<?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-2575053670330024424</id><updated>2012-02-12T07:16:31.788-05:00</updated><category term='A Tribute to my Dad'/><title type='text'>Eight is Enough</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denisedieleman.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575053670330024424/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denisedieleman.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03018855319374042177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>14</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2575053670330024424.post-9147703041180602536</id><published>2008-09-30T22:55:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T23:31:57.662-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Johnny!</title><content type='html'>Just wanted to wish our son a happy 16th birthday!&lt;br /&gt;We went this morning to get his driver's license and away he went!&lt;br /&gt;We are so proud of him and wanted to share a few pics we took today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SKUHOZ_zoHs/SOLrzP7rn-I/AAAAAAAAALc/XF5k4da9tBQ/s1600-h/IMG_2368.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SKUHOZ_zoHs/SOLrzP7rn-I/AAAAAAAAALc/XF5k4da9tBQ/s400/IMG_2368.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252019381150130146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;John's Jimmy!  Getting ready to leave for school!  He looks a little "cocky" but I think he was a little nervous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SKUHOZ_zoHs/SOLp0mPm11I/AAAAAAAAALU/wbK_Z02RWFo/s1600-h/IMG_2371.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SKUHOZ_zoHs/SOLp0mPm11I/AAAAAAAAALU/wbK_Z02RWFo/s400/IMG_2371.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252017205295896402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;#7 in action on the soccer field!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SKUHOZ_zoHs/SOLtcZYY6PI/AAAAAAAAALk/S5hu9Wm7CMw/s1600-h/IMG_2373.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SKUHOZ_zoHs/SOLtcZYY6PI/AAAAAAAAALk/S5hu9Wm7CMw/s400/IMG_2373.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252021187572721906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A plate full of "Crab Chee on the house" at his favorite, First Wok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You bring so much joy to our lives.  You truly are a blessing.  We love you and "safe drively"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Now I remember why I don't post blogs more often...takes me forever!!!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2575053670330024424-9147703041180602536?l=denisedieleman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denisedieleman.blogspot.com/feeds/9147703041180602536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2575053670330024424&amp;postID=9147703041180602536' title='32 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575053670330024424/posts/default/9147703041180602536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575053670330024424/posts/default/9147703041180602536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denisedieleman.blogspot.com/2008/09/happy-birthday-johnny.html' title='Happy Birthday Johnny!'/><author><name>denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03018855319374042177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SKUHOZ_zoHs/SOLrzP7rn-I/AAAAAAAAALc/XF5k4da9tBQ/s72-c/IMG_2368.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>32</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2575053670330024424.post-8412622042351689168</id><published>2008-04-27T23:14:00.030-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T12:39:09.859-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Blessing of Grandchildren</title><content type='html'>Almost two weeks ago, we were blessed with another beautiful granddaughter.&lt;br /&gt;Juliet Lynne Dieleman was born to Michelle and Dan on Tuesday, April 15&lt;br /&gt;at 9:13 a.m.   She weighed in at 8 pounds 12 ounces and was 20 inches long.&lt;br /&gt;She is a sweet, precious gift to our family from God and we thank Him and praise&lt;br /&gt;Him for her.  Her big brothers Chase and Drew, and big sister Joy are delighted&lt;br /&gt;with their new baby and love taking turns holding her.&lt;br /&gt;The timing of her birth was perfect as I had planned a short trip to DC to visit&lt;br /&gt;my granddaughter Stella for Grandparent's Day at her school that weekend.&lt;br /&gt;Juliet was born on her brother Drew's 6th birthday and he was so proud!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SKUHOZ_zoHs/SBVDTNfr-ZI/AAAAAAAAAIk/CQrwzviVX4I/s1600-h/Drew%27s+birthday+and+baby+Juliet+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SKUHOZ_zoHs/SBVDTNfr-ZI/AAAAAAAAAIk/CQrwzviVX4I/s400/Drew%27s+birthday+and+baby+Juliet+023.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194131742560876946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                         Juliet Lynne Dieleman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SKUHOZ_zoHs/SBVE4dfr-cI/AAAAAAAAAI8/AUInnD2N9i0/s1600-h/Chase,+Drew,+Joy+and+Juliet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SKUHOZ_zoHs/SBVE4dfr-cI/AAAAAAAAAI8/AUInnD2N9i0/s400/Chase,+Drew,+Joy+and+Juliet.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194133482022631874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                      The proud siblings, Chase, Drew and Joy with Juliet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SKUHOZ_zoHs/SBVFkdfr-dI/AAAAAAAAAJE/m9K1N0wcVUA/s1600-h/Juliet+and+Sylvia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SKUHOZ_zoHs/SBVFkdfr-dI/AAAAAAAAAJE/m9K1N0wcVUA/s400/Juliet+and+Sylvia.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194134237936875986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                       Sylvia (6 weeks) and her little cousin Juliet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SKUHOZ_zoHs/SBVEWNfr-bI/AAAAAAAAAI0/Fu25v8y82wU/s1600-h/Grandma+and+Drew+at+Build+a+Bear.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SKUHOZ_zoHs/SBVEWNfr-bI/AAAAAAAAAI0/Fu25v8y82wU/s400/Grandma+and+Drew+at+Build+a+Bear.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194132893612112306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                        Grandma D with Drew at Build-a-Bear for his 6th birthday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SKUHOZ_zoHs/SBX78dfr-tI/AAAAAAAAALE/DwsMZeO26Qg/s1600-h/Drew+on+the+carosel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SKUHOZ_zoHs/SBX78dfr-tI/AAAAAAAAALE/DwsMZeO26Qg/s400/Drew+on+the+carosel.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194334761369991890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Drew on the carousel at the mall with his new friend, Spots!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SKUHOZ_zoHs/SBVGG9fr-eI/AAAAAAAAAJM/Dp1pE5tauZE/s1600-h/Sara,+Tom+and+Scott+-+birthday+peeps.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SKUHOZ_zoHs/SBVGG9fr-eI/AAAAAAAAAJM/Dp1pE5tauZE/s400/Sara,+Tom+and+Scott+-+birthday+peeps.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194134830642362850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                    The other April birthdays - Sara 26, Tom 32 and Scott 33&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Friday, it was grandparent's day at Dutton Christian School.  Here are a few pictures of that special day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SKUHOZ_zoHs/SBXRrdfr-lI/AAAAAAAAAKE/eH3tK0pgIUI/s1600-h/Drew+with+G+%26+G+Hopkins+at+grandparents+day.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SKUHOZ_zoHs/SBXRrdfr-lI/AAAAAAAAAKE/eH3tK0pgIUI/s400/Drew+with+G+%26+G+Hopkins+at+grandparents+day.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194288289823849042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Grandpa and Grandma Hopkins with Drew in the Kindergarten classroom at DCS Grandparent's Day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SKUHOZ_zoHs/SBXSVdfr-mI/AAAAAAAAAKM/Vvo7tg27QMQ/s1600-h/Grandma+D+and+Chase.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SKUHOZ_zoHs/SBXSVdfr-mI/AAAAAAAAAKM/Vvo7tg27QMQ/s400/Grandma+D+and+Chase.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194289011378354786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Grandma D with Chase at in his 2nd grade classroom at DCS Grandparent's Day.  Chase has the same teachers that his Uncle Johnny had in 2nd grade when Chase was born!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SKUHOZ_zoHs/SBXWHtfr-oI/AAAAAAAAAKc/-pQKmwu6Y6w/s1600-h/Laiya+and+her+friend+Hannah+at+Grandparents+Day.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SKUHOZ_zoHs/SBXWHtfr-oI/AAAAAAAAAKc/-pQKmwu6Y6w/s400/Laiya+and+her+friend+Hannah+at+Grandparents+Day.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194293173201664642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was "Grand Auntie" for my precious niece Laiya in DCS Middle School.  Here is Laiya with her friend Hannah in front of a decade timeline she worked on.  It was very well done!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Friday prior was Grandparent's Day at Stella's school in Washington DC.  I had such a nice visit with Amy, Tristan and Stella and Tristan's family.  Here are a few photos of that short, but very sweet trip!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SKUHOZ_zoHs/SBXGcNfr-kI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/HSsKEEoWRh8/s1600-h/IMG_1788.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SKUHOZ_zoHs/SBXGcNfr-kI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/HSsKEEoWRh8/s400/IMG_1788.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194275933202938434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sweet Stella at Grandparent's Day at Lowell School in Washington DC with her friend Noelia in front of Stella's self-portrait&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SKUHOZ_zoHs/SBXUfdfr-nI/AAAAAAAAAKU/_sLuPN6xIwc/s1600-h/Stella+and+her+teacher.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SKUHOZ_zoHs/SBXUfdfr-nI/AAAAAAAAAKU/_sLuPN6xIwc/s400/Stella+and+her+teacher.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194291382200302194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Stella and her teacher&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SKUHOZ_zoHs/SBX1Atfr-qI/AAAAAAAAAKs/0a8JS-sEzyo/s1600-h/Momoo,+Stella+and+NeeNee+at+Grandparent%27s+day.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SKUHOZ_zoHs/SBX1Atfr-qI/AAAAAAAAAKs/0a8JS-sEzyo/s400/Momoo,+Stella+and+NeeNee+at+Grandparent%27s+day.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194327137803041442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Stella with her "Momoo"  and "NeeNee"  who were definately the youngest grandma's there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SKUHOZ_zoHs/SBVI_tfr-jI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/nHyVSJ4oY7c/s1600-h/IMG_1805.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SKUHOZ_zoHs/SBVI_tfr-jI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/nHyVSJ4oY7c/s400/IMG_1805.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194138004623194674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                Stella at her soccer game&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SKUHOZ_zoHs/SBX0FNfr-pI/AAAAAAAAAKk/Qr8CsAZ1j6w/s1600-h/Stella,+Momoo,+Amy+and+Tristan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SKUHOZ_zoHs/SBX0FNfr-pI/AAAAAAAAAKk/Qr8CsAZ1j6w/s400/Stella,+Momoo,+Amy+and+Tristan.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194326115600824978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Stella, Momoo, Amy and Tristan after the soccer game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just a few more pictures to share with you....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SKUHOZ_zoHs/SBX3HNfr-rI/AAAAAAAAAK0/GETnmqisJsE/s1600-h/Sylvia+Kate.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SKUHOZ_zoHs/SBX3HNfr-rI/AAAAAAAAAK0/GETnmqisJsE/s400/Sylvia+Kate.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194329448495446706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sylvia in her new Bumbo seat!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SKUHOZ_zoHs/SBX6LNfr-sI/AAAAAAAAAK8/aqBKK0PkxW8/s1600-h/Cat,+Johnny+and+Ben.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SKUHOZ_zoHs/SBX6LNfr-sI/AAAAAAAAAK8/aqBKK0PkxW8/s400/Cat,+Johnny+and+Ben.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194332815749806786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My nephew Ben and his wife Cat playing Rock Band with Johnny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it for now!  I will try not to wait so long between posts!  Happy Spring!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2575053670330024424-8412622042351689168?l=denisedieleman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denisedieleman.blogspot.com/feeds/8412622042351689168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2575053670330024424&amp;postID=8412622042351689168' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575053670330024424/posts/default/8412622042351689168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575053670330024424/posts/default/8412622042351689168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denisedieleman.blogspot.com/2008/04/blessing-of-grandchildren.html' title='The Blessing of Grandchildren'/><author><name>denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03018855319374042177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SKUHOZ_zoHs/SBVDTNfr-ZI/AAAAAAAAAIk/CQrwzviVX4I/s72-c/Drew%27s+birthday+and+baby+Juliet+023.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2575053670330024424.post-1474210002761073534</id><published>2008-03-04T21:31:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T21:52:41.082-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sylvia Kate DeBoer</title><content type='html'>Just wanted to update the blog (I know, it's been a little while!) to show off the latest edition to the Dieleman/Wierenga gang.&lt;br /&gt;Sylvia Kate DeBoer was born yesterday, March 3, at 7:59 a.m.  She came into the world weighing 7lbs. 9 oz. and is 19 1/2" long.  She has dark hair and looks alot like Katie did when she was born.  In other words, she is beautiful!&lt;br /&gt;Sylvia is our 5th granddaughter and we have 4 grandsons.  Dan and Michelle are expecting a little girl in April too.&lt;br /&gt;God has blessed our family with another healthy baby and we are grateful to Him for Sylvia.&lt;br /&gt;We are thinking of Scott's family at this time also, knowing that they are still grieving the loss of Loie, yet praising God for this new life.&lt;br /&gt;Please continue to keep them in your prayers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SKUHOZ_zoHs/R84JoxzExBI/AAAAAAAAAIc/7I6Wb2CfSHo/s1600-h/Baby+Sylvia+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SKUHOZ_zoHs/R84JoxzExBI/AAAAAAAAAIc/7I6Wb2CfSHo/s400/Baby+Sylvia+005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174083618062255122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                       For you created my inmost being;&lt;br /&gt;                                               you knit me together in my mother's womb.&lt;br /&gt;                             I praise you, because I am fearfully and wonderfully made;  Your works&lt;br /&gt;                                   are wonderful, I know that full well.  Psalm 139:13&amp;amp;14&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SKUHOZ_zoHs/R84IGBzEw_I/AAAAAAAAAIM/SATMMS2hdxg/s1600-h/Baby+Sylvia+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SKUHOZ_zoHs/R84IGBzEw_I/AAAAAAAAAIM/SATMMS2hdxg/s400/Baby+Sylvia+008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174081921550173170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                    Precious Nicholas just wondering who is this little one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SKUHOZ_zoHs/R84I6RzExAI/AAAAAAAAAIU/5jJPwwgohgQ/s1600-h/Baby+Sylvia+024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SKUHOZ_zoHs/R84I6RzExAI/AAAAAAAAAIU/5jJPwwgohgQ/s400/Baby+Sylvia+024.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174082819198338050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                              The DeBoer Family, Scott, Nicholas, Katie and Sylvia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2575053670330024424-1474210002761073534?l=denisedieleman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denisedieleman.blogspot.com/feeds/1474210002761073534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2575053670330024424&amp;postID=1474210002761073534' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575053670330024424/posts/default/1474210002761073534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575053670330024424/posts/default/1474210002761073534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denisedieleman.blogspot.com/2008/03/sylvia-kate-deboer.html' title='Sylvia Kate DeBoer'/><author><name>denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03018855319374042177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SKUHOZ_zoHs/R84JoxzExBI/AAAAAAAAAIc/7I6Wb2CfSHo/s72-c/Baby+Sylvia+005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2575053670330024424.post-2384574737828977218</id><published>2007-12-10T21:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T22:26:29.921-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Special Thanksgiving in DC</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SKUHOZ_zoHs/R14CDKecHCI/AAAAAAAAAIE/-rgBnkp5RlQ/s1600-h/Amy+and+Stella.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SKUHOZ_zoHs/R14CDKecHCI/AAAAAAAAAIE/-rgBnkp5RlQ/s400/Amy+and+Stella.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142550077878574114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                  Amy and Stella waving good-bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SKUHOZ_zoHs/R14Bv6ecHBI/AAAAAAAAAH8/GnLKOlBZdJs/s1600-h/Tristan,+STella+and+Amy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SKUHOZ_zoHs/R14Bv6ecHBI/AAAAAAAAAH8/GnLKOlBZdJs/s400/Tristan,+STella+and+Amy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142549747166092306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                  Tristan, Stella and Amy at dinner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SKUHOZ_zoHs/R14Bg6ecHAI/AAAAAAAAAH0/cWso26q3ApY/s1600-h/Thanksgiving+dinner+at+Amy+and+T%27s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SKUHOZ_zoHs/R14Bg6ecHAI/AAAAAAAAAH0/cWso26q3ApY/s400/Thanksgiving+dinner+at+Amy+and+T%27s.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142549489468054530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                  Thanksgiving dinner with the Magee's and Hormel's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SKUHOZ_zoHs/R14A7aecG_I/AAAAAAAAAHs/ORQBziW44IY/s1600-h/Graeme,+Johnny+and+Nyle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SKUHOZ_zoHs/R14A7aecG_I/AAAAAAAAAHs/ORQBziW44IY/s400/Graeme,+Johnny+and+Nyle.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142548845222960114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                  Graeme, Johnny and Nyle playing video games&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SKUHOZ_zoHs/R14ApaecG-I/AAAAAAAAAHk/QqkGMcAbkb8/s1600-h/Dad,+Tristan+and+Nick+playing+poker.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SKUHOZ_zoHs/R14ApaecG-I/AAAAAAAAAHk/QqkGMcAbkb8/s400/Dad,+Tristan+and+Nick+playing+poker.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142548535985314786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                   John, Tristan and Nick playing poker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SKUHOZ_zoHs/R14ATaecG9I/AAAAAAAAAHc/fLA7BTKn0zY/s1600-h/Dad+in+DC.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SKUHOZ_zoHs/R14ATaecG9I/AAAAAAAAAHc/fLA7BTKn0zY/s400/Dad+in+DC.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142548158028192722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                  John relaxing on the back deck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SKUHOZ_zoHs/R13-gqecG8I/AAAAAAAAAHU/6CulR-BVm9o/s1600-h/Grampoo,+Momoo+and+Stella.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SKUHOZ_zoHs/R13-gqecG8I/AAAAAAAAAHU/6CulR-BVm9o/s400/Grampoo,+Momoo+and+Stella.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142546186638203842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                  Momoo, Grampoo and Stella at Build a Bear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SKUHOZ_zoHs/R139kaecG7I/AAAAAAAAAHM/Z3IWmjPJHyA/s1600-h/Amy+checking+the+rolls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SKUHOZ_zoHs/R139kaecG7I/AAAAAAAAAHM/Z3IWmjPJHyA/s400/Amy+checking+the+rolls.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142545151551085490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                  Amy checking the rolls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year we traveled to Washington DC to spend Thanksgiving with Amy, Tristan and Stella.  They recently moved into a new house and they had plenty of room for all of us.  John, Betsy, Johnny, the dog and I left home on Tuesday afternoon when Johnny was finished with school.  We stopped in Pittsburgh to pick up Nick and arrived at their house at 1:30 a.m.  We spent most of the day Wednesday in the kitchen baking pies (with the crust from scratch!), making apple crisp, peeling potatoes and preparing the turkey.  Diz made her special stuffing and several other dishes.  Needless to say, we had plenty of food!&lt;br /&gt;While we were there, we celebrated Amy's 26th birthday and Stella's 6th birthday.  We took Stella to Build a Bear and went to see the movie "Enchanted".   John spent some time just relaxing on the back deck, reading.  We had beautiful weather and walked to town a couple times.&lt;br /&gt;We had a wonderful 5 days with the kids and got home late Sunday night.&lt;br /&gt;We are thankful that we were able to spend some quality time with them and are looking forward to their visit for Christmas!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2575053670330024424-2384574737828977218?l=denisedieleman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denisedieleman.blogspot.com/feeds/2384574737828977218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2575053670330024424&amp;postID=2384574737828977218' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575053670330024424/posts/default/2384574737828977218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575053670330024424/posts/default/2384574737828977218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denisedieleman.blogspot.com/2007/12/our-special-thanksgiving-in-dc.html' title='Our Special Thanksgiving in DC'/><author><name>denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03018855319374042177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SKUHOZ_zoHs/R14CDKecHCI/AAAAAAAAAIE/-rgBnkp5RlQ/s72-c/Amy+and+Stella.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2575053670330024424.post-2443135566588164440</id><published>2007-11-16T22:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-16T23:57:28.280-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday John!</title><content type='html'>This blog post is a tribute to my husband on his 53rd birthday!  John is a wonderful, dedicated husband, father and grandpa.  He is a very consciencious, hard-working man and a friend to so many.  I am so grateful to God that He brought us together almost 17 years ago.  It has been an interesting ride, to say the least.  I have learned so much from him.  I don't know of anyone with a deeper faith or more integrity than John.  I am blessed to be his wife.&lt;br /&gt;Last weekend we did some celebrating with family.  On Saturday night we went to dinner with John's family.  We met at Papa Vino's and had an incredible meal, served family style.  On Sunday afternoon, we had dinner with our children and grandchildren.  We had a turkey with all the trimmings because on Thanksgiving Day we will be in Washington DC celebrating with Amy, Tristan and Stella.   John received many beautiful cards and gifts from the kids and it was a beautiful day.&lt;br /&gt;I want to wish him a very happy birthday and pray the year ahead will be full of "mercy drops".&lt;br /&gt;If anyone deserves it, he does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SKUHOZ_zoHs/Rz5tCQAQ-lI/AAAAAAAAAGA/kT8Wdfigq_E/s1600-h/Dad%27s+birthday+and+grandkids+021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SKUHOZ_zoHs/Rz5tCQAQ-lI/AAAAAAAAAGA/kT8Wdfigq_E/s400/Dad%27s+birthday+and+grandkids+021.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133660510672190034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   Nicholas, Grandpa, Joy, Andrew and Arianna.  It takes alot of hot air to blow out the candles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SKUHOZ_zoHs/Rz5tgwAQ-mI/AAAAAAAAAGI/1u96HQh-Xzk/s1600-h/Dad%27s+birthday+and+grandkids+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SKUHOZ_zoHs/Rz5tgwAQ-mI/AAAAAAAAAGI/1u96HQh-Xzk/s400/Dad%27s+birthday+and+grandkids+023.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133661034658200162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;      Arianna was laughing so hard she was crying over the musical card she gave her grandpa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SKUHOZ_zoHs/Rz5unQAQ-pI/AAAAAAAAAGc/Xcln7nlFOGs/s1600-h/Dad%27s+birthday+and+grandkids+025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SKUHOZ_zoHs/Rz5unQAQ-pI/AAAAAAAAAGc/Xcln7nlFOGs/s400/Dad%27s+birthday+and+grandkids+025.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133662245838977682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;              Chase was reading the birthday card he got for Grandpa.  He sure does a good job!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SKUHOZ_zoHs/Rz5yHAAQ-qI/AAAAAAAAAGk/Amg3XxdIO5s/s1600-h/Bob+and+Cory.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SKUHOZ_zoHs/Rz5yHAAQ-qI/AAAAAAAAAGk/Amg3XxdIO5s/s400/Bob+and+Cory.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133666089834707618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                              John's sister Cory and her husband Bob&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SKUHOZ_zoHs/Rz5yeAAQ-rI/AAAAAAAAAGs/BdNycCQlerk/s1600-h/Bob+and+Jayne.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SKUHOZ_zoHs/Rz5yeAAQ-rI/AAAAAAAAAGs/BdNycCQlerk/s400/Bob+and+Jayne.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133666484971698866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                            John's sister Jayne and her husband Bob&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SKUHOZ_zoHs/Rz5yyAAQ-sI/AAAAAAAAAG0/PMSd4uxqCS0/s1600-h/Pete+and+Judy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SKUHOZ_zoHs/Rz5yyAAQ-sI/AAAAAAAAAG0/PMSd4uxqCS0/s400/Pete+and+Judy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133666828569082562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                John's brother Pete and his wife Judy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2575053670330024424-2443135566588164440?l=denisedieleman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denisedieleman.blogspot.com/feeds/2443135566588164440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2575053670330024424&amp;postID=2443135566588164440' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575053670330024424/posts/default/2443135566588164440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575053670330024424/posts/default/2443135566588164440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denisedieleman.blogspot.com/2007/11/happy-birthday-john.html' title='Happy Birthday John!'/><author><name>denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03018855319374042177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SKUHOZ_zoHs/Rz5tCQAQ-lI/AAAAAAAAAGA/kT8Wdfigq_E/s72-c/Dad%27s+birthday+and+grandkids+021.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2575053670330024424.post-4423484165747668110</id><published>2007-11-08T22:47:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T23:20:21.634-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Annual Girls Shopping Trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SKUHOZ_zoHs/RzPfiJkD2tI/AAAAAAAAAF4/YH6RjxrVbSw/s1600-h/shopping+trip+with+girls+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SKUHOZ_zoHs/RzPfiJkD2tI/AAAAAAAAAF4/YH6RjxrVbSw/s400/shopping+trip+with+girls+016.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130690178280839890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Betsy, Amy, Katie, Mom, Michelle and Sara in the hotel lobby.  Ready for day #3 of shopping!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SKUHOZ_zoHs/RzPe45kD2sI/AAAAAAAAAFw/8jKTfM4K_ow/s1600-h/shopping+trip+with+girls+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SKUHOZ_zoHs/RzPe45kD2sI/AAAAAAAAAFw/8jKTfM4K_ow/s400/shopping+trip+with+girls+020.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130689469611236034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I hope the girls didn't see what I was buying for them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SKUHOZ_zoHs/RzPeiZkD2rI/AAAAAAAAAFo/RR2Wr7SXg3M/s1600-h/Dessert.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SKUHOZ_zoHs/RzPeiZkD2rI/AAAAAAAAAFo/RR2Wr7SXg3M/s400/Dessert.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130689083064179378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sharing the Sugar Mountain Moccasin and the Brownie Cobbler.  Yummy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SKUHOZ_zoHs/RzPZA5kD2qI/AAAAAAAAAFg/oo2ivdFEjAU/s1600-h/shopping+trip+with+girls+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SKUHOZ_zoHs/RzPZA5kD2qI/AAAAAAAAAFg/oo2ivdFEjAU/s400/shopping+trip+with+girls+017.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130683009980422818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Michelle, Sara, Amy, Betsy and Katie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every fall for the past 16 years, my girls and I go on a little shopping trip.  We've been to the Detroit area a couple times, Chicago, Columbus, Ohio, Holland and Lansing.  We always manage to have a great time and usually one of the girls are pregnant or nursing.  If the babies are too small, we stick closer to home, but this year we decided to head to Detroit again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last weekend, Katie and I set out early Friday morning to drive to the Detroit Metropolitan Airport.  Amy's plane was due to arrive from DC at 10:00.  Her plane was a few minutes early and by the time we pulled up to the curb, she was waiting with her suitcase.  It was so good to see her.  After our little reunion, we drove to Troy and shopped the Somerset Collection most of the day.&lt;br /&gt;Betsy had a test at Calvin in the early afternoon, so she and Michelle and Sara left home around 3:00 and met us at the hotel at 6:00.  We settled in our rooms and then went looking for food!  We were all pretty hungry and we found Cosi, a little deli not too far from the hotel.  After supper, we did our annual Target run.&lt;br /&gt;Saturday morning we were up early and headed out to Great Lakes Crossings in Auburn Hills.  We again shopped all day.  By supper time we were pretty exhausted, especially the expecting mothers!  We found a neat steak house called Montana's Cookhouse and had a nice dinner.  We even shared  two huge desserts, the Sugar Mountain Moccasin and the Brownie Cobbler.&lt;br /&gt;We went back to the hotel and yakked until way too late.  Sunday morning we went to Novi to the Twelve Oaks Mall.  Michelle and Katie went to Ikea for a couple hours and met up with us later.&lt;br /&gt;It was a wonderful weekend of girl time and power shopping.    The weather was wonderful too.  I think some of us even got a lot of our Christmas shopping done!  We certainly missed Lia this year and are looking forward to 5 weeks from now when they will be home for the holidays!&lt;br /&gt;Just a few pictures from our trip....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2575053670330024424-4423484165747668110?l=denisedieleman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denisedieleman.blogspot.com/feeds/4423484165747668110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2575053670330024424&amp;postID=4423484165747668110' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575053670330024424/posts/default/4423484165747668110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575053670330024424/posts/default/4423484165747668110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denisedieleman.blogspot.com/2007/11/our-annual-girls-shopping-trip.html' title='Our Annual Girls Shopping Trip'/><author><name>denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03018855319374042177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SKUHOZ_zoHs/RzPfiJkD2tI/AAAAAAAAAF4/YH6RjxrVbSw/s72-c/shopping+trip+with+girls+016.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2575053670330024424.post-6068543333737065356</id><published>2007-10-28T21:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T18:44:52.643-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Short but Sweet Trip to Florida</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SKUHOZ_zoHs/RyXP89A3qnI/AAAAAAAAAFY/Zgx2Vp88ptg/s1600-h/scary+Mitzi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SKUHOZ_zoHs/RyXP89A3qnI/AAAAAAAAAFY/Zgx2Vp88ptg/s400/scary+Mitzi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126732396908489330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                        Cher's sweet dog, Mitzi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SKUHOZ_zoHs/RyXPVNA3qmI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/sgIJI1ecNFU/s1600-h/Cher+and+her+dog+Mitzi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SKUHOZ_zoHs/RyXPVNA3qmI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/sgIJI1ecNFU/s400/Cher+and+her+dog+Mitzi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126731714008689250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                        Cher and her puppy, Mitzi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SKUHOZ_zoHs/RyXOw9A3qkI/AAAAAAAAAFE/Qu1pZr9qNhE/s1600-h/Mom+and+Rich+in+pool.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SKUHOZ_zoHs/RyXOw9A3qkI/AAAAAAAAAFE/Qu1pZr9qNhE/s400/Mom+and+Rich+in+pool.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126731091238431298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                         Mom and Rich in the pool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SKUHOZ_zoHs/RyXNyNA3qjI/AAAAAAAAAE8/hdHt-3ss474/s1600-h/Rich,+Mom,+Denise+and+John.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SKUHOZ_zoHs/RyXNyNA3qjI/AAAAAAAAAE8/hdHt-3ss474/s400/Rich,+Mom,+Denise+and+John.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126730013201639986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                               Rich, Mom, Denise and John by the restaurant on Anna Maria Island&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SKUHOZ_zoHs/RyXNY9A3qiI/AAAAAAAAAE0/OSH9ppbDB6A/s1600-h/Mom+and+Rich+sharing+dessert.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SKUHOZ_zoHs/RyXNY9A3qiI/AAAAAAAAAE0/OSH9ppbDB6A/s400/Mom+and+Rich+sharing+dessert.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126729579409943074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                Mother sharing her dessert with Rich&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A week ago, John and I were in Florida visiting my mom and Rich.  We had such a wonderful time so I wanted to share some photos with you.&lt;br /&gt;We left on Thursday, the 18th and flew from GR to Tampa.  We spent most of the day in airports and airplanes.  By the time we got to Tampa, we were tired and hungry.  We ate at one of our favorite restaurants, Sweet Tomatoes (Thanks Dan and Michelle!) and checked in to the Country Inn at 6:30 pm.  We watched an in room movie and then slept 12 hours!  It was great!&lt;br /&gt;On Friday morning, we left Tampa and went South to the famous Outlet Mall.  We spent most of the day there, where John went on his semi-annual shopping spree.  It was fun to see him shop.  Each time he went to the restroom, he came out wearing something new! &lt;br /&gt;When we were finished there, we drove to Mom and Rich's house, our home away from home!  The greatest accomodations anywhere!   They are always so welcoming and fun to be with.   We enjoyed some great meals at "The Club", breakfast on Anna Marie Island, golf, swimming and lots of R &amp;amp; R.  We arrived back home late Tuesday night and were well rested, which was a good thing, because there was much to do when we got home!&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Mom and Rich for the much needed respite.  We love you both!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2575053670330024424-6068543333737065356?l=denisedieleman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denisedieleman.blogspot.com/feeds/6068543333737065356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2575053670330024424&amp;postID=6068543333737065356' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575053670330024424/posts/default/6068543333737065356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575053670330024424/posts/default/6068543333737065356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denisedieleman.blogspot.com/2007/10/our-short-but-sweet-trip-to-florida.html' title='Our Short but Sweet Trip to Florida'/><author><name>denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03018855319374042177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SKUHOZ_zoHs/RyXP89A3qnI/AAAAAAAAAFY/Zgx2Vp88ptg/s72-c/scary+Mitzi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2575053670330024424.post-8292570116712837612</id><published>2007-10-13T15:27:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-14T21:51:02.695-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I've been tagged - 3 Times!</title><content type='html'>Okay, I'm it I guess.  Michelle, Katie and Lia have tagged me.   Just when I was thinking I'm not really very good at this blog thing and I might give it up, I've been pushed to post.  I know why they tagged me. &lt;br /&gt;1)  to get me to post on my blog&lt;br /&gt;2)  because they want the world to know my middle name&lt;br /&gt;Well, I am not ashamed of my middle name and I will gladly share it with all who will read this, but first of all, I must pass on the rules of this game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)  You have to post these rules before you give the facts&lt;br /&gt;2)  You must list one fact that is somehow relevant to your life for each letter of your middle name. If you don’t have a middle name, use the middle name you would have liked to have had.&lt;br /&gt;3)  At the end of your blog post, you need to choose one person for each letter of your middle name to tag. Don’t forget to leave a comment telling them they’re tagged, and to read your blog for the rules.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My middle name is Gay.  My mother always told me it meant happy and that she and dad were so happy when I was born that they decided to name me Denise Gay.  This world has somehow given this name a derogatory connotation.  Oh well, John didn't always mean "John" either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G - Gay.  No, no, like that.  Webster defines gay as:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span class="me"&gt;   gay&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="pronset"&gt; &lt;img class="luna-Img" src="http://cache.lexico.com/dictionary/graphics/luna/thinsp.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span class="show_ipapr" style="display: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="prondelim"&gt;/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="pron"&gt;geɪ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="prondelim"&gt;/&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a class="pronlink" onclick="pk = window.open('/help/luna/IPA_pron_key.html', 'PronunciationKey','height=700,width=560,left=0,top=0,resizable,scrollbars');if(pk){pk.focus();}" onmouseout="status='';return true;" onmouseover="status='Click for pronunciation key';return true;" title="Click for pronunciation key"&gt;Pronunciation Key&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="pron_toggle" style="display: inline;"&gt;&lt;span class="prondelim"&gt; - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="pronlink" onclick="javascript:show_sp()" onmouseout="status='';return true;" onmouseover="status='Click to toggle pronunciation';return true;" title="Click to show spelled pronunciation"&gt;Show Spelled Pronunciation&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="show_spellpr" style="display: inline;"&gt;&lt;span class="prondelim"&gt;[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="pron"&gt;gey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="prondelim"&gt;]&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a class="pronlink" onclick="pk = window.open('/help/luna/Spell_pron_key.html', 'PronunciationKey','height=700,width=560,left=0,top=0,resizable,scrollbars');if(pk){pk.focus();}" onmouseout="status='';return true;" onmouseover="status='Click for pronunciation key';return true;" title="Click for pronunciation key"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="pron_toggle" style="display: inline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="pg"&gt;adjective,  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="secondary-bf"&gt;-er, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="secondary-bf"&gt;-est, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="pg"&gt;noun, adverb &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="pg"&gt;–adjective  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;table class="luna-Ent"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="dn" valign="top"&gt;   1.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;having or showing a merry, lively mood: &lt;span class="ital-inline"&gt;gay spirits; gay music. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;  &lt;table class="luna-Ent"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="dn" valign="top"&gt;   2.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;bright or showy: &lt;span class="ital-inline"&gt;gay colors; gay ornaments. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;  &lt;table class="luna-Ent"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="dn" valign="top"&gt;   3.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;given to or abounding in social or other pleasures: &lt;span class="ital-inline"&gt;a gay social season. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;        (If you want to see the rest of the definition, you'll have to check Webster yourself)&lt;br /&gt;A - Active.  I am active at home, at work, with my family, at church and with school activities. I       have also been actively exercising lately, trying to lose the pounds I put on this past year.&lt;br /&gt;Y - Young at heart.  I have always felt young for my age and yet I think I'm the oldest mom&lt;br /&gt;       of  Johnny's friends parents (does that make sense?)  Oh well, the old saying is true that          you're as young as you feel and I pray God continues to bless me with good health and I              thank Him for my loving husband, children and grandchildren who keep me young.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I tag La Familia Magee, Just News from Joan and Laiya.  Have Fun!  You're It!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2575053670330024424-8292570116712837612?l=denisedieleman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denisedieleman.blogspot.com/feeds/8292570116712837612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2575053670330024424&amp;postID=8292570116712837612' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575053670330024424/posts/default/8292570116712837612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575053670330024424/posts/default/8292570116712837612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denisedieleman.blogspot.com/2007/10/ive-been-tagged-3-times.html' title='I&apos;ve been tagged - 3 Times!'/><author><name>denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03018855319374042177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2575053670330024424.post-4729047148170315555</id><published>2007-08-27T22:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-01T10:48:36.204-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Mom!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SKUHOZ_zoHs/Rtl4lB8E_SI/AAAAAAAAAEk/fGmgkzQhKQ8/s1600-h/%21cid_69B7B3F1-8167-426D-BD6E-553252B2886D%40local.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SKUHOZ_zoHs/Rtl4lB8E_SI/AAAAAAAAAEk/fGmgkzQhKQ8/s400/%21cid_69B7B3F1-8167-426D-BD6E-553252B2886D%40local.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105244230172081442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I think of my mom, so many images and memories come to mind.  My earliest memory of my mom is at the cottage.  She was painting the front door when I climbed onto the counter (against her wishes), took the plate I wanted out of the cupboard, stepped back on to the stool and it tipped over.  I managed to cut my chin open on the plate and needed to get to the hospital for stitches.  We made the one hour trip to GR and I received 17 stitches in the shape of a backwards "L".  On the way back to the cottage, mom stopped at the Ice Cream shop in Cedar Springs and I got a butterscotch sundae.  This memory is so vivid.&lt;br /&gt;I also remember the time dad punished me and sent me to my room without dinner.  After he left for a school board meeting, mom came up to my room with dinner for me.  Dad never knew about that until many years later!&lt;br /&gt;Mom was always home when we got home from school.  She was usually watching General Hospital.   I remember her ironing absolutely everything, even the bed sheets and dad's undershirts!  Our home was always open to our friends.   Mom and Dad did a lot of entertaining.  Sunday nights were often spent with other families from our church.  The summer was always busy at the cottage too.  Family reunions, company picnics and many other friends were always welcome and mom would have lots of good food and dad would do the grilling.&lt;br /&gt;Every summer my mom and sisters and I go on a girls overnighter.  We just got back this year from Indiana where we had a wonderful time visiting the Amish, attending a gospel music show and just having a good time and a lot of laughs.&lt;br /&gt;Mom has been a source of strength and a wonderful role model for me.   She has seen many good times and many difficult times.  She has been blessed financially and her generosity is overwhelming.  She has been blessed with two wonderful husbands and she will be the first to tell anyone that!  Above all, she has been blessed with good health and a wonderful, loving spirit.&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to take this space and time to let you know what a blessing my mother is to me.  I want to wish her a happy 81st birthday this Sunday, September 2.  I pray that God continues to bless her with many more years of happiness and good health.  Thank you mom for who you are.  I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SKUHOZ_zoHs/Rtl40x8E_TI/AAAAAAAAAEs/02ebaqhRCrM/s1600-h/Marv+%26+Louise+B.%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SKUHOZ_zoHs/Rtl40x8E_TI/AAAAAAAAAEs/02ebaqhRCrM/s400/Marv+%26+Louise+B.%5B1%5D" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105244500755021106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                    Mom and Dad (in Paris maybe?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SKUHOZ_zoHs/RtOCth8E_RI/AAAAAAAAAEc/I7SADqGT9mM/s1600-h/Mother%27s+Day+2007+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SKUHOZ_zoHs/RtOCth8E_RI/AAAAAAAAAEc/I7SADqGT9mM/s400/Mother%27s+Day+2007+015.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103566521456983314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                Mom and Rich on Mother's Day, 2007&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2575053670330024424-4729047148170315555?l=denisedieleman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denisedieleman.blogspot.com/feeds/4729047148170315555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2575053670330024424&amp;postID=4729047148170315555' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575053670330024424/posts/default/4729047148170315555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575053670330024424/posts/default/4729047148170315555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denisedieleman.blogspot.com/2007/08/happy-birthday-mom.html' title='Happy Birthday Mom!'/><author><name>denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03018855319374042177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SKUHOZ_zoHs/Rtl4lB8E_SI/AAAAAAAAAEk/fGmgkzQhKQ8/s72-c/%21cid_69B7B3F1-8167-426D-BD6E-553252B2886D%40local.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2575053670330024424.post-6452899420883213366</id><published>2007-07-30T21:22:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-30T23:14:57.768-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Where is the summer going?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SKUHOZ_zoHs/Rq6l64J9vkI/AAAAAAAAACk/b7odpusVxZc/s1600-h/Kate.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SKUHOZ_zoHs/Rq6l64J9vkI/AAAAAAAAACk/b7odpusVxZc/s400/Kate.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093190659527786050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                                                                                                            Katie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SKUHOZ_zoHs/Rq6looJ9vjI/AAAAAAAAACc/ZuRw0V5n-Qs/s1600-h/Nicholas+and+his+doughnuts.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SKUHOZ_zoHs/Rq6looJ9vjI/AAAAAAAAACc/ZuRw0V5n-Qs/s400/Nicholas+and+his+doughnuts.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093190345995173426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                         Nicholas thinking "don't even think about taking one!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SKUHOZ_zoHs/Rq6lA4J9viI/AAAAAAAAACU/onvbHny1oks/s1600-h/Johnny+and+Kevin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SKUHOZ_zoHs/Rq6lA4J9viI/AAAAAAAAACU/onvbHny1oks/s400/Johnny+and+Kevin.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093189663095373346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                                                                     Johnny and his friend, Kevin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SKUHOZ_zoHs/Rq6krYJ9vhI/AAAAAAAAACM/3Zxeh1znyBU/s1600-h/Stella+and+Amy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SKUHOZ_zoHs/Rq6krYJ9vhI/AAAAAAAAACM/3Zxeh1znyBU/s400/Stella+and+Amy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093189293728185874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                                                                                         Amy and Stella&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SKUHOZ_zoHs/Rq6kToJ9vgI/AAAAAAAAACE/IayRhLH6_i8/s1600-h/Stella.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SKUHOZ_zoHs/Rq6kToJ9vgI/AAAAAAAAACE/IayRhLH6_i8/s400/Stella.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093188885706292738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                                                                                                            Stella&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SKUHOZ_zoHs/Rq6kAYJ9vfI/AAAAAAAAAB8/LRGKxZAMf0o/s1600-h/Scott+and+Nicholas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SKUHOZ_zoHs/Rq6kAYJ9vfI/AAAAAAAAAB8/LRGKxZAMf0o/s400/Scott+and+Nicholas.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093188554993810930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                                                                             Nicholas and his daddy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SKUHOZ_zoHs/Rq6jiYJ9veI/AAAAAAAAAB0/5g_Svb6gSGg/s1600-h/Grampa+and+the+kids+on+the+golf+cart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SKUHOZ_zoHs/Rq6jiYJ9veI/AAAAAAAAAB0/5g_Svb6gSGg/s400/Grampa+and+the+kids+on+the+golf+cart.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093188039597735394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                              Gramps on the golf cart with Chase, Joy, Stella, Drew, Zoe and Nicholas.  They are waving hello to Madison and Alex.  Everyone misses them so much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SKUHOZ_zoHs/Rq6i6oJ9vdI/AAAAAAAAABs/YFRmfwW5u6g/s1600-h/Swinging.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SKUHOZ_zoHs/Rq6i6oJ9vdI/AAAAAAAAABs/YFRmfwW5u6g/s400/Swinging.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093187356697935314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                                                             "Grampoo" swinging with Stella&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, where is the summer going?  I can't believe August is just around the corner!  I've had alot of things I wanted to blog about the past few weeks, but you have to understand, not too much time goes by without computer or internet problems at my house.  Also, I spent two weeks at the cottage without the internet.  So, that's my excuse for not posting a blog for such a long time.   My sweet daughter-in-law set up a new internet connection for me so now I can post!  (Aren't you lucky!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One month and 3 days ago, Lia, Scott, Madison and Alex got on a plane for the long flight to Johannesburg, South Africa.  This was after they had a garage sale, sold their house and loaded up a storage unit with all their earthly possessions.   Family and friends came together to wish them well and say goodbye at a going away party.  We also celebrated Lia's 30th birthday one month early.  It was alot of fun.  Many tears were shed that night and even more at the airport, but they definately feel God led them on this adventure and are trusting He has great plans for them in SA.  We pray God continues to lead them daily as they try to find a comfortable, welcoming church, as Maddie goes to school, as Scott attempts to work in a very different environment and as Lia spends her days entertaining Alex and trying not to get too lonely for friends and family.  We were looking  at the stepping stones the kids made few years ago and Lia and Scott's says "Bloom where you're planted".  Pretty appropriate, don't you think?  I'm sure they will!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day before Lia, Scott, Maddie and Alex left, Amy and Stella arrived in Grand Rapids from Washington DC.  They wanted to be able to say good-bye to each other.  Amy and Stella stayed with us for 3 wonderful weeks.  On the 28th of June, we loaded up and went to the cottage on Big Whitefish Lake for 2 weeks.  Katie, Scott and Nicholas joined us, and Dan, Michelle, Chase, Drew and Joy and Arianna were with us week two.  Betsy and Nick came up on the weekends.  We had such a wonderful time and beautiful weather.   Time always goes too quickly when we're at the lake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 28th of June was also our 16th anniversary.  Can you believe it?!  When I even try to think of the events of the past 16 years, I'm overwhelmed.  We have 8 wonderful children, 4 terrific "in-laws" who are such a special part of this clan, and 8 beautiful, precious grandchildren (with one more on the way!).  God has truly blessed us in so many ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I'm back in my "routine" at home, I hope to blog on a regular basis.  I'm posting some pics of the past few weeks because Maddie and Alex will be checking tomorrow!  I love you and miss you!  Enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2575053670330024424-6452899420883213366?l=denisedieleman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denisedieleman.blogspot.com/feeds/6452899420883213366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2575053670330024424&amp;postID=6452899420883213366' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575053670330024424/posts/default/6452899420883213366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575053670330024424/posts/default/6452899420883213366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denisedieleman.blogspot.com/2007/07/where-is-summer-going.html' title='Where is the summer going?'/><author><name>denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03018855319374042177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SKUHOZ_zoHs/Rq6l64J9vkI/AAAAAAAAACk/b7odpusVxZc/s72-c/Kate.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2575053670330024424.post-611382879516300969</id><published>2007-06-08T22:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-08T23:54:00.697-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Tribute to my Dad'/><title type='text'>A Tribute to my Dad</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SKUHOZ_zoHs/RmodnEWvNwI/AAAAAAAAABk/FcErbUKFcM4/s1600-h/ski+lift+1969.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073900487207499522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SKUHOZ_zoHs/RmodnEWvNwI/AAAAAAAAABk/FcErbUKFcM4/s400/ski+lift+1969.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me and my dad on the Skylift in Gatlinburg Tennessee, July 1969&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I've been thinking alot about my dad the past few weeks. Even more so than usual. Maybe it's because I have a birthday this week and I realize how young he was when he died. Maybe it's because Father's Day is next week. Maybe it's because I heard the song "Mansion Over the Hilltop" recently. I just wanted to share with my blog readers, how special my dad was and how much he has influenced my life.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;He was a tender man. He openly cried when he watched a sad show on TV. He cried standing next to the bed of a small, handicapped boy or when he saw one of his grandkids hurting. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;He was a generous man. Was blessed with so much and willingly, anonymously shared his gifts with so many. Every other year he took his entire family on Spring break vacation. We went to Florida numerous times and even Hawaii the year I was a Sophomore. He helped many families pay for Christian education and hospital bills they couldn't pay.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;He was a funny man. A great sense of humor and was a magnet for people. Everyone loved being around him and he made everyone laugh and feel special.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;He was a friend to more people than I could even know. I remember standing in the line at the funeral home and hearing so many times, "he was my best friend". It seemed that people felt special if they could say they knew him.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;He was a godly man. He was mostly private about his personal faith, but shared it with so many in ways that I don't think he even realized. Sunday was a day set apart in our home. Even in the summer when we were at the cottage, we were not to even sport our swim suits. We were to be an example to those living around us. I have always believed that he knew he was going to die when he did. He shared his feelings with one of his friends and I feel that God gave him a premonition and he was able to prepare himself. He said goodbye to us before he left for Florida that December in a way that he never did before. He was very emotional and I believe he knew he wouldn't be seeing us again.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;He was a family man. I remember him telling me how beautiful he thought my mom was. That always meant so much to me. I always knew he loved me because he was never shy about showing it. He was always hugging and telling me he loved me. Every time we had a few days off from school in the fall, we would go on a road trip, usually to the U.P. I have many memories of those times as a family. In the summer, he would come up to the cottage after working 10-12 hours and would pull me and my friends skiing until we couldn't ski anymore.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;He was a hard-working man. I remember bringing supper to him at his office many nights because he didn't have time to come home. He built his business on hard work and many hours and provided his family with a wonderful life. He left mom without financial worries and his hard work is still helping his entire family to this day. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;My dad was not a perfect man but in my eyes he was the best. I am so proud to say he is my dad.&lt;br /&gt;As father's day approaches, take the time to appreciate your dad and make sure you tell him how much you love him. I wish I could tell my dad one more time, but I'm sure he knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mansion Over the Hilltop&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;                                                 I'm satisfied with, just a cottage below,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;a little silver and a little gold.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;But in that city where the ransomed will shine,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I want a gold one that's silver lined.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I've got a mansion, just over the hilltop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;in that bright land where we'll never grow old.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;And someday yonder we will never more wander&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;but walk on streets that are purest gold.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2575053670330024424-611382879516300969?l=denisedieleman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denisedieleman.blogspot.com/feeds/611382879516300969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2575053670330024424&amp;postID=611382879516300969' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575053670330024424/posts/default/611382879516300969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575053670330024424/posts/default/611382879516300969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denisedieleman.blogspot.com/2007/06/tribute-to-my-dad.html' title='A Tribute to my Dad'/><author><name>denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03018855319374042177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SKUHOZ_zoHs/RmodnEWvNwI/AAAAAAAAABk/FcErbUKFcM4/s72-c/ski+lift+1969.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2575053670330024424.post-4795367072675113162</id><published>2007-05-14T22:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-14T23:25:11.762-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I've Been Tagged!</title><content type='html'>I've been tagged which means I am supposed to reveal 6 things you may not know about me.&lt;br /&gt;I had a hard time thinking of 6 things but here goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have road rage.  It really makes me crazy when people don't drive the way I think they should!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love Southern Gospel music.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My first car was a brand new, 1972 Chevelle SS.  It was blue with white stripes.  Wish I would have kept it!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am spoiled.  Always have been.  (You're thinking, I knew that!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I hate eating off pewter plates.  Makes my teeth hurt.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When I was young, I refused to go potty on a toilet that had a black seat or one that had an open front.  I'm told I rode all the way to Florida without going to the bathroom.  Stubborn?  Maybe...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now, I tag Joan and Amy.  You're it!&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/2575053670330024424-4795367072675113162?l=denisedieleman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denisedieleman.blogspot.com/feeds/4795367072675113162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2575053670330024424&amp;postID=4795367072675113162' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575053670330024424/posts/default/4795367072675113162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575053670330024424/posts/default/4795367072675113162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denisedieleman.blogspot.com/2007/05/ive-been-tagged.html' title='I&apos;ve Been Tagged!'/><author><name>denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03018855319374042177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2575053670330024424.post-4460964674225240135</id><published>2007-05-13T21:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-14T22:02:35.105-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm back!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SKUHOZ_zoHs/RkfH29btEKI/AAAAAAAAAAk/n-vgK1peqxY/s1600-h/the+house+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064236053019037858" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SKUHOZ_zoHs/RkfH29btEKI/AAAAAAAAAAk/n-vgK1peqxY/s200/the+house+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I've been getting quite a bit of flack for being a lame blogger and I'll be the first to admit, I have been. But, there is good reason for that. I've been too busy! Now you're pro&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SKUHOZ_zoHs/RkfHWNbtEJI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Usf2ivqr5fw/s1600-h/the+house+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064235490378322066" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SKUHOZ_zoHs/RkfHWNbtEJI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Usf2ivqr5fw/s200/the+house+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;bably saying, "I'm busy too" and I'm sure you are, but it has been absolutely crazy around here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We finally finished our remodeling of the basement which began in November. It's wonderful and we will certainly get alot of use out of it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SKUHOZ_zoHs/RkfHWNbtEJI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Usf2ivqr5fw/s1600-h/the+house+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We also replaced all the carpet on the main floor with wood laminate. It looks so nice and was worth it, but what alot of work and dust! We've got things cleaned up and even all the windows are washed, now it's outside to get the yard and gardens in order. After the winter, there's always so much to do. The weather has been so nice and I just want to be out there all the time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I've also officially begun my job training at TFC. Sometime within the next couple of weeks, I will be taking over for Lia. I am actually looking forward to it and hope to get organized and in a routine before our time at the cottage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064238655769219266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SKUHOZ_zoHs/RkfKOdbtEMI/AAAAAAAAAA0/VpI4_r4BAac/s200/Mother%27s+Day+2007+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;My Mother's Day Gift From Amy - Apron&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I hope you all had a good Sunday and that all of you who are mothers had a blessed day. Mine was wonderful. It started with a great worship service with most of my family. Then Dad took me out for dinner to First Wok with Betsy, Nick and Johnny. We came home and I made stromboli because we had the family over for supper. Even Grandpa and Grandma Zeeff were here. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SKUHOZ_zoHs/RkfLptbtEPI/AAAAAAAAABM/Sk1VjLARS_0/s1600-h/Mother"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The kids all took their first swim of the season which is always so exciting. All winter they look at the big, green cover and can't wait for Grandpa to take it off in the Spring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My husband and my children are all so thoughtful and sweet and gave me so much love today. I was overwhelmed by it. I am so blessed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SKUHOZ_zoHs/RkfLptbtEPI/AAAAAAAAABM/Sk1VjLARS_0/s1600-h/Mother"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064240223432282354" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SKUHOZ_zoHs/RkfLptbtEPI/AAAAAAAAABM/Sk1VjLARS_0/s200/Mother%27s+Day+2007+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064239892719800546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SKUHOZ_zoHs/RkfLWdbtEOI/AAAAAAAAABE/0At6t3gxksw/s200/Mother%27s+Day+2007+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Chase and Maddie                                                         Johnny and Nicholas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Well, time's a tickin' and I haven't even looked at the Sunday ads yet! Maybe if I used a debit card, I'd have more time to blog....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2575053670330024424-4460964674225240135?l=denisedieleman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denisedieleman.blogspot.com/feeds/4460964674225240135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2575053670330024424&amp;postID=4460964674225240135' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575053670330024424/posts/default/4460964674225240135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575053670330024424/posts/default/4460964674225240135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denisedieleman.blogspot.com/2007/05/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m back!'/><author><name>denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03018855319374042177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SKUHOZ_zoHs/RkfH29btEKI/AAAAAAAAAAk/n-vgK1peqxY/s72-c/the+house+007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2575053670330024424.post-4406569925190536048</id><published>2007-04-17T16:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T19:40:20.755-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Well, I'm finally joining the blog-o-sphere.  I've been inspired by my daughters and my sisters and when I told my daughter Katie about my "mis-hap" from yesterday, she said it would make a great first post on my blog.  (she's been after me to get blogging and debit-carding for quite some time now!)  So, I figured if I had a good place to start, I would get going, at least with the blogging.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Which brings me to yesterday...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;many of you know we have been remodeling our basement, which in turn makes for a mess in the entire house.  The cans in my food pantry were collecting a layer of dust and I had noticed about 10 half eaten bags of miscellaneous chips/pretzels/fritos that no one would eat, I decided it was that time again.  Time to clean the pantry.  A dreaded job, but one that is very rewarding in the end.  As I was going through the things on one shelf, I came across a large box of instant mashed potatoes.  It had been opened for a long time, maybe even years.  There was about one cup of flakes left in the bottom of the box.  I thought I would just dump the old flakes and, being the responsible recycler that I am, I would break down the box and put it in the recycle bin.  The problem came when I was trying to decide where to dump the flakes.  In the wastebasket or in the garbage disposal.  Well, let me tell you, I made the wrong choice.  I dumped them in the disposal, and as you can imagine, when I ran the water to wash them down, they expanded at least 10 fold and then clogged up my entire kitchen drain system.  When I tried to drain the water, I had watered down mashed potatoes all over the kitchen floor and all over my wool kitchen rug.  What a mess!  I panicked because we had just repaired and painted the ceiling in the basement below from a previous leak in the kitchen.  Well, to make a long story short, my brother came to fix the problem and it was more than his equipment could handle.  I needed the "big" machine!  A different service man came from Godwin and was finally able to clear up the problem and I had a mess to clean up.  My minimal task of cleaning the pantry, became a day long mess!  So,take it from me, when in doubt, throw it out in the garbage pail, not the garbage disposal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Anyway, this is my first blog post.  I did it!! Aren't you proud?  Maybe someday I'll even use a debit card!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2575053670330024424-4406569925190536048?l=denisedieleman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denisedieleman.blogspot.com/feeds/4406569925190536048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2575053670330024424&amp;postID=4406569925190536048' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575053670330024424/posts/default/4406569925190536048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575053670330024424/posts/default/4406569925190536048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denisedieleman.blogspot.com/2007/04/well-im-finally-joining-blog-o-sphere.html' title=''/><author><name>denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03018855319374042177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry></feed>
