<?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-2608991741301525217</id><updated>2012-02-16T16:30:10.992-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Raymond Family</title><subtitle type='html'>Mark &amp;amp; Debbie * 
Thank you for the Light you Shine into our Life!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dkraymond.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2608991741301525217/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkraymond.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Deborah Raymond</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6vzseAuD_Nc/SOgXCeZi_OI/AAAAAAAAAC0/LMUbbjV_12g/S220/Debbie.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>23</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2608991741301525217.post-4414292571014907248</id><published>2011-04-09T08:13:00.012-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-09T08:46:00.740-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Success...One "Tasteless" Day at a Time!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z4FHUlmkBzk/TaBuIHg2d2I/AAAAAAAABDs/myjabyiPamk/s1600/gluten-free-symbol.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593591822929000290" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z4FHUlmkBzk/TaBuIHg2d2I/AAAAAAAABDs/myjabyiPamk/s200/gluten-free-symbol.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The outcome of our doctor visit is that Mark and I both have allergies to dairy and gluten with a few other things thrown in there... the irony of the whole thing and the bee in my husband's cap is that his labs were more serious than mine... he was not amused to say the least! He was so sure that he was the pillar of health with a few "tiny" things to work on. Needless to say, I have been amused and not really gloating about it but definitely smiling. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593594040502448738" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 163px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UqHKKuser9A/TaBwJMnj8mI/AAAAAAAABD8/4bDMpCE3Ka4/s200/tired_runner1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Mark is amazing! He has been following doctor's orders perfectly. He's running again, and avoiding all the no-no foods. What a great example. I, on the other hand, have improved my eating but not to the degree he has...and exercise?...UGH... I think it is the longest 4-letter word in the dictionary! I'm working on it though! Sigh! So.... the reason for the title of this post? Have you ever tried gluten-free food? It is basically tasteless! Bless Mark's heart... we were grocery shopping the other day and after we got the fresh produce he said, "We just need to make one more stop in the taste-free aisle." I had to laugh! It really is pretty tasteless.... &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tthp0_lZaxk/TaBt9e2ElDI/AAAAAAAABDk/NMZyN6gj_7c/s1600/dairy%2Bfree.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593591640213460018" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 115px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 115px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tthp0_lZaxk/TaBt9e2ElDI/AAAAAAAABDk/NMZyN6gj_7c/s200/dairy%2Bfree.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and EXPENSIVE!!! Oh my is it expensive! A loaf of gluten free bread is half the size of a regular loaf and costs $5.99! Definitely more than it's worth! I'm trying to figure out how to learn to cook gluten/dairy-free meals that actually taste good! An interesting change in our lives... lots of salads, lots of fruit smoothies, lots of pining for the good old days... but worth the effort to be feeling better!&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/2608991741301525217-4414292571014907248?l=dkraymond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dkraymond.blogspot.com/feeds/4414292571014907248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2608991741301525217&amp;postID=4414292571014907248' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2608991741301525217/posts/default/4414292571014907248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2608991741301525217/posts/default/4414292571014907248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkraymond.blogspot.com/2011/04/successone-tasteless-day-at-time.html' title='Success...One &quot;Tasteless&quot; Day at a Time!'/><author><name>Deborah Raymond</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6vzseAuD_Nc/SOgXCeZi_OI/AAAAAAAAAC0/LMUbbjV_12g/S220/Debbie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z4FHUlmkBzk/TaBuIHg2d2I/AAAAAAAABDs/myjabyiPamk/s72-c/gluten-free-symbol.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2608991741301525217.post-8717548920985677040</id><published>2011-02-24T13:14:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-24T13:19:44.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mission Impossible...Almost!!!</title><content type='html'>Getting my husband to the doctor has been quite the fete. I can't think of a photo that would do justice to the amusement it's been trying to convince him he needs a little medical attention! Nothing serious... just a thorough check-up. He thinks he's invincible and while he does have a very strong constitution and brags about it, it's been more than 5 years. He's really trying avoid the colonoscopy thing... Anyway...we found a doctor that may be able to help! Yea Sara... and Ronda... for encouraging and finding the right person. We both had blood drawn last week for several tests... this doctor comes highly recommended and even has several celebrity patients... sorry Dr. Porter that Mark and I are the country bumpkins of your practice... but just you wait and see what we look like when we feel better.... to be continued!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2608991741301525217-8717548920985677040?l=dkraymond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dkraymond.blogspot.com/feeds/8717548920985677040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2608991741301525217&amp;postID=8717548920985677040' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2608991741301525217/posts/default/8717548920985677040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2608991741301525217/posts/default/8717548920985677040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkraymond.blogspot.com/2011/02/mission-impossiblealmost.html' title='Mission Impossible...Almost!!!'/><author><name>Deborah Raymond</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6vzseAuD_Nc/SOgXCeZi_OI/AAAAAAAAAC0/LMUbbjV_12g/S220/Debbie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2608991741301525217.post-8049164090081272639</id><published>2011-02-13T07:52:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-13T07:59:39.010-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Been a While...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YiyZvj3zZrs/TVfx0MD9nJI/AAAAAAAABCU/xRM6RncazHI/s1600/clock.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573188942787615890" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 192px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YiyZvj3zZrs/TVfx0MD9nJI/AAAAAAAABCU/xRM6RncazHI/s200/clock.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Since moving I check email a couple of times a week if I'm lucky and rarely have time to read all the blogs I love. I miss you all just so you know. .... In addition to Mark being the ward mission leader and I as his ward missionary companion, we were also asked to be the committee chairs over activities and music for Trek this summer and I teach Relief Society... oh... and Mark is a Temple worker on Friday mornings. He gets up before 4, is there by 5, works until 11:30, has time to come home and eat and occasionally a quick nap before he's at work at 1. Sometimes I want to cry at how hard he works and yet the blessings of his Temple service are palpabale... what a gift, and true to the Lord's way, it ends up being no sacrifice at all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2608991741301525217-8049164090081272639?l=dkraymond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dkraymond.blogspot.com/feeds/8049164090081272639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2608991741301525217&amp;postID=8049164090081272639' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2608991741301525217/posts/default/8049164090081272639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2608991741301525217/posts/default/8049164090081272639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkraymond.blogspot.com/2011/02/its-been-while.html' title='It&apos;s Been a While...'/><author><name>Deborah Raymond</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6vzseAuD_Nc/SOgXCeZi_OI/AAAAAAAAAC0/LMUbbjV_12g/S220/Debbie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YiyZvj3zZrs/TVfx0MD9nJI/AAAAAAAABCU/xRM6RncazHI/s72-c/clock.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2608991741301525217.post-4132965160195430616</id><published>2010-12-27T12:23:00.009-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-27T15:22:22.457-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry-Merry, Happy-Happy and I LOVE Spring!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6vzseAuD_Nc/TRkQlL7BduI/AAAAAAAABBk/enR7oXa6JAM/s1600/christ-breaking-bread-sacrament.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555489846379771618" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 258px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6vzseAuD_Nc/TRkQlL7BduI/AAAAAAAABBk/enR7oXa6JAM/s320/christ-breaking-bread-sacrament.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We had a lovely Christmas and we are planning on a Happy New Year! The children were here on Christmas Eve and we had a wonderful time. We had fondue, (thanks to Terri Davis and all the necessary pots and forks,) and it was a big hit with the children. They asked if we'd be willing to do something early in the day as they wanted to go to a movie in the early evening. Of course we did. I wasn't really excited about it but it turned out very nice. Jill sent a text that read, "Best Christmas ever with you two." Maybe they are finally getting used to their dad's wife. Christmas Day was interesting...to say the least. All our guests, except one, cancelled on us. Mark's mother is the only one who came to dinner... Turns out it was a blessing as we learned some interesting details about what's been happening for her... sad details but details a son needs to know in order to take care of his mother. As this year draws to a close we are looking forward to a new one and fresh starts... I suppose if the truth be known, which is testimony &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6vzseAuD_Nc/TRkQfS3SgdI/AAAAAAAABBc/N6Ht-pJlhOc/s1600/sacrament.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555489745163944402" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 280px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 277px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6vzseAuD_Nc/TRkQfS3SgdI/AAAAAAAABBc/N6Ht-pJlhOc/s320/sacrament.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;to some of us, because of the atonement which is symbolized by the sacred emblems of the Sacrament at the Supper of the Lord each Sunday, every week is a fresh start! Whew! I love to feel clean! I suppose that's also why I love Spring so much too... a fresh, beautiful, new beginning! Not that it's even close. In fact, the first official day of winter was only a week ago. I guess that just means it's always Spring in my heart! Our love to all! We are so grateful for the light and love you shine into our lives!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2608991741301525217-4132965160195430616?l=dkraymond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dkraymond.blogspot.com/feeds/4132965160195430616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2608991741301525217&amp;postID=4132965160195430616' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2608991741301525217/posts/default/4132965160195430616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2608991741301525217/posts/default/4132965160195430616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkraymond.blogspot.com/2010/12/merry-merry-happy-happy-and-i-love.html' title='Merry-Merry, Happy-Happy and I LOVE Spring!'/><author><name>Deborah Raymond</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6vzseAuD_Nc/SOgXCeZi_OI/AAAAAAAAAC0/LMUbbjV_12g/S220/Debbie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6vzseAuD_Nc/TRkQlL7BduI/AAAAAAAABBk/enR7oXa6JAM/s72-c/christ-breaking-bread-sacrament.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2608991741301525217.post-6445866430074216298</id><published>2010-12-14T13:24:00.012-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-14T13:40:39.230-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Almost Christmas Break....Ahhhhhh!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550639171073606994" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6vzseAuD_Nc/TQfU6uQ2BVI/AAAAAAAABAo/ibVjtEJNS64/s320/downsized_Pointsettia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;The students have actually been quite well behaved as the days before Christmas count down. I often wonder what I was really like at their age... I'm sure my memory remembers me more perfect than I actually was... oh my! The two photos are little crafts one of the other 5th grade teachers helped them do... I do the music, she does the art&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6vzseAuD_Nc/TQfU1R2c99I/AAAAAAAABAg/c2TEajK5myM/s1600/downsized_Lanterns.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550639077547374546" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6vzseAuD_Nc/TQfU1R2c99I/AAAAAAAABAg/c2TEajK5myM/s320/downsized_Lanterns.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;....which really works for me. Because I'm in a portable, I have to find creative ways of displaying their creations... Here's to the construction paper Pointsettias and the colored lamps made with Karo Syrup and food coloring! Luckily the teacher had learned over the years how to minimize the sticky mess and the kids loved licking their fingers. It was not recommended but after one person did the rest followed! Oh those days adventurous days of childhood!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2608991741301525217-6445866430074216298?l=dkraymond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dkraymond.blogspot.com/feeds/6445866430074216298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2608991741301525217&amp;postID=6445866430074216298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2608991741301525217/posts/default/6445866430074216298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2608991741301525217/posts/default/6445866430074216298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkraymond.blogspot.com/2010/12/almost-christmas-breakahhhhhh.html' title='Almost Christmas Break....Ahhhhhh!'/><author><name>Deborah Raymond</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6vzseAuD_Nc/SOgXCeZi_OI/AAAAAAAAAC0/LMUbbjV_12g/S220/Debbie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6vzseAuD_Nc/TQfU6uQ2BVI/AAAAAAAABAo/ibVjtEJNS64/s72-c/downsized_Pointsettia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2608991741301525217.post-5945933040145190916</id><published>2010-11-27T07:39:00.041-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-27T09:00:48.594-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mark's Big Proud Italian Family</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6vzseAuD_Nc/TPEdPfIkl_I/AAAAAAAAA7w/mXntnocwoDA/s1600/1113001730.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544244768162486258" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6vzseAuD_Nc/TPEdPfIkl_I/AAAAAAAAA7w/mXntnocwoDA/s200/1113001730.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If the title of this post seems a little like the movie title, My Big Fat Greek Wedding, it's supposed to. The middle of November, Mark and I flew to Sacramento to celebrate his aunt's 90th birthday. Our weekend can be summed up by saying that &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6vzseAuD_Nc/TPEe0Sb8TtI/AAAAAAAAA8w/p6e2Zjo2VqI/s1600/1113001728.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544246499920858834" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6vzseAuD_Nc/TPEe0Sb8TtI/AAAAAAAAA8w/p6e2Zjo2VqI/s200/1113001728.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;it was a lot like the movie, My Big Fat Greek Wedding but they are Italian and it was a birthday celebration instead of a wedding. It was obvious they are proud of their heritage and they love each other! Mark got to see relatives he hasn't seen in 20, and some, 30 years.&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&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&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Most people are surprised to learn that &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6vzseAuD_Nc/TPEeBHC3XfI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/bE0HiYLK9-Y/s1600/1113001732.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544245620689559026" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6vzseAuD_Nc/TPEeBHC3XfI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/bE0HiYLK9-Y/s200/1113001732.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mark's paternal grandfather is from Italy... must be that strawberry blonde hair and fair skin disguise he wears... That would be from the Irish part of the family. So... there you have it... my Irish Italian husband. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6vzseAuD_Nc/TPEh_C3DTDI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/qHoZ9clJmoU/s1600/1113001940.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544249983253040178" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6vzseAuD_Nc/TPEh_C3DTDI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/qHoZ9clJmoU/s200/1113001940.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mark's father and brother both have the darker Italian coloring with olive skin tones and dark hair. Mark's mom is also a brunette so you can imagine that Mark thought for the longest time that he was adopted. When he was 8 years old he finally met an uncle, his father's brother, and finally felt like he &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6vzseAuD_Nc/TPEi8Zva8tI/AAAAAAAAA-w/MwDybz9EKgU/s1600/1113001729a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544251037367071442" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6vzseAuD_Nc/TPEi8Zva8tI/AAAAAAAAA-w/MwDybz9EKgU/s200/1113001729a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;actually belonged. I wish I had a then-and-now photo of Mark and his Uncle Harvey but the nearly 50 years later version will have to do. Mark also looks like his father's sister, Aunt Jean. She has the most beautiful red hair. She is also the one who helped make it possbile for us to &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544250218225119282" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6vzseAuD_Nc/TPEiMuMwsDI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/4Wbwt5_Hw7I/s200/1113001727.jpg" border="0" /&gt;join the festivities. I have this little connection with her... not sure if i&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6vzseAuD_Nc/TPEdm9t3j7I/AAAAAAAAA8I/4aHRoW1K5c8/s1600/1113001728.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;t goes both ways but I really love being around her and love when she comes to visit. I just used the camera on my phone and set the flash on auto... sadly, there is still a &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6vzseAuD_Nc/TPEnL4Z19MI/AAAAAAAAA_4/CCg4YEsbI00/s1600/Dining%2BTable.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544255701342614722" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6vzseAuD_Nc/TPEnL4Z19MI/AAAAAAAAA_4/CCg4YEsbI00/s200/Dining%2BTable.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;blue cast to lots of the pictures...and blury... I've got to learn to hold my breath...sigh! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The other, queenly lady in the picture with Mark is his Aunt Nadine. On the way there I was wondering what 90 would look like. She is amazing. Very active. Walks upright with no assistance of any kind. She swears by shuffleboard twice a week. Says you've just got to keep moving. She's lovely. The two smiling ladies are Harvey's daughters, Stormy and Julie. Nadine has 3 daughters, Pam, Debbie (the original Debbie Raymond) and Michelle. I didn't get pictures of them for some reason. We're hoping others share...so many people there to celebrate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the photos are of Pam's home. She is Nadine's oldest daughter and hosted the dinner celebration in her beautiful home. We had a wonderful time!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6vzseAuD_Nc/TPEj32H0KPI/AAAAAAAAA_g/z4atxPVpcLk/s1600/1113001731.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544252058597861618" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6vzseAuD_Nc/TPEj32H0KPI/AAAAAAAAA_g/z4atxPVpcLk/s200/1113001731.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6vzseAuD_Nc/TPEmtKKxd9I/AAAAAAAAA_o/5Dt7Mww4dxA/s1600/Familyroom%2BFireplace.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6vzseAuD_Nc/TPEizT22CpI/AAAAAAAAA-o/r81jMKUb8ws/s1600/1113001729.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544250881168771730" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6vzseAuD_Nc/TPEizT22CpI/AAAAAAAAA-o/r81jMKUb8ws/s200/1113001729.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6vzseAuD_Nc/TPEm6VLR7jI/AAAAAAAAA_w/KePFIdDQGQM/s1600/Guest%2BBedroom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544255399828516402" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6vzseAuD_Nc/TPEm6VLR7jI/AAAAAAAAA_w/KePFIdDQGQM/s200/Guest%2BBedroom.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6vzseAuD_Nc/TPEjj59AB1I/AAAAAAAAA_I/m32_VJjvDqo/s1600/1113001804c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544251716028860242" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6vzseAuD_Nc/TPEjj59AB1I/AAAAAAAAA_I/m32_VJjvDqo/s200/1113001804c.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544251419295911394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6vzseAuD_Nc/TPEjSoiWjeI/AAAAAAAAA_A/EF5PFmFNOFI/s200/1113001805b.jpg" border="0" /&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&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&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/2608991741301525217-5945933040145190916?l=dkraymond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dkraymond.blogspot.com/feeds/5945933040145190916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2608991741301525217&amp;postID=5945933040145190916' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2608991741301525217/posts/default/5945933040145190916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2608991741301525217/posts/default/5945933040145190916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkraymond.blogspot.com/2010/11/marks-big-proud-italian-family.html' title='Mark&apos;s Big Proud Italian Family'/><author><name>Deborah Raymond</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6vzseAuD_Nc/SOgXCeZi_OI/AAAAAAAAAC0/LMUbbjV_12g/S220/Debbie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6vzseAuD_Nc/TPEdPfIkl_I/AAAAAAAAA7w/mXntnocwoDA/s72-c/1113001730.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2608991741301525217.post-5318590870739359472</id><published>2010-11-24T08:03:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-24T08:24:28.633-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Journal</title><content type='html'>The past couple of years I got really good at my journal because I loved copying and pasting my blog into it. I wrote in it as well. Lately, things have been so hectic and yet the counsel to keep a journal has not been rescinded. I've worried that no one especially cares what I have to say or that maybe they care but don't really have time....and then I realized that's not really what matters. I have no idea if anyone will find, read, or care about this blog but I know I enjoy it once in a while and that it definitely motivates me to keep a journal... &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6vzseAuD_Nc/TO0uE04AtjI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/y7zMbyhImRM/s1600/herbs-spices.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543137376810874418" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6vzseAuD_Nc/TO0uE04AtjI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/y7zMbyhImRM/s200/herbs-spices.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So! Here's my committment to journaling just because I've been counseled to. If you happened here and care to stay a while, I &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6vzseAuD_Nc/TO0r1Cqvf0I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/Mc2LDbdrkHE/s1600/cinnamon-tea-2-375x500.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;hope it's uplifting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Holidays are always tender times for me. It will be 20 years this December since my Mom graduated to Heaven. I always have spices, (cinnamon, cloves, ginger, sometimes orange rinds) simmering on the stove. It's like comfort food...only comfort smells. It reminds me of her! At this time of Thanksgiving, I am grateful for her example and her testimony. There was no question for any of her posterity that she loved the Lord. Thank you, Mother, for you amazing example.&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/2608991741301525217-5318590870739359472?l=dkraymond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dkraymond.blogspot.com/feeds/5318590870739359472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2608991741301525217&amp;postID=5318590870739359472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2608991741301525217/posts/default/5318590870739359472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2608991741301525217/posts/default/5318590870739359472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkraymond.blogspot.com/2010/11/my-journal.html' title='My Journal'/><author><name>Deborah Raymond</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6vzseAuD_Nc/SOgXCeZi_OI/AAAAAAAAAC0/LMUbbjV_12g/S220/Debbie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6vzseAuD_Nc/TO0uE04AtjI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/y7zMbyhImRM/s72-c/herbs-spices.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2608991741301525217.post-1555051459817968720</id><published>2010-09-22T17:14:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T17:19:21.508-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I Haven't Posted Since May! Oh My!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6vzseAuD_Nc/TJqO2K2PlJI/AAAAAAAAA6U/3oiTIBC4AL8/s1600/fall-of-autumn-leaves-wallpaper.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519881354571912338" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6vzseAuD_Nc/TJqO2K2PlJI/AAAAAAAAA6U/3oiTIBC4AL8/s400/fall-of-autumn-leaves-wallpaper.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I just saw that my last post was late in May... Wow! Time has flown since it will be 4 months to the day tomorrow.... that's not such a great thing since I was using my blog as part of my journal... a huge part! Ooops! There's the confession... I haven't written in my journal either! Oh dear! Here's to turning over a new leaf! Or would that be a fall leaf? I'll work on it either way!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2608991741301525217-1555051459817968720?l=dkraymond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dkraymond.blogspot.com/feeds/1555051459817968720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2608991741301525217&amp;postID=1555051459817968720' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2608991741301525217/posts/default/1555051459817968720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2608991741301525217/posts/default/1555051459817968720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkraymond.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-havent-posted-since-may-oh-my.html' title='I Haven&apos;t Posted Since May! Oh My!'/><author><name>Deborah Raymond</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6vzseAuD_Nc/SOgXCeZi_OI/AAAAAAAAAC0/LMUbbjV_12g/S220/Debbie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6vzseAuD_Nc/TJqO2K2PlJI/AAAAAAAAA6U/3oiTIBC4AL8/s72-c/fall-of-autumn-leaves-wallpaper.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2608991741301525217.post-6442403652959848714</id><published>2010-05-23T07:17:00.022-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-29T05:27:30.184-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Home</title><content type='html'>This post is purely selfish. I've shared a few times that I copy and paste my blog into my journal. This post is to document the first place Mark and I called home together. It is beautiful and we've loved it here. We would stay if we could. Mark's mom actually owns this beautiful condo in Old Farm and she and her husband (not Mark's dad - Mark's dad passed away many years ago from skin cancer that matastized sp?)...anyway, Betty and Norm want to move back in. The timing is a little challenging for us...everything happened so quickly. Life is full of surprises! I guess our job is to smile through them. The real point of this post is to document our lovely veiws...for posterity...hmmmmmm, now that could prove to be interesting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Our Front Patio and Window&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6vzseAuD_Nc/S_kutP26ltI/AAAAAAAAA58/GqSsE60PaBA/s1600/downsized_0515001914b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474458176931403474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6vzseAuD_Nc/S_kutP26ltI/AAAAAAAAA58/GqSsE60PaBA/s400/downsized_0515001914b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Front Door (didn't notice the reflection until now - funny!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6vzseAuD_Nc/S_kuo77voMI/AAAAAAAAA50/LlfnhsBGYfc/s1600/downsized_0515001914a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474458102863470786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6vzseAuD_Nc/S_kuo77voMI/AAAAAAAAA50/LlfnhsBGYfc/s400/downsized_0515001914a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;View from outside the fence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6vzseAuD_Nc/S_kuids2_VI/AAAAAAAAA5s/oSdVmivjWBk/s1600/downsized_0515001914.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474457991668759890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6vzseAuD_Nc/S_kuids2_VI/AAAAAAAAA5s/oSdVmivjWBk/s400/downsized_0515001914.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This leads along the front of where we live&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6vzseAuD_Nc/S_kuaI6f8QI/AAAAAAAAA5k/_wphSLjyMHg/s1600/downsized_0515001913b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474457848649871618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6vzseAuD_Nc/S_kuaI6f8QI/AAAAAAAAA5k/_wphSLjyMHg/s400/downsized_0515001913b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another view... from the bridge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6vzseAuD_Nc/S_kuWmGhlpI/AAAAAAAAA5c/JD9TZeiJ_0w/s1600/downsized_0515001913a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474457787765462674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6vzseAuD_Nc/S_kuWmGhlpI/AAAAAAAAA5c/JD9TZeiJ_0w/s400/downsized_0515001913a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Bridge (west bridge)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6vzseAuD_Nc/S_kuTfUUqMI/AAAAAAAAA5U/Q_23lArUPuQ/s1600/downsized_0515001913.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474457734404679874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6vzseAuD_Nc/S_kuTfUUqMI/AAAAAAAAA5U/Q_23lArUPuQ/s400/downsized_0515001913.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stream complete with ducks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6vzseAuD_Nc/S_kuQBOSiRI/AAAAAAAAA5M/OSlGRKNF2QY/s1600/downsized_0515001912a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474457674786703634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6vzseAuD_Nc/S_kuQBOSiRI/AAAAAAAAA5M/OSlGRKNF2QY/s400/downsized_0515001912a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking down from the road across from our little place&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6vzseAuD_Nc/S_kuMgEe4XI/AAAAAAAAA5E/y-hotgUp-Cw/s1600/downsized_0515001912.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474457614347592050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6vzseAuD_Nc/S_kuMgEe4XI/AAAAAAAAA5E/y-hotgUp-Cw/s400/downsized_0515001912.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The outdoor pool view as we drive out of our driveway every morning!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6vzseAuD_Nc/S_kt2Ho6u7I/AAAAAAAAA48/lToL532fP5c/s1600/downsized_0515001910.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474457229832403890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6vzseAuD_Nc/S_kt2Ho6u7I/AAAAAAAAA48/lToL532fP5c/s400/downsized_0515001910.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The path we take Sofee on that leads to the East Bridge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6vzseAuD_Nc/S_ktwmgCUrI/AAAAAAAAA40/WHkoZKjmQkc/s1600/downsized_0515001909a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474457135037436594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6vzseAuD_Nc/S_ktwmgCUrI/AAAAAAAAA40/WHkoZKjmQkc/s400/downsized_0515001909a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another section of the complex along the path...complete with American flag!YES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6vzseAuD_Nc/S_ktqV46pkI/AAAAAAAAA4s/EJs8oIukjJE/s1600/downsized_0515001909.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474457027499173442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6vzseAuD_Nc/S_ktqV46pkI/AAAAAAAAA4s/EJs8oIukjJE/s400/downsized_0515001909.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sofee usually bypasses the steps but they are quaint...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6vzseAuD_Nc/S_ktfIPiTBI/AAAAAAAAA4k/fTtfQx4lNcM/s1600/downsized_0515001908.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474456834857389074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6vzseAuD_Nc/S_ktfIPiTBI/AAAAAAAAA4k/fTtfQx4lNcM/s400/downsized_0515001908.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blossoms this spring! They were everywhere!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6vzseAuD_Nc/S_ktarszdvI/AAAAAAAAA4c/-_7RbcRoII0/s1600/downsized_0515001906.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474456758476044018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6vzseAuD_Nc/S_ktarszdvI/AAAAAAAAA4c/-_7RbcRoII0/s400/downsized_0515001906.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stream as it meanders aroung the complex...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6vzseAuD_Nc/S_ktWe2hImI/AAAAAAAAA4U/GlfUVJ0OvNw/s1600/downsized_0515001905b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474456686307648098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6vzseAuD_Nc/S_ktWe2hImI/AAAAAAAAA4U/GlfUVJ0OvNw/s400/downsized_0515001905b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More ducks enjoying the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6vzseAuD_Nc/S_ktQkI9U4I/AAAAAAAAA4M/AYd2L3SWRf4/s1600/downsized_0515001905a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474456584647955330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6vzseAuD_Nc/S_ktQkI9U4I/AAAAAAAAA4M/AYd2L3SWRf4/s400/downsized_0515001905a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The East Bridge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6vzseAuD_Nc/S_ktHmozu7I/AAAAAAAAA4E/T__dwERQ_J4/s1600/downsized_0515001905.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474456430699592626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6vzseAuD_Nc/S_ktHmozu7I/AAAAAAAAA4E/T__dwERQ_J4/s400/downsized_0515001905.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful flowers everywhere!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6vzseAuD_Nc/S_ks_JCNIqI/AAAAAAAAA38/GLO0DkEij1o/s1600/downsized_0515001902.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474456285314097826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6vzseAuD_Nc/S_ks_JCNIqI/AAAAAAAAA38/GLO0DkEij1o/s400/downsized_0515001902.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More spring splendor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6vzseAuD_Nc/S_ks5JcF6mI/AAAAAAAAA30/US1SpVQQX4E/s1600/downsized_0515001901.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474456182343461474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6vzseAuD_Nc/S_ks5JcF6mI/AAAAAAAAA30/US1SpVQQX4E/s400/downsized_0515001901.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Living Room...the picture of the Savior is the first thing Mark and I purchased together!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6vzseAuD_Nc/S_ksrgZTIzI/AAAAAAAAA3s/BN9GFi3usEM/s1600/0515001915.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474455947987591986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6vzseAuD_Nc/S_ksrgZTIzI/AAAAAAAAA3s/BN9GFi3usEM/s400/0515001915.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks for humoring me if you made this far... my regrets to any who will be disappointed that there will be a "round 2"... there is another section of the complex I didn't get to yet... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love to all!&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&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/2608991741301525217-6442403652959848714?l=dkraymond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dkraymond.blogspot.com/feeds/6442403652959848714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2608991741301525217&amp;postID=6442403652959848714' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2608991741301525217/posts/default/6442403652959848714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2608991741301525217/posts/default/6442403652959848714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkraymond.blogspot.com/2010/05/our-home.html' title='Our Home'/><author><name>Deborah Raymond</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6vzseAuD_Nc/SOgXCeZi_OI/AAAAAAAAAC0/LMUbbjV_12g/S220/Debbie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6vzseAuD_Nc/S_kutP26ltI/AAAAAAAAA58/GqSsE60PaBA/s72-c/downsized_0515001914b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2608991741301525217.post-1826027860626183296</id><published>2010-05-09T07:38:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T07:44:33.110-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Every Day is Mother's Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6vzseAuD_Nc/S-a7_XXHfzI/AAAAAAAAA2E/Y-X2Jg1s9p8/s1600/Edwards+family"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469265494765174578" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6vzseAuD_Nc/S-a7_XXHfzI/AAAAAAAAA2E/Y-X2Jg1s9p8/s200/Edwards+family" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Happy Mother's Day! Yesterday my niece got married. I remember when her mother, my youngest sister, was the glowing bride and now she is mother of the bride. Oh my, how time flies! And what a beautiful bride righteous living makes! The bride and groom both were darling and glowing! How exciting for them. And of course, how wonderful that another generation has entered into the sacred covenants of salvation! Way to go little sister! You are a great mom!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2608991741301525217-1826027860626183296?l=dkraymond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dkraymond.blogspot.com/feeds/1826027860626183296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2608991741301525217&amp;postID=1826027860626183296' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2608991741301525217/posts/default/1826027860626183296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2608991741301525217/posts/default/1826027860626183296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkraymond.blogspot.com/2010/05/every-day-is-mothers-day.html' title='Every Day is Mother&apos;s Day!'/><author><name>Deborah Raymond</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6vzseAuD_Nc/SOgXCeZi_OI/AAAAAAAAAC0/LMUbbjV_12g/S220/Debbie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6vzseAuD_Nc/S-a7_XXHfzI/AAAAAAAAA2E/Y-X2Jg1s9p8/s72-c/Edwards+family' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2608991741301525217.post-5076671156278182439</id><published>2010-05-02T08:55:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T09:11:30.425-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye FaceBook, Helloooo FamilySearch</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6vzseAuD_Nc/S92UxuZ8DiI/AAAAAAAAA1s/ZitWVjLSSig/s1600/FamilySearchLogo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466689104688975394" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 87px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6vzseAuD_Nc/S92UxuZ8DiI/AAAAAAAAA1s/ZitWVjLSSig/s200/FamilySearchLogo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I've had this growing feeling pressing in my heart lately...I have my quick-links (that always show on the righthand side of my online computer screen) in alphabetical order...Aesop, BYU Broadcasting, Canyons School District, Church News, Dictionary, Facebook, Family Search ...   THERE!   That's the one! I've noticed I click on Facebook every day to see how you are all doing. I click on FamilySearch now and then. I feel my ancestors prompting my spirit to spend more time on their behalf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As much as I love knowing &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6vzseAuD_Nc/S92UrvggKtI/AAAAAAAAA1k/XYzKzgtXjwo/s1600/facebook-logo-768129.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466689001905728210" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 75px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6vzseAuD_Nc/S92UrvggKtI/AAAAAAAAA1k/XYzKzgtXjwo/s200/facebook-logo-768129.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;what everyone is up to and seeing pictures... I really need to honor this feeling! There are some facebook entries I will really miss... I love the Church's short messages of love and inspiration and there are others but I'm going to spend the summer working on FamilySearch and in the Temple. Maybe later I'll reevaluate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also realized that I enjoy the blogs the most so I'm going to continue blogging (I use my blog for some of my journal entries) and continue keeping up with the blogs I love... Please keep in touch via your own amazing blog or via email! Goodbye facebook.... HELLO FAMILYSEARCH! My love to all....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2608991741301525217-5076671156278182439?l=dkraymond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dkraymond.blogspot.com/feeds/5076671156278182439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2608991741301525217&amp;postID=5076671156278182439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2608991741301525217/posts/default/5076671156278182439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2608991741301525217/posts/default/5076671156278182439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkraymond.blogspot.com/2010/05/goodbye-facebook-helloooo-family-search.html' title='Goodbye FaceBook, Helloooo FamilySearch'/><author><name>Deborah Raymond</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6vzseAuD_Nc/SOgXCeZi_OI/AAAAAAAAAC0/LMUbbjV_12g/S220/Debbie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6vzseAuD_Nc/S92UxuZ8DiI/AAAAAAAAA1s/ZitWVjLSSig/s72-c/FamilySearchLogo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2608991741301525217.post-1600559816260873121</id><published>2010-04-24T06:45:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T06:08:16.608-06:00</updated><title type='text'>RIP Innocence of Youth...</title><content type='html'>Thursday morning a couple of my students told me about another student in my class who had been trying to tell a kindergartener what puberty was. Because there had been a couple of prior incidents that seemed unrelated until now with this "purveyer-of-knowledge-student", I started to document my concerns in an email to the principal. Before I could hit "send" I had to take my students to music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stopped in the restroom, 2 minutes, tops! As I come out of the faculty room I see 6 of my girls waiting for me. They all start gushing information and hand me a note with names and a list of words and phrases. I have to calm them down. We are in the middle of a busy hall intersection that at the moment is empty but voices carry so I direct them down the hall. There is a little bench for me to sit on. I start asking questions and taking notes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, this particular purveyer of knowledge has accomplices. The "vocabulary" list begins with initials and I ask what they mean... all the girls blush... when they describe it for me I realize I know the term and the initials but it's street slang and so far from my use it didn't register until they start telling me... the other words and their meanings are worse...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I get more names and details and inside I'm weeping because moms and dads now have to explain the birds and bees to ten-year olds and help them overcome the filth and disgust they feel because of how they were introduced to it. Goodbye innocence of youth. Whatever happened to the carefree days of just having fun. So sad... one mother even said to me that the light in her daughter's eyes had gone out and not returned yet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was on the phone for what seemed hours. The conversation with the girls' parents was hard and I had to assure them that the principal was aware and an investigation had already begun. The conversation with the boys' parents was harder. I had to tell them the words and gestures their sons had been using at school. And there are consequences...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday felt like a really, really, REALLY long day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2608991741301525217-1600559816260873121?l=dkraymond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dkraymond.blogspot.com/feeds/1600559816260873121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2608991741301525217&amp;postID=1600559816260873121' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2608991741301525217/posts/default/1600559816260873121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2608991741301525217/posts/default/1600559816260873121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkraymond.blogspot.com/2010/04/rip-innocense-of-youth.html' title='RIP Innocence of Youth...'/><author><name>Deborah Raymond</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6vzseAuD_Nc/SOgXCeZi_OI/AAAAAAAAAC0/LMUbbjV_12g/S220/Debbie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2608991741301525217.post-3916536472077375130</id><published>2010-04-10T04:56:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-10T05:17:46.970-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Gifts from Heaven...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6vzseAuD_Nc/S8Bdy-L9ArI/AAAAAAAAA1U/e_QyKLZyUlE/s1600/My+Walk+Through+Heaven.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458465878641017522" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6vzseAuD_Nc/S8Bdy-L9ArI/AAAAAAAAA1U/e_QyKLZyUlE/s200/My+Walk+Through+Heaven.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My father's cousin recently sent me an email and asked me to phone him. When I called, he asked if he and his wife Mary could come by. They brought us a book and a music cd by Kim Rives. Both Mark and I were touched by the story, so much so that we invited many friends and family into our home to hear her share her message. The caption on the back of the book reads, "Kim Rives died of cancer. Heaven sent her back with a message." Her experiences have helped me feel and respond differently to our challenges. Her spirit is kind and gentle and powerful. Kim self-published her book so it is not available in stores. I am sharing information here so you can get a copy for yourself. It is truly worth the cost and the time to read it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've read several books of people who've had near death experiences. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6vzseAuD_Nc/S8Bd4RnCwAI/AAAAAAAAA1c/rGbK9tnL25M/s1600/Kim+Rives.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458465969754259458" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 140px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 179px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6vzseAuD_Nc/S8Bd4RnCwAI/AAAAAAAAA1c/rGbK9tnL25M/s200/Kim+Rives.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One of those was the one by Lance Richardson. I learned about that book from Terri and Brenda several years ago. I've also read others and honestly, each one touched my heart and helped broaden my understanding. I am especially touched by this book, more so than by the others, because of the way she helps me understand the Savior even better. I have been in awe of Him and his atonement for years. I am even more in awe even to the point of beginning to understand the phrase, sore amazed. What a blessing it is to have a testimony of Him. I am more grateful than words can express.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am including links to her webpage where you can buy the book and also to a video clip that will help you feel the beautiful spirit and testimony she shares.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EnRZGLkp2M4"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EnRZGLkp2M4&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://kimrives.com/My_Walk_Through_Heaven/Home.html"&gt;http://kimrives.com/My_Walk_Through_Heaven/Home.html&lt;/a&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/2608991741301525217-3916536472077375130?l=dkraymond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dkraymond.blogspot.com/feeds/3916536472077375130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2608991741301525217&amp;postID=3916536472077375130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2608991741301525217/posts/default/3916536472077375130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2608991741301525217/posts/default/3916536472077375130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkraymond.blogspot.com/2010/04/gifts-from-heaven.html' title='Gifts from Heaven...'/><author><name>Deborah Raymond</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6vzseAuD_Nc/SOgXCeZi_OI/AAAAAAAAAC0/LMUbbjV_12g/S220/Debbie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6vzseAuD_Nc/S8Bdy-L9ArI/AAAAAAAAA1U/e_QyKLZyUlE/s72-c/My+Walk+Through+Heaven.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2608991741301525217.post-3980617883751415863</id><published>2010-03-31T19:58:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T20:03:34.120-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Time for Tulips!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6vzseAuD_Nc/S7P-w16BvpI/AAAAAAAAAwY/pGQ09cNp7B8/s1600/tulips+and+windmill.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454983688733441682" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6vzseAuD_Nc/S7P-w16BvpI/AAAAAAAAAwY/pGQ09cNp7B8/s200/tulips+and+windmill.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Many of you may remember that tulips are one of my favorites... I'm certain part of the reason is that they are some of the first bursts of color after long, drab, cold winters. And, true to the nature of spring weather,&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6vzseAuD_Nc/S7P-pTEoRdI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/KL9ErvmL8Xg/s1600/tulips%2520in%2520a%2520vase%2520a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454983559123584466" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 191px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6vzseAuD_Nc/S7P-pTEoRdI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/KL9ErvmL8Xg/s200/tulips%2520in%2520a%2520vase%2520a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the tulips always get snowed on... bending under the weight of the precipitation (science vocabulary word) and they perk back up and let their light shine! It's definitely tulip time and I'm so excited!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2608991741301525217-3980617883751415863?l=dkraymond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dkraymond.blogspot.com/feeds/3980617883751415863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2608991741301525217&amp;postID=3980617883751415863' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2608991741301525217/posts/default/3980617883751415863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2608991741301525217/posts/default/3980617883751415863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkraymond.blogspot.com/2010/03/time-for-tulips.html' title='Time for Tulips!!'/><author><name>Deborah Raymond</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6vzseAuD_Nc/SOgXCeZi_OI/AAAAAAAAAC0/LMUbbjV_12g/S220/Debbie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6vzseAuD_Nc/S7P-w16BvpI/AAAAAAAAAwY/pGQ09cNp7B8/s72-c/tulips+and+windmill.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2608991741301525217.post-6489256657789961966</id><published>2010-03-19T17:52:00.016-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T20:05:07.135-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The REST of the Story ....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6vzseAuD_Nc/S6QpX52epMI/AAAAAAAAAwA/0gViYDQcaNc/s1600-h/Emma+L.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450526939668194498" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6vzseAuD_Nc/S6QpX52epMI/AAAAAAAAAwA/0gViYDQcaNc/s200/Emma+L.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Some of you know I work in the Young Women's program for my stake. A few weeks ago we attended the 5th Ward Sacrament Mtg. because the young women and their leaders were the whole program. Each young woman and each leader spoke. They also sang a beautiful song we learned for camp last year... which is the real motivation for sharing this story... not the song... camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We needed a new Stake Camp Director. As I sat and listened to each speaker I felt really impressed that one of their leaders was supposed to be called as our Stake Camp Director. I was concerned about it because that ward struggles and they have the best leaders in place to really help the situation. The Spirit persisted and I relented and turned in her name... Emma Leavitt...she gave me permission to share her story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had the privilege of being there when Emma was set apart. The 2nd Counselor in the Stake Presidency invited her husband to stand with him as they laid hands on her head. Afterwords, I thanked her husband for sharing his wife because I knew it was going to take a lot of time and work. He smiled. And then she said, (with tears welling up in her eyes), "We are grateful to serve because we have some challenges and we need the blessings."&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6vzseAuD_Nc/S6QnWo-KIJI/AAAAAAAAAvw/7j5gJ8QkDM8/s1600-h/Brad+Leavitt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450524718933876882" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6vzseAuD_Nc/S6QnWo-KIJI/AAAAAAAAAvw/7j5gJ8QkDM8/s200/Brad+Leavitt.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Little did I know that her challenges include the fact that her husband has been ill and doctors can't figure out what's wrong... Little did I know that three and a half months after they were married he had an unexpected seizure that would change their life forever (that seizure left him in the vulnerable and precarious state of a child and many of the things he'd been doing for years, he had to learn all over again... like walking and personal hygiene). Many people, in and out of the church, told Emma to divorce him. She clung to the hope that their marriage is eternal and that one day he would be fully restored. They have been working with this challenge for 6 years now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Little did I know that their Bishop and both of them received the witness that he would be called home soon. Little did I know that he's already said his goodbyes to his family and friends. Little did I know that the funeral is already planned and that &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6vzseAuD_Nc/S6QncPo6lcI/AAAAAAAAAv4/rV5jtxgRJxE/s1600-h/Emma+Leavitt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450524815213106626" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 141px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 170px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6vzseAuD_Nc/S6QncPo6lcI/AAAAAAAAAv4/rV5jtxgRJxE/s200/Emma+Leavitt.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;they are saving pennies to pay for it. Little did I know that, in a nutshell, she is facing widow-hood at 36. When I learned all of this I wept and I also looked with new perspective at my own challenges. And she sat there in the Presidency office with gratitude in her heart for a calling that will take quite a bit of time because she says it will help her take her focus off of her sorrows.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What an inspiration! And what a testimony to me that the Lord loves His children. In this instance, it's a good thing I didn't know, "&lt;em&gt;the rest of the story&lt;/em&gt;" from the beginning or I might have completely ignored the Spirit... Thank you Emma for your valiant testimony that God blesses and lifts those who serve Him!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2608991741301525217-6489256657789961966?l=dkraymond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dkraymond.blogspot.com/feeds/6489256657789961966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2608991741301525217&amp;postID=6489256657789961966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2608991741301525217/posts/default/6489256657789961966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2608991741301525217/posts/default/6489256657789961966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkraymond.blogspot.com/2010/03/rest-of-story.html' title='The REST of the Story ....'/><author><name>Deborah Raymond</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6vzseAuD_Nc/SOgXCeZi_OI/AAAAAAAAAC0/LMUbbjV_12g/S220/Debbie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6vzseAuD_Nc/S6QpX52epMI/AAAAAAAAAwA/0gViYDQcaNc/s72-c/Emma+L.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2608991741301525217.post-3947135746077872814</id><published>2010-03-06T18:42:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T19:05:54.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'>At Least I Waited Until I Got Home...</title><content type='html'>Early this year the principal came in and asked me to please get my ESL (English as a Second Language) Endorsement. I refused based on the fact that I'd heard many of my collegues over the last few years complain about how time consuming it was. After my year last year, dad passing away, court case with Mark's former spouse, etc... I just wanted a simpler year. Well, he told me they changed the format, that the colleges were no longer involved and that it would take less time. I relented and have had this class nearly every Monday night since school started. I'm down to just three more sections! Woohooo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6vzseAuD_Nc/S5MHgCvHKXI/AAAAAAAAAvo/pdnjwtTwHS8/s1600-h/mbevideo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445704621492742514" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 100px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 169px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6vzseAuD_Nc/S5MHgCvHKXI/AAAAAAAAAvo/pdnjwtTwHS8/s200/mbevideo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Anyway, last week the instructor showed this amazing video of a beautiful Chinese boy experiencing his first day of school in America. With all the hope of a new life, his parents work at a resteraunt late into the night. His mother comes home at 1:00 AM and leaves a shoe box and a card on his bedroom floor. He's pretending to be asleep. After his parents go to bed he gets out of bed, reads the note, puts on the bright yellow tennis shoes and crawls back into bed. He gets up in the morning and makes his own breakfast, walks himself to school and then experiences a really sad day because he doesn't understand English. I can barely type the story here without bringing up all the emotion that little film found inside my heart... I got teary during class but managed to contain the flow to only a few that trickled down each cheek. I really wanted to run out of there and find every sad and lonely child and bring them home to my house...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I got home, I shared the story with Mark... there is a lot more detail than I'm including here. As I told Mark the story, I sobbed. In fact, I cried so hard I gave myself the suck-ups. At least I waited until I got home. I don't know if you can find a copy of this film to view... it was made for educational purposes and is more expensive than a normal video. If possible, it is so very worth the effort and the time because the application is so much more than the original intent! If you do find a copy... maybe you'd better wait until you get home to watch it... truly touching!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2608991741301525217-3947135746077872814?l=dkraymond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dkraymond.blogspot.com/feeds/3947135746077872814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2608991741301525217&amp;postID=3947135746077872814' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2608991741301525217/posts/default/3947135746077872814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2608991741301525217/posts/default/3947135746077872814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkraymond.blogspot.com/2010/03/at-least-i-waited-until-i-got-home.html' title='At Least I Waited Until I Got Home...'/><author><name>Deborah Raymond</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6vzseAuD_Nc/SOgXCeZi_OI/AAAAAAAAAC0/LMUbbjV_12g/S220/Debbie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6vzseAuD_Nc/S5MHgCvHKXI/AAAAAAAAAvo/pdnjwtTwHS8/s72-c/mbevideo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2608991741301525217.post-321557225191495262</id><published>2010-02-26T17:33:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T17:35:51.182-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Had to Share this...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6vzseAuD_Nc/S4ho06XiKMI/AAAAAAAAAvg/JZ6r0XoWGQQ/s1600-h/a%2520little%2520bigger%2520than%2520the%2520tulips%2520300-thumb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442715407907694786" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 162px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6vzseAuD_Nc/S4ho06XiKMI/AAAAAAAAAvg/JZ6r0XoWGQQ/s200/a%2520little%2520bigger%2520than%2520the%2520tulips%2520300-thumb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Melissa had this quote on her blog and I had to share it here for those of you who read this and don't know Melissa... we love her tons... and feel grateful for this quote!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Happiness cannot be traveled to, owned, earned, worn, or consumed. Happiness is the spiritual experience of living every minute with LOVE, GRACE, and GRATITUDE!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2608991741301525217-321557225191495262?l=dkraymond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dkraymond.blogspot.com/feeds/321557225191495262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2608991741301525217&amp;postID=321557225191495262' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2608991741301525217/posts/default/321557225191495262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2608991741301525217/posts/default/321557225191495262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkraymond.blogspot.com/2010/02/had-to-share-this.html' title='Had to Share this...'/><author><name>Deborah Raymond</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6vzseAuD_Nc/SOgXCeZi_OI/AAAAAAAAAC0/LMUbbjV_12g/S220/Debbie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6vzseAuD_Nc/S4ho06XiKMI/AAAAAAAAAvg/JZ6r0XoWGQQ/s72-c/a%2520little%2520bigger%2520than%2520the%2520tulips%2520300-thumb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2608991741301525217.post-7381448803747619763</id><published>2010-02-20T16:20:00.008-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T16:54:59.889-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It Seems Like Only Yesterday...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6vzseAuD_Nc/S4B0vvcFtvI/AAAAAAAAAvY/kUL0hbt6SLo/s1600-h/Jessalyn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440476713400514290" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 130px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 82px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6vzseAuD_Nc/S4B0vvcFtvI/AAAAAAAAAvY/kUL0hbt6SLo/s200/Jessalyn.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It seems like yesterday that the Davis family moved in next door to Ronda and their 2 little children, Braden 8 and Jessalyn 4, were coming over to have dessert cereal with Ronda. It seems like only yesterday that Jessalyn sang, "I'm a Chaquita Banana" with Brittany, Berlyn and Michelle. It seems like only yesterday that Michelle was spending the night with Ronda and I in our apartment so her parents could enjoy an anniversary celebration away for the weekend. It seems like only yesterday they were little girls and now they are both going to be brides... where does the time go? Jessalyn received her endowments this week and she looked radiant... hard to believe in only a month she will be Mrs. Kyle Humphrey. She and her mother have been so gracious to let Ronda and I share in the preparations. I got to &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6vzseAuD_Nc/S4B0paLMZQI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/FdIHvndzpwA/s1600-h/Michelle+and+Michael.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440476604613289218" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6vzseAuD_Nc/S4B0paLMZQI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/FdIHvndzpwA/s200/Michelle+and+Michael.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;help her find a temple dress. Ronda was her escort in the temple, and her real mother will be with her in the bride's room on her wedding day. Thank you Terri for sharing your daughter with us and even calling us her "other mothers". And a couple of months after that Michelle will be Mrs. Michael Hudson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I grew old over night, someone forgot to tell me because it seems like only yesterday...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2608991741301525217-7381448803747619763?l=dkraymond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dkraymond.blogspot.com/feeds/7381448803747619763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2608991741301525217&amp;postID=7381448803747619763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2608991741301525217/posts/default/7381448803747619763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2608991741301525217/posts/default/7381448803747619763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkraymond.blogspot.com/2010/02/it-seems-like-yesterday.html' title='It Seems Like Only Yesterday...'/><author><name>Deborah Raymond</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6vzseAuD_Nc/SOgXCeZi_OI/AAAAAAAAAC0/LMUbbjV_12g/S220/Debbie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6vzseAuD_Nc/S4B0vvcFtvI/AAAAAAAAAvY/kUL0hbt6SLo/s72-c/Jessalyn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2608991741301525217.post-1121268188158260652</id><published>2010-02-02T19:29:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T19:33:00.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Whoah Baby!!!</title><content type='html'>These colors are a little bold for me but I'd thought I'd try it. More important than this template I'm test-driving for a few days is this great link! Please enjoy Andre Bocelli with the Mormon Tabernacle Choir singing, The Lord's Prayer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://god-gives-us-strength.blogspot.com/2009/12/lords-prayer.html"&gt;http://god-gives-us-strength.blogspot.com/2009/12/lords-prayer.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. ...You might need a tissue...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2608991741301525217-1121268188158260652?l=dkraymond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dkraymond.blogspot.com/feeds/1121268188158260652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2608991741301525217&amp;postID=1121268188158260652' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2608991741301525217/posts/default/1121268188158260652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2608991741301525217/posts/default/1121268188158260652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkraymond.blogspot.com/2010/02/whoah-baby.html' title='Whoah Baby!!!'/><author><name>Deborah Raymond</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6vzseAuD_Nc/SOgXCeZi_OI/AAAAAAAAAC0/LMUbbjV_12g/S220/Debbie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2608991741301525217.post-6163715589443456679</id><published>2010-02-01T20:01:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T20:11:01.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny Sacrament Meeting</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, Mark conducted for the first time in his new calling as the 2nd counselor in our Bishopric. He did just fine and had this comical experience. The 2nd counselor in the Young Men's presidency was sitting with 2 of the priests at the sacrament table... from my vantage point it I could see it coming... the counselor and the 2 priests lift the table cloth as the sacrament song starts and their eyes get really large.. they look at each other and then the counselor stands up and walks into the little room at the back... comes out empty handed and kneels down and whispers in Mark's ear that there isn't any bread and he'll run home and get some... Mark whispers to the Bishop, who is hard of hearing and wears hearing aids...so he motions for Mark to write it down... Mark takes a program and at the top writes, No Bread. The Bishop nods and they whisper again. When we finish the sacrament song Mark stands up and says there will be a slight deviation in the program and asks the first speaker to speak. The bread arrived, the organist played another sacrament hymn while the bread was being prepared... the rest of the meeting went as planned... interesting though... Mark just took it all in stride with a big smile on his face!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2608991741301525217-6163715589443456679?l=dkraymond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dkraymond.blogspot.com/feeds/6163715589443456679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2608991741301525217&amp;postID=6163715589443456679' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2608991741301525217/posts/default/6163715589443456679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2608991741301525217/posts/default/6163715589443456679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkraymond.blogspot.com/2010/02/funny-sacrament-meeting.html' title='Funny Sacrament Meeting'/><author><name>Deborah Raymond</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6vzseAuD_Nc/SOgXCeZi_OI/AAAAAAAAAC0/LMUbbjV_12g/S220/Debbie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2608991741301525217.post-3799530912312077832</id><published>2010-01-16T08:45:00.011-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T09:11:28.389-07:00</updated><title type='text'>From Ireland to Exaltation...WooHoo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6vzseAuD_Nc/S1HivyEOTlI/AAAAAAAAAug/ryqrmiJ38FU/s1600-h/FamilySearchLogo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427368336479374930" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 87px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6vzseAuD_Nc/S1HivyEOTlI/AAAAAAAAAug/ryqrmiJ38FU/s200/FamilySearchLogo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There are grander stories than this but not to this particular individaul. My maternal grandfather's family was from Ireland. Of the 9 siblings (grandpa was either 7 or 8 and only 1 sister in that bunch of Irish Catholics) the brother that lived the longest passed away quite a while ago. My family in Utah, attended the viewing and Rosary service. About a year later I had the impression that we needed to do his temple work. I pondered it and over the years made some effort to get things going by trading voice lessons for a dear friend re-entering all my family history on the computer in the PAF program.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My stepmother had entered it and submitted it and I actually pulled it up on the computer in the Joseph Smith Memorial Building mini Family History Library. I went again &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6vzseAuD_Nc/S1HjhnSsOvI/AAAAAAAAAu4/GneCr514u-M/s1600-h/irish-cottage-window-county-clare-ireland-teresa-mucha.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427369192580725490" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6vzseAuD_Nc/S1HjhnSsOvI/AAAAAAAAAu4/GneCr514u-M/s200/irish-cottage-window-county-clare-ireland-teresa-mucha.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;another time and there was nothing to be found. We had to do it all over again.... anyway... I made efforts but never followed through to completion because there just seemed to be too many steps for me to grasp when I was going to school full tim&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6vzseAuD_Nc/S1HilK1ncHI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/u0L9fwedu9Y/s1600-h/irish-cottage-window-county-clare-ireland-teresa-mucha.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;e and teaching voice lessons. I even asked the Family History Specialist in my old ward if she would just look at what I had and tell me where to start... somehow she got the impression I wanted her to do it for me and told me if I came with some effort made she would help... I don't know what more effort I could have made...I was just asking for help to sort out "where to go next" with what I had...which was a lot... a WHOLE lot! Anyway... no excuse is good enough for making this poor uncle wait so very long... here is how it finally happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6vzseAuD_Nc/S1Hi6_NNVfI/AAAAAAAAAuo/p_93XBPu5Eo/s1600-h/eurekapics01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427368528985282034" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6vzseAuD_Nc/S1Hi6_NNVfI/AAAAAAAAAuo/p_93XBPu5Eo/s200/eurekapics01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Several months ago my youngest sister phoned me and told me that everymorning that week she had been waking up to the smell of smoke. We talked about it and thought perhaps it was one of grandpa's relatives, probably this particular brother. Mark and I tried a few things and actually got the card printed and somehow misplaced it. Bless Mark's heart, a few weeks ago, on one of his days off, he went to the temple while I was working, got the new card and did everything except the sealing to parents, which we need to get done. I'm now trying to find all of the spouses of those siblings so we can just take care of all that. Anyway, I shared at our monthly Family Home Evening, that Mark had gotten that work done. My youngest sister, Christine, suddenly realized she hadn't smelled smoke in her home since the time Mark got that work done...they are so close! From Ireland to Eureka Utah , through the Temple and on to Exaltation! What a blessing!&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/2608991741301525217-3799530912312077832?l=dkraymond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dkraymond.blogspot.com/feeds/3799530912312077832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2608991741301525217&amp;postID=3799530912312077832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2608991741301525217/posts/default/3799530912312077832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2608991741301525217/posts/default/3799530912312077832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkraymond.blogspot.com/2010/01/family-search-story.html' title='From Ireland to Exaltation...WooHoo!'/><author><name>Deborah Raymond</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6vzseAuD_Nc/SOgXCeZi_OI/AAAAAAAAAC0/LMUbbjV_12g/S220/Debbie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6vzseAuD_Nc/S1HivyEOTlI/AAAAAAAAAug/ryqrmiJ38FU/s72-c/FamilySearchLogo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2608991741301525217.post-7985762175924056042</id><published>2010-01-13T17:27:00.015-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T19:09:14.197-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One of THOSE Posts! Oh My!</title><content type='html'>The YM and YW recieved the assignment to sing in Stake Conference...there is the often typical scenario of more YW than YM but we were just glad to have this many turn out! So, the real funny thing about these pictures is that I was using my phone, I did not have my glasses with me, and I've been known to take blurry pictures...Now, I knew the pictures were blurry but I thought it was because I couldn't see...as you can see they are just plain blurry! So sorry! &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, so the reason I really LOVE this particular picture is because the man with the curly, red hair is the YM President in our ward and when I look at him I get a glimpse of what my husband was like 30 years ago... even the attitude is the same... a little cocky, bordering on arrogant and everyone loves him (amazing how 30 years can temper a soul - still loved by everyone but much less noticable). Our ward went to do baptisms for the dead and the temple workers couldn't believe he was old enough to hold the Melchizedek Priesthood... the boys follow him like he was the Pied Piper... a good thing this piper loves God and is leading them to Christ!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426388509864543650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6vzseAuD_Nc/S05nmXe8xaI/AAAAAAAAAuA/8AfukITTujM/s320/0110000949b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;This is so you can make the comparison...I showed this picture to Brother Axelguard (the red head in the suit) and his wife, (she is a counselor in our ward YW) and they were both surprised at how much Chris looks like Mark at that age! ... My husband is gonna roll his eyes at me when he finds out what I've done! I love you Mark Raymond! And, no... he didn't sing with us dressed like this...in case any of you were wondering!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426391210996053762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6vzseAuD_Nc/S05qDl-4twI/AAAAAAAAAuI/LclyAVCtNzI/s320/Stud.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;More Stake Conference&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426388398192006002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6vzseAuD_Nc/S05nf3eJE3I/AAAAAAAAAt4/JvhbHufPy1c/s320/0110000949.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426388073499131026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6vzseAuD_Nc/S05nM95U_JI/AAAAAAAAAtg/CjjbMldChqw/s320/0110000948c.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426387883374269602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6vzseAuD_Nc/S05nB5oB1KI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/-rD1aMtsUz8/s320/0110000948a.jpg" border="0" /&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;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426387779035703282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6vzseAuD_Nc/S05m707xp_I/AAAAAAAAAtI/soud7-bbyeY/s320/downsized_0110000949a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2608991741301525217-7985762175924056042?l=dkraymond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dkraymond.blogspot.com/feeds/7985762175924056042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2608991741301525217&amp;postID=7985762175924056042' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2608991741301525217/posts/default/7985762175924056042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2608991741301525217/posts/default/7985762175924056042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkraymond.blogspot.com/2010/01/fun-at-stake-conference.html' title='One of THOSE Posts! Oh My!'/><author><name>Deborah Raymond</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6vzseAuD_Nc/SOgXCeZi_OI/AAAAAAAAAC0/LMUbbjV_12g/S220/Debbie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6vzseAuD_Nc/S05nmXe8xaI/AAAAAAAAAuA/8AfukITTujM/s72-c/0110000949b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2608991741301525217.post-4343457991760628996</id><published>2010-01-03T08:52:00.010-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T09:47:04.979-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Sure Why...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6vzseAuD_Nc/S0DC5UQR69I/AAAAAAAAAsY/mvZJAIud6wY/s1600-h/cabc30306.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422548241299401682" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 136px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6vzseAuD_Nc/S0DC5UQR69I/AAAAAAAAAsY/mvZJAIud6wY/s200/cabc30306.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I wish I knew why I feel this incredible yearning for cozy... cozy colors, cozy places, cozy pictures, &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6vzseAuD_Nc/S0DCzimZuuI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/8K5zlSEZp_s/s1600-h/Garden+Bridge.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;cozy feelings, cozy everything... hmmmmm. I've wondered if it's the weather but that doesn't really seem to be the answer. It's much more than being warm and dry. Here are some photos that feel cozy to me. They all seem very peaceful. Maybe that's the real yearning... peace. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422548793585930738" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6vzseAuD_Nc/S0DDZdrpkfI/AAAAAAAAAso/oMvZcJ_X9p4/s200/arched+garden.jpg" border="0" /&gt;God's peace! I had a dream a while back where I begged Heavenly Father saying, "PLEASE! Can we all come home safe now?" He hugged me and said, "Not yet." I think my yearning is really a longing for home! There! That's it! I've finally figured it out. I knew if I wrote long enough it would come! I just want to go home! Does anyone have any ruby slippers that I can click together 3 times and say, "There's no place like home!?" Of course I &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6vzseAuD_Nc/S0DDIBF-piI/AAAAAAAAAsg/M5S4kGkmh0Y/s1600-h/2440885093_5f24137f8e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422548493853959714" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6vzseAuD_Nc/S0DDIBF-piI/AAAAAAAAAsg/M5S4kGkmh0Y/s200/2440885093_5f24137f8e.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;know the slippers that really matter are the pretty, little, white-satin ones with the bow that allow me to walk in the sacred halls of the temples where the real power to go home is! I LOVE the TEMPLE! I think I'll ask if I can move in! It feels so safe, and cozy inside those walls... I'm understanding more and more the prophecy that &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6vzseAuD_Nc/S0DFUpoTzjI/AAAAAAAAAsw/Jzk2zylgBwg/s1600-h/Temple+Square.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422550909917056562" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 176px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6vzseAuD_Nc/S0DFUpoTzjI/AAAAAAAAAsw/Jzk2zylgBwg/s200/Temple+Square.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;we would yearn to be in the temples day and night and to have our children with us there... for protection from the wayward, wicked, wandering world. I love God's peace! I pray He pours it out abundantly on all we love! 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