. It was a strange experience. There were lots of people who were genuine...there were lots of men who were not. They would ask for prayer so they could get close enough to put their hands all over you. I mean ALL OVER you. It was hard...I was scared and thinking they could pull any one of us girls off the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;Cami&lt;/span&gt; in the dark in one second. God was faithful... it was a long night. People testified God opened their ears and they could hear now and there were other &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;healings&lt;/span&gt; as well as many people getting saved. We did not feel safe..we just prayed and prayed God would keep us. God kept us... We ate sandy tuna spaghetti for dinner and slept in our tent. All the time spraying gallons of mosquito &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;repellent&lt;/span&gt; on us every hour or so. And kicking tarantula's while waiting to go to the bathroom, which was the outside baby! Just a dirt hole and the stars in the sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day we had church and stayed for the pastors wedding. The villagers all live in mud houses and the church was a mud church and it was so tiny. Worshipping with them was OUT OF CONTROL! Just voices, a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;jimbay&lt;/span&gt; and the Holy Spirit and you have yourself in the very presence of the GOOD LORD! It was the best... We played with the kids a bit before heading out to the next village. The next village just never felt right. I'll just say it was dark. Must have had more witchcraft than the last one, not sure. There were more witch doctors that I saw this time. Kids cruising about with giant machete's and the feeling that this just wasn't going to be easy. Right away they were more invasive and the grabbing was more &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;inappropriate&lt;/span&gt; and intense. Cole wasn't just being touched he was being hit, grabbed, hair pulled. This was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; some intense stuff we were entering into. That night was one of the scariest nights of my life. Honestly didn't know if we'd make it through. We didn't have any leaders with us. Heidi was on another outreach and it was Cole and I. Some young people from Texas and a wonderful woman visitor from England. We had local bible school students from the base to try to help translate but that wasn't going well. This time.. they told us there were about 3000 people there. We got into the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;Cami&lt;/span&gt; and just prayed..it just felt hard and all we could do was pray. Pray for the people and pray for God's protection. I felt very vulnerable as a woman and with my child. Oh Lord, I thought I was being stretched pretty good before this?? Now I realize that there was more stretching and more west that was dying. I got hit very hard by a crazed African woman with a baby on her back. She was screaming in my face and she was so angry. I couldn't understand her and it looked like she was not right....LORD, HELP! The video played and she continued to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;harass&lt;/span&gt; us. Cole was started to buckle a bit now. I could see I needed to keep it together for him. Although inside I wished I could just go fetal and hide somewhere and wait it out. We prayed and prayed and prayed and prayed for the crowds after the movie. It was an endless sea of faces and there were only 9-10 of us. When we were done, it was scary. All of us girls and Cole had to stand in the middle of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;Cami&lt;/span&gt; and all close so that the men couldn't grab us or at us at the sides. They were getting rowdy and we were trying to protect ourselves. I can honestly say that I was afraid for my life and for Cole. What could I do? Pray...that's it and that's all I did. Pray Pray Pray... That night in the tent we were all thinking we were getting &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;machete'd&lt;/span&gt; and we were joking but the kind that you go..hey this could happen. I couldn't sleep and kept waking up seeing that there were dark figures in the tent..Oye..PRAY PRAY PRAY...Never was I happier to see the morning sun than that next morning! The light always, always is best! We found out that a witch doctor gave her life to God and had some of the group pray curses and the darkness off her.. Amazing! Cole had reached his capacity. He could only be hit, yelled at, hair pulled and have things thrown at him for so long. He was tired and overwhelmed. I looked at him and tried to imagine myself doing what he has been doing and I couldn't. I was so proud of him. We were having an incredibly difficult time yet God had arranged it and saw us through it. Time to take the bad...there has been good and now here we were in the thick of crazy. God will see us through...that's all I would say to him while him and I waited outside in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;Cami&lt;/span&gt; for 2 hours alone protecting all the stuff while the others were inside the church. We got &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;harassed&lt;/span&gt; for two hours straight and Cole got the worst of it. God will see us through buddy.. And God did.  I just told Cole that bringing the gospel to people is going to be hard. There will be times like this and we can't be angry at the people.  Lots of people got saved and had healings...you have to pray and just let God get you through the hard parts...He understood..But like the rest of us, he was tired and ready to get back the base kids. Who after this experience, you could tell how good they were emotionally/spiritually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got back to the base..I started to feel sick. I had a fever right away and my body didn't feel right. I took some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;Ibuprofen&lt;/span&gt; and hoped it would pass. It was one of the longest nights of my life. Having not slept and now my body feeling strange was a bad combination for me. Emotionally I was drained. I cried and I cried and I cried. I drank gallons and gallons of water.. Hoping I was dehydrated. I cried and asked God not to send me to that village hospital and to get me home with my son. How could this happen when I was suppose to leave the next day to South Africa for a three day layover with my son. I felt vulnerable and afraid. PRAY PRAY PRAY....Trust God and pray. Oh man..long rough night. Thinking what if I have Malaria or something? What do I do? Stay? The next morning a nurse came to see me. They gave me some medicine thinking it could be a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;UTI&lt;/span&gt;..although I didn't have any of those symptoms. We packed up...said goodbye to everyone. Prayed for the kids..the kids prayed for us. Our time at IRIS was over..(for now) and now it was time to start our journey home. Three day layover in South Africa..back to London and then a full day/night in NYC before getting home to KC. Well.. it was a long way home. I never got better..I went in and out of feeling horrible to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt;..back to horrible. We were able to leave SA a day early and start back. When in NYC we got to our hotel but there was NO ROOM AT THE INN! So, got a hold of my parents who came through with finding us another hotel close. I was so sick..scared....keep praying Mel, just keep praying. God got you this far right? He did..but I still was up all night sick and crying in the bathtub...Oh man, all this brought me right back to Kendall being sick and working through that with God. Scared- PRAY- CRY-PRAY.. know God works everything out. Your emotions have to work themselves out along the way too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so good to get home... had tests and tests and tests.. I went through Malaria treatment and honestly that was 100 times worse than Malaria. I lost my hearing within the first hour and was terribly sick. My mom flew back out to help me through it. My friend Marie was on back up call if Mom couldn't make it. Mom took care of the kids and me while Nate worked and she was amazing. I am a terrible patient.....Lord help the nursing home or person who has to love me as an elderly. I had to come off one set of meds a few days early. Doctor said it could be damaging my hearing permantely...After that... I AM WELL! I have felt great and GOD saw me through and through and through..haha!! Oh man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been INFECTED!!! INFECTED with AFRICA!!! Malaria was horrible but worth it?? A million times YES! I am so grateful God allowed me to go on this journey with my son. This was such a priveledge. Spending time and loving on God's precious treasures. Cole blew me away. God is preparing this boy for something. His heart, his compassion and his openness. He was gentle with the babies and kind to the elderly. I was proud of my boy..who will soon be a man. I know God used this to shape a part of him..forever. As for me...sometimes as Mom's I think you can forget about your dreams. I had a dream as a child that God saw fit to have fulfilled. Doesn't matter the years that pass..If you dream and still chase.. God still fulfills! This trip was more of everything...It was so good. I pray this is just the beginning of times back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cole told Heidi he would be back...The possibilities are endless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this was a novel.. : ) God was the most faithful. Like He promises..Like He always is. His heart is Big and his world is Big.. His people are all different and the cultures He celebrates. This was an amazing experience that I will hold in my heart.. those kids were treasures and I hope to see them again soon.....someday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9076314438654549871-3723190592540673441?l=natemelfischer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natemelfischer.blogspot.com/feeds/3723190592540673441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9076314438654549871&amp;postID=3723190592540673441' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9076314438654549871/posts/default/3723190592540673441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9076314438654549871/posts/default/3723190592540673441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natemelfischer.blogspot.com/2009/05/africa-this-will-be-long.html' title='Africa~ This will be LONG'/><author><name>Fischer's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12690414048558526049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_msiiHoqSHbs/STl_6xyMAnI/AAAAAAAAAJI/63B2TLYv_FU/S220/DSCF0693.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9076314438654549871.post-4942875050848462042</id><published>2009-05-08T06:32:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T06:57:05.582-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I need to catch up..Ya'll</title><content type='html'>So much has gone on these past two months! It was been one thing to the next...I miss having time to sit and watch a movie, chilling out with my family. Maybe this summer will bring those relaxing times once more. Africa, sickness,moving and now fixing up the house everyday, it's been overwhelming and insane. We have been driving back and forth to our old city(20-25 min) 5-6 nights a week. This will end soon. This is the last weekend of soccer and Awana just ended.  I have wanted to write about Africa. Hope to do that soon. The kids are adjusting well to their schools and have made lots of friends. Our neighborhood is SUPER friendly and we need to get nicer I think to fit in. Just stoppin by to say "Hi" is normal amongst strangers and you ALWAYS walk up and ring the doorbell and introduce yourself and hand your cell phone numbers to the new folks in the neighborhood. In case you need anything, Ya'll! It is seriously so funny and we are laughing and loving every minute of it.  My kids are making me crazy with their do-gooding ways lately. From Snail-saving ministry to lizard burial services and making me wait and wait and wait and almost get hit by 20 cars while they decide to pick up all the trash outside the supermarket to help the earth. Well...I say kids but I mean CJ &amp;amp; Cole. Kendall does not touch snails or lizards or trash. She just smiles and laughs and worries I am not feeding her fish Jerry Fischer enough....okay so I am off to wake the children up for school. I have been up since 4:30 and now I wish I was back in bed sleeping.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9076314438654549871-4942875050848462042?l=natemelfischer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natemelfischer.blogspot.com/feeds/4942875050848462042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9076314438654549871&amp;postID=4942875050848462042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9076314438654549871/posts/default/4942875050848462042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9076314438654549871/posts/default/4942875050848462042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natemelfischer.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-need-to-catch-upyall.html' title='I need to catch up..Ya&apos;ll'/><author><name>Fischer's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12690414048558526049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_msiiHoqSHbs/STl_6xyMAnI/AAAAAAAAAJI/63B2TLYv_FU/S220/DSCF0693.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9076314438654549871.post-6823127713945638300</id><published>2009-03-10T21:11:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T21:30:16.399-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank you, thank you, thank you........</title><content type='html'>I just want to say Thank you... Thank you to everyone who has been praying for our trip. Thank you to everyone who gave so generously your money to help us. Thank you to my family and friends who encouraged me to go for it, helped me figure it out and filled in the missing pieces. I've been praying for blessings upon blessings to overwhelm all of you!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe Thursday morning is almost here!! My living room is full of suitcases. I had to pack the girls also because they are off to California for the two weeks. I think I am pretty close to being ready. One would hope, being that I am less than two days away now. Despite my lists everywhere, I still seem to think of things I need all the time that are not on the lists. Talking about lists... Nathan has been laughing at me. He said, there are people in the world who feel better, more sane, are able to work more clearly when they get organized, prepared, make lists, have plans... you are NOT one of those people. You are actually just really angry when you have to do any of those things and somehow everything is more chaotic...and then I look at him and Nod and breathe deeply...I am so happy to be understood. It's so great to have someone understand how preparing for all this by myself has not been the FUN PART!! Lists, plans, organizing...NO NO NO!!!! It actually makes me CRAZY and MAD, MAD, MAD... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ha ha&lt;/span&gt; I am glad he can laugh at me and then I laugh at myself.  I think the planning is now officially over. I had to last minute plan when I found out just a few days ago that our three hour layover in South Africa turned into three days.  At first I get overwhelmed. Really because I make myself nervous at my navigating capabilities. But, I prayed and worked through it and worked it all out. NYC overnight, London for a full day, Mozambique for a week and now South Africa for three days.... WOW, can I really manage all this??&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;HEHEHEH&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;AHAHAHAHAHHHHHHHHH&lt;/span&gt;!!!!!!! God thinks so....He surely will have Angel teams mobilized watching over my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;craziness&lt;/span&gt; and keeping a good eye on Cole and I. What an adventure God can take you on, if you let Him, eh??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am beyond HAPPY...beyond EXCITED...beyond READY!!! God has made a way and I hope to live in each moment He creates....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you all and thank you again for all your blessings....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessings to you~~~~~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9076314438654549871-6823127713945638300?l=natemelfischer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natemelfischer.blogspot.com/feeds/6823127713945638300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9076314438654549871&amp;postID=6823127713945638300' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9076314438654549871/posts/default/6823127713945638300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9076314438654549871/posts/default/6823127713945638300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natemelfischer.blogspot.com/2009/03/thank-you-thank-you-thank-you.html' title='Thank you, thank you, thank you........'/><author><name>Fischer's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12690414048558526049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_msiiHoqSHbs/STl_6xyMAnI/AAAAAAAAAJI/63B2TLYv_FU/S220/DSCF0693.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9076314438654549871.post-5801691855499902001</id><published>2009-03-09T20:49:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T21:05:36.707-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Ring</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_msiiHoqSHbs/SbXHgISseII/AAAAAAAAARI/_4jpUAO11CE/s1600-h/Jesus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311370690349004930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_msiiHoqSHbs/SbXHgISseII/AAAAAAAAARI/_4jpUAO11CE/s400/Jesus.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday morning at church our pastor called us up front so he could pray for us. He wanted to pray for Cole and I on our trip to Africa and for protection over our family. After the service I had an older woman ask to speak to me. I had never met her before at church. She was holding this ring in her hand. She told me this story.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I had been given this ring many, many years ago and I got it when I was first saved. This ring symbolizes so much and is so special to me. A few years ago my daughter's friend was taking a trip to Africa and I felt like God was telling me to loan her my ring. I told God, I DON'T WANT TOO! Nope, Nope, Nope.. this can't be God...I would never take this ring off or let someone else borrow it. It's too special to me. I kept arguing about it with God but finally gave in and told her that I felt I was suppose to let her wear it while she was gone. The ring was too big for her fingers, so she attached it to her bracelet. On her trip she was walking outside the base where she was staying and praying to God and she noticed her bracelet fell off. She turned around and saw it back behind her on the road. When she bent down to pick it up, she looked ahead to where she was walking and saw a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;poisonous&lt;/span&gt; huge snake right where she was walking before! God protected her! This morning when you were up there, I felt like God told me to lend it again to you and your son while on your trip to Africa. This time I didn't even argue!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't that just the best! I put it on my finger immediately and I will wear it the entire time we are on our trip. I love that it says JESUS and I am wearing it on my ring finger right along side my wedding rings.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9076314438654549871-5801691855499902001?l=natemelfischer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natemelfischer.blogspot.com/feeds/5801691855499902001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9076314438654549871&amp;postID=5801691855499902001' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9076314438654549871/posts/default/5801691855499902001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9076314438654549871/posts/default/5801691855499902001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natemelfischer.blogspot.com/2009/03/ring.html' title='The Ring'/><author><name>Fischer's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12690414048558526049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_msiiHoqSHbs/STl_6xyMAnI/AAAAAAAAAJI/63B2TLYv_FU/S220/DSCF0693.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_msiiHoqSHbs/SbXHgISseII/AAAAAAAAARI/_4jpUAO11CE/s72-c/Jesus.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9076314438654549871.post-4172630323156477141</id><published>2009-03-05T19:15:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T19:39:45.219-06:00</updated><title type='text'>One of these people might not live much longer....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_msiiHoqSHbs/SbB5eghJESI/AAAAAAAAARA/ApndSz5MBBI/s1600-h/011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309877525701792034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_msiiHoqSHbs/SbB5eghJESI/AAAAAAAAARA/ApndSz5MBBI/s400/011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My two daughters....these two are the most different people on the planet. Down to their different hair colors. These two do not function, think or act alike. This can be fun and not fun. Tonight it is not fun. I closed the house a little early tonight so they could get to cleaning their room. This idea was not welcomed by them. They find it very hard to work together. Cleaning rooms were much easier at our last house when they had &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;separate&lt;/span&gt; rooms. This will once again be easier as we move into our new home soon and they can work ALONE. Working together on cleaning their room, usually involves both girls getting in trouble, one girl crying, sometimes spankings and is never done before hours and hours go by. It's the most drama event that occurs in this household currently. Why does this happen?? Well...because they are different colors.. Hot Pink and Black! Kendall is a talker..she talks all day, sings all day, there is always something coming out of her mouth. She likes to talk and sing when she works.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;CJ&lt;/span&gt; is pretty quiet. She DOES NOT enjoy talking/singing while she works. This simple difference causes ALL THIS DRAMA! It's insane... Tonight, this was the conversation while they were walking into their room.... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;CJ&lt;/span&gt;," Mom I can't do it! She won't be QUIET!" Kendall, " MOM I can't STOP, I am a TALKING PERSON!" Me,"Kendall you need to keep quiet and just focus on working." Kendall," MOM I CAN'T TAKE THIS CHALLENGE!" Me,"Kendall you have to take this challenge because I'm not asking you if you want to stop talking, I am telling you to stop talking." Well I am sure now that she was correct in her initial thoughts---I CAN'T TAKE THIS CHALLENGE! She did need some more guiding. Within the first 2 minutes there was drama and crying and Nate already had to walk down there and banish Kendall to eternal silence....well &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;at least&lt;/span&gt; until the room is clean. He also had to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;threatened&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;CJ&lt;/span&gt; not to physically hurt Kendall when she talks/sings. Kendall yells up to us lots that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;CJ&lt;/span&gt; has some crazy eyes on her and she has promised to inflict pain upon her soon.....Let's hope they both survive the rest of the night.&lt;br /&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/9076314438654549871-4172630323156477141?l=natemelfischer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natemelfischer.blogspot.com/feeds/4172630323156477141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9076314438654549871&amp;postID=4172630323156477141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9076314438654549871/posts/default/4172630323156477141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9076314438654549871/posts/default/4172630323156477141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natemelfischer.blogspot.com/2009/03/one-of-these-people-might-not-live-much.html' title='One of these people might not live much longer....'/><author><name>Fischer's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12690414048558526049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_msiiHoqSHbs/STl_6xyMAnI/AAAAAAAAAJI/63B2TLYv_FU/S220/DSCF0693.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_msiiHoqSHbs/SbB5eghJESI/AAAAAAAAARA/ApndSz5MBBI/s72-c/011.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9076314438654549871.post-848796486907064018</id><published>2009-03-05T10:42:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T10:44:58.456-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_msiiHoqSHbs/SbABW-3T_PI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/5PjTVatlKLY/s1600-h/019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309745455013559538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_msiiHoqSHbs/SbABW-3T_PI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/5PjTVatlKLY/s400/019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Bosley is seriously into Cole's travel pillow...we think he's getting a little too fancy for our liking these days...&lt;br /&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/9076314438654549871-848796486907064018?l=natemelfischer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natemelfischer.blogspot.com/feeds/848796486907064018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9076314438654549871&amp;postID=848796486907064018' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9076314438654549871/posts/default/848796486907064018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9076314438654549871/posts/default/848796486907064018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natemelfischer.blogspot.com/2009/03/bosley-is-seriously-into-coles-travel.html' title=''/><author><name>Fischer's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12690414048558526049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_msiiHoqSHbs/STl_6xyMAnI/AAAAAAAAAJI/63B2TLYv_FU/S220/DSCF0693.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_msiiHoqSHbs/SbABW-3T_PI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/5PjTVatlKLY/s72-c/019.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9076314438654549871.post-1458125298827588386</id><published>2009-03-03T09:30:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T09:35:01.601-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't resist the fierce posing...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_msiiHoqSHbs/Sa1ODCy8TwI/AAAAAAAAAQo/aOdsJgRKrx4/s1600-h/008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308985349936795394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 314px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_msiiHoqSHbs/Sa1ODCy8TwI/AAAAAAAAAQo/aOdsJgRKrx4/s400/008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_msiiHoqSHbs/Sa1OCwbgKjI/AAAAAAAAAQg/iELy6tLR7cU/s1600-h/007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308985345006643762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_msiiHoqSHbs/Sa1OCwbgKjI/AAAAAAAAAQg/iELy6tLR7cU/s400/007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_msiiHoqSHbs/Sa1NZPZ8GCI/AAAAAAAAAQY/eDWNtppn0YE/s1600-h/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308984631767078946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 386px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_msiiHoqSHbs/Sa1NZPZ8GCI/AAAAAAAAAQY/eDWNtppn0YE/s400/003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/9076314438654549871-1458125298827588386?l=natemelfischer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natemelfischer.blogspot.com/feeds/1458125298827588386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9076314438654549871&amp;postID=1458125298827588386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9076314438654549871/posts/default/1458125298827588386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9076314438654549871/posts/default/1458125298827588386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natemelfischer.blogspot.com/2009/03/cant-resist-fierce-posing.html' title='Can&apos;t resist the fierce posing...'/><author><name>Fischer's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12690414048558526049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_msiiHoqSHbs/STl_6xyMAnI/AAAAAAAAAJI/63B2TLYv_FU/S220/DSCF0693.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_msiiHoqSHbs/Sa1ODCy8TwI/AAAAAAAAAQo/aOdsJgRKrx4/s72-c/008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9076314438654549871.post-9098919852421589357</id><published>2009-03-02T17:30:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T17:34:41.120-06:00</updated><title type='text'>She did it again!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_msiiHoqSHbs/SaxsdzWlbPI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/MnqKxrX7--4/s1600-h/022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308737320019913970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_msiiHoqSHbs/SaxsdzWlbPI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/MnqKxrX7--4/s400/022.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm super proud of her... she came home today with the news that she won the award for the second time this year! In honor, we let her choose dinner and she said there was a movie at school today where the person was eating pizza and it was torturing her...so, pizza hut wins.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9076314438654549871-9098919852421589357?l=natemelfischer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natemelfischer.blogspot.com/feeds/9098919852421589357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9076314438654549871&amp;postID=9098919852421589357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9076314438654549871/posts/default/9098919852421589357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9076314438654549871/posts/default/9098919852421589357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natemelfischer.blogspot.com/2009/03/she-did-it-again.html' title='She did it again!'/><author><name>Fischer's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12690414048558526049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_msiiHoqSHbs/STl_6xyMAnI/AAAAAAAAAJI/63B2TLYv_FU/S220/DSCF0693.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_msiiHoqSHbs/SaxsdzWlbPI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/MnqKxrX7--4/s72-c/022.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9076314438654549871.post-1525993893068733372</id><published>2009-03-01T09:20:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T09:42:26.589-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Celebrating CJ!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_msiiHoqSHbs/SaqqOQXPNrI/AAAAAAAAAQI/uPnCjEBdU0c/s1600-h/033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308242272696874674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 329px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_msiiHoqSHbs/SaqqOQXPNrI/AAAAAAAAAQI/uPnCjEBdU0c/s400/033.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_msiiHoqSHbs/SaqqOG5A8NI/AAAAAAAAAQA/k6Pd_q4cibA/s1600-h/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308242270154191058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_msiiHoqSHbs/SaqqOG5A8NI/AAAAAAAAAQA/k6Pd_q4cibA/s400/001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_msiiHoqSHbs/SaqqNvMO-YI/AAAAAAAAAP4/rn7GiFkRKVg/s1600-h/CJ.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308242263792351618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_msiiHoqSHbs/SaqqNvMO-YI/AAAAAAAAAP4/rn7GiFkRKVg/s400/CJ.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_msiiHoqSHbs/SaqqNU2_q4I/AAAAAAAAAPw/uV9XJ3nETQ8/s1600-h/029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308242256723946370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_msiiHoqSHbs/SaqqNU2_q4I/AAAAAAAAAPw/uV9XJ3nETQ8/s400/029.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;CJ&lt;/span&gt; turns 9...She woke us up at 6:00am seriously excited. She said she couldn't sleep all night and she kept telling herself to just, "go to sleep ALREADY &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;CJ&lt;/span&gt;!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;CJ's&lt;/span&gt; menu for the day:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Breakfast: Omelette's with bacon and cheese inside&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lunch: She has to think about it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dinner: Shredded Pork over Rice&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dessert: Chocolate frosting and marble cake&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are taking her to tunnel voyage to play this afternoon. We got her horse riding lessons and she was seriously stoked over that. She starts Tuesday night. I found her some cowboy boots and she can't wait for Tuesday to be here now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love this child...it's been a serious joy being her Mom and watching her personality grow. She is really a mix of Nate and I. She is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;feisty&lt;/span&gt; and fun and free and full of life! I am grateful for these 9 years with her and I pray that God gives me many, many more....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/9076314438654549871-1525993893068733372?l=natemelfischer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natemelfischer.blogspot.com/feeds/1525993893068733372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9076314438654549871&amp;postID=1525993893068733372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9076314438654549871/posts/default/1525993893068733372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9076314438654549871/posts/default/1525993893068733372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natemelfischer.blogspot.com/2009/03/celebrating-cj.html' title='Celebrating CJ!'/><author><name>Fischer's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12690414048558526049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_msiiHoqSHbs/STl_6xyMAnI/AAAAAAAAAJI/63B2TLYv_FU/S220/DSCF0693.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_msiiHoqSHbs/SaqqOQXPNrI/AAAAAAAAAQI/uPnCjEBdU0c/s72-c/033.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9076314438654549871.post-882028285051134808</id><published>2009-02-23T12:55:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T17:49:58.211-06:00</updated><title type='text'>God the beginning and God the end</title><content type='html'>I read this in the morning and It just made me cry. It's good to be reminded about how incredibly Large and out of this world God is. It is also good to be reminded how even when we think we are so smart that we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;truly&lt;/span&gt; have no wisdom unless God has Himself revealed it to us. And it's not even our wisdom we have acquired because all wisdom is His as is every good thing and good part. All knowledge belongs to Him and we are- only because of Him. Thought I would share this little part........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;God is always first, and God will surely be last. To say this is not to draw God downward into the stream of time and involve Him in the flux and flow of the world. He stands above His own creation and outside of time, but for the convenience of His creatures, who are children of time, He makes free use of time-words when referring to Himself. So He says that He is the Alpha and Omega, the beginning and the ending, the first and the last.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Man in the plan of God has been granted considerable say, but never is he permitted to utter the first word nor the last. That is the prerogative of the Deity, and one which He will never surrender to His creatures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Man has no say about the time or place of his birth, God determines that without consulting the man himself. One day the little man finds himself in consciousness and accepts the face that he is. There his volatile life begins. Before that he had nothing to say about anything. After that he struts and boasts and utters his defiant proclamations about individual freedom, and encouraged by the sound of his own voice he may declare his Independence of God and call himself an "atheist" or an "agnostic." Have your fun, little man, you are only chattering in the interim between first and last, you had no voice at the first and you will have none at the last. God reserves the right to take up at the last, where He began at the first, and you are in the hands of a God whether you will or not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This knowledge should humble us and encourage us, too. It should humble us when we remember how frail we are, how utterly dependent on God, and it should encourage us to know that when everything else has passed we may still have God no less surely than before.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(From- The Root of Righteousness by A.W. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Tozer&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9076314438654549871-882028285051134808?l=natemelfischer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natemelfischer.blogspot.com/feeds/882028285051134808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9076314438654549871&amp;postID=882028285051134808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9076314438654549871/posts/default/882028285051134808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9076314438654549871/posts/default/882028285051134808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natemelfischer.blogspot.com/2009/02/god-beginning-and-god-end.html' title='God the beginning and God the end'/><author><name>Fischer's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12690414048558526049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_msiiHoqSHbs/STl_6xyMAnI/AAAAAAAAAJI/63B2TLYv_FU/S220/DSCF0693.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9076314438654549871.post-846406777758655144</id><published>2009-02-17T21:22:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T21:43:42.836-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Life has been so insanely busy lately but nothing to complain about, just is what it is. Looks like the CA deal for opening the restaurants is not going to be happening. Well at least any time soon. Nate and I have been PRAYING and looking at all sorts of fun places to go live. Africa, Hawaii, Washington and Oregon..applying for jobs and missionary positions to see what pops up.  Not much had been popping up. We have been so confused the last few years...Thinking we were moving now 2 times and then not moving, yet really being happy here and not really wanting to leave. I've been laughing most days, tired some, at the zero funds emotional tank others. So confused yet so totally in the knowledge that we are right where we are suppose to be. Even if the next step isn't in clear sight. We started looking around here for houses and property. Thinking that if we do stay here that we would love to leave the city and try something rural! Why not?  We found a pretty great place...It's on 1.5-2 acres and has a private lake in the backyard that 3 other homes share. It's 4000 sq feet and when fixed up would just be the most beautiful place to live...So we put an offer in and it was accepted! We find out Friday after the inspection if there is something major going on with it that would change our minds. It's a for-closure but not really old so maybe everything still works. So we'll know more on Friday and we are really surprised and excited that this might be the plan and that God would be bringing us to a smaller town and have me live amongst more bugs, mice and Lord knows what else. We are trying to get this all figured out and 100 other things the next few weeks. If we get the house we'll close the day Cole and I get back from Africa. Spring is just around the corner and that means Life picks up again quite a bit. I am looking forward to this next Season of weather and adventure!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9076314438654549871-846406777758655144?l=natemelfischer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natemelfischer.blogspot.com/feeds/846406777758655144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9076314438654549871&amp;postID=846406777758655144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9076314438654549871/posts/default/846406777758655144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9076314438654549871/posts/default/846406777758655144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natemelfischer.blogspot.com/2009/02/life-has-been-so-insanely-busy-lately.html' title=''/><author><name>Fischer's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12690414048558526049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_msiiHoqSHbs/STl_6xyMAnI/AAAAAAAAAJI/63B2TLYv_FU/S220/DSCF0693.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9076314438654549871.post-2380917592722620333</id><published>2009-02-10T21:29:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T21:44:01.084-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Facing the reality of the longings in your soul is quite fascinating...knowing that desires have been with you as long as you can remember back as if they were formed into your fabric...unable to see the picture of what it looks like in full yet being at peace with knowing that the God that made you sees the deepest parts because it's He who put them there in the beginning...Overwhelmed with being loved so much He had to create Me...to have me, to look at me, to smile upon me...All this causes me to weep and giggle and throw my hands up and reach out my hands to My love, My Lord, My Reason..... I am in love with Him and I know that He will make the deep parts come to be, as long as I keep my hands up, my eyes wet and my heart giggly....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you are in Love and Overwhelmed by it....There is a God who created you, had to have you and smiles at the very thought of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be Blessed...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9076314438654549871-2380917592722620333?l=natemelfischer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natemelfischer.blogspot.com/feeds/2380917592722620333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9076314438654549871&amp;postID=2380917592722620333' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9076314438654549871/posts/default/2380917592722620333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9076314438654549871/posts/default/2380917592722620333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natemelfischer.blogspot.com/2009/02/facing-reality-of-longings-in-your-soul.html' title=''/><author><name>Fischer's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12690414048558526049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_msiiHoqSHbs/STl_6xyMAnI/AAAAAAAAAJI/63B2TLYv_FU/S220/DSCF0693.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9076314438654549871.post-1039342393488498736</id><published>2009-02-10T10:50:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T10:55:38.680-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_msiiHoqSHbs/SZGw2TT5t1I/AAAAAAAAAPY/iurrxiQSUqM/s1600-h/do.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301212683334956882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 277px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_msiiHoqSHbs/SZGw2TT5t1I/AAAAAAAAAPY/iurrxiQSUqM/s400/do.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;                    "A loving heart is the truest wisdom"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;                                                                    -Charles Dickens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;"&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/9076314438654549871-1039342393488498736?l=natemelfischer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natemelfischer.blogspot.com/feeds/1039342393488498736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9076314438654549871&amp;postID=1039342393488498736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9076314438654549871/posts/default/1039342393488498736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9076314438654549871/posts/default/1039342393488498736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natemelfischer.blogspot.com/2009/02/loving-heart-is-truest-wisdom.html' title=''/><author><name>Fischer's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12690414048558526049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_msiiHoqSHbs/STl_6xyMAnI/AAAAAAAAAJI/63B2TLYv_FU/S220/DSCF0693.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_msiiHoqSHbs/SZGw2TT5t1I/AAAAAAAAAPY/iurrxiQSUqM/s72-c/do.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9076314438654549871.post-8225733967771736296</id><published>2009-02-08T11:31:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T11:39:58.858-06:00</updated><title type='text'>4 weeks!!!</title><content type='html'>I can't believe I have 4 weeks until AFRICA..... But what I do believe is, the yellow fever would be a hideous thing to have. After getting the shot last Monday Cole and I have been tore up all week. Still not really over it. Fevers, stomach sick, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;extremely&lt;/span&gt; tired and other lovely things happening to our bodies. The full on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;YF&lt;/span&gt; has to be horrendous. Cole said he was falling asleep in class on Friday. This is the child who would never sleep if he had the chance and party till the break of dawn, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ya'll&lt;/span&gt;. I knew it had to be hitting him bad. So we should be good any day now.... I am on countdown and crazy excited!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9076314438654549871-8225733967771736296?l=natemelfischer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natemelfischer.blogspot.com/feeds/8225733967771736296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9076314438654549871&amp;postID=8225733967771736296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9076314438654549871/posts/default/8225733967771736296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9076314438654549871/posts/default/8225733967771736296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natemelfischer.blogspot.com/2009/02/4-weeks.html' title='4 weeks!!!'/><author><name>Fischer's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12690414048558526049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_msiiHoqSHbs/STl_6xyMAnI/AAAAAAAAAJI/63B2TLYv_FU/S220/DSCF0693.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9076314438654549871.post-6000715094406774687</id><published>2009-02-04T12:37:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T12:54:59.264-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Mercy and Red Velvet Cake</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_msiiHoqSHbs/SYngzFJp1fI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/mC1gFvnBRBg/s1600-h/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299013604738717170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 262px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_msiiHoqSHbs/SYngzFJp1fI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/mC1gFvnBRBg/s400/002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night was a pretty cool moment between my son and I. Nate and I were craving some sweets and we decided to make a cake. I usually have brownies or ice cream on constant supply but this time I had cake! We have this rule about eating(for our kids) that if they choose not to finish eating at meal times(we have to give them a half hour time limit too or they could sit for HOURS TALKING and never eating) then it's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt;, they just don't get snacks or dessert.  This keeps us not fighting over food and makes them choose &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;whether&lt;/span&gt; or not they go hungry. Last night Cole was super chatty boy and didn't finish his dinner in time. He was literally like two bites away and Nate made the call and told him, sorry son. Cole was pretty bummed..."Dad, I only had two bites left!" Dad," Cole we gave you extra time and you were goofing around. Love ya too much to argue about it!" The end... It was around 9:45pm when Nate and I got around to frosting the cake. Nate went to see if Cole was asleep(we also have this close the house rule/you choose if you want to stay up reading rule...sounds like we have a lot of rules...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt; but we don't run a boot camp!)and to turn out his light for him because he usually falls asleep reading. Cole was up and I called him into the kitchen. It was just him and I.. I was frosting the cake and had a big spoon of frosting for him. He looked at me, " Mom no, I didn't finish my dinner." Me, "yeah I know" I held the frosting up still. Cole," Mom really it's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt;, I don't deserve it, I didn't finish, it's really &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt;." Me," Cole we all don't deserve lots of things in life. God chooses mercy over and over and I love you so much and I am choosing mercy and I want you to have some cake tonight." Cole just looked at me and his eyes watered all up and he just hugged me and thanked me from his heart and it hit somewhere deep in him. Oh MAN! I didn't see it playing out like that when I called him in to give him some frosting.  It's crazy how God can teach you about how incredible He is in the big ways and in the simplest....and last night it was in a piece of red velvet cake.&lt;br /&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/9076314438654549871-6000715094406774687?l=natemelfischer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natemelfischer.blogspot.com/feeds/6000715094406774687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9076314438654549871&amp;postID=6000715094406774687' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9076314438654549871/posts/default/6000715094406774687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9076314438654549871/posts/default/6000715094406774687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natemelfischer.blogspot.com/2009/02/mercy-and-red-velvet-cake.html' title='Mercy and Red Velvet Cake'/><author><name>Fischer's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12690414048558526049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_msiiHoqSHbs/STl_6xyMAnI/AAAAAAAAAJI/63B2TLYv_FU/S220/DSCF0693.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_msiiHoqSHbs/SYngzFJp1fI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/mC1gFvnBRBg/s72-c/002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9076314438654549871.post-4201456778786605346</id><published>2009-02-03T12:40:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T13:04:32.481-06:00</updated><title type='text'>CJ's under control sheet</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_msiiHoqSHbs/SYiQWAgXwxI/AAAAAAAAAPI/GnALKD8SwZI/s1600-h/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298643669368685330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_msiiHoqSHbs/SYiQWAgXwxI/AAAAAAAAAPI/GnALKD8SwZI/s400/004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;CJ&lt;/span&gt; is like me in a lot of ways. We are external beings. We are passionate in demonstrating our love and passionate in demonstrating our anger.  I've come to learn that it's pointless to tell someone like me and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;CJ&lt;/span&gt; to not get mad and want to do something about it. It's like telling a mute to stop being silent. Not going to happen! Instead, seeing that I have produced a child that functions in ways that are similar to myself I've figured that instead of telling her not to get mad, Nate and I try to give her ideas on how to manage the madness. Instead of punching your sister Kendall in the face, you can walk away to your room and punch your &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;webkinz&lt;/span&gt; or yell a bit or write out your angers(which she is pretty dang good at and I'm convinced she is going to write a tell all on our insane family some day) but do something other than attack someone. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;CJ&lt;/span&gt; always feels bad right after she gets mad. She is the quickest to forgive and the quickest to ask for forgiveness. She can get angry and be is diffused  and over it, in a minute.  She isn't a loaded gun either. She doesn't get mad all the time or about everything but when she gets mad, the other kids best look out.  External processors(thanks Marie for the name and explanation) like us just need outlets because we don't go internal with our anger..It takes time for us to think about why we want to punch something so instead we just would rather kick a hole in the door and be over it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nate asked her if she wanted to keep a sheet that she could write how she was feeling about what was going on with her and things she wanted to work on or things she was proud of, in regards to her emotions. I took a picture of it, it's a little hard to read so here's what it says.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;CJ's&lt;/span&gt; under control sheet!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today I did not yell at Kendall&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today I tried to make Kendall stop yelling&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today I did not yell at Kendall&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today I made Kendall feel better&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today I kissed Kendall's Boo Boo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tucked Kendall in&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Played outside with Kendall&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I did not get mad&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I cleaned our room together&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hugged her because shes my sister&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think most of her drama is with Kendall??! Those two are as opposite as they come. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt; Oh man this parenting stuff is insane.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9076314438654549871-4201456778786605346?l=natemelfischer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natemelfischer.blogspot.com/feeds/4201456778786605346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9076314438654549871&amp;postID=4201456778786605346' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9076314438654549871/posts/default/4201456778786605346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9076314438654549871/posts/default/4201456778786605346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natemelfischer.blogspot.com/2009/02/cjs-under-control-sheet.html' title='CJ&apos;s under control sheet'/><author><name>Fischer's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12690414048558526049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_msiiHoqSHbs/STl_6xyMAnI/AAAAAAAAAJI/63B2TLYv_FU/S220/DSCF0693.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_msiiHoqSHbs/SYiQWAgXwxI/AAAAAAAAAPI/GnALKD8SwZI/s72-c/004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9076314438654549871.post-4199190843178788143</id><published>2009-02-02T09:13:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T09:31:19.545-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_msiiHoqSHbs/SYcOq2XeTgI/AAAAAAAAAPA/XKt3FWT9x94/s1600-h/010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298219615935942146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_msiiHoqSHbs/SYcOq2XeTgI/AAAAAAAAAPA/XKt3FWT9x94/s400/010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kendall-"Mama, do you know what I want to be when I grow up?" Me-" Yes baby, you want to be a chef!" Kendall- " I do, but there are more things that I want to be too." Me-"wow, more things than a chef, tell me." Kendall-" Ohhhhhkay, a chef, a vet and a super spy!" Me-" You want to be all those things at once? Wow, do you know what a super spy does?" Kendall- "they spy on bad people and call the police to take them to jail" Me-" if your spying on bad people that means your probably in some not safe areas and around some dangerous kind of people. Do you think that's something you want to do?" Kendall-" Oh no, I don't ever want to be a super spy, forget that."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few minutes pass by....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mama, do you know what I want to be when I grow up? Me-" a chef, and a vet" Kendall- "yes but now I want to be a chef, a vet and a Super MODEL!" Me-" What?? A Supermodel! What do they do?" Then she proceeded to prance around walking and flicking her hair everywhere. Nate walks in.. Me-"Kendall wants to be a supermodel and she is practicing." Nate,"KENDALL! You aren't going to be a supermodel! I don't want you walking around flipping your hair and shaking your hips being all silly!" Kendall-"DADDY! But I'm just going to do this." Then she walks around again and flips her hair a bit laughing wildly. Nate-"Um, nope" Kendall- " But I will make clothes designs and wear them to take pictures in!" Nate-" Nope, I like the chef idea" Kendall-"Okay Daddy I'll be a chef, a vet and I will think of something else.......later"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9076314438654549871-4199190843178788143?l=natemelfischer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natemelfischer.blogspot.com/feeds/4199190843178788143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9076314438654549871&amp;postID=4199190843178788143' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9076314438654549871/posts/default/4199190843178788143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9076314438654549871/posts/default/4199190843178788143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natemelfischer.blogspot.com/2009/02/kendall-mama-do-you-know-what-i-want-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Fischer's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12690414048558526049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_msiiHoqSHbs/STl_6xyMAnI/AAAAAAAAAJI/63B2TLYv_FU/S220/DSCF0693.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_msiiHoqSHbs/SYcOq2XeTgI/AAAAAAAAAPA/XKt3FWT9x94/s72-c/010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9076314438654549871.post-4154489582800569545</id><published>2009-02-01T15:22:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T18:08:48.265-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Friends</title><content type='html'>My senior "gym" friends are becoming my most favorite people in the world! I seriously look forward to going to the gym in the morning because I know my friends will be there. While I'm there I think I only get about 10 minutes of a physical workout. Instead I am just really enjoying spending time with them. I have heard so many stories and the more I hear the more I am in love. I have one friend who loves to tell me stories about his time in World War II.  Stories about losing friends, traveling the world, finding his wife and all about how he learned to play the bagpipes. He is the grand &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;marshall&lt;/span&gt; I should have you know.. in the KC St. Patty's Day Parade every year. I was on the phone with my friend Jen one time at the gym and she got to have the experience of hearing lots of my friends. They would come up to me and start talking and then ask who I was on the phone with. Then ask Jen questions through me. Still to this day my friends ask about my friend in CA and if she is doing good and going to visit soon!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt; They love to make dollar bets with me, they love to tell me about women and how a good woman should know how to cook a good gravy and they worry that I am sick if I haven't gone for a few days. They are sweet and wonderful and I could truly hang out with them all day!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9076314438654549871-4154489582800569545?l=natemelfischer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natemelfischer.blogspot.com/feeds/4154489582800569545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9076314438654549871&amp;postID=4154489582800569545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9076314438654549871/posts/default/4154489582800569545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9076314438654549871/posts/default/4154489582800569545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natemelfischer.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-friends.html' title='My Friends'/><author><name>Fischer's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12690414048558526049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_msiiHoqSHbs/STl_6xyMAnI/AAAAAAAAAJI/63B2TLYv_FU/S220/DSCF0693.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9076314438654549871.post-2192374735575261109</id><published>2009-01-31T11:05:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T14:36:36.550-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Facing my Mirror</title><content type='html'>This first month of the new year has been a really good one. I've had some hard times, emotionally which has caused me to really ask God some honest questions. It's hard to look at myself and see what truly is looking back at me. I'm really trying to not be afraid of whatever it is that is me and face all truth, that is... who I am. I have a desire to really have God show me what it's like to see, know, be in friendship with, parented by, married to... Me. Asking myself this I think would have been hard enough if I were to get real honest. Asking God to really show me, I am hoping for it to get harder and I don't want God to hold anything back. I want to see the good parts that I don't see. I want to see the bad parts that I don't see. I am hoping to come into better focus. How can I love God and please Him through my relationships, revealing His glory? I'm not sure yet but it sounds like a good time finding it out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9076314438654549871-2192374735575261109?l=natemelfischer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natemelfischer.blogspot.com/feeds/2192374735575261109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9076314438654549871&amp;postID=2192374735575261109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9076314438654549871/posts/default/2192374735575261109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9076314438654549871/posts/default/2192374735575261109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natemelfischer.blogspot.com/2009/01/facing-my-mirror.html' title='Facing my Mirror'/><author><name>Fischer's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12690414048558526049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_msiiHoqSHbs/STl_6xyMAnI/AAAAAAAAAJI/63B2TLYv_FU/S220/DSCF0693.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9076314438654549871.post-7409138879154061429</id><published>2009-01-29T21:52:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T22:10:21.842-06:00</updated><title type='text'>God created her and I think she is just great</title><content type='html'>CJ is a writer. She loves to keep journals and write down her thoughts. She is an artist. She makes pictures sometimes all day and finds so much enjoyment in being alone creating. She is a worshipper of God and has written beautiful songs for Him. She brought me one of her journal's tonight and asked me to read some of the things she had been writing. Thought I would share, with her permission of course....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A prayer for God:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I pray for God because he has to look after everybody.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It must be really hard, if I had to do that.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But somehow it's really easy for Him... So Amen&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GOD:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;God is peaceful&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He is so kind&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When we do something bad&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He forgives you every time&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PRAISE GOD&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;At school I sit thinking about reading the Bible. It will be fun! Learning about God more and more every day of my life.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dear God, I really feel scared but Why? Can I control myself? Why is it so hard to not be scared? Why can't the Devil be sorry for what he did?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We need Peace oh Lord&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh mighty Lord we sing&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To you oh mighty Lord&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I need to see you Lord&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We need Peace&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9076314438654549871-7409138879154061429?l=natemelfischer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natemelfischer.blogspot.com/feeds/7409138879154061429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9076314438654549871&amp;postID=7409138879154061429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9076314438654549871/posts/default/7409138879154061429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9076314438654549871/posts/default/7409138879154061429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natemelfischer.blogspot.com/2009/01/god-created-her-and-i-think-she-is-just.html' title='God created her and I think she is just great'/><author><name>Fischer's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12690414048558526049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_msiiHoqSHbs/STl_6xyMAnI/AAAAAAAAAJI/63B2TLYv_FU/S220/DSCF0693.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9076314438654549871.post-6364665671663443204</id><published>2009-01-29T12:53:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T14:11:29.148-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Kendall "giggles" Fischer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_msiiHoqSHbs/SYH8NO1oX7I/AAAAAAAAAO4/sBkanfFBwF0/s1600-h/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296791941015953330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_msiiHoqSHbs/SYH8NO1oX7I/AAAAAAAAAO4/sBkanfFBwF0/s400/004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_msiiHoqSHbs/SYH8NLYlqVI/AAAAAAAAAOw/9Yy3BpvHmoA/s1600-h/025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296791940088834386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 301px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_msiiHoqSHbs/SYH8NLYlqVI/AAAAAAAAAOw/9Yy3BpvHmoA/s400/025.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_msiiHoqSHbs/SYH8MuTz_FI/AAAAAAAAAOo/fpDv4Zx6fX0/s1600-h/024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296791932284173394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 254px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_msiiHoqSHbs/SYH8MuTz_FI/AAAAAAAAAOo/fpDv4Zx6fX0/s400/024.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_msiiHoqSHbs/SYH8MMiwrZI/AAAAAAAAAOg/WornwPRqcr0/s1600-h/008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296791923220065682" style="DISPLAY: block; 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Fischer'/><author><name>Fischer's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12690414048558526049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_msiiHoqSHbs/STl_6xyMAnI/AAAAAAAAAJI/63B2TLYv_FU/S220/DSCF0693.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_msiiHoqSHbs/SYH8NO1oX7I/AAAAAAAAAO4/sBkanfFBwF0/s72-c/004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9076314438654549871.post-6577493965303950336</id><published>2009-01-28T10:07:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T10:09:57.290-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Weave-Tastic</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_msiiHoqSHbs/SYCDAD637XI/AAAAAAAAAOY/2DQLCTDwXos/s1600-h/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296377198863183218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 323px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_msiiHoqSHbs/SYCDAD637XI/AAAAAAAAAOY/2DQLCTDwXos/s400/004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I picked the kids up from school yesterday and I saw this around Cole's neck. I asked him what it was and he said he weaved it at school and he doesn't know what it is.. only that it's.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WEAVE-TASTIC!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9076314438654549871-6577493965303950336?l=natemelfischer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natemelfischer.blogspot.com/feeds/6577493965303950336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9076314438654549871&amp;postID=6577493965303950336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9076314438654549871/posts/default/6577493965303950336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9076314438654549871/posts/default/6577493965303950336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natemelfischer.blogspot.com/2009/01/weave-tastic.html' title='Weave-Tastic'/><author><name>Fischer's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12690414048558526049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_msiiHoqSHbs/STl_6xyMAnI/AAAAAAAAAJI/63B2TLYv_FU/S220/DSCF0693.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_msiiHoqSHbs/SYCDAD637XI/AAAAAAAAAOY/2DQLCTDwXos/s72-c/004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9076314438654549871.post-4128655378478303123</id><published>2009-01-25T08:22:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T09:20:27.446-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Mel the Magician</title><content type='html'>When I wake up in the morning I look pretty scary. I wash my face(most of the time) the night before and my mascara gets all over my face, around my eyes and it's quite frightening really. So I leave it however it looks and go to bed. The next morning I walk around looking like a monster and no one in the house says much about it. Sometimes if the eyes are really black Kendall will get scared. Friday I was feeling a little sicky so I looked scary all day. One of Nate's friends was having a birthday party that night and I was feeling better so Nate had told me that we needed to go soon. I totally forgot about the party all together. It was 5:20 and we needed to be out of the house by 5:40 to get there. It was a surprise party so we couldn't really be late. The kids were still dressed from school but I only had minutes to fix the disaster. I hopped in the shower and started flailing around trying to get dressed and look normal. I was getting upset because I didn't think I'd be ready and Nate walks in the room...Nate"what's up, we have about 5 minutes before we have to go, can you make it?" Me- scary face," Umm I don't think so. I wish you would have reminded me earlier" Nate," Oh sorry I didn't think about it." Me," yeah well I need like a half hour to get ready, when I have to take a shower." Nate,"I don't know the getting ready rules, all I know is that your like a magician. Your out here, you go in there, you do some stuff and wallah, you come out looking perfect"&lt;br /&gt;I could say no more.. I just laughed and laughed. He said it so straight faced and serious. In his eyes, he has no idea what I do and how I go from looking like scary face to normal. He doesn't know the time or what really occurs. He just knows I go behind the door and when I re-appear, all is well again......awesome&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9076314438654549871-4128655378478303123?l=natemelfischer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natemelfischer.blogspot.com/feeds/4128655378478303123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9076314438654549871&amp;postID=4128655378478303123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9076314438654549871/posts/default/4128655378478303123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9076314438654549871/posts/default/4128655378478303123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natemelfischer.blogspot.com/2009/01/mel-magician.html' title='Mel the Magician'/><author><name>Fischer's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12690414048558526049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_msiiHoqSHbs/STl_6xyMAnI/AAAAAAAAAJI/63B2TLYv_FU/S220/DSCF0693.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9076314438654549871.post-7403285200809427953</id><published>2009-01-24T11:39:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T13:04:36.803-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_msiiHoqSHbs/SXtTciQBpEI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/sV50rYcM6BU/s1600-h/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294917536599614530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_msiiHoqSHbs/SXtTciQBpEI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/sV50rYcM6BU/s400/001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you look at her eye in the picture you can see a pretty good bruise. Last Saturday the girls were cleaning their room and I heard the LOUDEST noise. It sounded like their TV fell and hit the ground. Then I hear screaming. I run down stairs and see CJ looking at me very nervous and Kendall with her face covered in her hands. So the story is this... CJ put a towel over Kendall's eyes and then was trying to direct her around the room to not crash into stuff. Well it didn't work out so well and Kendall went running quickly into the wall face first. This pic is 5 days after. Her eye was swollen pretty bad the first couple days. She was sad for a few days about it but is happy once again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a video of her reciting her Awana bible verse for the week. Kendall can't read yet(but a few words here and there)but she insists on looking at the book and pretending she is reading her verses all the time! You can hear Bosley giving some good snores in the background too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-c06ad41d62574e8b" 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;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v6.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dc06ad41d62574e8b%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331918817%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2F8793809E5407E2724C06D35F4AD7829BC9159E.71ACA12136E5F19386463C12C37031B006033696%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dc06ad41d62574e8b%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DbO6qkB1nAHSoRJNeY7Kq6CihO-o&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v6.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dc06ad41d62574e8b%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331918817%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2F8793809E5407E2724C06D35F4AD7829BC9159E.71ACA12136E5F19386463C12C37031B006033696%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dc06ad41d62574e8b%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DbO6qkB1nAHSoRJNeY7Kq6CihO-o&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9076314438654549871-7403285200809427953?l=natemelfischer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=c06ad41d62574e8b&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natemelfischer.blogspot.com/feeds/7403285200809427953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9076314438654549871&amp;postID=7403285200809427953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9076314438654549871/posts/default/7403285200809427953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9076314438654549871/posts/default/7403285200809427953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natemelfischer.blogspot.com/2009/01/if-you-look-at-her-eye-in-picture-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Fischer's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12690414048558526049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_msiiHoqSHbs/STl_6xyMAnI/AAAAAAAAAJI/63B2TLYv_FU/S220/DSCF0693.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_msiiHoqSHbs/SXtTciQBpEI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/sV50rYcM6BU/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9076314438654549871.post-5784701469055684434</id><published>2009-01-22T16:25:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T16:43:12.894-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Make this..you won't be disappointed!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_msiiHoqSHbs/SXjymVsn2TI/AAAAAAAAAOI/6XVEa0qWCV8/s1600-h/pork+ribs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294248102447274290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_msiiHoqSHbs/SXjymVsn2TI/AAAAAAAAAOI/6XVEa0qWCV8/s400/pork+ribs.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay so this isn't my picture but it's a picture of what it could look like. I've made this a few times and it is by FAR the best pork ribs I've ever had!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I changed the recipe a bit and I add cilantro to mine. If you don't like cilantro then the original recipe says add fresh parsley. I also add &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;worcester&lt;/span&gt; sauce and soy sauce and the original recipe says to add soy sauce. I saw people complained it was too salty. The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;worcester&lt;/span&gt; sauce is so good in it! You should really make this cause it's AMAZING!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Stove top&lt;/span&gt; Pork Ribs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;10 pork ribs (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;I've&lt;/span&gt; used with and without bones, I usually use boneless)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1/2 c &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;worcester &lt;/span&gt;sauce (4 tablespoons I put of soy sauce in the cup first)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;10 cloves garlic peeled and crushed a bit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;4 tablespoons Italian seasoning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2 limes- juice only&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Add black pepper and salt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1/2 bushel of fresh cilantro leaves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Put the ribs in a large pot with just enough water to cover them. Add &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Worcester&lt;/span&gt;/soy mix and garlic, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Italian&lt;/span&gt; seasoning, lime juice, salt and pepper and cilantro. Bring to a boil and then let boil uncovered until water is evaporated. It could take 1 to 2 hours depending on the pot size and size of ribs. Usually takes me closer to 2 hours but it's great because they shred good the longer they are on. Watch the pot when it starts to get really low because the water goes fast then. Start moving the ribs around so they get browned and scrape all the bits off the bottom of the pan so they get all over the ribs. Keep turning and moving anywhere from 5-15 minutes after water is gone. They won't burn if you keep moving them. Mine usually shred a lot during this. I have served this over rice and the sauce is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;sooo&lt;/span&gt; good!!! You can squeeze fresh limes over it after too if you like that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ENJOY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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/9076314438654549871-5784701469055684434?l=natemelfischer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natemelfischer.blogspot.com/feeds/5784701469055684434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9076314438654549871&amp;postID=5784701469055684434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9076314438654549871/posts/default/5784701469055684434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9076314438654549871/posts/default/5784701469055684434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natemelfischer.blogspot.com/2009/01/make-thisyou-wont-be-disappointed.html' title='Make this..you won&apos;t be disappointed!'/><author><name>Fischer's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12690414048558526049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_msiiHoqSHbs/STl_6xyMAnI/AAAAAAAAAJI/63B2TLYv_FU/S220/DSCF0693.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_msiiHoqSHbs/SXjymVsn2TI/AAAAAAAAAOI/6XVEa0qWCV8/s72-c/pork+ribs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9076314438654549871.post-4462716863414783620</id><published>2009-01-14T09:35:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T09:51:05.648-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Who knows.. not me, that's for sure.</title><content type='html'>Since my life is still in a complete state of confusion, I've been thinking lots about what the next thing in our life will be. At this point we can't make any plans being that the Northern CA contract is still in effect and still could happen this summer. Just knowing that that might not happen(due to lawyer stuff and suing and land stuff between the investor and the Company) has left me once again confused and saying to God ..ok..so, what's up!?! Sold our house in a day, we weren't trying to move anywhere, dropped this opportunity on us and now... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;hmmmm&lt;/span&gt;? When I say I am down for an adventure I really do mean it. I wonder if that means I'll be confused my whole life now. When I try to make plans, they don't happen. When I don't try to make plans, they happen then they don't happen!!! CRAZY!! I've been praying and still have no idea what to do if this deal falls through. Stay here? We love it here, Nate has a great job, kids school is amazing, wonderful church. Move anywhere???!?!?!? Sounds insane but exciting! I have been looking at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;YWAM&lt;/span&gt; and mission bases all over the world at ministry opportunities they have open. And the needs are so GREAT. I don't know... Nate talked to me about selling everything, buying a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;motor home&lt;/span&gt; and traveling everywhere we could drive too. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;HAHA&lt;/span&gt;!!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;AHHH&lt;/span&gt;!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt;, where do we get money for food and gas and Nathan and I are not the homeschooling type. This would require a SERIOUS act of the LORD! So not in my heart.... It's kind of exciting to think that since we did sell our house we could just pick up and do whatever we want to do(of course Lord willing)and go wherever we want to go. Maybe I just won't come back from Africa..&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;. Well, so I continue in my confusion, continue praying and maybe I'll be in Spain in 6 months..??? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;WOOOHOOO&lt;/span&gt;!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9076314438654549871-4462716863414783620?l=natemelfischer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natemelfischer.blogspot.com/feeds/4462716863414783620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9076314438654549871&amp;postID=4462716863414783620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9076314438654549871/posts/default/4462716863414783620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9076314438654549871/posts/default/4462716863414783620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natemelfischer.blogspot.com/2009/01/who-knows-not-me-thats-for-sure.html' title='Who knows.. not me, that&apos;s for sure.'/><author><name>Fischer's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12690414048558526049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_msiiHoqSHbs/STl_6xyMAnI/AAAAAAAAAJI/63B2TLYv_FU/S220/DSCF0693.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9076314438654549871.post-158661990234040535</id><published>2009-01-08T09:23:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T10:03:32.326-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh boy...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_msiiHoqSHbs/SWYeCNLRE5I/AAAAAAAAANI/w--sY10C5K4/s1600-h/jfk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288947835638715282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 60px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_msiiHoqSHbs/SWYeCNLRE5I/AAAAAAAAANI/w--sY10C5K4/s400/jfk.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_msiiHoqSHbs/SWYeB4Bv1kI/AAAAAAAAANA/m1wyciD2cXk/s1600-h/lirr_airtrain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288947829961643586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_msiiHoqSHbs/SWYeB4Bv1kI/AAAAAAAAANA/m1wyciD2cXk/s400/lirr_airtrain.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_msiiHoqSHbs/SWYeBw2Ev5I/AAAAAAAAAM4/LwtFCoGORH4/s1600-h/londontube.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288947828033634194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 1px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 1px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_msiiHoqSHbs/SWYeBw2Ev5I/AAAAAAAAAM4/LwtFCoGORH4/s400/londontube.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_msiiHoqSHbs/SWYeBHc0BTI/AAAAAAAAAMw/L343MPsLpJs/s1600-h/piccadilly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288947816921826610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_msiiHoqSHbs/SWYeBHc0BTI/AAAAAAAAAMw/L343MPsLpJs/s400/piccadilly.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_msiiHoqSHbs/SWYeBGEXKDI/AAAAAAAAAMo/sZZo0eq6gqg/s1600-h/mozambique.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288947816550836274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 270px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 269px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_msiiHoqSHbs/SWYeBGEXKDI/AAAAAAAAAMo/sZZo0eq6gqg/s400/mozambique.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's getting closer to my trip and man I have lots of details and ways of travel I have to figure out and keep track of.  There are lots of weird names like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Airtran&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;airtrain&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;piccadilly&lt;/span&gt;, the tube....that I will have to figure out how to get on, get to the right place, transfer on and not lose Cole on. Terrifying! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt; I am just about the worst direction person ever born and even when I have plans and directions in front of me I just never seem to work it out right. Can it be true that I will be traveling around NYC and London  and Africa being responsible to know what's going on? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;AHH&lt;/span&gt;!!!!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is going to be so insane and so much fun. Cole is already saying things like, "mom we are totally getting lost, you know it's true right?" Yes son... I know it's true.  I will pray God gives me a mind to handle this(only for this time, cause otherwise I'd be exhausted) but if we get lost, whatever it will be an adventure! We are flying into Long Island and have to take a bus ride to one location and then an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;airtrain&lt;/span&gt; to another stop where we get on another train thing to JFK.. Then we are off to London for a 12 hour layover..I am 99% sure we can travel around and we'll take some tube or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;piccadilly&lt;/span&gt; things to see the Tower of London(I must see this famous spot of all my beloved history books about the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Tudors&lt;/span&gt;)and some other spots. Then off to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Johannesburg&lt;/span&gt; and then one more flight to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Pemba&lt;/span&gt;! Two weeks of incredible who knows what... God's goodness. Kids, kids and more kids. Mosquito nets and iodine tablets, malaria pills and hoping Cole doesn't starve to death himself.  Oh man, I can't wait...Two months away now and I can already feel myself getting crazy about being there. I'd take 500 flights and 5 million weird transports to be there. I wonder how wrecked I'm going to be.. I hope demolished and ruined for life. Oh my son... can't wait to see what God has in store for this young man. At the base they are seeing so many miracles..Blind people seeing every week, dead people raised, lame walking and so much more. I think my eyes have been blind and I hope they will see all of the GLORIOUS things God does on earth.  After we head back the same way(that it if I don't get arrested for trying to smuggle lots of kids with me)and we have a day in NYC and spend the night there at a hotel. That should be a nice end...By then I can call someone to google maps for me or something to get me around. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wow wow wow.. I am so pumped and terrified and it's just a wonderful feeling... 15 days of adventure~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/9076314438654549871-158661990234040535?l=natemelfischer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natemelfischer.blogspot.com/feeds/158661990234040535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9076314438654549871&amp;postID=158661990234040535' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9076314438654549871/posts/default/158661990234040535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9076314438654549871/posts/default/158661990234040535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natemelfischer.blogspot.com/2009/01/oh-boy.html' title='Oh boy...'/><author><name>Fischer's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12690414048558526049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_msiiHoqSHbs/STl_6xyMAnI/AAAAAAAAAJI/63B2TLYv_FU/S220/DSCF0693.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_msiiHoqSHbs/SWYeCNLRE5I/AAAAAAAAANI/w--sY10C5K4/s72-c/jfk.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9076314438654549871.post-6233546707728634719</id><published>2008-12-26T17:53:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T18:13:45.591-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Adopt a street</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_msiiHoqSHbs/SVVypRrNMPI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/MusiO9VnGI0/s1600-h/DSCF1081.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_msiiHoqSHbs/SVVypRrNMPI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/MusiO9VnGI0/s400/DSCF1081.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284255791233970418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_msiiHoqSHbs/SVVyozrboYI/AAAAAAAAAMI/R_LBqnMlF8A/s1600-h/DSCF1077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_msiiHoqSHbs/SVVyozrboYI/AAAAAAAAAMI/R_LBqnMlF8A/s400/DSCF1077.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284255783181853058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_msiiHoqSHbs/SVVyoq3B5QI/AAAAAAAAAMA/WP2kSZ4WlW0/s1600-h/DSCF1083.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_msiiHoqSHbs/SVVyoq3B5QI/AAAAAAAAAMA/WP2kSZ4WlW0/s400/DSCF1083.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284255780814578946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_msiiHoqSHbs/SVVyoTJCFdI/AAAAAAAAAL4/_D8crCx3464/s1600-h/DSCF1078.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_msiiHoqSHbs/SVVyoTJCFdI/AAAAAAAAAL4/_D8crCx3464/s400/DSCF1078.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284255774447637970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_msiiHoqSHbs/SVVynfqiSMI/AAAAAAAAALw/nEc9L0Izm_k/s1600-h/DSCF1080.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_msiiHoqSHbs/SVVynfqiSMI/AAAAAAAAALw/nEc9L0Izm_k/s400/DSCF1080.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284255760629516482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our church had street adoption this Christmas. Every family was encouraged to adopt a street and pray for them.  They had packets with gift bags in them, enough for each home on the street. We picked up our old street (our pastor happened to live one house away from us on the same street) and although the kids were trying to grab as many streets as possible, I stuck to my guns at one. We wrote personal notes for each one, Kendall and I went and picked out a little gift for each bag and the kids and I assembled them and prayed over each of them. Praying for blessings and peace in their home this Holiday season.  We were suppose to deliver them before Christmas Eve, we had invitations in there for our service that night. We planned to deliver them a few days before and we couldn't do it! The weather had been -wind chill and the snow and ice was horrible..Christmas eve morning was cold but it was the only shot we had. I got the kids snuggled up and we headed out. I stayed in the car and kept handing out the bags as the kids followed me up the street. They prayed for each house as they went and thought it was very cool! That night I even saw a few people from the street that came.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9076314438654549871-6233546707728634719?l=natemelfischer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natemelfischer.blogspot.com/feeds/6233546707728634719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9076314438654549871&amp;postID=6233546707728634719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9076314438654549871/posts/default/6233546707728634719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9076314438654549871/posts/default/6233546707728634719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natemelfischer.blogspot.com/2008/12/adopt-street.html' title='Adopt a street'/><author><name>Fischer's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12690414048558526049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_msiiHoqSHbs/STl_6xyMAnI/AAAAAAAAAJI/63B2TLYv_FU/S220/DSCF0693.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_msiiHoqSHbs/SVVypRrNMPI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/MusiO9VnGI0/s72-c/DSCF1081.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9076314438654549871.post-485674909274036955</id><published>2008-12-26T09:54:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T10:25:47.299-06:00</updated><title type='text'>BLACK AFTERNOON!</title><content type='html'>I am currently living in a pile of plastic trash.. I can't see the floors in any room and there are tiny shoes and brushes everywhere.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Bosley&lt;/span&gt; is not the chewing type of dog so he unfortunately won't even help to rid us of some of this.  I am giving the kids all morning to keep playing and opening plastic tubs. Then the dreaded BLACK afternoon is happening. We will be filling up black trash bags and having the time of our lives!&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday we had the best day. On Christmas Eve the kids wanted to know if 7:00 was OK to wake us. Agreed.. on Christmas morning Nate and I were surprised on how quiet they were. It was 7:30 and they were all sitting in the living room whispering. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;CJ&lt;/span&gt; noticed my head peeking at them and then we had all three of them on our bed. We found out that at 4:00am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;CJ&lt;/span&gt; noticed Kendall was missing from the room and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;CJ&lt;/span&gt; went looking for her and found her sitting in the dark surrounded by the presents just staring. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;CJ&lt;/span&gt; told her it was too early and escorted her back to bed.  Cole had been awake since 6:00 and was waiting on the couch just staring and imagining what lay underneath all that thin &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Santa&lt;/span&gt; paper. It was a great Christmas morning...We took our time (especially Kendall, even when her brother kept hinting that she is really holding up the fun line) and we all had lots of fun. The kids went off to open and mess up everything and Nate and I made an Amish breakfast casserole and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;biscuits&lt;/span&gt; and then resumed our positions on the couch to untie plastic swirly black things from the backs of everything ever made.  We headed off to the movies in the early afternoon. We've never gone to the movies on Christmas and I thought it was going to be EMPTY...well &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;apparently&lt;/span&gt; everyone goes to the movies on Christmas! It was packed the heck out, I couldn't believe it.  We watched Bedtime Stories and it was one that parents and kids could both hang at.. Good choice.&lt;br /&gt;Nate and I made dinner together and I usually make the Turkey and do all that stuff but this year we decided to do something different. I made &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Cornish&lt;/span&gt; game hen's for each of us and Nate made ULTIMATE twice baked potatoes (please don't forget the ultimate part because he was very insistent on that) and everything was delicious. We spent a long time at dinner, with everyone telling stories and well they were mostly about me. Everyone laughing at how insane their Mom/Wife is. I do appreciate they can all laugh about it though..&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt; That's the only thing that makes me feel that I am not completely &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;traumatizing&lt;/span&gt; them with my personality.  The girls picked out a chocolate cake for dessert (they don't do pie) and the guys chose apple pie. I choose both, so all desserts work out in my favor. The whole day was good and wonderful and I am so thankful for my little family..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now bring on the BLACK AFTERNOON!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9076314438654549871-485674909274036955?l=natemelfischer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natemelfischer.blogspot.com/feeds/485674909274036955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9076314438654549871&amp;postID=485674909274036955' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9076314438654549871/posts/default/485674909274036955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9076314438654549871/posts/default/485674909274036955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natemelfischer.blogspot.com/2008/12/black-afternoon.html' title='BLACK AFTERNOON!'/><author><name>Fischer's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12690414048558526049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_msiiHoqSHbs/STl_6xyMAnI/AAAAAAAAAJI/63B2TLYv_FU/S220/DSCF0693.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9076314438654549871.post-6566910690317946211</id><published>2008-12-23T20:27:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T20:46:38.886-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We drove by our old house this morning to pick up Cole from a sleep over. One of his best friends lives one house away from our old house. The girls and I were quiet driving by the lake and onto our street..I said, I really miss our house. And &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;CJ&lt;/span&gt; just shook her head in agreement and Kendall started to cry a little bit. We stopped in front of it and just looked and looked.  OH MAN! We had such a great time living there and it's been a hard week not being there. Lots of room for baking and being and dancing around to my favorite Christmas music....This--- in the middle place does not feel festive! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt; There is no room for dancing and no room for baking and no room for a big Christmas tree...It's weird feeling all these feelings...missing a place. I know this time, this in the middle time, waiting to move and staying together in this tiny place holds it's blessings too. We are very close in space and we've been very close in our time together. I am enjoying my kids so much. Sometimes the space thing makes me crazy with the mess. But we can't hide from each other. It's been very sweet and I know the Holiday even it's with Chinese food doesn't truly matter to any of us. We really truly enjoy one another!! I miss the place we came from and I am content in where we are and I am excited about what comes in this next year for us, whatever it is..... HAPPY HAPPY CHRISTMAS!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9076314438654549871-6566910690317946211?l=natemelfischer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natemelfischer.blogspot.com/feeds/6566910690317946211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9076314438654549871&amp;postID=6566910690317946211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9076314438654549871/posts/default/6566910690317946211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9076314438654549871/posts/default/6566910690317946211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natemelfischer.blogspot.com/2008/12/we-drove-by-our-old-house-this-morning.html' title=''/><author><name>Fischer's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12690414048558526049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_msiiHoqSHbs/STl_6xyMAnI/AAAAAAAAAJI/63B2TLYv_FU/S220/DSCF0693.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9076314438654549871.post-486461002261564785</id><published>2008-12-21T13:29:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T13:32:51.351-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well I am officially "on call" from 8:30 this morning until 8:30 tomorrow morning as a volunteer for MOCSA. My first official day...I have been re-reading all my paperwork and praying. I was up all night thinking about being called into the hospitals today. I am totally nervous...hoping I will know what to say and what to do and how to comfort. Truly only God can calm me and make this work in the event I get called in this shift.  If not this shift, it will be another.  The beginning is always the hardest. Here goes the beginning..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9076314438654549871-486461002261564785?l=natemelfischer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natemelfischer.blogspot.com/feeds/486461002261564785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9076314438654549871&amp;postID=486461002261564785' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9076314438654549871/posts/default/486461002261564785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9076314438654549871/posts/default/486461002261564785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natemelfischer.blogspot.com/2008/12/well-i-am-officially-on-call-from-830.html' title=''/><author><name>Fischer's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12690414048558526049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_msiiHoqSHbs/STl_6xyMAnI/AAAAAAAAAJI/63B2TLYv_FU/S220/DSCF0693.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9076314438654549871.post-682019442717537771</id><published>2008-12-18T07:54:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T08:17:45.709-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmmmm Breakfast...</title><content type='html'>This morning is the kids last day before winter break. They have a half day and then they're H-O-M-E. When my kids are together doing anything you can be sure there will be something happening. They will be laughing hysterically, crying, be violent(&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;CJ&lt;/span&gt;) who knows.  This morning I get &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;every one's&lt;/span&gt; food to them. Then I come sit on the couch and open up the laptop. I can see the kids from the couch and hear every word they are saying.  First they all decide to have a few rounds of who is the ultimate rock, paper, scissors champion for today. We play this quite often and play this to make decisions or settle disputes. I am like.. OKAY EAT PEOPLE, EAT!! Then I see Kendall putting stuffed animals on the empty seats at the table and putting peanut butter crunch cereal pieces in front of them to eat. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;UMMM&lt;/span&gt; HELLO, CHILDREN EAT! My kids are so social with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;each other&lt;/span&gt;.. they are NEVER silent and they can barely get through any meals unless they are completely alone and isolated. The next thing I hear and witness made my day...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;CJ&lt;/span&gt; is talking to the others about her future life. She is telling them about her house and plans, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ect&lt;/span&gt;.. Kendall says...... Your house is going to be PINK and PURPLE!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;CJ&lt;/span&gt; tries to stay calm but if you want to make &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;CJ&lt;/span&gt; mad you say things, like that she likes pink and purple.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;CJ&lt;/span&gt; gruffs....KENDALL it will NOT be those colors!! Kendall= giggle giggle giggle.. YES IT WILL &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;CJ&lt;/span&gt;, pink and purple!! giggle giggle... Well that was it.. I see &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;CJ&lt;/span&gt; flying out of her chair and pushing Kendall's head down into her cereal bowl. I yell &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;STOPPPPPPP&lt;/span&gt;!!!!!!         She stops and luckily it didn't hit the bowl yet...Kendall was FURIOUS because she doesn't put milk in her cereal, she likes her milk only on the side, so she says... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;CJJJJJJJ&lt;/span&gt;!!! You almost knocked my MILK into my CEREAL!!!!!!!!!!!!! She didn't care one bit about her face going into the bowl. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;CJ&lt;/span&gt; comes over to me and she is M-A-D! I just smile at this child straight from my DNA and say, what's up? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;CJ&lt;/span&gt; says.. KENDALL is trying to CONTROL MY LIFE!! I say, How is she doing that, how can Kendall control your life?? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;CJ&lt;/span&gt;- She is saying I am going to have to live in a pink and purple house!!!!!! Me- Are you?, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;CJ&lt;/span&gt;- No... Okay so then she cant control your life.. But you are in control of smashing her face into her bowl and spilling her milk into it...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;CJ&lt;/span&gt;- oh...okay.. Cole and Kendall are laughing at this point and I always make my kids tell &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;each other&lt;/span&gt; they love &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;each other&lt;/span&gt; and hug after something happens.. It's hard to stay mad when I keep saying.. one more hug, a kiss, say I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;LOVVEEEE&lt;/span&gt; you SISTER!! Then &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;CJ&lt;/span&gt; told Kendall she was sorry and all was well... they continued to rock, paper, scissors through the rest of breakfast and I'm sure my stories these next three weeks will be full of CRAZY with these three.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9076314438654549871-682019442717537771?l=natemelfischer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natemelfischer.blogspot.com/feeds/682019442717537771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9076314438654549871&amp;postID=682019442717537771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9076314438654549871/posts/default/682019442717537771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9076314438654549871/posts/default/682019442717537771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natemelfischer.blogspot.com/2008/12/hmmmm-breakfast.html' title='Hmmmm Breakfast...'/><author><name>Fischer's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12690414048558526049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_msiiHoqSHbs/STl_6xyMAnI/AAAAAAAAAJI/63B2TLYv_FU/S220/DSCF0693.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9076314438654549871.post-8477777155255167252</id><published>2008-12-17T10:18:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T10:27:33.582-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The faces he makes...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_msiiHoqSHbs/SUknWLaKx_I/AAAAAAAAALo/e_4es_XwfGI/s1600-h/DSCF0997.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_msiiHoqSHbs/SUknWLaKx_I/AAAAAAAAALo/e_4es_XwfGI/s400/DSCF0997.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280795300041770994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_msiiHoqSHbs/SUknVzXUOOI/AAAAAAAAALg/QPelwJudUIU/s1600-h/DSCF0998.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 342px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_msiiHoqSHbs/SUknVzXUOOI/AAAAAAAAALg/QPelwJudUIU/s400/DSCF0998.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280795293587355874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_msiiHoqSHbs/SUknVHZyXyI/AAAAAAAAALY/e1AZghgwffk/s1600-h/DSCF1002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_msiiHoqSHbs/SUknVHZyXyI/AAAAAAAAALY/e1AZghgwffk/s400/DSCF1002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280795281786560290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_msiiHoqSHbs/SUknU6ZKDkI/AAAAAAAAALQ/EPQYvFo0-uE/s1600-h/DSCF1003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_msiiHoqSHbs/SUknU6ZKDkI/AAAAAAAAALQ/EPQYvFo0-uE/s400/DSCF1003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280795278294257218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I caught Kendall and Bosley taking a nap together on the couch..well Cole caught me taking pictures of them and he decided he wanted to get in on a few pics. He told me he was going to be pretending to be sleeping, as you can see he was doing nothing of the sort when I snapped the picture...THIS BOY makes me laugh hysterically every single day. His facial expressions kill me!! hahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9076314438654549871-8477777155255167252?l=natemelfischer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natemelfischer.blogspot.com/feeds/8477777155255167252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9076314438654549871&amp;postID=8477777155255167252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9076314438654549871/posts/default/8477777155255167252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9076314438654549871/posts/default/8477777155255167252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natemelfischer.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-caught-kendall-and-bosley-taking-nap.html' title='The faces he makes...'/><author><name>Fischer's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12690414048558526049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_msiiHoqSHbs/STl_6xyMAnI/AAAAAAAAAJI/63B2TLYv_FU/S220/DSCF0693.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_msiiHoqSHbs/SUknWLaKx_I/AAAAAAAAALo/e_4es_XwfGI/s72-c/DSCF0997.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9076314438654549871.post-5030416606336268851</id><published>2008-12-12T21:46:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T09:54:51.273-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My girls at their dance!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_msiiHoqSHbs/SUMzAY_GCNI/AAAAAAAAALI/KV6elErBIZU/s1600-h/DSCF0974.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 333px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_msiiHoqSHbs/SUMzAY_GCNI/AAAAAAAAALI/KV6elErBIZU/s400/DSCF0974.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279119270008457426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_msiiHoqSHbs/SUMy_onmOrI/AAAAAAAAALA/u45SrWWEMNs/s1600-h/DSCF0952.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_msiiHoqSHbs/SUMy_onmOrI/AAAAAAAAALA/u45SrWWEMNs/s400/DSCF0952.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279119257025002162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_msiiHoqSHbs/SUMy_blWliI/AAAAAAAAAK4/4clckTFq2xg/s1600-h/DSCF0893.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 262px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_msiiHoqSHbs/SUMy_blWliI/AAAAAAAAAK4/4clckTFq2xg/s400/DSCF0893.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279119253525927458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_msiiHoqSHbs/SUMxlueh4jI/AAAAAAAAAKw/HiK3_xHE38I/s1600-h/DSCF0923.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 276px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_msiiHoqSHbs/SUMxlueh4jI/AAAAAAAAAKw/HiK3_xHE38I/s400/DSCF0923.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279117712409354802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_msiiHoqSHbs/SUMxlIrf0cI/AAAAAAAAAKo/vAB0tUrwjrk/s1600-h/DSCF0914.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 314px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_msiiHoqSHbs/SUMxlIrf0cI/AAAAAAAAAKo/vAB0tUrwjrk/s400/DSCF0914.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279117702263198146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_msiiHoqSHbs/SUMxkwyyiUI/AAAAAAAAAKg/vzAq73k_1mE/s1600-h/DSCF0904.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 274px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_msiiHoqSHbs/SUMxkwyyiUI/AAAAAAAAAKg/vzAq73k_1mE/s400/DSCF0904.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279117695851333954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_msiiHoqSHbs/SUMxjyB58UI/AAAAAAAAAKY/2GqPMm52tcY/s1600-h/DSCF0920.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 305px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_msiiHoqSHbs/SUMxjyB58UI/AAAAAAAAAKY/2GqPMm52tcY/s400/DSCF0920.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279117679003300162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_msiiHoqSHbs/SUMxjnJwiwI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/FP-ndEq8YXo/s1600-h/DSCF0932-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 363px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_msiiHoqSHbs/SUMxjnJwiwI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/FP-ndEq8YXo/s400/DSCF0932-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279117676083448578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They had such a fun night dancing and with each other and their Dad!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9076314438654549871-5030416606336268851?l=natemelfischer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natemelfischer.blogspot.com/feeds/5030416606336268851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9076314438654549871&amp;postID=5030416606336268851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9076314438654549871/posts/default/5030416606336268851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9076314438654549871/posts/default/5030416606336268851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natemelfischer.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-girls-at-their-dance.html' title='My girls at their dance!'/><author><name>Fischer's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12690414048558526049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_msiiHoqSHbs/STl_6xyMAnI/AAAAAAAAAJI/63B2TLYv_FU/S220/DSCF0693.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_msiiHoqSHbs/SUMzAY_GCNI/AAAAAAAAALI/KV6elErBIZU/s72-c/DSCF0974.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9076314438654549871.post-6978397799104074542</id><published>2008-12-11T21:23:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T21:44:48.629-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a few more weeks..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_msiiHoqSHbs/SUHd14psB5I/AAAAAAAAAKI/Gjye6rNqyUI/s1600-h/DSCF0884.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 332px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_msiiHoqSHbs/SUHd14psB5I/AAAAAAAAAKI/Gjye6rNqyUI/s400/DSCF0884.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278744156064974738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_msiiHoqSHbs/SUHdd-deCoI/AAAAAAAAAKA/0RcAaoAb2Hk/s1600-h/DSCF0870.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_msiiHoqSHbs/SUHdd-deCoI/AAAAAAAAAKA/0RcAaoAb2Hk/s400/DSCF0870.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278743745307478658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_msiiHoqSHbs/SUHddD32jSI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/MjPhLyX59sY/s1600-h/DSCF0863.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_msiiHoqSHbs/SUHddD32jSI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/MjPhLyX59sY/s400/DSCF0863.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278743729580444962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_msiiHoqSHbs/SUHdcS876UI/AAAAAAAAAJw/ZEbT1Jzcqkk/s1600-h/DSCF0866.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_msiiHoqSHbs/SUHdcS876UI/AAAAAAAAAJw/ZEbT1Jzcqkk/s400/DSCF0866.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278743716448430402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_msiiHoqSHbs/SUHdcDidbEI/AAAAAAAAAJo/XLZO5EkakEs/s1600-h/DSCF0776-2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 276px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_msiiHoqSHbs/SUHdcDidbEI/AAAAAAAAAJo/XLZO5EkakEs/s400/DSCF0776-2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278743712310848578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_msiiHoqSHbs/SUHdb3v5HwI/AAAAAAAAAJg/19pTzLmllDQ/s1600-h/DSCF0770-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 302px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_msiiHoqSHbs/SUHdb3v5HwI/AAAAAAAAAJg/19pTzLmllDQ/s400/DSCF0770-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278743709145964290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;December might just be the end of me...this month is straight outta control. I know other people are feeling this too.  I seriously want to quit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, just a couple things from this week..&lt;br /&gt;CJ and I went to the Cheetah Girls Concert and we got the best seats ever..a few rows back from the front and all the way to the side, so we were right at the stage and CJ was loving every minute of it. Our friend Chad's cousin is one of the cheetah's so he completely hooked it up for CJ to get into the meet 'n' greet before the concert and I think that about made her life so far complete! We've had some snow and the kids were out of school yesterday. I had about 4 loads of laundry to fold and the kids helped me. I was missing one little child with glasses and didn't notice until the mound of laundry was making a tiny squeaky giggle....buried alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kendall is really crazy about her food choices. This morning it was too much stress to decide between peanut butter on her bagel and cream cheese, so she came up with a "half n half deal" per her request. If only the rest of her day could be as fun as that.. today I needed to get to Toys R Us to get Kendall some presents while they were on sale and I had to bring her with me. So I just told her we were shopping for CJ. Well when I kept putting things in the cart that she would love to have and her tiny face kept warping into deep sadness. She couldn't help but cry and then say.."well I hope that CJ has the BEST CHRISTMAS EVER!!" cry cry cry...then someone would stare at her and she would hide her face in her hands in embarrassment over crying. It was quite a joyous time shopping... Two more weeks of madness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9076314438654549871-6978397799104074542?l=natemelfischer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natemelfischer.blogspot.com/feeds/6978397799104074542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9076314438654549871&amp;postID=6978397799104074542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9076314438654549871/posts/default/6978397799104074542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9076314438654549871/posts/default/6978397799104074542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natemelfischer.blogspot.com/2008/12/just-few-more-weeks.html' title='Just a few more weeks..'/><author><name>Fischer's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12690414048558526049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_msiiHoqSHbs/STl_6xyMAnI/AAAAAAAAAJI/63B2TLYv_FU/S220/DSCF0693.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_msiiHoqSHbs/SUHd14psB5I/AAAAAAAAAKI/Gjye6rNqyUI/s72-c/DSCF0884.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9076314438654549871.post-6722622570216095491</id><published>2008-12-04T15:15:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T15:33:48.037-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I love old people</title><content type='html'>For some reason I just have always loved old people..especially old men. Now when I say old, I'm not saying 50-60's..although I'm sure everyone in that age group is quite lovable too. Give me some oldies 70+ and it is a good time. Yesterday I was not a happy gal and I went to the gym to zone out and ride the exercise bike(which I have come to find out really does nothing cardio wise) and read a book. I sat down and started reading..I had my head buried and I had been pedaling a while. I heard someone say, " Hey, Hey!" I looked up and I saw a smiling face on an old gentleman. He sat next to me and I said, "Hey, Hey!" Immediately he started chatting me up and telling me stories about his youth..I was still holding my book and figured I wasn't going to need it anymore, threw it down and soaked the conversation in.. I can't get enough of stories.. I love to hear about people's pasts and their lives. Doesn't even matter if I know them or not. He told me about getting electricity in 6th grade and riding horses to his one room schoolhouse.. It was great. Then another old buddy of his came walking by and joined in the conversation. He was Canadian(apparent by his canadian hat and canadian shirt and canadian sweatsuit) and proceeded to bash Canada being very proud of his American status now, after marrying an American hottie a few years ago! I laughed so much and so hard at these two that I went the longest I've ever gone on the exercise bike..lol It was a good time and coming in grump face and meeting these two was the best! Today Mr. Canadian found me and introduced me to his hottie American wife and I talked to them for a while.. very sweet and very 80+ both of them.  I don't know what it is about the age.. Respect for having walked through all that I have yet to...Meeting people who lived with less luxury than we have today and them still appreciating the "good ol' days"...Their attitudes about life and how they have a good time despite their physical growing tired. Their stories, their faces.. AHHHHHH!!! I can't get enough!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is this little old couple who comes to the gym and they are both very slow and every time I see them, I find myself almost crying right then and there... They walk with a little hunch and they have the cutest sweatsuits on that match.. The woman is much slower than her husband and when they take to walking around and around the little track, they hold hands and smile the entire time..like they know something..like they have a secret! I just watch them go by and by and I find myself smiling in their sweetness... I hope I make it there someday...can't say I'd get Nate to wear the matching sweat suits, but by then....one wouldn't seem to care~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9076314438654549871-6722622570216095491?l=natemelfischer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natemelfischer.blogspot.com/feeds/6722622570216095491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9076314438654549871&amp;postID=6722622570216095491' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9076314438654549871/posts/default/6722622570216095491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9076314438654549871/posts/default/6722622570216095491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natemelfischer.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-love-old-people.html' title='I love old people'/><author><name>Fischer's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12690414048558526049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_msiiHoqSHbs/STl_6xyMAnI/AAAAAAAAAJI/63B2TLYv_FU/S220/DSCF0693.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9076314438654549871.post-783961214516627258</id><published>2008-11-20T17:50:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T18:04:13.649-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Kindness in the small things...</title><content type='html'>It's been a pretty crazy last few days and I've been pretty out of it and really tired... I haven't been to the grocery store all week and there is nothing left in the house. The kids have been eating whatever fast food place Nate stops by on the way home.  This morning I had no coffee, no coke, no tea..nothing but water..I knew if I was going to make it through today I needed to start pumping in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;caffeine&lt;/span&gt; immediately...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way back from taking the kids to school this morning I dug through my purse and drove up to the coffee shop. I ordered a large black coffee( I was going to take it home and put it over ice and creamer) to go. When I got up to the window she handed me my coffee and said," the man in the car before you left extra money and said he wanted to pay for the next person's drink and he hopes they have a good day." I sat there staring at her smiling at me with my coffee in her hand. I didn't take it right away because I was in total shock at what she just said...I told her, " I want to give my money to the next person for their drink and wish them a good day too." She laughed and said,"OK!" and I handed her my $2.&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;oo in change&lt;/span&gt; and drove out of the parking lot. I started crying immediately. This small gesture had made an impact on me and even though it may have seemed small to the man who left the money, it was a big deposit into me today. I started thanking God for this man's kindness and asking God to bless him over and over... He made a big impact in a small thing and it was a great way to start today.... I hope I am able to remember what this Man did and to start leaving my money for the next person and praying that they have a good day as well....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9076314438654549871-783961214516627258?l=natemelfischer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natemelfischer.blogspot.com/feeds/783961214516627258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9076314438654549871&amp;postID=783961214516627258' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9076314438654549871/posts/default/783961214516627258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9076314438654549871/posts/default/783961214516627258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natemelfischer.blogspot.com/2008/11/kindness-in-small-things.html' title='Kindness in the small things...'/><author><name>Fischer's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12690414048558526049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_msiiHoqSHbs/STl_6xyMAnI/AAAAAAAAAJI/63B2TLYv_FU/S220/DSCF0693.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9076314438654549871.post-7486013081380829791</id><published>2008-11-17T14:34:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T14:47:03.907-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Busted up</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_msiiHoqSHbs/SSHVtf8zYiI/AAAAAAAAAIU/y9L7NdtkM6A/s1600-h/cole.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269728016647545378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_msiiHoqSHbs/SSHVtf8zYiI/AAAAAAAAAIU/y9L7NdtkM6A/s400/cole.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Nate and I were woke up yesterday morning by Cole and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;CJ&lt;/span&gt; standing in our doorway. It was 7:30 on a Sunday morning(which means um no cause we sleep in) and there was one child with a messed up face and the other child with a wooden stick...looked like something interesting happened. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;CJ&lt;/span&gt; with a stick..can't be good.  No one was screaming or yelling so it was a really strange event considering there was a messed up face and a stick. Come to find out, Cole was holding a pillow in front of his face and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;CJ&lt;/span&gt; was trying to hit his face with a stick. She evidently was successful and the game then ended. Kids are weird, or just my DNA. I remember doing lame things like this too. And so the tradition continues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way to school this morning it was just Cole, Kendall and I. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;CJ&lt;/span&gt; stayed home sick. Kendall has been getting in trouble for talking..talking too much, too loud, too all the time crazy. Cole was trying to tell me something and to Kendall is doesn't matter who is talking she just starts talking and at very high levels. I hold up my hand to the backseat as if to say... shh it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;missy&lt;/span&gt;... Then I hear her talking again.. I look in the mirror with crazy eyes and I see her hands up... I'm ask, "what are you doing?" She says," I'm not talking, my hands are!" and I see that she had drawn faces on all her fingers before school. Little smiley faces on each finger. She then says," if I can't talk then my hands will" AH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Then I hear Cole say very dryly..."well Queen Elizabeth shall speak for me" I am thinking what?? Where did that come from? Then I look at him looking at me with a goofy face holding up a coin with Queen Elizabeth's face on it..? I don't even know what country that was from, Canada? I laughed so hard!! Weird Weird Weird children!!!!!&lt;br /&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/9076314438654549871-7486013081380829791?l=natemelfischer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natemelfischer.blogspot.com/feeds/7486013081380829791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9076314438654549871&amp;postID=7486013081380829791' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9076314438654549871/posts/default/7486013081380829791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9076314438654549871/posts/default/7486013081380829791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natemelfischer.blogspot.com/2008/11/busted-up.html' title='Busted up'/><author><name>Fischer's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12690414048558526049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_msiiHoqSHbs/STl_6xyMAnI/AAAAAAAAAJI/63B2TLYv_FU/S220/DSCF0693.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_msiiHoqSHbs/SSHVtf8zYiI/AAAAAAAAAIU/y9L7NdtkM6A/s72-c/cole.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9076314438654549871.post-5550598608246331361</id><published>2008-11-15T10:12:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T10:27:08.851-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Night</title><content type='html'>Now that it's cold and no sports  weekdays and weekends will  be so chill again. Five nights a week of practices and homework and 4 games on Saturday have taken their toll on my chillness and now it's time to get it back.  We are a family that likes to snuggle, read,watch movies, eat popcorn, drink hot chocolate, eat candy and have brownies where we ALL fight to lick the bowl. Winter chillin is going to be a good time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I bought 10(then added two more) boxes/bags of candy for us. My kids like candy but no where near as much as Nate and I like it. They're all..cool..eat a little, then whatever. Nate and I are like..candy..EAT, EAT, EAT and EAT and then we still might order pizza.  Rented and watched a few movies under down blankets and it was a good time! Cole asked if last night could be his stay up all night-night. It is one of his life's goals to accomplish before he gets old...so we agreed and told him he better not wake us up though! He prepared with buying some cokes at the grocery store last night and getting movies ready to go.  I wasn't sure if it was going to happen..This child can be found on weekday nights staying up until 11 or 3:00 reading his novels..So, I knew it could be done. I retreated to my bedroom at 10:00 to read and Nate stayed with Cole until 11ish... Cole was fighting and fighting.. but when I woke up at 2:45 to the sound of my cell phone beeping that the battery was almost dead, I walked out and the TV was on and Cole was sitting straight up on the couch completely sacked out!! Poor guy...this morning he is talking about coffee and other plans to make sure he can do this next weekend. His eyes look a little beat down. Hope there is a nap in the plans today for all of us.. Because chillin out needs to make a serious comeback!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9076314438654549871-5550598608246331361?l=natemelfischer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natemelfischer.blogspot.com/feeds/5550598608246331361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9076314438654549871&amp;postID=5550598608246331361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9076314438654549871/posts/default/5550598608246331361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9076314438654549871/posts/default/5550598608246331361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natemelfischer.blogspot.com/2008/11/family-night.html' title='Family Night'/><author><name>Fischer's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12690414048558526049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_msiiHoqSHbs/STl_6xyMAnI/AAAAAAAAAJI/63B2TLYv_FU/S220/DSCF0693.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9076314438654549871.post-5036795461583587344</id><published>2008-11-13T14:36:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T14:53:46.235-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Blah Blah Blah</title><content type='html'>Wow, I am pretty tired of people today....today I want to move out of this country and take my family and live in a jungle. Well maybe more like a tree house in Swiss Family Robinson.  I definitely want a tree house with a few levels though so the kids could live a few branches down. Although it's not them making me tired today, it's the voice and the spirit of arrogance. I think we need some humbling... all of us...we need to be taken down a few notches.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9076314438654549871-5036795461583587344?l=natemelfischer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natemelfischer.blogspot.com/feeds/5036795461583587344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9076314438654549871&amp;postID=5036795461583587344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9076314438654549871/posts/default/5036795461583587344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9076314438654549871/posts/default/5036795461583587344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natemelfischer.blogspot.com/2008/11/blah-blah-blah.html' title='Blah Blah Blah'/><author><name>Fischer's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12690414048558526049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_msiiHoqSHbs/STl_6xyMAnI/AAAAAAAAAJI/63B2TLYv_FU/S220/DSCF0693.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9076314438654549871.post-2129931624782049066</id><published>2008-11-11T12:31:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T13:01:24.001-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What an awesome weekend..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_msiiHoqSHbs/SRnWMf_p9TI/AAAAAAAAAIM/0bRp83x3pTk/s1600-h/melamaya.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_msiiHoqSHbs/SRnWMf_p9TI/AAAAAAAAAIM/0bRp83x3pTk/s400/melamaya.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267476749421770034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had the best trip back to CA. I can't believe I was able to see so many people that I love and miss. Friday was the absolute best surprise ever...My flight to ONT wasn't going to happen. I got to the airport, Nate dropped me off and then I find out delayed, delayed until never...There happened to be a flight to Denver that night and I called Marie and she was down to get me and she got a hotel room for us by the airport and we stayed up ALL NIGHT and talked and laughed and ate and it was seriously the best ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before Denver..back at the KC airport I found myself a nice cozy seat, popped my headphones in and looked down. The literal second I took them out of my ear I could hear someone talking to me. There as a man two seats away and he was already talking..I don't know if he was talking when I had them in or as soon as he saw my hand taking them out but it was going. He talked and talked and talked. We lined up for our flight to Denver and it was EMPTY. I'm saying there were about 20 people on a 200 person flight. That empty. Well I get on first and go to the back and sit by the window. There was no one around me.. NO ONE...Until I hear someone say, "do you mind?" and I look up and it's mister mister from the airport. What in the heck can you say? I tell him, sure.  I figured he would be sitting at the end of the row. Like any normal human stranger... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;umm&lt;/span&gt;... no.. He sat DIRECTLY next to me..right next to me.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Hmmm&lt;/span&gt;... It was strange but then again not. He talked and talked and talked..I then realized if he had sat at the end of the row he might have feared my ears not able to hear him talking and I might have dozed off not giving full attention to his every word... OH MAN!!!!!!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;LOLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL&lt;/span&gt;!!!! The beacon of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;over share&lt;/span&gt; light from complete strangers continues to reign supreme in my life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marie took me to the airport the next morning and found out that my flight to ONT was CANCELLED! I kept saying..cancelled? You mean..&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;delayed&lt;/span&gt;? No, no.. they  meant cancelled. So then another re-route needed. Flew into &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;OC&lt;/span&gt; instead and pops picked me up and took me to Jen's house in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Redlands&lt;/span&gt;.  We right away head out to Thai food which was seriously so great! Go back to her house and chill, chill, chill... laugh and I drink up all her Diet cream sodas. We head to the beach that night for my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;bro's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;surprise&lt;/span&gt; party Meg set up. It was fun.. Mark seemed to have a great time and the food was..mmm..mmmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday morning Jen and I went to Oasis to see some old &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;homies&lt;/span&gt;! Walking up the steps to the church always brings me way back.. having spent 20 years of my life there, multiple times a week.. it was a familiar feeling..like going back home. It was fun catching up and seeing people. After we crashed Amber's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;bday&lt;/span&gt; party at her parents and I got to hang out with Rachel! It was awesome to see these ladies and I miss them very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Headed to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Baustista's&lt;/span&gt; pad and got to visit the best parents in the world! Jen's parents are so much fun and I miss them! Seeing their &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Mii's&lt;/span&gt; and chatting were good times..too short though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Jan's house after for Mark's surprise &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;fam&lt;/span&gt; party... so good to see everyone and see what people have been up too. We had a good night and ate lots and enjoyed good company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went home to Mark and Meg's with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Amaya&lt;/span&gt; and I had the best car ride with my baby &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;niece&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Amaya&lt;/span&gt; is so wonderful and I miss her so much. She is so full of personality and life and is such a sweet girl. I went into &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Amaya's&lt;/span&gt; room when we got there and played toys with her and then we snuggled &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;each other&lt;/span&gt; in her bed while watching Barbie Nutcracker. I didn't want to move..I just wanted to keep her in my arms and give her endless kisses.. I was trying to soak up the moment being that they are sadly so infrequent.. : (&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Headed out Monday, to the airport with Dad, Mark and Uncle Dave. My stop was in Phoenix and they were headed to Phoenix for a game. It was so cool to be on the same flight and we had a good time. Uncle Dave makes me laugh and I was sad they weren't all coming to KC with me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was a great trip...always, always the best seeing my friends and family. I feel sad today thinking about missing out on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Amaya&lt;/span&gt;.. hoping that going back to CA I will get to share in her life more....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9076314438654549871-2129931624782049066?l=natemelfischer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natemelfischer.blogspot.com/feeds/2129931624782049066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9076314438654549871&amp;postID=2129931624782049066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9076314438654549871/posts/default/2129931624782049066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9076314438654549871/posts/default/2129931624782049066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natemelfischer.blogspot.com/2008/11/what-awesome-weekend.html' title='What an awesome weekend..'/><author><name>Fischer's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12690414048558526049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_msiiHoqSHbs/STl_6xyMAnI/AAAAAAAAAJI/63B2TLYv_FU/S220/DSCF0693.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_msiiHoqSHbs/SRnWMf_p9TI/AAAAAAAAAIM/0bRp83x3pTk/s72-c/melamaya.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9076314438654549871.post-4896148592941550128</id><published>2008-11-06T18:49:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T19:07:13.395-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Mall madness</title><content type='html'>Today I had the funniest experience. I picked Kendall up from school and we went to the Mall and had some lunch together, visited a few shops and then she wanted to play in the play area. They have a spot in the middle of the mall with all this play stuff, it's very cool. So, I looked around and found 3 benches where absolutely no other person was sitting...There were lots of parents but I made sure to find myself a spot where there was no one else. I usually try to do this...at events, on the airplane.. and it never, ever works out.  I am convinced I have some sort of feeler/sensor on me that alerts people to come near and to talk to me. And not just talk.. tell me every event that has ever existed  or happened to them thus far, it's IINSANE! It happens so much that I should just sit in the middle of the crowds and then people would just think I was weird and ignore me probably. So today I sit on my bench...about 5 minutes later an Indian man probably in his 60's takes a seat at the bench next to me.  I can feel him looking at me so I look back. He says hello and I say hello back. Well...I can't remember what happened after that but he was moving as close as he could get on his bench to me and telling me his ENTIRE life story and about all his wives, his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt;-arranged marriages, his schools, his jobs, the kind of suits he wears.. oh yes.. He one time touched my arm while laughing and then quickly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;apologized&lt;/span&gt; and I told him next time I would slap him in the face.. He looked at me in shock and laughed so hard and then wanted to talk more and more. I didn't even notice a younger guy sitting next to me on the bench to my left...But when the older man asked me where in CA I was from I said Riverside area.. then all I heard was.. NO WAY!!!! RIVERSIDE, CA??? ME TOO!!! He was(i came to know later) 32, married with kids and moved to KC 3 years ago like us. Well he ended up telingl me that he made $20.00 an hour and his wife made $20.00 and hour too and it goes a long way here... and so on and so on.. it was a full on competition of talking at this point.. One would talk and I would turn to look at them, then the other would start and I'd turn to try to hear them. One would get up to help his child and the other would tell me that the other guy was trying to bother me and get in our conversation.. They both were trying to "save" me from the other one. Thinking that I would much rather sit and listen to their life stories...I was completely being USED!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt; They weren't at all creepy guys trying to hit on me! They genuinely just wanted to talk and I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;apparently&lt;/span&gt; had the big sign...TELL ME EVERY THING.. I MEAN EVERYTHING, on my forehead. I wanted to laugh so hard and I wished someone else could see this circus act that was happening. This went on for over an hour.. before I excused myself to leave. I thought the older man was going to buy me a car or give me money for giving him my time! He was trying to give me money for Kendall to play longer..&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;... It was funny. I don't know why I ever try to hide out....I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;apparently&lt;/span&gt; am not the hiding out type...the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;over sharers&lt;/span&gt; are like a moth to a flame with me. And today I have to say, it was entertaining and pretty sweet...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9076314438654549871-4896148592941550128?l=natemelfischer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natemelfischer.blogspot.com/feeds/4896148592941550128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9076314438654549871&amp;postID=4896148592941550128' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9076314438654549871/posts/default/4896148592941550128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9076314438654549871/posts/default/4896148592941550128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natemelfischer.blogspot.com/2008/11/mall-madness.html' title='Mall madness'/><author><name>Fischer's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12690414048558526049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_msiiHoqSHbs/STl_6xyMAnI/AAAAAAAAAJI/63B2TLYv_FU/S220/DSCF0693.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9076314438654549871.post-2389349551799166714</id><published>2008-11-05T21:30:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T07:33:26.080-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My kids and the election!</title><content type='html'>My children...I have had so many laughs this past month as we've been winding down to Election Day! Nate and I are pretty neutral when it comes to politics.. I think we'd be sold on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Independent&lt;/span&gt; if they really ever had money or a chance.. Or someone to run! So we don't talk politics with the kids virtually ever. Well our kids school took the opportunity to teach them and give them so much information and I thought it was great. Strange(being that I don't remember getting that much info but I don't remember much of last week either) but great. My kids have been talking and thinking about it for a few months. Their conversations with one another and their friends have been hilarious! I can't get enough of it... Having debates with friends...making signs...watching the news all on their own doing. We were at a pizza party last night and they had a TV on and my son paced back and forth nervous at every electoral vote added. My kids were sold on McCain/&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Palin&lt;/span&gt;. No Abortion was their button and they were solid in their stance. A few days ago.. I picked Kendall up from Kindergarten and this is the conversation:&lt;br /&gt;Me: Hi baby how was your day?&lt;br /&gt;Kendall: Grant wants to vote for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Mabama&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;Me: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Noooo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;wayyy&lt;/span&gt;!!! What did you say to that?&lt;br /&gt;Kendall: I told him that I was voting for McCain!&lt;br /&gt;Me: And what did he say?&lt;br /&gt;Kendall: He said &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Mabama&lt;/span&gt; would lower our taxes and I said.. uh uh.. McCain will lower our taxes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was of course dying and in complete shock that two 5/6 yr &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;olds&lt;/span&gt; were having this conversation. Just about the best thing ever!! I will support my kids in their &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;republicaness&lt;/span&gt; if that's what they choose. I'm just proud to see the beginnings of their independence...they didn't look to us to tell them what to think.. they were so proactive about finding out information...it made me excited to see who these little people will be!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9076314438654549871-2389349551799166714?l=natemelfischer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natemelfischer.blogspot.com/feeds/2389349551799166714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9076314438654549871&amp;postID=2389349551799166714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9076314438654549871/posts/default/2389349551799166714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9076314438654549871/posts/default/2389349551799166714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natemelfischer.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-kids-and-election.html' title='My kids and the election!'/><author><name>Fischer's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12690414048558526049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_msiiHoqSHbs/STl_6xyMAnI/AAAAAAAAAJI/63B2TLYv_FU/S220/DSCF0693.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9076314438654549871.post-4934710700263916590</id><published>2008-11-03T13:32:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T13:34:09.398-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Jammies and personal style</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_msiiHoqSHbs/SQ9R-NT2LeI/AAAAAAAAAIE/-Q8ETrS6spA/s1600-h/kendalljamies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264516618586041826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 230px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_msiiHoqSHbs/SQ9R-NT2LeI/AAAAAAAAAIE/-Q8ETrS6spA/s400/kendalljamies.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night after she had a shower I told Kendall to go and get her pajamas on....This is what came back upstairs....&lt;br /&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/9076314438654549871-4934710700263916590?l=natemelfischer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natemelfischer.blogspot.com/feeds/4934710700263916590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9076314438654549871&amp;postID=4934710700263916590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9076314438654549871/posts/default/4934710700263916590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9076314438654549871/posts/default/4934710700263916590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natemelfischer.blogspot.com/2008/11/jammies-and-personal-style.html' title='Jammies and personal style'/><author><name>Fischer's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12690414048558526049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_msiiHoqSHbs/STl_6xyMAnI/AAAAAAAAAJI/63B2TLYv_FU/S220/DSCF0693.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_msiiHoqSHbs/SQ9R-NT2LeI/AAAAAAAAAIE/-Q8ETrS6spA/s72-c/kendalljamies.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9076314438654549871.post-552820894098013624</id><published>2008-10-30T17:58:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T18:21:12.945-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The endless Green Goo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;WAAAAAAAA&lt;/span&gt;!!!!!!!!!! I hate being sick....I hate taking &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Nyquil&lt;/span&gt;(well who really hates that) waking up at 4:00am..cause then it was all over. As soon as my body knew I was awake it started rejecting the green goo in my throat causing me to hack away in the bathroom sink something vile. I had the kids in my room since Nate's gone and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;CJ&lt;/span&gt; woke up and is yelling.. MOM, MOM.. are you throwing up?? ARE YOU OK?? ARE YOU &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;DYINNNNGGGGGGGGG&lt;/span&gt;???????? Luckily Cole and Kendall stay pretty dead to the world and I stepped over my son on the floor climbed back into bed knowing that I was AWAKE..boo..then my nose wasn't having that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;greeness&lt;/span&gt; in it either so it decided to just flow, flow, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;flowwww&lt;/span&gt;..you know that kind where you can't sniff back up? So I had to stuff tissue in both nostrils..I try to sleep..watch the clock...wait...wait... the last time I looked it was 6:00 then I must have fallen asleep because I was in a dream...My son was knocking at the door with his friend and his friends Dad. I answered it with the tissue in my nose.. The boys and the Dad were staring at me like what in the flip is wrong with her? Then I woke up to the alarm and to Kendall's face staring right at me. She looked pretty confused like she had been studying me for a while....She says," Mama what are those things in your NOSE???!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I had to take &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;CJ&lt;/span&gt; to the dentist because her cheek has been bothering her and I didn't know if it was an infected tooth. It's happened before.. I had to take all the kids with me. I also had to take a statement from them that seemed really high and wrong and sort that out. That was some serious drama and we found the errors. The front desk lady then called our Dental carrier and was getting crazy on the phone with her! Then I could tell Delta Dental was getting crazy back on her! Each of them was saying it was the other's fault.. then front desk lady slammed down the phone on Delta..S-C-A-R-Y!! She said she would try to figure it out... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Sooo&lt;/span&gt;... I get home and the phone rings and it's Delta Dental... telling me all about how they got so rudely hung up on and they would MAKE sure this is handled and if not I need to call them and they will  DEAL...so.. I don't care about all that.. I just know that all that dental drama with the wrong procedures, wrong kids, wrongs dates of service that seemed like a nightmare will now get extra special attention from both ends and I will come out the WINNER!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;WOOOOOO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9076314438654549871-552820894098013624?l=natemelfischer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natemelfischer.blogspot.com/feeds/552820894098013624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9076314438654549871&amp;postID=552820894098013624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9076314438654549871/posts/default/552820894098013624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9076314438654549871/posts/default/552820894098013624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natemelfischer.blogspot.com/2008/10/endless-green-goo.html' title='The endless Green Goo'/><author><name>Fischer's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12690414048558526049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_msiiHoqSHbs/STl_6xyMAnI/AAAAAAAAAJI/63B2TLYv_FU/S220/DSCF0693.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9076314438654549871.post-4967596551822844461</id><published>2008-10-29T09:56:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T10:12:21.224-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Nathan left this morning for a conference for a couple days... That means I'll get to appreciate him even more as I'm driving the kids around the next few nights to all their practices and to Awana...he really really does so much.  My to do thing is to be more appreciative...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week has been really cold..I am sick with the fall/winter sickness I seem to get every year. Green lovliness stopped up in my throat and in my nose. Coughing and sounding like an alien. This morning I was trying to call the girls upstairs for breakfast and my voice sounded so weird that they didn't come up because they were laughing thinking I was just making funny sounds at them.&lt;br /&gt;Their brother didn't appreciate that they were laughing and not coming up so he marched down there and gave them a What's up! They came up right away after that pretty confused..haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am off to do laundry and clean and finish the rest of the cinnamon rolls from breakfast.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9076314438654549871-4967596551822844461?l=natemelfischer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natemelfischer.blogspot.com/feeds/4967596551822844461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9076314438654549871&amp;postID=4967596551822844461' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9076314438654549871/posts/default/4967596551822844461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9076314438654549871/posts/default/4967596551822844461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natemelfischer.blogspot.com/2008/10/nathan-left-this-morning-for-conference.html' title=''/><author><name>Fischer's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12690414048558526049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_msiiHoqSHbs/STl_6xyMAnI/AAAAAAAAAJI/63B2TLYv_FU/S220/DSCF0693.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9076314438654549871.post-2687262405247295382</id><published>2008-10-27T12:50:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T12:57:34.640-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_msiiHoqSHbs/SQX_gv3GNJI/AAAAAAAAAH0/UgTXebM1J3I/s1600-h/kendalleye.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_msiiHoqSHbs/SQX_gv3GNJI/AAAAAAAAAH0/UgTXebM1J3I/s400/kendalleye.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261892677720749202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this pic my Mom captured of Kendall last week. As soon as I saw it I just laughed. There has always been something about her little face and her expressions that just kill me. Sometimes I just find myself staring at her with the biggest smile on my face. That little round face with purple glasses always shifting up and down on her tiny nose is too much for me to handle and then she must be SQUEEZED!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9076314438654549871-2687262405247295382?l=natemelfischer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natemelfischer.blogspot.com/feeds/2687262405247295382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9076314438654549871&amp;postID=2687262405247295382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9076314438654549871/posts/default/2687262405247295382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9076314438654549871/posts/default/2687262405247295382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natemelfischer.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-love-this-pic-my-mom-captured-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Fischer's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12690414048558526049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_msiiHoqSHbs/STl_6xyMAnI/AAAAAAAAAJI/63B2TLYv_FU/S220/DSCF0693.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_msiiHoqSHbs/SQX_gv3GNJI/AAAAAAAAAH0/UgTXebM1J3I/s72-c/kendalleye.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9076314438654549871.post-6336005691530991993</id><published>2008-10-22T11:24:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T11:32:29.808-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pawsitive Panthers!</title><content type='html'>So.... yesterday when Nate brought Kendall home from school she ran in to show me her award. She was named &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;pawsitive&lt;/span&gt;( their school is about paws from panthers &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;apparently&lt;/span&gt;) panther of the week in Kindergarten! They announced her name over the intercom and she was so excited to get her award...She then tells me that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;CJ&lt;/span&gt; was named the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;pawsitive&lt;/span&gt; panther for 3rd grade too! I thought that was so cool they both had it the same week... no Cole? Kendall says, no I did NOT hear my brother's name.... When I pick the other two up from school, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;CJ&lt;/span&gt; says...Kendall did YOU already tell MOM?? Kendall says nothing out of pure fear.... I tell &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;CJ&lt;/span&gt; to cool it and yes she already told me because she was too excited and if she decides to get upset I will crack her in her head and rip that dang panther award up so fast!! Well &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;CJ&lt;/span&gt; says.. Oh &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; then, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;never mind&lt;/span&gt;. All smiles... So Cole wants to tell his version of the story... Cole says.. yeah in class when the announcements start he hears Kendall's name and he then claps really loud in class and gives a little woo woo.. and everyone looks at him like he's a freak. Then &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;CJ's&lt;/span&gt; name is called and he claps loudly again and woo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;woo's&lt;/span&gt; her up.. His class says, are those your sisters? Yes they are he says.. Then his teacher walks over and gives Cole high fives for a family shout out.. Then the kids want to know how many dang sisters does he have? Cole says well how many grades are there? hardy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;har&lt;/span&gt;...then everyone wants to know WHY his sisters are so dang &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;PAWSITIVE&lt;/span&gt; and He is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;apparently&lt;/span&gt; not... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Hmmm&lt;/span&gt;... No  answer for that one.. Anyway this school is crazy, we had the principal call to say congrats last night and today I had the school counselor call to say congrats about the girls.. They do this every week and make all the calls.  Seems wild..anyway, Cole told me to wait by the phone..surely he can learn to be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;pawsitive&lt;/span&gt; soon enough....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9076314438654549871-6336005691530991993?l=natemelfischer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natemelfischer.blogspot.com/feeds/6336005691530991993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9076314438654549871&amp;postID=6336005691530991993' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9076314438654549871/posts/default/6336005691530991993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9076314438654549871/posts/default/6336005691530991993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natemelfischer.blogspot.com/2008/10/pawsitive-panthers.html' title='Pawsitive Panthers!'/><author><name>Fischer's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12690414048558526049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_msiiHoqSHbs/STl_6xyMAnI/AAAAAAAAAJI/63B2TLYv_FU/S220/DSCF0693.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9076314438654549871.post-172069502948508753</id><published>2008-10-21T15:05:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T15:37:49.579-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Rhode Island~~~</title><content type='html'>WOW! I have had the most amazing 6 days....Our vacation was more than I hoped for and more beautiful than I even imagined. We visited a few states while in Rhode Island and all of them were equally breathtaking... So full of trees and color. I thought moving to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Midwest&lt;/span&gt; we were the holder's of some pretty amazing fall seasons. While they are really beautiful they can't even touch the fall on the east coast. I have never in my life seen fall colors so bright and so out of this world. It looked like melted crayons that had been poured over spots everywhere. I was in complete awe and couldn't keep my head away from the car window glass or the airplane windows flying in. I kept telling God how much I appreciate this...all the imagination He has. And if He ever wanted me to live there to appreciate it some more, I of course would be honored! Nate and I had the best time, eating!!! We are quite the pair of hogs. Breakfast, Lunch, Dinner, Desserts, Coffees, Snacks...everyday, endless....wine's, beer's...it was AWESOME! I feel a little bit fluffed up right now. Food is good.. We had the most authentic Italian foods. We did wine tasting at a winery and I found a white wine that I just loved, loved and brought home with me. We went to the Sam Adams brewery and got to sample beer. I loved this lemongrass &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;heff&lt;/span&gt; but then found out that it was a secret batch they will never sell. Boo..I did find another beer that captured my heart.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;SAM&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Adams&lt;/span&gt; cherry wheat.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Ohhhhhh&lt;/span&gt; I might stay fluffy for a while now. Boston was of my soul...I just imagined myself living in the old buildings and walking on the old streets, attending service at the old churches and sitting in the old gardens...I just LOVED it.. It was such a neat city, full of charm and character. We had a great time there. We went into Mystic, Conn and spent a day there. Of course eating Mystic pizza! It was very mystical and the seafood pizza was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;delish&lt;/span&gt;! We did so much and enjoyed every moment and enjoyed &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;each other's&lt;/span&gt; company and it was the best...the best best best!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am uploading pics and I will post some..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9076314438654549871-172069502948508753?l=natemelfischer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natemelfischer.blogspot.com/feeds/172069502948508753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9076314438654549871&amp;postID=172069502948508753' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9076314438654549871/posts/default/172069502948508753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9076314438654549871/posts/default/172069502948508753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natemelfischer.blogspot.com/2008/10/rhode-island.html' title='Rhode Island~~~'/><author><name>Fischer's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12690414048558526049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_msiiHoqSHbs/STl_6xyMAnI/AAAAAAAAAJI/63B2TLYv_FU/S220/DSCF0693.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9076314438654549871.post-4258453560829427650</id><published>2008-10-15T11:07:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T11:10:42.681-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We are "officially" on vacation...hot &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;diggety&lt;/span&gt; dang!! We are waiting at the New Jersey airport and Nate has stolen the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;IPOD&lt;/span&gt; and is reading a book at the same time. I could never ever do that. I would never be able to concentrate.  We have about an hour left of our layover and then off to Providence.  My free hour of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Internet&lt;/span&gt; access is about to end now. PROVIDENCE, WOO WOO!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9076314438654549871-4258453560829427650?l=natemelfischer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natemelfischer.blogspot.com/feeds/4258453560829427650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9076314438654549871&amp;postID=4258453560829427650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9076314438654549871/posts/default/4258453560829427650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9076314438654549871/posts/default/4258453560829427650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natemelfischer.blogspot.com/2008/10/we-are-officially-on-vacation.html' title=''/><author><name>Fischer's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12690414048558526049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_msiiHoqSHbs/STl_6xyMAnI/AAAAAAAAAJI/63B2TLYv_FU/S220/DSCF0693.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9076314438654549871.post-5014310197102334452</id><published>2008-10-14T12:56:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T13:07:52.154-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_msiiHoqSHbs/SPTePWy5_II/AAAAAAAAAHU/CzXFyDdzNVU/s1600-h/kids.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257071020446710914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_msiiHoqSHbs/SPTePWy5_II/AAAAAAAAAHU/CzXFyDdzNVU/s400/kids.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_msiiHoqSHbs/SPTeP2q6FmI/AAAAAAAAAHc/nFChl7azKu4/s1600-h/colepumpkin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257071029003097698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_msiiHoqSHbs/SPTeP2q6FmI/AAAAAAAAAHc/nFChl7azKu4/s400/colepumpkin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_msiiHoqSHbs/SPTeQOk2MrI/AAAAAAAAAHk/sFA3Q1LsDPE/s1600-h/kendallj.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257071035420127922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_msiiHoqSHbs/SPTeQOk2MrI/AAAAAAAAAHk/sFA3Q1LsDPE/s400/kendallj.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;CJ&lt;/span&gt; had a school performance and it was funny. All the third graders sang songs about the fall and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Halloween&lt;/span&gt;, so she was dressed up as a waitress. Thankfully one of her friends Mom's called me and asked if I needed a costume for her..&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;umm&lt;/span&gt; yes.. cause it was Sunday night and the performance was Monday and I still hadn't even thought about it. At school Cole showed me his pumpkin drawing displayed on one of the walls and the last picture is of Miss Kendall earlier in the day. She was having major, major sad face over the fact that she could NOT have cookie dough as a snack because she didn't finish her lunch that day.... motivated by junk food. Straight through the DNA.&lt;br /&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/9076314438654549871-5014310197102334452?l=natemelfischer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natemelfischer.blogspot.com/feeds/5014310197102334452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9076314438654549871&amp;postID=5014310197102334452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9076314438654549871/posts/default/5014310197102334452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9076314438654549871/posts/default/5014310197102334452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natemelfischer.blogspot.com/2008/10/last-night-cj-had-school-performance.html' title=''/><author><name>Fischer's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12690414048558526049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_msiiHoqSHbs/STl_6xyMAnI/AAAAAAAAAJI/63B2TLYv_FU/S220/DSCF0693.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_msiiHoqSHbs/SPTePWy5_II/AAAAAAAAAHU/CzXFyDdzNVU/s72-c/kids.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9076314438654549871.post-220394356957140534</id><published>2008-10-13T13:59:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T14:06:50.830-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My girls</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_msiiHoqSHbs/SPObYgMVg4I/AAAAAAAAAHE/8acf_1clJWk/s1600-h/girls2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256716035332342658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_msiiHoqSHbs/SPObYgMVg4I/AAAAAAAAAHE/8acf_1clJWk/s400/girls2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_msiiHoqSHbs/SPObZJMFo7I/AAAAAAAAAHM/HK8OueI1nxg/s1600-h/girls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256716046337156018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_msiiHoqSHbs/SPObZJMFo7I/AAAAAAAAAHM/HK8OueI1nxg/s400/girls.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kendall has been sick for a few days and she really wasn't feeling good on Saturday morning. We gave her Motrin and I told her she should probably skip her game. She was REALLY not happy about that and said she would be SO FINE MAMA!  So after talking to her Dad and then Dad talking to me about it, we decided since she was going to be out all day at the other kids games she might as well play.  CJ was feeling bad for her and decided to sit by her and give her back massages when she came to take breaks. I thought it was very sweet and I was happy I took my camera..these kind of moments with the girls don't happen all that often!!&lt;br /&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/9076314438654549871-220394356957140534?l=natemelfischer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natemelfischer.blogspot.com/feeds/220394356957140534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9076314438654549871&amp;postID=220394356957140534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9076314438654549871/posts/default/220394356957140534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9076314438654549871/posts/default/220394356957140534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natemelfischer.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-girls.html' title='My girls'/><author><name>Fischer's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12690414048558526049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_msiiHoqSHbs/STl_6xyMAnI/AAAAAAAAAJI/63B2TLYv_FU/S220/DSCF0693.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_msiiHoqSHbs/SPObYgMVg4I/AAAAAAAAAHE/8acf_1clJWk/s72-c/girls2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9076314438654549871.post-8350283261075988404</id><published>2008-10-13T13:55:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T13:59:19.780-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall my favorite</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_msiiHoqSHbs/SPOZ6a-JvZI/AAAAAAAAAG8/l4gLrcyZmsU/s1600-h/155829.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256714419022970258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_msiiHoqSHbs/SPOZ6a-JvZI/AAAAAAAAAG8/l4gLrcyZmsU/s400/155829.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Cole's football game on Saturday the girls were playing back here, collecting leaves and other pretty things that had fallen.. Just a couple weeks and the leaves will all be changed and falling...I love it...my most favorite time of year.&lt;br /&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/9076314438654549871-8350283261075988404?l=natemelfischer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natemelfischer.blogspot.com/feeds/8350283261075988404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9076314438654549871&amp;postID=8350283261075988404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9076314438654549871/posts/default/8350283261075988404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9076314438654549871/posts/default/8350283261075988404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natemelfischer.blogspot.com/2008/10/fall-my-favorite.html' title='Fall my favorite'/><author><name>Fischer's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12690414048558526049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_msiiHoqSHbs/STl_6xyMAnI/AAAAAAAAAJI/63B2TLYv_FU/S220/DSCF0693.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_msiiHoqSHbs/SPOZ6a-JvZI/AAAAAAAAAG8/l4gLrcyZmsU/s72-c/155829.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9076314438654549871.post-1624497162379703949</id><published>2008-10-10T16:57:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T17:02:24.485-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My new lovies</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_msiiHoqSHbs/SO_P4PwKpLI/AAAAAAAAAG0/QaoZap-Oe_0/s1600-h/shoes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255647855372838066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_msiiHoqSHbs/SO_P4PwKpLI/AAAAAAAAAG0/QaoZap-Oe_0/s400/shoes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I LOVE MY NEW SHOES! The last time I bought running shoes or tennis shoes whatever they are officially called was honestly about 7-8 years ago &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;at least&lt;/span&gt;! If I need them for something I would just steal a pair of my Mom's 7 1/2 size ones and squeeze my extra large foot into it until I could use them. Cole and I were at the shoe store and I fell in LOVE with them for some reason and tried them on and they were so comfortable I have been wearing them everyday for almost two weeks. Yes I can obsess and overkill everything.  At the shoe store Cole was trying to find me shoes and he kept bringing me some that weren't my size and they were very ugly. This woman probably in her 60's was laughing at us go back and forth. She then says, " wow SHE is really &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;adamant&lt;/span&gt; on finding you some great shoes!" &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Umm&lt;/span&gt;...did she just say, she??? I think she did and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Colina&lt;/span&gt; and I had a good laugh about that..&lt;br /&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/9076314438654549871-1624497162379703949?l=natemelfischer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natemelfischer.blogspot.com/feeds/1624497162379703949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9076314438654549871&amp;postID=1624497162379703949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9076314438654549871/posts/default/1624497162379703949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9076314438654549871/posts/default/1624497162379703949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natemelfischer.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-new-lovies.html' title='My new lovies'/><author><name>Fischer's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12690414048558526049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_msiiHoqSHbs/STl_6xyMAnI/AAAAAAAAAJI/63B2TLYv_FU/S220/DSCF0693.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_msiiHoqSHbs/SO_P4PwKpLI/AAAAAAAAAG0/QaoZap-Oe_0/s72-c/shoes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9076314438654549871.post-6682275179524674906</id><published>2008-10-09T17:52:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T17:57:50.702-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I graduated~</title><content type='html'>This afternoon was my last session for my volunteer training course. I am officially a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;MOCSA&lt;/span&gt; volunteer and I am going to start doing hospital runs in November. Thought that would give me time to go on vacation and go over all the reading and notes I took so that I could feel more prepared. Although I don't know how prepared you can be for this until you go through it. I am a victim advocate and they signed me up to help in the education training too.  To volunteer in doing sessions in schools with kids.  Education sessions not counseling. So maybe I'll do that too. I am really happy to be done with training and to be on to the next part of this journey. May the Lord be at my side, in my heart, in my head and the one taking care of the victims I meet...phew&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9076314438654549871-6682275179524674906?l=natemelfischer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natemelfischer.blogspot.com/feeds/6682275179524674906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9076314438654549871&amp;postID=6682275179524674906' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9076314438654549871/posts/default/6682275179524674906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9076314438654549871/posts/default/6682275179524674906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natemelfischer.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-graduated.html' title='I graduated~'/><author><name>Fischer's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12690414048558526049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_msiiHoqSHbs/STl_6xyMAnI/AAAAAAAAAJI/63B2TLYv_FU/S220/DSCF0693.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9076314438654549871.post-8304601761014308491</id><published>2008-10-07T10:59:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T11:08:12.029-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Still sick</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_msiiHoqSHbs/SOuI10iIpvI/AAAAAAAAAGc/BVsBnaERhMo/s1600-h/kendallpose.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254443848474076914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_msiiHoqSHbs/SOuI10iIpvI/AAAAAAAAAGc/BVsBnaERhMo/s320/kendallpose.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_msiiHoqSHbs/SOuI19x9wvI/AAAAAAAAAGk/Bm7xfIotSZo/s1600-h/cjdad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254443850956391154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_msiiHoqSHbs/SOuI19x9wvI/AAAAAAAAAGk/Bm7xfIotSZo/s320/cjdad.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_msiiHoqSHbs/SOuI2K7KXdI/AAAAAAAAAGs/gA0Knc8UjJA/s1600-h/coleipod.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254443854484626898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_msiiHoqSHbs/SOuI2K7KXdI/AAAAAAAAAGs/gA0Knc8UjJA/s320/coleipod.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_msiiHoqSHbs/SOuID0f3TRI/AAAAAAAAAGU/hyEvJWO2VlY/s1600-h/kendallpose2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cole has been home the last two days sick. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Booo&lt;/span&gt;...He has been in the bathroom about every half hour. I have been taking lots of pictures and trying to figure out all the settings, which is annoying me.  Kendall is all about the pictures so I have lots of her. The rest of the family is suffering through the torture. Cole will make really ugly faces just as I click so I've had to be fast on that.  &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/9076314438654549871-8304601761014308491?l=natemelfischer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natemelfischer.blogspot.com/feeds/8304601761014308491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9076314438654549871&amp;postID=8304601761014308491' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9076314438654549871/posts/default/8304601761014308491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9076314438654549871/posts/default/8304601761014308491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natemelfischer.blogspot.com/2008/10/still-sick.html' title='Still sick'/><author><name>Fischer's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12690414048558526049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_msiiHoqSHbs/STl_6xyMAnI/AAAAAAAAAJI/63B2TLYv_FU/S220/DSCF0693.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_msiiHoqSHbs/SOuI10iIpvI/AAAAAAAAAGc/BVsBnaERhMo/s72-c/kendallpose.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9076314438654549871.post-2846074009860429686</id><published>2008-10-05T15:34:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T15:43:18.989-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sickness has taken over</title><content type='html'>These last two weeks everyone in our house has been sick. This week Nate got it so bad and is still trying to have it be done. Cole and CJ are almost over it and Kendall and I only had it a little bit.  Even poor Bosley has been having more seizures. My old camera had been giving me trouble for a while so I decided to go get a new one. I have no idea about technology and anything that speaks in terms of optical zoom and SD cards and mega pixels...I went online and have been looking on epinions for a camera which was a good idea. I was going to buy another camera which was $250 more than the one I ended up buying. But epinions swayed me away to the cheaper one and so today I have been playing. The kids are already over the torture. Bosley is being a good model and Nate refuses to give in to my annoyingness...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9076314438654549871-2846074009860429686?l=natemelfischer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natemelfischer.blogspot.com/feeds/2846074009860429686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9076314438654549871&amp;postID=2846074009860429686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9076314438654549871/posts/default/2846074009860429686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9076314438654549871/posts/default/2846074009860429686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natemelfischer.blogspot.com/2008/10/sickness-has-taken-over.html' title='Sickness has taken over'/><author><name>Fischer's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12690414048558526049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_msiiHoqSHbs/STl_6xyMAnI/AAAAAAAAAJI/63B2TLYv_FU/S220/DSCF0693.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9076314438654549871.post-4543070409057435302</id><published>2008-10-01T17:21:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T18:20:34.908-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacation, WOO!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_msiiHoqSHbs/SOP7zDkd-YI/AAAAAAAAAE8/VwK_iBUU0KM/s1600-h/dolce+villa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252318444994296194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_msiiHoqSHbs/SOP7zDkd-YI/AAAAAAAAAE8/VwK_iBUU0KM/s400/dolce+villa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_msiiHoqSHbs/SOP7zHfB_aI/AAAAAAAAAFE/ppwnv-a2W0I/s1600-h/gondola+ride.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252318446045232546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_msiiHoqSHbs/SOP7zHfB_aI/AAAAAAAAAFE/ppwnv-a2W0I/s400/gondola+ride.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_msiiHoqSHbs/SOP7zXy8B3I/AAAAAAAAAFM/xGhf6afOuz8/s1600-h/newport+RI.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252318450423695218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_msiiHoqSHbs/SOP7zXy8B3I/AAAAAAAAAFM/xGhf6afOuz8/s400/newport+RI.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_msiiHoqSHbs/SOP7zRSHPEI/AAAAAAAAAFU/FIMi1mkQ2oI/s1600-h/rhode+island2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252318448675404866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_msiiHoqSHbs/SOP7zRSHPEI/AAAAAAAAAFU/FIMi1mkQ2oI/s400/rhode+island2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_msiiHoqSHbs/SOP4Pn0czxI/AAAAAAAAAEc/iJ_N-ArQxtA/s1600-h/dolce+villa.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_msiiHoqSHbs/SOP4QJWlcYI/AAAAAAAAAEk/Vdlsi077uTc/s1600-h/gondola+ride.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_msiiHoqSHbs/SOP4Qht-Y9I/AAAAAAAAAEs/W11axdHe3Ts/s1600-h/newport+RI.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_msiiHoqSHbs/SOP4Qw46_ZI/AAAAAAAAAE0/y7dIucGE8GM/s1600-h/rhode+island2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh man I am so excited!! Nate and I are going to Rhode Island in two weeks.. We were going to go to Florida for a week this September for his work conference but since that was cancelled we decided just to shift that money and still try to go do something fun. Nate has never been to the east coast and last time I was there I was in Jr. High I think, so it'll be something totally new, since we usually just want to go to Hawaii. The first picture is of the Hotel we'll be staying at called the Dolce Villa and it's in what's called "little italy" in providence. Then there's the picture of the place you get to take 40 min gondola rides with wine and cheese that I will be forcing Nate to go on. Especially since he is taking me into Boston to partake of the Sam Adams beer tour. The other pics are of Places in Rhode Island that came up when I googled... Rhode Island. Woo, I am seriously looking forward to this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/9076314438654549871-4543070409057435302?l=natemelfischer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natemelfischer.blogspot.com/feeds/4543070409057435302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9076314438654549871&amp;postID=4543070409057435302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9076314438654549871/posts/default/4543070409057435302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9076314438654549871/posts/default/4543070409057435302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natemelfischer.blogspot.com/2008/10/vacation-woo.html' title='Vacation, WOO!'/><author><name>Fischer's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12690414048558526049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_msiiHoqSHbs/STl_6xyMAnI/AAAAAAAAAJI/63B2TLYv_FU/S220/DSCF0693.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_msiiHoqSHbs/SOP7zDkd-YI/AAAAAAAAAE8/VwK_iBUU0KM/s72-c/dolce+villa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9076314438654549871.post-4565271411747358454</id><published>2008-09-28T20:58:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T21:11:38.704-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend wrap up...</title><content type='html'>This weekend was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;nutz&lt;/span&gt; but this is just normal life for people with quite a few children unable to drive themselves anywhere. Saturday we ran around from field to field and from soccer to football. This Saturday Kendall played her game and felt sick and so I was going to go to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Walmart&lt;/span&gt; to get an umbrella(we were heading to Cole's football game and it was 83 which for late Sept was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;smokin&lt;/span&gt; hot!) when before we hit the doors Miss Kendall tells me she is going to puke and then there it was all over the parking lot.  But I was so happy it wasn't in my car. This was a paper work weekend for me so I was trying to fit that in..Sat night I was puking out of the car on the freeway so elegantly... Today I worked from 10:00am until 8:00pm finishing paperwork. Nate was a champ taking the kids to church and to the movies so they could be AWAY. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;CJ&lt;/span&gt; went to her friends and they decided to play tackle football the whole time. Three girls with a football tackling &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;each other&lt;/span&gt; hard for fun? Her feet have sores and blood on them.  Nate cooked some brats and we finished off tonight eating those and watching &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;DVR'd&lt;/span&gt; survivor with gooey brownies. I am going to bed early and getting ready to get some things accomplished this week that I put off the last few weeks for dumb Heroes..well it's not dumb actually it's magical and it comes on tomorrow night...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;WOOOO&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9076314438654549871-4565271411747358454?l=natemelfischer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natemelfischer.blogspot.com/feeds/4565271411747358454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9076314438654549871&amp;postID=4565271411747358454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9076314438654549871/posts/default/4565271411747358454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9076314438654549871/posts/default/4565271411747358454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natemelfischer.blogspot.com/2008/09/weekend-wrap-up.html' title='Weekend wrap up...'/><author><name>Fischer's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12690414048558526049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_msiiHoqSHbs/STl_6xyMAnI/AAAAAAAAAJI/63B2TLYv_FU/S220/DSCF0693.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9076314438654549871.post-5825022618297260892</id><published>2008-09-25T17:38:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T17:54:59.401-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Kendall and a little John 3:16</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-76cb377d09f4f982" 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;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v16.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D76cb377d09f4f982%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331918817%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7E056EAEB2F656AF24F88FBE67E766FDBCFB1812.2CCB83B3AF6C243D120829987EF8221253EA18BF%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D76cb377d09f4f982%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D-yO5SAc7LisxVE6DK_F0W4-qJvA&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v16.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D76cb377d09f4f982%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331918817%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7E056EAEB2F656AF24F88FBE67E766FDBCFB1812.2CCB83B3AF6C243D120829987EF8221253EA18BF%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D76cb377d09f4f982%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D-yO5SAc7LisxVE6DK_F0W4-qJvA&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sorry it's sideways! I don't know how to fix that..other than turning my head crooked to see it. She was getting ready to go to Awana last night to say her verse and I heard her singing it and I had to get a little of it on video!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We are finally caught up with Heroes and I am so TIRED. I've been having dreams of me having superpowers it's quite ridiculous. I will be glad to sleep again.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And PS: for those of you who've known Kendall as being Kendal her entire life and you noticed I tacked another L on the name lately here's the explanation. When she was born I put on her birth certificate with two LL's and then I had it amended the next month to one L.. Her birth certificate still has two but she can use one. Anyway, when I registered her for school I had to use two LL's because I of course had lost the amendment and needed to order another. Kendall thought it was so cool she had two LL's on her papers because it makes her have more letters and more letters is cool. So she asked to switch and has been using it at school. So Kendall it is...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9076314438654549871-5825022618297260892?l=natemelfischer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=76cb377d09f4f982&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natemelfischer.blogspot.com/feeds/5825022618297260892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9076314438654549871&amp;postID=5825022618297260892' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9076314438654549871/posts/default/5825022618297260892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9076314438654549871/posts/default/5825022618297260892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natemelfischer.blogspot.com/2008/09/kendall-and-little-john-316.html' title='Kendall and a little John 3:16'/><author><name>Fischer's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12690414048558526049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_msiiHoqSHbs/STl_6xyMAnI/AAAAAAAAAJI/63B2TLYv_FU/S220/DSCF0693.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9076314438654549871.post-7068237350874132213</id><published>2008-09-23T18:43:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T18:46:51.316-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Obsessing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_msiiHoqSHbs/SNl_Vcu78XI/AAAAAAAAAEU/46K7RDtk4UY/s1600-h/heroes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249366847144063346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_msiiHoqSHbs/SNl_Vcu78XI/AAAAAAAAAEU/46K7RDtk4UY/s400/heroes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ya'll&lt;/span&gt; it's bad.. Nate and I heard this show was good and so we decided to check it out and have been stuck in front of the TV for days and days...we finished season 1 tonight and are immediately starting season 2 tonight too!!! Season three started yesterday so we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;DVR'd&lt;/span&gt; that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;biznizz&lt;/span&gt;..it's so out of control and we have NO CONTROL!!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;AHHHHHHHHHH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/9076314438654549871-7068237350874132213?l=natemelfischer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natemelfischer.blogspot.com/feeds/7068237350874132213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9076314438654549871&amp;postID=7068237350874132213' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9076314438654549871/posts/default/7068237350874132213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9076314438654549871/posts/default/7068237350874132213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natemelfischer.blogspot.com/2008/09/obsessing.html' title='Obsessing'/><author><name>Fischer's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12690414048558526049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_msiiHoqSHbs/STl_6xyMAnI/AAAAAAAAAJI/63B2TLYv_FU/S220/DSCF0693.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_msiiHoqSHbs/SNl_Vcu78XI/AAAAAAAAAEU/46K7RDtk4UY/s72-c/heroes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9076314438654549871.post-4327224359127368515</id><published>2008-09-17T07:19:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T07:29:44.782-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Six~~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_msiiHoqSHbs/SND2Pt3V6DI/AAAAAAAAAEM/AQbwax7NQrw/s1600-h/Kendall3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246964315756816434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_msiiHoqSHbs/SND2Pt3V6DI/AAAAAAAAAEM/AQbwax7NQrw/s400/Kendall3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_msiiHoqSHbs/SND2G8H5qzI/AAAAAAAAAEE/aZQmV6IDm5I/s1600-h/Kendall4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246964164965542706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_msiiHoqSHbs/SND2G8H5qzI/AAAAAAAAAEE/aZQmV6IDm5I/s400/Kendall4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_msiiHoqSHbs/SND1-MKF67I/AAAAAAAAAD8/5JW1BB3NaUE/s1600-h/Kendall1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246964014650878898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_msiiHoqSHbs/SND1-MKF67I/AAAAAAAAAD8/5JW1BB3NaUE/s400/Kendall1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe she's 6 years old today...She has brought an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;immeasurable&lt;/span&gt; amount of joy into our lives. She is so full of life and love. She feels so much. My little baby, Kendall &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Jace&lt;/span&gt; brought into this world sick and weak and God chose to heal her for His glory and I pray that she will be a testimony to that her whole life. Just as He made a promise when I named her(&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;JACE&lt;/span&gt;-means healing/healed/healer)without us even knowing what it meant. I pray that her life shows His promise.  She spends her days singing almost every second of the day and makes up songs for God and they are so sweet and I can't help to think how much God enjoys them.... Happy Birthday to my sweet, sweet..... brownie, cookie dough, frosting, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;chocolate&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Cinnamon&lt;/span&gt; roll eating baby of my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/9076314438654549871-4327224359127368515?l=natemelfischer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natemelfischer.blogspot.com/feeds/4327224359127368515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9076314438654549871&amp;postID=4327224359127368515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9076314438654549871/posts/default/4327224359127368515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9076314438654549871/posts/default/4327224359127368515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natemelfischer.blogspot.com/2008/09/im-six.html' title='I&apos;m Six~~'/><author><name>Fischer's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12690414048558526049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_msiiHoqSHbs/STl_6xyMAnI/AAAAAAAAAJI/63B2TLYv_FU/S220/DSCF0693.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_msiiHoqSHbs/SND2Pt3V6DI/AAAAAAAAAEM/AQbwax7NQrw/s72-c/Kendall3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9076314438654549871.post-1195127943850328342</id><published>2008-09-15T22:45:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T22:52:32.927-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I am soooo tired!</title><content type='html'>Tonight's class was so technical...we had law enforcement come to class and a prosecutor and I didn't know that my brain could hurt like this from information.  I went to one of the hospitals that I'll be volunteering for tonight. It was straight up downtown KC and the SANE(sexual assault nurse examiner) nurse was telling us to be prepared for everything and anything. They have a lot of prostitutes, drug users and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;alcohol&lt;/span&gt; related assaults at this one. Oh my gosh, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ya'll&lt;/span&gt;... I have not been able to shut my brain off..It's taken over my dreams it's that BAD!! I need a vacation from this brain at the moment..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9076314438654549871-1195127943850328342?l=natemelfischer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natemelfischer.blogspot.com/feeds/1195127943850328342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9076314438654549871&amp;postID=1195127943850328342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9076314438654549871/posts/default/1195127943850328342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9076314438654549871/posts/default/1195127943850328342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natemelfischer.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-am-soooo-tired.html' title='I am soooo tired!'/><author><name>Fischer's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12690414048558526049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_msiiHoqSHbs/STl_6xyMAnI/AAAAAAAAAJI/63B2TLYv_FU/S220/DSCF0693.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9076314438654549871.post-4609749460634833240</id><published>2008-09-14T17:31:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T17:47:37.577-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I choose Jesus</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_msiiHoqSHbs/SM2RJ3eV6pI/AAAAAAAAADs/NvbUexxg3tg/s1600-h/Sept+2008+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246008739652561554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_msiiHoqSHbs/SM2RJ3eV6pI/AAAAAAAAADs/NvbUexxg3tg/s320/Sept+2008+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Unfortunately my camera wasn't having any love for the low lights on the stage for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;CJ's&lt;/span&gt; baptism. They all came out dark and yuck.  Many of you will be surprised that I had a back up plan and brought the video camera.. Seriously, I KNOW!! Last night &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;CJ&lt;/span&gt; and I were talking and reading and praying about today and she was so nervous. You have to give a statement of faith and she was wanting to practice what she would say. It was pretty cute and funny the things she was coming up with. Well she settled on something she felt comfortable with and she was going to say that she Loves God and she chooses Jesus because he loved her enough to die for her and take away her yucky sins... well this morning she woke up and said she could barely sleep all night nervous that she had to talk.. At church during the baptism there were also two other kids getting baptized. Pastor asked both of them for their statement of faith..when it got to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;CJ&lt;/span&gt; he asked her if she believed Jesus died for her and and she said yes! That was it, into the baptismal and down you go in the name of the Father, Son and Holy Spirit! After she was relieved and happy not to have to be nervous about what to say. Then  she wanted to go to Chili's to get her some RIBS ...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;mmmmmmmmmm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/9076314438654549871-4609749460634833240?l=natemelfischer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natemelfischer.blogspot.com/feeds/4609749460634833240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9076314438654549871&amp;postID=4609749460634833240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9076314438654549871/posts/default/4609749460634833240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9076314438654549871/posts/default/4609749460634833240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natemelfischer.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-choose-jesus.html' title='I choose Jesus'/><author><name>Fischer's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12690414048558526049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_msiiHoqSHbs/STl_6xyMAnI/AAAAAAAAAJI/63B2TLYv_FU/S220/DSCF0693.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_msiiHoqSHbs/SM2RJ3eV6pI/AAAAAAAAADs/NvbUexxg3tg/s72-c/Sept+2008+017.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9076314438654549871.post-3375571298758184036</id><published>2008-09-13T20:54:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T21:09:54.655-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Emotionally and Mentally BLOWING UP!</title><content type='html'>These training classes are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;takin&lt;/span&gt;' it to me...I can't imagine all the things coming the next week. So far we've covered...sexual assault on both gender's and children, human &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;trafficking&lt;/span&gt;,suicide, Deaf culture, Lesbian-gay-bi-transgender victims, Victims with disabilities-mental and physical, non &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;English&lt;/span&gt; speaking victims &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;and Drug&lt;/span&gt; facilitated rape and I am  totally sure I am even leaving out more. My brain is on OVERLOAD and emotionally I have been through a pretty amazing cleansing. This has been the most exciting week. I am so proud to be volunteering for this organization. They are 100% focused on victims and giving them all the needed resources to help them survive and to eventually thrive. I am so impressed... We had survivors come and share their stories a few nights ago and I was so honored to be able to hear them.  They are so brave and so worthy of God's love and affection and special attention.  Programs like these help victims to matter and to receive the tools to be empowered in their lives.  I am so thankful to be able to share in all this and so totally nervous out of my mind that I will say the wrong things or do the wrong things. I am going to be a hospital advocate which means when someone comes into the hospital after being assaulted the hospital will call me(if I am on call that day/night) and I will be there with the victim to walk through the process with them. Doing whatever I can to help them feel safe.  I need a Jesus heart like never before...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9076314438654549871-3375571298758184036?l=natemelfischer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natemelfischer.blogspot.com/feeds/3375571298758184036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9076314438654549871&amp;postID=3375571298758184036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9076314438654549871/posts/default/3375571298758184036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9076314438654549871/posts/default/3375571298758184036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natemelfischer.blogspot.com/2008/09/emotionally-and-mentally-blowing-up.html' title='Emotionally and Mentally BLOWING UP!'/><author><name>Fischer's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12690414048558526049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_msiiHoqSHbs/STl_6xyMAnI/AAAAAAAAAJI/63B2TLYv_FU/S220/DSCF0693.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9076314438654549871.post-7454750855339733672</id><published>2008-09-10T13:09:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T13:26:29.699-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Baptism</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_msiiHoqSHbs/SMgNbn_jKTI/AAAAAAAAADk/uO6Wrz1cafM/s1600-h/baptism.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244456534316099890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_msiiHoqSHbs/SMgNbn_jKTI/AAAAAAAAADk/uO6Wrz1cafM/s400/baptism.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cole and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;CJ&lt;/span&gt; have both expressed that they want to be baptized. The weird thing is...Cole has wanted to be baptized for almost 2 years now. Whenever they talk about baptism at church they say to write on these cards stating you want to be baptized and they will call you and set you up for the next baptism. We have them about 2- 3 times a year... well we have never, not once been called and every time they announce it, I fill out a card for Cole and we never get called. Then we get to church not knowing it was a baptism day and Cole is so desperate he wants to go up in his regular clothes right away. We then sign the card again and no call... This has been going for Cole the last two years...very weird. We both usually have it slip our minds after we fill out the card, knowing the next baptism is 5-6 months away. It was announced that we have a baptism coming up the 14&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th of September, so&lt;/span&gt; I asked both Cole and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;CJ&lt;/span&gt; if they'd like to be baptized then. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;CJ&lt;/span&gt; is ready and will be baptized! Cole told me that he didn't want to... I said, why? He said that he wants to get baptized in the Indian Ocean on his 11&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; birthday...what better birthday present is there, he says?? He then said, maybe God kept having them lose the cards so he could have that moment to be baptized.... wow wow wow!!! What an experience that will be. We'll be praying and talking to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;CJ&lt;/span&gt; every night until her baptism....I am so excited for her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9076314438654549871-7454750855339733672?l=natemelfischer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natemelfischer.blogspot.com/feeds/7454750855339733672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9076314438654549871&amp;postID=7454750855339733672' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9076314438654549871/posts/default/7454750855339733672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9076314438654549871/posts/default/7454750855339733672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natemelfischer.blogspot.com/2008/09/baptism.html' title='Baptism'/><author><name>Fischer's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12690414048558526049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_msiiHoqSHbs/STl_6xyMAnI/AAAAAAAAAJI/63B2TLYv_FU/S220/DSCF0693.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_msiiHoqSHbs/SMgNbn_jKTI/AAAAAAAAADk/uO6Wrz1cafM/s72-c/baptism.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9076314438654549871.post-6094405155625541055</id><published>2008-09-10T10:32:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T10:40:56.740-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Victory!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_msiiHoqSHbs/SMfongYGPBI/AAAAAAAAADc/NrBva5pob-c/s1600-h/victory.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244416056499780626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_msiiHoqSHbs/SMfongYGPBI/AAAAAAAAADc/NrBva5pob-c/s320/victory.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The world breaks everyone and afterwards many are strong at the broken places.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ernest Hemingway 1899&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&gt;I am overwhelmed by the strength and courage of people. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9076314438654549871-6094405155625541055?l=natemelfischer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natemelfischer.blogspot.com/feeds/6094405155625541055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9076314438654549871&amp;postID=6094405155625541055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9076314438654549871/posts/default/6094405155625541055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9076314438654549871/posts/default/6094405155625541055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natemelfischer.blogspot.com/2008/09/victory.html' title='Victory!!'/><author><name>Fischer's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12690414048558526049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_msiiHoqSHbs/STl_6xyMAnI/AAAAAAAAAJI/63B2TLYv_FU/S220/DSCF0693.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_msiiHoqSHbs/SMfongYGPBI/AAAAAAAAADc/NrBva5pob-c/s72-c/victory.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9076314438654549871.post-2717571949119773856</id><published>2008-09-09T09:45:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T21:45:34.567-05:00</updated><title type='text'>MOCSA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_msiiHoqSHbs/SMaMTli9OOI/AAAAAAAAADU/MvpZTe3zldI/s1600-h/banleft.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244033084243654882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_msiiHoqSHbs/SMaMTli9OOI/AAAAAAAAADU/MvpZTe3zldI/s320/banleft.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I started my training classes to be a volunteer last night for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;MOCSA &lt;/span&gt;which stands for, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Metropolitan&lt;/span&gt; Organization to Counter Sexual Assault. I'll be going the next two weeks downtown KC for the training. Last night I was there 4 hours and the information already is hard to hear. The statistics at which women, children and men are being assaulted are so outrageous. And these are the cases just being reported..We watched a video where they talked to/counseled a child who had been assaulted and I had to dig deep to not lose it. They don't hold back and the information we are receiving is the real deal!! It was good and it opened my eyes to a lot I hadn't thought of before. They asked if we thought we were living in a Rape culture... hmmm... And are comments like raising boys telling them they throw like girls if they throw bad.... Harmful? Some of the volunteers thought not...some thought it was harmful to women as a whole making us appear weak. It was such an interesting night hearing just 9 of us and all of our different opinions. I am excited to be going through this and so thankful there are places &lt;div&gt;like this... people helping people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9076314438654549871-2717571949119773856?l=natemelfischer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natemelfischer.blogspot.com/feeds/2717571949119773856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9076314438654549871&amp;postID=2717571949119773856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9076314438654549871/posts/default/2717571949119773856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9076314438654549871/posts/default/2717571949119773856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natemelfischer.blogspot.com/2008/09/mosca.html' title='MOCSA'/><author><name>Fischer's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12690414048558526049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_msiiHoqSHbs/STl_6xyMAnI/AAAAAAAAAJI/63B2TLYv_FU/S220/DSCF0693.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_msiiHoqSHbs/SMaMTli9OOI/AAAAAAAAADU/MvpZTe3zldI/s72-c/banleft.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9076314438654549871.post-840848105122643026</id><published>2008-09-08T11:40:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T11:54:28.455-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sad morning at the Fischer's</title><content type='html'>We stopped by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Petco&lt;/span&gt; on Saturday and well....we adopted a cat...I was seriously against this and told the husband and the children we were NOT getting a cat and we were just looking..Well, we went in and were looking at all the kitty's and everything was fine, until....I came across the back and saw the most BEAUTIFUL cat in the world!! He looked like a white tiger...light blue eyes with tiger stripes. He was perfect...as soon as I saw him it was all over, I was like a crazed person. Asking questions and asking to hold him and then I just looked at Nate and said..&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Umm&lt;/span&gt; we HAVE TO HAVE HIM!! Nate was very confused at what the heck was happening. This was very out of character for me. Well we took him home and after finding that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Bosley&lt;/span&gt; and the cat were friends.. Cole spent a little time with him.....about 10 minutes later my son had huge red welts all over his face.. his eyes were watering and nose was red and watering..sneezing and more sneezing followed.  Cole was allergic! We gave the cat a bath and tried again the next day..no luck. We had thought he had grown out of this allergy but we were wrong. Cole was saying we could keep the cat and he would just stay away and not play with him so the rest of the family could still enjoy him. The girls have been crying since yesterday and are trying to be brave. The girls are being nice to Cole and understand it's something he can't control....I was SAD too! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt; This cat was so chill and loves &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Bosley&lt;/span&gt; and was so affectionate and looking like a Tiger! So, only dogs for us!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9076314438654549871-840848105122643026?l=natemelfischer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natemelfischer.blogspot.com/feeds/840848105122643026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9076314438654549871&amp;postID=840848105122643026' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9076314438654549871/posts/default/840848105122643026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9076314438654549871/posts/default/840848105122643026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natemelfischer.blogspot.com/2008/09/sad-morning-at-fischers.html' title='Sad morning at the Fischer&apos;s'/><author><name>Fischer's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12690414048558526049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_msiiHoqSHbs/STl_6xyMAnI/AAAAAAAAAJI/63B2TLYv_FU/S220/DSCF0693.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9076314438654549871.post-7331976963085900040</id><published>2008-09-04T13:50:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T14:43:07.196-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged by Rachel M</title><content type='html'>The rules are:&lt;br /&gt;1. link to the person who tagged you&lt;br /&gt;2. mention the rules&lt;br /&gt;3. tell 6 unspectacular quirks of yours&lt;br /&gt;4. tag 6 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;bloggers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. leave a comment for each&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I am obsessed with popcorn...I try to eat it everyday and usually never in the same way. I put everything on my popcorn and that helps to ensure that no one else even tries to get a piece of it. I love melting chocolate chips in...cherry,white chocolate, butterscotch, every kind. I drench it in balsamic vinegar, I melt cheese in layers into it. I spray with butter and grind salt and fresh pepper into it. I mix herbs into it. I love it with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;MnM's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and peanuts. Parmesan cheese with olive oil, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ymmm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;..seriously there isn't anything I won't try on my popcorn. Plain popcorn is boring and I won't be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;havin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I can't remember anything..my memory is just about the worst thing I have seen of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;any one's&lt;/span&gt; memory. I can't remember any of my past already, so God has given me special friends with amazing memories to help remind me of things we did together and things about even my own children. I tried this year to help my memory by reading my one year bible and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;journaling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; it everyday so I can retain some of the bible into my memory..well that isn't working and my memory just is what it is..lame! Kendall has been a blessing because she has the best memory ever and never lets me forget things at the grocery store and for school. I'm sure she will have resentment and anger about this in her future and need some therapy..but it's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;workin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I can't drink hot drinks. It totally annoys me..I keep my coffee pot in the fridge and hot chocolate or hot tea needs to be iced down if they want to travel down this throat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I live in the land of Passion... Which means I'm either full to the top with love or full of rage..I don't seem to know how to manage the middle road very well. I married a very emotionally stable, middle kind of man which has helped me much. I'm not sure I've helped him much? I can be overwhelming with Love and then crazy like an insane raging &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;psychopath&lt;/span&gt;...Sometimes within minutes of eachother too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I think I know sign language when I am worshipping God alone...I don't actually know what I am signing and I am quite sure I'm not really signing anything but when it's just God and I, I can never sing and all I can do is move my hands and arms in weird wannabe signing moves and give that..yes..weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.I am directionally challenged..east, west, north, south, mean zero to my brain. I can't even follow turn right on Ward st. half the time.. I have gotten onto toll freeways, wrong streets, different cities and driving on one way streets the wrong way, multiple-multiple times. My husband is in fear when I have to go anywhere alone I've never been. He has taken over the job of my Father, who would always tell me which mall was in the direction I was suppose to go to help.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am tagging:::: Meg, Debbie,Holly and Casey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://meganbixler.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://meganbixler.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://eatingers.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://eatingers.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://activerain.com/jhgalligan"&gt;http://activerain.com/jhgalligan&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://oxygentothebrain.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://oxygentothebrain.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://raeleshe.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://raeleshe.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9076314438654549871-7331976963085900040?l=natemelfischer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natemelfischer.blogspot.com/feeds/7331976963085900040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9076314438654549871&amp;postID=7331976963085900040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9076314438654549871/posts/default/7331976963085900040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9076314438654549871/posts/default/7331976963085900040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natemelfischer.blogspot.com/2008/09/tagged-by-rachel-m.html' title='Tagged by Rachel M'/><author><name>Fischer's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12690414048558526049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_msiiHoqSHbs/STl_6xyMAnI/AAAAAAAAAJI/63B2TLYv_FU/S220/DSCF0693.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9076314438654549871.post-8196308610590158123</id><published>2008-09-03T13:07:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T13:18:32.540-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Here it is!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_msiiHoqSHbs/SL7Sn3JCXRI/AAAAAAAAADM/HoWJOeuonZY/s1600-h/Sept+2008+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241858598564420882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_msiiHoqSHbs/SL7Sn3JCXRI/AAAAAAAAADM/HoWJOeuonZY/s320/Sept+2008+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's how she's gonna roll this year....DANGER...This makes my husband the happiest man. He just keeps telling her you're name is AWESOME!!!!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This morning I witnessed something between my kids and I thought it was so cool. They are pretty good friends most of the time but they don't usually take the punishment for one another. Like if one is suppose to be punished they won't have a problem saying who it is that should rightfully be punished.. well this morning I made them all bagels and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;CJ&lt;/span&gt; was being a SNAIL! Talking and laughing and not eating. Usually I don't punish them for not eating, I just tell them it's their choice to starve and no snacks from my cabinet if they don't eat! Well I was feeling &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;feisty&lt;/span&gt; today and irritated at her whole bagel sitting there still. I told her she had 10 minutes to finish or there would be a punishment and I told her to go ahead and get a wooden spoon out and put it next to her plate.. well I don't usually punish with spankings anymore at all and the wooden spoon thing, I'm not too into.. But TODAY I was feeling it!! She got the spoon and I came back to the table and saw she only had a few bites left of one.. Wow, that was so great &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;CJ&lt;/span&gt; I tell her. I see Cole still has a whole half left. I get upset with him and say.. Cole, I'm sorry your the one who will have to get punished.. he says &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;... then I see &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;CJ&lt;/span&gt; look at him with sad eyes and I figure it out... I say, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;CJ&lt;/span&gt; did Cole take your other half? She says yes and he tells me.. I just didn't want her to have to get the beating... I just thought that was the coolest thing. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;CJ&lt;/span&gt; still got the spanking and I told Cole that it's not technically a BEATING and more like a spanking.. so he should probably not write a story about it at school or anything...well &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;at least&lt;/span&gt; using the word beating that is..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9076314438654549871-8196308610590158123?l=natemelfischer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natemelfischer.blogspot.com/feeds/8196308610590158123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9076314438654549871&amp;postID=8196308610590158123' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9076314438654549871/posts/default/8196308610590158123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9076314438654549871/posts/default/8196308610590158123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natemelfischer.blogspot.com/2008/09/here-it-is.html' title='Here it is!'/><author><name>Fischer's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12690414048558526049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_msiiHoqSHbs/STl_6xyMAnI/AAAAAAAAAJI/63B2TLYv_FU/S220/DSCF0693.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_msiiHoqSHbs/SL7Sn3JCXRI/AAAAAAAAADM/HoWJOeuonZY/s72-c/Sept+2008+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9076314438654549871.post-5743931416180984141</id><published>2008-09-02T10:00:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T10:11:25.148-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Date night</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_msiiHoqSHbs/SL1VOhtl1dI/AAAAAAAAADE/rlpnir6ldHQ/s1600-h/Sept+2008+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241439249385248210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_msiiHoqSHbs/SL1VOhtl1dI/AAAAAAAAADE/rlpnir6ldHQ/s320/Sept+2008+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the picnic Nate made for me last night for dinner...He told the kids to stay downstairs and we had a date! It was perfect and just what I needed and seriously so delicious.&lt;br /&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/9076314438654549871-5743931416180984141?l=natemelfischer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natemelfischer.blogspot.com/feeds/5743931416180984141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9076314438654549871&amp;postID=5743931416180984141' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9076314438654549871/posts/default/5743931416180984141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9076314438654549871/posts/default/5743931416180984141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natemelfischer.blogspot.com/2008/09/date-night.html' title='Date night'/><author><name>Fischer's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12690414048558526049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_msiiHoqSHbs/STl_6xyMAnI/AAAAAAAAAJI/63B2TLYv_FU/S220/DSCF0693.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_msiiHoqSHbs/SL1VOhtl1dI/AAAAAAAAADE/rlpnir6ldHQ/s72-c/Sept+2008+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9076314438654549871.post-242953328289457436</id><published>2008-08-31T14:47:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T15:05:48.679-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Believe~</title><content type='html'>I don't quite know what to think, I don't know what to pray, I just know that I should Believe. Believe, Believe, Believe... and I do.. I believe God is pure goodness. I believe God loves deeper and bigger than my brain can hold. I believe God is the same today as in the days of old. I believe He is who He has always said He is. I believe He is the comforter. I believe we can't know Love unless through Him. I believe we can not handle pain unless through Him. I confess that there is peace in laying down and holding my hands up and saying..I really can't do this, please take it..and I can thank Him for always, being.... I believe, I believe, I believe.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9076314438654549871-242953328289457436?l=natemelfischer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natemelfischer.blogspot.com/feeds/242953328289457436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9076314438654549871&amp;postID=242953328289457436' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9076314438654549871/posts/default/242953328289457436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9076314438654549871/posts/default/242953328289457436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natemelfischer.blogspot.com/2008/08/believe.html' title='Believe~'/><author><name>Fischer's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12690414048558526049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_msiiHoqSHbs/STl_6xyMAnI/AAAAAAAAAJI/63B2TLYv_FU/S220/DSCF0693.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9076314438654549871.post-538057872412504506</id><published>2008-08-28T19:59:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T21:21:20.315-05:00</updated><title type='text'>AFRICA!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_msiiHoqSHbs/SLddAr_ttNI/AAAAAAAAAC8/MPMOn33krrQ/s1600-h/pemba9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239758957860205778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_msiiHoqSHbs/SLddAr_ttNI/AAAAAAAAAC8/MPMOn33krrQ/s320/pemba9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well tonight I went online and just booked our flight to Africa!! I just can't believe we really get to go...We are going March 12-24&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;. We get to have an 11 hour layover in London and Cole and I are hoping we're allowed to leave the airport and cruise around London and be fancy and have tea. If we can't then we'll be fancy in the airport with Diet Coke... We are both so happy and I'll be sending out a letter next week with all the info!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mozambique we are coming for you....&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/9076314438654549871-538057872412504506?l=natemelfischer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natemelfischer.blogspot.com/feeds/538057872412504506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9076314438654549871&amp;postID=538057872412504506' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9076314438654549871/posts/default/538057872412504506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9076314438654549871/posts/default/538057872412504506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natemelfischer.blogspot.com/2008/08/africa.html' title='AFRICA!'/><author><name>Fischer's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12690414048558526049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_msiiHoqSHbs/STl_6xyMAnI/AAAAAAAAAJI/63B2TLYv_FU/S220/DSCF0693.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_msiiHoqSHbs/SLddAr_ttNI/AAAAAAAAAC8/MPMOn33krrQ/s72-c/pemba9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9076314438654549871.post-1492694249876228386</id><published>2008-08-27T09:33:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T09:47:46.868-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Danger!</title><content type='html'>Another week of school is going by and things are still pretty crazy..I've still not been able to be done with the dentists. Cole gets to go in today and he said he just might be feeling sick later in the afternoon and he just couldn't go to the dentist if he is so sick. I had to go to dreaded school &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;curriculum&lt;/span&gt; night last night. You have a half hour in each grade where they tell you that they are going to teach your children to read and do math and all the normal stuff they have to teach them..So, being there from 6-7:30 was so AWESOME! Especially when I sat by some parents in the 5&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; grade class and they asked if I was here for my brother...weird. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;CJ&lt;/span&gt; had soccer practice and when I got home I found out that this year they get to pick the names that go on the back of their jerseys. Usually it says &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;CJ&lt;/span&gt;....the other girls picked names like, their first name, skittles, M n M's, speedy..ect..ect.. and my daughter picked...Danger!!! She kills me!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I am going back to work at the preschool, I am going to be the Music teacher every Friday. I am excited about it and I think it'll be fun. I'll bring my guitar and hopefully the kids will like all the songs I make up about how preschool sucks.... Other than music class that is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9076314438654549871-1492694249876228386?l=natemelfischer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natemelfischer.blogspot.com/feeds/1492694249876228386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9076314438654549871&amp;postID=1492694249876228386' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9076314438654549871/posts/default/1492694249876228386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9076314438654549871/posts/default/1492694249876228386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natemelfischer.blogspot.com/2008/08/danger.html' title='Danger!'/><author><name>Fischer's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12690414048558526049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_msiiHoqSHbs/STl_6xyMAnI/AAAAAAAAAJI/63B2TLYv_FU/S220/DSCF0693.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9076314438654549871.post-7203125986290107121</id><published>2008-08-21T18:44:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T21:37:59.820-05:00</updated><title type='text'>This first week of school is MAD!</title><content type='html'>This back to school week has already been making me CRAZY and it's only been since TUESDAY!! I am back and forth to that dang school three times a day picking up and dropping off kids. I miss the bus something terrible... Every single night of the week we have practices too. And they are two hours each. We can't even get me started on what Saturday's with 4 events is going to look like..WOW, when the kids have official homework next week I really might take to the bottle. Or something more up my alley like entire gallons of ice cream for every meal. I took Cole and CJ to their well child visits yesterday and the unexpecting nurse and doctor were so confused in regards to my son and his jokey, mcjokester mouth. First the nurse weighed CJ and she finally hit the big 60 lbs even! She was so happy because she has been trying to out weigh her brother for a year. So they ask her how old she is and she smiles and says I'm 8! Then my son steps on the scale and he was trying to leave his shoes on when she caught him and made him remove them. He stepped on to his worst day yet...he only weighed 58 lbs. Then when the nurse asked him his age, he says... Uhh I'm 8 1/2.... She says ok great and writes it in.. I have to stop the woman and say he is kidding and she was just confused..lol Then when the doctor was asking him a million questions about school and what he eats and so on.. please know that I am DYING of embarrassment because every other thing that comes out of his mouth these days is a joke. The poor doctor is so confused.... I give the child death glare and mouth.. NO MORE JOKES! Come on!! The doctor asked him what grade he's in and He's saying this.. I just started at Lee's Summit West High School... So she writes it down.. UMM HELLO! I have to tell her, sorry he's in 5th grade... This year he has gotten ridiculously funny and smart funny and he makes me laugh all day.. Adults are not going to like him, I am trying to teach him to turn it off at the doctors and when Adults are being serious.. CJ had a tooth pulled today and she was very brave... I thought Kendall's check up was today but we found out when we got there that it's next week and so Kendall's face of pure fear melted and she proceeded to do a happy dance around the front office, singing about how happy she was. Kendall has been brushing her teeth three times a day at least, to get ready for the dentist. She is afraid of the needle making a hole in her face because of cavities and sometimes crys nightly if she gets to thinking about it... I miss summer now.. WAAAAAAAAAAAA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9076314438654549871-7203125986290107121?l=natemelfischer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natemelfischer.blogspot.com/feeds/7203125986290107121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9076314438654549871&amp;postID=7203125986290107121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9076314438654549871/posts/default/7203125986290107121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9076314438654549871/posts/default/7203125986290107121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natemelfischer.blogspot.com/2008/08/this-first-week-of-school-is-mad.html' title='This first week of school is MAD!'/><author><name>Fischer's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12690414048558526049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_msiiHoqSHbs/STl_6xyMAnI/AAAAAAAAAJI/63B2TLYv_FU/S220/DSCF0693.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9076314438654549871.post-1842950608060373307</id><published>2008-08-20T09:12:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T09:25:15.682-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to School</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_msiiHoqSHbs/SKwpMjI1N3I/AAAAAAAAACs/a0E79BbXFfU/s1600-h/CJ3rd2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236605762292496242" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_msiiHoqSHbs/SKwpMjI1N3I/AAAAAAAAACs/a0E79BbXFfU/s320/CJ3rd2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_msiiHoqSHbs/SKwm2pOhugI/AAAAAAAAACk/dqJcPfhkOAE/s1600-h/Kendallk3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236603186946619906" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_msiiHoqSHbs/SKwm2pOhugI/AAAAAAAAACk/dqJcPfhkOAE/s320/Kendallk3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_msiiHoqSHbs/SKwmt7bh9_I/AAAAAAAAACc/f2Wk3zqUqXI/s1600-h/Cole5th2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236603037214177266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_msiiHoqSHbs/SKwmt7bh9_I/AAAAAAAAACc/f2Wk3zqUqXI/s320/Cole5th2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are the babies getting bigger.. Cole starting 5th grade. CJ starting 3rd grade and Miss Kendall starting Kindergarten!!! They had an awesome first day. CJ's friends wanted to know why she brought her brother's backpack to school....well it's her backpack. Kendall was super excited that there were fruit loops for snacks. Cole was thrilled that the teach said there won't be real work until next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/9076314438654549871-1842950608060373307?l=natemelfischer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natemelfischer.blogspot.com/feeds/1842950608060373307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9076314438654549871&amp;postID=1842950608060373307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9076314438654549871/posts/default/1842950608060373307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9076314438654549871/posts/default/1842950608060373307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natemelfischer.blogspot.com/2008/08/back-to-school.html' title='Back to School'/><author><name>Fischer's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12690414048558526049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_msiiHoqSHbs/STl_6xyMAnI/AAAAAAAAAJI/63B2TLYv_FU/S220/DSCF0693.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_msiiHoqSHbs/SKwpMjI1N3I/AAAAAAAAACs/a0E79BbXFfU/s72-c/CJ3rd2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9076314438654549871.post-6643559272518381152</id><published>2008-08-19T14:31:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T14:51:44.691-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Officially Invited!!</title><content type='html'>I received an email from the Pemba, Mozambique center to officially invite Cole and I to visit them! I have all the information I need to start planning now. I contacted a travel agent to see how to get it all going. I need to get passports, Visa's and lots of other stuff..Dang I am really bad at planning so this will be a serious challenge for me.  I am feeling very honored and grateful to God to be able to go.  Being able to stay with and love on orphaned kids who are the poorest in Africa...Could there be anything better??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9076314438654549871-6643559272518381152?l=natemelfischer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natemelfischer.blogspot.com/feeds/6643559272518381152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9076314438654549871&amp;postID=6643559272518381152' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9076314438654549871/posts/default/6643559272518381152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9076314438654549871/posts/default/6643559272518381152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natemelfischer.blogspot.com/2008/08/officially-invited.html' title='Officially Invited!!'/><author><name>Fischer's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12690414048558526049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_msiiHoqSHbs/STl_6xyMAnI/AAAAAAAAAJI/63B2TLYv_FU/S220/DSCF0693.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9076314438654549871.post-3501588773707759046</id><published>2008-08-17T14:40:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T14:46:48.259-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_msiiHoqSHbs/SKh-v9ocpXI/AAAAAAAAACM/DR9DRXC8QUc/s1600-h/Chiefs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235573929281365362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_msiiHoqSHbs/SKh-v9ocpXI/AAAAAAAAACM/DR9DRXC8QUc/s400/Chiefs.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Last night Cole's team got to be on the Chief's field while the players were warming up and they got to walk through the tunnel and they thought it was pretty cool.. Well other kids did.. Cole was like, yeah it was cool, with the complete I could have been playing XBOX and it been just as cool tone.  Nate took the kids to the pet store and to the Star Wars Clones or something like that. They are trying to talk him into getting a cat. Let's hope that doesn't happen because we would have to get a divorce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9076314438654549871-3501588773707759046?l=natemelfischer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natemelfischer.blogspot.com/feeds/3501588773707759046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9076314438654549871&amp;postID=3501588773707759046' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9076314438654549871/posts/default/3501588773707759046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9076314438654549871/posts/default/3501588773707759046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natemelfischer.blogspot.com/2008/08/coles-team-got-to-be-on-chiefs-field.html' title=''/><author><name>Fischer's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12690414048558526049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_msiiHoqSHbs/STl_6xyMAnI/AAAAAAAAAJI/63B2TLYv_FU/S220/DSCF0693.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_msiiHoqSHbs/SKh-v9ocpXI/AAAAAAAAACM/DR9DRXC8QUc/s72-c/Chiefs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9076314438654549871.post-1742614188302140333</id><published>2008-08-15T19:05:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T19:14:26.038-05:00</updated><title type='text'>W-O-W!</title><content type='html'>I opened my email this morning to find out that Cole can come with  me to AFRICA!!!! Now starts the process. I sent in the info they wanted and now I wait... We are thinking of going somewhere around March 13th-23.  It's quite a time away! Time for me to get some money and time for me to pray.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9076314438654549871-1742614188302140333?l=natemelfischer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natemelfischer.blogspot.com/feeds/1742614188302140333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9076314438654549871&amp;postID=1742614188302140333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9076314438654549871/posts/default/1742614188302140333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9076314438654549871/posts/default/1742614188302140333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natemelfischer.blogspot.com/2008/08/w-o-w.html' title='W-O-W!'/><author><name>Fischer's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12690414048558526049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_msiiHoqSHbs/STl_6xyMAnI/AAAAAAAAAJI/63B2TLYv_FU/S220/DSCF0693.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9076314438654549871.post-1818646401041296936</id><published>2008-08-13T21:38:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T21:49:46.041-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fischer jams COMMIN AT YA!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_msiiHoqSHbs/SKOcUaibVAI/AAAAAAAAABc/tBzK8nUpGB8/s1600-h/band3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234199066469684226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_msiiHoqSHbs/SKOcUaibVAI/AAAAAAAAABc/tBzK8nUpGB8/s320/band3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_msiiHoqSHbs/SKOcCyXFRRI/AAAAAAAAABU/xqEvC8_mlx4/s1600-h/band.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234198763626906898" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_msiiHoqSHbs/SKOcCyXFRRI/AAAAAAAAABU/xqEvC8_mlx4/s320/band.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_msiiHoqSHbs/SKObW6iPKtI/AAAAAAAAABM/95vBXiArDgg/s1600-h/band2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234198009906932434" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_msiiHoqSHbs/SKObW6iPKtI/AAAAAAAAABM/95vBXiArDgg/s320/band2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9076314438654549871-1818646401041296936?l=natemelfischer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natemelfischer.blogspot.com/feeds/1818646401041296936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9076314438654549871&amp;postID=1818646401041296936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9076314438654549871/posts/default/1818646401041296936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9076314438654549871/posts/default/1818646401041296936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natemelfischer.blogspot.com/2008/08/fischer-jams-commin-at-ya.html' title='Fischer jams COMMIN AT YA!'/><author><name>Fischer's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12690414048558526049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_msiiHoqSHbs/STl_6xyMAnI/AAAAAAAAAJI/63B2TLYv_FU/S220/DSCF0693.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_msiiHoqSHbs/SKOcUaibVAI/AAAAAAAAABc/tBzK8nUpGB8/s72-c/band3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9076314438654549871.post-195691510538757015</id><published>2008-08-12T22:41:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T23:09:04.138-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting our groove on at Super Walmart</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_msiiHoqSHbs/SKJYNM3haFI/AAAAAAAAAA8/EqB70aeZ0T8/s1600-h/CJbinder.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233842700773582930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_msiiHoqSHbs/SKJYNM3haFI/AAAAAAAAAA8/EqB70aeZ0T8/s320/CJbinder.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_msiiHoqSHbs/SKJYNepQ_AI/AAAAAAAAABE/GOMK_dtabcU/s1600-h/CJbinder2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233842705545624578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_msiiHoqSHbs/SKJYNepQ_AI/AAAAAAAAABE/GOMK_dtabcU/s320/CJbinder2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Today I took the kids to get all their school supplies for when they start next week. I had three long lists because every grade needs different supplies. I felt pretty crazy with all three of them and three different sheets and one pen. Kendal didn't understand how come her list was so short and she just was DYING to get her hands on her own, "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Vinder&lt;/span&gt;" as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;CJ&lt;/span&gt; calls them. Also known as Binder's. Which I was mistakenly in my old age just thought they were called Folders. It went off pretty painless and we managed to get it all done in an hour. There were some fun moments when &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;CJ&lt;/span&gt; was hugging her Joe Jonas notebook and Cole is telling her she better not kiss it or there is something seriously wrong with her. Cole picked out this more high tech Binder and put it in the cart and when he saw that it was $14.00 he went and grabbed a $3.00 one and swapped it out. I saw a new one in the cart and asked him why he wanted the other one. He says he just doesn't want me spending that much on his binder..oh man..how could I resist putting his high tech binder back in the cart!! We bought a globe so we could start praying for Africa and Kendal just thinks its so funny that America is in so many pretty colors. When we got home the kids started organizing all their stuff and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;CJ&lt;/span&gt; took her binder and then came back a while later with it decorated like the pictures above! It just made me soft...The picture of the person is her. It's been such a wild experience as the kids get older. They are so aware and so brave. I love to hear them talk about God and think about God and tell &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;each other&lt;/span&gt; what's up when they have it wrong about God!! Kendal was talking about how we are all bad sometimes and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;CJ&lt;/span&gt; says, well Kendal Jesus isn't included in that he wasn't bad, EVEN WHEN HE WAS A KID!! I just sit quiet and let it play out and love every minute of it. Our church is taking school supplies donations for Children's Mercy Hospital tomorrow and so I took the kids out late tonight(because like I'd really remember when I was already out today at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Walmart&lt;/span&gt;)to get crayons and pads of paper. They just thought it was great to each fill up a basket(the hand held ones) and be able to take those tomorrow. Before bed the kids and I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;layed&lt;/span&gt; hands and prayed for the sick kids who would receive these to be instantly healed when they touched them! Cole said, wouldn't it be awesome if they started growing hair immediately?? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;.. that would be AMAZING!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9076314438654549871-195691510538757015?l=natemelfischer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natemelfischer.blogspot.com/feeds/195691510538757015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9076314438654549871&amp;postID=195691510538757015' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9076314438654549871/posts/default/195691510538757015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9076314438654549871/posts/default/195691510538757015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natemelfischer.blogspot.com/2008/08/getting-our-groove-on-at-super-walmart.html' title='Getting our groove on at Super Walmart'/><author><name>Fischer's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12690414048558526049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_msiiHoqSHbs/STl_6xyMAnI/AAAAAAAAAJI/63B2TLYv_FU/S220/DSCF0693.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_msiiHoqSHbs/SKJYNM3haFI/AAAAAAAAAA8/EqB70aeZ0T8/s72-c/CJbinder.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9076314438654549871.post-4985995407931461391</id><published>2008-08-11T13:27:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T13:40:58.783-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pray Pray Pray... please??</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_msiiHoqSHbs/SKCEtQhxk6I/AAAAAAAAAA0/FTl3dSDT8zc/s1600-h/iris.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233328680070124450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_msiiHoqSHbs/SKCEtQhxk6I/AAAAAAAAAA0/FTl3dSDT8zc/s320/iris.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I am seriously praying and planning on trying to visit Mozambique within the next 6-8 months. I have been researching Iris Ministries and I contacted them to see about starting the process to come. I would need to visit shorter than what is usually expected but God knows how my heart is burning and there is to be no antidote until I am there. I have wanted to be in Africa before going to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;YWAM&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;after&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;YWAM&lt;/span&gt; so badly. God had other plans but lately I have been getting more and more crazy in the heart and head thinking that time could be soon. I inquired about taking Cole with me as well and am still waiting to hear about that.  Thinking that would be an incredible spring break/11&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; birthday if it works out.&lt;br /&gt;If you could pray with me, that would be amazing. I will update as my correspondence with them becomes more clear!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9076314438654549871-4985995407931461391?l=natemelfischer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natemelfischer.blogspot.com/feeds/4985995407931461391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9076314438654549871&amp;postID=4985995407931461391' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9076314438654549871/posts/default/4985995407931461391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9076314438654549871/posts/default/4985995407931461391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natemelfischer.blogspot.com/2008/08/pray-pray-pray-please.html' title='Pray Pray Pray... please??'/><author><name>Fischer's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12690414048558526049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_msiiHoqSHbs/STl_6xyMAnI/AAAAAAAAAJI/63B2TLYv_FU/S220/DSCF0693.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_msiiHoqSHbs/SKCEtQhxk6I/AAAAAAAAAA0/FTl3dSDT8zc/s72-c/iris.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9076314438654549871.post-157763213153221302</id><published>2008-08-11T13:02:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T13:13:14.879-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A smaller place means a bigger mess</title><content type='html'>So it's only been a week that we've all been living together in this new duplex. And I was thinking, well since we packed mostly everything this should be so much easier to clean. Well that just seriously is not what's happening. Not only are most of the floors white linoleum which is so super fun, there just isn't room to send anyone away or out of sight to play with stuff. The girls room is downstairs but basically I can use a normal(as opposed to yelling their names at the top of my lungs)voice and they can hear me. So it's no quite as far away as needed. In my other house we had the toy room all the way downstairs and at the corner of a long hallway. I wouldn't even go down there for DAYS to see demolition. Now I see demolition just about every 5 minutes. The kids are cleaning up and messing up and repeat, repeat, repeat. It's been fun being close though. We've had fun this week being in one &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;another's&lt;/span&gt; faces. My son is being the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;DVR&lt;/span&gt; master and had recorded 20 hours of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Olympics&lt;/span&gt; that he never watches. Delete, Delete, Delete.... The girls have made an agreement to switch every night which side of their bed to sleep on. Then they have a ledge above their heads where they keep baseball caps on and they move those each night as well so that their cap is directly over their heads..interesting.. Mr. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Bosley&lt;/span&gt; is absolutely loving being the only dog around and having the kids back.  Nate is having a really rotten time with one of his stores at work which could completely cost us, so, so much money. Prayer appreciated there.. But, there is so much PEACE. God is so amazing and money is really lame. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Whatevs&lt;/span&gt; to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Benjamins&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9076314438654549871-157763213153221302?l=natemelfischer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natemelfischer.blogspot.com/feeds/157763213153221302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9076314438654549871&amp;postID=157763213153221302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9076314438654549871/posts/default/157763213153221302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9076314438654549871/posts/default/157763213153221302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natemelfischer.blogspot.com/2008/08/smaller-place-means-bigger-mess.html' title='A smaller place means a bigger mess'/><author><name>Fischer's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12690414048558526049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_msiiHoqSHbs/STl_6xyMAnI/AAAAAAAAAJI/63B2TLYv_FU/S220/DSCF0693.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9076314438654549871.post-5585366748671421060</id><published>2008-08-07T10:12:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T10:34:49.345-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Back from Vacation</title><content type='html'>It's been a good three weeks in Cali... I got to drive around and check out the new scene for the next season of our lives. I got to see old friends and their new babies which is so wild to see.  I got to get prayed for by a bunch of wild hearts at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;tithemi&lt;/span&gt; and have some healing done physically and in my heart. I had a grown up sleep over with no actual sleep. I had the best time talking and laughing with my growing son. Lots of snuggles and kisses with my sweet girls. I got to miss my love Nate. I got to eat lots and lots of Del Taco &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;churros&lt;/span&gt; and chocolate cakes.  I got to have a moment with someone I've loved but have been disconnected to for years. I got to cry and eat bakers at midnight. I got to kiss and hold my brother's beautiful daughter who is full of life. I've had some pain and some pain taken away. I got to watch every Law &amp;amp; Order ever made. I was able to come back with some definite hope and a feeling of excitement for the things God has coming our way...It's been a good three weeks in Cali...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9076314438654549871-5585366748671421060?l=natemelfischer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natemelfischer.blogspot.com/feeds/5585366748671421060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9076314438654549871&amp;postID=5585366748671421060' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9076314438654549871/posts/default/5585366748671421060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9076314438654549871/posts/default/5585366748671421060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natemelfischer.blogspot.com/2008/08/back-from-vacation.html' title='Back from Vacation'/><author><name>Fischer's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12690414048558526049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_msiiHoqSHbs/STl_6xyMAnI/AAAAAAAAAJI/63B2TLYv_FU/S220/DSCF0693.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
